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There's a lot of tension in this one...
melody - Wednesday, April 28, 1999, 10:32 AM -------------------------------------------- The door is locked this time, as well as closed, when you arrive. Tracy knocks upon the door softly but sharply. A pause, then "Who is it?" Tracy says, "Tracy" *click* and she lets you in. The apartment is well-lit, with electric lights instead of the usual candles. Tracy murmurs softly as he flows through the door with that new efficiency. The conservation o motion is unconscious, and as unintentionally graceful as a trained dancer, "Love what you've done with the place sis..." Melody makes a face. "I don't have money to replace what I've burned lately." She closes and locks the door behind you before reaching automatically for a hug. Tracy wraps his arms about you in a warm hug, burying his face in your hair a moment. "Are you allright?" Melody shakes her head a little. "No..no I'm not. I feel really sick and angry. But I will be.." Tracy sighs softly, hugging you close and running his hands up and down your back warmly. his fingers are a soft, gentle, carress and he murmurs worridly "My poor sister, is there anything I can do for you?" You say, "I don't know. I don't know what to think. I've been having trouble meditating, even. I didn't need all of what was stolen, but..it's a violation." Tracy nodsm gently carressing your tresses with those utterly gentle hands. "You poor dear, I wish I knew what to do to help you..." Melody pulls you toward the futon. "Talk to me. How's Lilly?" Tracy is easily pulled and led, alighting upon the futon with that conservation of motion prevailent in his movements. Gently he squeezes your hand and murmurs "She's doing well, still sleeping alot really. But she is an absolute doll, and always so curious" You say, "That's great. She gives me a lot of hope." Tracy smiles "She gives us all hope I think." You say, "She's great." Melody leans into you, resting her head on your shoulder. "Gods, I'm so tired. I did sch intense ritual trying to find my tools.." Tracy puts his arm about you, letting your head be cradled against his warm, strong, shoulder. He murmurs softly "The rest here against me, I certainly to not mind. Did you have any luck?" Melody shakes her head. "Nothing. Nothing. I almost caught the Universe's attention a few times too." Tracy winces, "That is always unpleasant. That's why I tend to do the more Realit Protocol breeching, or simply difficult, things in my Sanctum. Really I do few workings outside of it...alot of what I do can be made there and then brought into consensual reality as technology." Melody makes a face. "I don't really have one. I couldn't do this in the Circle outside, too cold for my high priest. Tracy nods, "Ahh...I see. Not enough room in here to stock a sanctum I suppose, really, anyway. Guy's was already set up and he was part of my Tradition so I moved into it when he left. My garden was Viktor's sanctum, but reality there is too different so far for me to use. I am changing that, stocking it with my own devices and such, but it is a long process." he smiles, "At least a couple of my camera plants took root there." Melody says wistfully "I'd like to see your garden.." Tracy says, "Well, sis, you are one of the people I woud trust to see it if you wish to. Any time you like"" You say, "Not right now. I'm just...not up to it. OK?" Tracy nods, "Hon, believe me, I understand." he squeezes you gently, "Maybe in a day or so when you are better rested. Melody nods. "Did...youand Iris ever work it out, the other night?" Tracy says, "Yeah...yeah we did" he sighs softly, "We do have our dificult times." You say, "I can't imagine that." Tracy smirks, "Can you not? Two goths married with a child..." You say, "Tracy. I've felt what binds you." Tracy mmms "We love each other Melody, but we are still two depressive people living with eachother. Every couple has difficulties, even those who have lived many lives together. That is the way of things, the people who are closest to us are the easiest to hurt" Melody looks at you with more respect. "You've been listening to your Avatar, haven't you?" Tracy smiles a bit, "Yeah..." he runs his fingers through his hair, "But also to myself. Iris and I do not hold barriers against one another, therefore we hurt each other at times even though we love one another far more than any couple I have ever seen. There must be some bad with the good..otherwise the good looses chesion and meaning. There cannot be light without dark. No positive without a negative to give it meaning." Melody smiles a little. "Yes. I've been told that." Melody rises and paces. "But don't tell Greg. He'll argue." Tracy smirks, "Of course he will. Greg looks for things to argue about, debate is a historian's best friend" Melody sighs and yawns a little. "Scuse me. I can't sit still. Yes, he does." Tracy grins "I know sis, you pace when you think. I know." a little more sobrely, "Do you need anything hon?" You say, "Sleep. A temple rub. A hot bath. Good sex. Something." Tracy chuckles wryly, his laugh like the rasping of clockwork gears "Well...I could help you with one of those at least..." Melody winks at you. "Yeah." her shoulders are tense, though. Tracy beckons you over, "Let me give you a massage, sis. Maybe even some Might of..umm, Life proceedures to help more deeply." "He slides on a pair of fingerless black gloves, runs his thumb over the backs of each one where there is some sort of plastic strip, and the gloves light up in a vein- pattern of red fibre-optics while the strips he touched look like flexible LCD screens. Melody kerblinks and stops halfway to the couch. "What do those do?" Tracy says, "They are bio-Etherial ressonance manipulators. I can enhance my massage with them to tell your muscles to relax and untense. Sooth your aches, and such. I can work most of my life proceedures through them in one way or another." Tracy says, "Think of them as the instrument that makes the music in the musician's hands" You say, "I bet Iris loves 'em." Melody moves forward again, stripping off her shirt. Tracy smiles, not looking away but trying not to markedly stare at your bared chest either. Your eyes are a good place to look, "Yeah she does. Helped her alot in the end of the pregnancy espescially." Melody grins at you. "Tracy, take one good look and get it over with. I won't tell anyone you did, and you can stop looking like a fifteen year old caught with a Penthouse." Tracy chuckles, "Sis, with anyone else...I would not have a problem." He closes his eyes and opens them...like a doll's eyes glittering upon you "Anyway, c'mere and let me massage you." Melody murmurs as she turns and sits "I'll take that as a compliment..." New scars mark her arms and breasts. Tracy says, "It is a compliment." he purses his lips, "Sis, may I heal those for you?" Melody pauses for a moment, considering, then nods. "You can, sure. Any of 'em you want, I've got so many.." Tracy nods, "I'll get all the fresh ones at least since they must be taxing on your body een if you are used to pain. I must touch the area, though, with these just to warn." he takes one arm and begins to massage accross it....there is a feeling of deep warmth, silky warmth, gentle contact with fingers that are artful accompanied by a radience upon your skin... Melody sighs softly, relaxing and trying to let you work. "That's nice... hard to beleive there's metal in those.." Tracy says, "Actually...there is very very little. And it is mostly my fingers that shape your life ressonance, the gloves just strengthen my own in order to touch yours and manipulate it" the cuts on that arm begin to fade away as though they never were, leaving your skin whole and smooth. He reaches for your other arm and repeats the gentle, sun-warm, carress. You can hear a soft hum...not like electricity but like distant chiming bells. Melody gives another sigh and leans back against you, her life pattern mending in its little rips. Tracy trails that delicate warmth over onto your chest and pauses, but the moves on to gently carress your breasts with his silkenly warm hands, the pattern mending touch hitting them so sweetly, yet he is all business about it. He separates himself from this, the enjoyment he gains being that he is healing you. Melody mmmms sensually, but this you might have expected. She bites her lip, the pain apparent to you through the tools as she attempts to keep a grip on herself. Tracy does not take his time with your sensitive breasts, but healing takes time and this Tecknique takes massage. Each cut bears the momentary sweet pain as it is touched and then soothed away by fingers that carress deeply like a sculptor's hands kneading clay. He does not take his time yet this stretches out for long moments, seconds of eternity, until finally his hands leave your breasts behind, searching on feeling for th enext cut if any are left. Melody finally sighs. "Thanks. I don't know who that was harder on, me or you." She tries a smile. Tracy murmurs softy, his voice a whisper, "I'm not sure either Sis..." he swallows. Maybe he could not separate imself as much as he would like to think he did. "Shall I massage you now, then?" Melody nods slowly. "If you want.." Melody lays down on her belly, back exposed to you. Tracy murmurs, "I do want to. I love taking care of my sister" Gently his warm hands spread out over your back, feather-ligh and delicate. HE trails them down over your shoulderblades and back. Lightly his knuckles pres into your lower back and then you feel his thumbs knead the little crevasses between your muscles. All the while the soothing, warm, ressonance of his life ressonance seeps into yours and tells your musles to relax on a whole different level. Melody sighs again, going limp slowly, slowly. Her tension is bone-deep, cell-deep. You've felt this before, perhaps, but only in the very ill or raped. Tracy frowns deeply, indeed recognizing this kind of tension, if from no one else from his own personal experience. He strokes lovingling over your body, trailing from the back of your neck back down to the small of your back, and then not worrying about any implications as he trails over your bottom, down your legs, and to your feet to trail that healing warmth back up slowly. Melody's mind is closed to you, unless she chooses to open it. But you can feel her pattern deep down, if you choose to do so. She could block you, you know it..and she's not. Tracy murmurs gently, "It's allright dearest sister, you are not alone. I am here with you"he indeed does extend his senses deep down into your pattern, watching the screens on the back of his hands for reference, trying to discern anything that is wrong. Immediately you see she's infertile. Nothing is happening in her reproductive system beyond what is necessaery to keep it alive. The ebb and flow of the hormones are absent. Tracy blinks a bit. He is, perhaps, not too suprised save that he knows you have not even the knowledge to heal yourself, but you feel his suprise just a moment. It's not normal. It's clearly magickal. This was done to her. Tracy says, "Sweetie...what happened to you?" he decides upon the direct approach "Why are you infertile" Melody hmmms? "Wha? Oh...that. I didn't want children yet..so I asked my coven to do that...it's reversible." Tracy says, "Oh, I see. I was just wondering since I know your life abilities are not at the level to do it yourself..." You say, "I didn't..maybe one day..." Melody starts to drift off to sleep. Melody's body relaxes slowly, fully, and she sighs softly as her eyes lock closed. You feel her pattern calming into desperately-needed sleep rhythms. You could even set her so she's like that for a while of you chose. Tracy smiles fondly down upon you, his massage slowly fluttering to an end. He does set it so that yu will be this way for a while, not too long, but long enough for you to get some real rest. The last thing you feel is him pressing his lips to the crevasses between your shoulderblades and then pulling a blanket over you.
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