Sounds Lovely [MCP#37] [SOLO]
Feb 21, 2017 19:49:41 GMT
Post by Cion on Feb 21, 2017 19:49:41 GMT
MPC#37: Tying The Knot
# of MPCs Taken This Month: 1
Sometimes the things you long for the most are those you'll never attain...
This sensation Cion experienced as she drifted out of her sleep was one she enjoyed always. The softness of his fur, the cozy warmth he shared with her, his torso gently moving up and down with every breath; all of Owen's attributes she cherished so much. As her eyes opened for the first time this Sunday morning, light of the sunrise shining through their window, she saw the familiar golden eyes of her Gaomon gazing at hers. Still somnolent, she gaped and stretched herself, only to realize her movement was limited due to her best friend's embrace.
"Uuuh?" She quietly let out as she fully woke up and began to comprehend her surroundings. Eventually, her eyes met those of Owen as well, both of them smiling at each other without a world. "Owen?" She asked slightly bewildered, realizing how close his muzzle was to hers, and how dreamily he looked at her. She felt his warm, gentle breath on her snout, until he gave her nose a brief lick and grinned. "Morning, lovey." He sunshinily welcomed the Arnamon to another wonderful day of intimate togetherness.
Of course Cion was left speechless, unable to comprehend what in the digital world was going on. "U-uhm... m-morning Owy." She started stuttering, uncertain about how she was to react to this. The words he had spoken, and the way he caressed her, it was so unlike him. Yet it still felt so wonderful, and Cion almost lost herself in his gentle embrace as he fondled her cheek. She let out a delighted moan, before realization started to kick in and she almost jolted out of the bed. "What's going on?" She asked with a raised voice as she sat up on her bed.
No, this was not her bed, it was a doubled bed. It was a combination of her and his bed in their shared bedroom, but she could not remember when they had put them together or why. Bewildered, she could look around the room with a posture of insecurity, like she was experiencing dread from the presence of a vicious entity. "Nothing is going on, Cion. It's just another beautiful morning with you. Is... something the matter? Did you not sleep well?" Owen spoke to her with a suave tone to his voice as he continued to stroke her cheek.
Turning to face him, she could not believe what she was currently experiencing. She felt like she had completely forgotten the last couple days, beginning to doubt what was in front of her. Yet she did not dare to speak up, as she was enjoying the Gaomon's fondlnig so much. The Arnamon could have never expected their relationship to evolve in such a way, one that seemed exactly like those in their past lives. She was exuberantly happy to experience the very same Owen she had thought forever lost; a sweetheart that treasured her above all, in this and any other life.
"N-no. I... I slept well. It's just... why are you acting so lovingly to me?" Cion eventually had to ask him, confused by his seemingly sudden shift in personality and attitude. But as a response, he could only tilt his head and simper. "Why would I not? You are my beloved special somemon after all." He explained her, letting go off their hug to gently stroke her chest under her neck-pelt. Of course this left the Arnamon in a state of intense pleasure, but honestly also confusion. "I... am?" She asked, remembering that Owen had once wanted them to be siblings of one family, not yet spouses.
"Of course! Do you not remember our betrothal?" The Gaomon asked her rhetorically at first, before realizing from her expression of consternation that she indeed did not remember. "Oh dear... uuhmm... well, just look." He briefly stuttered before he grabbed her right paw by his right paw and held them in front of their eyes. And on their fingers, there were radiant, golden engagement rings. Cion could not believe her eyes as she starred at them with utmost bafflement, but also joy. "B-but when?" She could not help herself but to ask, unable to comprehend the situation she was in as she simply could not remember.
"Yesterday. It all happened yesterday. We had such a lovely day, and it was then I realized what I truly felt for you, what I had felt through so many lives before as well. I apologized with all my heart for my behavior when I remembered the true meaning of our bond our scarfs symbolize. I felt so bad for tainting our bond, that I did everything so we'd have the most wonderful evening of our life. And at its climax..." He explained her in full detail what had occurred before Cion put her oar in. "We got engaged." She concluded, followed by an accretive nod of her dearly beloved. "Yes."
"And this is why... our..." She stammered she she locked downwards, once again beholding the cozy construct that was supposed to be their bed. "Our beds are one now? Of course, Cion. I wanna be with you always, and I enjoy your presence just as much as you do mine. Gosh... you really can't remember, right?" He told her, though it still seemed so surreal to her. How could she possibly forget such a wonderful, important day like the day of their engagement?
"I... can't." She ultimately had to admit, leaving Owen understandably upset. The buckled ears he made, the big puppy eyes that longed for her affection, they seemed real however. She did not understand, but she eventually embraced everything the way it was. He gently rubbed his belly, just the way she knew how to put a rapt smile on his muzzle. "I want to be with you always as well, Owen." Cion assured him, which of course erased all concerns from his mind. "Yay!" He exclaimed before giving her a tight, long-lasting hug.
There was no doubt on the Arnamon's mind, she wanted to experience and enjoy this as much as possible. So when their hug finally ended, she scratched herself behind the head and spoke up. "So, my dear darling, what will we do on this lovely Sunday in our first day as a couple?" "Whatever you want!" He responded without hesitation, appearing eager to simply do whatever would make the Arnamon happy. This left her somewhat puzzled, but if this was the way he wanted things to be, she'd comply.
"Well... I'd say that after yesterday, certainly an exciting day, we simply relax today. We make ourselves a special, big breakfast, and then we amuse ourselves somehow. Perhaps with a couple of movies?" Cion somewhat hesitantly suggested to Owen, who however responded positively. "That sounds great! I'll prepare breakfast. Don't take too much time to get up." He pronounced with a slightly teasing tone to his voice, before leaping off the bed to leave for the kitchen. And while the Arnamon was most delighted by the Gaomon's abundance of passion, she did not quite understand what he meant with taking too much time. Was it a joke because she had female attributes in her code? Or did he simultaneously want to care for her and be with her? Whatever it was, she made sure to get up as fast as possible.
Walking through their rented one-family dwelling, Cion was relieved to find everything the way it was. The last thing she needed now in her state of contented confusion was losing her way in her own house. Passing through their comfortably furnished living room, the Arnamon entered the kitchen in which Owen was already preparing their breakfast, full of verve as he had left her. "How about scrambled eggs, grilled Leberkäse with vegetables and some wholemeal bread to crisp up in the oven?" He proposed, to which she could not help herself but salivate a little. One thing was clear, they both loved food almost as much as they loved each other. "Sounds excellent!" She approved before lending him a hand.
Altogether, they enjoyed a wonderful, stress-free day. Three delicious meals they cooked together, a midday of movies and video games, some athleticism in which they were mostly gawking at each other, and finally an evening where they rested on their couch in the living room and listened to some gentle music from the radio. The elation she had felt in this day was one she had never experienced before in this life. She wanted every day they had to be this wonderful, and she wanted it to last forever... but she wanted it to be real, too. And she knew...
"This is not real, is it Owen?" She asked as she spooned with his dearly beloved, who returned her words with an expression of saddened dolor. "What do you mean, Cion?" He asked her with an unassertive voice, to which the Arnamon sighed and slowly shook her head. "You know what I mean. All of this is just a wonderful dream. And as much as I enjoyed it... I can't deny reality. I love you, really... but this is not you. You are just an idea of mine, one that never was nor ever will be reality. Owen is caring yes, but also barefaced and adventurous. Helping others and making the world a better place is just as important to my dear Gaomon as I..." She explained herself before stopping, uncertain about how to correctly end this sentence. There were many possibilities, but she did not know the truth.
The gazes of her and the Gaomon that never was met one last time, and as her mind let go off a past that might never be real again, the dream shattered around her.
It was rather suddenly that Cion awoke in her single bed, the sun's light blinding her a bit and making her realize she had overslept. Not that it truly mattered at a Sunday, but she still preferred timely routine when it came to such essential aspects in life. Somewhat hastily sitting up, she stretched herself and yawned as she grasped that everything had truly been just a pleasant dream. Their beds were not together, he was not cuddling up to her, and there was no ring on one of her fingers. It... aggrieved her.
Sighing, she got out of her bed and left their shared bedroom. The Arnamon wondered where Owen could possibly be, until a luscious aroma caressed her nose. "Mhmhm..." Cion more or less moaned as she heard the noises of cookware in use. Stopping in front of the open door that lead into the kitchen, she beheld how her brother Owen crammed a variety of content onto two plates. She smiled just before the Gaomon noticed her, who appeared happy about her arrival.
"Oh, good morning sis. Didn't want to wake you up, but I made breakfast already. Guess the delicious smell woke you up, eh? Hehehe. I hope you like scrambled eggs, grilled Leberkäse with vegetables and some warm wholemeal bread." He spoke as her proudly presented her his creation. Usually, it had been Cion who enjoyed cooking for the both of them, but Owen's creation was splendid. "Oh how nice of you Owen! It looks and smells great, and I'm sure it tastes great as well!" She assured her, giving him a gentle pet on the shoulder before the two of them went to the living room to dine.
And as they sat on the wooden table to savor his brother's delicious breakfast, he suddenly spoke up to ask Cion something important. "So... what do we do today?" He asked, hoping the Arnamon had a good suggestion or two. "Well..." She started before pausing briefly, trying to put her thoughts into words. "How about... we play some Dark Arealands, use the wonderful day to get out for some exercise, and watch some movies?" She suggested, to which Owen nodded with a winning smile. "Sounds lovely!" He expressed his approval before continuing his meal.
Cion briefly closed her eyes as she reflected on everything. It was at times difficult for her to see the wonderful life she had, together with her brother Owen. She at times wanted more without even understanding what this actually meant. Yet it was in these moments of serenity that she realized how much Owen was there for her, and how much she could be there for him. Maybe things would change between them in the future, but she'd make sure to enjoy every moment they shared, so their togetherness would last this and many more lives. "Yeah... it is... lovely."
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Sometimes the things you long for the most are those you'll never attain...
This sensation Cion experienced as she drifted out of her sleep was one she enjoyed always. The softness of his fur, the cozy warmth he shared with her, his torso gently moving up and down with every breath; all of Owen's attributes she cherished so much. As her eyes opened for the first time this Sunday morning, light of the sunrise shining through their window, she saw the familiar golden eyes of her Gaomon gazing at hers. Still somnolent, she gaped and stretched herself, only to realize her movement was limited due to her best friend's embrace.
"Uuuh?" She quietly let out as she fully woke up and began to comprehend her surroundings. Eventually, her eyes met those of Owen as well, both of them smiling at each other without a world. "Owen?" She asked slightly bewildered, realizing how close his muzzle was to hers, and how dreamily he looked at her. She felt his warm, gentle breath on her snout, until he gave her nose a brief lick and grinned. "Morning, lovey." He sunshinily welcomed the Arnamon to another wonderful day of intimate togetherness.
Of course Cion was left speechless, unable to comprehend what in the digital world was going on. "U-uhm... m-morning Owy." She started stuttering, uncertain about how she was to react to this. The words he had spoken, and the way he caressed her, it was so unlike him. Yet it still felt so wonderful, and Cion almost lost herself in his gentle embrace as he fondled her cheek. She let out a delighted moan, before realization started to kick in and she almost jolted out of the bed. "What's going on?" She asked with a raised voice as she sat up on her bed.
No, this was not her bed, it was a doubled bed. It was a combination of her and his bed in their shared bedroom, but she could not remember when they had put them together or why. Bewildered, she could look around the room with a posture of insecurity, like she was experiencing dread from the presence of a vicious entity. "Nothing is going on, Cion. It's just another beautiful morning with you. Is... something the matter? Did you not sleep well?" Owen spoke to her with a suave tone to his voice as he continued to stroke her cheek.
Turning to face him, she could not believe what she was currently experiencing. She felt like she had completely forgotten the last couple days, beginning to doubt what was in front of her. Yet she did not dare to speak up, as she was enjoying the Gaomon's fondlnig so much. The Arnamon could have never expected their relationship to evolve in such a way, one that seemed exactly like those in their past lives. She was exuberantly happy to experience the very same Owen she had thought forever lost; a sweetheart that treasured her above all, in this and any other life.
"N-no. I... I slept well. It's just... why are you acting so lovingly to me?" Cion eventually had to ask him, confused by his seemingly sudden shift in personality and attitude. But as a response, he could only tilt his head and simper. "Why would I not? You are my beloved special somemon after all." He explained her, letting go off their hug to gently stroke her chest under her neck-pelt. Of course this left the Arnamon in a state of intense pleasure, but honestly also confusion. "I... am?" She asked, remembering that Owen had once wanted them to be siblings of one family, not yet spouses.
"Of course! Do you not remember our betrothal?" The Gaomon asked her rhetorically at first, before realizing from her expression of consternation that she indeed did not remember. "Oh dear... uuhmm... well, just look." He briefly stuttered before he grabbed her right paw by his right paw and held them in front of their eyes. And on their fingers, there were radiant, golden engagement rings. Cion could not believe her eyes as she starred at them with utmost bafflement, but also joy. "B-but when?" She could not help herself but to ask, unable to comprehend the situation she was in as she simply could not remember.
"Yesterday. It all happened yesterday. We had such a lovely day, and it was then I realized what I truly felt for you, what I had felt through so many lives before as well. I apologized with all my heart for my behavior when I remembered the true meaning of our bond our scarfs symbolize. I felt so bad for tainting our bond, that I did everything so we'd have the most wonderful evening of our life. And at its climax..." He explained her in full detail what had occurred before Cion put her oar in. "We got engaged." She concluded, followed by an accretive nod of her dearly beloved. "Yes."
"And this is why... our..." She stammered she she locked downwards, once again beholding the cozy construct that was supposed to be their bed. "Our beds are one now? Of course, Cion. I wanna be with you always, and I enjoy your presence just as much as you do mine. Gosh... you really can't remember, right?" He told her, though it still seemed so surreal to her. How could she possibly forget such a wonderful, important day like the day of their engagement?
"I... can't." She ultimately had to admit, leaving Owen understandably upset. The buckled ears he made, the big puppy eyes that longed for her affection, they seemed real however. She did not understand, but she eventually embraced everything the way it was. He gently rubbed his belly, just the way she knew how to put a rapt smile on his muzzle. "I want to be with you always as well, Owen." Cion assured him, which of course erased all concerns from his mind. "Yay!" He exclaimed before giving her a tight, long-lasting hug.
There was no doubt on the Arnamon's mind, she wanted to experience and enjoy this as much as possible. So when their hug finally ended, she scratched herself behind the head and spoke up. "So, my dear darling, what will we do on this lovely Sunday in our first day as a couple?" "Whatever you want!" He responded without hesitation, appearing eager to simply do whatever would make the Arnamon happy. This left her somewhat puzzled, but if this was the way he wanted things to be, she'd comply.
"Well... I'd say that after yesterday, certainly an exciting day, we simply relax today. We make ourselves a special, big breakfast, and then we amuse ourselves somehow. Perhaps with a couple of movies?" Cion somewhat hesitantly suggested to Owen, who however responded positively. "That sounds great! I'll prepare breakfast. Don't take too much time to get up." He pronounced with a slightly teasing tone to his voice, before leaping off the bed to leave for the kitchen. And while the Arnamon was most delighted by the Gaomon's abundance of passion, she did not quite understand what he meant with taking too much time. Was it a joke because she had female attributes in her code? Or did he simultaneously want to care for her and be with her? Whatever it was, she made sure to get up as fast as possible.
Walking through their rented one-family dwelling, Cion was relieved to find everything the way it was. The last thing she needed now in her state of contented confusion was losing her way in her own house. Passing through their comfortably furnished living room, the Arnamon entered the kitchen in which Owen was already preparing their breakfast, full of verve as he had left her. "How about scrambled eggs, grilled Leberkäse with vegetables and some wholemeal bread to crisp up in the oven?" He proposed, to which she could not help herself but salivate a little. One thing was clear, they both loved food almost as much as they loved each other. "Sounds excellent!" She approved before lending him a hand.
Altogether, they enjoyed a wonderful, stress-free day. Three delicious meals they cooked together, a midday of movies and video games, some athleticism in which they were mostly gawking at each other, and finally an evening where they rested on their couch in the living room and listened to some gentle music from the radio. The elation she had felt in this day was one she had never experienced before in this life. She wanted every day they had to be this wonderful, and she wanted it to last forever... but she wanted it to be real, too. And she knew...
"This is not real, is it Owen?" She asked as she spooned with his dearly beloved, who returned her words with an expression of saddened dolor. "What do you mean, Cion?" He asked her with an unassertive voice, to which the Arnamon sighed and slowly shook her head. "You know what I mean. All of this is just a wonderful dream. And as much as I enjoyed it... I can't deny reality. I love you, really... but this is not you. You are just an idea of mine, one that never was nor ever will be reality. Owen is caring yes, but also barefaced and adventurous. Helping others and making the world a better place is just as important to my dear Gaomon as I..." She explained herself before stopping, uncertain about how to correctly end this sentence. There were many possibilities, but she did not know the truth.
The gazes of her and the Gaomon that never was met one last time, and as her mind let go off a past that might never be real again, the dream shattered around her.
It was rather suddenly that Cion awoke in her single bed, the sun's light blinding her a bit and making her realize she had overslept. Not that it truly mattered at a Sunday, but she still preferred timely routine when it came to such essential aspects in life. Somewhat hastily sitting up, she stretched herself and yawned as she grasped that everything had truly been just a pleasant dream. Their beds were not together, he was not cuddling up to her, and there was no ring on one of her fingers. It... aggrieved her.
Sighing, she got out of her bed and left their shared bedroom. The Arnamon wondered where Owen could possibly be, until a luscious aroma caressed her nose. "Mhmhm..." Cion more or less moaned as she heard the noises of cookware in use. Stopping in front of the open door that lead into the kitchen, she beheld how her brother Owen crammed a variety of content onto two plates. She smiled just before the Gaomon noticed her, who appeared happy about her arrival.
"Oh, good morning sis. Didn't want to wake you up, but I made breakfast already. Guess the delicious smell woke you up, eh? Hehehe. I hope you like scrambled eggs, grilled Leberkäse with vegetables and some warm wholemeal bread." He spoke as her proudly presented her his creation. Usually, it had been Cion who enjoyed cooking for the both of them, but Owen's creation was splendid. "Oh how nice of you Owen! It looks and smells great, and I'm sure it tastes great as well!" She assured her, giving him a gentle pet on the shoulder before the two of them went to the living room to dine.
And as they sat on the wooden table to savor his brother's delicious breakfast, he suddenly spoke up to ask Cion something important. "So... what do we do today?" He asked, hoping the Arnamon had a good suggestion or two. "Well..." She started before pausing briefly, trying to put her thoughts into words. "How about... we play some Dark Arealands, use the wonderful day to get out for some exercise, and watch some movies?" She suggested, to which Owen nodded with a winning smile. "Sounds lovely!" He expressed his approval before continuing his meal.
Cion briefly closed her eyes as she reflected on everything. It was at times difficult for her to see the wonderful life she had, together with her brother Owen. She at times wanted more without even understanding what this actually meant. Yet it was in these moments of serenity that she realized how much Owen was there for her, and how much she could be there for him. Maybe things would change between them in the future, but she'd make sure to enjoy every moment they shared, so their togetherness would last this and many more lives. "Yeah... it is... lovely."
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