Eva heard the shower turn on and her Husband sauntered back into the room . She shot him a bemused look as she slipped out of her dress and pulled her emergency back up out of her purse She washed her arms and face in the bar sink the cool wet towel traveling over her caramel skin. She glanced up at Lyonel his eyes were following her every movement she couldn't help but smile . "You know I wasn't expecting to go from hot mama to Grandma in one fell swoop He's got a son .... '' She straightened pulling the simple sheath dress over her body . She felt Lyonel behind her strong hands on her shoulders he pulled her hair slowly to one side his lips brushed her neck "One sexy Grandma " he whispered huskily as his fingers found her zipper and tugged it up slowly.
She turned slowly in his arms her arms snaking up his powerful chest. Her fingers entwined in the soft curling hair at the base of his neck . A sigh escaped her lips "We have two more humans to take care of and I would murder anyone that dared to take a bite out of his young one ... How are we going to protect them in this City Lyonel ? You know what its like out there ... we can find some relics that would protect them from feedings ... but the other things and those sadistic assholes that like pure blood don't care if its a child they are taking from . How are we going to protect him here ? Do you think Kaspar is going to want to move his family or Once we get them out of here Ever come back once he knows the danger ?" Eva's eyebrows knitted together with concern as a million other worries flooded her head at once .... a human grandchild was not what she was expecting .
This One Time I Died... ((Eva))
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Kaspar
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Re: This One Time I Died... ((Eva))
Kaspar was ushered into the bathroom, Lyonel reaching to gently muss up his hair, pushing at his head playfully like a big brother would do. "I'll grab you a towel, we can see about finding a t-shirt less covered in blood for you once you're out of the shower. We have a few hours, take a few minutes if you need them." Lyon left the room and Kaspar didn't hesitate to strip away his leather jacket, dampening a hand towel and scrubbing off the blood that had marred it's surface. He got as much off as possible, hoping it would be salvageable and if not, it wasn't his favourite of the many jackets he owned.
The blonde shrugged out of his t-shirt, glancing at the mirror, and quickly regretting it. Why the hell did they even have mirrors? The article of clothing was fairly ruined by the trails of blood that had trickled down the collar. Again, it was an item of clothing he had plenty of to spare and thus chucked it into the bin with little remorse. His boots were kicked off into a corner, untouched by the night's events and his rings, watch and devil fork shaped bracelet carefully removed piece by piece to be placed by the sink. It was as Kaspar had unbuttoned and unzipped those slouchy fit, soft leather pants and his thumbs were hooked in easing them over his backside that Lyonel returned.
He wasn't shy, not in the slightest and continued to shuck his clothing while the tall killer watched. "I should have a shirt that fits you, might be a bit long and broad, but close enough if you roll the sleeves. Here." He tossed a towel as the nude man turned, Hel catching it and pretending to shyly cover himself. "Why, Lyonel, I feel so exposed. Out, you fiend!" Kas laughed, tossing the towel over the rack as he stepped into the shower, turning on the water full force. Once he'd got the temperature right he let it wash over him, eyeing the water coloured pink circling down the drain and swallowing down a sick feeling.
His mind kept circling back to his child, he hadn't checked his phone and wondered if he'd received a call. He rarely didn't come home to them without a text. He was nothing if not reliable, for all his faults, he was good at communicating. She didn't demand anything of him, he chose to be there, he wanted to be there. Hel rubbed at his skin, taking his time to ensure every inch of him was clean and his hair was scrubbed repeatedly until the water ran clear. He needed to give them time to talk, he'd just thrown them a huge curve ball or so Eva's expression had told him.
Eventually he turned off the water, stepping out to dry himself and wriggle back into those leather pants, slipping on his jewellery and shoes. The jacket was lifted but not point on his frame, leaving him strolling out of the bathroom in a puff of steam. His halo of blonde hair was damp, messy and he stood shirtless, looking between the two as they stood together in a close moment. "Unless you prefer me topless... Let's get me a shirt, and get out of here. I would like a bit of fresh air." He draped himself over a chair, waiting for instruction.
The blonde shrugged out of his t-shirt, glancing at the mirror, and quickly regretting it. Why the hell did they even have mirrors? The article of clothing was fairly ruined by the trails of blood that had trickled down the collar. Again, it was an item of clothing he had plenty of to spare and thus chucked it into the bin with little remorse. His boots were kicked off into a corner, untouched by the night's events and his rings, watch and devil fork shaped bracelet carefully removed piece by piece to be placed by the sink. It was as Kaspar had unbuttoned and unzipped those slouchy fit, soft leather pants and his thumbs were hooked in easing them over his backside that Lyonel returned.
He wasn't shy, not in the slightest and continued to shuck his clothing while the tall killer watched. "I should have a shirt that fits you, might be a bit long and broad, but close enough if you roll the sleeves. Here." He tossed a towel as the nude man turned, Hel catching it and pretending to shyly cover himself. "Why, Lyonel, I feel so exposed. Out, you fiend!" Kas laughed, tossing the towel over the rack as he stepped into the shower, turning on the water full force. Once he'd got the temperature right he let it wash over him, eyeing the water coloured pink circling down the drain and swallowing down a sick feeling.
His mind kept circling back to his child, he hadn't checked his phone and wondered if he'd received a call. He rarely didn't come home to them without a text. He was nothing if not reliable, for all his faults, he was good at communicating. She didn't demand anything of him, he chose to be there, he wanted to be there. Hel rubbed at his skin, taking his time to ensure every inch of him was clean and his hair was scrubbed repeatedly until the water ran clear. He needed to give them time to talk, he'd just thrown them a huge curve ball or so Eva's expression had told him.
Eventually he turned off the water, stepping out to dry himself and wriggle back into those leather pants, slipping on his jewellery and shoes. The jacket was lifted but not point on his frame, leaving him strolling out of the bathroom in a puff of steam. His halo of blonde hair was damp, messy and he stood shirtless, looking between the two as they stood together in a close moment. "Unless you prefer me topless... Let's get me a shirt, and get out of here. I would like a bit of fresh air." He draped himself over a chair, waiting for instruction.
"How you have fallen from heaven, Morningstar, son of the dawn"
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Lyonel
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Re: This One Time I Died... ((Eva))
Lyonel heard the words Eva was saying but his mind was working overtime. She was asking for plans that he certainly had not been expecting to come up with. The little prince that could revealed he already had. Lyonel looked at the closed door that the newest set of fangs was currently behind. Did he ever. Kasper had a family. A child young enough that it needed continuous care.
Lyonel’s hand found his face. Once the fingers folded inward as if he was about to hitch a ride out of the room he was standing in the pad of his thumb moved back and forth in a line of applied pressure at the underside of his jaw. Eva wanted to know what they were going to do about it. That was rather interesting because as soon as the golden childe dropped the baby bomb he was waiting for him to leave the room so he could ask her the same damn question. Celadon eyes found her waiting for an answer and he was giving it a rush of creative thinking. This is one of the reasons he rarely gave the whole making mini-me’s a try.
Some worked it like they were messing around with an easy-bake oven in some club house they put together the night before. Sitting surrounded in what would be about as sturdy as refrigerator boxes put together with duct tape in the rain. From there they would play out soap operas, stumble through the tragedies that would always come along and in the end go their separate ways beneath a blanket of the night that would never allow them to forget what they started and now could never end.
Bringing someone to such an existence was huge. Eternity was a long time. Really long. Unless of course **** hit the fan again and they all were running to avoid having their numbers wiped out. There was always that possibility and what the hell good would he be to those he plucked from their mortal lives to see the end of eternity? Lyonel had balls but he wasn’t sure if they were that big. He never raw dogged it when he was alive and kicking so he wasn’t in a rush to try using his fangs to earn the title Big Poppa.
But it seems the more he thought about it there were a few perks to having a kid that is grown and potty trained. It sure beat running to grab the box of Cheerio's to toss little 'O' shaped oat rings into the toilet so he can sink each one. Kaspar was grown enough that he would not be needing to be signed up for little league. The golden prince’s child, however, someday would. Man had a son and that kind of hit Lyonel harder than he expected. His hand stretched up over his forehead and brushed back the thick brown hair that was already clean and styled before he started. He heard the door opening to the bathroom.
“There is only one way to find out.” He stepped in closer to stand with his wife and watched for the man’s reappearance. “Ask him.”
A nod to the door was his only signal as Kaspar stepped out. Of course the kid was already going on about whether or not he should stay topless and if not then someone from wardrobe was expected to issue him something acceptable pronto. Lyonel smirked and shook his head. Could he have been that cocky with Wolfgang West once upon a time? A soft chuckle erupted from his lips. Yes, he had.
“Whatever floats your boat.” The smirk went into a half smile as Lyonel back stepped and then turned to make his way back to his closet to dig out a few options just in case.
Lyonel’s hand found his face. Once the fingers folded inward as if he was about to hitch a ride out of the room he was standing in the pad of his thumb moved back and forth in a line of applied pressure at the underside of his jaw. Eva wanted to know what they were going to do about it. That was rather interesting because as soon as the golden childe dropped the baby bomb he was waiting for him to leave the room so he could ask her the same damn question. Celadon eyes found her waiting for an answer and he was giving it a rush of creative thinking. This is one of the reasons he rarely gave the whole making mini-me’s a try.
Some worked it like they were messing around with an easy-bake oven in some club house they put together the night before. Sitting surrounded in what would be about as sturdy as refrigerator boxes put together with duct tape in the rain. From there they would play out soap operas, stumble through the tragedies that would always come along and in the end go their separate ways beneath a blanket of the night that would never allow them to forget what they started and now could never end.
Bringing someone to such an existence was huge. Eternity was a long time. Really long. Unless of course **** hit the fan again and they all were running to avoid having their numbers wiped out. There was always that possibility and what the hell good would he be to those he plucked from their mortal lives to see the end of eternity? Lyonel had balls but he wasn’t sure if they were that big. He never raw dogged it when he was alive and kicking so he wasn’t in a rush to try using his fangs to earn the title Big Poppa.
But it seems the more he thought about it there were a few perks to having a kid that is grown and potty trained. It sure beat running to grab the box of Cheerio's to toss little 'O' shaped oat rings into the toilet so he can sink each one. Kaspar was grown enough that he would not be needing to be signed up for little league. The golden prince’s child, however, someday would. Man had a son and that kind of hit Lyonel harder than he expected. His hand stretched up over his forehead and brushed back the thick brown hair that was already clean and styled before he started. He heard the door opening to the bathroom.
“There is only one way to find out.” He stepped in closer to stand with his wife and watched for the man’s reappearance. “Ask him.”
A nod to the door was his only signal as Kaspar stepped out. Of course the kid was already going on about whether or not he should stay topless and if not then someone from wardrobe was expected to issue him something acceptable pronto. Lyonel smirked and shook his head. Could he have been that cocky with Wolfgang West once upon a time? A soft chuckle erupted from his lips. Yes, he had.
“Whatever floats your boat.” The smirk went into a half smile as Lyonel back stepped and then turned to make his way back to his closet to dig out a few options just in case.
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Kaspar
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Re: This One Time I Died... ((Eva))
As Lyonel headed off in search of a shirt for to cover the man's frame, he turned once more to Eva. She looked pensive, concerned not only for him but for everything that was to come. Kaspar himself had no idea what that was, they'd given him snippets of information, enough to help him understand the immediate concerns but not enough to truly sink his teeth into, mentally or physically. His tongue rang over his canines thoughtfully, tracing their sharpness as he tried hard to recall stories of vampires, the supernatural, anything that might help give him a bit of a leg up as it were. Nothing that seemed like it might be real came to mind, surely they were all silly fictitious stories.
"Eva," His voice was husky, low in the silence of night. "I apologise for the trouble, and I want to thank you for saving me. For choosing me." He wanted to say that she could have ignored him, could have left him there but he knew better. The way she looked at him, she felt the connection, the desire to look out for him, to be close. It was cemented when that blood passed between his lips, they were linked now and she would love him whether it was wise or not. "I'm worthy, Eva, and ready." He strode towards her, taking the woman in his arms without hesitation and pulling her against his bare chest, dropping a kiss to the top of her head. "I will be your golden child, and you two my guides." His hand lifted to press to her cheek, sweeping his thumb across her cheekbone. "Welcome to Hel."
"Eva," His voice was husky, low in the silence of night. "I apologise for the trouble, and I want to thank you for saving me. For choosing me." He wanted to say that she could have ignored him, could have left him there but he knew better. The way she looked at him, she felt the connection, the desire to look out for him, to be close. It was cemented when that blood passed between his lips, they were linked now and she would love him whether it was wise or not. "I'm worthy, Eva, and ready." He strode towards her, taking the woman in his arms without hesitation and pulling her against his bare chest, dropping a kiss to the top of her head. "I will be your golden child, and you two my guides." His hand lifted to press to her cheek, sweeping his thumb across her cheekbone. "Welcome to Hel."
"How you have fallen from heaven, Morningstar, son of the dawn"