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Post by sie on Aug 2, 2011 11:34:52 GMT -5
It was still too early for New Orleans to be very active on a Monday morning... Four in the morning, to be exact. Of course, this was all well and good for her. The woman seemed to be only twenty, and not a minute over, but carried herself with the pride and self-confidence of any ancient voo-doo witch as she walked down the street towards her new home. Well, what would be her home until she had to pack and move again. It had been about a month since they had come here, after getting word back in New York that Cadeon was on the move again. And she hated it. Granted, the culture was better, and it was easier to blend in. But it was still too crowded. Too loud. That bastard had always known how she hated large cities; and yet he had always insisted on going to the biggest, noisiest places. even when they had been together, he must have enjoyed tourmenting her like that. But, hopefully, it would all be over soon. And if not? Well, she had Malcolm now. He gave her life real meaning... Something to trully fight for, other than the safety of the creatures that hated her kind.
Her heels sank into the loose gravel of the drive that lead to a large, victorian-era house. Well, more like a manor. The property had once been a plantation and, though the property had been cut down signifigantly, it still had at least ten acres or so protected by a high, brick wall. The house was off-white on the outside with three floors and a basement and attick. The porch and second floor balcony wrapped around the house, while the third floor had on opening to the roof of the second. It was trully a grande place, perfect for he "parties" that she held. Of course, said "parties" were actualy meetings for the organization her brother had put together to protect the world from those wolves that had trully become monsters. That had been her entire life for fifty years, until she had met Malcolm.
The door unlocked with a click that humans would never hear and she walked in, flipping the switch to light the hallway, then the one in the sitting room where she almost fell into the sofa, her coppery curls fanning out around her. Something was muttered in gaelic as she forced herself to sit back up to untie the shoes she had worn. Italian leather stilletoes made to look like ankle boots that laced up from the open toe to the top. Honestly, they were he cheapest shoes she owned, but still her favorite. Besides being easy to dance and run in, they went with every outfit she owned. Currently, said outfit consisted of black skinny jeans and a leather vest of charcoal gray that laced up the front and stopped at her midrift, showing off her colorful arms.
Vaguely, she remembered hearing Malcolm saying that he would be out for a while, but she couldn't remember if it had been the night before, or the night before that, which she had trudged home and crashed on the couch. Some times she hated up-stairs bedrooms... "Mal?" she didn't have to raise her voice as she stood and padded up the stairs silently, quite sure that he would hear her, even if he were asleep. She had fallen into the "coupled" lifestyle quite easily, she noticed, as she began unlacing her vest. Her pajamas would likely still be in the bedroom recliner, waiting for her..
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Post by izzy2 on Aug 2, 2011 11:59:07 GMT -5
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He wasn't really used to living in style. The old house was as close as he had come in centuries to it. Honestly, he had grown far too accustomed to sleeping outside to ever be completely comfortable in a bed, but at least he never had to face it alone. Not anymore, at least. After their...brief respite in the Carpathian Mountains, he had followed Siren to New Orleans, because for the first time, he had actually wanted to go somewhere. Not anywhere in particular, and not because he had anything to do there, but rather because she was there. It was as if meeting her had breathed a new vitality into his previously dull, boring life. Admittedly, she was the kind of woman who could bring energy into a lot of things. She wasn't really someone that could be called 'normal'. Her colorful arms and fiery hair attested to that, and he had noticed the looks she received when she was just walking around.
For the first time in years, he had begun training again. This time, however, it wasn't for the purpose of ending lives. He had sworn to himself to never kill for the sake of killing again. But just as she gave him a new reason to live, she gave him a new reason to fight. Not that he came with her often, but he had begun integrating himself to this new lifestyle. It was a slow process, because he still had to fight the urge, occasionally, to simply walk away. It was his nature, or it had been. A transient lifestyle that never stayed anywhere for more than a night. Back then, it had been fine, easy to keep moving. Now, all he had to do was think of her, and his nerves would settle down again.
It was early for people to be out, but my most definitions, he wasn't really a 'person'. Most human definitions, anyway. He was not one who adhered to a rigid schedule, and his sleeping habits were... abnormal, to say the least. They did depend, after all, quite heavily on her. He had been up almost all night, but he had things to do, which took him out of the house for a while. Upon returning, it had been only slightly after midnight, and, knowing Siren, she wouldn't have been home for a while, so he found other means to occupy himself. It was a direct result of these, especially the last one, which had been a rigorous set of exercises to get his hands accustomed to holding a weapon again, that he had decided to take a shower.
He had barely stepped out when he heard his name, soft as it was. He grabbed a towel and dried off quickly, too fast to really get rid of all the water. His hair was still dripping as he stepped out of the bathroom and into the bedroom, leaning against the doorjam. His grin was already across his face as she stepped in, his green eyes dancing at the sight of her. "How was work?" He asked, his tone light, almost playful, as he leaned down to give her a demure kiss on the cheek, acting, for all the world, like this was normal for him. He wanted it to be...
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Post by sie on Aug 2, 2011 12:27:54 GMT -5
[/right]Her amber eyes sparkled, though she looked weary. "Per usual." Her voice was soft as she eased past him, reaching up to run her fingers through his still soaked hair before tossing the vest onto the chair, followed by her pants. "Though, if one more N'olens bastard tells me how much he wants to fuck me, I might have to ap his neck." In New York, she had regular customers that knew better than to insinuate anything unless they were eather just joking around with her, or they had become as close to a friend as she would allow. The later were few and far between. But the men down here were still new to her, and not exactly... Clean-cut as she liked them. Granted, she didn't mind a man that smelled like he'd just been working. But, she preffered men that bathed. A soft chuckle escaped her as she sat on the edge of the bed, removing her jeans. She loved her money job, yes. And it paid well, as indicated by the large bills that she had folded and hooked to the string at her hip. But there were days... She laid back after slipping into her pajamas, purple satin shorts and button-up blouse, watching him with a soft smile. She knew how hard he tried to act like this was normal and easy for him, but never said anything. It had been hard at first for her as well, but it seemed that she was taking the change much easier. Odd, for a woman that had once had no time or desire for a partner. Now, she made time. "Malcolm?" Her eyes had shifted to that unearthly blue for a moment, likely giving away her thoughts. She had never learned to control that. "Do... Do you like being here?" Siren had begun to nibble on her bottom lip, her eyes constantly shifting. She had told her brother to put them in one of the smaller, less fancy houses he had in the city. Apparently, he had selective hearing. She could hear her heart beating as she waited for his reply, going so far as to draw a bit of blood from inside her lip. For five centuries old, she knew she still seemed so innocent. And, quite frankly, she was. She didn't like killing, or hate, or having to hunt her own kind. If she had it her way, she would have been raising children out in the Irish country-side for the past, oh... four hundred years. Though, before Malcolm, she'd never really considered children. Well, in passing, but not very seriously. Nor had she considered just not hunting any more. not till Cadeon was dead. That had been her goal... Now, all she wanted was to just... Stop.[/right] [/size][/i][/td][/tr][/table] |
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Post by izzy2 on Aug 2, 2011 12:56:52 GMT -5
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He laughed, feeling her fingers in his hair, and slipped over to his closet, pulling out a pair of light sweatpants, letting the towel drop so that he could pull them on. He gave it no second thought. Normally, he wasn't modest at all, but at the beginning of his...relationship, he supposed it could be called... with Siren, they had both seemed so...nervous. Even now, it was different than normal. He didn't think about it any more, but for different reasons than normal. With most people, he didn't care about modesty, because he didn't care about their reaction. With Siren, he didn't care about modesty because he trusted her beyond any flicker of doubt. Love had that kind of effect. "I should find some work eventually..." He muttered, then laughed, running his fingers through his damp hair. He really should find a job eventually, even if he knew that they weren't going to stay in New Orleans forever. Normally, money didn't matter to him, but spending this much time in a city...it proved itself useful, and he had no real means of obtaining it save for borrowing from her.
Sinking down on the edge of the bed, he smiled. "Honestly? I can't say that I enjoy it. My life has always been spent outside, and some part of me, inside, misses the freedom of that, the moon overhead, the wind whispering through the trees..." His hand moved to her hair, running it through his fingers playfully, twisting the strands into a braid, then easing them out again. "Still, as long as it's with you..." His eyes shifted back to hers, and he grinned as he bent down to kiss her cheek again. "I'd be fine with sleeping in a doghouse. This is vastly preferable to that."
His hand found hers, and squeezed it gently, his eyes soft and playful. "Cheer up, Sie. I wouldn't be anywhere else for the world." He lay down beside her and kissed her, taking her lip away from her teeth. "You are my world, and it goes wherever you are. Inside, outside, it doesn't matter, as long as you remain next to me." He laughed at himself, then hugged her before sitting up. "I know I sound like a cheesy romantic movie, but don't worry about it. I'm fine here."
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Post by sie on Aug 2, 2011 13:35:44 GMT -5
She smiled, turning to curl up against him. She took her clothes off almost every night for complete strangers. Modesty in her line of work was a sin. she didn't always enjoy showing her body to others, even though she knew that she had a ody that people wanted to see. That tended to be a problem at times, though. But, such was her life. She didn't have to trust others to show her skin. In every-day life, trust was not really required. and yet, she trusted the man beside her whole-heartedly. Not just because she needed someone to trust, or because she wanted to. It hadn't really been an option. Her hand moved to rest on his heart as she leaned forward to return his kiss with a smile.
she didn't know if she had old him she loved him often enough since they had met, and, even now, she found it hard to voice the words. I love you seemed too... Simple. they were just words, not realy suitable for the description. But then, what was? Admittedly, she didn't really do much around the house other than laundry when it was needed and some spot-cleaning and a little cooking when she had the time. Her place in New York had been spotless, even given that it had been an old warehouse. To get her mind off of things, she had cleaned. Now, she would seek out Malcolm to ease her mind.
Her eyes closed slowly, her nails lengthening slightly as her fingers curled "Once all of this... Hunting... is done, we'll find a place far from humans and crowds. A place that's open and quiet, where we can just... Let go. That is... If you want to.." if he could tolerate her for that long..
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Post by izzy2 on Aug 2, 2011 14:12:07 GMT -5
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Happily, he fell back down again so that she could curl up against him. His eyes closed contentedly. He didn't need to see her, after all. He knew her, everything, or so he told himself. It was like she was an extension of himself sometimes, which explained the amount of trust he placed in her. Of course, some would feel trepidation about being in a relationship with an exotic dancer, for that was how she made her money. Mal, on the other hand, took it in stride. He knew that she had as little worry about her skin as he did in public. Back in the seventeen hundreds, he'd walked through london naked. He hadn't meant to, but there had been a fire, and things had escalated...and...well, he'd lost his clothing. People had stared, but he hadn't cared, because he didn't bother to notice their reaction. Until the policemen came, of course, but he could get away from them easily enough. He also didn't go back to london for a while after that.
Still, the thought of Sie dancing for other men, removing her clothing, showing her skin, it didn't make him jealous. Well, maybe a bit, but he knew what they didn't. They didn't realize that every single design on her body had an origin, a story behind it. They hadn't had the opportunity, as he had, to simply lie and study each individual piece of art, or place kisses on each one in turn as he counted them silently to himself. Each one marked an utterly important happening in her life. She carried her past with her, in a far more intimate form than most. Eventually, he thought, he would be part of that tapestry, perhaps a small part, but hopefully a large part, one that she could carry forever, as he would remain with her forever. Perhaps he could, perhaps fate would smile upon them and keep them together. It was a desire that was etched deeply into every corner of his mind these days.
Mal's arm curled around her almost possessively, bringing her against him, his eyes still closed, simply enjoying her presence as he listened to her. He smiled softly, head turning so he could kiss her forehead tenderly. "That sounds intoxicating..." He said quietly into her ear, hand gently massaging her side from where his arm curled around her. "And what would we do, love, you and I?" He asked, words changing into Gaelic, their language. "Would we lie under the moon and whisper words to each other? Would we hold each other as if we never meant to let go? Would we make mad, passionate, love under the stars?" He paused, then said, his voice returning to normal, but a playful tone carried within it "Actually, that last one sounds incredible..."
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Post by sie on Aug 3, 2011 3:07:47 GMT -5
His words drew a soft chuckle from her lips and she pulled back to look at him. An image popped into her head; Their first run together, back in romania. But as she replayed the scene, it changed, ending much differently. Instead of them ending what had proven to be a fatefull encounter as friends... Well, one could get the picture. they had been out in the middle of the Carpathian Mountains of Romania, litterally happening upon one another as though Fate had chosen their paths for the day one hundred percent.
And, now, here they were... She couldn't help but smile as she propped herself up on her elbow. Making love under the stars... She hadn't done that since... Since she had been with Cadeon. and then, it was only for lack of an inn or money. well, not technically under the stars. He usally found a cave or some such. She had to blink to drive the memory away and turned to her bedside drawrs. Out of the middle one, she pulled a paper. there was something drawn on it, colored. a pencile was also taken from the drawr, and a book. siren positioned herself so that she was sitting cross-legged, the book closed in her lap and acting as a small desk, pencile in her left hand. The image that was already drawn was of two wolves, obviosly themselves, curled together to form a perfect circle, almost like the Ying-Yang symbole, though not quite. Around them circled a celtic knot, and she was currently adding the Tripple Goddess symbol and a few lightly sketched stars. But, as though frustrated, she erased each star and replaced them with tiny paw prints. her smile broadened as she turned the paper to show him.
"We will make love as no other couple ever has." she leaned in close to his ear, her lips brushing against the edge softly "and we'll do so much more..." Sitting back up again, the paper forgotten on the bed, she rose and crossed to the large doors that lead to the balcony and opened them wide, leaning against the frame and letting the breeze stir her hair. It was still summer, and that ment that it was hot. And humid. But, she had addapted quickly, at least. "Malcolm..." Her voice has suddenly lost all of it's cheerful teasing as she looked out over the land that surrounded the manor. "After... As soon as Cadeon is done with... I want to go home..."
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Post by izzy2 on Aug 3, 2011 10:09:44 GMT -5
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He grinned playfully at her as she pulled back, eyes gleaming with suppressed mirth. Of course, he had been teasing, but he wouldn't mind doing any of those things with her. What he would much rather do, however, was find a quiet place, a valley or a hillside with great scenery and no one else around, where the two of them could simply settle down and find a new life with each other. A place away from the worries and pains of the larger world, the human world. Somewhere so far out of the way that no one would ever find them. Where worrying about hunters and the like wouldn't be necessary. It would be difficult to find a place like that, because the Humans had taken over a lot of the more peaceful places of the world. Still, nature found a way, and even if it meant living in a cave, he'd happily do it in order to live with her. Of course, he wasn't entirely useless as a carpenter. Earlier in his life, he'd worked as one for a while, so building a house wasn't entirely out of the question, if he could find some proper materials.
His eyes watched her pull the paper out of the drawer. He had seen it before, and knew what it was used for, but he didn't know what design she had been working on recently. Smiling, he allowed his eyes to stray down her arms, once again studying the ink there. He propped himself up, however when she turned the paper to him, eyes darting over the design. For a moment, tears rushed to his eyes, and he had to struggle with the desire to simply pull her against him then and there and forget all about conversation. He shivered to feel her breath on his ear, and her words made him grin slightly. She sounded so... He almost laughed as he looked at the paper again. There was a reason she had drawn the two wolves so close to each other, he supposed.
Mal sat up as she rose from the bed, shifting so that he was sitting on the edge, the piece of paper in his hand before he carefully set it down under the book so that it wouldn't blow away. His name caught his attention, however, and he looked up at her, the playfulness gone from his eyes. Rising, he moved behind her, his arms coming around her waist, tucking his head over her shoulder as he looked past her at the land around them. "Then, once you're done, once he's gone, then we can go home... It's been a while..." He turned his head, lips pressing against her neck softly. "And we'll make a new life for ourselves, won't we..." He murmured, resting his chin on the top of her head lightly.
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Post by sie on Aug 3, 2011 17:10:36 GMT -5
Once he was gone... fifty years, he had eluded her. save for a few occasions where they had met, fought, and some how allowed each other to live. Perhaps the reason why was because she needed something to live for... Between the time of leaving Cadeon behind, only to turn around and hunt him, and meeting Malcolm, hunting that bastard had been what had kept her from going Feral herself. It would be a huge change to finally kill him. She could move on, not worry any more. Once Cadeon was out of the way, fighting The Desmel and leading The Hunters would no longer be her concern. She could finally breath easy... start a home and maybe even...
Her body flinched at the feel of arms wrapping around her. She had been so deep in thought that she hadn't heard him rise and cross to her. But the feel of him so close to her was comforting. the way his body warmed the satin between them, and how she could lean against him without worrying as to wrether or not he would wrap his hands around her throat and strangle her... she didn't even trust her own brother--who loved and cherished her more as a father would, and yet she shunned--as much as she had grown to trust Malcolm in mere hours.
Just by being with her, he made her want to go back to Ireland. If only to see how it had changed. After that, perhaps find an open mountain range some where? Or, well, it didn't really matter, so long as it was quiet and away from humans. Everything else was variable, she decided as she smiled, resting her hands on his as her eyes watched as a fox snuck out of the trees, it's red pelt shimmering in the moonlight.
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Post by izzy2 on Aug 3, 2011 18:51:41 GMT -5
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His life had not been idyllic, to say the least. From his family being slaughtered, to the years of hovering dangerously close to turning feral, he had never been completely at peace. He had gone to war, but not because he believed in the morals of either side. Well, that wasn't completely true. He hadn't enjoyed the certain...attitude that the germans had adopted. Either way, he had gone for the sake of enjoying the combat. There was nothing more to it than that. Ripping people apart, of course, was far easier if you'd had centuries of practice beforehand. He survived the war, because the Germans didn't use silver bullets, as he had survived all the other wars before it. Then he had simply disappeared. It had been pretty much the same as every other war, except the weapons had been slightly louder, more prone to killing, and much more distance between the combatants.
Still, there were parts of him that hadn't forgotten the feeling of combat. Parts that didn't really want to give it up. Even as he traveled, he had always taken his one solitary weapon with him, though he feared regressing back to his old self too much to ever touch it. He didn't know if Siren had noticed the spear where it sat, the shaft in two pieces, though it twisted together quickly and easily. He had laid it in one of the empty rooms in a simple case. As time had passed, and he found himself with nothing to do, he had started practicing with it again. That was what had made him take a shower shortly before her arrival. He wanted to help her, honestly. Wanted to help lay her past to rest. After all, until she was free of her past, he could never truly be free himself. Her presence was a liberating one, but it was intermittent, for she had work, and hunting, which she almost always did without him.
He smiled, following her gaze out across the ground. He knew that she wanted to be rid of her past, of Cadeon, and all that he had done to her. It wasn't a fanciful dream. She had been hunting the man for centuries, he knew. Right now, she was Mal's anchor to sanity, his last bastion for his tired mind. "There was a mountain range that I grew up in..." He said softly, his thumbs gently stroking her where his arms wrapped around her waist. "Remote, and far from any humans..." Sighing, he pressed his cheek against hers before kissing it softly. "I wouldn't mind going back there, if it hasn't changed... As long as you're with me..." He swallowed. He wouldn't ever dare go back alone. Too many memories. "I'll always love you..." He whispered softly, not really to her, even if the words were meant in her name.
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Post by sie on Aug 19, 2011 11:21:01 GMT -5
She pressed against him, turning her head to kiss the corner of his mouth. Sometimes she wished that he didn't know her so well... she was so used to switching from happy to sad or angery, and finding her own ways to ease her mind. Now, she found it hard to be anything but happy. And it was all because he was with her. and, still, she found it hard to utter those three little words. Despite the fact that she did, trully, love him with everything she was, it just wasn't something she said. At that, she couldn't even remember her parents ever saying it to each other... But they hadn't needed to; their love was palpable, like a thick mist that gathered around them when they were together. And just the way they were together, how at ease they were, spoke volumes. to her, that was how true partners said "I love you."
There was also another way, but it almost made her laugh to think of it. Her parents had married, legally. Where most "mates" took on the more wolven views, her parents had actually exchanged vows infront of witnesses, had rings, and paperwork. She remembered hearing them laughing, when she was little, about how much trouble it had been. But, also, how much fun they had had. siren smiled, mentally brushing the thoughts away. This was a new time, and marriage was considered irrelevent now. Granted, many of her human co-workers had husbands and children. though their reasons for having husbands varried.
"Your mountains, my forest... Hells, all of Ireland. It might be nice to just travel around it for a year or two." Actually, touring sounded wonderful. Take time to learn the new Ireland. The new culture and how it had changed. then, they could find a place and settle down. She twisted around, putting her arms around her neck with a smile, still suprised by how much taller he was than her.
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Post by izzy2 on Aug 19, 2011 21:27:35 GMT -5
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Words were nothing but sound. Some things simply were, because they didn't need to be said. He knew that her reaction to the three small words was invariably the same. She smiled, she would kiss him, or say something else. She didn't need to say them back. He didn't think he would actually be happy if she did. It just wasn't her... They weren't her words to say. Her actions spoke louder than her words ever would, and he was grateful for that, because it made her who she was. As much as her fiery hair, or her tattoos, the way she spoke was...her. The way she moved, curled against him, the way her skin felt against his. The three words were there, whether she spoke them or not. The love was there. It was tangible, something he could feel every time he was around her. It brought them together, kept them together.And he could thank the gods for that.
He smiled, nuzzling her neck gently. "Yeah...that sounds great.." He said softly. And it did. He hadn't seen Ireland in centuries. Traveling around it would certainly give him a chance to see how it had changed. It definately had. "We could be free..." He whispered into her ear, hand sliding softly onto her belly, stroking it gently. "Free to do what we wanted...and only what we wanted... To be with each other..." He kissed her cheek gently, closing his eyes, hand still resting on her belly.
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Post by sie on Aug 29, 2011 1:52:51 GMT -5
Her hand rested on his, squeezing gently for a moment. It was times like this that she felt completely... At ease. the quiet moments with him, looking out their balcony door or up at the sky from the back lawn. She hoped that, where ever they settled, their lives would be full of the quiet, peaceful moments.
"Malcom..." She turned to face him, lifting her arms and putting them around his neck as she leaned up on her toes. Her eyes shimmered as a smile turned the corners of her mouth up. There weren't many in her line of work that had partners. Of course, naturally, most of them didn't want one. Others, like her, had simply sai that they didn't. Partners were a liability. Ferals weren't stupid, after all. There had been Hunters that had been mated, with pups; Their families were often targeted if not kept a secret. That was the good thing about moving around alot, she supposed; Her life was a secret to all but Johnathon and Malcolm, and she was never in a place for more than a few months to a year. She never really believed in luck, leaning more towards fate. but, this time, she would consider herself lucky as she leaned up just a little higher and tugged gently to pull him down the rest of the way so she could place soft kisses along his jaw and lips. She took a breath as she pulled away, a slight blush creeping onto her cheeks. She wasn't one for these words, and knew that she didn't have to say them for him to know.. And yet... "...I love you..."
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Post by izzy2 on Aug 30, 2011 15:51:05 GMT -5
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Mal had always been a vocal person, not a physical one. If he wanted to say something, he did so out loud, and let the person he was talking to know how he felt. Sie, he knew, was much the opposite, but she had a way of letting him know how she felt without the need for talking. It was something in the way she held herself, something in the way she watched him, or looked at him. Something unique to her that he had never been able to figure out. He tried, of course. He always would try for her, just so that she could at least understand him better. Not that there was much need for talking at all between them. Some of the happiest times he'd spent with her had been in silence.Complete, utter, and beautiful silence, the type of which he could only spend with her. The type of silence that could relax him, make him slip away from the past, and look towards the future with a hope that wasn't utterly pointless.
His name made him look down at her, and a smile rose onto his face unbidden as she rose up onto her toes and wrapped her arms around his neck. He was taller than her, that he knew already. The size difference only seemed to shine through in moments of intimacy, however, and at those times, it was easily and utterly ignored. His had never been a life for partnership. He had always traveled, always alone, and never remained in one place. He knew that her life, in regards to relationships, was much the same. Her business kept her moving, kept her detached from others at most times. After all, she was a killer. A necessary killer, and one that provided a powerful service, but a killer nonetheless. Other werewolves might think little of that, but the fact remained that she was intimate with death in a way that so few people were. Mates, he knew, were often not mates for life, yet he didn't want that. He didn't want that fake feeling that came from knowing that sooner or later, it would end. He wanted perfection, he wanted eternity. Despite his past, despite her past, he wanted it with her.
The kisses made him wrap his arms around her in turn, so that he could pull her against him, deepening the kiss slightly. The blush as she pulled away, however, made him curious. They hadn't blushed for each other in a while. Grown accustomed to each other's presence. Now... The words made his eyes widen, and he looked down at her for a minute before lifting her bodily and rolling her onto the bed behind them, coming down on top of her, his arms holding him scant inches from her face. His breathing was low, and his voice was soft as he bent down, kissing her ear gently. "I know..." He said, shifting so that his eyes looked down into hers. "I don't need the words. You've told me a thousand times, in every different way imaginable. You never needed the words." He kissed her again, on the lips this time, one hand coming to cup her face gently. "You know the words. I've said them to you countless times by now. You replied with your body, your eyes, your soul... In ways I couldn't even understand at the time..." He pressed against her softly, still supporting most of his own weight. "My turn..."
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Post by sie on Sept 8, 2011 11:32:16 GMT -5
A soft gasp escaped her as her feet left the ground. She still could't get used to him picking her up, it seemed, as much as she enjoyed the sensation of him being in total control. The again... Being up in the air in a way the was not of her own doing was a type of phobia for her. but, for him, she kept quiet. Especially when the feel of sheets against her back made her smile, coupled with his warm body pressing gently against her. Moments like this had become what kept her going. there had been three hunts since they had come to New Orleans; None of them easy or close to pleasent. And through each, all she wanted to do was go home and hide in the bedroom with Malcolm.
Her hands went up to cup his face as her eyes shifted between colors and she shifted to get comfortable. "I never know exactly how to show you how much you mean to me... How much I've come to need you." She kissed his lips gently before lieing back with her arms stretched over her head. Every time she was near him, he brought a new sence of peace to her violent life. A new joy. yes, with them, it was the same thing every day. But he kept her from being lonely or depressed. And from going crazy.
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