Sons and Daughters Of The Moon/ADULT/XO 1 open (CC/UC)

[Anna-Liisa]

Jus when I got caught up with the posts there are many long posts after...Sigh. I promise to read them ASAP.

[StormWolfstone]

~Cameron~


"What do you mean by 'closed off'?" Max asks and I sigh not sure how to reply to that. "Are you trying to do something to their heads?" He adds and as I sit there, trying to contemplate how to explain things I hear Maria ask if she can use the bathroom. I hope that she doesn't end up using it as an escape before I've had the chance to show her things that she needs to see.

After a moment, I try yet again to touch gently on Max's mind and as before I find the brick wall which I admit worries me. "Everyone, whether Son, Daughter or normal person has the ability to create a mental shielding, most of the time I can get through that shielding in order to communicate on a different level. I can share images, memories and such by creating a link of sorts with the other person's mind. Though, I also risk myself when creating that link because I can be pulled into a chasm of confusion if the Atrox attempts to attack at the same time. You are one of those that is closed off, I can't share those things with you."

I admit this quietly before continuing on, "I can't explain the last bit that I need to show everyone because it's not completely me sharing. The link will be created by myself with all of you, but the link between Mena and I will be volatile since she will be sending these images and such to my mind and I will basically be a transmitter to all of you."

Adam laughed a bit at my wording but as I turned to look at him, I felt from his real expression I needed to touch on his mind. "I won't trust anyone whom you can't link with. They could still be some sort of Follower."

I shake my head, not planning to reply to that although I couldn't help but make my own comment, "Despite the fact that you helped us, Max... it doesn't make us feel certain that it isn't some sort of trap to make us feel safe and then have it turn out that you are another form of a Follower of the Atrox." I glanced over at Mena who nodded.

"What she means, Max.. is that certain people that follow the Atrox can keep her from linking with their minds which makes it hard for her to trust those she can't link with. She is also asking everyone for permission to make that connection with all of you so that we can save some time. I'm growing exhausted." Mena spoke and as I observed her, I could see that she was indeed seemingly tired. This made me wonder if she would be alright or if something more was wrong then she'd let on.

[magikhands]

Michael

My insides did flips when Maria put her hands over mine, their warmth seeping into my body. For a long time I felt that I couldn't let anyone in. Even Max, Isabel, and Tess see this side of me on rare occassions. But as I hold Maria, feel her body relax into mine and feel her touch, I wonder why I was always guarded against her. Why I never allowed her a peak of the real me?

When she flirts with Trevor, my heart clenches. I don't know how many times I wished it was me that she was smiling at, laughing with. But I always felt it would be wrong to let her know who, what, I really am. I've been scared to let any one of our friends know. Even Trevor, my brother.

The nightmare I'd had since I was a child flashed in my head. The one where Maria and Trevor would find out who I really am and they would look upon me in disgust and fear. They would turn away, together and I would loose them forever.

My embrace tightened slightly. But now things were different. Trevor...he's telekenetic? And he never told me. And Maria has powers of her own being a Daughter as Cameron called them. Would they really turn away if I told them the truth now?

"Why are you being so nice?" Maria asked as she shifted in my arms and broke me from my thoughts.

Her words shook me. Nice? I've always been nice. 'No you haven't' I scolded myself. Through the years I've distanced myself from her. I've watched from afar, scared. But surely I've never been mean.

'Mean, no. But how many times have I scowled at her, turned and walked the other way when she saw you?' I ask myself.

I lean my head down so my nose was in her hair and take a breath inhaling her scent. Jasmine clouds my head.

"I think I've learned something tonight Maria." I loosened my grip as she turns more toward me. Her lips are so close to mine. Her tongue flicks out to wet them. I fight the urge to let my tongue do that to them, to feel their silkiness.

"People are not all that they seem to be. We all have secrets. But there are reasons we keep them."

Maria's beautiful green eyes look up and meet mine. My breath catches as I see something in them I don't think I've ever noticed. They were not playful or sad as I've seen before, but they are darker, filled with a passion I knew she had lurking inside of her and was that...trust?

"Maria..." I whisper her name. I want to tell her the truth, she needs to know that I can protect her as she learns more about who she is. But the thought also frightens me as the image of her face of fear and disgust surfaces.

"I...have a secret. I'm..." I pause as my heart stops beating for a moment. "Scared." I finally admit.


occ: Storm, did you still need help with Alex on here? I know Serena is sleeping so she's good for now...

[StormWolfstone]

~Maria~


"I think I've learned something tonight Maria." I can't help but simply wet my lips as thoughts pass through my mind, but I'm also curious as to this sudden change in him. I'd hoped, many many times, I'd hoped for such a closeness with Michael. Yet, even as I had this moment, I waited for the bottom to drop out.

"People are not all that they seem to be. We all have secrets. But there are reasons we keep them." I hear him say and meet his gaze, I know there are reasons and I had never thought to feel comfortable around anyone if they knew what a freak I was. Yet, at this moment I knew what I really felt and that was, for some reason, I trusted that Michael wasn't seeing me as a freak. Looking in his eyes, I note that they aren't as shuddered and distant as they normally are.

It's something that causes me to simply wait, even as I had the urge right then to simply close the distance between our lips; which wasn't much space; and kiss him as I'd wanted to for some time. I'd always hoped that if I flirted enough with Trevor, that somehow it would get Michael to pay attention. Yet, now he seemed to be paying attention, maybe not quite the way I want, but at least I can hope that in time...

"Maria..." He whispers my name and I can tell with that simple word that he really was different, but it was what followed that really shocked me. "I...have a secret. I'm..." He pauses and I wonder if he's changed his mind when his admission comes out just barely loud enough for me to know I heard right. "Scared."

I know my eyes probably widen with the surprise in them, but I can't help the reaction. I'm not quite certain how to handle seeing this side of him. I'd always known that somewhere lurking deep inside him was a man that could be real, but I never expected that the first chance I'd have to glimpse that man was with him admitting he was scared. Yet, as I searched his gaze, I saw the truth of his words.

"What are you afraid of, Michael?" I can't help but ask even as I look into his eyes and find that I am afraid that I will make him close off again. We've argued often, but never have we spent more then a minute or two in each other's presence without supervision and not ended up having heated conversations. And even with those debates, I'd liked it, liked to see some sort of emotion rather then a stoic and silent Michael.

"If it's me, well... I don't exactly have a curse that can hurt.." I say wryly. I know that Mena, Cameron and Adam call it a gift, but to me it's a curse. If I get to worked up, which I have a habit of doing when around Michael for too long, I have to worry about my molecules shifting. It's one of the reasons I often stomp off in a huff because I feel it begin and sometimes it does so and I fear that before I get away someone will notice my hand or leg going invisible.

The very thought made me feel panic, but I simply pinched myself to snap out of it and waited. "I mean, I... I'd never hurt you, Michael."

Because I love you, my mind screams but I can't make myself say that. If I admitted that he'd run the other way and then I'd be even worse off. I'd rather have the tentative friendship and heated arguments then nothing at all.

I give him a tentative smile as I squeeze his hands slightly, "Or, if it's about your own secrets, they are yours to keep or tell. I won't say I'm not curious, but I won't press. I don't need to know unless you want me to. I mean, it's not as though I really told people about me and look at Max and Trevor keeping such secrets and even my best-friends had abilities. So what if I thought I was a freak of nature.. now I.." I feel my cheeks redden, "And I'm babbling as always, when I need to shut up because I don't want you to decide that being open and honest to me isn't such a good idea after all.." With that said, I force myself to bite my tongue to keep from saying more.

I glance at our hands for a moment and note that my fingers are starting to fade. Quickly, I look back up at Michael, looking in his eyes as I try to bite my tongue even harder, pain is good. Pain stops me from going into vanish mode. Bite tongue and stop thinking of how you like being in his arms. Bite tongue and keep from giving into the urge to kiss him and make a fool of yourself.

[magikhands]

Michael

"What are you afraid of, Michael?" She asks me as she looks into my eyes. She’s so bold at times. One of the things I love about her. "If it's me, well... I don't exactly have a curse that can hurt…I mean, I... I'd never hurt you, Michael."

"Or, if it's about your own secrets, they are yours to keep or tell. I won't say I'm not curious, but I won't press. I don't need to know unless you want me to. I mean, it's not as though I really told people about me and look at Max and Trevor keeping such secrets and even my best-friends had abilities. So what if I thought I was a freak of nature.. now I.."

I watch slightly amused at her babble. I knew when she was nervous she tended to go on and on with whatever was on her mind. I can’t help how cute she looked as her cheeks redden.

"And I'm babbling as always, when I need to shut up because I don't want you to decide that being open and honest to me isn't such a good idea after all.."

I feel the pressure of her hands on mine lighten. I glance down and see that they seem to be fading. It’s strange really. They look almost translucent as I can see my own hands through hers. I bite back the gasp that threatens my throat. I don’t want to scare her more than she already is and more likely so when I tell her about myself.

I look to her just as she turns back. Our eyes lock and I can literally feel her breath on my face. She’ s so close and I can see a fear in her eyes. I want to take it from her but I’m not sure how. Doing the only thing my mind is screaming at me I lower my head and capture her beautiful plump lips to mine.

I feel her swift intake of air as I surprised her but she quickly recovers and opens her lips. I let my tongue slid in for the first time and drink in her taste. She’s sweet as I knew she would be. Her tongue urgently tangles with mine as her body shifts again, this time until she is facing me, her legs on either side of mine and her arms tightly wrapped around my neck. Breathing out a sigh I deepen the kiss.

‘To hell with the consequences.’ I think to myself as I tighten my arms around her pulling her closer to my body, until I settle the v between her legs on my lap.

I feel myself letting go. My mind feels freer than it’s ever been as I wallow in her scent, feel, and taste. I feel the stone wall I’d erected years ago around my emotions slowly crumble, my defenses lower.

Images began swirling in my head. They were all of Maria in different stages of her life. But the ones that caught my attention were those of staring at me from afar when I wasn’t looking. This surprised me. I had always thought she was interested in Trevor. The way she flirted with him and how we could barely manage a civil conversation lead me to believe that she didn’t like me much. But now… I see it through her eyes. I could feel her emotions. It was something I’d never before experienced with anyone else.

Maria pulled away from our kiss quickly, her hands were on my chest trying to get further away but my arms wouldn’t let her go. They couldn’t seem to release her from their embrace no matter how hard she tried. Her eyes were wide, her swollen lips shaped in an o, a look of surprise on her face.

“Maria?” My voice harsh with desire and wonder at the things I saw.


(ya think she saw flashes too? hint hint)

ooc: I'll get an Alex out sometime tomorrow

[StormWolfstone]

OOC: Hope this works for what you had in mind Magikhands If not feel free to PM me and let me know, I'll be glad to change it. (kept hoping to catch ya online but I've been working extra )

~Maria~

My eyes lock on his and I can’t believe that I’m this close to him and yet I don’t think he could ever understand how I feel. I’m afraid that he’ll see what makes me a freak and I can’t help but hope that he hadn’t seen my hands, that he hadn’t been looking down at them. Before I can think of anything more to say, his lips are suddenly on mine and I can’t help but gasp in surprise. However, as surprised as I am, I can’t stop from opening for him, this being a dream come true.

I can’t stop my tongue from meeting his, tangling and exploring with purpose. Without even breaking the kiss I’d only thought would be a dream and yet was better then any dream, I shifted until I was almost straddling him, giving myself a more comfortable way to give myself over to the kiss. Looping my arms around his neck, I don’t resist when he deepens the kiss and settles me even further on him so that I can feel him, all of him against me. I tangle a hand in his hair, holding onto him as though he’s my lifeline. A soft moan escapes my throat and before I can think of anything else, somehow images flood through my mind.

I see a young Michael, crawling out of something strange, then he’s standing alone, I can feel his loneliness singing in my blood. I see him at a different age with Trevor at his side, but he’s not looking at Trevor. He’s looking at me. Images shift but as they do, I watch and can feel him looking at me and I can feel his fear, his longing, everything he was feeling. I couldn’t believe the depth of it when I thought he loathed me for so long and yet, the entire time he was watching me. I can feel his jealousy when he watches me flirt with Trevor, feel his pain.

That’s when it dawns on me, Michael was afraid of letting himself care, of being hurt and of hurting. Afraid that I’d reject him, just as I’d been afraid of things. This was just too much, way too much for me to handle. I drew back from the kiss and tried to push away, tried to get loose even as I looked at him through wide eyes. I couldn’t let myself think that these things I’d seen were real, yet I did. And that shocked me beyond measure.

“Maria?” Michael’s voice sounds and I can hear desire and wonder in his tone. Looking at him, I meet his eyes and see that he seems equally as shocked as I am. I know my gaze has got to be searching, but suddenly I can’t keep myself from feeling panic rise. Had he somehow seen the opposite of what I had seen? Did he see me the way I saw him? I glance down at my hands and note that they are now simply floating molecules and I know that if I let myself I could simply go invisible and float away.

“Pinch me, Michael. Please.” My voice is shaky and deeper then normal when I speak, but he seems to look at me with a question in his eyes. “Please, just pinch me.” He seems to consider and then I feel him pinch my shoulder, the slight pain shocking my molecules back into place. “Thank you.”

Now that I am solid again, I try to breathe in and out slowly. How had I seen those things? What did it mean? “Michael? You aren’t a Son, are you? I mean, umm…. I..” I shake my head and decide to take a deep breath before trying again. “I don’t understand how we .. how I .. saw you as a.. and .. did you really… what was that thing..?”

I sigh in frustration as I lift a hand to rest on his cheek gently as I give a weak smile, feeling so confused. “What exactly just happened here? And I don’t mean the kiss. I mean the images during the kiss.” The kiss. I can’t help but lift my other hand to my lips and note that it’s almost as though I can still feel the pressure of his lips on mine. I love knowing that I’ll have memories to keep me warm if this was just some fluke. Yet, I can feel myself breaking at the thought that I might never have more.

Please tell me I am not going crazy. That I didn’t just imagine what I saw. Don’t let him say it’s all a mistake or anything of the sort. What was he climbing out of as a boy? And why didn’t he say something about how he felt or… or… well, hell I could have said something myself. I can’t blame him when I didn’t try either. I argue mentally while I wait for a response and then I can’t help but blurt out before he can say anything. “I thought you hated me.”

The hardest part about this was trying to focus on talking and thinking when I was still on his lap and in his arms. When I was barely an inch from brushing my lips against his. It was far too much a temptation that didn’t seem to be easing.

[isabelle]

*Max*

I thought Mena was talking about some of her "sons and daughters" being closed off, but no, she's talking about me. I'm 'one of the ones' that she can't see. It doesn't seem like that big a leap to assume the others are Michael, Isabel and Tess. We're the ones she can't reach.

I feel myself tensing at the thought, getting defensive. I didn't even know she was trying. What is she trying to see? Why does she want to be in my mind? Then she explains. She wants to show us all something. Even those of us who aren't like her. She says, "Despite the fact that you helped us, Max... it doesn't make us feel certain that it isn't some sort of trap to make us feel safe and then have it turn out that you are another form of a Follower of the Atrox."

Then Mena explains, "What she means, Max.. is that certain people that follow the Atrox can keep her from linking with their minds which makes it hard for her to trust those she can't link with. She is also asking everyone for permission to make that connection with all of you so that we can save some time. I'm growing exhausted."

My mouth goes dry as I realize what they're asking. They won't trust us unless they can link with our our minds, but what will they see there, if they do? I glance at Isabel for a long moment, then move my eyes to meet Tess's. Michael is still gone, but he's in my thoughts as all this goes through my mind. I don't know about Trevor. He's a teleknetic, but I don't know that he's like us, that he's alien ...

My eyes then move to look at Liz again, longing to talk to her, to let her see the real me. I've wanted so much to be able to share things with her and now that I know that she's 'different,' too, I dared to hope I might be able to really explain it, but that doesn't mean I want these strangers in my mind. She's only talking about showing us things, but I can't help but think she'll be seeing things too. What will they see if they do go there? We've been hiding all our lives. We need to hide. It's the only way for us to be safe...

I swallow with an effort and look at Cameron again. "I'm not," I tell her, although it's possible that's not true. Attrox could be an alien. It's possible we could be connected to him/it. We don't know anything about ourselves. "We're not with Attrox, but I don't know how to do what you're asking. How do I 'open' my mind? What happens if I can't?"

We're not human. I remember when we were children, before we learned to speak English, the four of us could communicate with each other without words. Our minds are probably different than theirs. That's why she can't see. Maybe it's not even possible because we're too different. If we can't do this, then her teachers will probably view us as enemies. What will they do then?

And then there's one more thing. "And if we can, what then? Would you be looking at our minds, too? Would you see things? Private things?"

[Anna-Liisa]

I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Give me a few days and I'll catch up and post.

[StormWolfstone]

~Cameron~


"We're not with Attrox, but I don't know how to do what you're asking. How do I 'open' my mind? What happens if I can't?" Max asks and I try and decide just how best to explain the way it can be done. I wish that I knew an easier way to do these things and a part of me wishes that the Son of the Atrox was there. I knew he would have the power to open their minds and if he's on our side the way Mena says and he even said, then it would be safe.

"And if we can, what then? Would you be looking at our minds, too? Would you see things? Private things?" Max adds and I glance over at Adam who re-enters the room and takes a seat on the cushion of my chair putting a hand on my shoulder.

"Max, I have no intention of looking into your minds. My only goal here is to make things easier on Mena. That means connecting minds and allowing images to show, that's it. As long as we have a reason to trust you, I would ask before delving further into a person. As to how you can open your minds, I'm not sure how to explain it. Maybe, maybe I can show you and give you an idea..."

I'm not really sure if what I am thinking of will work, but I glance at Adam who nods and then stand, making my way over until I'm standing in front of Max. "I've never done this with someone that's closed off, but Adam and I have done this at times when strengthening our gifts." I begin and then kneel down so I'm a bit more even with him. Holding out my hands, I say simply. "Take my hand and look into my eyes, Max. I'll try showing you what's in my mind slowly, it might allow you to open."

[magikhands]

Alex

I've sat and watched everything in silence. I'm trying hard to get my mind to wrap around everything I'm finding out. I'm a Son. I have powers. Powers that can help others.

'Well, that explains those visions I get occassionally.' I think to myself, thankful to know now that I'm not crazy. I was sure that something was seriously wrong when I kept having these de ja vu moments. I've never told anyone but now as Mena and Cameron explain who we are, it all falls into place.

I'm more baffled by Max and Trevor's announcements. They are telekenetic? And they never told us? But then, I've kept this secret for years.

I glance over at Isabel who is sitting next to me. I see a concerned look and wonder if it's because of finding out that I'm...different, or something else.

I look around and see Maria still isn't back. That's when I notice Michael gone too. I'm about to get up and check on her but Cameron starts talking about how people are closed off. That she can't read them, can't show them what she wants to. What we need to know.

Isabel stiffens next to me at her words and Max starts asking what if he can't open up his mind. Isabel is obviously worried about the information she's hearing. I want to reach out and comfort her, but I'm not sure how.

Cameron gets up and kneels in front of Max. I reach over and take Isabel's hand in mine. She glances over at me and I see her concern.

"It's ok. Cameron won't hurt him." I don't know how I know this but I feel I have to assure her.