Holy Templar Sanctum (Aincrad)

[Apollymi]

Charles was experiencing something strange, of this Angelica was certain. What was more he happened to be completely out of it. He was eerily quiet and calm. He seemed to have reached a state of peace mentally, his body wasn't quite on the same wavelength. Well, that wasn't exactly true, he was pinned beneath Angelica mostly unmoving aside from the growth of his manhood behind the softness of her rear. That was an interesting contrast of sensation. Angelica's own 'instincts' as they existed made her shift against him just a little as if settling into a point of greater contact. "I feel like you took that a way I didn't mean it. I do understand the basics Chuck..." she said seeming to find something rather strange about the entire situation. "I meant your actual mana feels bigger, though I am pretty sure I can feel it through..." she gave it some thought but didn't mention it though her body did shift once more. Why was she doing this? It wasn't really in her nature to tease or anything like that.

She remained staring into the lad's face as he began to ramble. What was he talking about in a moment like this... well his general acceptance of becoming the Holy Emperor. He claimed it wouldn't be so bad, that it was somehow selfish of him but it would be cool. Everything was apparently cool. "You aren't being selfish... I am," she explained of the moment. True enough, she'd basically chosen him to be her husband because he was the person she liked, accepting that in anyway wasn't selfish of him. The choice itself was selfish of her, made without any regard for anything else he might have had going on, or any other person who might have liked or loved him. "Are you really alright with it? It's still a job and has responsibilities, and you'll have to marry me..." she mused. She was fine with marrying Charles, and he seemed fine with marrying her in moments like this but it would be bad for him to become discontent at some point. She didn't want that for him but given their time together already she was certain she'd like him long term.

[Bloodedge]

Maybe Charlemagne did take that last clause in a way Angelica hadn't intended. If that were the case though, what was that movement she felt? Surely body language and verbal language were to be taken together, right? What she spoke of and what she physically reacted to had to be one and the same. Ah, but there was more to be said. Angelica had actually been talking about his mana, which she could feel through... through what? Either that wasn't said, or Charlemagne missed it while mentally floating through the cosmos itself. Oh well. He was pretty sure whatever she said was cool. . .

His thoughts of becoming Holy Emperor were selfish, but not according to Angelica. In her opinion, the selfishness was hers to bear. Did that make sense? He wasn't sure. Charlemagne didn't have the presence of mind to judge, knowing what made it a selfish moment of acceptance for him. Yes, it was a job and had its own responsibilities, but so was everything he currently did. Yes, he'd 'have' to marry Angelica, but that was the main appeal that made his acceptance selfish. So then, what could be said about becoming Holy Emperor? Now that his brain was taking a backseat to his Saint Graph, Charlemagne could apply some real, functional logic stemming from the soul. "That sounds... cool. So damn cool. . ." he declared with a calm certainty.

[Apollymi]

Charles seemed to be totally accepting of their engagement at a moment like this. Angelica for her part, was fine with accepting it (it'd been her proposal after all), but was also worried on his behalf. Just the same there was a base instinct at play here which couldn't truly be ignored. Even those little twitches of her hips as she stared down at his face weren't things truly within her control. She felt a strange amount of desire in a moment like this to know what it was that had changed about Charles' mana and her natural inclinations gave her a strange way to find out.

So then, what would she do? She'd lean forward into Charles face those curls around her cascading around either side of him as she found her gaze pointed at his lips. "I still don't really understand cool... in this sense, but it sounds like a good thing," she mused. Well, if they were to be married she should at least get to know him on more than just their names and activities right? That seemed right. She inched her lips closer and closer towards his as her body came to relax against the firmness of his chest. She was so soft in a moment like this but that wouldn't stop her actions this time. "Going to do one of those brash things now, okay?" she asked, not quite as brash as she could have been but still she leaned into his face to place her lips against his. Why not? The idea of getting married said such a thing was likely to happen anyway, knowing about it ahead of time was a good thing in her own mind.

[Bloodedge]

Angelica didn't understand coolness, and that was fine. He knew. He couldn't expect her to fall into social norms when being socially nonexistent to the world. This was cool, that was cool, everything in creation right this moment was... cool. That was how Charlemagne currently saw reality. Something was missing, but he wasn't quite sure what. Oh well; that was fine too. "Cool is always good. It's... cool," he stated.

Everything was cool, but that was not limited to the things Charlemagne already knew of. On the horizon was an unforeseen turn of events, which all began with Angelica leaning against him more so than she'd been doing previously. She was going to do something brash, though she'd prefaced it with a question. Didn't that just remove any brashness to the act? Well, no. The question didn't even have time to receive an answer before Angelica acted, and oh what an act it was.

Earlier this very day, Charlemagne vowed to lead Angelica beyond the walls of Aincrad, that she might see the real stars. He never expected to be the one viewing them instead, but lo, the moment his lips were met by hers, his eyes widened and an entire galaxy flowed into his retinas. What an unrecognizable sensation it was. There was a spark of some sort, not simply from Angelica, but from within Charlemagne as well. His lips puckered from instinct of the body, but also instinct of the soul. Something within was swirling furiously; Charlemagne felt it deep within his torso and all through his groin. What was it? Whatever it was, it was pretty darn cool.

[Apollymi]

Cool was always good, apparently. Perhaps one day Angelica would understand the meaning of cool. Whenever that actually happened, she'd be sure to make her understanding known. Until then she was coming to a different sort of understanding. She'd announced her intention to behave brashly. She'd settled against the firmness of Charles' chest with the softness of her own, and she'd brought their lips together. In meeting in such a way she was given a newfound understanding.

She'd kissed him, which she knew to be a brash action, but it was also the one which felt most natural. She wasn't as caught up on socially normative behavior, so the action itself was one she committed to without any extra thought. And after their lips met, it seemed that Charles was at least receptive enough to have his own lips pucker to meet her. Ah, this was it wasn't it. In bringing their lips together in such a way she had a more complete understanding of him in the moment. She couldn't compare it to anything else. For her it was like watching a sprinkling of dust be sucked inwards and shot out as light. How interesting... Those little shifting motions of her hips became a bit more prominent in the moment but it was no conscious effort on the part of Angelica. No, she was simply doing what felt most natural to her in the position she currently occupied.

[Bloodedge]

A swirling galaxy of stars was all that registered in Charlemagne's field of vision. All the while, there were only two places he could feel on his own body. Against his lips, he felt a soft warmth that his mental state could equate to a star closer than all the others. It transferred into him enough heat to survive the vacuum of space. The other sensation he had was through his manhood, which continued to be rubbed against by Angelica's backside. Her movements didn't make sense to him, but he also didn't realize he, too, suffered a shifting of the hips.

At that end of Charlemagne, there was not a star... but something of a black hole. Something was keen to pull him inward with a force even light could not escape. Would it get what it wanted? The movements of Charlemagne's body seemed to think so, though his mind was still absent. He was currently lost, following a nebula-like trail toward a cluster of stars that seemed connected to him somehow. In doing so, he was riding that same star that kept him warm. Between his journey and that black hole, Charlemagne would either be torn apart, or find the perfect form of harmony to recollect his physical state, as he hadn't a single clue where that had gone.

[Apollymi]

There was a natural set of actions taking place as their lips and bodies remained in such close proximity. Angelica felt warmth and softness as she kissed Charles and the gentle movements of her hips were also responded to by movements of his hips. That was odd, she was sure he'd been so hesitant to do anything, he'd called himself selfish but at a moment like this there was nothing selfish about his actions. She was certain he was going with her strange and brash demand. Here and now she had an understanding of this feeling of his mana and its apparent evolution.

It was nice. Nothing about this could be considered wrong by Angelica and as such she felt no need to pull away from their current endeavor. She continued to kiss him the movements of her hips shifting ever so often, so much so that with his own movements the lad would find himself against the bare skin of her rear between her and her bathing suit without much extra work involved. Something about the direct contact between their skin was exciting, the more of it she got the more of it she wanted. Was there a way to progress? She wasn't sure, even so the contact between their lips couldn't stop even as she needed to breathe. The answer was obviously to open her mouth and take a breath or something like that...

[Bloodedge]

Indeed, one answer to breathing was an open mouth. Charlemagne had gone for no such thing, as he'd never ceased breathing through his nose. Doing that much was a bit shallow, though; perhaps it would be in his best interest to take a deeper breath or two as well. Sadly, his mind had no place for that either. Why? Something was tugging him by the soul. Slowly was he beginning to realize that his path through an envisioned cosmos was not split between a star cluster and a black hole. Somehow, some way, that cluster was within the black hole itself.

Oh... he had a better question with that realization. Was it the gravity of a black hole which pulled him in, or was it the appeal of the stars within? Discerning an answer was impossible, but one thing was certain: Charlemagne was being pulled by the groin. No. No, there was more happening around his groin than just that. The constant rubbing he'd been feeling was no longer against some fabric, at least not exclusively. The previous feeling was solely rubbing against the underside of his manhood, keeping it pressed against... flesh on the other side? Yes, that was certainly flesh he felt. The moment he came to realize this sensation, Charlemagne seemed to... activate in a way. It was a similar feeling to the moment Angelica's lips met his, but more part of a long-term chain-reaction of some sort. His Spiritual Core behaved as if it were molting, or even... opening itself to accept something already around it, and more beyond that. How could he describe it? Well, he couldn't... but he wasn't of a mind to think he had to either.

[Apollymi]

What was happening? Angelica wasn't sure but she was becoming more and more certain of something. She'd been saying all day she'd made the right choice choosing Charles, and while their bodies made so much contact with each other she was certain that this was the truth. Her hips continued moving against his manhood, she could feel it pressed against her rear and against the fabric. It was rubbing against her and the sensation of pulsing mana was something her body seemed to demand.

She seemed to be almost out of control of herself in this moment, her movements aiming to draw from him more of that mana she was feeling. It was a strange thing to consider but it was her natural inclination to continue moving against him. She wasn't quite certain why but it felt like the right thing to do and unlike Charles she had no problem with acting as her body demanded of her. When her lips pursed against his again she felt the strangest jolt of sensation against her sex as she rocked her hips agaisnt his body. That was something she should continue to try and feel and as such she continued rocking herself against him, kissing him and getting lost in the pure sensation of his mana in this closed in space. Yes, this as nice, she wouldn't stop, it... she liked it far too much even right now to want to change anything about the way they were moving.

[Bloodedge]

The meeting between these two could only become stranger and stranger still. Charlemagne's mind, soul, or perhaps even both had long since separated from his body. Even so, the most powerful sensations of the flesh remained. Angelica's lips continued to make contact with his own, which responded in kind. Her hips continued moving against his manhood, which seemed to have its own consciousness with all its reactive flexing. At some point, the combination of movements between them would result in Charlemagne's member planting itself in the crevice of her derriere.

Ah, it seemed that was precisely what happened in one particular moment. Such was a moment that Charles would temporarily synchronize mind, body and soul once more. Some sort of utterance escaped him then. It was not, nor was it ever intended to be, words. What passed from his lips directly between Angelica's was more of an exhale trying to become a proper gasp, yet sharing too much of its owner's shock to make the transition. Though it was nothing coherent or purposeful, it remained a proper translation of Charlemagne's existence at that exact time.