Stephen strides to his desk, the rain pouring out from his open window the revealed the night sky. He sat down and looks at the un-type letter he was attempting to send to Christina.
But his mind was hesitant, he said harsh words to her and treated her like she was a problem, and if he told her any of this, she wasn't going to believe him. So he closes the unsent letter, closing his laptop, and leans back in his chair. Then look over at the nightstand where his watch was sitting.
The memory of Astra plays back through his mind, the past couple of weeks have been going great, spending time with her and learning about the Mystic Arts alongside her. He stood up, stepping towards his nightstand, and picks the watch up in his hands, looking down at the ticking hands of the watch.
He then turns it over and looks down at the engraving on the back of the watch, his scarred finger gently brushes over the letters. The warmth radiating from his chest only grew the more he thought of her. Then exhaling to himself, he places the watch back and quickly steps towards the door, flinging it open and hurried outside into the pouring rain.
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Astra sat on her bed, adding the finishing touches to her new Sorcereress attire, "There." she states, Sully raised his head as he looks at her. "All done," she states, standing up from her bed and gently folds the attire onto the nightstand. "I think that just about covers everything," she states and began places her supplies away.
Sully meows at her, making her look over at her. "I know it's revealing, but I prefer the modern time attire, not 17th century, no offense," she informs him, Sully let out a weak meow. Making her smile at him, Astra just smiles and turns her attention to the book on her desk, a thought then struck her, making her look away. "You know Sully, for the amount of time I've been, hardly anyone has left," she states, Sully just looks at her. "And nothing seems to add up. The crippled and injured come here to be healed, but they made Masters of Mystic Arts. That doesn't make sense." she states
Sully meows at her and jumps down to the ground. "That is true, she is hiding something. I'm not sure yet," she states, her train of thought was interrupted as a banging repeated on her door. Her attention on the door, stepping over, pulls the lockout from the door and opens to reveal a partly soak Stephen. He pants as he was looking right down at her. "Stephen..." she said in surprise.
He just pants, Sully hurried out of the room as he could smell the tension coming off Stephen. "What's wrong...? And why are you wet?" she asks, he said nothing, just staring down at her, then he grips her face in his hands, stepping into the room, lunging towards her, and roughly presses his lips to her.
Astra stumbles back, in complete surprise as he pressed his lips to hers, he kicks the door close and continued his assault on her lips. "Ste... then..." she whispers in between kisses. But he continues his assault, then slides his hands down to her waist and picks her right up. Astra lets out a meek gasp as she instinctively wraps her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck as he steps towards her bed and lays them both down.
He lays down in between her legs, kissing her repeatedly, she gasps, gripping his shoulders, trying to pry him off. But he was too strong and was pressed firmly against her. "Ste--mmph!!" she tries again, but he pressed his lips against hers again.
Her body trembles against his, either terror or excitement, she couldn't tell, her brain was still registering what was happening. He pressed one last kiss to her lips then slowly pulls away, both of them panting as Stephen looks down at her. Astra grips the fabric of his clothes as she searches his eyes. "...why...?" she mutters, he just looks down at her, "You know why," he answers. Her heart jumped, faced flushed as she just stares at him. "But..." she tries to argue. "You and I both know, you were never my little sister. Not once," he informs her.
