This took place in Tiphareth's tavern.. not much else to explain really..

DarianNightshade: ::Darrian's shades glinted in the partial light as he faded into a shadow by the door way. he leaned against the jamb, a mocking smile on his face, arms crossed. His caramel toned skin partially shone as he relaxed himself against the wood, observing the man.::

Tiph Nightshade: ::Tiphy gave Darrian a curious glance and stood there saying nothing, an endlessly calm hand caressing over one Masamune's hilt slowly, idly, as she snapped her eyes back to Rafael, not especially excited about anything less than pleasant going on::

DarianNightshade: ::He smiled slightly at his wife, a genuine one, no mockery there, then turned his head slightly to stare directly at the "man" before him, looking him slowly up and down, as if sizing him up.::

RafaelDeForal: ::sighs, looking around but making sure he knew where Darian is at all times::

DarianNightshade: ::Darrian was hard to miss, it seemed wherever he was, the lights were dimming just out of respect to the shadow walker.::

Tiph Nightshade: ::She ruffled her wings almost violently, a cascade of black and white feathers floating their way downwards, swirling slowly and haphazardly to the floor at her platform boot encased feet.. Molting was such fun.. In annoyance, she flicked a large sable plume from her view and simply kept looking from Dar to Rafael..::

RafaelDeForal: ::looks over at Tiph, sighing:: I don't wanna fight. ::looks back at Darian::

Tiph Nightshade: How goes it, darling? ::She quirked a brow slightly, vaulting to her usual spot, atop the bar's counter, which was otherwise vacant apart from Dar Rafael and herself, no tender or barmaids anywhere to be seen. She turned to Rafael now:: Nor do I..

Tiph Nightshade: Or to watch one either, for that matter..

DarianNightshade: ::Darrian shrugged those broad, suit covered shoulders once, to signal his indifference to the other's thoughts as he nodded to his wife, signaling all seemed to be fairly well. He smiled faintly at her, and would honor her wishes if she told him not to. But if she didn't, he would have some fun.::

RafaelDeForal: ::shakes his head then looks down for a moment:: But it would seem Darian has something to prove over one obviously weaker than he.

Tiph Nightshade: Baby he didn't do anything and wouldn't deserve it at all if you have it in your head to pummel him... ::She spoke softly, in a quiet, subdued tone, flickering her glowing eyes to him and crossing her legs in front of her::

DarianNightshade: Looks are deceiving.. ::He muttered, looking none too powerful, nor imposing himself, in his business suit and tie. He was just quite tall, with an angular jaw, caramel skin and strong features, though grim, were extremely pleasing to the eye.::

Tiph Nightshade: ::She cast off each sword, which was then dumped rather unceremoniously onto the floor in front of her, to rest atop the scattering of fine feathers, with a moderately loud thump..::

RafaelDeForal: ::shrugs and laughs:: No one said anything about looks. I just told you that you were stronger than I, the only thing I can think of to honor you more than that would be to give you a daughter. Which, ::shrugs and looks around:: I have none.

DarianNightshade: ::He laughed, a deep rich and almost musical tone, his shoulders moving up and down as he smiled broadly at the boy before him.:: I think Tiphareth, my Wife, might have something to say against that, if it were to happen..

RafaelDeForal: ::nods:: Aye. In which case I would be in a deeper pile of.. ::trails off::

Tiph Nightshade: ::She reclined onto her side, stretching out across the length of bar counter, resting her head against a hand and brushing a few feathers off of the table in front of her, scowling.. how she despised molting... She looked up at Dar and smirked:: I might..

DarianNightshade: Shit.. ::Darrian finished for Rafael.. Darrian stepped lightly to his wife, smiling down at her as he took her hands in his, pinned them above her head, to the bar top and planted a slow deep and wet kiss on her lips.::

RafaelDeForal: ::shrugs:: Mayhaps I should leave the two of you..?

Tiph Nightshade: Mmm ::She half mumbled into his mouth, lacing her delicate digits with his and beginning to return his kiss::

RafaelDeForal has left the room.

DarianNightshade: ::He swung one long leg over the bar top, and over her, and straddled her hips, continuing to kiss her slowly..::

Tiph Nightshade: ::She arched her back slightly beneath him, inclining her head to the side a tad, starting to kiss him a bit harder now.. but not pushing it in the slightest::

DarianNightshade: ::He released her hands, and leaned back, to sit up straight.. He gazed into her prussian eyes, smiling softly:: I killed someone else today sweetie..

Tiph Nightshade: Oh? Who was the unfortunate one? Anybody I know.. or dislike? ::She grinned wickedly::

DarianNightshade: A no name person who moved in on someone's drug territory.. problem solved. ::He grinned wickedly at her in return, and leaned back down to kiss her neck softly, then up to her lips.. a deep, slow kiss.::

Tiph Nightshade: Oh, a job type thing then.. not a kill for the hell of it cuz I want to..::She spoke even as he leaned back down, and smiled fleetingly, before leaning up a bit to meet him, tickling at his tongue with her own, and moving her now free hands to his back::

DarianNightshade: ::He nodded, "mmmhming" into her mouth softly as that barbell studded tongue slipped up, and softly, almost lazily rubbed against hers.::

Tiph Nightshade: ::She kissed him slowly, sweetly, thinking of how she'd missed him lately. She took in a slight breath through her nose, her chest rising up softly beneath him in the process, and curled one toned leg around one of his::

DarianNightshade: ::Darrian grinned as best as possible without breaking the kiss.. He was about ready to quit his job, a few more and he would be an Assassin no more, then he could spend the days with his family, and the nights in her arms.::

Tiph Nightshade: ::She almost purred to him, a rather odd sound for Tiphy.. since she never made it, practically, and slipped the prussian twins closed, sealing their perpetually radiated poison inside, behind the richly lashed lids. Her hands slid slowly up the length of his back to pull gently through his hair, her soft warm fingertips playing over his scalp::

DarianNightshade: ::He smiled softly as he pulled away. nibbling lightly on her bottom lip, then the graceful point of her chin. He licked his lips softly, eyes half closed from pleasure as he gazed down at her, fingertips idly trailing down her cheek.:: I love you Tiph..

Tiph Nightshade: ::She opened her eyes again, looking lovingly up at him, an almost wistful, longing quality tinged into her tone as she spoke:: I love you too baby, so much ::Then she turned and kissed his hand::

DarianNightshade: ::He grinned and waggled his eyebrows at her playfully.:: What have you and the little hellion been up to around the house?

Tiph Nightshade: Hmm well... myself I have been doing just about jack shit, other than watching Damian and trying desperately to teach him my language... which so far he refuses to speak ::She frowned a bit:: And Damian has gotten slightly better at not ripping my arm to shreds when he feeds now.. which is almost a godsend..::she smirked, *god*.. lost concept to her, unless Darrian counted::

DarianNightshade: Hmmm.. He hasn't started to catch his own prey yet.. And he has developed to the human equivalent of what age? ::he muttered, trying to calculate figures in his head..:: i figure we should begin to wean him..

Tiph Nightshade: He coos "dada" endlessly, love. I'm sure he misses you... ::she furrowed her brow in thought;: He can't be too old, as far as equivalency goes.. I don't think his aging is especially accelerated he is just incredibly intelligent for his young age... I don't think we can wean him just yet.. he's too small and weak to catch his own food I'm sure..

DarianNightshade: He is a Nightshade darling.. we do not come weak as My Father, the King of RavenCrest used to say.. Ryan was a great man, and if he were still alive I would send Damian to learn from him.. he would benefit quite a bit from the experience I believe. ::He nodded to himself slightly.. to spend a few years with "pop" would be perfect for Damian.. he could learn to fence, box, hunt.. all the things Darrian learned at his young age.::

Tiph Nightshade: Perhaps I baby him... but I can't help it really, I mean after all, he's still my baby ::She looked off to the side a moment and then scooted back a bit to sit upright, taking one of his hands in her own tattooed one and lacing their fingers together::

DarianNightshade: He is mine as well... But I think a little harder treatment would build a little character.. such as the tapping at his knees so long ago that I did.. i went through the same, and it did a world of good for me when i was shipped off to school.. I got knocked down a lot, because I was smaller, but I always came back to win the fight, because I would never stay down.

Tiph Nightshade: ::She nodded slightly, understanding his point but having a few qualms of her own:: It's just that I want him to be able to have what was denied me... by that I simply mean, an actual childhood.. Having to grow up too fast doesn't always have the most agreeable effects on a person ::Her tone wavered a bit and she choked, raking her free hand harshly across her eyes and damning the unpleasant memories furiously back down::

DarianNightshade: ::Darrian nodded and caressed her cheek softly..:: mayhaps I could postpone the harsher lessons until he is more.. an adult.. ::he smiled warmly at her, gently nudging her with his forehead, and kissing the tip of her nose.::

Tiph Nightshade: ::She nodded meekly, trying to smile, and wondering in the back of her mind if ever there would come an instance where any thought of her past would serve to do anything other than to visibly upset her.::

DarianNightshade: ::He smiled faintly, and looked to the floor.. He was idly rolling the barbell stud against his left canine tooth, which was not extended, and puzzling things out in his acute mind..::

Tiph Nightshade: ::She crawled into his lap, her legs hanging over the inside of the bar, and rested her head against his shoulder, sighing and valiantly trying to keep the mournful edge out of her voice, a small shining sapphire tear slipping slowly down her pallid cheek:: I dunno what's wrong with me..

DarianNightshade: Nothing is wrong with you sweetie.. ::he whispered to her, and held her hand gently..:: What makes you think that?

Tiph Nightshade: Any and everything seems to set me off lately, and it's all I can do not to break down and blubber like some goddamn child who's lost his mother.. I never used to get upset over anything but now... ugh ::She pulled her legs up and set the balls of her feet on the very edge of the counter, her heels against his leg. A small toned arm snaked around her bent knees and she sniffled::

DarianNightshade: I know what is "wrong" now..... you have finally become a full fledged human.. you are remembering what happened, and responding to it with a gamut of emotions.. now comes the hard part.. to put it behind you, and move on with your life baby. And you will not do it alone.. I will help you

Tiph Nightshade: For 23 years all I had to worry about was the next training session, the next fight, the next war, and I was so busy and stoic and such an unfeeling hardass that I had no time nor reason to bother with emotions at all. It's like I was a completely different being, because when I came here and met you, everything changed.. I can't seem to get used to this. ::She paused there, a bit muddled:: I love you, and without the drastic change I couldn't, because I simply wouldn't have it in me. We both know that, but all this change it's just... too much sometimes.. ::she nuzzled her head into his neck:: Did that make any sense at all baby?

DarianNightshade: Change is both bad and good.. Bad in the sense that a routine life is simple, stable and regular. You always know what to expect until something or someone comes along and throws a wrench in your gears and rips your whole world to shreds. That wrench is change, and that is what makes everything difficult, because it rips everything apart. Now you can either ignore that change, or you can learn from it.

Tiph Nightshade: Ignoring it would mean casting off everything I love and reverting back into the monster that I was, leaving you and Damian behind.. and I don't think I can do that, not even if my life depended on it. ::She snuggled closer to him, holding him tightly:: I guess it will just take more time is all..

DarianNightshade: ::He nodded slightly, and held her gently:: Time heals all wounds.. Give anything time, and it will all be alright.

Tiph Nightshade: And that is one thing that I have an abundance of... Which would bother me in and of itself if you didn't as well, but my only comfort sometimes is knowing that I have you with me, and will for a long long time

DarianNightshade: ::He grinned and nodded:: That is because I am almost ready to quit my job sweetie, and with a little smart investing and business sense, I can invest three quarters of my savings, and the three of us can live off the interest forever.. and have a ton of money to boot.

Tiph Nightshade: I don't care about money, we could be poor as hell in the monetary sense but I would still feel rich; the people in my life are what makes it worth living.. ::She thought about the prospect of him quitting and smiled a soft private smile, never having to lie alone in their bed at night again sounded pretty nice..::

DarianNightshade: But I don't think you mind eating steak, and sleeping on silks and satins at the same time. I am one thing if anything for my family baby: A provider. I want my wife and kid(s) to be just as well off as can be, because I want them to have everything I can give them, and so much more.

Tiph Nightshade: I know it, and I love you for it, I wasn't trying to lessen what you do for Damian and me at all, you know that ne? ::She placed a soft light kiss at his jawline and nuzzled her head back against his neck again::

DarianNightshade: Of course I do my love.. of course.. ::He whispered in a soothing voice, and kissed the side of her head lightly, his hands gently trailing through her hair, as if he were almost petting her to soothe her a little.::

Tiph Nightshade: ::She sighed contentedly and took a comfort from his presence, as she always had, and always would. Nothing was quite so dear to her as Darrian::

Tiph Nightshade: ::She smoothed his tie with her right hand, eying the inky black Roman numeral 2 a stark contrast to her extremely fair skin tone. She chanted something in her alien tongue, and upon completion of her verse, a myriad of candles burst into an eerie blue flame, lighting up her tavern, as she noted the darkness creeping in, the sky outside having turned overcast and clouded::

DarianNightshade: ::Darrian smiled, his shades gleaming softly in the partial light. He kissed her cheek slightly, and took her tattooed hand in his, examining it quietly..:: There must be some way to get rid of that ugly thing.. ::He mused aloud..::

Tiph Nightshade: I don't really want it gone... why do you? Reminds you of bad things? ::She quirked a chestnut brow and looked at him thoughtfully::

DarianNightshade: No.. but it does to you.. ::He smiled faintly, and cocked a brow back at her..::

Tiph Nightshade: Yes well.. It only reminds me of how I came about, and like it or not I am going to have to deal with it, not like I can hide from it or live in denial or anything... Besides, I am more than used to the thing by now. There are worse things than being tagged a number rather than a name... but they gave me both you see.. so ::She trailed off::

DarianNightshade: so?

Tiph Nightshade: Could be worse.. that tattoo isn't the most horrid thing they did to me.. is all I meant..

DarianNightshade: Care to talk about it honey? ::He whispered, one hand gently gripping her opposite shoulder, as he placed an arm about her to reassure her.::

Tiph Nightshade: Well some you already know.. how I was made, and raised, and not being exactly human or mortal and all of that.. Lied to for a good 20 years and the list of grievances goes on.. ::she cuddled closer to him, not really feeling bad enough to weep just yet::

DarianNightshade: Only 20 years? ::he tried to force a chuckle, which came out, kind of strained.. He wanted to make her smile, but was afraid that wasn't about to happen.:: Sounds like you had a hell of a lot of fun there.

Tiph Nightshade: All of my existence practically... even though I'm not mortal I'm still pretty young..::She turned visibly saddened eyes downwards and sighed softly, curling closer to seek a much needed comfort::

DarianNightshade: ::Darrian pulled her to his lap, and spoke softly:: One day you will need to stop playing the part of the victim, realize life has been harsh, and move on. I am not criticising you baby, just the truth.

Tiph Nightshade: I know that, and I'm trying to, but this crap is so new to me still that I'm not having the easiest time with it... we're getting off the subject though..

DarianNightshade: No.. nothing about this is off the subject. In fact, this might be directly where we need to go.

Tiph Nightshade: ::She pulled her head back a bit and gave him a questioning look, saying nothing. A nagging little thought was beginning to bother her, and not for the first time either, but as usual she just shoved it away, fretting inwardly and turning unseeing eyes to the floor::

DarianNightshade: ::He gave her a reassuring hug.:: I want to help you.. but you have to help yourself first, and being a victim forever, will not help you in any way shape or form.

Tiph Nightshade: ::She shook her head in slight frustration:: That's not what I meant. ::Taking a calming breath, she paused, and her small tattooed hand sought his timidly out as she began to speak again:: I'm not having a crisis, or anything like that, I don't see myself as this pathetic little helpless thing. I was only bothered by what's been done and can't be taken back or reversed..

DarianNightshade: The past can't be reversed. It's demons and ghosts of it will haunt everyone, separately, until their dying day. Mine will haunt me, yours you, and everyone elses, them. But if you put it behind you, and leave it there, it can't do anything else.

Tiph Nightshade: ::She hung her head now, shaking it slowly, the long soft tendrils waving fludily around her pained, pale visage:: I don't mean that either baby.. ::She whined a little bit:: There are things about me that nobody knows, not even you.. ::She bit her lip, not knowing why the hell she'd kept this to herself for this long::

DarianNightshade: Tell me then.. ::He whispered softly, stroking her cheek, and placing her hair back in its place.:: If you wish to that is..

Tiph Nightshade: What if I told you I had another form? ::She whispered it so softly, it was nearly inaudible, and she trembled with some personal self loathing as she spoke the words. Her eyes were dead set onto a certain glass at the other end of the bar, and there they stayed, as if she couldn't bring herself to look at him::

DarianNightshade: Another form... as in? ::He cocked a disbelieving eyebrow at her, now completely baffled as to her meaning, but definately wanting to know more.::

Tiph Nightshade: As in, I don't look like this all the time..::Her tone was still quiet and endlessly timid, and she felt smaller and smaller, wishing more with each passing second that she had just kept this to herself.. Obviously scared of something, but exactly what, it was difficult to discern::

DarianNightshade: ::Darrian looked at her, a peculiar, unplacable look on his face. It had never been there as far as she had seen.. it was shock..:: Explain. ::His tone left no room for edging around the subject.::

Tiph Nightshade: You started out human.. I did not.. ::Suddenly she wanted the floor to open up and swallow her whole, though the tinge in her voice was strangely placid, and matter of fact::

DarianNightshade: I am still human in form.. what is it? ::He almost growled the words out.. his love had been deceiving him for how long?::

Tiph Nightshade: ::Her face crumpled into the beginnings of a sob, and she slunk to the floor, as if she thought herself unworthy of even being near him anymore:: I didn't want to tell you, because I was afraid of what you'd think of me.. ::Her eyes drizzled glowing tears at a furious pace, and she was all but helpless, hating that she had ever been created.. not really able to think of her being born..::

DarianNightshade: What form Darling.. ::He tugged her gently, lifting her by the under arms, back to his lap, and nuzzling her gently. The love he felt for her was too strong to be broken by such a small matter.::

Tiph Nightshade: ::She clung to him desperately, weeping into his shoulder for many long minutes before she was able to speak again:: Being a hybrid means more than one species was melded together... and an alien hybrid, well.. I can either look somewhat normal, like this, and most times I do... but all of those Jenova cells in me do more than make me stronger and prolong my lifespan... because every now and then.. ::Her voice had lowered and lowered as she made her best atttempts to explain this as gently as possible and by now it was scarcely more than a squeak:: I can't hold this form anymore.

DarianNightshade: Oh My God.. you are fucking kidding me.. ::He whispered softly, urgently to her, gripping her shoulders tightly:: And if you aren't then what the fuck are you going to become!? ::His voice was anguished..::

Tiph Nightshade: ::She turned her face up to him and stroked his cheeks, gently cottling him:: It's not quite so drastic, shh.. just listen. About once every two years or so, the alien cells get too unstable for me to control anymore and for like a week or less, I'm in Jenova form... It's not permanent or anything, don't worry sweetie ::She gave him a pleading look and pursed her lips together nervously::

And we stopped it there for.. suspense... or something >D--....