Strengthening Bonds [Mora]

[Olive]

--The following transcript was a live chat roleplay--

Mora: Mora was confused, she had just bumped into Aiden Geist and now her head was a mess. She slipped out of his apartment after saying thank you for... tending to her burn, well - at least bandaging the thing, he had gotten so close to her and she felt so awkward. God she missed Dwayne and in that moment she wanted slap him silly for even leaving her, men thought with their dicks. He left her alone to be ripped apart by the wolves, he promised to protect her - to be there for her forever and yet he was not. The bloody tear rolled down her cheek as she pushed the appropriate floor that her apartment was on in West Towers, ignoring the light above her that made her eyes hurt every time.

Mora: The elevator ride was no more than a couple of seconds, but it felt like a life time. It was horrid, her foot tapped impatiently against the metal before it SWOOSHED open startling her. She exited it and hurried to APT 303, and slipped inside, locking the door behind her. The apartment was quiet, untouched. Her eyes went to the bed as she thought of the night her and Dwayne killed themselves, out of love. She grunted and tore her eyes away and headed into the bathroom.

Mora: She looked at a mirror, expecting to see a reflection but there was nothing, she could not see her face - she'd never be able to see her face again, her forest green hues looked down to the bandage on her arm - and quickly, she wrapped her fingers around the matieral ripping it off, it took some of the scab with it. She wailed in pain, glad to be the only one in the apartment. She couldn't wear this bandage. She collapsed then in the bath, blood slowly oozed from the burn as she whimpered and dabbed at it with white towel, drying to dry the blood before tending it to herself with warm water and salt.

Olive: Olive slid her key in the lock, thankful she had remembered to bring it as the door was locked shut - which wasnt odd, just annoying to her really. She sighed lightly, pushing the door open just in time to hear a loud out-cry of pain echoing through the apartment. What in green grass... She thought, blinking before shutting the door behind her and calling out. "Mora?"

Olive: She frowned, had that been her sire, crying out in pain like that? A dry feeling crept up in her throat as she tried to swallow it down, making her way past the hall and stopping at the entrance to the bathroom. Blinking. Staring. "What... Mora?" She bit into her lip. What could possibly be wrong, that her sire had cried out like that, and then her molten chocolate hues narrowed on the reason, and her jaw clenched as she could smell her sires lifeforce oozing from the wound.

Olive: "What happened?!" She exclaimed then, moving immediately to her sires side and the side of the tub as she hit her knees and grabbed her sire's hand to lift the wound up to her face to study it more closely. It looked like a burn, as far as she could tell, but she didnt want to assume. "Oh, Mora... sire..." She frowned then, taking the towel from her sires hand without asking, and slowly starting to clean the wound for her.

Olive: She cared about her sire, that much was evident, frowning as she was sure she was causing her pain in the cleaning. "Im sorry..." She bit her lip, what more was there to say? She was sorry she hadnt been there for her, sorry she hadnt been able to help her more, sorry that she probably coudnt have helped regardless being as young as she was. And it showed on her face as her pained eyes traveled up to lock onto Mora's green ones.

Mora: Mora sat in the bath, dabbing at her burn on her arm. The ripped, yet bloody bandage on the floor near the bin. The towel scraped across her skin and she shuddered each time the material rubbed against the crusted skin she moaned. That was when she heard the door open, and close. Someone was here in this apartment, she sat up straight then - but before she could actually climb out the bath, Olive was already in the bathroom - looking at her and Mora slumped back. She'd been found her. A sigh escaped her lips.

Mora: "I was clumsy..." She started as Olive took the towel from her, and and began to clean the wound for her. "I was thinking, didn't even know the sun had come up, got burnt slept in the old theater, in Cherrydale." She shrugged her shoulders, and smiled at her childe. Warm features stretching. "I'm fine." She told her noting the worried look on her features. "Don't be sorry." She said.

Olive: But Olive already was. And once Olive had made up her mind, it was set. So there was nothing Mora could do, or say, that would have changed her mind about how sorry she was that there was nothing she could do but help clean up the aftermath. And she would, as best as she could, because that was what a childe did, right? She had no clue, but she knew one thing: She cared. Mora had saved her life, and even though the wound at her chest wasnt healing like it should and it still hurt from time to time, she had otherwise gotten out of the battle for life unscathed. And alive. And she had no one to thank for that except Mora. So as far as she was concerned, she owe Mora everything she had to give.

Olive: "Clumsy or not, Im here to help. And I am sorry. I should have been there for you."

Mora: Mora was a stubborn soul, but she didn't deny the aid. Aiden had ruined her mind for the time being and her odd smile suddenly appeared on her features. Olive was here, in front of her with a cloth in hand and was dabbing at her scabbed and crusty arm. "There is no need for you to be sorry, my clumsy actions - are not your fault." She laughed, her throat catching. "I was the clumsy one, I should have been indoors at sunrise but I was too busy thinking about Dwayne..." The woman gave a shrug of her shoulders placing a hand on the woman's skin and squeezing it.

Mora: "Let me get out of this thing." She said referring to the bath, she stood on her feet and stepped out, pulling Olive into the living room with her - she was done sniffling she used her good arm to rub away any tears that were once shed over this silly wound. She said down at the edge of her bed, looking at the ash tray on the coffee table, and thought about having a cigarette, before looking to her firecracker.

Olive: Olive frowned. Mora just didnt understand how her mind worked. Not yet anyways. Which was okay, and no one was to blame more for that than Olive and her lack of seeking Mora out to spend time with her. But Olive's mind didnt work like that. What she made the conscious decision to do, was what she would do - she didnt go looking for things to do. She only did what she had to do, the bare minimum, and in that she had an injured sire now. A sire she had failed to protect. She sighed and shook her head, then nodded it, still cleaning the womans wound. But then she was getting up, and Olive rose at the same time.

Olive: "Dwayne?" She asked, being tugged into the living room, stumbling slightly around the corner and into the bedroom. Mora sat on the edge of the bed and Olive looked down at the towel she still had in her hand. Bloodied. Teeth ground against each other as she suddenly got angry. And that projected to Mora. "Why would you be so clumsy?" She asked in a harsh tone while returning the eye contact, then turning to heading back to the bathroom she tossed the towel aside and grabbed up a roll of gauze and an ace wrap from the cabinet. Heading back out, "You are -not- allowed to die on me, dammit." She winced then, her hand going up to her chest as she stopped cold in her tracks at the pain that vibrated through her.

Olive: Her wound still hadnt healed from the night she had been shot in the chest, though she hadnt told anyone of that, she swallowed roughly and shook it off to continue back to sit next to Mora. Plucking the gauze from its wrapper she started to dress the womans wounds - properly this time.

Mora: 'Dwayne' She asked, as if the name meant nothing to her, and she nodded - she soon noticed that she hadn't told the woman about Dwayne - what he was to her, what she was to him. "Dwayne is my husband...." She started, the word 'husband' should have said everything perhaps Olive was wondering why she had never met this man. She hadn't he'd been dead for a long time now. It made her sad everything she thought of him, so lost in the realms. "He's been dead a long time." The woman looked down, "He was on my mind today, and hence the sun burn, I miss him." She shrugged her shoulders - dismissing the nagging need, and desire for her soulmate.

Mora: Mora laughed. "I'm not going to die." She said, "It'll take more than sun burn to kill me. I don't go down without a fight - though, I've only died twice since being a vampire - one for a bounty, and the other during a war." She laughed again, the war was a long time ago - She had dueled Lelantos to the death. Danced with her, she'd badly wounded the woman - almost dragging her to the realms with her. She lived life of the edge back then - not like now, she was so careful.

Olive: Olive continued to dress her sires wound. She had been burned enough times in her human life to know how to dress one - gotta give it breathing room, so she wrapped the ace bandage over it loosely, that way when Mora moved, the wound would get air from the exchange in space with the gauze. Olive blinked and looked back up to her sire, staring her dark chocolates straight into her sires mossy green hues. Dead husband? She blinked, then nodded and looked back down to the dressed wound as she lightly patted the edges and then instinctively moved a hand into her sires, giving it a soft squeeze. "You can miss him all you want, but I'm right here, right now, sire." The look she gave Mora was one of sadness.

Olive: Then she smiled. It wasnt unusual for Olive to switch through emotions so easily like she was constantly spinning a wheel. "And Im not going anywhere." She half chimed, the smile warming her chocolate hues before she got up and let her sires hand go, moving to the kitchen and calling over her shoulder. "I had something to ask you..." She could be heard rummaging through the kitchen, cups clanging and the fridge opening and shutting, the microwave dinging noisily before she could be seen making her way back into the room a moment later. Carting two glasses full of warmed blood. She handed one to her sire and retook her seat next to her.

Mora: Mora smiled at her childer - the woman patted at her arm, winding matieral around the burn fastening it in place - Mora made faces every now and again not making any noises that gave away the pain - but the faces, they revealed it. It would be fine in a day or so, she would need a day to heal it, and so some blood but that would be it. "I know your right here babe. I know you are." Olive was so good for her, she was healthy. She brought happiness to a broken woman right when she needed it - she couldn't have asked for a better moment to recieve this bundle of love.

Mora: 'I'm not going anywhere' She said, and Mora laughed - grateful. "I'm glad, you can't leave me. Not ever." The tone was playful - with a hint of seriousness laced in. She needed Olive, probably as much as Olive needed Mora, it was mutual their feelings the same. Their bond growing. 'I wanted to ask you something' Mora looked from the ground to the kitchen where Olive was now messing around, the clanging of china on the counter and the ding of the microwave. "Blood." Mora said in an excited tone. Oh she was thirsty. She took the cup and raised it to her lips.

Mora: "What was it you wanted to ask me?" She asked curiously.

Olive: She took a swig off her glass in tune with Mora, even though she wasnt really thirsty. Swiping her hand over her lips to ensure that no blood was left on them, she glanced over at Mora and rested the glass in her lap. "I was hoping, you maybe... knew someone that could give me a job?" She asked lightly, her words rolling upwards in tone as she posed the question. She honestly hated the fact that she had little to no direction, that she herself couldnt be messed with to figure out what to do with herself all the damn time now that she had no real obligations day by day aside from feeding and breaking and entering. And because of that, she had thought that getting a job would have been a good idea. So she figured the best person to ask would have been Mora, seeing as how the woman seemed to have a ton of cash and always knew what she was doing.

Olive: She wrapped both hands around the glass of blood resting in her lap and looked back over to Mora. Her chocolate hues danced over the bandage that she herself had placed on her sires arm not moments before, and she smiled softly at it. She wanted nothing more than to make her sire feel better, even though she was sure she felt something a bit deeper in the pain behind the womans eyes than just from the sunburn itself. It felt like... angst. And Olive didnt like it - but she also didnt know what to do about it. So she just looked back to her glass and bit into her lip lightly in thought.

Mora: Mora watched Olive curious as to what she wanted to ask her she wanted to help the woman any way she could. It was what sire's did, it was what she was going to do now. The warm glass of blood in her grasp warmed her skin as she brought the cup to her peach lips, the rim of the glass dancing at the edge of her tongue before she took a swig. The thick, iron tasting liquid filled her entire being sating a thirst for a brief moment, she brought down her glass and rested it against her knee before looking back at her childe.

Mora: 'A job' She exclaimed and Mora's eyes widened she could offer the woman a job if she wanted to. Mora laughed then her belly rumbled in delight. "I can hook you up with a job." She said, placing the glass down on her bed side table. "Do you have a specific speciality?" She asked, and then asked another question soon after. "Why do you want a job?" Mora's thought process was; 'I could supply her childe with the money for whatever she needed, or wanted.' but she didn't say it out loud.

Olive: Mora laughed. She laughed, and Olive blinked. Why... was her sire laughing? Had she implied a joke? Was it supposed to be a joke, a vampire having a job? She furrowed her brows and just stared at Mora, blinking her chocolates at her. Then she looked down at her glass, staring at the bright crimson liquid that seemingly laughed at her too. Haha, you're a pire, wanting a job. Olive scowled. She hadnt meant for it to be a joke! But then just as quickly as she scowled, she started laughing too. A simple, light hearted laugh. Because it was funny, the thought of a pire holding a job. She shook her head again, then tipped her glass back for a couple swigs, and then rested it on her thigh and looked over to Mora again. "Hmm?" She hadnt heard her sire's words, only her laughs. And in that she probably looked like a fool, laughing while Mora was talking, but she honestly hadnt heard her.

Mora: Olive's laugh was like wind chimes. It was cute and adorable, she adored it. She could get her a job with Shamus, maybe even a few other people - as her time grew in Harper Rock she had met many a people, some great people and some bad people. She enjoyed some people's company more than others. She could perhaps get her a job with her blood sire - as absent as he was at time, he was always hiring for his businesses. Mora grabbed at her glass again, and taking another gulp - she continued this until there was nothing more than dribs and drabs at the bottom of the glass, pooling into a small circle. 'Hmmm' Olive murmered. Mora placed the cup down and brought her glance back to Olive, she acted as if she hadn't heard her question. So she prompted her again. "What are your specialities" She said, expanding a little more. "What are you good at, what would -you- like to do?" She asked turning her body to look at her fiery red headed childe.

Olive: Olive glanced to the glass that was empty that was her sires, and she immediately offered her hers. It was still half full and if her sire wanted it, she could have it. Olive had already fed earlier in the day before coming home to her sire falling apart in the bathtub. She brought a hand up to poke a finger into her ear and wiggle it around, hoping that that would help the fact that she still couldnt hear Mora, but she could read her lips pretty decently enough, so she shrugged. "I dont know. Anything." She dropped her hand to her lap, but still held out the glass with the blood in it to Mora in case she wanted it. "Im good at stealing. Its like, all Im good at. I can handle the hunters in the sewers too, no problem. Ive got like 15 severed heads to sell still." She chuckled and shrugged, patting her pockets she pulled out a bunch of fungi for her sire. "Will you use this stuff? I hate carrying it around and Ive been meaning to ask."

Mora: was good at and Mora's grin widened, as she clapped her hands enthusiastically. "That's fantastic! Really!" She said. "I even have a hard time killing those guys, and honestly. I need them." She said referring to the sewer fungi she offered her, Mora slowly took the items from her hands and beamed at her childe. "You make me so proud." She said.

Olive: Olive raised her brows at Mora's enthusiasm. It was refreshing, to see Mora in a light hearted mood, instead of her usual 'debbie downer' mood. And Olive was glad that if she didnt do anything today on purpose, at least she managed to make her sire happy. Seeing Mora smile like that made her grin, and she even gave off a light giggle of sorts because of the infectious mood. Mora asked her if she liked video games, and Olive thought about that. Did she? Sure. "Sure." Her voice echoed her thought, and she nodded slightly, reaching her hands into her back pockets to pull out some more stuff she had found in the sewers that Mora would probably use. She set it all out on the bed, nodding softly. It wasnt much, but it was something, and she was just glad to be giving her sire stuff she needed. And then Mora said it. Proud. And Olive blinked. Just hearing the word made her look over at Mora's green hues with her own chocolate ones, and she blinked again, then couldnt help but laugh as she brought a hand up to rub at the back of her neck. "Gosh sire, its just a bunch of stuff. And some foot soldiers." She wrote it off as nothing big, not knowing that most had trouble with them.

Mora: 'Just a bunch of stuff' She said and Mora shook her head slowly. "It's more than a bunch of stuff, some of these things are very useful, needed for rituals. Which I happen to do, a lot." She nervously laughed and looked over to the small ritual alter at the other end of the room, with dried candle wax dripping down the alter. "Binding ingredients." She said. 'Sure' she said, to her earlier question of video games. Cool, Mora would get her job at Hellequin's place. Hellequin had to understand that Mora had made a family - he needed to start getting involved with her, and her family. She silently promised herself that. "I'll talk to your grandsire." She said, with a smile.

Olive: Grandsire. The word made her eyebrows furrow as she more seriously rubbed at the back of her neck. "I have a grandsire?" She couldnt help but ask, the words coming out in a hushed tone as if she wasnt supposed to be saying them. Why hadnt she been told this before? That meant that her own childe had even more people to meet... she licked over her lips lightly and sighed. At least she didnt have to decide on meeting this person. That decision probably would have ended not in their favor - seeing as how they clearly werent around to meet Olive though she was constantly lurking. She scoffed lightly though she nodded at the items. "I can get more, no problem."

Mora: 'I have a grandsire?' She asked and Mora nodded her head. "How do you think I became a vampire, Olive?" she asked with a playful smile. "He.... when I turned you, I gave you a choice - asked you if you wanted to be saved, you said yes, hence you being here. Hellequin.. he didn't ask me. He just did it. No choice in my human life ending. I was force sired." She remembered that night very well - waking up alone, in a new life. Hellequin's teeth ripping at her neck, and she found her hands raising to her neck rubbing at the smooth skin, expecting to feel two puncture wounds, after a moment of recollection she turned her glance back to Olive. "I can pay you, if you wanted to get more. I also need zombie ears too." She shrugged her shoulders, she needed a **** ton of stuff honestly.

Olive: Olive raised her eyebrows. She didnt think about it either way, not wasting her time to come up with her own opinion on the fact that Mora had admitted to being force turned. She canted her head to the side, giving Mora a rather blank stare as she blinked a couple of times. "Hellequin, eh? Thats an odd name." She shrugged, tipping her head back upright and glancing to the pile of ritual items that she had provided her sire with. Zombie ears. "Oh, I can get you plenty of those. How many? Fifty? A hundred?" She asked lightly, glancing back at her sire. "I quite like the zombies. They are fun. Did you need any ancient bones or relics from the ones in the Maus?" She revealed that she had in fact been following Mora around, and had found her way into the Maus despite Mora showing her where it was unknowingly.

Mora: She nodded as Olive repeated her sire's name. He was odd, he loved his technology owned three businesses, and according to Elizabeth - enjoys watching.... porn. "He's an odd person, very odd. Coops himself up in his apartment - married a weird lady, who likes to call herself my step-sire." She shook her head as if confused. "They aren't bad people." She said finally. Shrugged her shoulders as she scooted back on the bed, itching at her bandages on her arm. The burn was itchy. Olive asked how many she wanted and Mora grabbed at the small notebook at the side of her bed and brought it to her, it usually kept the list of ingredients she needed, or told her the count of plants she'd been growing. "I'll take as many as you can spare. I have no limit." She said revealing a small bracelet attached to her wrist bone. "I would need Unholy relics, and Ancient Relics too." Mora laughed, Olive was a quick learner, and it was cute. "You found your way to the catacombs?" She asked curiously.

Olive: Olive grinned sheepishly and nodded. She had indeed, and it was all thanks to Mora that she had. "I followed you." She admitted, shrugged and reaching up to scratch at her cheek idly before dropping her hand to her lap - though her other reached and stopped Mora from scratching at her bandages. "No, no, dont. It itches I know... but thats because its healing. Trust me, its getting enough air - I made sure of that." She smiled faintly, "And alright, I can get you more. Is that list always up to date?" She asked, peering at the notebook that had numbers and itemized objects listed neatly.

Mora: Olive's hand came up to stop her from scratching at her wound as she mumbled, and wriggled. "It's itchy." She whined at her childe. Complaining about the burn was all she wanted to do, as she looked back to the notebook closing it and running the palm of her hand over the cover, then to it's spiral spine. "You followed me?" She laughed. "My little stalker." She lightly tapped at Olive's nose playfully. Mora found it adorable that she was sticking close to her, and it made her feel warm and fuzzy on the inside. "The list is always up to date yes, your sire likes to be organized. Habit of mine" She said, it was more down to the fact that she own three businesses and a library - she needed to keep track of things she had to, every ounce of detail needed to be kept, this was the only way she knew to keep track, it was either that or making a document on the database.

Olive: Olive scrunched her nose up as her sire tapped at it playfully, she scoffed out a light laugh and shook her head while giving her sire's upper arm a reassuring squeeze as if to silently say 'I know.' Though she simply beamed at Mora the moment she was called a little stalker. It showed plainly in her eyes that she was proud to be called such a thing, proud to be able to make her sire smile and be proud of herself. Olive settled more comfortably against the bed and nodded slowly then, resting her hands in her lap gently as she glanced from the item list to the pile on the bed, then back to the item list. "I'll most certainly keep my eyes open then. And if I need to know, that notebook will be right there, all the time, right? So I can just refer to that, as to what you need?" She grinned. She loved knowing that she was helping her sire, knowing that she wasnt just wasting her time and not doing anything productive. If gaining ritual items was what Mora needed , then that was what she would do.

Mora: "It's there, or usually on my desk just over there underneath my mountain of paperwork i've been putting off." She said, raising an arm over in the direction desk where her iMac sat with multicolored sticky notes all over the tower. It wasn't as bad as it had been, she'd cleaned it last week and that was a good thing, considering she cleaned her desk once in a blue moon. "It'll be in your reach, I wouldn't worry." She laughed, before patting Olive's knee affectionately. "I can pay you for these services" She said, pushed a loose strand of golden hair behind her ear before focusing her forest hues on her fire headed childe watching her curiously. It was odd, that she followed her around Harper Rock, and a pang of worry filled her gut. "Am I around enough for you? - Am I giving you enough attention?" She found herself asking. Worrying that she was being a bad, neglective sire to Olive.

Olive: She looked over to the desk that Mora had motioned to, blinking at the vibrant colorful sticky notes stuck to the tower of the computer on the desk. Oh Mora. She couldnt help but admire her in that moment, nodding slowly again. She bit her lip and looked to her knee that her sire had patted, staring at it idly for a second or two while she ran through a sharp flurry of thoughts. Pay me? Hell no. I dont need the money. She doesnt need to give me the money. What do I need money for? I have what I need. Right here. "Just find me a job, we'll call it even." She gave a soft smile, nodding, then stopping. What?

Olive: She shook her head then, eyebrows furrowed as she was clearly worried by this train of thought from her sire. "What, no. You are fine. Look, if you arent here enough, I'll be the first to let you know. I'll spam that computer over there like I do the Daradasi crownet." She grinned, giving a soft chuckle while she continued to shake her head lightly.