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{wow wow wow. so,,, ii was p much voicing claire as i replied to voredemonfrosh and ii ???????? kkinda recorded it i am so sorry}

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[Claire's smile grew a bit more wry; no matter what she said, he wouldn't snap out of the delusion that she was going so somehow despise or be disgusted by him. How long would it take for him to realize that she was eternally his, whether or not he was considered a monster? Just because others thought of him that way didn't mean that Claire would; she was much more forgiving than she ought to be, at times, and no matter what Hershel did, no matter what alternate reality, she would be there for him.]

...Hershel. I know you. You aren't a monster of any sort, no matter what "stupid" decisions you may have made; whatever Stansbury thinks, I must disagree with. What reason would they have to exile a true gentleman like you? Even if you weren't kind then, you certainly are now. Even if I wasn't here to witness whatever you did that was so "horrible", I know that you are not a monster.

[She was willing to go further, into more detail, though, either way, she was almost positive that the brunet would find some way to disagree. Perhaps now wasn't exactly an ideal time, but...Claire was going to say it, once more, even after having been snapped out of her spell.]

I love you, Hershel.

And she still was telling him he was good. She didn’t seem to get angry, no matter what he told her. Although, he still was too scared to tell her the reason he’d been exiled in the first place, so the possibility she’d at least become disgusted with him still existed.

"…’Not different’… S’only because you don’t know." He mumbled. "You weren’t there." He was very different, and he’d long come to terms with that. Claire was an expert about multiple dimensions? That seemed a bit impossible - or perhaps ironic - but who was he to talk about impossible?

"Everything Stansbury said was true, though…" Monster, murderer, not human, among other names. Well, that last one hadn’t been true then, but it most certainly was now.  “B-but even if… even if what you say is true, it doesn’t change that I’m stuck like this forever. I made too many s-stupid decisions and now I’m being punished for it. And y-you wouldn’t say I’m kind if you’d met me back then.” He let out a quiet, bitter laugh. “I was anything but kind.

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[Claire felt her body grow tense; had she really mistaken someone else for her Hershel? And...gone so far as to...be intimate with someone she most likely didn't even know? Yet...when she looked into his eyes, she still saw those of her Hershel, buried deep within; when he spoke, they sounded exactly the same, and even their attitudes were rather similar. Was she still delusional, or...or were they really more different than her eyes would allow her to see?]

But...how is that...? [Possible, she wanted to finish with, yet Claire was well-aware of the possibilities; of alternates, of various coordinates of the space-time continuum. It was all too possible that she'd merely bumped into some other version of her Hershel, and had that been the case, then the only difference between him and her Hershel would be their past. He...had mentioned not being normal for months, and having not met Claire, nor even finishing high school...and...becoming an exile? But what could he have possibly done to cause this mutation, his alienation in the first place?]

...No. You're mistaken, Hershel; even if you aren't the same one I know in London, you're still him; a counterpart. I've...well, I'm a bit of an expert in this sort of thing, so you'll just have to trust me when I tell you that you both aren't as different as you may think. [Claire wasn't exactly certain as to whether what she was about to explain was going to be comprehensible to him, but she would try her best to make it less complicated than it really was.]

You're...an alternate version of my Hershel. That's what I'm lead to believe, from what you've described; you're Hershel, under different circumstances, in another universe. I'm not quite sure how I managed to transverse through the dimensional barrier myself, but...here I am.

And I'm certain that you aren't whatever the people of Stansbury make you out to be. You're still my kind, sweet Hershel, deep down inside. I can tell.

At the very least, Claire seemed to not care about his appearance, and he let himself relax somewhat, forcing himself to calm down, to not be in so much of a veiled panic. He wasn’t in danger, and neither was she. Besides, he’d gone through worse.

What was one more person that didn’t like him? He’d dealt with it perfectly fine before.

"But… it’s true, though…I haven’t been normal, for… for months." A little over a year - ever since Stansbury chased him out. "We-" He was cut off as Claire kissed him, and Hershel let himself untense as he returned the kiss. He really did like her. It was just that he doubted she’d return the feelings once she knew everything.

"Claire… He tried to start again. still unable to keep himself from trembling slightly every now and again. "I… I h-haven’t met you, before today. I n-never, even got to finish High-school, they…” He couldn’t string her along, didn’t want to make her think that he was her Layton only to have her find out his deception later, yell hatred at him even worse once she found out he’d been deceiving her. Better to tell the truth now than trick her.

"Th-that’s just it - I’m n-not, I’m… I’m not normal, I’m not y-your Hershel, I’m just a…" He paused, trying to think of the right words. "a-an exile, that nobody…" Likes? Trusts? Cares about? Randall certainly didn’t trust him all the way, not after what he’d done.

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[Claire didn't exactly comprehend the nature of what had happened to her Hershel; yes, that was for certain. Nor did she quite realize what other secrets that Hershel might have been hiding, all that mattered to her was the mere fact that he was right here, even if he appeared so different. He was saying that he would never be normal, but...he'd been normal once. She knew that much, especially since she'd only seen him  just yesterday, ordinary as ever--even if he'd undergone a mutation, there was some way to fix it.]

Hershel...don't say such things. There's always a way, no matter what's happened...you're still my Hershel. [Claire removed herself from her clinging position and again rested her palm on his cheek; no matter how much he would possibly protest, and even if he had shifted physically, this was the man she knew and loved.]

[And...if worse came to worst, Claire would be willing to try anything, even if it came to researching how to fix this. She was currently only an expert in time-related contraptions, but she could switch her studies, especially for Hershel. She loved him, so of course she'd do anything to protect him; gradually, the redhead raised herself so that her lips could meet his once more. Hopefully, that would be enough to convince him that her feelings were genuine.]

Hershel flinched slightly when she brought up fixing him, and when she moved to touch his head. There was nothing that could be fixed, not really. Not beyond his habit of swallowing people, and that wasn’t what Claire was talking about, at all. She didn’t even know about that.

She was referring to his physical appearance. She had to be.

"I-I…!" He had no idea what to say. Did she know? Was she somehow still under the spell’s influence? Claire wasn’t reacting at all how she should’ve been, not by what he’d come to expect from people. "It’s, n-not that easy, I…" It wasn’t as simple as just willing him back to normal, it never would be. Demon contracts didn’t work that way.

"I c-can’t be just… ‘fixed’, it…" He paused, trembling and still terrified somehow that she was going to start spouting anger and hate at any second. "It’s not possible… It’s not, I… I-I’ve tried." He was stuck as an ageless, presumable half-demon until Gluttony got bored of him. "I’m - I’m not… N-never going to be, n-normal…"

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[He was...sorry? There was no reason to be so apologetic--Claire was merely concerned for his well-being. Hershel had been absolutely normal just a moment ago, and it seemed inconceivable to think that this was still him, though...even if his appearance had shifted, he was still her Hershel, wasn't he? Claire couldn't help it--she wrapped her arms around the man underneath her, clinging to him; Hershel...he sounded so disconcerted, so unbelievably distressed that she felt pity.]

[Claire didn't judge on appearance--this man was her Hershel, she simply knew it, and a woman's intuition (most of the time) was never incorrect. Merely from the way he'd behaved throughout their interaction together, she could tell, even if he didn't appear the same. A hand raised to cradle the head of her Hershel, and her voice was much like a whisper as she spoke.]

Oh, Hershel, you have no reason to apologize...! P-Please, just...tell me what happened! We can fix this, right? [In Claire's own mind, her term of "fix" meant getting him back to normal, his old self; she wasn't aware of how much it may hurt the brunet. To her, after all, she was convinced that Hershel was under some sort of spell, like she had been; so...he was still her Hershel! He was just under some magical effects...] It's all going to be okay! I promise...!

[That was a promise Claire intended to keep in any way she could. Hershel was still Hershel, no matter how mutated he may become; he would always be the same old brunet, right? No matter what spells he was under...and he was going to be okay. Claire had promised that he would be, and so he would! A student council president never broke her promises.]

She had been in the middle of speaking when she paused, and Hershel feared that he knew why. His teeth breaking her skin - she had been under some form of trance, and the pain had shocked her out of it. So now he was reeiving - or about to recieve - her real reaction to him.

He wondered when the fear would set in.

She looked confused. Or surprised. There wasn’t fear yet but she didn’t know, wasn’t aware of his worst secret; the one he knew he couldn’t tell her because it pushed everybody away and only got him cells and locks in return.

Stansbury had done it. Randall had done it. Claire would likely do it too.

"Claire." He responded, unable to keep his own fear from his voice. "I… I -!" He couldn’t form any words, too terrified that this was about to end horribly despite her gaze becoming one of concern because fear was always the end result when people met him now. "I’m… Please, I’m… I’m sorry." He managed to get out. What was he sorry for though? For everything that had just happened?

Yes, probably. She had thought him some other Hershel and now she knew he wasn’t and if there wasn’t any fear, there would be anger.

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Claire set both hands on the brunet's cheeks, still pondering over what had caused this sudden transformation, her expression puzzled and concerned. She had no clue towards this bizarre turn of events, but when he began to apologize, the redhead stared at the grim expression on his face--this was why people left?

...She remained convinced of the brunet's personality--deep down inside had to be her Hershel, right? Why was she so abruptly thrusted into another tale of beauty and the beast?

Yes, she'd believed that he was her Hershel...but she'd encountered various alternate versions of him, so she had no doubt in her mind that he had to at least share SOME traits that hers had. They were the same person, after all, right?

But she remained so concerned over what had caused this--something she or someone else did? What happened to his eyes, nails, and teeth...? Could it be something like she'd been through, with a magic anon.....?

Now clinging to the brunet, Claire bit her lip, worried sick about his condition.

"Th-there's no need to apologize...! Hershel, what...what happened?"

She had been in the middle of speaking when she paused, and Hershel feared that he knew why. His teeth breaking her skin - she had been under some form of trance, and the pain had shocked her out of it. So now he was reeiving - or about to recieve - her real reaction to him.

He wondered when the fear would set in.

She looked confused. Or surprised. There wasn’t fear yet but she didn’t know, wasn’t aware of his worst secret; the one he knew he couldn’t tell her because it pushed everybody away and only got him cells and locks in return.

Stansbury had done it. Randall had done it. Claire would likely do it too.

“Claire.” He responded, unable to keep his own fear from his voice. “I… I -!” He couldn’t form any words, too terrified that this was about to end horribly despite her gaze becoming one of concern because fear was always the end result when people met him now. “I’m… Please, I’m… I’m sorry.” He managed to get out. What was he sorry for though? For everything that had just happened?

Yes, probably. She had thought him some other Hershel and now she knew he wasn’t and if there wasn’t any fear, there would be anger.

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Claire smiled softly in response to his words--she was glad that today happened, too. She was glad that the magic anon had affected her, gave her more courage, made her ready...and she was glad that she finally got to display her feelings to Hershel. It all made her ecstatic that she'd finally conveyed what she'd held within her for so long...

She moaned a bit as she felt the brunet place his lips between her neck and shoulders, then winced as she felt something sharp pierce her skin. As Hershel tore away quickly, she glanced worriedly at him, rubbing the spot that now ached with pain.

"Hershel...that was a bit too--" she paused immediately as she noticed how the brunet's appearance suddenly shifted. His eyes, now practically glowing red, caused her own to widen with shock. The teeth he now bore revealed sharp fangs, his hands with razor-sharp claws--and the height difference between them now was incredible.

There was no doubt within her, as much as she couldn't believe it, that this was Hershel--perhaps not her own, but...it was him, though he looked so different...

No, that would explain his bizarre reactions from earlier, claiming that he didn't know, didn't recognize her--though, she didn't tear away from him. That look in his eyes...he...perhaps he was more alone than Claire had originally assumed. Her expression of surprise turned to one of concern, and she scooted up closer so as to get a better look, blinking a few times before realizing that this was the real him.

"...Hershel...?" her hand grazed his cheek, eyes staring into his. This...this was him, wasn't it? What had happened...?

Her kiss made his hold on her tighten - and he hoped somewhere in the back of his mind that he didn’t hurt her. He still didn’t know how much damage his claws could do, didn’t want to gouge her open because if anything pushed her away, that certainly would.

Promise or no.

Again she told him she’d stay. How many times had she said it now? Four? Five? And he as still so worried about it being a lie.

“I’m glad we…” Met? No; she already knew him, in her eyes they’d already met. “I’m… I’m happy that today happened.” There would be no hunting tonight, not with Claire near. Nor any night that Claire was near, he imagined. Too risky, didn’t want to lose her yet.

And then for a moment he forgot that he wasn’t entirely normal, reaching and nipping the spot between her neck and shoulder, forgetting for a brief instant that his teeth where quite possibly just as sharp as his claws. His eyes widened, and he quickly pulled himself away from her neck - he hadn’t… hurt her? His teeth, they weren’t normal either how could he forget that?

His heart resumed racing - though in fear this time instead of pleasure.

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Claire smiled as he assured that he trusted and loved her, and she snuggled a bit more to him, her arms wrapped around his neck. As he reenacted her movements, his hand now caressing her cheek, her heart began to pound a bit more.

This moment...being with Hershel, lying together and affectionately reassuring each other of their presence, it all calmed the redhead, and she never wanted it to end. She was uncertain as to how to continue without constantly promising something that she would keep, no matter what it took. Perhaps dialogue wasn't needed...all she needed right now was Hershel here, by her side.

She gingerly positioned her lips over his, another steamy, passionate kiss heating up the moment in hopeful assurance that she most certainly did not intend to leave him now or anytime soon.

"I love you, too, Hershel..." she breathed softly in between kisses, "Like I told you...I'm going to stay with you..."

And that was a promise that she was determined to keep--she wouldn't let it slip through her fingers.

Perhaps what Claire had said earlier still held some truth to it - stop thinking so much. He had to just stop thinking so hard about the might-be’s and could-happens, and just live in the now. 

As distracting as the possibilities of what could be, were.

He relaxed into her touch, ignoring his own thoughts and just consentrating on Claire, on the feeling of her touching him, kissing him… On how many times she’d insisted she was going to stay.

That was a thought he rather liked.

Finally he opened his eyes again, staring into Claires eyes and mimicking her own movements, moving a hand so it rested on her cheek because he didn’t know what to do now, just wanted her to stay. Hopefully she wasn’t lying, and really would stay. Having Claire leave after all this would hurt.

“…I do trust you.” He responded. “”I love you… I want you to stay…” She would probably be the first human being that ever did.

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Claire continued to cling to him, gently caressing his cheek now as he murmured his words softly; she couldn't stand seeing the brunet in such a state, which merely caused her to want to stay even more. She empathized with him in so many ways, ways that she'd never revealed to him before, and she couldn't bear to see him so internally injured and distraught.

She drew her hand down, a finger rising to shush him as she pressed it against his lips. He wasn't alone any longer, and Claire wanted to assure him of that fact. After all, she was there, and she promised she always would be; that was a promise she intended to keep, no matter what consequences may come.

Replacing her hand in the position prior to shushing him from that, in her perspective, ridiculous claim--he wasn't alone now. He wouldn't be alone, never again, as long as she was there.

Her lips met his once again, another attempt for comfort and reassurance that she would be here for him. No, no matter what doubts the brunet may have, she wouldn't leave. She simply couldn't do that to him.

"Hershel, you're not alone. I won't allow you to continue feeling that way, because I will always be here for you...at least, now I will. Please...trust me when I say that, because it's true."

He relaxed under her kiss, this long one that reminded him she hadn’t left yet, was still there despite his appearence, which she might not have even been able to see. The thought that she was just seeing things hurt, because it would make her realization even more painful for him, but he pushed it away for now.

Promises could break. Promises were usually broken, those directed at him generally more so than others, but for some reason he refused to believe that Claire would break hers. Didn’t want to imagine that she was that sort of person.

He took more comfort in her continued presense, in her words that said she wouldn’t leave, that she promised she wouldn’t leave and didn’t want to regardless.

Hershel closed his eyes and pretended he didn’t look the way he did, breathing deeply and trying to push all his sudden, negative thoughts away.

“Thank you…” He muttered softly. “I just… I’m tired of being alone…”

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You'd leave because everybody does...

Claire winced towards hearing those words arise from his mouth over anyone else's--she'd been told the story of Randall, and she'd heard about how he was treated afterwards, but he still felt that way? Could it be something else that he was referring to...? She felt her grip on the brunet's body tighten--she didn't want to have him feeling that way; she'd gone through it herself, but she couldn't stand the overwhelming empathy she felt.

Magic anon or no, Claire was still Claire, though her vision was still distorted. She planted another kiss on Hershel's lips, though this time, it was one more out of an effort to comfort him than anything else. This one lasted a bit longer than all the rest.

"Hershel...you know what? I'll promise it...I promise that I won't leave you. I don't want to, and I don't intend to..." she whispered, continuing to hold him close, "I love you."

She loved him. Loved him. He liked hearing that, would never tire of it. That somebody - anybody - liked him that much, was something new to him. Not even Gluttony liked him that much. Probably considered him a friend at least, but…

He didn’t doubt that Glut was with him as more of a business type of situation, rather than honestly liking him.

Why would she leave, she asked. Kissed him. He sighed happily - though with an undertone of worry, hugging her close, reaching and giving her a kiss of his own. There were so many reasons she could leave, he thought. He ate people, he was eight feet tall, he had claws, pointed teeth, had killed people.

“You’d leave because everybody does…” He whispered, still holding her close. Randall. Older Randall. All of Stansbury. His parents, undoubtedly. Hatred, hatred, hatred. Cells and locks and torture. He wanted something - someone - to just… stay, for once. Even if he could keep only Claire, he’d be happy.

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However, when he begged her not to abandon his side, she couldn't stifle the giggle that arose to her lips--not at his expense, of course, but she couldn't help finding it funny that Hershel was so concerned that she would leave him...though, she herself had feared for the opposite. Clinging to the brunet now, she brought their lips together once more and grinned.

"Oh, Hershel, why would I ever leave you?" she responded, snuggling against the brunet now. His presence...someone beside her, to hold and for now, have, it was comforting, for whatever reason unbeknownst to her. "Like I told you, Hershel...I love you."

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She pulled herself up, the sticky white gushing back out of her as she lay back on Hershel, whom she refused to leave now. Tracing circles into his chest gingerly with her fingertips, she flashed him a gentle smile, and snuggled up close, hoping that he wouldn't want her to leave now that it was over...

"I don't know how else to say this, Hershel, but..." she breathed, now caressing his cheek, "That was wonderful...thank you." with those words, she planted another--but hopefully not last--tender kiss on his lips. "I love you, Hershel."

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Her moans now rose, higher and higher with each thrust into her, and she clung to the brunet as she, gradually, caused the process to start up even more rapidly. Their parts entangled, chests pounding, joining together in unison--this felt so wonderful, and it all enticed the redhead further, crying out the brunet's name as she continued the process.

She could feel the tension growing, the fact that Hershel was about ready to burst at this point, and she anticipated it, what the feeling would be like--and whether it would be as sensational as this.

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She fiddled with his lower area for a moment longer with kisses and the like, then finally got started on the part that she'd been anticipating for so long now. Since his member was lifted, it would be much more manageable, and Claire smirked as she prepared herself.

Positioning herself on his hips once more, hovering above the location she desired, she began gently--the intrusion, the barrier between them vanishing, she lowered herself, moans of both pain and pleasure escaping her lips as her breathing grew heavier--being a virgin, she hadn't experienced this kind of sensation before, and that only made the pain a bit less bearable.

Once she got the hang of it, moans of all kinds arising from her throat, she gradually began to move a bit faster.

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From her slight knowledge of the matter in high school classes such as health and sex ed (which eventually repeated every year), she'd been taught that the man usually demonstrated dominance, and it would be a bit of a change for her to attempt, at least, to do this. He'd wanted her to lead, after all, right?

She finished up nibbling his neck gently, smirking and re-assuming her position on the brunet's hips; her hands placed firmly on his torso, she decided to tease Hershel a bit before getting down to business. The kisses that she'd once planted on his neck grew lower in much more intimate places. He was certain to get a thrill out of that...

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Yes, if the redhead were behaving normally, she'd rather wait, but currently? She was caught under a magic anon's spell, not to mention caught up in the heat of the moment and enjoying every second they'd spent together so far.

Lying on Hershel's stomach, she rubbed soft circles into his skin and smiled again--she was ready for whatever may come, for now at least, and wouldn't hesitate to continue should he agree. However, it simply wasn't in her nature--magic anon or not--to merely press onward and force him into it.

"Well, Hershel, let me put it this way...I'm ready, if you are." completing her statement, she once again planted a ginger kiss on his lips, awaiting his response.

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((Same here, I really want them to go further, but at the same time I don't know what I'm getting myself into because I've never really written this kind of stuff before, and I'm honestly extremely flustered typing out what I am now...

I mean, of course, he could say no, but that might kind of ruin things, if you know what I mean?

And about the whole "will Claire seriously go with him?" stuff, if they meet again after whatever is done is done, something tells me that Claire will not only be extremely flustered and apologetic, but she might see through the shell of his appearance to his core that's really her Hershel. I'm just saying, it wouldn't really be like my Claire to merely abandon him because of his appearance.))

((Claire-mun I have no idea whether or not to have Frosh say yes.

I myself want him to say yes in attempts to keep the RP going but that means writing… things I’ve never written before.

And the both of us seem to be extremely flustered just writing what we are now.

I fear to know what the reaction would be to diving a level deeper.))