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Post by delusive on Jan 4, 2010 2:17:08 GMT -5
She was glad he didn't pull away, like stated before, she doubted she could take rejection right now, rejection when it came to anything. Her apartment was rather on the ugly side to be quite honest, but her actual place inside was neat and tidy to her relief, somewhat empty but clean. Kitchen was as clean as it could get. Hearing him she couldn't help but shake her head. Hotels around here... No. She began, as she walked in and was soon lounging sloppily on her fouton in the area one might call a living room. She glanced at him and gave him a serious look. Stay here. You can sleep here while I sleep on my bed. She had meant also his permanent home, but in a way she was glad he spoke of his place for now, for once more it gave her excuse to ask him to stay so she wouldn't be quite so alone. Too bad for him her kitchen seemed quite on the low side of stock. She had eggs, milk, butter, bread, all the basics, but she doubted what she had was enough to make much. Bitting her lip she got up, meeting his challenging look and then having a quick look around before speaking. Hmmm... Well, seems there isn't much to work with here, so if you want you can head over to the supermarket down stairs. Unless he wanted to work with what was here, there was some meat, perhaps he did have some pretty good culunary skills. There was also a need to note the word: you. She did like his company, but, well... Back in her desperate times she had indeed shop lifted from the super market and now was no longer allowed in there. She didn't blame them, she just wasn't sure how she could tell this to Zeth here. She waited for all of his answers, for any responses, not wanting him to say no to staying, not wanting him to let her down, because to be quite frank, Faerie had yet to be this happy. She wouldn't hate him or blame him if he said no though, she never could, he did something to her, made her feel quite... Different, quite odd.
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Post by Lonestar on Jan 4, 2010 3:12:44 GMT -5
Gaze wouldnt leave her face as she offered to let the male stay there on her couch for the night, hardly believeing what he was hearing. Faerie had only known him for a night and was here saving him the trouble off looking for some hotel to stay at while also saving him from having to leave. If she had done all this by just a few simple words, why was the male not jumping for joy and accepting the offer enthustiastically? Of coarse, he was too busy worrying about inconviencing the lass and intruding on her personal space. She was too kind, too polite to him. It was recongized that the best thing would be to turn down her proposal, but he couldnt bring himself to do it. He wanted to stay, wanted to be here and not have to leave. There was just something about Faerie that made the shifter feel the need to hang around and learn more about who she was. Weight transfered from one leg to the next, lips parting to release tunes only to have the man hesitate and finally bringing himself to speak. Are you sure? He should have told her that he could take care of himself and that she neednt worry about it that he would stay in a hotel, but instead he settled for those three words, dismissing all others simply because they did not feel right. The bloke stood there as he waited for an answer, only taking his eyes off of her and moving towards the kitchen as femine vocals of a reply drew to a close. Feet carried him towards the freezer/fridge and the man peeked inside, finding two steaks and reaching in to bring them out and set them on her counter. He then started to look around for signs of a frying pan, feeling awkward as he attempted to navigate her kitchen on his own. A few moments passed the the baron came to the conclusion that he needed to ask the lady for her help and her opinion. Are you up for some steak? Hand held up the ground beef for her to see, showing that he intended to cook it. Where are your pans? Better yet, would you please show me where spices and other such are at? And do you like green beans and carrots? I'll run to that market if you dont have any or if you like some other kind of vegetible. He had felt helpless at the beginning, but it seemed now that he got an idea in his head of what he wanted to cook the bloke was starting to feel a lot better about the meal. Bodice turned and he returned to the refrigerator, this time pulling open the bigger door and looking for what he needed. Baby carrots and onions were in the vegetible drawer and G`rzeth placed those as well as the butter tub on the counter beside the meat. Back straightened and he waited for the lass to show him the pans and pots she had, picking out three that he would use and setting them on the stove top before looking at her and heading towards the door. Ill run down to that store now. Can you get out sugar, brown preferably, ginger, paprika, and salt and pepper if you have all those here.
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Post by delusive on Jan 4, 2010 3:28:45 GMT -5
Yes, she was foolish. This was one of her problems... Trust. What if he was some thief, some murderer, she was inviting him to stay at her house. But she didn't know what it was that made her almost certain he wouldn't hurt her. She couldn't explain it, for just looking at him made her feel so trusting. I am positive. Why waste your money? And besides, it's not like I need two beds at night, now do I? She flashed him a smile, wanting him to know it really was no burden and she rally did want him to stay. If only he knew why she thought this way, if only someone could figure her out, because she herself was having trouble understanding herself. She had trusted Cole and look where it had landed her... But Cole was something else, a subject she no longer wished to touch on. She let gaze fall to the ground at the thought of him before watching him search for pans and such. She nodded and smiled, grabbing some pans from a cabinet above his head and then opening the little bread box, pointing to all the spices she had. Not much, but I think it will do. She spoke softly before eyeing the meat and nodding. She was up for anything he wished to cook as long as it wasn't fish or some forgein dish made out of who knew what. Steak is perfect. Don't worry about me, I'm not that picky. Odd how when he left she was pulling everything out, digging all about to find it all, laying it all out for him before she moved back to the fouton, wondering what was on. No need to disturb him while he was cooking right? Yet for some reason she had a feeling that when he returned she would snoop around and watch him cook. Why? Because Faerie was like always nosey and she liked making conversation with Zeth, no matter how small it was. What was she doing? What was she thinking? She was pulling herself into this mess... She was trusting Zeth, building some relationship with him that was starting to become too much too soon. She was not going to end up on the ground hurting again, no she couldn;t, yet why did it seem impossible to turn away now? She didn't want to turn away, she wanted to do just the opposite. How complicated... Perhaps if she just ignored him, if she just kept all conversation simple it would be easier... Suddenly her mood seemed to fall, seemed to go back to its new normal. Nothing lasted, and that included Zeth, didn't it? Soon he would leave... Soon Faerie be right back to reality, laying there on her butt. She waited for him to return, trying to concentrate on the tc show that was on the little cheap television set.
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Post by Lonestar on Jan 4, 2010 12:28:03 GMT -5
Smiling eyes followed her as the lass moved into the kitchen with him, reaching over his head which caused him to duck while she pulled out the pans he needed. A few steps were taken backwards, the male giving her some room as she reached out in front of him and opened the door to a box that held a few spices inside. G`rzeth gazed into the box, seeing what all she hand and nodding in reassurance before straightening his spine and turning towards the lady. Yes, they'll do fine. Grin flashed at her, the man about to move around her and head to the market, but he stopped short, reminding himself of what she had said before coming to his aid. And thank you Faerie. Hand lifted to rest lightly on her shoulder as he spoke, bleached pools staring relentlessly into her coffee colored depths. His appreciation seemed hollow and the bloke wished he could do something more than just say thank you, but knew naught what to do. So, after a long moment's pause, palm slid off the fea's shoulder as figure moved around her and out the door. Feet took to the steps quickly, mind racing over multiple things at once, but the girl was foremost of the thoughts. Why had she opened her home to him after having learned what he was? He would have found it perfectly normal for the essa to be scared of him after knowing what she did, but instead it was the complete opposite. The damsel with her doe eyes had managed to amaze him again. Once inside the market, Zeth zoned, finding everything he needed quickly and putting them into a basket before heading for the register and handing the lady a twenty to pay. After pausing at the door to make sure he had everything he needed in the bag, the drake headed back to the maiden's appartment, knocking on the door for her to let him in since he didnt have a key. With a grin, he stepped inside and moved off towards the kitchen again, watching her out of the corner of his eye while he worked First he put the carrots into the tiny pot and adding brown sugar and butter and turning the stove on. Then he moved on to the green beans, chopping up the ones he had bought at the store along with some onions before putting those and some butter into a frying pan next to the carrots. The bloke frowned as he came to the meat and then lifted his chin to stare directly at the vixen. Plates? He asked, moving the the cabinet she directed him to, grabbing two off the top of the stack and returning to the counter to sprinkle pepper, salt, a few spices and some sugar onto the steaks as a quick make rub. Hands placed them side by side in the largest pan and finally the male relaxed a bit, leaning against the counter next to the stove while stirring the carrots and green beans some. Cobalt hued surfaces moved to look at the lass again, not needing to look at the food for now. This seems like its a good place to live. Pretty easy access to everything if you need something, huh? He knew it sounded dumb, but he wanted to talk about something while dinner was cooking. Normally, he would have a radio or something turned on that he could listen to as he worked to keep him company and the quiet was a bit unnerving. Tonight, though, he didnt want the radio. Conversation was hard to come by when you live on your own and the shifter wanted to take advantage of this chance to talk with Faerie as much as he could.
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Post by delusive on Jan 4, 2010 20:58:35 GMT -5
His thank you made her freeze a moment... Thank you... Not many people said that to her much. She was always expected, never getting respect, but it was alright, it wasn't like she craved it all the time, however his made her feel as though everything was great. She smiled and it actually showed in her eyes for once too. His touch was minor, yet she still found it hard not to blush, her cheeks turning just a tad red as she bit her lip, looking to the ground. No, she was not going to act like this. She cleared her throat and nodded, letting eyes move over to gaze at his, once more tacken away by the blue hue they seemed to be. No need. It's my pleasure. She watched him leave and returned to her mopey stage. She was doing it again, she was being stupid and she knew she was too. What would happen when he left to return home or when he really didn't care about what she thought, what would happen when he dropped her on her ass, when she was right back where she started? She wanted to trust him, but everytime trust came into play it hurt worse, besides, the feeling never seemed mutual, perhaps this was one of those cases. Eyes closed as she waited, trying to get her mind off of it, trying to tell herself he was just a friend who was going to be off soon, that she would soon need to be weaning herself off of his companionship. Hearing his knock she got up, opening the door and watching him get to work. Eyes were sad again, because even though she loved his presence, her thoughts of the future made her weap inside. Still, she tried to look nuetral. His statement made her chuckle sarcastically. A nice little place... She shook her head and tried to paint a smile on her face. I hate it. I want to move to the country... I'm far from a city girl and the nights are never quiet. She said, eyes darting back over to him. The only reason it was orginized was because she had been doing her best to keep it up just this last week. He seemed to know what he was doing cooking and she didn't feel like she was going to gag when she ate his meal. That was all good. So... Is your home nice? I'm sure it's better than this lame place, huh? It was bad enough she was always behind on rent, sooner or later she would need to get that promotion to manager at the cafe she worked at, other wise goodbye heat and air conditioning. Eyes tried to avoid him, simply because she was already preparing herself for his leave that she knew would come. Faerie was never good with goodbyes, and she never would be.
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Post by Lonestar on Jan 4, 2010 21:48:39 GMT -5
Orbs kept glancing up from the food to look at the lady where she sat in the living room, a slightly frown coming upon features only when she could not see. The mood in the house had changed since he had gone to the market next door and returned. Had he done something wrong? Or maybe something had happened while he was absent. Whatever it was, Faerie seemed to be more distant now, hardly looking at him and her lids were closed expect for when he complimented her apparentment in an attempt to get conversation. Head tilted in an attempt at interest in what she was saying, but really mind was still wondering what had gone wrong. Women were so strange and unpredictable, even detached from society as much as he had been the man was smart enough to know this already. Spending years without coming in contact with a person of the opposite gender didnt help his case at all either. A small smile pulled at the edges of lips in reaction to the fea's explanation, gaze drifting back to the food while he flipped the meat to cook on the opposite side. Every seemed to be coming alonge nicely and so he returned his attention to the conversation. Quiet is certainly not a word I would use to describe this city at any point in time. Whether it be day or night.Chuckles were held back, grin fading a bit as vocals turned more serious. Why do you stay here if you dont like it? It cant be that much cheaper to live in the city than out of it. G`rzeth had never really had to worry about money and so it was strange for him to think of it as a factor that would keep someone from doing what they wanted to do. The drake didnt spend much at any point in time and also got income from doing oddball jobs for others that lived that lived away from the nearest town such as painting and repair. He had managed to stay away from the townspeople for the most part, except when he went shoppin for groceries and even then none of them recongized him as the dead couple's youngest child, his apperance had changed to much. Fond smile met her inquiry about his own home and muscles visibly relaxed a bit, the man obviously enjoying the subject. Its small. A bit bigger than what you have here, but it wasnt always that way. I made it smaller when I had to rebuild after the fire. I didnt need as much space as my parents had needed when they first bought the land. Its surrounded by wood on all sides, the driveway wends in curvy and a hard to follow path back down to the main road, which is only two lane. The house sits in three acres of clearing and if you walk directly out the back door for about a mile you'll come to another clearing with a yearround stream running through the west edge as it goes down the mountain. The baron had entered a sort of dazed state, seeing the place in his mind's eye and as lyrics closed off, his bearings returned and he realized the green beans and carrots were ready. Quickly, he grabbed both the plates and dished out a portion of each onto their surfaces from the pot and pan. Afterwards, he found a steak knife and twirled it between his fingers absentmindedly before cutting open the steak to see how close they were to done. Fork and knife lifted his out of the pan and onto the plate, the meat still a juicy red that he liked. Most people would find his preferance for the taste of barely medium rare meat disgusting, but for a half dragon, the the health risks that usually came along with not well cooked meat were dismissed. The other piece remained in the pan for about another 10 minutes, being flipped once again to cook more on the other side. Once that was done, Zeth pulled it out and onto the other plate, setting the knife and fork onto her plate and holding it out to the damsel with a smile before turning to twist the knobs to off and grabbing himself a set of silverware. Where do you eat?
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Post by delusive on Jan 4, 2010 22:14:54 GMT -5
That was something else, Faerie did have her moods swings and always would, it was life... Right now she was trying to settle her emotions, but they were far too busy fighting with one another. Insides were turning and when he spoke she thought of his question, why was she still here? Why was she keeping herself in this miserable place? I guess because as much as I hate it here, it keeps me at least sane, seeing people. If I were to move out on my own to the country... Well, I'd be worse than I am now. I need some type of company, even if it is just a wave in the morning, even if I hate almost everyone around me... She wondered if she amde any sense. Probably not, but for right now, it was the best she could do in explaining herself. Eyes closed as he went on about his home... She pictured it and it wasever so perfect, as though something she dreamt of, as though something one saw in movies where everyone lived happily ever ever after. She took a deep breath and saw he seemed to be picturing it too. She bit her lip and felt like pologizing for her mood, but she couldn;t... She couldn't admit her reason, couldn't even understand her own emotions. So... Are you leaving soon? She couldn't hide her saddened tones at the question, taking the plate of food from him and clearing her throat, still finding it hard to speak, feeling she might choke up as she just gestured towards the little table in the corner, able to at max probably scrunch three people. She set her plate down and patted the seat not too far from her for him. She was waiting for his answer, and she wasn't sure what answer she was rooting for: soon or not too soon. Yes, she wanted him to stay and if he was leaving soon she would feel like she never had the time to get to know him, but if he said not too soon she knew she would grow attatched and have a harder time with him leaving. Still, she was hoping there was a possibility he'd say never, ha, what a joke, of course she knew he was leaving, but couldn't she let her imagination run just a tad wild? She thought the food looked amazing and she found it in herself to give him an actually real smile, a soft thank you escaping her lips. She appreciated whatever company of his she got, she just hoped he didn't take her mood personally, hoped he saw that she really did like his presence, that he had yet to do something bad. Looks delicious.
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Post by Lonestar on Jan 5, 2010 22:46:28 GMT -5
Crown nodded, understanding her reasoning even if out loud it didnt seem to make much sense. To have company was something that everyone secretly craved, even if they did not act like it was a necessity. G`rzeth himself had been surprised to find that he enjoied being around others, though the time came eventually where he could no longer stand to be around his previous aquantances, but that did not seem to be happening here with Faerie. It was strange to him, but the lord did not want to leave and tried to avoid thinking about the inevitable time when he would have to split ways with the lass. Gaze stared blankly at the ground as sadness suddenly became a heavy weight upon his shoulders, dread piling in his pit. Although it made him sad, the bloke knew he could not stay. He as a human was not raised for city life and when one took into account the other part of the shifter, it was easy to understand why it would be hard for Zeth to live within such a small, urbanized place. Dragons lived in the time where there were no buildings and towns were scarice. Forcing one to stay cooped up another's body was pushing it, forcing it to stay within a city where there was no chance for freedom, is suicidal. Staying here, whether the man wanted to or not, was simply out of the question. Barely audible sigh escaped and attention returned to the maiden, hiding the surprise at her question, not having guessed that she was thinking the same thing he had been. Feet shuffle across the carpet slowly, orbs staring at the back of the lady's head as she moved to the table and took her seat. Zeth joined her there soon, sitting down in the chair opposite her's. He picked up his fork and let the tips of the prongs rest against the plate for a moment, face twisted as the drake tried to sort out how he was going to answer her question. Bleached depths glanced away from hers as he cleared his throat before speaking. I'm not sure when I'll be leaving.... I hope not soon. I don't want to leave things unfinished. Pair glance up at her facade from the table, wondering if she would see through his words; wondering if the vixen could somehow tell the "unfinished" things he talked about where her. Gracious smile lifted the sides of his mouth as she complimented his food. It should taste delicious also. Lyrics teased gently before gaze turned towards the food he had put upon his own plate. While he ate, the baron tried to think of questions he could ask to keep the conversation going with little success. Silenly, he wondered if Faerie was having issues doing the same thing.
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Post by delusive on Jan 6, 2010 1:28:38 GMT -5
Faerie never could have guessed she was the unfinished business. Why? Because she was never on anyone's mind really, she was always shoved to the side, never the one people thought of, never the one that people were dying to be with, heck, look at her past love life, she really didn't seem all too important to them. She kept her gaze away from him, playing with the food with her fork, anxiety getting to her as she waited for his reply. These days Faerie really couldn't take much, she broke down sometimes. Heck, look at the anger she held at times; in te club she had shown that when someone dared to call her 'tinker bell' and mock her. He had gotten a black eye and she had been told to scram for that day. She glanced at him and cocked her head before nodding solemnly... Unfinished business... She repeated, finally starting to eat the food, still feeling depressed about his leave that would eventually need to come. Well, for what it's worth, I'll miss your company. She didn't say you, even though she wanted to, mostly because she thought it sounded odd... Thought it might show that she trusted him and liked him more than she should. She took a bite and at his smart remark smirked and glanced over at him, finishing what she had in her mouth before speaking. It's good. You're good for a guy cook, you know that? Even better than me. She had to chuckle at that, everyone was better than her. All she could make well was cereal and milk. What skill huh? She soon finished and took her plate, cleaning it off and putting it in the dishwasher, waiting for him to finish so she could do the same, trying to keep herself quiet simply because she didn't want to bring up another painful subject. She kept running through his words 'unfinished business' clueless to what it could be. She did ask something though as she awaited him to finish. So, when are you going to get your tat? I know a guy who is pretty good, an old old friend of another old friend of mine. She didn't even know if she said it right, but basically she knew the guy, and that was all that mattered. [[shorttt]]
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Post by Lonestar on Jan 6, 2010 23:24:43 GMT -5
Bleached depths glanced up from his plate at the lass's reply to the his answer on leaving. Carefully, pair studied her features, being sure to be discreet about his actions even as the subject remained focused upon the food and gave him no reasons to be cautious about his examination. Crown tilted slightly, fork unmoving in the bloke's grasp, a small sort of wonderment growing in response to her assent. He paused, taking only a second to decide that a retort was indeed earned. For what its worth, I wish you did not have to. Vocals were quiet, gaze remaining steady upon the maiden before they returned to his plate after a long hiatus. Hands rengaged in the usual actions they undertook while feeding, prongs of the fort stabbing into meat and the veggies to lift towards the male's mouth. A smile of appreciation is turned towards her, the motion hard to distinguish as the baron had just recently brought a section of steak into his mouth and knives were busy grinding the cooked flesh to bits small enought o be swallowed. Adams apple bobbed as he did swallow with almost exaggerated difficulty. Thank you. I do fancy myself a rather good cook, however you are the first to ever try my works outside of myself. Mind slowly returned to subjects of the past, pondering upon the strange happenings of the night as it replayed within his minds eye. How had the unfinished buiness transform to revolving around the damsel when in the beginning it had been about obtaining knowledge about the unknown and perhaps often times foreign world the drake had detached himself from? Of this, he was unsure and actually believed he would never be quite certain as of how his priorities had come to change as the time and his encounters with strangers had as well. Before too long, G`rzeth looked down at his plate and found surprise in that he had eaten all that had been upon it, rising from the table once noticing Faerie was no longer seated across from him and turnings to look sheepishly at her as she waited for him to finish. Hand held out the dishes he had used and before he could protest, she took them from his posession, leaving him discontented at her dealing with what he had made dirty. Brow cocked as she menchoned the tattoo artist, finding interest in the long, slightly verbose way she choose to explain how she knew the man. Shoulders lifted in a shrug, pair watching her again while weight shifted off one leg and the lad's lean side rested against the countertop. I had not really picked out a time when I wanted to get it done nor have I thought about whom I would get to do it. Whatever time you believe your friend will be availible to do it, I suppose. I would go right now, if it were an option, but when I get it done doesnt really matter to me.
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Post by delusive on Jan 8, 2010 0:27:16 GMT -5
Life was life... People came, and people went. It was how the world revovled, but she was tired of it, tired of her always getting ripped off. She was tired of life seeming to short her end. She heard him and just continued her work, scrubbing harder as if trying to scrub her emotions away, trying to get over herself, but it was harder said than done as she grabbed his palte and did the same, biting her lip, ignoring her thoughts and wants like usual. Well... It was good. I owe you. She whispered and was soon placing the dishes away to their rightful places, wiping her hands on a near by towel. Eyes downcasted as he began talking about his tattoo again. It wasn't she was trying to be rude, more she was trying to fight back the awful pain that kept coming over her. She picked up her cell phone and then flashed him a smile, trying to be convincing. Right, I'll call him and ask. She spoke and began to let digits dial the number programmed in her head as she waited for someone to pick up. Sure enough she heard the husky voice. Why did she think he sounded hung over? Ah well, it didn't matter to her right now. She was just trying to get her answer. Hey, Kyle, I have a friend here who needs a tat done. He has the design in mind, think you are up for it soon? The answer was a simple 'yeahhh' so she just asked a time and a day and a place and it was settled. She hung up and glanced over at Zeth. Tomorrow at noon okay with you? We ust have to head over to his studio. No, she never would have had Zeth go to someone who did tattoos in garages, for they usually got infections and such, she was going to be sure he got it done somewhere trustworthy and sanitary because she still did feel close to him. Now she understood that ever so famous quote by one of the people she didn't care for too much... Marilyn Manson always did say: 'Part of me is afraid to get close to people because I'm afraid that they're going to leave.' If only she caught onto that saying before she got her heart tugged every whih way. She walked towards the closet and grabbed a blanket and pilow along with pointing to it and speaking. If you want to take a shower there are rags and towels in here. She laid the blanket and pilow down on the couch and sat there, looking over at him. She was going to have him sleep in ehr room, it was never polite for a guest to have to sleep on the couch. My bed is pretty comfy, I think you'll like it. She began pulling her legs up so that they were huddled to her chest, feet up on the couch. Zeth... I hope you don't forget me... She spoke rather random that time, eyes downward, herself almost distant in other thoughts. She was thinking of everyone else leaving her, and she felt so hur the had to as well. She knew this before, knew it wasn't his fault unlike the others, that his intentions weren't to cause her pain unlike the others, but still, she wanted him to not forget his meeting her, if that was at all possible. She was not going to forget him, even if it had just been a few days she would have known him.
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Post by Lonestar on Jan 10, 2010 22:51:58 GMT -5
One side of kissers lifted in a half grin, head shaking, disreguarding her statement. You do not owe me a thing. It was my pleasure. Smile became full then while liquids followed the lass' figure as she moved around the kitchen, finishing washing the dishes and opening the cabinet where they sat when unused. Too late, it occured to him that he could have helped her to clean rather than have stood there like an inbecile who was useless. Guilt started to naw at his insides, but he banished the feeling from himself, choosening to focus upon what was happening now rather than what he could have done in the past. The bloke noticed she was looking away from him again, as if avoiding any eye contact for some reason. A soft sigh that was inaudible to mortals was released past his lips. He had thought they were past dodging each others gaze, but it seemed that this had been a premature observation. Grin had fallen from his features and he merely mustered a nod as she offered to call her friend before quickly punching the numbers on the phone from memory. Patiently, the baron stood there, having turned slightly to where his palms were now bracing against the countertop and the small of his back was pressed against the edge, stance still relaxed. For most people, it is werid to listen to a phone conversation between two other people, but for a shifter, it is as if both people were in the same room as you for your sensitive ears could pick up everything that was said. Although he tried to not easedrop, it was a bit hard to do when the words spoken were about a subject which involved you. Therefore, when the lass hung up and turned to him with the date and time of when was best for her friend to do the artwork, the immortal already knew what the unknown artist has proposed and smiled a thank you and nodded. Yes, that is fine. Thank you. A warm sort of wave coarsed through him, the smile upon his facade now not only thankful, but also glad. Without really seeming to notice what she had done, the fatal had invited herself to go with him to get the tattoo, making his hope that she would go with him and not leave him alone a reality. G`rzeth knew little about how to go about getting what the lass had shortened to "tat" or about any of the other "popular" happenings of city life, but he trusted Faerie to find him a good person to do the wings. Someone who wouldn't ask to many questions and who was good. Zeth was actually worried a little about what would happen. He didnt even know if the ink would stay since his body automatically healed any sort of cut or strange blemish on his skin. Steps followed her as she walked out of the kitchen, the drake pausing in the living room and trying not to look awkward as she grabbed something out of the closet. A moment later, the man realized that it was a pillow and blanket and a smile crossed mask, head bobbing in understanding as she menchoned the things for him to take a shower if he wanted. Liquids glanced towards the closet before returning to the maiden, watching her as she sat down upon the couch which she had placed the things for sleep like she was not going to leave that spot till morning. Frown of disagreement formed upon his features instantly as she spoke of him sleeping in her bed, dome shaking side to side as if the male were saying no. I can sleep on the couch, Faerie. You take your bed. I do not need to sleep in it. Crown tilted slightly while the lady pulled her knees to her chest, jaw tightening as she spoke. Strides took him to the couch, bodice sinking down beside hers. For a moment, the bloke did nothing, just staring at the vixen, trying to overcome himself again. Finally, he simply stopped thinking and one arm moved around her shoulders, pulling her shoulder to his chest while the hand upon his other arm moving under her chin to lift her gaze. I would never forget you, Faerie. Even if rumors are true and I live for hundreds of years. Lips lifted on one side in a half smile, his adaptation to the serious situation. Then, before the drake's thoughts took over again, palm cupped her cheek and he kissed her forehead, pulling away slowly to look back into her mocha depths.
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Post by delusive on Jan 14, 2010 21:22:46 GMT -5
She was fine with doing things herself, besides, he was the guest, not the other way around. She just nodded her head, knowing he answered to quickly as shespoke, did he hear the conversation? Not that it mattered anyhow. She took a deep breath and stayed where she was, refusing to move, no matter his words. She didn't mind the couch, in fact she was fine where she was, sleep was the same no matter where she stayed. Tomorrow then, and no worries. Kyle is good. Her voice was quiet, like usual. She was recoiling back into her shell, because it was as though she was hoping not to get hurt again. She glanced over at him as he sat down and then heard his words. Would he really live that long? She would be long gone then, dead, and she hated those words, because she thought them as lies. Lies because how could anyone remember HER, how could he remember her after what... A few days? She wanted someone to know she existed, someone to care when they hear news she was dead, dying, sick, lost... Just one at least... Because, let's face it, death and mortality just went hand in hand. His gesture was small, nothing big, nothing really to suggesting in her mind, but she couldn't help but feel that thing inside her and it scared her. That thing that should never be felt, that horrible thought of history repeating came back and hislittle kiss on her forehead was enough to have her in near tears. She tried to suck it up and probably ended up failing, she was weak, she always would be. She was Faerie, so broken up inside she could barely carry herself. Bitting her lip she turned her head away, knowing she probably seemed rude and that maybe she was hurting him. She swallowed and then took a breath. I'm sorry She muttered. Was it the fact that she didn't want close contact unless he meant it? Unless he loved her. No, she didn't necesarily mean romantic love.... But even a love like friend or family. She knew he was going to have to leave, and therefore she wanted to cut off this attatchment she felt for him, this thing she had bubbling inside of her. Why? Because she couldn't bare hurt again. Yet, why was she thinking cutting it off now was even too late? How could she desire his embrace and yet want it gone? It didn't make sense... All she knew was she didn't want him to leave, didn't want to be so alone anymore. But he was simply trying to be kind, trying to make things better, which was expectable. He had no idea what he was doing to her, heck, she had no idea what he was doing to her, not even Faerie could read herself. His eyes that looked over at hers made her emotions sore and yet crash at the same time. Realization kept hitting her too late. She glanced back up at him and this time didn't avoid his gaze. She said something that surprised even herself. Take me with you. Please, don't leave me. It was a whisper and she turned her head away, realizing what she had just said. Why would he want to do such a thing, besides, her company was probably annoying, and he was just trying to be kind to her, for he probably even could tell so easily how weak she was, how pathetic she must seem. He was simply a good guy, not wanting to hurt her. That was what was running through ehr head, though that was mostly to cover what she wished the reason for his actions were. Uh... Anyways, my room gets kind of cold so if you need it there is an extra blanket in my closet... She was wondering if maybe she could cover herself up here, cover her slip up, cover her emotions that were tearing her apart slowly.
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Post by Lonestar on Jan 16, 2010 0:58:50 GMT -5
Inner organs raced as bleached pair stared down at the lass, mind eerily clear of any thought. Hold loosened instinctivly when her face turned away, chocolate gaze again looking anywhere, but at his. Without warning, a pain of regret pierced his heart, leaving it to bleed in its anguish. Arm lifted from her shoulders and returned to his lap, position shifting slightly in uncertainty, the man refusing to leave the couch, however, though he dearly wished to simply fly out the window and forget such rejection as he had been confronted with. The apology was recongized as empty words, brain dismissing it sharply into the pool of memories for no thoughts could taint his mind then. Emotions ran wild and untamed within him, half of them hardly distinquishable for never in the twenty one years he had lived had ever such a thing struck him as it did now. Almost as if taking a page from the essa's book, liquids refused to look up from the floor, gazing blankly at the carpet as if something intriquing lay there though he would not have seen it if that something were truely there before him. What was this madness?! To feel so abandoned by the lady when she had merely turned away? He had been abandoned, alone all his life, why did it suddenly matter now that Faerie could let him return to his solitude uncontested? The strangest of it all, was that no matter what feelings ripped through his insides like a knife to a pig carcess, G`rzeth could not rouse his legs to extend or his muscles to work and carry him away from the spot he now occupied. On a strange whim, a glance was taken to her, pair finding that the girl had choosen to do the same at that exact minate for they met the familar guise of the fea instantly. Another pang struck him at her plea, occulars turning sad as before she turned away, a true fairy in her shyness. Timeless moments slid by without the baron comprehending how to react, the sharp needle pricks lingering within his breast. Hurried and awkward seeming lyrics escaped his companion's lips, mind again dismissing what she said for the subject upon which she spoke the lord would refuse to bend in his decision. Despite himself, a small smile pulled at kissers and he remained speechless during the time of recovery as result. I will not need an extra blanket for I will be sleeping here, on this couch. Perhaps you will be requiring the second covering for warmth, but not I. Please, do not waste more of your oxygen upon me in this. I am rarely stubborn, yet steadfast in the few situations when I feel such a way. Finally, words emitted, addressing first the last bit the damsel had uttered to him while hand again moved to turn her facade to him, finding the action oddly satisfying. Fingers spread out across her cheek, the tip of one resting upon the beginning slope of her ear. I do not think it is wise to implant such a thought in my cranium as you just have. Should you repeat it, I'm afraid my restraint shall break and I would selfishly whisk you away as you ask with no reguards for your life here. I think you would find yourself quickly regretting ever speaking the words to me twice afterwards. Palm fell from her cheek as his sentences broke off, gaze roaming hers in a searching manner before jerking suddenly away, frustration building at not being able to read what her reply would be to his warning and not daring to think she may denouce all that he said.
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Post by delusive on Jan 16, 2010 23:31:16 GMT -5
She hated that pain in his eyes that she seemed to stir up in him. She knew that pain oh too well. Rejection... Rejection was the worse thing one could feel sometimes. She felt suddenly so guilty and she just bit her lip, knowing she hated the feeling of not only seeing his disapointment, but her own that was inside her. His stubborness made her just shake her head and yet she refused to move herself, eyes just watching his, unable to move away as he spoke to her. He didn't say no... He simply was warning her, warning her not to tempt him to that. At his touch she just closed her eyes and leaned in a little closer to him, shaking her head ever so lightly. What life do I have here? I'll never be old Faerie. This... This is the most I've ever been with someone for a year. As his eyes moved away so did hers, unsure what to think of anything anymore. She just didn't want him to leave, didn't want him to leave her alone. She was tired of being left to mourn on her own. She needed his company, desired it. Something more was flaiming inside of her, something that he was just egging to awaken, something she was afraid to awaken, for she may soon feel the same thing he had moments ago, the same thing she felt year after year: rejection. Still, she somehow trusted him, didn't think he'd let her fall through, would he? She let occs open to look up at his, those ice blue eyes she couldn't seem to get over. Take me with you. She spoke it again, this time more than just a simple question or plea. She refused to move, and she was going to be just as stubborn, for Faerie had patience, the one thing in life she had was indeed patience. If only he could see what it was she wanted, if only she could see what he wanted, but that was impossible, for it would make life far too easy. It would never be such a thing, for life liked to be a mystery book, unfair at times, miraculous at times but mostly suspensful and ful of nothing but sheer surprise; for who can truthfuly predict the true soon to be future. I don't plan on moving. Sorry. This time her gaze shot an almost daring look his way, waiting for any response from him.
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