Eldritch Pollen [for Altair]

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It isn't often Ivy uses her PINpoint to go home from the Sanctuary. But she had a really good reason. To change into something a little more showy. It was a nice dress that a friend had talked her into buying.

Poor Altair would never know what hit him. It had more color than anything else Ivy owned. And showed a good amount of her legs too, didn't help Ivy was wearing matching shoes and waiting for the chance to say hello to Altair. He might find it unusal for Ivy to be wearing red.

It would just look odd seeing as she's not a flashy dresser and red is well, eye catching.

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"That's what I said," he replied without hesitation. Then he looked up at her and noticed the emotions playing across her face. For all her wish of hiding, she wasn't really that good at it. Not to him anyway.

He winced and glanced away quickly. "I know that. Maybe it's better that way," but even as he said the words he regretted them. He sighed and closed his eyes. The action gave him a thought.

Altaїr stood up carefully and moved next to her. He kept his eyes closed as he reached for her, touching her face lightly. His fingers brushed lightly over her lips and hesitated. This was what he was afraid of--he knew what he wanted, but screamed the opposite in his head. He stood silently, unmoving.

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Ivy couldn't help it. She had wanted him to see and so her body let him see.

When he said that though a few tears spilled dow. She blinked trying to force them to stay where he wouldn't see them. It didn't work.

Then he just had to touch her. Get gut clenched. Something low inside her clenched too. This was confusing and maddening. Finally she decides to damn it all and kiss him again. Because clearly he can't do it on his own.

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No, he can't. And although he starts to pull away again, mostly from startlement, he forces himself still and let's her have her way. It just seems easier that way.

And it doesn't hurt her. That was the important part.

After a moment his hand moves though, brushing across her cheek. He notices the tear this way. He flinches, an action she can feel throughout his body. He wipes it away gently and then digs his hand deep into her hair as if he'll never let go.

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Ivy broke the kiss this time. She had no idea what to do. He knew she had cried just a little. It didn't seem right to keep kissing him.

Not whn hr knew he had hurt her feelings, even if briefly. "Sometimes," she mombles. "I wish you'd act on what you want. I always act on what I want. It almost doesn't seem fair to you."