Skylar:
*smacks him on the arm* It's not desperation. I like you. You like me. All is right with the world. *grabs his hand and pulls it around her, so they stand back to front and then looks up at him over her shoulder* Play nice Ricky. *One hand holds his arm around her while the other goes behind her to play in his hair* Don't get mad darlin'. I was just having fun.
Ric:
One night your fun is going to get you in trouble. * nods before he leans forward and pushes his fangs down deep in her neck *
Skylar:
*giggles and collapses against him as he feeds from her* It ain't fun unless you get in trouble Ricky.
--The following transcript was a live chat roleplay-- Ric:
"I have fun and never get in trouble." I don't elaborate on what my idea of fun is and how I have fun, because, well, Sky wouldn't think my habits should be classified as fun, but to me it is. I hold her out at arm’s length again, my eyes narrowing. "Something you want to tell me? About what you did to have your 'fun?'
Skylar:
“Huh? What? No. Pshh. What would I have to tell you that you don’t already know. I go out. I see friends. I drink. I come home. Or… more accurately I get pulled home. Aw Ricky… Did you miss me?”
I try to close the distance between us again, wanting to wrap my arms around his neck.
Ric:
"It was impossible to miss you with all the text messages you sent me." I tell her, stepping back a little.
Skylar:
I pout in an exaggerated, childish manner.
“I didn’t send you that many. I was good. I kept my hands busy.”
I nod. I mean I had a drink in my hand but I don’t clarify that fact as I don’t think he’ll take it any other way.
Ric:
"Yeah. I bet." I say with a roll of my eyes. I could only imagine all the stupid things her and her friends did when they were drunk. "Stop pouting. It's not attractive." I tell her with a nod of my head. "And you get 'pulled' home for your own safety. Someone has to think about it before you end up, you know, dead."
Skylar:
I smile when mentions me dying, not because I want that to happen but because this is how I know he cares.
“See. You do care about me. You always try and hide it but every now and then…”
I lose my footing and grab a hold of Ric’s arms before I hit the floor.
“But you know… You need to warn me… Cos... I could have still been in the bar. And then everyone would have seen me go poof.”
I let go of his arms to do the ‘poofing’ motion with my hands and this time end up plummeting to the floor, which makes me giggle.
Ric:
"They probably would have thanked me." I tell her with a wry smile as I watch her fall on her face. More or less. "Or they would have thought you fell off a bar stool and the world ate you." I shrug my shoulders, not caring how she would have had to explain that to the world or her friends.
Skylar:
I scoop my hair back out of my face with my forearm. It’s a weird way of doing it but seeing as how I’m drunk it seemed right.
“So… You want to out me as a vampire and have me hunted?”
I’m pouting again only this time I’m not playing, I’m actually hurt by what he said. Drink seems to make my mood swings worse… or easier. I dunno.
Ric:
"I would rather you didn't drink, but, I'm sure pigs will fly first. Sometimes, we have to learn things the hard way." I shrug my shoulders.
Skylar:
I reach out and tug on the pant leg of his jeans.
“So you’d really do that to me? Make me disappear in a room full of people?”
I ignore the drinking comment. He may be my boyfriend and I may do what he tells me too at times but that didn’t make him the boss of me. In fact the more he tells me not to drink the more I want to.
Ric:
I just stare down at her. She's in one of those nonsense moods. The one where we have these roundabout discussions and I hate talking. I hate talking about things that don't make sense even more. "I did tonight, didn't I?" I tell her before glaring down at her. I feel like I'm her older brother or dad sometimes. "No. Stop being stupid."
Skylar:
“Then why did you say that? Why are you so mean to me?”
I curl myself around his leg like a cat might, only I can’t weave back and forth between them so I just hug his leg and rest my head against it.
Ric:
I just stare. "Because I think no one's ever been mean to you before, princess." I tell her. "And you need to come back down to planet earth and get a reality check." I move away from her by taking a few steps back, and shake her off. "If you had real responsibilities, I bet you wouldn't do this. Do you have a job?" I look at her, though I know she doesn't. "Outside of busking? You know, where you have to be held responsible for your actions and quality of work, or does daddy Ellie give you everything you want?"
Skylar:
I lay down on the floor as he pulls away from me. I’m leaning on one arm as it’s stretched out across the floor. My other hand starts picking at the carpet.
“**** you,” I grumble. “I work. I work hard. You know **** all about me. Ellie doesn’t pay me ****. Not anymore. He gave me some money the night I died but that’s it. I didn’t ask for it. I didn’t need it. I put it with my trust money. Money isn’t everything.”
Ric:
"You're delusional. While money isn't everything, it does make the world go around." I tell her before sighing. "And I know more about you than I think you do. I think." I'm not sure what's going on when I feed off her, but I get some sort of window of insight to someone's life. I assume it's hers, but I'm not 100 percent sure yet. Only one way to find out, and that was to keep on continuing with feeding off her until something seems familiar about her. "But yeah, whatever. **** me. I'm an asshole because I'm occasionally concerned you might get yourself killed by acting like you're still human. Tidbit. You aren't."
Skylar:
“Fine you like money I’ll give you what I have. I don’t need it.”
I wriggle around on the floor and pull out my phone.
“I made $48,000 a couple of days ago. I’ve been making more money in one month than most people make in a year. Here…”
I log into my bank account and then throw my phone along the floor towards him.
“Put in your details and take what you like. And I am still human. Kinda. I just have awesome super powers now.”
Ric:
"You aren't human. Being able to eat doesn't make you human." I tell her before nudging the phone away with my foot. "I don't want your money, I have enough of my own. More than enough. I was just stating a fact. Without money, you can't really do anything." I shrug my shoulders. "Whatever. I don't even know why we're having this conversation. Or half the conversations we do. I think you just like talking."
Skylar:
“I do like talking,” I tell him as I lay on my back. “Ricky… You like me right?”
I turn my head a little to see if I can see him, but it’s awkward cos he’s like behind me. I don’t mind him kicking my phone. The thing’s not exactly a treasured item of mine. In fact I have very few possessions that I actually treasure. The list probably stops at my guitars if I’m honest and now I have three of them.
Ric:
I groan as she asks me what she should already know. If I didn't tolerate her, or like her then she wouldn't be here. This is one of those reassurance things. I sigh. "Yeah, I like you. But not when you're doing stupid stuff that might or will probably get you killed."
Skylar:
“I wasn’t doing stupid ****.”
I fold my arms across my chest and stamp my foot on the floor. Though to do that, I had to bring my knees up. I realise then that I’m still wearing my shoes and start to pull them off.
“We were drinking. Having a laugh. You know. Having fun. One night you should come with me. You’d see I don’t do anything stupid. We nothing I wouldn’t have done while I like had a heartbeat.”
I go still. I have my shoes in one hand and the other goes to my heart as I pout.
“I kinda miss that.”
Ric:
"I don't think I would like that. While you all are drinking, I'd be standing around not drinking. It wouldn't look right." I shrug my shoulders and look at where she's pointing. "You miss your heartbeat? I bet you never even thought about it while you were human. Most don't because it just does its own thing for us." I sit down on the ground, though as a hand goes to the floor, it slips just a little and I'm off balance for about a second. I pause and just look at her, and then the ground wondering how that happened. I don't normally have issues with trying to sit down, so it's a little strange, but then again, this whole night could be labelled strange. My whole life lately could be strange. I finish sitting instead of half standing with one hand on the ground and one knee on the ground and just look at Skylar. "And people who are drunk don't believe anything they do is stupid, but we both know that isn't true."
Skylar:
“Fine then come do your shadow thing. Check up on me. I ain’t got nothing to hide Ricky. You’d see then. I’m not in any danger. Well. Not for being discovered as a vampire anyways. Usually my bad decisions include men… Like going home with the wrong… And well…”
I drop my shoes off to one side, turn over and crawl over to Ric and lay my head in his lap.
“I have you. So that ain’t gonna happen. So I think I’m safe. And yes. Yes I do. Miss my heartbeat that is. It used to thunder in my ears at times like this. I miss that.”
I look up at Ric and smile.
“You’re pretty.”
I tell him this as I reach out with my hand and try to stroke him across the jawline.
“I like you. Like really like you.”
Ric:
I just stare down at her. And then there's a small, very small smile that comes on the corners of my lips. As annoying as Skylar can be drunk, every once in a while there's something amusing? flattering? I don't know the word yet, but something about her that she says or does that makes me smile. Just a little bit. "I think you're like, really drunk." I tell her and even laugh a little before leaning forward and giving her a little kiss on the lips.
Skylar:
I smile and place my hand around the back of his neck so that I can use him to pull myself up and return the kiss, brief as it may be.
“I may be drunk, but it’s still the truth. I probably kinda more than like you but I don’t think there’s a word for it. You know that stage between love and like… Oh… maybe you don’t know. But there’s really not a word for it.”
My hand is still on the back of his neck and my fingertips lightly tickle at the skin at beneath them.
“I want to name it but I can’t. I have no idea what to call it.”
I giggle and blush slightly as I realise I may be saying too much.
“I should shut up now shouldn’t I?”
Ric:
I don't really know what she's talking about, but it was good to know there were stages. I think we're at different stages. I don't say this because I don't want Skylar to have a Skylar moment, not when we're not arguing anymore. Or having 'deep conversations,' about stuff that I didn't see as being deep at all. But they seemed to be the end all for Skylar. "Yes." I tell her with a nod before taking her hand from around my neck and put it in front of me. I stare at it, then shrug before I bite into her wrist. I've never done that before and wonder if there's any difference since she's more or less called my attention to her arm and hand by playing with my neck.
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--The following transcript was a live chat roleplay-- Skylar:
I go quiet. I can be quiet. At least I think I can. He removes my hand from his neck and I go to object but then he bites my wrist. It’s not as nice as when he bites my neck but I still like it.
“You hungry tonight?”
I ask. He’s never fed off of me twice in one night before. I actually start to worry that he might be injured or something. I half sit up. Or at least I try. It’s a bit difficult what with him having a hold of my hand and all.
“Oh my god you aren’t like injured or something are you? Are you hurt?”
Ric:
"No. I mean-No. I'm not injured. I was experimenting." I tell her with a shrug before giving a short laugh at her attempt to sit up. "I should have asked first. Sorry." I'm not greedy when it comes to feeding off other vampires. Usually I only take what I need, but the thought had struck me. I would rather bite her neck, but now I know. "I'm fine." I assure her before lying flat on my back to look up at the ceiling. "If I was hurt, you would know. You would see it. The shadows." Or maybe not. The apartment isn't the brightest in the world. "Did I tell you I have a brother? He's human. I bet you two would get along good. Since you both do that human thing." I turn my head to look at her from the side, lazily as my hands rest on my chest, like they weigh too much to be at my sides. It's kind of weird-again. But I have been working hard at killing things.
Skylar:
I snuggle up against him as he lays down on the floor.
“You never have to ask Ricky. I can easily get back what you take.”
I gesture in the general direction of the fridge.
“And good. I’m glad. I like you not injured. And yeah. You told me you had a brother. On our auction date thingy. Remember? In Lancaster’s. And people don’t get on just cos their the same species. Silly goose.”
I tap him on the nose. I’m kinda proud I managed to keep my finger on target actually. I laugh at the thought of how wrong that could have gone. My coordination is a little off, so there was a good chance I might have poked him in the eye.
Ric:
I do remember. I remember well. Why didn't I remember before she told me that? She pokes my nose and I laugh. It's not really funny, so I'm not sure why I am laughing. I stop and then look up at the ceiling again before groaning and turning away from the ceiling. It's sort of not staying in place. "Maybe I am injured." I rub at my head. "Maybe I have that thing. In my brain. A tumor you said?" I close my eyes before laughing a little too hard. I roll on my side and stare at her. She's not center either. "Stop moving." I push at her shoulders, which makes her move more and does the thing I don't want her to do. "Just come here." I inch over to her.
Skylar:
I’m on my side again. My head on my arm as he starts talking crazy. I’ve never heard Ric talk like this before. It’s funny. Tumour. Pfft. Unlikely. When he tells me to stop moving I can’t help but laugh, which is probably the reason he then shoved.
“Hey. I wasn’t moving.”
I stop my complaining there, cos he seems to want to be closer to me. I kinda like when he’s like that.
“I doubt you have a tumour.”
I tell him this as I run my free hand through his hair. I’m probably a little rougher than I should be but it’s hard to control myself and my strength and such after a few drinks. This was probably the kind of trouble Ric worried about. Me doing something stupid and like lifting a motorcycle over my head or something.
“Want me to cut it open and take a look?”
I’m teasing of course. I’d never hurt Ric and a brain surgeon I am not.
Ric:
I get serious, or I think I'm being serious when she suggests looking inside my head. "Do you know what they look like?" I sort of sit up on my one arm, propped on my side as I look at her. "I probably have something in the drawer there. That could cut through a skull." In fact, I know I do. Only it's not in the drawer. I stop myself from saying something more. What the **** was wrong with me? "And you were moving. You were spinning." I make a few circles with my left index finger to show her. "I think that would be appealing. You in some scrubs with your hair up. Maybe some glasses too." I shrug before laughing at the thought. I try and imagine her in those things, but I keep thinking about her cutting my head open. I wonder what she would see in there. If she could. "I could get you some scrubs sometime. From the hospital." I tell her. I think she would look alright in the light blue ones.
Skylar:
“Erm… In theory?”
I tell him before he starts babbling about having something that can cut through a skull. That’s kinda gross. But I guess it’s be expected what with his business and all. There were bits of dead things in the apartment pretty much 24/7, it was just one of those quirks you have to live with if you want to live with Ric.
“Aww. Ricky.”
I have that sweet girly tone that us women get when they’re complimented or something.
“You want to play dress up with me? You should so get me the scrubs. Like now. And wait? You like chicks in glasses?”
It’s my turn to shove him in the shoulder.
“You’re such a guy. Oh crap. You’re like… acting like me. Only a guy me. Not me, me. You sound drunk. Have you been drinking? I didn’t know you could do that.”
I sound excited. I am excited. I like this Ric. The silly Ric. The Ric that seems to be saying the first thing that comes to his mind.
Ric:
"No. You're dressing up. I'm just me with a brain tumor. You have to fix me." I say, then laugh. "Hypothetically. Nothing is really wrong with me." I nod. "And I don't know if I like women-hey you said chicks. Why do you get to say chicks and I can't?" I grab her and yank her on top of me. "We could go get them together. I could sneak in and then summon you inside. You can get your size and then I'll summon you back home." I roll my eyes. "I can't get drunk, Skylar. Not anymore. Not that I ever have been. I've never even had a beer." I tell her.
Skylar:
“Ooo. A plan. I like it. Let’s do that.”
I laugh as I lay on top of him. I have one elbow resting on the floor, just over his shoulder. With my free hand I run my fingers through his hair.
“Though to do that we have to like move and stuff. Like get up from off the floor. And when did I say you couldn’t say chicks? Did I say that? Or are you putting words in my mouth? Maybe I was channelling my inner Ric.”
I laugh at the thought of that. Looking down at him though that thought quickly disappears and I lean down and kiss him.
“You’re kinda distracting. You know that?”
Ric:
"We should do it tomorrow. I like here." I tell her as one of my hands go to the floor and feels for its sturdiness. "When I called you a chick." I say before returning the kiss, then rolling over so she was now on the ground and I was on top of her. Only, I was using both my hands to keep from actually laying on her and squishing her. "No. I wasn't even doing anything but being me." I shrug a little before eyeing Skylar up. "We should get a couple pairs of scrubs." I tell her with a single nod of my head. "And you should wear them in here. The apartment. Only in here." As I tell her this, I'm imagining her in them and am on my elbows so that my hands can inch their way over her clothing and skin. "It should be part of the dating protocol." I laugh and as I do this, I'm laughing into her stomach before kissing it.
Skylar:
“Aww. So I’m not allowed to play doctor with anyone else?”
I’m teasing. Of course. It’s not like I’d want to go out dressed in scrubs. I’m kind of surprised though. I never thought Ric would be into that kind of thing. He’s still having a hard time with the basics and roleplay was kind of advanced level. Or at least I thought it was. I’ve not really done all that much of it myself. Never kept a guy around long enough for it to be necessary.
I run both hands over his head, my fingers playing in his hair while he kisses my stomach.
“Wow. Ricky. I don’t know what you’re on but whatever it is, you should do it more often.”
I just about manage to stop myself from saying, ‘while you’re down there.’ Partially cos I don’t want him to stop what he’s doing but mainly because I know I’d have to explain it.
Ric:
I groan because she's talking about something I'm not even sure of. "I'm not on anything. I don't drink or do drugs or anything. I can't and if I could, I wouldn't." I stop kissing her stomach and inch up so I can kiss her lips. "Stop talking so we can have sex. We're having sex." I tell her as if it's a matter of fact. "Can we have it here?" I'm not sure where sex is allowed to happen. Are there protocols for that too? I laugh again. "I think we can have sex here."
Skylar:
“You have no idea what you’re missing out on.”
I clearly mean what I say but I don’t really want to talk about that. I love when he’s all masterful like this. It’s really hot. I should shut up. I know I should but my mind and mouth are so often out of sync and it’s always worse when I’ve had a drink.
“Of course we can have sex here. We can have sex anywhere you want. And if someone comes in… well then maybe they’ll learn to knock for next time.”
I wrap my legs around him and kiss him. I’m probably a little too eager but I can’t seem to help myself.
“Ricky… Why do I gotta be quiet? Don’t you love me when I talk?”
It had to be asked, the question was nagging at me.
Ric:
"It depends what we talk about." I say not caring if someone walked in. Why would they? Maybe Thing Two would, but I doubted it. Or Simone. That was unlikely too. No one else has a key. "Can we not have a discussion on that right now?" I groan because I want to have sex and she's ruining it for me. Except for the whole, 'we can have sex anywhere you want,' bit. I've never thought of where I've wanted to have sex before. But I want it here, right now and so I kiss her hard on the lips to prove it.
Skylar:
I moan against his lips. I can live with that answer. For now. I mean yeah. It’s probably not the best time to be having this conversation, not if he’s actually in the mood to have sex. I kiss him back, arching my back as I do so that I can press myself against him. Oddly. As much as I want him, I can’t help but hope he doesn’t ruin my jeans when he tries to get me out of them. The mood he’s in, I half expect him to try and cut me out of them and I really hate breaking in new jeans. This in mind, my hands go to unbutton my trousers instead of his. I’m not taking any chances.
Ric:
She's stopped talking. Good. I don't want to have deep conversations during sex, if ever. I don't really think of the same things she does and definitely not to the severity Skylar does. She's unbuttoning her pants and while it irritates me, I let it go. I'm just not in the mood to care how we get to the having sex part, I just want to get there. I'm finishing helping her get undressed so we can get there faster, all while laughing occasionally. At what, I don't know, but it's what I do.
