Someone's Kitty S I O N E D | Human | Bleeder Dens - Kitty || Chicago | The Presidium | (freeform supernatural) |
..:Living Room, Navarre House:.. ..Chicago Suburb.. .Town of Lake Forest, IL.
says to || Navarre's Liege: It had been weeks since her withdrawal had finished. She was gaining strength again, and able to walk without a problem. Even managing the stairs without incidents. Realizing just what a weight the addiction had on her mind and body and soul, she knew she could never go back there.
Michael had told her countless times that she was welcome here as long as she felt she needed or wanted to be here..But still she wondered.
Everyone had treated her very well. Always kind and always helpful. Never hearing a bad word spoken about her to others when she was getting ready to enter a room.
There is a soft sigh as she sits on her balcony in the dying light of day as night falls, watching the sun go to sleep and the stars begin to appear with the soft sparkles. There weren't many stars, but there were enough as she was curled on the loveseat on her balcony wrapped in a blanket. She knew he would be to see her soon. She wondered if they could go out somewhere, anywhere. She'd been cooped up in her room most of the time. (07/22/24 09:37:22 pm) || Navarre's Liege Lord||
M I C H A E L - W E B S T E R
Vampire Master - Navarre House Monsters aren't born, they are made. Chicago - The Presidium
..:Master Bedroom, Navarre House:.. ..Chicago Suburb.. .Town of Lake Forest, IL.
says to Someone's Kitty S : As was common for him, he awoke with a jolt, his heart racing as if he’d been struck by lightning. Inhaling sharply, he felt the familiar shift in the world around him; the setting sun cast long shadows, kicking the neon glow of the city into motion. He reached out with his senses, feeling the gentle heartbeats of those within the house—his trusted companions, the other vampires, the fae guards, their throbbing lives a comforting lullaby.
He quickly rose, the rush of urgency propelling him forward. “Status report,” he muttered to himself, glancing briefly at the clock before calling down to the office to check for the day's events. Paperwork which would be delivered to his office before the hour was up. He showered, steam enveloping him as he allowed the water to wash away the remnants of his sleep.
As he dressed in his usual slacks and button-down shirt, he felt an unexpected pulse of inspiration. What if he did something different tonight? A treat for Sioned, who had seamlessly slipped into their chaotic life, never complaining and always remaining out of harm’s way when the others prowled the halls. She deserved a moment of joy amidst their dark existence.
After sliding on his shoes, he headed to her suite, rapping lightly on the door. “Sioned, you awake?” he called, though deep down he knew she was already alert, waiting for his presence. (07/22/24 09:44:44 pm) Someone's Kitty S I O N E D | Human | Bleeder Dens - Kitty || Chicago | The Presidium | (freeform supernatural) |
..:Sioned's Room:.. ...Navarre House... ..Chicago Suburb.. .Town of Lake Forest, IL.
says to || Navarre's Liege Lord: She was definitely awake, the door to her balcony was open and the cool air of the evening came softly flowing inside. She was curled on the loveseat in a blanket drinking some tea.
She heard the door open and turned her gaze to you with a smile, nodding
"Yes, I'm on the balcony drinking tea."
there was joy, she was used to being around Vampires so it wasn't that hard to adjust from the dens to being here. Well after the awful withdrawal that seemed to take forever btw.
She usually left the room when you were going downstairs, she did spend some time in your office, usually reading, curled on one of the sofas or in a large chair. You do have very comfortable furniture.
Currently she was finishing her tea on the balcony and watching the stars sparkle in the sky.
"It's a lovely evening."
she was wearing a simple dress, longer than what she'd been wearing at the dens. Adjusting her wardrobe, because she wanted to and also when you did decide to take her out she wanted to look as she always imagined.. respectable. (07/22/24 09:59:18 pm) || Navarre's Liege Lord ||
M I C H A E L - W E B S T E R
Vampire Master - Navarre House Monsters aren't born, they are made. Chicago - The Presidium
..:Sioned's Room:.. ...Navarre House... ..Chicago Suburb.. .Town of Lake Forest, IL.
says to Someone's Kitty S : He'd stood in the dim hallway, a shadow of his former self. Time had a peculiar way of slipping through his fingers, much like the endless nights spent mourning Kyra. But tonight, something shifted in the air—an electric pulse that brought him to the balcony after she called out.
The moon hung low, casting a silver sheen over the garden as he stepped onto the balcony, drawn by Sioned’s soft voice. She was seated on the chaise, bathed in moonlight, the faint glow highlighting the delicate curve of her neck and the shimmer of her vibrant hair. He felt a flutter in his chest—a warmth that momentarily thawed the ice surrounding his heart shaped by loss.
"You're lovely," he murmured, leaning against the railing, his gaze fixated on her instead of the meticulously tended rosebushes below. "You’ve been cooped up too often while I've been busy," he said softly, a hint of concern on his brow. "What would you like to do tonight? Your choice." As he asked, he identified the tea she was drinking, it bringing a smile to his lips. He was already accustomed to at least one thing about her. (07/22/24 10:08:26 pm) Someone's Kitty S I O N E D | Human | Bleeder Dens - Kitty || Chicago | The Presidium | (freeform supernatural) |
..:Sioned's Room:.. ...Navarre House... ..Chicago Suburb.. .Town of Lake Forest, IL.
says to || Navarre's Liege Lord: Blue eyes shifting to watch you step onto the balcony, taking along sip of tea as you speak. she blushes softly, long lashes flutter as she looks down "Thank you" She certainly felt different than she had since she was 13, well even as long as she could remember really. But yes, something has changed. she felt hopeful, optimistic. Perhaps even a bit of courage in starting something new.
Her eyes widen a little at the prospect of going out. She smiles and takes a breath. "I don't know. I don't really know what is around or what there is to do at night. Maybe out for a meal?" Her eyes widen a little more, and so does her smile "Dancing. Back home there used to be town hall dances that we used to sneak in to watch before things changed. I actually go to dance at one of them. They were lots of fun. "
ok she's hopeful. "Or a walk by the lake? Or both!" she laughs softly. Ok there was so much that could be done. She wasn't sure if there were any town hall dances on tonight though. She didn't want to go to a club or bar. They were too close to what she knew before. (07/22/24 10:18:14 pm) || Navarre's Liege Lord ||
M I C H A E L - W E B S T E R
Vampire Master - Navarre House Monsters aren't born, they are made. Chicago - The Presidium
..:Sioned's Room:.. ...Navarre House... ..Chicago Suburb.. .Town of Lake Forest, IL.
says to Someone's Kitty S : As he listened to her chat animatedly about the night’s possibilities, a warmth spread through him, melting away the layers of tension he’d worn for days. Her laughter was infectious, and he found himself smiling, feeling almost human again. “I’m sure we can get a seat at one of the restaurants,” he suggested, his voice light, almost playful.
In the back of his mind, the familiar pang lurked—after all, it was easy enough for a vampire like him to secure a table, even in the most crowded places. A subtle twist of thought would render any obstacle insignificant. Yet, he wanted nothing more than to savor this moment with her, a mortal whose presence had become an unexpected balm to his centuries-old soul, tempering even in such a small way, the loss of his Kyra.
He tilted his head, his smile deepening as he observed her sparkling eyes, alive with excitement about the evening. It struck him then—how long had it been since he truly relaxed? Days, perhaps weeks filled with responsibilities and the weight of his past had clouded his heart. This night, he decided, would be different.
“I can have someone check on dance halls,” he offered, “but I know for certain there’s a lovely path by the lake and downtown by the river. It’s rather famous, or so I’ve heard.” (07/22/24 10:26:43 pm) Someone's Kitty S I O N E D | Human | Bleeder Dens - Kitty || Chicago | The Presidium | (freeform supernatural) |
..:Sioned's Room:.. ...Navarre House... ..Chicago Suburb.. .Town of Lake Forest, IL.
says to || Navarre's Liege Lord: Since bringing her here you had always been attentive, when you were with her. Even when you were working and she tagged along. Now that she was better she hoped she could help you with some work to help ease that burden. Her eyes lighting up again as you talk of getting a seat in a restaurant, she nods softly "That sounds wonderful! I'll let you pick the restaurant. It doesn't have to be fancy though." she liked fancy, but it really didn't have to be such, though she would leave it to you.
setting her cup on the table beside her she unfurls her legs and moves to stand, slipping her feet into her shoes, a pair of comfortable flats before taking two steps towards you to lean against the railing too.
At the mention of checking for dances she beams "Oh that sounds lovely! Yes definitely want to do that then. I love walking and water." anoter soft augh and she blushes slightly realizing just how exuberant she's being right now, pausing to chew her lip with a grin (07/22/24 10:42:45 pm) || Navarre's Liege Lord ||
M I C H A E L - W E B S T E R
Vampire Master - Navarre House Monsters aren't born, they are made. Chicago - The Presidium
..:Sioned's Room:.. ...Navarre House... ..Chicago Suburb.. .Town of Lake Forest, IL.
says to Someone's Kitty S : He chuckled as he stood on the balcony, the shimmering city skyline, in the distance, painted a backdrop for the evening ahead. The air buzzed with anticipation as he mentally conversed with the vampire stationed downstairs, who sifted through the best culinary spots. "LH Rooftop," the vampire suggested, his ancient voice echoing in Michael’s mind, "a luxurious place with first-class cuisine. Perfect for the occasion."
Michael nodded to himself, absently draping his arm about her shoulders as she leaned against the railing, as he pictured the elegant venue perched over the river, its lights twinkling like stars in the dusk. A perfect place for a stroll after dinner. A small worry fluttered in his stomach; he hoped the portions were generous and not the namby-pamby tidbits one often encountered at upscale restaurants. (07/22/24 10:47:51 pm) || Navarre's Liege Lord ||
M I C H A E L - W E B S T E R
Vampire Master - Navarre House Monsters aren't born, they are made. Chicago - The Presidium
..:Sioned's Room:.. ...Navarre House... ..Chicago Suburb.. .Town of Lake Forest, IL.
says to Someone's Kitty S : He chuckled as he stood on the balcony, the shimmering city skyline, in the distance, painted a backdrop for the evening ahead. The air buzzed with anticipation as he mentally conversed with the vampire stationed downstairs, who sifted through the best culinary spots. "LH Rooftop," the vampire suggested, his ancient voice echoing in his mind, "a luxurious place with first-class cuisine. Perfect for the occasion."
He nodded to himself, absently draping his arm about her shoulders as she leaned against the railing, as he pictured the elegant venue perched over the river, its lights twinkling like stars in the dusk. A perfect place for a stroll after dinner. A small worry fluttered in his stomach; he hoped the portions were generous and not the namby-pamby tidbits one often encountered at upscale restaurants.
"You’re looking lovely, Sioned," he said, admiration lacing his voice. Her luscious red locks cascaded over one shoulder, and the moment felt suspended in time as he found himself fixated in the vibrant color. "Do you want to change?" He asked a moment later, thinking she didn't need to, but he needed to retrieve his jacket... and, of course, put on his shoes. Though socked feet were acceptable in the house, not so much out in public.
Someone's Kitty S I O N E D | Human | Bleeder Dens - Kitty || Chicago | The Presidium | (freeform supernatural) |
..:Sioned's Room:.. ...Navarre House... ..Chicago Suburb.. .Town of Lake Forest, IL.
says to || Navarre's Liege: Her eyes lit up at the mention of the rooftop restaurant. nodding softly "That sounds lovely." it really did and the rooftop, that would be a beautiful view.
A smile as your arm slips around her shoulders naturally drawing her close to you, those full lips lifting a bright smile. Blue eyes lifted to you. Your next words to her make her blush just a little "Thank you. I think I should be fine. I can.. " she doesn't have a purse and that realization makes her blush a little more ".. Just slip my shoes on and I'm ready to go."
She too felt time stop for that moment and forgot she was holding a breath until she went to breathe again.
She would wait for you to move before she would. To say she was enjoying this moment was an understatement. (07/23/24 11:37:32 am) || Navarre's Liege Lord||
M I C H A E L - W E B S T E R
Vampire Master - Navarre House Monsters aren't born, they are made. Chicago - The Presidium
..:Sioned's Room:.. ...Navarre House... ..Chicago Suburb.. .Town of Lake Forest, IL.
says to Someone's Kitty S : He pressed a kiss to he forehead before he left her to change her shoes and get what she needed for the evening out. Rather, a night out. "I'll meet you on the landing," he told her beore striding out of her room. It took only a few moments for him to return to his suite and slip into his shoes before drawing on his jacket, the thought of the evening beginning to invigorate him. He met Sioned on the landing, her bright smile lighting up the dim corridor. With a light hold on her arm, he guided her down the stairs and into the main hall, where the air buzzed with the warm hum of camaraderie of the vampires and fae that worked around the house.
Callen stood at the desk entry, engaged in friendly banter with Lillyan. “Callen, you’re in charge. I’m taking Sioned out on the town,” he said, his voice touched with an excitement they had not heard in a long time.
Callen saluted, a mischievous grin plastered across his face as his hand rested on Lillyan’s shoulder. “We’ll keep things afloat, Lilli should have your paperwork done by the time you return.”
He nodded, satisfied with the plan, before leading Sioned to the garage. The inviting roar of the idling engine seemed to resonate with his rising anticipation. “In you go,” he said, opening the door for her. The car was a sleek silver convertible, gleaming under the soft glow of the garage lights. As she slipped into the passenger seat, he felt a rush of feeling wash over him. The loss of Kyra, though still bitter and painful, now came with a less sharp sting. Perhaps he was making progress. (07/23/24 11:48:10 am) Someone's Kitty S I O N E D | Human | Bleeder Dens - Kitty || Chicago | The Presidium | (freeform supernatural) |
..:Sioned's Room:.. ...Navarre House... ..Chicago Suburb.. .Town of Lake Forest, IL.
says to || Navarre's Liege: Her eyes flutter closed at the kiss to her forehead, her smile remains as her eyes open again. She nods softly "Ok, I'll meet you there." She moves inside the room with you and watches you leave while she puts her shoes on. A pair of wedge heels that matched the dress she was wearing. The dress was a shade of blue that brought her eyes. Her make was subtle but everything done to bring out her eyes and striking features.
She meets you at the landing and takes your arm as you walk her down the stairs. She smiles to Callen and Lillyan. Her eyes looking about as she smiles to the others that she's had interactions with in her time here.
Her own eyes echoing the excitement that you held in your voice. (07/23/24 12:11:19 pm) || Navarre's Liege Lord||
M I C H A E L - W E B S T E R
Vampire Master - Navarre House Monsters aren't born, they are made. Chicago - The Presidium
..:Street:.. ..Chicago's Alleys and Streets.. .City of Chicago, IL. says to Someone's Kitty S : He waited a moment after he’d settled Sioned into her seat before taking his own behind the wheel. The familiar smell of leather reassured him, and as he turned on the radio, a soft melody filled the air. Pausing, he clicked it off then hesitated again.
“Do you want me to put the top up?” he asked, glancing sideways at her. The night was beautiful, and though he craved the feeling of the wind, he considered that downtown might be busier than they anticipated. Without waiting for an answer, he pressed the button to draw the top up, the fabric whispering as it clicked into place.
The drive took the better part of half an hour, weaving through the bustling streets. He maneuvered into a space that seemed too small for the car, managing to slide it in with a deftness that surprised the onlookers. “It looks like this is it,” he said, eyeing the understated sign that marked the entrance.
“Up we go,” he said, as the lift whisked them upwards. At the entrance of the restaurant, a matre’d awaited them, his expression reading like a ledger of reservations. “Do you have a reservation?”
Well, he didn't. But in mere seconds, it didn’t matter, as the matre’d led them to a charming table on the ouside terrace.
“How is this, sir?” asked the matre’d, pulling back Sioned’s chair.
“It’s perfect,” he replied, stealing a glance at Sioned. (07/23/24 12:20:02 pm) Someone's Kitty S I O N E D | Human | Bleeder Dens - Kitty || Chicago | The Presidium | (freeform supernatural) |
..:Public Building:.. ..somewhere in the city.. .City of Chicago, IL. says to || Navarre's Liege: She settled in her seat, looking around the car, seeing the top down her smile widens. She enjoys the music, then looks to you as you ask. Before she can answer you put it up. She doesn't object, but she decides on the way home she'll ask for it down.
She did enjoy the drive, smiling, shifting a little so she was turned slightly towards you with a smile and hands on her knees humming softly to the music. It wasn't an awkward silence as you drove them to the restaurant.
Once there and in the parking spot, she waits for you to come around and help her out. Her arm tucked in yours as you lead her to the elevator to take them to the top. Looking around as you speak with the maitre'd. She smiles, knowing they didn't, but also knowing it didn't matter. She did understand that some vampires can make things happen. She didn't mind in situations like this though.
She moves to the seat the Maitre'd holds out for her and sits as he pushes it in. "It's lovely." her eyes to yours as she speaks, her smile wide (07/23/24 12:34:44 pm) || Navarre's Liege Lord||
M I C H A E L - W E B S T E R
Vampire Master - Navarre House Monsters aren't born, they are made. Chicago - The Presidium
..:Public Building:.. ..somewhere in the city.. .City of Chicago, IL. says to Someone's Kitty S : He smiled at her as she looked at him once he settled onto his seat. The wine was forthcoming, the first of the twelve courses would soon appear.
"This is nice," he mused, casting a glance over the city below. The sunset had earlier draped the spires in a wash of orange and gold. Now it was thick with a deep purpel that was rising up to blend into the black of a starlit night. “Beautiful,” he added, but his gaze had turned back to her, captivated by the way her hair caught the dim light. He paused a moment, allowing the warmth of those shared glances to envelop them both, then added, “Thank you. You’re making it easy… easier.” The words hovered between them. He knew all too well that ‘easy’ was merely a tempting illusion in this world of his past.
The waiter arrived, pouring wine into crystal glasses that glittered like stars. Michael picked up his glass, a spark of mischief lighting his eyes. “A toast to the prettiest girl in the land.” He raised his glass high, nearly overflowing. (07/23/24 12:53:25 pm) Someone's Kitty S I O N E D | Human | Bleeder Dens - Kitty || Chicago | The Presidium | (freeform supernatural) |
..:Public Building:.. ..somewhere in the city.. .City of Chicago, IL. says to || Navarre's Liege: Oh and she was hungry. So she was glad that the food was coming. Probably a good thing you didn't tell her there were 12 courses, but she guessed there were a few when she saw the size of the portions.
nodding to your words "Yes it is. The view is perfect. Thank you for bringing me here." taking a sip of wine.
When you said the word beautiful she knew you were already looking at her and a blush rose to her face. She'd heard it before, many times over her short life, but it was never said the way you are saying it. There was always an element of lust attached to it. It was never said from the heart of the man or woman, but from the desire and need to possess and dominate and other things that had not been permitted. But the way you said it was different and that caused a slight blush.
There is a soft tilt to her head as you say she's making it easier. "I'm glad I can help. You are making it easier for me as well. I am thankful for everything you have done for me, Michael."
when you say a toast to the prettiest girl in the land, she lifts her glass and before it touches yours she looks around with a mischievous grin "Oh where is she? I'd like to meet her." then the two glasses meet and she's still grinning as she takes a drink. (07/23/24 01:05:15 pm) || Navarre's Liege Lord||
M I C H A E L - W E B S T E R
Vampire Master - Navarre House Monsters aren't born, they are made. Chicago - The Presidium
..:Public Building:.. ..somewhere in the city.. .City of Chicago, IL. says to Someone's Kitty S : He nearly choked on the sip of wine as she played with the grape-stained glass, as if it were someone else he was complimenting. Her laughter echoed in the dimly lit rooftop terrace, thriving off the delicate ambiance of the fine restaurant. That’s one thing he appreciated about her; as she healed from the addiction that once threatened to consume her, she disregarded both him and the house they lived in as mere backgrounds to her life. She was appreciating, and that attitude made all the difference. It made it worth it.
“I like that,” he said, skillfully concealing his own hunger beneath layers of charm. “You appreciate things; it’s nice to see.”
As they spoke, a light appetizer arrived—a crispy array of delicate canapés. He sighed softly. Just what he feared. The food might be exquisite, artfully presented, yet for a vampire like him, it sufficed to highlight his gnawing emptiness. The enticing aroma wafted toward him, but he forced himself to look away. He wasn't here for himself; he was here for her.
Yes, it was her joy that filled the empty corners of his existence. The way her eyes sparkled with delight, the contagiousness of her happiness made the slight starvation he felt bearable. For a vampire bound to darkness, the warm glow radiating from her heart was a feast beyond measure. (07/23/24 01:16:53 pm) Someone's Kitty S I O N E D | Human | Bleeder Dens - Kitty || Chicago | The Presidium | (freeform supernatural) |
..:Public Building:.. ..somewhere in the city.. .City of Chicago, IL. says to || Navarre's Liege: Oh there was no disregard of you or the house or anything. But she knew there was more to what had happened to her since meeting you. You did things for her when you didn't have to. So many took from her without a thought of giving back. Sure she got pleasure from the feedings, but she can get pleasure from standing next to you with your arm around her shoulder.
As for your hunger, she could sense it. Being around vampires so often she'd been able to see the signs. Perhaps later she may offer. Though she's pretty sure you won't take from her.
She smiles more as you talk of her appreciating things "It's easier to do now that my head isn't so clouded with junk. I owe that to you." in fact she owed you her life.
She watched as you looked away, understood more than you could ever tell her with words. But she ate the food before her. She didn't comment on the food, though you could see by the look on her face in her eyes that she did really enjoy it. (07/23/24 01:29:46 pm) || Navarre's Liege Lord||
M I C H A E L - W E B S T E R
Vampire Master - Navarre House Monsters aren't born, they are made. Chicago - The Presidium
..:Public Building:.. ..somewhere in the city.. .City of Chicago, IL. says to Someone's Kitty S : He let his gaze linger on her as she took her first bite, watching intently as the delicate canape melted on her tongue. “I couldn’t leave you there,” he told her softly, the weight of his words heavy with concern. The backroom he had rescued her from was a den of iniquity
As he tossed back his canape in two swift bites, the hunger in his gut clanged like an alarm bell. Twelve courses, he reminded himself, a feast where distraction was the goal but Sioned’s enjoyment made it worthwhile. “I should have eaten before we left,” he chided himself internally, yet the thought dissipated in the glow of her smile and the light in her eyes.
“You’re not here for yourself,” he murmured quietly to himself, reminding himself that every morsel served was meant to lift her spirit. “Make it about her.” The words now silent in his mind. He reached for another canape, glancing at it with nonchalance before extending his hand toward her, a silent offering. “Do you like it?” as he waited for her to take a bite. (07/23/24 01:38:47 pm) Someone's Kitty S I O N E D | Human | Bleeder Dens - Kitty || Chicago | The Presidium | (freeform supernatural) |
..:Public Building:.. ..somewhere in the city.. .City of Chicago, IL. says to || Navarre's Liege: There is a soft nod of her head. She remembers well. She also remembers when you offered to bring her... home ... she couldn't refuse. In part because it would be where you are, but also because she knew you were right. She knew that she would die there if she stayed and she remembered the day she left the orphanage and what she thought was a cab came to pick her up only to bring her to a place wher she would lose her freedom.
Now she found herself wanting to make decisions for her.. but also for you. It was hard to explain. In her head she knew what she meant, but she found it hard to put it into words. "Thank you." she's been saying thank you to you a lot since the day you brought her home, and she will probably continue to say it.. each time from her heart.
If she heard your murmurings she doesn't show it. The smile on her face hasn't changed only grown with each course of food. Truth is nothing has ever been about her. Each time she came to another Master or Mistress, it was about them and their desires. This was different though. Yes it was your decision to help her, but it was about her.. she sees that, and while she dislikes being the center of things.. It's nice to be noticed for who she is, not what she can do for someone.
At your question she nods enthusiastically. "Oh Yes.. ver much.. " taking a bite from the silent offering, her eyes meeting yours as she does, locking for a moment with them before looking away as a light blush colors her cheeks again (07/23/24 02:03:17 pm) || Navarre's Liege Lord||
M I C H A E L - W E B S T E R
Vampire Master - Navarre House Monsters aren't born, they are made. Chicago - The Presidium
..:Public Building:.. ..somewhere in the city.. .City of Chicago, IL. says to Someone's Kitty S : As was his habit, he didn't pry into her thoughts. He had been burned by that instinct before, and now found solace in silence, letting his gaze linger on her across the candlelit table, continuing to watch as she savored her meal. The clatter of forks and the faint murmur of laughter surrounded them, but he was cocooned in an enveloping silence that distanced him from the world—and from his own thoughts.
As she moved through yet another course, this one a creamy concoction in a small bowl that at first glance appeared sweet but was a savory surprise. A familiar sensation coursed through him. A need to protect her, a familiar echo of the bond he once shared with Kyra. He pushed the thought away, knowing all too well where it had led him—an empty seat across from him, the weight of loss redefining his every day.
She seemed to savor each course, her delicate fingers navigating the plates as they were placed before her. First, the tidbits, then the warm soup, the vibrant salad, and finally something more substantial that he appreciated. The tension in him grew, thickening like the buttery sauce served alongside the lobster tail. The echoes of Kyra’s laughter haunted him like a ghost on the edge of the dinner table. He wasn’t sure when he had begun to feel protective of Sioned. She was kind, genuine—a sharp contrast to his past. But so dangerously close to a heart he had sworn to guard.
“Damn it,” he muttered, stabbing the filet before him. The red interior glistened invitingly, rare and tender, just as he liked it. It was a distraction, at least, yet each bite felt like betraying the resolve he held.
He shook his head internally, reminding himself of the boundaries. What was he doing? This was supposed to be a simple dinner, nothing more. Yet, the twinkle in her eye spoke of enthusiastic adventure, tempting him to cross the line. The steaming plate of lobster and filet before him elicited his hunger, yet his heart hung heavy, torn between denial and desire. (07/23/24 02:28:03 pm) || Navarre's Liege Lord||
M I C H A E L - W E B S T E R
Vampire Master - Navarre House Monsters aren't born, they are made. Chicago - The Presidium
..:Public Building:.. ..somewhere in the city.. .City of Chicago, IL. says to Someone's Kitty S : It was Sioned's words, the sparkle that remained in her eyes as she tried to defy the darker emotions that threatened. He sensed her unease, the weight of the moment mingling with the aroma of the meal before them. Twinkling candles cast dancing shadows on their plates, yet the atmosphere felt heavy, like the calm before a storm.
He looked down at the filet, its seared surface glossy under the light. Then, allowing the corner of his mouth to quirk up, he broke the tension. “It looks like I’m trying to kill a slice of beef,” he remarked, his tone light as he pushed scattered thoughts into compliance, forcing himself to match her playful spirit.
As she looked up at him, he again realized a tenderness blossoming within him—a feeling he'd kept bottled after the battle, the deaths. It was a tenderness that sprung from shared moments, from laughter, and perhaps from something deeper, something unsaid.
“More wine,” he declared, lifting the bottle and pouring the last of the ruby-rich liquid into her glass, the crimson swirling like the untamed thoughts in his mind. Dishes awaited—salad to start, followed by dessert—a promise of sweetness amidst the savory.
But as he stared at her, he felt the weight of the unspoken. “Sioned,” he said suddenly, capturing her attention, the air around them growing taut, electric with possibility. This was no ordinary dinner. Tonight, he realized he needed to unearth the truth that lay between them. Was it just appreciation in her, and just how much did he really want to let himself care for her. (07/23/24 02:37:32 pm) Someone's Kitty S I O N E D | Human | Bleeder Dens - Kitty || Chicago | The Presidium | (freeform supernatural) |
..:Public Building:.. ..somewhere in the city.. .City of Chicago, IL. says to || Navarre's Liege: She would do her best to keep her thoughts from betraying her and revealing her insecurities. Smiling at your words and nodding "Did you succeed? It would be a shame to hear it moo as you bit into it."
What she noticed and felt were probably not what was happening, but not being able to read minds, only noticing body language and watching the play of emotions that skittered barely across your face were all she had to go on. Perhaps she would be brave and start a conversation.
.. later.
A smile rise higher as you poured the last of the wine into her glass. She sipped at it. As the rest of the meal was delicious. She didn't drink much more wine. She didn't want the liquid and it's effects to color her night. Waiting for last of the courses as you say her name.
Her eyes light up as she lifts them to meet yours. A Breath is taken. There is a lot of appreciation, yes, but she really was growing to care for you. WAs it love? NOt yet, and the thought of loving someone scared her.. but you made the possibility worth it. Still she waited quietly her eyes remaining locked with yours for you to continue. (07/23/24 02:54:50 pm) || Navarre's Liege Lord||
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Vampire Master - Navarre House Monsters aren't born, they are made. Chicago - The Presidium
..:Public Building:.. ..somewhere in the city.. .City of Chicago, IL. says to Someone's Kitty S : As they sat at the table, the warm glow of the candlelight flickered softly between them, created a cocoon of intimacy that he felt was suffocating. “I find I’m growing too fond of you and... as much as I want to, as much as my instincts want to take this farther, I can’t. Not now. Maybe not for a long time.”
The truth hit him like a cold wave crashing over warm sand — that was not the confession he intended to make. What he had meant to say was so much simpler, yet so much more profound. “I’m growing more attracted to you; I’m afraid I’m falling for you in a way that I didn’t expect.”
Instead, he had barricaded his heart with words that betrayed every emotion swirling in his chest. He wanted to reach across the table, to entwine his fingers with hers, but instead, he let a chasm widen.
His heart ached as he regarded her with that bright smile which had been on her face, in her eyes. He realized then that in fear of moving past Kyra, his memories, that love, he had unknowingly crafted a prison for both of them, one that might take a long time to break free from. He understood he had created more than distance; he had erected a wall that was both infuriating and entirely his own making. (07/23/24 03:07:26 pm) Someone's Kitty S I O N E D | Human | Bleeder Dens - Kitty || Chicago | The Presidium | (freeform supernatural) |
..:Public Building:.. ..somewhere in the city.. .City of Chicago, IL. says to || Navarre's Liege: Her eyes lit up as you started speaking, but that light died as you continued. Her heart was beating quickly and she took a breath to calm herself down as she shifts her gaze. She nods softly and speaks softly, though her voice doesn't have the same energy it did before. "I understand." she was flawed, broken, not worthy of your attention. She understood that. Knew that from the start. But she was also heart broken and she couldn't hide that from you as it felt overwhelming to her at the moment. She'd had hope and now it had been shattered into nothing.
She didn't say anything more as she watched the wall go up around you even without meeting your gaze.
After a moment she took a breath and stood up. "Excuse me." she started towards the bathroom but at the last minute turned into to the elevator as it opened and a couple had stepped inside, entering just before it was about to close.
She remained stoic until the couple got off a few floors down, then the tears fell.
It was too good to be true. Nothing good ever comes without a price. And this one was a the cost of her heart.
As the doors opened on the main floor she started towards the entrance to make it outside before she collapsed or threw up. She had no idea where she was going, but she needed out. She knew by her reaction that you would have figured out she was starting to fall for you too, she figured she couldn't out run you and when you came after her, if you did, she'd go back to your house with you. But for now she was leaning against the building trying not to fall apart as her world once again crumbles. (07/23/24 03:24:49 pm) || Navarre's Liege Lord||
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Vampire Master - Navarre House Monsters aren't born, they are made. Chicago - The Presidium
..:Public Building:.. ..somewhere in the city.. .City of Chicago, IL. says to Someone's Kitty S : It didn’t take a vampire to sense that he’d just broken her heart as much as he’d shattered his own. He sat frozen, watching her retreating figure, the words he had flung at her too heavy to take back. They had been harsh, unkind, out of fear rather than truth. You damn fool, he berated himself, urgency coursing through his veins like adrenaline.
Her back was turned to him as she walked away, her silhouette cut against the night sky. It was a sight that stirred something deep within him, a realization of impending loss. She was leaving; he felt it not only in the space growing between them but also in the desolation that began to swallow him whole.
“Fuck,” he growled, frustration boiling over. With a reckless heart, he tossed the napkin onto the table and vaulted over the terrace barrier. Then dropped the twenty floors to the pavement below. It was a descent into regret.
He found her standing small and fragile against the unforgiving wall of the building. Her sorrow radiated around her like a dark mist, and it tore at him, a painful reminder of his own ignorance. What have I done?
In a desperate rush, he closed the distance, wrapping his arms around her. “I’m sorry. I’m just... afraid.” The words fell from his lips, raw and honest, filling the empty spaces wrought by his earlier words.
As he held her tightly, his lips brushing against her hair, he whispered apologies. “I’m so, so sorry. I'll never hurt you again” Each word was a plea, a silent vow to mend the fractures he had caused. (07/23/24 03:41:09 pm) Someone's Kitty S I O N E D | Human | Bleeder Dens - Kitty || Chicago | The Presidium | (freeform supernatural) |
..:Public Building:.. ..somewhere in the city.. .City of Chicago, IL. says to || Navarre's Liege: By the time you got to her she'd thrown up three times already. All the food that she'd eaten were now partly digested splatters on the ground. She'd turned away from it as she crouched there, leaning against the building just hoping she wouldn't throw up again.
She wanted to push you away as your arms wrapped around and at the same time she didn't but she suddenly didn't have the strength and silent tears fell against your jacket. There are no words she can speak right now. It really had been too good to be true. She was flawed and broken. Who would want her? She'd flung herself at Vampires since she turned 18, not because she wanted to but because she had no other choice. But no one saw that part. Except you.
Still she was too broken for you to want.
She heard your words but didn't speak.. her hand going to her stomach again as she forced herself not to throw up again. The surge of violent emotions and insecurities were causing havoc on her stomach, among other things.
She was stupid. It was that simple. She vowed to not be that stupid again.
After a few minutes she takes a breath and barely a whisper would heard "I'm ready to go" go where? Wherever you decide to take her, if back to your house or leave her someplace else.. it didn't matter anymore. If she heard your words prior she wouldn't even know to react as her own thoughts were raging louder in her head and drowned out everything else. Everything everyone ever said to her and her own insecurities screaming that she was wrong to have hoped.
If she did hear.. she would have said she's terrified. ((Big meanie!! lol)) (07/23/24 03:59:14 pm) || Navarre's Liege Lord||
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Vampire Master - Navarre House Monsters aren't born, they are made. Chicago - The Presidium
..:Public Building:.. ..somewhere in the city.. .City of Chicago, IL. says to Someone's Kitty S : The bitterness of the vomit burned his nostrils, a tangible reminder of his self-inflicted wounds. Sioned stood beside him, an apparition of pain, her features clouded with disbelief. He could feel her detaching, a slow unraveling that left him loath to let go. He knew she wouldn’t listen. Hell, even he didn't want to hear himself.
“Very well,” he murmured, voice subdued, like a man at a funeral—because that’s what this felt like: the death of their connection. “Look, I’m—” Sorry remained unspoken, but he pressed on, “I’ll take you home.” There was nowhere else to offer; home was their only refuge, now fraught with unsteady memories.
The drive back was cloaked in silence, thick and suffocating. Instead of the garage, he parked in front of the house. “Come on, let’s go inside,” he said, but the enthusiasm that once colored his words evaporated like the laughter that used to echo between them.
Inside, Callen and Lilli looked up from their desk, surprise painting their faces. “You’re back…” Callen began, uncertainty lacing his tone, which quickly shifted to concern. “How did it—”
Before he could finish, Lilli jumped up. “Oh! Wait—I just remembered something!” She darted to the back of the house, her footsteps echoing the urgency of her escape. Callen’s gaze flicked between them, the understanding weighing heavily in the air. "I'll come with you," he called out to Lilli and followed the younger vampire.
Michael, dripping with remorse, finally released Sioned’s arm. “I’m really sorry,” he whispered, the words barely a breath. “It’s not what I meant to say. I hope you know that.” But the distance between them felt infinite, a chasm formed by misunderstandings and apologies that now meant little, leaving him yearning for a bridge that may never be built. (07/23/24 04:15:42 pm) Someone's Kitty S I O N E D | Human | Bleeder Dens - Kitty || Chicago | The Presidium | (freeform supernatural) |
..:Public Building:.. ..somewhere in the city.. .City of Chicago, IL. says to || Navarre's Liege: She really didn't know what else to do. She felt cold both inside and out, and she loathed that feeling. A breath is taken and she nods. Oh she would listen, if her mind would stop screaming long enough. The wound felt fresh.
She knew fear, she knew terror. But caring for someone like those who had willfully enslaved her and bound her up with an addiction was.. terrifying. She really did care for you, a lot. Even in the midst of this situation.
What could she say? Right now everything she said would come out in anger and utter heartbreak so she let the ride home be a time to sort through her thoughts and emotions and everything that had happened.
When reaching the house she nods at going inside. She doesn't wait for you to open her door, she opens her own and gets out. But she waits for you before going in. UPon seeing Callen and Lilli she lowers her gaze and takes a breath as she turns into you to hide the red eyes. She waits for them to disappear and you release her arm before she starts towards the stairs. Pausing, she looks back, her blue eyes wide filled with all the emotions she's feeling as she whispers softly. "I'm scared too."
she turns back and starts up the stairs. The look in her eyes would show not all hope is lost. Barely a whisper might be heard "give me time."
She hadn't really expected you to come after her, especially over the side of the building. That told her more than your words up top had. She was still hurt, and there was a damaged trust. Perhaps it was a good thing she didn't know how to truly let go.
Heartbroken, yes.. betrayed? She's pretty sure the only time she felt that was when she realized the orphanage had sold her to the man who had visited her many times that would turn out to be a vampire, all the while pretending she was going to have an awesome wonderful life.
She still dared to hope, against all odds. Even after tonight, she still dared to hope as she went upstairs and disappeared into her room, the door shutting with a soft click. (07/23/24 04:24:20 pm) || Navarre's Liege Lord||
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Vampire Master - Navarre House Monsters aren't born, they are made. Chicago - The Presidium
..:Training Arena, Navarre House:.. ..Chicago Suburb.. .Town of Lake Forest, IL. says to Someone's Kitty S : He watched as she walked away from him, feeling as if she was walking out of his life, in spite of her words, her plea for more time. Each step felt like a distant drumbeat, a countdown to something irrevocable. Her silhouette softened in the dim light as she disappeared upstairs, and a strange, oppressive silence fell over the room. It was then he noticed the emptiness; the festive laughter and fae whispers had faded, leaving only him, and the echo of her absence.
His heart shattered with every slow heartbeat, fragments scattering like leaves on autumn wind. The world felt heavier than before. “They ought to be here,” he murmured to no one, a plea lost in the stillness. He quietly called out, “You can come back, I’ll be… outside.” The walls closed in, too close to the reality he couldn’t bear.
Taking a deep breath, he discarded his clothing piece by piece—shoes, socks, the jacket, his shirt, until he stood before the night air, vulnerable yet determined. Clad in nothing but shorts and a t-shirt, he made his way to the training area in the rear of the house.
He walked across the grass, hoping to absorb its vitality to counteract the emptiness within. But it didn’t work. As he reached the first bench, he found himself sitting down hard, bowing over and clutching the back of his head. The moon poured its silver light onto him, a stark reminder of what once was and what could never be.
In that moment, the rhythm of night enveloped him, mingling with his silent sorrow as he surrendered to the grief that had settled deep inside. Suddenly he sank to his knees, curled over against himself and against the ground. His first sob broke the silence in the house, drawing others to look outside and then to each other in empathy. He cries for those he lost and loved so many months before was the first real ones he's shed since it happened.
Callen felt his own tears spilling over and knew it did for the others in the house. Everyone had cried since that day. Everyone had mourned. Except for him. Until tonight in the torrent of savage sobs that shook the house and rattled the senses of those around. (07/23/24 04:33:30 pm) Someone's Kitty S I O N E D | Human | Bleeder Dens - Kitty || Chicago | The Presidium | (freeform supernatural) |
..:Training Arena, Navarre House:.. ..Chicago Suburb.. .Town of Lake Forest, IL. says to || Navarre's Liege: She heard you, loud and clear, saying they could come back that he would be outside. Even your whisper seemed to echo through the empty halls. She moved to the balcony and watched as you wandered out and discarded your clothing. Taking a breath and watching.
Tears fell from her eyes. She knew a little of what happened, but not much.
She had taken her shoes off and turned from the balcony, feet carrying her quickly down the stairs. The tears almost making her fall down them, but she caught herself. Easy steps took her outside to you.
Her steps were careful and slow. If anyone tried to stop her, she ignored them or pushed off with her hand. Reaching you she crouches down, sinking to her knees. The realization that time wasn't their friend had hit her hard in that moment. Tentatively her hand touches your back and she wraps herself around you, her own wet tears falling to your back as her head rests on a shoulder.
And she doesn't let go.. you'd have to throw her off you in order for that to happen. She's quiet, just .. there..
He didn't move when he felt her presence behind him. Nor did his position change when she knelt down and wrapped her body over his as if in silent communion and sharing of his sorrow. Shadows danced among the trees, furthering his isolation, and he was too lost in his own raw release of pain to acknowledge her. The cries that had clawed their way out of him echoed in his mind, a cacophony that screamed of heartache.
It was only when the sobs began to ebb, and the sharp sounds faded like a distant storm, that Callen walked from the house, his footsteps deliberate against the gravel.
"My liege," Callen said quietly, standing over him, the weight of authority mingling with concern. He waited patiently for him to sit up, for Sioned to rise as well. Then he offered a bottle filled with deep crimson liquid. "You need to feed, sir... especially now, with such rawness of emotion you’ve been feeling."
With a ghost of a smile almost unrecognizable, he accepted the bottle, uncapping it and taking a deep drink. It burned through his throat like fire, nudging him back toward life. He could feel Callen's watchful eyes on him, judging less than he suspected, understanding more than he desired.
He avoided looking at Sioned, not from rejection but out of shame, ashamed to unveil the fractured shards of himself he had become. The warmth of her presence nestled against him had crumbled the walls he built against the world.
In that moment, he realized his free hand gripped hers, as if her delicate softness was the only anchor keeping him from drifting into oblivion. She was there, a beacon in his darkest hour, and a promise of something he had buried.
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She didn't move, she just held you, her own tears felt on your back, her head still on your shoulder. She understood that kind of weeping, that sudden acknowledgement of a loss. Though the situations were entirely different, she was happy to be here for you.
When Callen came over she smiled softly to him, moving only as you moved. If you stood, she did, if you remained seated.. then she remained there too. No longer resting her head on your shoulder, but a small smile as you held her hand.
She watches you, but says nothing so far. She doesn't need to. She's here for you, with you. Taking a soft breath as you hold her hand and drink from the bottle. When you avoid her gaze she doesn't stop you. Not yet anyway.
And yes, she's here. She's not going anywhere. Hearing your cry brought a realization to her and she would push aside her fear and for once.. she would be brave.
Fear was a relic of Michael's distant past, a mere whisper from the time when he was still human, grasping at the threads of life. Now, as a vampire, centuries had dulled his senses and wrapped his heart in an armor forged from immortality. The terrors of humanity, those frail echoes of emotion, had transformed into a mere shiver of memory, scarcely a flicker in the vast ocean of his existence, uncovered only with Kyra in his life and now returning to that impenetrable fortress with his loss of her.
Yet, in the dim light of dusk, a particular shudder rolled through him, not from the chilly embrace of night but from the sharp reality of his situation. Callen, his devoted Captain, handed him a bottle of the fiery blood mixture that Colette had crafted and bottled with her own meticulous care. Michael cursed her in his mind for conjuring such a temptation, an annoyance that pulled at the very foundations of his carefully constructed composure.
Beside him stood Sioned, her presence a balm to his increasingly troubled spirit. He could feel the waves of worry and resolution radiating from her, an emotional tide that fought against the ever-growing storm within him. It was her sweetness that disarmed him, the purity of her heart that made him hesitate to reveal the chaos he had imprisoned within. He couldn’t bear to shatter her innocence with the weight of his own burdens. She had come to him, and in that act alone, she had exposed a tenderness he didn't know how to handle. Worse, he wasn't sue he wanted to handle.
"You came," Michael declared, the statement a fact hanging heavily in the air rather than a question. His voice, laced with solemnity, resonated with the ring of truth, veiled under years of suppressed feelings. Callen must have sensed the shift, as he watched from the periphery, a silent observer to the unfolding dynamics.
“Liege,” Callen interjected, breaking the silence that draped over the two. Michael turned his attention reluctantly from Sioned, recognizing the need to address the present.
“Yes?” he replied, a slight edge of impatience creeping into his tone.
“A meal has been prepared, if you’re hungry,” Callen stated matter-of-factly, as if inquiring if Michael needed a coat on a chilly evening.
Michael shot him a disbelieving glance; hunger was not a question for these vampires. It was an unquenchable thirst, a primal urge that gnawed at the edges of their existence. The need for sustenance would always loom over him, a shadow that refused to dissipate.
“Yes, I’ll be in shortly,” he responded, acknowledging Callen with a nod as the loyal Captain made his way back inside the house.
With Callen gone, Michael turned his focus back to Sioned, the weight of unasked questions hanging in the air like the scent of rain before a storm. “Why? Why did you come out here?” he ventured, his tone softer, tinged with the curiosity buried beneath layers of uncertainty.
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Her fears were different than most humans. She had a healthy fear of vampires for what they are and what they can do to a person, but she didn't fear being around Vampires or other beings that are not human. In fact she would probably fear an angry abusive human more than she would a vampire.
She remained quiet as you took the bottle from Callen, breaths were soft. She didn't speak only observed.
Before she can reply to your comment of her coming to you, she hears Callen speak to you and remains quiet as he lets you know of a meal being prepared. She offers a small smile to him, then turns back to you.
Your question makes her tilt her head. She takes a breath, but shrugs softly, "Because I didn't want you to be alone. I care about you Michael, a lot. And I didn't want you to be alone." her voice softens, her gaze shifts a little to look from your eyes, "You deserve to be happy." the words just above whisper.
She really does want to offer to let you feed from her, but she figures now is not the right time. She wasn't sure if there ever would be a right time.
In the dusky quiet of the backyard, they stood just shy of the training area. He was captivated by the haunting echo of Sioned’s words. “I didn’t want you to be alone.” They danced in his mind like a tender melody, striking a dissonant chord deep within him. Her voice had the soft lilt of a lullaby, reminding him of Kyra...a phantom of his past whose absence was a visceral ache.
He regarded her through lowered lashes, her presence both comforting and unsettling. She was a bright spark in his shadowed existence, yet every moment with her twined threads of bittersweet memory into the fabric of his heart. He stepped closer, the temperature shift palpable as he let his cool hand graze her warm cheek.
"Thank you,” he whispered, the words laced with a longing that lingered like a fading note. He leaned in, brushing his lips briefly against her cheek...a chastened kiss that spoke of yearning and restraint. Pulling back, he sighed, the air heavy with unsaid things.
“Thank you,” he repeated, as if those two words could weave a bridge over the chasm of loneliness that loomed between them. His sigh was soft as he took that last step, folding her into a gentle embrace.
In that heartbeat, he could feel her warmth, the steady rhythm of her pulse igniting something dormant within him. The soft rush of her blood sang a soothing lullaby, a reminder that sometimes the simplest acts were enough to dispel the darkness, if only for a fleeting moment. For him, in this stolen intimacy, it was all the music a vampire needed.
Blue eyes shift as you step closer, watching you without meeting your eyes. She knew the heart of a vampire held much pain, among other things. Memories that haunt them, or torment them. Loss she couldn't only imagine. You were no different in that aspect. While grieving is as lonely a thing as anything can be, you didn't have to alone. You should know you are cared for, not just by those that are close to you.. like Callen. But this silly human does as well.
Her eyes close as you touch her cheek, she leans slightly into your touch. She opens her eyes as you speak and press a kiss to her cheek. She nods softly, "You're welcome Michael." words just above whisper, but she knew you would hear it.
Then that last step and she felt your arms wrap around her. Her eyes closed again, her arms lifting to wrap around you as well. The contrast of cold and warmth was not missed on her, her head resting against your chest with a soft sigh. Her eyes closing again as she let a breath go she didn't realize she was holding and relaxed a little in the embrace.
He felt her soft exhalation, felt the relaxation of her body against his as they embraced beneath the night sky. His heart stuttered in reply, his cheek absently rubbing against her head, the soft tresses of her hair pressed against his skin.
He drifted into memory, lost in the comfort of her presence. "Oh, I have missed you." His whisper, barely a sigh, seemed to hang heavy in the cool night air. In that moment, he was reminded of Kyra...the last night they shared, the warmth of her laughter, the vulnerability of love. Those moments had soothed the savage beast within him, banishing the darkness that threatened to consume his very essence.
“I’ve missed you,” he murmured again, tilting Sioned's head back to kiss her gently. The connection of their lips was electric, but then a ripple of wrongness surged through him. The scent that enveloped him had changed; the familiar warmth of deep brown tresses was replaced by the burnished copper of Sioned’s.
His eyes widened, sorrow flooding his heart. This was Sioned, not the memory of Kyra, and yet a shadow lingered in the depths of his gaze. “Sioned,” he breathed, the name falling from his lips like a lament.
“I’m sorry,” he said, though the words felt inadequate, small against the torrent of emotions that surged within him. But he refused to let his, past define this moment. Drawing her closer, he kissed her again, this time with urgency and need, seeking to carve out a new memory where the old one could not intrude. This was Sioned, vivid and real, and he would embrace her fully with every ounce of his being.
It has been a long time since she's been kissed. But even longer since she's been confused for being another. Though she doesn't see it so much as confusion, as lost in a memory. She wasn't upset when your lips found hers, not that, for a moment you thought she was another.
When you say her name she smiles. When you say that you're sorry her fingers move to your lips. "Sshhhh..." Anything else she was going to speak are lost in the next kiss. This one was for her and you. Her lips opening slightly as yours cover them. Her body remaining relaxed with you...you would embrace her.. she would let you. Giving every ounce of herself to you.
Her fingers lightly caressing your cheek as they kiss and as she very obviously kisses you back
The moon hung low, casting a silvery light across them as they stood wrapped in a moment that felt eternal. Her soft touch, the brush of her fingers against his lips, stilled the words he had prepared to speak. The barely breathed "shhh" from her was a spell that stifled any thought of doubt, and instead enveloped him in warmth.
His lips met hers, a tender interlude that conveyed more than any hesitant words could. He was soothed by the kiss, feelers uncoiling from the tension that had knotted within him for too long. When their lips finally separated, a soft sigh escaped him, and he held her close, as if to shield her from the world beyond their embrace.
"Walk with me," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper, as though the night was alive, eager to absorb their secrets.
As they walked, he cast a glance towards the house. Callen had meant well, setting the dining table with starched linens and crystal goblets, anticipating that the restaurant's offerings would fall short of their heightened needs.
In that moment, the night enveloped them, a sanctuary where the world faded, and only they existed under the protective veil of the stars until they were finally beneath the roof of Navarre.
The kiss indeed spoke more than words could convey, for both of them. She felt the tension uncoil and fall away. In that moment there was only you and her, held in an embrace bodies pressed together in that soft kiss. When lips separated she was a little breathless. Her eyes closed as you held her to you, her head resting against you.
There is a soft nod when you say to walk with you. She walks with you, still wrapped in your arm, hers around your waist. It was a beautiful night. Enjoying the night air. She didn't feel cold. Walking, comfortable in the silence.. lost in your presence and the night sky that wrapped around them. Nothing else mattered. Only you here with her. Only when our path takes us beneath the room of the house does the world threaten to invade. Still she remains resolute in being near you.
He felt the loose hold on Sioned slip away as they approached the house, its windows blazing like sentinels in the night. Despite the coming chill in the air, the comforting scent of venison roast and potatoes wafted toward him, sharpening his hunger. Martin, the chef, had outdone himself, as always.
"I’m starving," he murmured under his breath as they ascended the steps. Inside, the warmth enveloped him, a stark contrast to the night outside. Guiding Sioned through the back hall, he pushed open the door to the dining room, marveling for a moment at the table laid out for a feast. Linens cascaded elegantly down the sides, fine china gleamed, and crystal glasses sparkled in the soft glow of candlelight.
“It looks lovely,” he said to Anya, who stood at the threshold, her eyes reflecting the flickering flames. She smiled and gave a curious glance to Sioned, clearly intrigued by the pair’s earlier tension.
“Shall I bring it now?” Anya asked, the query lingering in the air as Michael's stomach growled in response.
Before he could answer, a soft shuffle echoed from the front of the house. Callen and Lillyan resumed their positions, guardians at one of the entrances, their presence a reminder of the circumstances that kept them all on edge.
“Yes, thank you,” Michael replied, turning back to Anya with a nod before looking to Sioned.
"I don't expect you are hungry, but if you wish to sit with me while I feed this hunger, or you..." his eyes reflected a measure of unease. "If you wish to retire,?"
The hold may have slipped away but she was still close. She wasn't going anywhere that she knew of, walking as you guide her to the dining room. Her eyes light up at the room. She really hadn't been here much, well at all, since her arrival. Nodding as you tell Anya that it looks lovely. She did notice the curious glace to her and simply smiles softly.
Her eyes looking around the room and then to see where Callen and Lilly had taken up position. It brought a smile that they were so diligent in their protection of you. She also saw one of the Fae near the back of the room, she would guess near where you would sit. She'd seen him before, but only in passing or as he stood nearby and remained in the shadows.. when he wasn't outside supervising the training.
Your question brings a smile to her face, she look of unease has her hand gently caress your cheek "I'll sit with you." She moves to a seat closest to you. She wasn't going far. Still trying to work out in her head what to do when you go to sleep for the day. There was the obvious, but she's not sure you would want that.
After Sioned had taken her seat, he settled down at the head of the ornate table, a grand meal set for just one. The flickering candlelight cast dancing shadows on the walls, illuminating the lavish decorations that adorned the dining room—a stark contrast to the city outside. Everyone else had already eaten while he and Sioned had been driving downtown for a meal which was quite suitable for a human but a snack for one like him.
Vampires were an odd lot; some feasted solely on blood, while others indulged in a mix of blood and food. Michael belonged to a peculiar lineage that leaned decidedly toward the latter, often finding delight in flavors that would send a human reeling. He piled his plate with thick slices of roast, drowning them in a rich gravy before he added a modest serving of colorful vegetables...a feast meant to satisfy his complex cravings.
Only when his plate seemed more like a mountainous offering than a meal did he turn his gaze toward Sioned, who regarded him in silence. “I’m sorry about earlier,” he said, sincerity lacing his voice as he severed a piece of juicy beef and brought it to his lips.