Your up to it? Of course its only you and me...wtf?
"I'm fine with that."
He lowered is head and touched his lips with hers gently. Their auras mixed again, flashing violently. When their lips touched, a bolt of lightning cracked outside the window, followed by the resounding crash of thunder.
Her body grew warm, and he did not know why. Was it him? It had to be. Where she was once cold, she was now filled with heat, and the warmth was brought out of him, so where he was once arm, he was now cool. He liked this feeling.
Posted on 2009-05-15 at 05:34:52.
Edited on 2009-05-16 at 03:27:23 by Babaloo
He watched her as she rummaged through the chambers. He held out his right hand and summoned a plush divan, already cushioned, for him to sleep on while she enjoyed the comfort of the four poster bed.
He sat down on the divan and removed his armor, stripping down until he was only in his loose fitting undershorts. He ran a hand along his back. Even in death, the scars of the werewolf remained. He then ran another hand across his face, and found Alexanders mark to still be quite prominant.
He layed down on the divan and stretched out, cracking his left leg comfortably as he continued to watch Poison through the clear walls. Walls in this home were useless, but he figured she was sure smart enough to know that.
He looked at her through the blurred wall. She was doing something he couldn't quite make out. He didn't mind. He could fall asleep as it was right here and now. He wouldn't get anywhere tonight, not because of her, but because of himself. He was too afraid she would end up like Dawn, although tradition told him different. It wasn't the memory of Dawn that kept him at bay, it was the memory of the pain he'd gone through when she'd lied to him. He didn't want that anymore.
He couldn't sleep. He sat up and ran a hand through his white hair...it was white again, and it wouldn't go back.
He stood up and moved over to a window, glacing out at the garden three stories below. He felt a pair of imaginary hands around his waist, and turned to see Dawn, but she faded before he could say anything. He didn't love her, he never really did. She was just the first person to show him any kind of happiness ever...then she lied to him...tore it to pieces. Ruined it all.
He looked through the wall at Poison, she was staring at him. She looked away quickly as he caught her gaze. He figured she noticed him get up, and him not wearing much at all wasn't helping. He considering clothing himself again, but thought against it, sleeping in armor was much too difficult. He ran a hand along the wall and waited for her to say something. The silence was too much for him.
Posted on 2009-05-16 at 05:06:54.
Edited on 2009-05-16 at 05:10:07 by Babaloo