03.2023 | WELCOME BACK! Hello friends old and new! I'm so excited to welcome you all back to SITW! I've made some changes to the plot and added the ability to play supernatural charcaters! So come and check it out! I can't wait to jump back into this little town with all of you!
A strange history surrounds the town, it is a place where mysterious and supernatural things have been known to happen. The reputation of the town reguarly draws in visitors and newcomers alike. While some residents avidly believe in the supernatural, others are far more skeptical. What do you believe?
Post by Ferris Felwinter on Dec 28, 2023 1:49:46 GMT
He was far from a well-behaved youth and he doubted she was. But she had cause to be from what she had told him before. Himself, on the other hand...although he had massively butted heads with his parents, he didn't feel like he had anything to really complain about. Certainly nothing to warrant him feeling the need to smoke so much of anything. But he had, and not all of it was peer pressure. the military had been good for him in that regard, though it wasn't until he met the woman he thought he wanted to spend his life with that he actually gave some of it up. "You shouldn't have to take my word for it. Try it sometime. Best time I have ever kind of remembered when high," he joked.
"I'll have you know I have a great sense of humor. It's the rest of you people who have shitty interpretations of humor." Ferris did think he was funny. But not the laugh out loud sort of funny. And really, he didn't want people to think he was funny. Except for tonight, apparently. He watched her select a movie, humming softly at her choice. Not that he was surprised she selected a musical. He too felt robbed of her body so close to his.
As for getting himself 'situated,' Ferris unzipped his pants but left them on, then got entirely distracted watching Darcy's ass sway across the room and over to her pack. He half twisted, arm on the back of the couch, to follow her, watching her bend over. Whatever the hell those panties were called, he liked them a lot. They gave away just enough, but had this sort of veiled floaty effect that made him want to reach out and grab her. "You have such a nice ass," he groaned, tearing his gaze away to reach up and tug his shirt up and over his head with some difficulty. He was stiff and the removal of his shirt revealed large areas of bruising beneath the feathers of his wing tattoos on his upper back, making it rather clear where he had landed the hardest. There were a few other less aggressive offenders on his lower back around his hips and a few on his shoulder. Most of the marks from the 'fight' about a week ago had finally faded. "Not sure it's gonna help much," he grumbled, stretching out and trying to get comfortable on his stomach but where he could still see the TV.
The laughter that was brought on by his insistence she ‘try it sometime’ made her chest warm. “Alright, alright; I’ll add it to my ‘fuck-it’s list.” she said with a grin, shaking her head.
“I’m merely teasing. I do enjoy your sense of humor.” She told him with a wink as she moved. Maybe she enjoyed being a bit of a tease, she liked the attention, especially from him. It made her feel such a rush, and kept a nice rosy glow to her cheeks.
“Well thanks, I’m glad you like it… it’s natural.” She said with a grin, giving it a playful pat as she closed up her pack and stood back straight. She could tell he’d removed his shirt before turning around, his familiar scent becoming stronger and making her bite her lip as she turned back around. Darcy walked around the couch and lightly frowned at the sight of the bruises, her eyes concerned.
She gingerly reached out to let her fingers touch along some of the lighter bruising as she shook her head. “It might not, but if it helps you relax or rest a little more easily; I’m happy to help.” Darcy said, soft smile taking to her lips as she knelt beside the couch and added a squirt of muscle rub to her hands, she rubbed her hands together in an attempt to warm the lotion-like substance before she tentatively started working it into his lower back, starting where there bruising wasn’t as dark. “If it hurts, just let me know and I’ll avoid being too focused on those areas.”
Post by Ferris Felwinter on Dec 28, 2023 4:15:08 GMT
He narrowed his gaze at her. “Don't you? Do you really? The wink makes me think you're being sarcastic.” He wasn't always a terrible judge of sarcasm. Just sometimes. When someone was being subtle with how much snark they applied to their tone.
Ferris more than understood that it was okay to stare. Darcy made it painfully clear just how much she enjoyed him looking at her. The firefighter tried very hard not to make it so obvious that he liked what he saw. But he wasn't such a good liar when it came to his other head. Especially not right now. He rolled his eyes at her, communicating a clear ‘no shit’ at her suggestion it was natural.
“It's not that bad, right?” He asked of her silence on the matter of his back. He could feel her concern just as well as she could hear his pounding heart. “I’m kidding, I've seen it. Probably looks worse now.” Tomorrow, it would only continue to look worse. Half the reason Ferris was awake still was because he knew whenever he did wake up, he would be in a lot of pain. He wanted to put that off.
He shifted his arms and dragged over a pillow to get a bit more comfortable. He forced his breathing to be slower, flexing his legs and hips slightly to help himself relax as her fingers brushed against him. “If it hurts, that's what the drugs are for,” he noted with a groan. Darcy’s hands felt good lower down but he knew that was the safe play. He trusted her. “We have one of those…massage guns at the station…so nice but does that hold a candle to this.”
“I could tell you, but I think I like you wondering.” Okay, so maybe now she was being a bit cruel, but it was funny to see him like this. Even though she honestly did appreciate his sense of humor, him not being sure was half the fun.
“I mean… it’s rough. I’m not gonna lie and tell you it’s the sexiest I’ve seen your back look. But ya know, bruises fade and you’ll look a little less like a fallen angel eventually.” She teased, not sure if he’d catch the gist of her joke or not as she looked at the bruising around his shoulder.
Why did it take her massaging his back to notice how dainty her hands were compared to him. In fact, most of Darcy seemed small and fragile in comparison to the firefighter lying on her couch. And yet between the two; it was she who could go toe-to-toe with a bear and escape with some light scarring. How deceptive looks could be. Though, she did like the idea that she was softer in comparison, even if it was just that; an idea.
Darcy took her time applying different amounts of pressure as she worked the muscle rub into his skin, spending a little extra time on any tough knots. “I’ve always felt that the massage guns lack that personal touch…” Her hands moving midway up his back and pausing to add a bit more of the muscle rub to them. Hearing it between her hands once against before they returned to his warm skin.
His scent was so intoxicating, but Darcy kept her mind on the task at hand; massaging his back to help him relax. Her knees getting a touch uncomfortable on the wooden floor. She should have grabbed a pillow first.
Post by Ferris Felwinter on Dec 28, 2023 18:25:04 GMT
“...which deceiveth the whole world; he was cast out into the earth, and his angels were cast out with him,” Ferris mumbled at her note about a fallen angel. “Might as well look like what I am, eh?” He sighed heavily and then realized she was probably joking. “Oh, you were being funny,” he cleared his throat. “I still look sexy though, yeah?” He adopted a more playful tone instead.
He enjoyed the work of her hands, awkwardly quiet and watching the movie and slowly feeling more and more relaxed and comfortable. Ferris didn't have too many knots, especially lower down. There were a few on his shoulders. As he was always just a little tense. But otherall, he did his best to workout and cool down appropriately. He'd pulled muscles while working in the past and that always felt like a dumb, avoidable reason to be laid up. Falling was a different matter.
“Be easier if you sat on the couch.” Which, by the transitive factor, meant Darcy would have to sit on top of him. “Easier on you, I mean. No critiques on your handiwork, what I can feel feels great.” He shifted an arm to smother another short yawn.
Eyebrows raised as he quoted what she assumed to be some form of versus to accompany the mention of falling angels and she rolled her eyes with a playfully smile. “Yeah…” She trailed off as massaged along his back for a moment. “But I think you know I find you incredibly sexy.” A soft chuckle as she shook her curls.
Barely noticing the background noise of the movie as she let her hands work their way steadily up his back, just enjoying the view of his tattoos and the feel of host back beneath the pressure of her hands. Thumbs pressing down against any tense spots.
His words brought her back to the present and she laughed a little, the aching of her knees on the rug wasn’t lost of her. Plus, she’d get a better vantage point for working on his back. “You got me there, I’m gonna get re-situated then.” Darcy took her hands off his back and pushed herself up with some aid from the edge of the couch and the coffee table.
She gently stepped up onto the couch, foot slipping between his hip and the back cushion. With careful ease, she lowered herself to her knees, straddling Ferris’s hips. Once she was sure she wouldn’t potentially slip, she relaxed a little and grabbed the muscle rub to start working on the darker bruised sections of his upper back and shoulders. Her bare thighs very aware of every point of contact with him, a slight shiver racing up her spine and suddenly she was glad to have on the oversized flannel, as her hard nipples were much easier to hide in the excess fabric. Not that he could see her all that well anyway from how he was positioned. Darcy let her hands once against started their work on his back, starting out softly and working to add pressure as she felt needed.
Post by Ferris Felwinter on Dec 28, 2023 22:03:05 GMT
Ferris hadn't meant to make it weird, but he also hadn't meant to quote Revelations. Having been raised in a strict Christian family, while he had long since burned and buried that part of his life, he still found himself unable to shake free of all of it. Namely some of the more choice verses of the Bible. Some because he actually liked them, but most because they offered scathing commentary on his life and he was ever one for self-deprecation.
"Oh, I know," he rumbled. Normally, he might be a bit too self-conscious to say that and really mean it. But he did mean it. He knew he was attractive and more importantly, knew he was attractive to Darcy. Normally, he wouldn't have been so worried about her seeing the full spread of his tattoos either, but he didn't often find a reason to be shirtless around people. Ferris was comfortable in his own skin, but he still preferred to wear a t-shirt even just to workout(though there might be ulterior motives for that). It was only when he was in a private setting that he was comfortable enough to remove most of his clothes. Which meant Darcy got to see a lot more of him than most even now.
He smiled, glancing over his shoulder as she climbed onto the couch over him. He wasn't able to see very much besides her arm, the flannel, and her gorgeous mane of curls. but he could feel more of her. Her weight on his hips and ass, her hands pressing back against his skin, her knees against the hem of his bare hips where his boxer briefs peeked out from his pants. She pressed him into the couch in a way that felt so...secure. Her hands on him again, still felt good, but here, he could feel the discomfort beneath. It still didn't hurt, but the gentler pressure she applied, the more he could really feel it. After a certain point, he grit his teeth and tried to hold out a bit longer, enjoying the massage for what it was, but also for the close contact.
“Your tattoos tell such a captivating story,” Darcy mused, her fingers continuing their dance across his back. “Each inked line, every swirl and curve, it’s like a visual chronicle of your adventures. I find it fascinating, like reading a book written on your skin.”
Darcy’s eyes sparkled with genuine curiosity as she continued, when her fingers found a particularly tense spot, she adjusted her touch, seeking to ease the tension while maintaining the intimate connection. With a soft, affectionate smile, she added, “So, tell me more about these inked chapters of yours. What’s the tale behind this one?” Her fingers traced along the edges of his raven wings, prompting the question with genuine curiosity.
At least talking about something like his tattoos would help distract her from the excitement that came from straddling him. Even if it was merely to give him a massage, she couldn’t shake the memories of other times she’d move to straddle him.
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Post by Ferris Felwinter on Dec 29, 2023 0:45:14 GMT
Ferris was attached to all of his tattoos. And he really wanted to get more, but they were something he reserved for...calling it 'formative moments' would sound like he was purposefully waiting to hit one of those major achievements in the boardgame Life or as if he was some character in a video game earning different powers as he progressed the main story quests. But it was something like that. Which was why he was hesitant to let his niece just pick something, but...he supposed whatever she picked, it would always make him think about her, which would be the point. The raven wings that spread across his upper back and over his shoulders and upper arms were the one tattoo he had always wanted. They were his gateway into body art. While he would never have the words to say it as poetically as Darcy phrased it now, her description resonated with him. He chuckled softly.
And then promptly groaned as she found a knot and went to work. "Easy," Ferris grumbled, taking a breath. "'And the angels which kept not their first estate, but left their own habitation, he hath reserved in everlasting chains under darkness unto the judgment of the great day.'" He quoted again and then snorted. "Never gonna forgive you, getting me to quote scripture twice in one night. That was my first tattoo. Left side and then the right. Parents were fuckin' furious. Thought my father would actually strangle me when he found out," he said, laughing. "Mother didn't speak to me for a month. I just...you know Forrest Gump? That part in the movie were Jenny prays to God to make her a bird?" He'd leave it at that. It was one of those emotions that didn't translate well into words without losing something. Her 'fallen angel' analogy was apt, only he didn't like thinking about all the connections that had come about only after he got the tattoo.
"Honestly...none of my tattoos are happy. Probably should fix that," he said, a bit more lighthearted and awkward.
She enjoyed the sound of his voice as he spoke, the way he quoted these verses from memory was definitely impressive. She had never been so committed to something specifically religious, but with her background it wasn’t surprising. She was very much a “you attract the vibe you put out”. Mostly she just aimed to not be a dick and expected other people to adhere to their own moral code as best as they could.
She laughed softly, rolling her eyes but still paying attention as he shared the story with her. Darcy’s hands gingerly worked on a deeper set bruise and she couldn’t help but wince a little herself. The sentiment behind it was intriguing and Darcy felt it offered beautiful imagery. She liked this his tattoos all seemed to carry deep meaning for him, it was a refreshing change to the ‘because I wanted it’ mindset.
“You can’t force the good stories to happen, they just… do, in their own time.” Darcy’s voice was softer and had an almost saddened note to it as she moved her hands to work on the back on his neck and base where his shoulders met with his neck. Her pelvic sinker deeper and making her press against the back of his hips a little more.
Post by Ferris Felwinter on Dec 29, 2023 2:35:26 GMT
He had been committed only as long as his parents could force him to be, and even then never very well. He had tried to though. In earnest. Because otherwise he was a terrible son, would never be a good husband, was a bad brother, would always been a terrible person, doomed to be cast out and chained for eternity in the dark. Or worse, killed because who he was wasn't something God allowed to exist. He'd always known deep down it was wrong. But as much as he had turned his back, it wasn't until Garret killed himself that Ferris realized a great many things. About himself. About the Church. About his family.
He hummed softly in agreement with Darcy's words. "Not to me they don't," he mumbled, staring through the tv screen but not really seeing the movie anymore. Staring at blue light wasn't going to help him sleep. Neither was Darcy's pelvis pressing against him. He ached to sit up and pin her down on the couch, but he knew himself well enough to know he wouldn't be able to get what he wanted from the moment. Emotionally or physically. Still, it was a nice thought.
“You know what? I’m not even going to bother trying to tell you what you should think on that, you can think and feel whatever you’d like.” She sighed, easing the pressure from her hands to trace one hand along his raven wing tattoos and one to run through his hair. “I think I’m capable of handling the positive thinking for the both of us.” Her tone was playful, but there was a hint of sadness in those dark brown eyes.
“If I have to be an optimistic kick in your ass, I’ll fucking do it.” She joked, gently running her fingers along his sides for a moment before she went back to working on the bruised areas of his upper back. “I’m sure I could wrangle Ethan and Cisco in on it too, since they typically spend more time around you.”
Sure, they had spent quite a good amount of time together lately, but she generally just liked to chalk that up to her enjoying his company and being too annoying for him to say ‘no’ to. “How are you feeling now?”
Post by Ferris Felwinter on Dec 29, 2023 3:58:42 GMT
Ferris blinked at the immediate response, not sure what to think. He got the feeling he had said something wrong, that he had offended her in some way. Sure, not everything in his life was horrible, but all the good things seemed to get taken away from him. Garret, his attempt at a normal life, himself, spending normal time with his family... He knew that was all his fault, of course. If he had been able to just...ignore his own feelings and be who his father wanted, he'd probably be happy. Or at least not so depressed.
The hand in his hair was fuel on the fire for wanting to do more in the moment than just lay there...but he felt stuck. Like he had suddenly hit a wall after talking about the past, even vaguely. "I'd call myself a realist over a pessimist, but...uh...okay?" He had no idea how to respond. Positive thinking wasn't his MO, obviously. But he had a feeling she wasn't joking about kicking his ass. Ferris groaned as she mentioned Cisco and Ethan. It was a bit too late to not have Ethan involved, but he'd rather keep the other guy out of it.
"Like I need to quit my job and move somewhere else," he mumbled, somewhere between embarrassed and annoyed and ashamed and not sure how to handle it. Ferris sighed. "I'm kidding." He was, but that didn't change how much he struggled to distance himself emotionally. Darcy was trying to be supportive, in a weirdly aggressive way, he knew that. He still wanted to hang out. He'd contacted her twice now when he was feeling vulnerable, clearly he wanted to be around her. Maybe she was annoyed about that? Was he the clingy one? Fuck. "The massage helped a lot, thanks," he added, hoping it was stave off some of the stiffness later. The firefighter turned slowly, rolling onto his back and reaching up to help Darcy keep her balance, or move off if that was what she wanted. "I think I can sleep now?" he suggested, not sure how to ask if she wanted to lay with him for a bit or not. It had been nice last time in his place. Sometimes just being close to someone he cared about helped.
Darcy had stopped massaging his back and instead was mostly just gently running her hands over his skin, enjoying the warmth that was his. She wouldn’t say she was upset or disappointed, just saddened that he seemed to think he didn’t get to have good stories. Sure, she had suffered through her fair share of shit stories and fucked up situations, but she couldn’t relate to the depression and handling the suicide of a best friend, not to mention his time in the military.
By no means was she trying to infer that he didn’t have reasons to feel that way, she just wanted better for him. Stupid imprint bond. Complicated what was supposed to be something fun and casual. At least complicated it on her end. If she had her way, he would never know just what she was dealing with inside. That would be far too mortifying.
“Hey, to each his own.” She shrugged causally, then chuckled as he joked about quitting his job and moving. “You better be.” She paused as he shifted on the couch beneath her, cheeks heating up at the way she could feel her body aching for more. “Anytime, I’m by no means an expert, but glad it helped.” Darcy admitted softly with a smile, debating on moving, but not quite ready to be away from him.
“Okay, I can go if you want…” Her tone seemed hesitant as she debated whether or not to say anything more, of getting up and just tossing him a blanket and going to her room. It would be so much easier on them both if she did that, right? Or, maybe easier on him, at least. His hands were still on her from helping hold her steady as he turned to face her and she couldn’t help but feel the selfish desire to stay close and enjoy the proximity to him.
“But I’d like to stay, if it’s not going to put too much pressure on your back.” She admitted, her cheeks turned from rosy to a full blown scarlet. As she found herself awkwardly avoiding his eyes. Those stunning blue eyes that made her senses melt away.
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Post by Ferris Felwinter on Dec 29, 2023 5:32:43 GMT
He smiled up at her, still feeling confused and conflicted. He shouldn't have answered he question like that. A quick ‘because they look badass,’ would have fulfilled the requirements of an answer, less true or nor. But instead he had to be honest and bring down his mood again. Fucking drugs.
Laying on his back and looking up at her, he felt better than he had before, between her massage and her smile and how he could see he exposed thighs and up her shirt once again. He couldn't help the circles his thumbs rubbed on her thighs. His grip tightened slightly as she suggested she go. “No, I-” and then Darcy was saying the same thing he was. “I'd like you to stay,” he agreed at the same time. He loved seeing her blush. Which made him wonder. She seemed desperate to be close to him. At least it proved he wasn't the only clingy one. Ferris smiled, blue-grey eyes drifting her figure. “I'll be alright.” He had no idea if he would. But while he still couldn't feel it seemed the best idea. He'd try to sleep on his stomach at least. Ferris squeezed her thighs and then nudged her gently with his legs as he gave the order. “Get a blanket and then get your ass back here.”