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Re: Down in the Underground [Jesse Fforde]

Posted: 02 Apr 2017, 06:21
by Jesse Fforde
While Aine showered, Jesse got prepared. He did as he said he would and went to raid Clover’s closet and brought back for Aine a simple black dress – flowing, comfortable. Something she might be able to stay in for a week and be comfortable. But before the week was over he might go get some of her clothes, if she let him. She’d be more comfortable in her own clothes than someone else’s.

After the clothes were placed outside the bathroom door, Jesse went to the bedroom and turned down the sheets and made sure the fire was crackling merrily in the fireplace. Fire was his friend, and it took only a minute to get it burning.

By the time he was finished, when he returned to the main space, Aine was clean and dressed. He strode over to her and slipped an arm around her waist. Minute by minute she was losing her energy and the week of torture would begin – not just for Aine, but a little for Jesse, too. A week of waiting, and wondering if this would be the time that it failed, that he stopped being able to sire for good.

”Okay. Bed for you,” he said, helping the hobbling Aine across the warehouse floor and through to the cosy, warm bedroom that was oddly out of place. He left the door open. It wouldn’t do to make her feel like she was trapped. No. This was home, now. As soon as a person had Jesse’s blood running through their veins, they had his loyalty, too.

Re: Down in the Underground [Jesse Fforde]

Posted: 23 May 2017, 08:47
by Aine (DELETED 7786)
"Bed sounds good," Aine commented as she leaned a bit on him. Each step felt like she was walking through a viscous pool, even if she was moving at a normal sort of speed. Everything felt like it was slowing down around her, but she could tell it really wasn't. "I'm gonna be okay, right?" she asked. "Eventually?"

Okay would have to be enough. Okay would be fine. At least he hadn't killed her. She knew he could've, knew most vampires would've. But here she was, still thinking, still breathing.

That would have to be enough.

"Can you get my phone? I...left it in my jeans. Just...can you plug it in next to me, in case my da calls back?"

Re: Down in the Underground [Jesse Fforde]

Posted: 27 May 2017, 11:05
by Jesse Fforde
"I'm not going to feed you untruths," he said, voice gruff as he took a step back. he was going to take a seat, but Aine had asked for her phone. So he remained standing, for now. "Some don't survive the transition. But we'll do all we can to make sure you stay alive, hm?" he said. He didn't wait for Aine's reaction as he strode out of the room and back across the hall of the second floor, back to the bathroom where Aine's jeans had been left behind.

The phone looked like one Jesse had had, once -- or he assumed they had a spare charger hanging around, somewhere. He took longer than a minute as he rode the elevator to the main, active space to rifle through some drawers until he found what he needed. Charger and phone in hand, he returned to Aine and the room he'd left her in, plugging the phone in as asked.

"If he does call back, best not to tell him what's happening, yeah?" he said.