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Dear Diary,
I’ve never had one of these before, but here goes nothing; Hi, I am Morghan Drake, my human name was Morghan Byrne. My father died when I was young about 7 or 8, I’m not even sure how old I was. My mum said he was hit by a car, hit and run she said. I didn’t believe her, who would have hurt my father? He was a lovely man, he loved me right? Well, obviously not. I found out not so long ago my father jumped in FRONT of the car and killed himself, then my mother became an alcoholic and I began to fend for myself, I began to rely on no one but myself, and that was how I grew up. At the age of 17 I moved out of my mum’s crummy house and moved to Harpers Rock, there I picked up a job in one of the outskirt taverns. That was some crazy stuff, but that was where I met Hellequin.
That was how it had happened, I had become like him, a vampire. He helped me, and not long after abandoned me. The voices chided me then. It seemed there were voices in my head that didn’t want to leave me alone, and yet the more I ignored them the louder they got. It was like they were screaming in my head, attention seeking whores.
I gave into them one night, they told me to devour my mother and I did. I killed her, when I went to visit her in New York, for a brief night I became the thing Hellequin had made me, do you want to know the sad thing? I liked it. I sometimes remember it with fondness; of course I’d never tell anyone such things. I’d hate to lose the reputation of being sweet and innocent, which people seem to believe, but really I am not. I am a monster that craves blood, which drinks the blood of the innocent and relishes in their screams. I am INSANE.
I blame the fact that I am a Telepath, the fabrics of my mind are thin, my powers reach people when I don’t even know I’m doing it sometimes. It’s like I have no reign on them, does that make me untameable. Am I a bad person if I cannot control my own powers? I’m sure that does.
So what have we established so far about myself Pages? Yes diary, I am going to call you Pages. That I am a sadistic little ****, who enjoys killing people who is also insane. Yay me /sarcasm.
Love, Morghan.
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smith.potv:
"Good," he said into the phone. "I'm walking in front of the bank now," he said. "See you soon," he added. He hung up, put the phone back in his pocket and adjusted the sunglasses on his head. (It was totally cool to wear them in the middle of the night. All the cool guys were doing it.)
Smell and sound were his greatest gifts now. He strained to hear people coming around him and flared his nostrils to suck in gulps of air that carried smells from everything.
He grabbed the door to the library and stepped inside. Carefully--and cooly-- he walked around tables and chairs, heading up the stairs just beside Mora's office downstairs. When he got to the top, he knocked on the door and waited.
stardust;;:
"Alright, I'll just chuck the bloody clothes in washing basket" She huffed down the phone as heard the click from Dwayne's side knowing he had hung up. She pocketed her own phone and scraped at the clothes on the floor all of which that belonged to her, she was terrible for deciding for outfits, especially since she had a job now. She HAD to look professional. Moments later a rasp came at the door, and she opened it for him, leaving it on a latch for him to freely walk inside, and she skirted back to cleaning up the piles of washing on the red carpet. "I thought you had a key?" She asked, not looking at him yet.
smith.potv:
"You haven't given it to me yet," he said, carefully reaching beside him to shut the door. He heard where it was and he heard where she was--scrambling around.
"Quit cleaning," he guessed. It was the only time he could remember the same shuffle of her feet across the floor. It was funny, when she came to see him in New York a few weeks ago, he couldn't have told you what it sounded like when she walked and at the time, he hadn't thought it was strange. But now, he matched it back to when they were both human.
"Bathroom," he asked, turning in the direction he thought he remembered it in. Thankfully, he had been in here once before, just one other time, but it was all he needed for his mental map. Just once.
stardust;;:
Morghan didn't look up she only huffed more, "Your such a nag, you know this right?" She said as she looked up finally to catch a glimpse of Dwayne. Instead he had already said the words Bathroom and was gone, before she could cast her eyes upon his face. She knitted her eyebrows together. The man hadn't even hugged her, held her like he used to. She had picked up the last that she needed, a lonely pink sock and glided past the bathroom door, her lips pressed to the wood "I'll stop cleaning when I want to MR!" She slammed the palm of her hand against the wood of the door playfully, before flopping down on her bed pulling out her kindle from its hiding place under her pillow, waiting for Dwayne to quit showering.
smith.potv:
Luckily, he remembered his way to the shower and made it there before she was pressed up against it and smacking it instead of him. (Or maybe Shamus. He wasn't going to tell her, because it wasn't any harm done. It was learning and learning was something that would do Dwayne good.)
"Okay," he yelled from his side.
He had managed to get out of his clothes and even get in the shower. Cleaning wasn't excessively hard and getting dressed back into his clothes was either.
After he tied both of his shoes and tucked the laces in, he stood up, grabbed his sunglasses from where he left them and cautiously stepped out of the bathroom.
With Mora, he didn't even need to know what she smelled like, or hear where she was to follow her. He felt it. In his chest. A string in the center of his stomach that tugged him right back to wherever she was. He supposed, it was their link as Maker and child.
stardust;;:
Morghan flitted back and forth with her kindle, she wanted to read a book but decided against it, instead she browsed the kindle store and found her head lolling to the side to see if he was out of the bathroom yet, but he had not. "Whats taking so long!" She shouted at him, refusing to add 'you shower longer than a female' Her moss orbs found their way back to the electronic screen in front of her until the door to the bathroom finally clicked open five minutes later. Morghan canted her head to Dwayne, viewing him. "What happened" She said, viewing the bruises and his dark sunglasses. She growled and looked at Frank, her blade. Reading to kill anyone who had touched him.
smith.potv:
"What," he asked, and made a face. He even made a few sounds with his mouth. "Told you. Zombies. There were like, four of them," he said--he lied, just hopefully it was good enough.
stardust;;:
"It looks like you got int a fight with a fadebeast, and lost" She sighed and got up from the bed and walked over to Dwayne. "Why are you wearing sunglasses!" She asks, peering at him.
smith.potv:
He should have known that he couldn't keep them on and get away with it. "Oh," he exclaimed, as if he forgot. "I've been wearing them all night. The street lamps are so bright, so I thought sunglasses might help for now. What's a fadebeast," he asked, trying to direct the conversation.
stardust;;:
"Hmm, well would you prefer I turn off the lights here for you?" She asked. She softened and edged backwards flopping back down on the bed. "A fadebeast is creature that can be summoned, very dangerous. Hard to kill, I cannot even kll them" She shrugged.
smith.potv:
"Oh," he said, debating on removing the glasses. He didn't know what his eyes looked like, just that he coudln't see. "No. You can leave the lights on," he said, taking deliberate steps in the direction he heard her move.
"I've been trying my hand with a sword," he tried to explain. "I'm not as good with them."
stardust;;:
"Is that why you lost to the zombies?" She asked, well it all made sense now. She knew he was a gun man and adjusting to a blade would be a lot different from what he was used to, she understood.
smith.potv:
"Yes," he said, leaving the sunglasses on. It wasn't up for debate. It made sense that his eyes were still sensitive. "Turns out my aim is terrible up close," he said--which was the truth.
stardust;;: "Then why try with a blade" She sighed, and looked at him canting her head to the side. Watching him. "Are you okay Dwayne?" She found herself asking, not sure why she asked it, but she did her forest green eyes softened at the mere sight of him taking on a shade of green grass.
smith.potv:
He laughed, awkwardly. Dwayne really wasn't the best liar and when someone kept asking, his ability to keep any facade up failed. "Of course," he said, making noises with his mouth. (A, 'Pfft!' or a 'Pbbt!')
stardust;;:
"Hmmm" The noise left her mouth so quickly. Everything was easy around him, but seein him there wet from a shower well his hair at least he was fully clothed thank god! "Alright then" She said with a smile, and laid back down on the bed. Every now and again watched Dwayne in the corner of her eye.
smith.potv:
"What are you doing," he asked--which even if hadn't been blind, it would have been a normal question to ask. His few steps forward found the lip of the mattress nudged hard against his shin. He didn't think it was as close as it actually was. He turned around--like a pro!--and sat down on the bed, turning his attention towards her. (He listened for any sound and pointed his head in that direction.)
stardust;;:
"I was going to read my kindle" She said, as he sat down on the bed next to her, without thinking her legs stretched out across his lap and she stayed that way, comfortable. Their bond together was so great that they could do anything. "Have you made any friends?" She asked, non chalantly.
smith.potv:
He laughed because that was exactly the same question his mother asked him when the bus dropped him off in front of his house after his first day in kindergarten. "Yes Cheryl. I've made a few friends," he said, dragging the tips of his fingers from her knees down to her ankles.
"Shamus," he said. "I've been meeting with him in the Quarantined Zone and talking. Or, I guess he's been meeting me there."
stardust;;:
"Oh?" Now her interest was interested. She sat up, propping herself up on her elbows to look at him now. "I didn't think you and Shamus, well talked, I didn't think he talked to anyone really. I'm glad you found a friend" She nodded her head, in a seemily nice approval. She had no doubt he'd adapt well to this new world. He was good like that.
smith.potv:
"He replied to my plea about trying to find a way to earn extra money. Then, met up with me, discussed business, dicussed life--this kind of life--and that was kind of how it happened. He gave me the sword to practice with and a gun," he said. (And the inability to see, and this gash on my arm, and the bruises on my face, the broken nose, the busted lip and the split cheek. Real cheery guy.)
stardust;;:
"I could have bought you those things...." she practically whined, as she lost strength in her arms and fell back again, her mane of blonde hair covered her face and she attempted to blow it from her vision. "That was nice of him" She added a moment later, seems she was going to have to thank him.
smith.potv:
Sadly, he was missing out on her hair covering her face, on the cute look she made when she pursed her lips together and tried to get all of her hair to go away. He was missing the sweet way her eyebrows furrowed--and he didn't even know he was missing anything.
"I'm just borrowing them, really. I'm going to give them back when I can afford my own," he said.
stardust;;:
"I can pay for them" She seemingly whined again. The hair was annoying, with her hand she pushed it all from her face and found herself looking at Dwayne again, she smiled at him though he didn't seem to smile back at her. "Did I do something wrong?" She asked. She was one of those females, he had not smiled at her directly tonight, not that she had noticed and it felt unnatural, she felt as if she was in his bad books.
smith.potv:
"What," he asked quickly, his voice even jumping up an octave. "No! No," he said. "I'm just tired. You know. Hard day at the office," he said and then laughed. (Because he thought he made funny jokes.)
stardust;;:
"Off-" She paused, understanding the joke "Oh" She said, and laughed her chest rumbled. "You can stay here, if you want to" She shrugged her shoulders.
smith.potv:
"You don't mind," he asked, but he had already tossed himself up in her direction, the tips of his toes still clinging to the ground.
stardust;;:
"I never mind, you know this" She told him, shaking her head slowly. When would he get it through his head that what was hers was his. Everything she owned he was welcome to.
smith.potv:
"Good," he said and yawned. He was legitately tired and ready for rest. Maybe when he woke up, he'd feel better. (And maybe he'd be able to see.)
Dwayne kicked his shoes off and crawled the rest of the way up the bed, grabbed one of her pillows and put his head on it. After a second, he rolled with his back to her, grabbed the sunglasses and dropped them to the ground, but he kpet his eyes shut.
stardust;;:
She laughed as he clambered into bed with her, he laid with his back with her, squishing one of her pillows in the process. She didn the only natural thing she did when they were young, she turned over a little so her face was facing his back, she kissed his neck as it was the only flesh available to her in an affectionate way and turned back over, and turned off the light. "Goodnight" she said.
smith.potv:
Dwayne reached for her hand until he found it, bringing it back over towards the front of his chest. He stroked his thumb over the back of her hand, mumbled a "Goodnight" back and prayed to see when he woke up.
wife of judas . honeymead library owner . sire to sleepers [for_harmony][/for_harmony]
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smith.potv: [Text from: Dwayne Smith] Ready? stardust;;: [ Text ] Yes! smith.potv: [Text from: Dwayne Smith] At the library? stardust;;: [Text] I am never anywhere else lately. smith.potv: [Text from: Dwayne Smith] Not tonight. I'll be there in a second. stardust;;: [Text] Sounds illusive, I'll see you in a second.
smith.potv:
The zombies moaned around the corner, but their sounds faded just as quickly as they started. The silence of the libraries facade stared right at Dwayne, little orange lamps lighting the intricately decorated windows.
Dwayne finally put his phone up in his back pocket, fixed his blazer and the collar of his shirts, smooth out his jeans and checked his hair with his hands. (Mirrors and reflective surfaces were completely useless. Sometimes, he stared at a glass window and watched all the things happening behind him. It was amazing.)
The little bell over the door rang when he pushed inside. A few people--a few vampires--glanced up at him. Most of them were regulars and flashed him a smile, which he returned. He slid around Mora's office and jogged up the steps. He knocked on her door when he reached the top and took the extra few seconds to try and make a blood stain fade out of the sleeve of his coat.
stardust;;:
He had left her a note, told her there was a date to be had, with no coffee. She had wondered what it was for days now. It was odd, Robert had never taken her to dates, but her and Dwayne were not together for all she knew they were friends (or so she thought) . Morghan had been instructed to take a coat, and so she had specifically went out and bought a red coat with brown toggles. She slipped it on, covering her white blouse. The woman wore pipe leather trousers and knee high boots to match. The rasp came at the door as she quickly combed through her mane of blonde hair and answered the door to find Dwayne at the threshold. "Hi" She said, nervously pushing hair behind her ears, smiling at him.
smith.potv:
"Hey," he said, immediately offering his hand. "I was the creep who left the note and had the fits delivered. I'm Dwayne, but I think I signed it as 'D'," he said, still fully playing out the little charade they had started nearly a week ago.
Since he asked her to meet him, he had been in a fight with Shamus, injured himself for longer than a few hours (Who knew vampires didn't heal instantly?!) and even stopped by to get dancing lessons.
stardust;;:
He extended his hand, and she out of habit gave him her own. "Well, hello D, lovely to finally meet you in person and not just over a note left in my office - what devious things have you got planned for me tonight?" She asked curiously as she smiled at him. She wa unsure what to do next, were they going straight out or did he want to come inside. Instead she just waited for him to answer her.
smith.potv:
"Oh no," he said, smiling so that all of his front teeth showed. "Nothing devious, I swear on that. I thought," he paused, taking her hand closer, trying to gently pull her forward.
"We'd go dancing first," he said.
stardust;;:
"Good" She said quickly, in resonse to the word 'devious' she wasn't feeling naughty at all. Lately she had been so focused on her Library, hiring people to work for her it made her whoosy. He took her hand then, his body temperature equal to her own it was comforting as he pulled her closer to him and smiled at her. "Dancing? You don't know how to dance" but then again, neither did she.
smith.potv:
"Oh yeah," he challenged with his voice and the raise of an eyebrow. He leaned over her and grabbed the doorknob, pulling it closed just behind her. "We'll see," he said, helping her down the stairs as if she were a victorian lady stepping out of a horse-drawn carriage.
"I think there's a few good places to dance around here--or so I heard," he said, pushing the front door of the library open for her.
stardust;;:
He closed the door behind her, and she knew now she couldn't escape she was trapped, and the idea itself seemed rather... appealing. "I'm sure we will remind me to laugh at you if you fall" correction, if SHE fell which she knew she would. He helped her down the stairs, holding her hand slightly higher than normal as she if was royalty. "Then lets go dance, romeo" she said with a glimmer of mischief in her eyes.
smith.potv:
He knew that even if he tried to manually wipe the smile from his face, it wouldn't work. The night air that met them made Dwayne feel like he could breathe again. The coolness outside was so crisp and clear, all the trees had been turning into bushes made of fire for weeks and now, they were finally starting to drop off.
"The Necropolis," he said, more so asking. "I saw posters about it being brand new and having a bar feel. Heard around that it's a great place," he said. He had heard a few people talking in the same room as him in the abandoned bar talking about it. A few girls that--even as dangerous vampires--were nothing more than a few harmless hens, squawking the latest news.
Dwayne loved it.
stardust;;:
"Yes, I heard the same things to" She said in retaliation to his comment, she had not been there since her hunt for a certain tome, but she knew it had a new renovation and two new owners. Gossip spread far and wide through the grape vine, and the leaves loved to tell her gossip. She turned to Dwayne, her forest green eyes seemed enchanting. "Are we going there?" She asked.
smith.potv:
"Yes," he said, so sure of himself. He smiled and tucked her arm in and around his. Friday night in Harper Rock meant that a lot of people were out--humans and vampires alike. Friday night meant much more relaxtion than just on any old Tuesday--which for Harper Rock, was still pretty active.
They walked around the bank and down into the transit station and rode from Honeymead to Gullsborough. Dwayne rode this route so often and so much, that he practically knew the people who were on the train at this hour.
When they got off, he could already hear the sweet, lulling notes drifting off a guitar and a live musician.
stardust;;:
"Then, to the Necropolis it is" She said, the words rolled off her tongue so easily. The woman looped her arm through his, with help of course and off they went. He walked at a slow pace allowing her to relish in the cool night, and scenary. It was a perfect night for those who loved to star gaze. The train ride was short and they stepped off in unison. She could hear the soft lul of music and seemed to be drawn to it. "After you" She said to him.
smith.potv:
He laughed because a gentleman always knew (And if there was something that his mother etched eternally into his brain, it was to be a gentleman.) that the only times he went into places first was if they were the star of their own slasher film and he needed to be knifed first.
Dwayne grabbed the door, held it open first for a group of random people and then, for her.
The atmosphere inside was warm and reminded him of home, maybe a log cabin in the woods or something equally as cozy. The door shut behind them and now, their ears were fully met with the sound of a woman singing. Her lips were large and held near the mic, her hair spun in so many dark curls around her face and her skin was as white and smooth as milk.
stardust;;:
She didn't manage to get him into the club, before her which is what she wanted to do, because deep down inside her she was still very much playful. The woman slipped inside before Dwayne and was greeted by the warmth of the place, the inside had a whole different feel to it compared to how it used to look. She liked this way a lot better than the black and white tiled gothic feel, it was much more - inviting. Her forest orbs looked up to the woman singing, her voice was like angels, and she found herself caught up in the music momentarily as she swayed back and forth waiting for Dwayne to join her.
smith.potv:
Dwayne paid their entry charge (A few dollars.) and then came up behind Mora, grabbing her elbow. Nothing he ever did was rough or forceful, it wasn't in his nature, so when he did grab her arm, it was with the lightest touch. (He may not have been able to have a control on feeding yet, but he had figured out the levels of his strength.)
"Come on," he whispered down near her ear, smiling wider than the purple cat from Wonderland.
stardust;;:
His skin warm against her own as he touched her lightly, grabbing her with a gentle touch. His lips close to her ears as his voice whispered to her. 'Come on' he said and she followed as he herded her away as if she were a sheep. "So whats the plan" She asked, unsure where he was taking her. The man had been illusive on a lot of details tonight, first thing she wanted to know was why he was doing this, and what he wanted out of tonight.
smith.potv:
Just like he had been taught, he took one of her hands in his and put his other to her waist. In his mind, he replayed over and over the lesson of a good 'One-two-three-four. One-two-three-four.' but he tried to keep it natural.
The song was perfect for this kind of dance, for this cheek-to-cheek romance that you saw in older films. (Preferably, his favorite in the 90s. He was a sucker for those kinds of things, things that made his throat close up and his chest swell. He'd always been a little hopeless.)
wife of judas . honeymead library owner . sire to sleepers [for_harmony][/for_harmony]
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smith.potv:
When the song finally ended--and it did eventually end, much to Dwayne's dismay--he let go of Mora long enough to clap like the rest of the people who had been dancing. Everyone was smiling, spirits were high and it was all just because they existed.
"You're not bad," he said, having to lean down so that his lips were right next to her ear.
stardust;;:
The music ended and the closeness between the pair shifted slightly. Morghan felt a pang of, sadness at the thought but clapped at the band on the small stage, their music was great and it was good enough to dance to, even though she was no the best of dances. His lips came close to his ears, his voice a gentle purr. "When did you learn to dance" She found herself answered, pulling away from him to smile at him.
smith.potv:
"I know things," he replied slyly, the left side of his face crooking up.
The woman up on stage counted to three and then started to sing another song. This one was quicker, more upbeat. He had to pull out a lot of the 'skills' and basic things that he had learned earlier in the week.
Dwayne grabbed her hip and a hand, tried to guide her to follow him but even he couldn't get it right. It all ended in laughter from him.
"Come on," he said, close to her ear again. The song was still playing, but he was already pulling her off the floor and back to their previously claimed booth.
stardust;;:
‘Knew things’ now that did not sound shady at all to her, she raised a golden brow in his direction, her lips wrinkling together, curious as to what he may up to. “Know things, huh?” She teased as she elbowed his ribs playfully, a faster song played as if on cue and he grabbed her and they danced quicker, laughing was like a drug to her and she found herself laughing as they spun in circles.
Dwayne made her laughed, she loved this side to him – as side she hadn’t really since she had turned him, and it was such a reprieve it really did make her feel… alive again.
The music played in their ears but he was pulling her off the floor, she pushed her mane of golden hair behind her ears as they slipped back into their booth. The palms of her hands pressed against the wood of the table, her moss orbs curious. “So you can dance, Dwayne Smith. What are you up to?” She asked. Her smile infectious.
smith.potv:
"Nothing that would get me in trouble," he retorted, grinning just as much as she did. (So far, so good and if the rest of the date went as he planned, it'd be perfect.)
"Tell me what you've been doing since you've been here," he asked. A waitress came up to them, sized them up and then casually asked if they wanted a more fitting menu. Dwayne shook his head and smiled, looked at Mora and when she did the same, he watched her--eagerly. He really did want to know everything she had been up to. He wanted to know every little detail.
stardust;;:
Trouble, there were various meanings to the word. Which kind of trouble was he avoiding, and which kinds of trouble did he want to get into? - The smirk reappeared as playful crease of the lips, dark lashes batted against her milk skin as she shook her head to the waitress, she wasn’t hungry, not yet at least. His question caused a moment of curiosity. She wondered why he wanted to know what she was up to. The woman shrugged her shoulders. “Depends what you want to you – I was killed, turned into a monster, abandoned.” Her moss orbs looked away for a second “I went on a bloodlust which ended up me, killing my mother in cold blood – she insulted me.” The woman looked back to Dwayne then.
stardust;;:
“I caused a massacre in New York, when I was but a fledgling no sire to control me, teach me otherwise, that was when Elizabeth saved me and showed me there was more to this than feeding, so I began to make my own family” She offered him a smile. “I sired you, Robert broke up with me – and here we are in this pub” She said, her eyes were kind, yet her features seemed distant. Her vampire life had been long and bumpy – it was only now coming together.
smith.potv:
Dwayne sat back in his spot. The leather of the booth cried when he moved and even the table fell into a hushed silence when his arms moved across it.
Sometimes, he looked right into her eyes when she talked, other's, he trailed down individual strands of her hair. His eyes swam circles over the apples of her cheeks and sometimes, he caught himself staring at her mouth.
It was a typical first date. 'What have you been doing with your life?' A nod, a smile and maybe a word of agreement here or there, then, it was person B's turn.
"That sounds like a lot," he mumbled. His mind was fixating on this or that--mainly the portions where she talked about excessive killing. He couldn't, he wouldn't, he didn't think it was possible for him.
"And the library. Don't forget the library," he said.
stardust;;:
‘It sounded like a lot’ Yes, you could say that – it did sound like a lot, she had only been a vampire for little over five months now she was but a fledgling to some and to the newer ones like her childer and her grandchilder she was a wise old vampire, it depended on the person on the other end. She had no told anyone about the murdering of her mother aside from Elizabeth, who had to tame the bloodthirsty beast within her – hold her when she cried over the death of her mother. Robert knew, she felt an obligation to tell him – he was meant to be her husband, but times change, those moss orbs of hers found Dwayne’s gentle features how soulful he looked at her, it looked as if he admired her, she never noticed it until now. Now, Dwayne knew her secret a secret she didn’t tell to just any person only to those she truly trusts.
“Yes, the library – my biggest accomplishment” She said, pearl fangs showing through those peach lips of hers “So tell, why did you want to be like me? - How are you finding being… like me – what have you done since I…. killed you” the words were sore against her throat, it pained her to think she killed him – turned him into something like her, but at the same time she was grateful to have him by her side for eternity in whatever way she could have him.
smith.potv:
"Love doesn't work that way," he said immediately, reaching out across the table to cradle her chin in his hand. He knew she would understand--she had to. They loved each other. That was definitely certain and known between the both of them. No surprises there. (But maybe, she just didn't know exactly how much he loved her or in what way he loved her.)
"You didn't kill me," he soothed, pushing the pad of his thumb over her cheek.
"Don't say it like that," he mumbled, pulling gently on the corner of her lips. He wanted them to go up, he wanted her to smile. (He loved seeing her smile.)
stardust;;:
His touch was lovely to her skin, an equal body heat to her own probably due to the fact they were both well, dead. His thumb stroked against her milk skin and she found her own head nestling into his hand, her own hand lifting to grasp his hand, before he gently tugged at her smooth lips as she smiled at him, love never worked the way people wanted it to, she knew that for certain. He cooed at her not to say it like that, but how else was she to say it, she HAD killed him, she had caused him to be run over by that van because he was chasing her. The woman sighed, the smile faltering for a second.
“I won’t say it like that – but I feel that way. I do love you Dwayne, I’d do anything not to see you die" Her words were borderline plea. She DID need him, probably as much as he needed her right now in this new life.
smith.potv:
"I'm not going to die," he said tenderly, pulling his hand back enough so that he could rub his knuckles over her cheekbones. "Not now," he added, smiling when he looked at her.
The music had shifted back again, to something slower, but he didn't dare get up and try to dance again. Maybe in an hour. Surely, she had more to tell him.
"How did it happen for the others," he asked, his hands returned back to himself now.
stardust;;:
These soothing touches to her cold skin, was something she hadn’t felt in a very long time. Robert never touched her in such a way – her milk skin shivered at the touch, Dwayne had always been so affectionate, so attentive towards her. She loved him, she had loved him for nearly thirteen years. He mentioned he wasn’t going to die, not now and she nodded her head – he couldn’t promise that, her childer had died in the past she had died also, but she had come back. Forest eyes captured his gaze as she canted her head to the side.
His arms, and hand retreated from her and she was back to being alone within her personal space. He asked her how it had happened for the others, and she knew he meant her other childer. “Lux, I drained her dry – I felt remorse and turned her. Demonic, he begged for immortality. Rex was the same.” She paused, thinking about the others “Tristan asked for it also, we met at a ball, Morgane asked to be stronger” She looked at him “You know her, she told me you both talked, Alester – I was not well that night, my mind had lost itself into a chasm of insanity, I cannot tell you the reason why I sired him but know I love him dearly” She smiled – hoping she had answered his curious mind.
smith.potv:
Had he not practically begged her for it too? He hadn't known what he was asking for and in the first few nights, he really did regret it. He didn't regret being with her--especially now that it was for forever, but he did regret asking to be what he now was.
None of that was her fault. It couldn't be--ever. And if hadn't been for the asshole that turned Mora, maybe, he would have never seen her again. There were just some things that were worth a curse.
The hours passed by with more dancing, more laughter, more jokes and more touches. Finally, he grabbed her hand, spun her close to him--laughed--and asked, "How about some air?"
stardust;;:
The depressive talk seemed to slow, and she smiled at him in a grace of thanks. The woman was taken to the dance floor several other times and they danced and danced. Laughter, jokes. Those peach lips of hers couldn’t frown she just found her eyes sparkling at him all the time. Her body seemed so close to his skin touching at times as they twirled and danced. ‘Want some air?’ he asked her, she nodded her head “Yes - All this dancing, well I feel like my legs have gone to jelly!” She laughed again, that chorus of angels singing to him as she laughed, oh yes she would very much like air, her cheekbones rose coloured.
smith.potv:
Everything had been carefully planned out. The date was planned to every moment--per Shamus' idea or request. (Dwayne wasn't honeslty sure which one it really was. He wanted to take Mora out, but sometimes, he felt like Shamus wanted Dwayne to take her out more than he, himself, did. Sometimes, he felt like he was being set-up as if he didn't realize what his feelings for her were and had been! What they had always been.)
The air outside was cool and exactly what he was hoping for, what he needed, what he loved. Leaves were mostly done falling by now, but occasionally, a brown leaf--with no more life to live this year--would break off and slowly sway down to the ground. Eventually, it would become fuel for the green leaves. Because it died, more born in the spring. Thus, the circle of life.
"I think there's a park not too far from here," he said, offering his arm to her.
stardust;;:
The air outside was cool, the breeze licked at her milk skin as the door was held open for her and she walked through she enjoyed the taste of it, she enjoyed the changing seasons. She hugged her arms around her small frame and walked with him out into the outdoors and away from the Necropolis, she had been enjoying herself all night something to her that screamed released, something she had not felt in a long time. Forest green eyes looked at him as he mentioned a park, offering her his arm – She looped it through his, their skin barely touching one another.
“Take me” She said to him “I’d like to go anywhere – this night has been fun” She said.
smith.potv:
He smiled--much larger than he had been. He smiled because he was happy; he smiled because he was on a date with Mora (A real, bonafied date.); he smiled because she said she was having fun.
"Alright," he agreed, tucking her arm into his side.
That night, no one stopped them or tried to talk to them. No one had any desire to mess with them and that night, they got to play the part of being normal. Of what it might have been like if they were still human and this was happening--minus the fact that they hadn't eaten any real food. (He definitely would have bought her dinner if they ate.)
The park exploded before their eyes in lush greens and browns. It was saturated, as if it had just rained--but maybe that was just his vampiric sight. (Something he still wasn't entirely used to.)
As if he had called ahead and reserved it with the moon and stars, they twinkled above the trees and above their heads. The moon smiled and practically laughed, like Santa Claus. He was large and jolly. He was joyful. Everything was perfect.
"Dance with me," he asked, taking a few steps back from her.
stardust;;:
They walked under the blanket of the night sky – the twinkling stars seemed to sing to her, she canted her head backwards, the mane of golden hair flowing around her shoulders. Those peach lips of her lifted upwards into a wide smile, something about Dwayne always made her smile, he brought out the best in her and she knew this vampire life of hers would only get better, with him at her side. The park before them was dewy the droplets of water made the ground sparkle and she found herself mesmerized by the glory of it all, the scene itself was lovely.
Dwayne laughed, and Morghan looked at him he was happy, she was happy – it truly was a wonderful night that was when he asked her dance with him. She nodded her head offering. She nodded her head offering him her hand to take. She said nothing to him, only nodded her head allowing him to take the lead, as he had with every activity they had done tonight.
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They had shaken her very core, it was enough to make her question herself and she didn't do that very often, even now as she left Hotel West and the destruction the group had caused (Elizabeth, Shamus, Roxy and Dwayne as well as herself) she knew the owner Wolfgang was going to be very upset and she didn't want to be there when he imploded it was all Elizabeth's fault really, maybe Shamus's to as he HAD started the fire but she got so scared of the flames that she recoiled into her shell and her past self was relieved obviously the woman was traumatised and she couldn't help but let her heart wrench for the elder. She was not herself, granted the woman shot her in the back and bloodied her white shirt but she decided to forgive and now as she was walking the streets of Gullsborough did she begin mull over everything that was said, because the destruction of the hotel was the not the thing that troubled her.
It was the idea of liking someone, no no liking wasn't the word. Love. Yes, it seemed a much more fitting word for what she was trying to describe. Once Elizabeth had returned to normal she had remembered Dwayne telling the past self, that she and him were to be married, betrothed was the correct word to stop her from attacking Morghan again, he did it to protect her he did EVERYTHING to protect her, he came to her aid when she called for him with her mind. It was the one thing Elizabeth remembered when she returned to her former self, apologising for the wound she gave Morghan of course, but congratulating them on their engagement they had both been bewildered. Unsure what it was they were being congratulated on and yet she knew.
He was the first to deny their engagement telling her they weren't together, they hadn't even kissed aside from the fact that his lips grazed her forehead and the way he held her face with his soft hands, her moss orbs lowered to the ground, remembering as she pocketed her marble like hands into her pockets. Oh there was so much to mull over. Shamus and Elizabeth goaded him, used words against him telling him, no asking him why he didn't want her and his answers were kind, and his answer was 'we are best friends' yes it was true they had been through so much together over the span of thirteen - fourteen years, yet when he said that why did it hurt her so much that she had to look at the ground, look anywhere in the room besides at him. Why did those words cut her so deep that she didn't know Dwayne was a knife?
Elizabeth saw it, she the sorrowful stare and Morghan closed herself away. She remembered asking "Wouldyoumarryme?" and his answer was "Yes" Elizabeth took that as their engagement. He was quick to leave, he fled from the scene and Morghan had asked Elizabeth WHY she felt jealous, and why she was starting to feel. Shamus had spoken for her, the evil genius was an observant ******, he knew what he was talking but he was the one that wanted them to get together from what he told her. She listened, even if it seemed she wasn't.
"You love him" He said
"Were best friends" Was her monotone answer
"Look into his eyes, when you see him next"
She was obviously ignorant, was Shamus telling her that Dwayne liked her maybe even loved her? How could he. He was older than her, he held her when she cried over her mother. He was like a brother to her and she a sister to him but tonight, tonight things may have changed for her there was something stirring in the deep pit of her belly the feeling itself scared her, because she was still sore from Robert even if he had moved on within days.
The ********.
"Why do you lie to yourself" Shamus had asked her.
Why was she lying to herself? Was she even lying to herself "I'm not" She told him, she left then. Shamus was making to much sense for her own liking and here she was on the cold streets of Harper Rock.
'Do I like Dwayne, do I love him?' all thoughts rushed through her head before withdrawing her hand from her pockets and scratched at her marble skin with her long fingernails that were painted red, it looked like blood seemed almost fitting for a vampire. Dwayne was to meet her at the library later, she had told him she'd be asleep but she knew he would climb into bed with her they had shared a bed plenty of times it was nothing new to her, or him but he would stay next to her. "Watch over your back" He had said. She had laughed at that when she read the text. "I do love him" She told herself as she rounded a corner into Honeymead, passing the Chateaux as she did, coming up the transit she took a left and was greeted by the doors to HER library, she pushed open the door and inhaled the smell of old books, it was a comforting smell as she turned left and opened a door that led upwards to her small apartment.
She closed the door of the apartment behind her with a soft click, and didn't lock it knowing Dwayne would arrive some time before morning, her eyes heavy the woman discarded her clothes, flinging them loosely over the ground before slipping on a big grey tee shirt that once belonged to her human father, before he had died and she slipped into bed, pushing her mane of blonde hair into a tie and flopped back on the pillow. Four words uttered from her lips before sleep claimed her small frame.
"What do I do?"
Then she was asleep.
_____________________ Dwayne's POV
Hug, kiss, hug.
Dwayne closed his phone, fit the little plastic piece on the side back into place and then pushed it with his thumb down into his front pocket. His hand fell down just a little further and grabbed the handle of a sword--something he picked up earlier in the catacombs.
Violence wasn't ever Dwayne's solution to any problem and it didn't fit with this one either. "Would you really marry me?"
"Of course."
And it still stood, but it was so incredibly stupid. Dwayne had gone there because Mora was in trouble. He had gone to save her and after he had done that, it turned out that he was the one who needed saving.
They were just feelings. They were just emotions. They weren't concrete. They were Hallmark created, right? (No. That was a silly lie because love existed way before the card company did.)
Just as he had said, he spent two hours down in the catacombs--walking around and staring; he had put the blade away.
4:00 AM bleed brightly on the screen of his phone. The sun would be up soon and even he couldn't withstand--or save Mora from it if she was in it. (That was his excuse for standing outside of the library doors at 4:03 AM. If he didn't, Mora would be standing there when the sun came up and then she'd be gone.)
He put the flat of his palm to the door, gave it a push and glanced around at all the huddled backs scattered across the library. Some were studying, some were sleeping and others were reading with their feet kicked up.
"Hey man," he said, motioning with his hand for the guy to take his feet off the table. The look Dwayne gave was the same one a teacher might give a student, or a parent to a child. (Maybe an uncle to a nephew. The cool uncle.)
The guy marked his place in his book, looked at Dwayne but took his feet off the table and sat up straight. Dwayne nodded his head, just once, and then headed towards the door that led up to the little apartment.
When he reached the top, he stood there. He didn't touch the knob or even try to open the door. He sure as hell couldn't breathe--metaphorically or not.
After he convinced himself this was just another night beside Mora, watching over her like some twisted angel, he grabbed the handle, gave it a twist and pushed the door open. He closed it quickly, imagining the white hot feeling of the metal.
(Maybe he shouldn't really have gone there.)
Dwayne didn't turn away from where his eyes had gone immediately. He locked the door behind him, stepped out of his shoes and lazily walked over to where Mora was twisted up in the sheets. His bottom lip hung down and his eyebrows crinkled. He was judging her, studying her--judging himself. (How had he done it for thirteen years? He had walked around blind next to her, then went home and released in the seclusion of his own place. When he was alone.)
He bent over, accidentally rubbing the side of his thumb over her arm, just under where the sleeve was laying. He paused only for a second, long enough to notice it, and then grabbed the covers as he had planned. Carefully, he moved them until they weren't tangled anymore. He fixed them so it was a flat blanket pulled up above her shoulders.
Then, he peeled back the corner closest to him and scooted in behind her. At first, he didn't put his arm over her or touch her, but after a second, he propped his head up with one hand and moved closer so that her back was resting against his front. He freed his other arm from the blankets and tucked them under his arm and back over her shoulder so that he could reach around and push the hair from her face--touch the end of her nose, over the high arches of her cheeks and even the little dip between her bottom lip and chin.
He was careful to be quiet and hardly touch her. He didn't want to wake her up or really even talk right then. He just wanted to lay there.
Dwayne dropped his other arm down so it wasn't propping his head up anymore and lay down, staring at the back of her neck until he fell asleep.
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She didn’t know how long she slept for; she didn’t even hear Dwayne slip in beside her she was sleeping. Dreaming of all things pretty well unicorns mostly. She always wanted a horse when she was a child, but her mother had told her no there was no room in the back garden for one. She screamed at her mother that she’d feed it, groom it and let it sleep in her own bedroom. She was just a child, she knew no better. Even now, she still wanted a horse. Morghan’s eyes opened slowly tendrils of loose golden hair tickled her as she looked at the alarm clock on her bedside table. The yellow numbers blinked at her ’21.03pm’ she lifted her head, she had stayed in bed far too long, she was an early riser but even now. She felt the person beside her and turned her head in the direction. Dwayne was there, sleeping. He looked so peaceful. She smiled, without think her fingers brushed against his cheek softly, before quietly and sneakily climbing out of bed and tip toeing to the bathroom where she turned on the shower.
Dwayne's hand was the first thing that moved. His fingers twitched to life and his arm straightened out, grabbing at the empty space in front of him. He groaned, started to stretch and then slowly opened his eyes. Mora wasn't there and for a second, he panicked.
The sheets bunched around Dwayne's waist when he shot up, holding his body up with one hand. His eyes jumped around the small flat, landing on the door diagonally across from where he was sitting--the bathroom. A little orange glow lit the bottom between the door and the floor. Steam poured out in clumps and then he heard the shower running. His chest heaved with an intake of oxygen and he all but fell backwards onto the bed.
The shower went on while he laid there, rubbing the back of his hand over his forehead, staring at the ceiling. And then, it stopped.
Hot water fell into the stand in shower. Droplets of steaming water ran over her skin. Her marble pristine skin as she slipped off her tee shirt and underwear before walking into the shower. The water was hot she liked it, as she stood under the shower for minutes, maybe even more she lost track of time, her whole body steamed as she cleaned herself. She turned off the shower and drew back the showers door, the bathroom was scented heavily of lavender from the body butter she had used. Her blonde hair now a shade of brown from water as she dried herself down, found a pair of red shorts and her black tank top. She had no plans to leave for a while. She was happy to troll around in this for now.
She pressed the palm of her hand against the door, unlocked it and opened it, the steam from the bathroom escaping. Her moss orbs glanced at Dwayne, who seemed to be awake now she smiled at him. Remembering Shamus’s words. “Mor-“She paused “Evening” she corrected.
Dwayne glanced down his chest--still fully clothed, thank you!--at her. He smiled, but didn't make any motion to move from the position he was laying in--arm still hanging over his head and everything.
"Evening," he said back, stretching his legs and toes out one more time. Waking up was the worst thing to him and usually, what made it worse was the fact that he really didn't like going to sleep either. The whole process was disturbing.
He scratched the side of his face, groaned and then started to sit up.
"How's your back," he asked.
He sat up to look at her, and returned the greeting. She really wanted to talk about last night, but she kept her lips sealed shut as if a surgeon had come in through the night and sowed her lips together with a needle and thread. Her head twitched at the thought, it sounded painful. She padded barefoot over to the bed and sat on the corner. Looking at him. He asked how her back was and she had forgotten she even had a wound. She lifted her arm into the air and rubbed at her shoulder, just above the bullet hole. “Fine, it gave me no trouble” She told him. Shamus had told her to look into his eyes. She looked at him then, looked into his eyes. What was she supposed to be seeing?
Dwayne moved his legs so that his feet nearly touched, rolling his shoulders until he was hunching forward and his back was arching. He stretched all the muscles in his back while he looked at her, yawned and then put his chin in his hand.
"Good," he said. "I was going to check it when I got in last night, but you were already asleep and I didn't want to wake you up. Does it need something now," he asked, looking up at her.
She shrugged her shoulders, the wound was painful last night but tonight it didn’t trouble her as much as she thought no blood seeped from the wound when she showered. “I don’t know – you can have a look at it you want, I can’t see it to be honest” probably because she wasn’t able to bend her body in such a way. His toes stretched out, creating a lump beneath the duvet and she smiled. She pushed her hair into a tie so it could dry quicker every now and again a droplet would drop from the tip of her hair. “Sleep ok?” She asked as she scooted a little closer to him.
"I did," he said, twisting in the bed until he had to push the covers off him entirely. He moved closer towards her back, pushing little strands of wet hair out of the way.
"Let me see," he asked, his hands hovering above her shoulders. "Which side was it on?"
He scooted closer to her, she could feel him as he pushed wet hair away. It was on the right side. Beneath her shoulder blade. The woman winced a little as she straightened her back “It’s on the right side, just below my shoulder blade, you may have to lower my tank a little” She said as she wriggled as he came closer their bodies inches apart.
Dwayne's index finger hovered over her shoulder, right next to where the strap was resting comfortably. He held his breath, he looked from her shoulder to the back of her neck and then across the room all in one movement. He tucked his chin down a little and then barely pushed the strap, knocking it off her shoulder. He didn't know and couldn't understand what made this so different from any other time he was this close to her. (He'd always been in love with her, he'd always had a crush on her, but before, it hadn't been so hard to focus.)
"I think the bullet might have worked its way out. Do you know," he mumbled close to her shoulder.
His soft hands pushed the strap gently down baring her naked shoulder and she turned her head slightly to the left. Her moss orbs focused on the creases in the sheets she didn’t know what to say, his fingers lightly padded at her skin and his touch made her tingle. She caught her breath for a second before breathing again. ‘The bullet might have worked its way out – do you know?’ His voice was incredibly close to her ear they were close now and she shook her head “N-No.. maybe when I was sleeping. We heal quick maybe it escaped” She said slowly. Pushed a loose strand of hair behind her ears as it slowly began to curl into a ringlet.
Dwayne dropped his hand down from her shoulder and turned to look in the same direction that she was, but his hand was searching for a bullet. He dug under the blankets, moved the pillows and when he was just about to give up, his fingers touched something smooth and cold.
"It did," he said, dragging his hand holding the bullet back. His fingers curled around it, passing it off to his other hand. He held it in front of her, his hand flat so she could easily see it.
"Do we have to do anything to the wound," he asked, breathing over it. He lifted his head, glancing down at it.
He couldn't stop himself from touching it, circling his finger around it. "It doesn't look too bad," he mumbled.
Maybe she was right as Dwayne searched through the sheets looking for this mysterious bullet the woman watched as he plucked it and showed it to her and she canted her head to view it. “Woah, it’s so small” She whispered the small metal bullet, he asked if they needed to do anything to the found and she just shrugged her shoulders if it was healing didn’t need anything she was sure. “No, if it you say its healing I believe you” His fingers traced her back and she shivered, not in a bad way but.. in a good way. She smiled a little the creases of her lips lifting as she turned around then to looked at him, their faces inches apart her moss orbs looked up then, looked him straight in the eyes. She wanted to see everything he hid from her.
The bullet fell out of his hand and down somewhere--he couldn't have told you where--and his hand instead went to her face where his other hand joined. He held her head like he had the night before, only this time, he wasn't going to kiss her forehead.
Dwayne's bottom lip hung down, his eyes looked from either of hers and then, without warning he leaned all the way in and kissed her.
Many, many nights he thought about this moment. (Sometimes, he was sure it would never happen--especially when she left New York. But that night she showed back up, everything changed.)
His fingers caught gently under her jaw while his thumbs stroked her cheeks and his shoulders bunched up.
The bullet felt into the soft material of the sheets with a soft tap as it collided but she wasn’t paying attention, she had canted her head and was looking at Dwayne, her eyes never wavered from him. Shamus had told her to look, and so she did and what she was, it filled her with butterflies that rammed against the pit of her belly. He came closer, holding her head with his hands his palms warm against her cheeks. Then, he came close so close she could smell how glorious he smelt, he kissed her. Morghan’s cheecks turned a shade of rose her eyes closed and she savoured the moment, how long it had been since she was kissed like this, and yet she wasn’t surprised she didn’t jerk away. She kissed him back. He withdrew from her, stroking her cheek with the tips of his thumbs, she smiled then eyes opening to look up at him “What took you so long” she whispered.
Dwayne barely pulled back, only giving her enough room to talk--just a little mumble, her lips talking right against his. He nudged his nose against the side of hers, pushed their foreheads together and kept holding her head.
"What took you so long," she asked and instead of saying anything, he kissed her again.
He didn't open his eyes--and maybe that's how it was supposed to go. It was how he always kissed, all those girls in the past. (All those nameless, faceless girls.)
Her skin felt soft against his, as this time when he came back to steal another kiss from her full peach lips her arms lifted to trail her fingertips against his shoulders up his neck and then she combed her fingertips through his hair pulling him closer to her, eyes closing again as she relished, savoured and smiled through the kiss she felt like laughing, because had he done this yesterday she might have acted differently but tonight something was different, she saw Dwayne not just as someone who was her best friend and childe, but as the person who knew her completely. She withdrew this time, her breath was fast and warm as it tickled his skin. She opened her eyes yet again to look up at him; she just smiled like a fool up at him
When she pulled back, it snapped something in him--woke him up, maybe. His hands fell from her sides and he moved back, looking at her with furrowed eyebrows. His botom lip hung again, the corners of his mouth turned down.
"I'm sorry," he mumbled, looking away. (God. There it was. That need to escape. He felt like he'd done something wrong--again.)
“Sorry?” She questioned as he really pulled away from her, he seemed to not notice she was smiling, that she may have actually been happy that he did this, instead she wrapped her hand around his arm and pulled him closer to her she didn’t know what to say to him “You have nothing to be sorry for” She told him, perhaps rather than saying doing would help him understand he should not be sorry he turned from her and she reached out for his chin, turning it so he looked at her, she leaned forward this time like he did and grazed his lips with her own, lingering there savouring him.
Dwayne practically crumpled into her when she pulled him back. The truth was, he didn't really want to leave or back away.
When she kissed him, he didn't hesitate. He kissed her back, pushed his nose against hers again and cupped the side of her face. (Nearly fourteen years of frustration piled into three little kisses.)
Even though he didn't want to, he pulled back and broke the kiss--just enough to mumble, "I have to go out for a little bit."
His voice felt throaty and rough, he thought his eyelashes grew long with the way they kept brushing over her cheeks. Dwayne rubbed his knuckles over cheek and didn't kiss her again. (He was trying to pace himself.)
"Just for a little bit," he said, already sliding towards the edge of the bed. "I promise."
The only thing that went through her head was ‘That got his attention’ her lips grazed his and his grazed hers in response his soft hands cupper her chin and she smiled, only then he mumbled against her lips his breath warm against her marble skin that he had to leave that she shook her head she didn’t want him to go but she knew he had things to do, as did she. She had a library to run. “Come back later” she whispered to him as he slid to the corner of the bed and she sat there cross legged in the centre of the bed.
"I will," he said--he smiled and he nodded his head a few times. "I promise," he added just before he stood up.
Dwayne picked up his coat, put his arms through it and then bent over to put his shoes on. He picked up all the weapons he had dropped off earlier, putting them back onto his person. He didn't dare look back, God, he couldn't!
He grabbed the handle, twisted it and headed out. Tonight was going to be good.
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stardust;;: [Text] I have a question.
smith.potv: [text from: Dwayne Smith]
I have an answer.
stardust;;: [Text] Why did you kiss me, and then run away?
smith.potv: [text from: Dwayne Smith]
It was more of a… slow walk
stardust;;: [Text] You left non the less.
smith.potv: [text from: Dwayne Smith]
Should I not have kissed you?
stardust;;: [Text] The kiss was fine, it was perfect. You leaving straight away. Did I not kiss you right?
smith.potv: [text from: Dwayne Smith]
No, no! It was fine. You were fine. Sorry for leaving, Mora.
stardust;;: [Text] Hrm, come see me?
smith.potv: [text from: Dwayne Smith]
Where are you?
stardust;;: [Text] Honeymead Library, cleaning.
smith.potv: [text from: Dwayne Smith]
Give me a few minutes.
* Dwayne put his phone away almost immediately and just as before, he was standing outside glass doors minutes later. Before he walked in, he ran his hand through his hair, pat the sides of his face, cleared his throat and straightened his jacket. Dwayne grabbed the doorknob and pulled, fixing the sleeves of his jacket while he entered. Thankfully, there wasn't anyone there. (Which was rare to see Mora's library so empty.) "Hey," he called out to the only person in the library besides himself.
* Morghan was cleaning the library, the fire crackling in the hearth of the fireplace its warm glow lit the room with a soft orange hue. Her yellow trusty cloth in her right hand as she went from table to table polishing the oak tables with furniture polish. The door opened and Morghan looked up pushing her long, blonde hair from her face as it always got in the way to see Dwayne standing there. 'Hey' he said and she smiled at him "Hey yourself" she said in response.
* Dwayne thought that maybe his chest was caving in or finally giving out. Maybe, like some vampires, he wasn't going to be able to make it. Maybe his body couldn't handle it after all and now, he was dying. He absently rubbed at his chest, pushing all of those thoughts away. "Did you run everyone out to clean or, just a slow time," he asked.
* Morghan looked around the place it was empty. "No, no one was here I took the time to clean the tables straighten things out" She said as she dropped the floor on the table folding her hands over her chest to look at Dwayne rubbing his own chest "Are you okay?" She asked, in a worried tone.
* Dwayne 's chest tightened every time he looked at Mora. (Right in the center of his chest.) "What," he asked, hardly even aware of what he was doing. He followed her eyes down and dropped his hand. "An itch," he said, taking a few more steps towards her. "You remember those right," he teased, squinting at her.
* Morghan raised an eyebrow in his direction. Of course she remembered what an itch felt like. Though she did it sometimes out of old human habits but now as she looked at Dwayne she pushed her tendrils of blonde hair from her face to look at him better her forest hues shining almost from the light of the fire. "Of course I do" She said poking out her tongue at him as he strode slowly towards her.
* Dwayne stopped when he was just shy of a foot and leaned into the table. He crossed his arms over his chest and lifted his chin a little. "Oh yeah? Do you," he asked, still squinting at her.
* Morghan watched him cross his arms over his chest, mimicking her actions. "I do" She said defiantly making her point that she DID she remember it.
* Dwayne tried not to laugh--and thanked God that no one walked into the library then, or soon. He liked being alone with her. Slowly, his expression shifted so that the corners of his mouth dropped down and his eyebrows went up. "Good," he said, looking at her just a little longer. Then, he turned his head and looked at all the shelves. "So," he started. "Need me to lift something for you?" (He was mostly joking. Mostly trying not to be awkward.)
* Morghan flopped down into one of the wooden chairs uncrossing her arms from her chest and placing her palms of the wood of the table instead a smile infecting her features. He asked her if anything needed lifting and she raised an eyebrow. Books and boxes needed lifting for Liz to file through for the auction happening on the 12th of December but that was it. Instead she looked at him with a mischievous smile "Me" She said simply.
* Dwayne hadn't been expecting that. If you had asked him a week ago, he wouldn't have believed you. He would have laughed and changed the subject. If you had even asked him the night he actually kissed her, he would have done the same. EVEN NOW, he almost laughed. (He wanted to laugh because he couldn't blush. He wanted to laugh because he was embarrassed.) "You," he finally asked, both of his eyebrows higher than before.
* Morghan nodded her head "Yes, me" She repeated making sure he heard it the second time. How hard was it to understand that. She got up then from the seat and skirted her way around to the edge of the table and lent against it, she actually considered closing the doors to the library and locking them. No one would come in them in would just be those two, alone.
* Dwayne swallowed. The Adam's Apple in his throat bobbed up and down and he swore to God that a bead of sweat collected over his brow and fell down the side of his face. (Even if that didn't really happen.) "Well," he started--and oh God, he wanted to look away; he was so nervous. "Where do you want to be lifted," he asked. (Normally, if it had been anyone else he would have picked up what was going on the second he was asked to come over. But Mora was special. She was different.)
* Morghan looked around the Library, but instead looked back to Dwayne. Where DID she want to be lifted? She didn't know, She didn't have a single clue but that didn't stop her "Anywhere" she said, that coy little smile of hers shining through. He was nervous she could see if and if she could she wanted to wash it all away but she couldn't. Instead she just took a step close to him her face close to his as it tilted upwards to gaze up at him.
* Dwayne was failing. If this was a test to his morals, he was failing because Dwayne Smith couldn't hold out any longer. He wanted to take things slow, but God if she didn't make that HARD. He swallowed again and took a side step towards her so that she was so perfectly sandwiched between the table and him. His fingers twitched at his sides because he had to remind himself to BE COOL. His lips felt like they were drying and he wanted to lick them, he wanted to do something--but he couldn't do any of that. No one came in; Dwayne grabbed the sides of Mora's face. No one was near the library; God help him if he didn't practically crush his lips onto hers. The shelves were dusty; Dwayne reached out behind Mora and shoved the books on the table off. There was work that still needed to be finished; Dwayne pushed her back with his body.
* Morghan smiled, she was victorious the woman could be a vixen when she tried and it seemed it had worked ( to a degree ) he looked at her, and she at him and time seemed to still there was no one in the world but them. He sidestepped and the back of her legs touched the back of the table. Yet her eyes never left his. She looked from one to the other. His hands grabbed at face holding her there. Captured, she was his captive. His lips crushed against hers and that was it everything seeped away from her every worry gone with him. There was only him. He stopped and pushed the books from the table, the books she had JUST tidied and then without warning her body was pushed against the cold of the wood. His lips pressed against hers yet again, and she returned every single kiss he gave back tenfold.
* Dwayne might have turned into an animal. He knew he was sinning, but for Mora, he'd sin a thousand times over--a million, anything. Years went by when he thought about this, bobbing his foot on his knee back in his old room. (And a few other personal things.) He had been with other women before, kissed their necks tenderly, talked sweetly to them and handled them with care. There was no passion with them, there was no love, there was no NEED. And then, Dwayne couldn't have possibly cared any less about someone walking in to find the libraries owner flat on her back. His hands fiddled with his belt and his chin rested on her chest. He stared up at her--Mora, the love of his life--and waited. He held his breath. (He hoped she wouldn't stop him.)
* Morghan had only loved one person, she had loved Robert given him everything mind body and soul. She loved Dwayne and now her love grew, there was passion there was desire all mixed together. Dwayne was someone she wanted desperately in every way. His belt rustled. She knew what would come if she said yes, his chin rested on her chest and he looked at her in such a way it made her lift herself up from the table to gaze upon his face cupping his cheeks with her hands as she pushed her lips to his. Welcoming him.
* Dwayne wasn't the kind of guy to play around for hours. So, hardly an hour later, he was laying on top of the table--thankfully, with his hands pulled up again. His hands were draped haphazardly on his chest and every so often--when the laugh would escalate--he would push his head back into the table. It had been years since he laughed like that, since he smiled like that, since he felt like that. "I'm not even sorry," he mumbled when he turned his head to face her. He looked at her face, at the pretty shape of her mouth and brushed some of her hair away.
* Morghan slowed herself. If she was alive, there would be beads of sweat scattered all over her slim frame but there was none. She smiled though, a happy grin plastered on her features. Morghan was happy that giggles erupted from her mouth every now and again. Her fingers trailed up Dwayne's arm before he turned his head to view her and spoke to her. He wasn't even sorry and that really made her laugh, it was like angels singing. "I'm not either!" She smiled, remembering, savoring as she ran her tongue along her lips. Her hand looked back to look at him. He brushed hair from his face "So what now?" She asked him.
* Dwayne laughed again because God be damned if he actually do anything else! His hand went to resting on the side of her face, fingers burying down into her hair. When he did catch himself and stop laughing long enough, he pushed more of her hair back. "Probably get dressed," he whispered. "Before people start coming in," he said and even though he didn't want to, he sat up.
* Morghan remembered she had clothes. They were there. Scattered on the floor of the library. Well, this was a new experience for her. She had never done THIS before. Her fingers lingered on his chest for a moment before they fumbled for her white dress which was discarded on the stone floor of her library. She grabbed it and slipped it on. "I don't want to" She whined laced with a chuckle. The only thing she didn't put back on was her shoes.
* Dwayne pulled his shirt over his head and grabbed his jacket--which he didn't put back on. He turned so that his back was to Mora and fixed his belt then stepped back into his shoes. ('I don't want to,' she whined behind him, but was clearly doing it anyway. When he turned around, he cupped her face between his hands and kissed her cheeks, then her chin and then her lips. "Me neither," he said.
* Morghan knew what came next. How could two friends feel so passionate about each other and still stay friends? was it even possible. She didn't know. His hands cupped her face like he always did. His skin soft against her own, how she loved the way his skin felt on hers. Morghan felt the small kisses lingering. Morghan wanted to ask again, what now were they still friends do they carry on as normal she didn't know what to say and how to word instead all she said was "Your mine"
* Dwayne 's nose scrunched up and the corners of his mouth twisted up. He laughed--but it was so quiet! "Of course," he said, kissing her a few more times before he let go of her face to push more of her hair away. "What -actual- work can I do," he mumbled.
* Morghan grinned like a mad mad. "Boxes" She said, pointing over to the corner where five boxes where all stacked in a disorderly fashion she raised an eyebrow to look around the room and then to the floor where a pile of books lay askew. Teeth ground together "You littered my floor with books Mr" She scolded.
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* Morghan arrived back at the library, she unlocked the door to the apartment above the libraries main floor and closed the door behind herself and Dwayne. Once safely inside with the door locked behind them she turned on him. "Why the hell did you say that Dwayne?" She asked. Hands placed on either hip.
* Dwayne wanted to laugh--now that they were far away and safely tucked away in her apartment. (Now that the walk had cooled him down.) "Shamus said one of those things. In my head. Telepathic message. Said we were going to go do a different dance, or something like that," he said. (And God. Now he felt like such a baby for blurting out on Shamus like that.)
* Morghan raised an eyebrow in his direction and found herself laughing. "A dance? I didn't realize sex was a dance" she said. Shaking her head slowly. "Shamus knows telepathic abilities?" She didn't know that one and canted her head to to the side. The man had summoned her tonight to be by Dwayne's side. "Sometime's I think he's pushing us together" She told him.
* Dwayne pushed back some of Mora's hair and walked her the few inches backwards until her back touched the door. He bent down and barely kissed the corner of her mouth, then just behind her ear and finally, her cheek. "He doesn't have to," he mumbled against her cheek.
* Morghan hated the fact that Dwayne could get under her skin in seconds, it was little to no effort on his part the wood of the door pressed against her and Morghan smiled at his small kisses, she returned them. "No, he doesn't have to" she echoed each word was quiet straight to the point and yearning for him.
* Dwayne brushed the back of his knuckles over her cheeks and then down the sides of both of her arms. He took one step backward and then another, stepping on the backs of his shoes until he was out of them. "Come on," he said, nodding his head over in the direction of her bed.
* Morghan was a lamb, she followed him. She didn't look away from him, how could so? He was beautiful to gaze upon. Those moss orbs of hers watched it was the only thing she could do. He led her to the bed and she quickly and effortlessly slipped out of her flat black shoes discarding them upon the wood of the floor leaving her feet revealed in those skin colored tights.
* Dwayne smiled and then pushed the covers back. He helped her in first, let her settle down with her hair the way she wanted and then climbed in right behind her. He fixed the covers over the both of them and then reached around for her hand. He kissed the top of her shoulder, the crown of her head and then the back of her neck.
* Morghan watched the creases of the sheets move back and Morghan slipped off her red jumper leaving herself in only a white vest top, she shimmied out of her jeans and climbed under the sheets, pushing her hair behind her ears as her head rested against the pillows. He climbed in straight after her and pulled the sheets over both of them and she came in closer so her head was close to his, tips of their noses brushing against the other before turning over, and shimming backwards so her back pressed against his chest but still he showered her with kisses. He groped for her hand and she gave it to him willingly, and pulled him closer to her.
* Dwayne pushed his face so that it was buried in her hair. He lay there for a few minutes, breathing it in and stroking his fingers over her hand. When he laughed, it was just in the belly of his throat, a few vibrations that were low and quiet. "Shamus also told me to ask you to dance," he mumbled, already closing his eyes.
* Morghan laughed softly, her eyes closed her whole body relaxed in his presence. "Dance?" she sighed. "You know I don't know how to" She said softly, her voice becoming a little quieter. "I had a thought" she said.
* Dwayne laughed a little too. "No, no. It's fine. The way you almost seizure around," he mumbled and kissed the back of her head. "Oh yeah," he asked.
* Morghan pushed her lips together into an 'o' shape. "Seizure? sheesh I'm not that bad am I?" She asked. Shaking her head. "Yes, we bite the bullet. We be together, officially. Everyone knows. Nor have I done my girly gossip thing" She said slowly.
* Dwayne shifted a little behind her so that his head was resting more comfortably. He yawned and then pushed his face back into her hair; he loved the way it smelled. "Okay," he said back. "If that's what you want," he added. (And thank God he was mellowed out, or he might have jumped up and had a victory dance right there.) After fourteen years, it was finally happening and all he could do was kiss her shoulder again.
* Morghan smiled, she grinned like the chesire cat from Alice in Wonderland, but he couldn't see it took her a few moments to remove that cheeky grin from her features. "Is it what you want?" She asked slowly. She didn't want him to do it because she wanted to, she wanted him to do it because he wanted to do it to. Morghan was paranoid about this sort of thing.
* Dwayne let go of her hand and sat up a little. He pushed her shoulder back towards him so that he was hovering above her. Before he said anything, he pushed her hair out of her face, pulling his thumb along her jaw. He stared at her mouth and smiled, bending down just enough to barely touch her lips. "Of course I do," he said against her mouth, kissing her right after.
* Morghan was unsure, if she was human she would have held her breath she was waiting to see if he wanted this to. It was a common female thing she had experienced it before but this time little butterflies fluttered in her stomach making her nervous and shy. Dwayne gently pulled her towards him so she was looking up at him, and he was looking down at him he was so close to her now, breath hot on her skin. She closed her eyes slowly as he replied, and Morghan smiled and his kiss came, and she kissed him back with a fierce desire.
* Dwayne held onto the side of her head, pushing little strands of her hair out of the way with his fingers. When he felt like the kiss went on long enough, he pulled back, pecking her lips every few seconds until that stopped too. "Okay," he asked, looking at her face.
* Morghan felt content, the butterflies demanded to be free and yet she still held them captive he held her face and she nuzzled against his skin. "Yes" She whispered to him, oh she loved this man. Why had she not seen it sooner, why had it taken her fourteen years to realize the love she needed, the love she had wanted all along was right here in front of her.
* Dwayne kissed her forehead and mumbled "Good" against it. He turned her back over onto her side and settled in right behind her again. Dwayne yawned another time, stretched his legs out and then pushed his face back into her hair. "Goodnight Mora," he whispered.
* Morghan settled this time, she made sure the spine of her back was against the flesh of his chest tucked neatly against him. "Goodnight" She whispered, a soft murmur erupted from her lips before the sleep claimed her, and sweet dreams came to her.
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