Honey I'm Home (Indigo - Hive)

[Kaspar]

For the first time in a long time Kaspar felt truly weary, the kind of weariness that overcomes you after a long trip, after a family vacation that while has highs is filled with those little niggly arguments and reminders of why you rarely get together. He felt human, he felt alive but not in the way he wanted. Hel ached to be in his own environment, he’d felt good on stage, he’d felt at home being dragged up there to sing and play with his father Nik but shortly after the high wore off and it was just them drinking backstage. The questions were inevitable, but it didn’t matter what answer he gave because Nik wasn’t really listening. They’d smiled and waved in public, Kaspar had taken his son Will along to an Awards event and everyone got to coo over him, to praise Nik Cherry for his beautiful family. He felt played, in a way, like a pawn. His father needed the positive boost, he bragged about his talented children and their upcoming releases. Hel could’ve decked him when he spoke about the offered record deal, about how his son could be the next big thing but he was going independent, making some smart arse remarks about him being true to his art. He tried to pretend he didn’t hear it, Will was being fussy and so he focused him instead, bouncing the baby in his arms. It just spoke to the man’s desperation, and of Kaspar’s impressiveness that his father felt the need to both show him off and try to bring him down in one foul swoop.

He stretched out his long legs in the black luxury car, one arm was tucked around a sleeping woman, her face pressed against his shoulder and the other around his son, cradling him against his chest. It was quiet, peaceful and all too easy for him to spend time reflecting on the events of the past week and a half. He was ready to unload it all, to either rant endlessly to a waiting pair of ears or to forget it and to lose himself in the embrace of The Hive. He’d promised he’d bring them home presents, and let them meet the rest of his family. Well, he’d promised Jay and Indie at least, he doubted Adley cared overly. They had gotten to meet the woman who slept against him at his gig, but not his son. He’d wait, those two were to go home tonight, to settle and to have their routine back, he’d uprooted them long enough.

“Love,” His fingertips stroked against her cheek, rousing her gently, his lips falling to hers. “We are nearly there.” She murmured his name, blinking bleary eyes. The woman stretched a little, returning a kiss to his jaw. “Mm. Home?” The car came to a stop, and it didn’t take him long to have both of them inside, tucked into bed and crib. The car windows were blacked out and he’d slept through the last of the daylight hours under a black blanket in the back seat. She’d roused him after sundown only to fall asleep herself. It was only 9pm, the boys would be out prowling and Indie would be up and about.

He stayed for an hour, unpacking and helping Will settle. He’d made his promise to return at 3 a.m., the standard, and snuck out when Wifey fell asleep once more. By the time he’d walked the night streets, taking his time to get to Larch court, it was 10.30pm. He slipped his key from his pocket, taking a deep breath as he turned it, opening the door to The Hive. “Honey, i’m home!” He called around the doorway, peeking in to look for the residents of 2 Larch Court.

[Indigo]

It had been a long week. In fact it had been so busy that it felt like a month had went by the more Indigo thought about it. Soon it would slow down. It had to. With a gentle pluck of her fingers at each earlobe she removed the small gold hoops that rolled into the center of her collective palms. Her hand stretched out briefly and just in enough time that she was able to drop the jewelry on the surface of dresser in the master bedroom as she walked out.

Clad in the comfort of a simple white sundress and her freshly lotioned apple scented skin she made her way through the hall to find the home quiet and for the moment empty. A slow series of steps brought her around the corner to find the white chaise favored by Kaspar missing the blonde musician who would spend hours writing and playing in that very spot. It was only a week but now it seemed like an eternity. A reach down brought up the last sheets of music he had been working on. She smoothed out the small creases at the corner then set them next to the guitar.

In the kitchen she pulled out the steak for one and gave the open table grill a chance to heat up. While flames danced she unwrapped the raw meat and tossed the wrapper into the waste bin beneath the sink. A drop of the barely marbled red meat on the fire fueled surface sent a loud sizzle into the air. She washed her hands and pulled a bottle of water from the fridge. The click of the cap was followed by a twist of her wrist. Just as she pulled the top off the bottle and brought it to her lips she pulled it back and grinned. There he was! Kaspar announced he was home. The bottle was quickly set on the counter she passed by as she ran towards the door. She gave him no warning or chance to empty his hands if they were full.

“Welcome home, Boo!” Her long arms and legs were airborne just enough that she landed and wrapped around him holding on tight. Pressing several kisses on his cheeks and lips she leaned back. “We missed you!”

While Indigo clung to Kaspar with her feet locked at the ankles holding her in place she held his face in her hands and brushed the tip of her warm nose against his. It was then that she remembered that she had learned a lot in the week he had been busy with his family and the band. She wasn’t sure if Adley or Jameson had spoke with him since they told her about them being forever young and beautiful, which is how she pretty much viewed it.

The fact they were immortal and the blood they needed to sustain what they were just so happened to come from one another and sources such as her was one of those momentarily shocking things you learn about someone you love. Sort of like someone at the family picnic jumping into the pool and revealing they have a third nipple or overhearing that your favorite uncle has a love child in the neighboring state. It is a bit of a shock but given the overall picture you roll with it because they are family which is irreplaceable. And they were all family. Just a little closer than most but that was okay too.

[Kaspar]

Kaspar placed his guitar case and bag just inside the door, looking around the empty space. He heard movement from the kitchen and didn't take long for a beautiful caramel skinned vixen to come flying around the corner. He barely got time to shut the door behind him before his arms were full, her legs around his waist, arms locked around his neck as if she would never let go. Her lips were soft and the breath passing between them warm on his skin as those soft kisses were showered down upon him, his toes curling in his heavy boots, luxuriating in the affection the poured over him. One of Kaspar's arms locked tight around the woman, hand holding her close, the other sunk amongst her curls. "Mmm, I should go away more often, I like this greeting my sweet Caramel." His mouth found hers, taking it in a slow, languid kiss, he wouldn't tell her he'd missed her but he let his lips do it for him. Of course he had in some way missed them, not the painful ache but occasionally he thought of the freedom of this place, of the easy affection they shared. He wanted it, and here it was waiting.

Reluctantly he brought the kiss to an end, nipping at that lower lip. "Mmm... You are very distracting, i've barely walked in the door. You want we should talk? Catch up? Something in the kitchen might burn if I carry you off to speak with our bodies instead, Caramel." With her still attached to him he walked into the kitchen, his hand slipping over the curve of her backside, giving it a fond pat before lowering her to sit on the kitchen counter. Hel pressed his face in against her throat, giving a hungry little growl, hips pushing briefly into hers. "You are making this very difficult..." He whispered the words against her skin before finally untangling himself from her limbs. "Steak? Ok, I can do this." He made sure the uncooked side was seasoned properly before flipping it in the pan, letting the other side sear. "Tell me, have I missed anything exciting? My phone died halfway through, did you get the message from Wife's phone?" His phone had finally carked it after much abuse and he'd ordered another one, it should be arriving tomorrow according to the delivery notice.

Hel turned to the fridge, rummaging in it for salad ingredients. "Where are our boys tonight? Out causing trouble? I hope they've been keeping you happy." He grabbed some lettuce, tomatoes, cucumber and red onion tossing them onto the counter. The salad dressings were pulled out, too, she could choose which she preferred. He began to wash the ingredients in the sink, pulling out a chopping board and knife. "Adley tried calling me a few times but I couldn't answer and he sent a message but the screen was so far gone I couldn't read it. I was concerned something and happened here..." He'd checked the news, but nothing of interest, and he'd sent them messages from the Wife's phone and had gotten one "K. Talk when you get back." He began looking for a large salad bowl, as he waited for Indie's inevitable answers.

[Indigo]

Indigo found her feet and winked at Kaspar. The draw of her full lips inward so that her tongue could sweep each surface free of his kiss happened as she leaned down and pulled what he likely was looking for from the lower cabinet beneath the counter. She set it down in front of him and found her bottle of water waiting just where she had left it. The temptation to skip the conversation they should have in favor other things he was so good at hinting of was there. But Indigo knew that part of what made things work for all of them as they had up to that point was based on communication. There was a whole lot that could be said between two bodies sharing sheets but words had to come into play and in this case there were several that needed to be exchanged.

“Hmm…”

Indigo made the sound while she gave quick thought as to where to start. It sounded as though he may not have been aware that the guys told her since his phone was giving him trouble. And if there was a chance that Adley had well then the topic would hardly be surprise to the one who was whipping up an impressive salad. She eyed the back of him finding her curiosity rising. Kaspar was going to last forever, be timeless. His was caught at the right time. Golden, larger than life and capable of replacing the sun with all his energy if it were to ever fail to rise again. Pulling the spatula to the side and reaching for the steak tongs she decided to go for it. The night was young and they had time to discuss it before he would disappear back to his family and his duties that would need him soon enough.

“Okay.” One word and it was hardly a start. The sizzle of the steak landing back on the grill filled the brief pause of her voice. She set down the tongs and leaned back against the stainless steel refrigerator. “The guys are likely out doing whatever they need to do.” She lifted the water bottle and swallowed then returned the cap to the bottle and tightened it. “You and your family returning safe makes me happy. It also gives us a chance to talk.” She settled into one of the chairs that was nearby. “There is only one way to start this.I know about you three. How Adley needs you or Jameson to keep him…” So it was sounding a little awkward already. Her hands ruffled her hair then palmed her face slowly before dropping in her lap. Her long legs folded under her bottom and when she felt comfortable she continued. “Healthy? If you would call it that. I know that you are a vampire, Boo.”

Out it was and she was hoping it was received well. Adley and Jameson were all cool with her knowing. It didn’t mean that Kaspar would be down with it. She hoped it would be fine. It wasn’t like she was going to be sharing what she knew about them. If anything she would be more protective. She stared at his back and then looked at the steak still on the flames. Indigo liked her meat medium rare and it was likely already there. She lifted back out of the chair and took the tool in hand to pull it from the heat and set it on the platter in the corner of the counter.

“It explains a lot.” A cover was soon topping the platter and keeping the heat inside. "Actually, a whole lot.

[Kaspar]

He added the salad ingredients to a bowl, tossing it lightly with olive oil and setting it aside ready to serve with her steak and for him a late night snack. "Hm?" He glanced at her as she spoke, busying himself with grabbing out some fresh herbs from the fridge while she checked once more on the steak, chopping those up too to add on top of his salad. There was something off about her body language, uncertain, awkward and her words seemed to be very carefully chosen like she was worried she might let something slip. Kaspar was intrigued, but tried to give her space, time to come out with whatever it was that was on her mind. He had no idea what it could be, what she might want or might have done that would make her pause. They'd had plenty of discussions about how she was free to do as she wished, that they were all free so he sincerely doubted it was anything to do with where she'd been or who with. Was she sick? Was she bored? No, she looked fine and her greeting told him otherwise on the latter. He was baffled, but he was patient, she was getting to it.

When she began to speak of Adley's needs, referring to him and Jameson the line of his shoulders straightened, the man stopping mid step towards the sink, chopping board and knife held rigidly in his hands. The grip tightened, and he froze. Vampire. She said the word he didn't expect to hear from her mouth for a while, sure they'd all discussed how it was getting harder to avoid. Indigo knew that Kaspar was a vampire, that the three men she'd welcomed into her home, her bed and her life were prone to sucking the blood of humans. Not the most polite of ways to achieve sustenance, but at least made it worth their while. Kaspar was lucky, he could've kept the charade up, so could his fellow allurist. Jay and Kas could eat, were more human in appearance and found it easier to avoid suspicion due to it but Adley? He was a whole other story, the man under certain lights looked like death, even as beautiful as he was, and he was unable to take food or drink. Even worse, the man only fed on the blood of his fellow vampires, an addiction that had started when he was human and carried with him into death. So they'd told her... Without him. Seriously?

As she continued to speak he listened, waiting until she was done, until she had said what she needed to say and he knew what state they were in. She seemed almost... Relieved to understand, to know and yet he couldn't be sure. His hands finally released their grip, dropping the kitchen items into the sink. Mechanically he lifted the dish cloth, wiping his hands free with ease, little ever seemed to truly cling to his skin. Hel wasn't sure to how to respond, a frown creased his brow and he retreated a few paces, slowly, cautious not to make any quick movements around Indigo. "I see..." He brushed a hand up over his hair, stroking fingers through the strands to smooth and separate them.

Was he mad at them? Jameson and Adley?

No, no not really. In a way they had probably saved him some trouble by telling her for him, by revealing it when he wasn't around to have to soothe hysterics. Then again, perhaps she had taken it well, showered them in affection and pity. They had to share it, he got her alone, he had time to explain. To tell his story. There was no way they could have revealed who they were and kept his secret, she would've asked, would've pressed them on the matter surely. He needed a drink, and he needed to speak to her.

"You are not afraid of me, Indigo? Now that you know what I am? Did they tell you the specifics or just the name?" He queried, turning to the cupboard, reaching into grab a bottle of fine whiskey and unscrewed the cap without hesitation. The bottle lifted to his lips, Kaspar taking a deep draw, letting it burn down his throat. "Mm. You have noticed Adley does not eat? Does not drink? Jay is like me, obviously, though he is far more easily affected by drugs and alcohol than me. They wear off so quickly." The bottle was placed on the counter, pushed lightly towards her, a fine example of what Adley could not have. "And you know now how badly he wants to touch you, do you? That he cannot? We have had discussions over it, heated ones. One night he touched your skin too long, you fell asleep and I was not exactly impressed. He could kill you, are you aware of that?" A deep sigh parted those full lips, tongue wetting them. "We... Thought perhaps one day you might want to be one of us, I believe Adley very much wants it. I won't argue. You said you did not want children, did not want the things only humans can have." He shrugged.

Kaspar's hand flexed, as if he might reach out and close the distance he had placed between them, might take her hand but he didn't. He'd wait. She would come to him soon, he had no doubt and for now the part he would play was frustrated, tormented soul. All the better to seek her soothing, comforting embrace. "I don't think i've told them of how I... Died. I do hope they left that much for me to tell to you, Caramel. Do you... Do you still want us? Do you understand what that means?" There was an edge of frustration in his voice, of concern as he spoke and his body posture was still tense, like someone held his strings too tightly. "I don't think I can stand touching you if you will only recoil from me." He hung his head, his appearance said that he was afraid of rejection, that he was at her mercy.

Why was he bothering to ask? To feign concern? Because he was Hel. Did some part of him actually worry she might leave? Might run and tell his secret? Perhaps deep down in a place that he didn't acknowledge, and briefly he thought of his son, of protecting him but he knew that Indigo loved them too much to hurt them. "I can tell you my story, if you want, I can explain... We didn't want to lie to you, we thought we were protecting you but now that you know, you should know EVERYTHING. Tell me..." Kaspar paused, taking a small step closer, "What did they tell you, and what can I tell you?"

[Indigo]

Indigo could feel the weight of the first words out of Kaspar’s mouth. There were only two but they were heavy. She felt an ache that went along with them. Not that she could feel what he did because she couldn’t. Indigo was a lot of things but no matter how connected she felt to the three she lived with she was hardly possessing any powers other than being human. She felt far less strong around them than she did before.

Admittedly it all humbled her. She wanted to take care of them, protect them in all the ways that she should but really could she? Did they even really need that? Probably not and that was something along with so much more she would have to learn to adjust to. If Kaspar was feeling something she couldn’t do anything about it except follow the desire to put her arms around him. She listened for the rest before she would make her move. The two words carried the tone that there would be more to come. So she waited patiently.

While his hands moved through his hair she could feel the silken strands feathering lightly across her skin. In her mind at least. The sensations she savored were stored deep inside. The scent of Kaspar’s skin, the hypnotic effect of Adley’s eyes on her dangerously close and the warmth of Jameson’s arms that made the world nothing to fear, so safe they were. He seemed momentarily lost, like something broke and he didn’t know how to fix it and he was expected to do something. If only she could tell him right there all of those ways she knew them meant anything else was naturally acceptable. That this meant nothing had to change. They all had their demons and wasn’t that what it was about? Acceptance? Or maybe this wasn’t going to be like that?

Indigo watched Kaspar and again he finally spoke. She exhaled. It felt good. But what if this changed in ways she didn’t think of? Now that the truth was out what use was she to someone who was pretty much the god she saw him as? Perfection, otherworldly beauty was a few feet from her and she was what exactly? A body with an expiration date? A source for his need to continue on?

So many questions started reeling through her mind that she didn’t even think about before. Who made him? Who took him from his life and did he want it? If so what made him leave the life she was existing in and step into the next? His next words caught her off guard and she caught her breath like the question slammed right into her gut with all the force that was unexpected. Her jaw dropped. Fear of him? It almost hurt to give the question any serious thought.

“No…” Her answer was a silent whisper in her mind as her head shook slowly like she wanted him to take it back for the unpleasant way it had her thinking. Firmly she moved her head a second time. No. She would never be afraid with them. “Not at all.’

Kaspar wasn’t finished even as he located the bottle that contained what he likely needed and she was in his company with it. The burn it would deliver would sooth the dryness that filled her mouth. The type of dryness that comes with the unpredictable in a moment you aren’t sure how will end. The kind that has you bargaining out what you would be willing to do if things go the way you want, the things you will be willing to do, to give it just to be able to walk away from it okay. As the bottle inched forward she waited. She had to.

Yes, she noticed all the differences. At the time she couldn’t quite place it and left it as she was in the dark among beings so rare that she didn’t want to jinx it by pressing with answers she perhaps had no right to ask for. It felt like he poked her with the truth that he brought up. A fact she had heard from Adley himself. He could make her high, send her to dreamland given enough time but that would be the only place he would be hers. Hers to hold with her eyes open, to explore, to consume in all the ways she longed to. Her eyes blinked slowly as she looked away. The truth, at least that one, was a little harder to take. But she owned that as well as her indigo eyes found his once more. Yes, she would accept it too. She wouldn’t search for more that was unfair to ask for.

Indie’s head nodded slowly in agreement. Then he mentioned that he had died. Her eyes felt the burn of the tell tale fluid filling beneath the lids. Her sweet Boo. She looked at him and found it hard to inhale her next breath. Images of what perhaps could have happened to him, to the others went through her head and she held what air she had in her lungs. If they suffered she would as well for having to hear about it. No, they didn’t tell her.

Did she still want them? She was wondering the same exact thing in reverse. Would they still want her? They could have anything, they had that power. Did she have the courage to want what could easily have little use for her? She could feel the pressure in her chest from holding her breath. She knew it then. She could tell right then and there. It was possible that she couldn’t breathe without them being there, not so much physically but there as they all had been. For all her ability to be open and to be free of mind and heart she had an attachment to them. It scared her in ways she had not felt since she was a child in a world that shifted, shattered and crumbled out of her control. Then words from his mouth pulled her out of her thoughts. A line of rescue that she never expected that changed her unreasonable doubts. Did she want to be like them? He could tell her everything. Her lips finally parted as her feet moved her towards him.


“Yes.”

She said it and she meant it. It was the second time she had. Indigo wanted to be like them, to be there to see their eternity and what it brought them. She wanted to hold them, chase away what would threaten their beautiful ways that made them so much of who they were. At least in any way possible that they would allow her to be a part of them. What they shared was perfect because it demanded nothing, held no restrictions and allowed them to be free and held close as a group all at the same. It was then that she recalled he said he couldn’t stand it if she would pull away. He had no clue how much tighter she wanted to hold him right there. It was on her to prove it and she did as she came to press into him, her fingers stroking back that heavily placed frame of blonde mane around his face. One hand glided back while the other curled warm and gentle at the back of his neck.

“Tell me everything you want to but before you do, Boo, remember this…” Her lips brushed like the soft heat summer breeze across the surface of his taking with the movement the subtle traces of whisky that lifted beneath her nose. “The thought of not being with you, Adley or Jameson is a death I cannot bear. I know what I want, what I have no right to ask for and what it all means. I trust you three with my life beyond the limitations it currently places. It is up to you three if I am ready.” Her lips danced across the length of his lower jaw while her fingers slid over his cheek and down his freshly kissed lips and chin. “And when and how that happens.”

[Kaspar]

Yes. The word was all he needed to hear to close that distance between them, the two bodies stepping in close, Kaspar's body bowing down towards her, curving in as her hand swept back his golden locks, tucking them away to free all barriers to her kisses. Those kisses burned against his skin, so gentle and yet full of promise. She spoke of the men but right now it was just the two of them, comfortable in the knowledge that they had each other. "The choice is yours, Caramel, we will do what you ask. Your life." He silenced the flow of words, cutting them short with a kiss to her lips that was designed to leave her breathless. Cool fingertips danced over her, one hand pressing up beneath the hem of her shirt, the other caressing amongst those soft curls he adored touching. He was in control of the situation, he knew it be the way she leaned up on the tips of her toes, and yet swayed forward as if she might fall without him crushing her, so close against him. With gentle pressure her parted her lips, breathing in the warmth of Indigo, letting it fill his lungs, tasting that buttery sweetness that was so very her.

He'd thought of how her blood might taste, a million times over and yet he'd never tried it, never asked to. Would he? Could be? He wondered how the others might feel, there they were again, back in the equation inside his head. Even with the lingering uncertainty between himself and Adley, the two dancing around each other, presenting like male lions fighting to be head of the pride he considered the man one of them. One of his. He knew he would fight for them, protect them, because he had claimed them. How very Kaspar. There was no way that Hel could admit he might feel more than passing care, more than a sort of admiration, adoring and desire for these people. Love was not a word that would touch his tongue when discussing his feelings.

The woman was lifted into his arms, Kas urging those legs to once more lock about his waist, a growl forming in his throat. "Mmm, love, let's go speak before I can't... I need to tell you, and you need to ask me all of your questions so we understand each other." After he'd spoken the statement a confused little frown crossed his features, as he realised they didn't need words to understand each other, that this embrace was enough for him. She accepted him, regardless of what she found out. Still, there were things to say, to make known. He carried her easily to his favourite chaise, sinking down upon it with the woman over his lap, lowering her so that she rested on her knees above him. "Now... Death. I need to tell you, so that you know what this..." He gestured at himself, to her, "Means to me." Indigo nodded, as if afraid to break the spell, sitting above him those gorgeous eyes boring into him like she could see into his soul. He settled down, preparing himself by taking a deep, unnecessary breath.

"The night I died, was pretty average for me. My brother Klaus was in town visiting and i'd specifically organised a gig so we could play together again. I arrived at the club in a great mood, as we walked through the crowd towards the stage people greeted us and it felt weirdly like home, so many people knowing us and wishing us well. Then there was Luca..." He huffed a short laugh, the sound lacking his normal mirth, a bitter sort of sound. "We'd seen each other and off for a while, he'd been told exactly what it was but seemed to miss the memo or not want to get it. He grabbed me, trying to get my attention but I dismissed him because I was busy. He didn't like it. We had a great thing for a while you know? Then he wanted me to himself and I just wasn't in a place to be ok with that." He rubbed a hand over his face, "So we got up on stage finally, and I was a smart ***. Klaus seemed to know it was coming, because when I told the crowd we'd be starting with a cover of Luca by Brand New he looked at me like he might kick my *** for it. I saw him in the crowd as I sang, sinking drinks at the bar. I should've known better, I DID know better but I didn't care."

He paused to stroke her cheek, he'd grown distant, his touch still and it made him feel more the corpse than ever, he sought the heat of her, fingertips roaming over her throat, touching gently against a pulse. "We finished our set, we had a lot of drinks and I mucked around with my brother but the night was getting on. I needed a cigarette and we were getting ready to leave, so I went out to the back alley. That's where Luca cornered me, full of beer and fury. My brother came outside and I thought he might intervene, but he figured I could handle Luca so he teased me, I kissed him goodbye and he left with two gorgeous girls dragging him into the night. That's when things got heated."

His hand brushed back her hair over her shoulder, leaning up to press a kiss against her clavicle, arms wrapping around her frame, pulling her down to his chest. "He backed me up against the wall and started demanding answers to a question I wasn't willing to fully acknowledge. His sister had come by to hang out, we were friends and she had a thing for Klaus, but he got it in his head that I was ******* around with her too. I was a smart mouth, I wound him up." Kas rubbed his jaw against her shoulder, imaging the sting. "He punched me, landed on my jaw and rocked me but as you know I can take a punch or five. The man has a few inches on me and a lot more muscle but it was sloppy, he was drunk. He just kept going and there I stood, licking my lips, teasing him. I was thinking about how the ring he always wore might leave a nasty bruise when his hands bunched in my shirt, gripping it and pulling me closer to his chest." He was frowning now, staring at something beyond them both. "His breath was hot, so close to me I could almost taste the spirits on it and he shouted the last two words I heard before I died, "Tell me". I sighed at him, frustrated and wishing he'd release me so I quoted his favourite song at him, i'll never forget my damn last words."

He cleared his throat, it had grown tight with emotion, he could almost feel the man's hands holding his shirt so hard a button had popped clean off. "Well, Lover, you should've come over too ja?" He shook his head at himself, nudging his face against her throat, breathing her in. "Then he gave me my wish, Indigo, he let me go. He spread his palms and shoved, the wall was too close behind me and the back of my skull cracked agains the corner of it. I'm not sure if I died then, or it was after I hit the ground but Eva was there, the woman who turned me. She watched me crumple to the ground and when Luca freaked, when he ran away she collected me." He laughed, imaging the smaller woman lifting his tall, long limbed frame. "She fed me her blood and cradled me in her arms beneath the tree in the park, the one near the club? I think that's my I always find my way back there, why I wake up there. You had to wonder about that, huh? Where I went? That's where. Her blood worked through my system and by the next night I was sitting with her and Lyonel, the pair teaching me how to be what I was. Loving me, their Little Prince. My first concern was my son, and they seemed just as lost as me when I brought it up." The nickname Lyonel had given him made him grin, the Little Prince that could, and that is when he met her eyes, waiting for her to react. "It was senseless, love, and that is how I did. Being very much myself, and now i'm very much... This. I don't want your turning to be senseless, I want it to meaningful and beautiful."

[Indigo]

Kaspar was the power behind the cool lift, the secure wrap of arms that gave her every reason to believe in the strength that fueled them. Her face curled into his shoulder while her legs went to wrap around his upper hips. The sound of Kas’s familiar growl had her head popping back up and her lips pressing briefly at the sharp knot at the front of his neck to sooth the energy that inspired it to rise. Her long fingers weaved through the strands so that the gathering of the blonde silk was not long, leaving it to float back down and dropping back in place.

“Yes…” An second time it was said and this time it was an exhaled word that fluttered warmly at the curl of his right ear.

Indigo felt the kiss of white leather as Kaspar settled down over his chaise throne in the corner of the main room. With his chosen spot she too went. Her legs unlocked at the ankles in just enough time that he was able to recline back if need be for his comfort. His marvelous fingers had the skill to pluck strings, to create music, to make a body lose it’s self-control pointed between them. A subtle hook of the corner of her lips went up but dropped as soon as she looked to his eyes where she assumed she was better off focusing. Even those had a power over her and she finally opted to watch his mouth as it moved. She would hear his words and read his lips. That worked and that is what she stuck with. The pause of his voice brought the always welcome caress of his hand across her cheek. Her breath stilled and she held it deep.

As Kaspar told the story in detail he made a point of leaving physical sensations in traces of his contact to reminder her that it hardly felt as good back then as it did now. His jaw rubbed against her shoulder and a little further it was his mouth that was close to the heated breath of her, the most vulnerable part of a creature such as she in hands like his. There was no recoil on her part. Instead Indie inclined her upper body, her neck seeking the cool brush of his lips as she did. Her fingers laced the line at the nape of his neck and fluttered slowly to glide down the silken length of the hair that could otherwise be lost beneath the collar of his shirt.

All the unpleasant details, the less than fair draw of life nearly crushed from his body, the senseless waste. It was not his choosing, his desire for power or immortality. Kaspar was just caught in yet another moment where another wanted more from than he wanted to give. The greed reared its head and in turn came the storm of rage that her Boo never expected. Never truly saw coming until it was too late.

Little Prince. Indigo easily saw in Kaspar the qualities that must have inspired such a reference and with it she smiled. Her eyes finally found the courage to melt beneath the fix of his own.

“I know it was not ideal for you and for that I feel guilty for asking for mine to be staged in such a way that it is something so far from your own.” Indigo stroked back his hair and the side of her thumb traced over the hair on the hard line of bone above his eye. “But I do trust you, Boo, as well as Adley and Jameson. I know that Adley won’t be able to do the deed because of the whole thing with him drinking from those like him verses the hot toddie humans like me. And what will happen if I become like you...all of you? Will that change how you three feel about me...what perhaps we all share means to us right now?”

Indie’s nose wrinkled at the way it sounded as her weight settled more relaxed over his lap. Her hands stretched forward and moved slowly over his chest until each hooked and locked at the fingertips on the firm muscle of each of his shoulders.

“I want to feel it. The beauty of giving up everything, feeling the loss, the pain of surrender, succumbing, submitting and the point of no return. I want to see what you three have, taste it, dance with that moment where mortality meets something else and you win or you lose as the fates decide.” She focused on his lips while her mind danced in what her perception of such a moment would be. “I want to be delivered there, chosen, born all over again and worth bringing back home. This current life offers little in comparison to that. It is a risk worth taking. I am not afraid to die.” Her eyes found his and held their focus. “I am afraid of never really living and each night that passes is one more chance that is gone. I could get ran over by a garbage truck and killed...then what, hmmm? Gone before you three could make it happen.”

Indigo wondered who would be the one in the end that would really do it. Which of her cherished three would taste her last heartbeat on the tip of his tongue and swallow her life whole. She couldn’t choose with more ease than they could. But it was clear that as time continued to pass that one of them would have to.

[Kaspar]

Music Playing

"Maybe you shouldn't trust us, Indigo." He reached out to take hold of the little remote control that belonged to the stereo, clicking it on and pressing play. Whatever it was it didn't really matter, he just wanted the noise so he could hear something other than her soft breath, her words. The song that came on surprised him, it struck a chord and seemed to echo some of his thoughts, not all perhaps but some. "What if we can't protect you? You're right, there is a chance that each night that passes you are at risk, but Caramel please, listen." He implored, looking up at those indigo eyes as she pinned him beneath them.

Her hands at his shoulders would be easy to remove, so quickly he could have detached from him, far away but he stayed, he talked. "WE are a danger to you. You want to wax lyrical about how beautiful we are, how perfect this is but you are human. You will die. If something else doesn't get to you first, then we will and we will murder you." His own blue orbs met hers, the stormier colour within gathering in darkness.

Kaspar had no intention of trying to scare her off, to convince her otherwise but he wasn't going to lie to her. "You will be drained dry, and fed the blood you need to be brought over. I don't know the exacts, but from my limited experience that is how it goes. It can be a violent affair, it can be calm and quiet but you are right there will be some measure of pain. Some release, whether good or bad. We can try... Ugh." He groaned, pushing his hands over his face, rubbing at it like he could scrub away some negative thought or other. "I need to speak to them about this, before we discuss THAT part much more. Just... We can figure it out, you won't be left behind love but don't you dare just abandon your humanity as it were worthless."

His voice took on a note of sharpness, his body growing stiff briefly. "Don't throw it away before you achieve what it is you must, trust me on that. And please, I cannot bare to hear that you feel things are perfect again, that you are ready. I can't, Indigo." He was struggling to admit to himself that his death and subsequent rebirth had a larger affect on him than person it had at first seemed. He was only just beginning to acknowledge how much had changed, and it wasn't the big stuff so much as the little things. The day to day, the issues he faced and things he never thought he'd consider popping up to surprise him. How do you plan for loss of mortality? You don't, you just take it and you run with it, you run with it and you acknowledge that you have to learn to cope.

Whatever the hell that meant.

"I'm sorry..." He trailed off, hands shifting to brush up her arms, trailing over her shoulders and up to cup the sides of her face. "You know how difficult it is to be around you every day? Your warmth? Your scent? When i'm hungry, or when we are alone caught in one of our embraces I just... I've thought about your blood, how it would taste. And it feels wrong to do it, like some kind of betrayal. It's weakness, and it's costly. I've somehow managed to hide wounds from you, to hide injury that on a human would mean death and not drain you dry when need for blood hits me. It's not easy. I want you to be just a little bit afraid of me, you should be." Kaspar released her then, hands withdrawing as if giving her space to decide. He knew very well she wouldn't go far, even if his words had upset or disturbed her somehow, instead of protecting herself she'd try to soothe HIM. The beauty soothing the beasts, treating them with a tender hand and feeding them her heart.

He'd take it, and he'd probably end up tearing it from her chest.

"I promised you answers, so please, give me your questions, ja? Ok." He reached over to flick at the music impatiently, it wasn't as soothing as he'd first hoped but eventually he settled on something a little more upbeat and encouraging. Kaspar was beginning to wish the others were here to help along the process, because he was beginning to regret his offer, beginning to wish he'd just smiled and said, "Yay you adore me, let's ****". Stupid, so stupid.

[Indigo]

Indigo felt the increasing pressure of the truth weighing down on her. As much as she wanted to move, to deny that there was some hidden exception exclusively for the three of them she knew there wasn’t. Not when Kaspar delivered it to her just as he had. She loved him in some way or another for it. Telling her what he had couldn’t be easy. The only part of what he said that would never be truth was a sense of fear. Not for Kaspar, not for Adley and certainly not for Jameson either. Perhaps it was a flaw she had. Maybe it was more than that. Too much comfort, too much of wanting it always to be wonderful perhaps.

While Indigo continued to sit there she felt like she was moving, feeling the distance build where there had not been any before. It meant something. It was part of the bigger picture she perhaps tried not to look at like Kaspar had. The one that was there all along but instead she chose to focus on the manageable parts. She was in danger just knowing what she did about them. That was a reality that set in as soon as Jay and Adley demonstrated what was fact to her as a witness. But it wasn’t really half as much about her since she was still in a predominantly warm blooded world and they were at risk. It was she that was putting them in danger even more. Here she thought her sense of acceptance was all it took, all that was needed to make it okay. It didn’t mean they could have the capacity to fully accept what she was, ignore what she was. Sustenance. Fuel. Risk. A reminder of what they no longer will ever be. It took until that moment looking at Kaspar with all his honesty that she finally registered their side of it. She felt gutted as she should.

The burn in her chest inspired her to wiggle back and rise up from where she was sitting.This request of hers was ludicrous and perhaps even an insult to them. They had died with little choice and she was ready to cash in her last heartbeat because she saw their immortality as beautiful, a way to be closer. It was far more serious than that and she had been insulting in the very least with the way she acted. Being around her was a constant reminder of what they had no choice in. She would be unable to know how any of them felt. Or be able to appreciate their perspective. Not while she still was breathing and had the freedom of choice that they did not. It was enough that Kaspar had to see it in his son’s eyes, his wife’s face and balance that out. Everything was likely compounded when he stepped into the door with her acting like the world was a beautiful place and could exist on some sense of unconditional acceptance. They lived in separate worlds. It was defined and to see it any different was waiting for something to happen to one or all of them. And that was her only fear. If she really cared as she said and felt she would do what it takes to make sure it didn’t happen.

“I am sorry.” Her top of her hand brushed his face as she stood beside the chaise he was seated on. “I didn’t listen when I should have. I didn’t see what I should have.” The weight on her shoulders felt like she was holding up the roof above her. Where the hell had her mind been? Was she finally checking in with reality? Obviously Kaspar noticed it and likely Jay and Adley as well. “You are right. I have a lot to think about and definitely need to give you three the space and time to do the same. I made some salad and more fruit is in the fridge.” She leaned over and kissed his cheek. “I didn’t hear back from the last interview so I have a few more to get ready for. I am going to take a bath before anyone else needs it. I won't be too long.”

Indigo went down the hall and closed the bathroom door. While the hot water ran she looked in the mirror as her body became bare. The heat of her skin beneath her fingertips was magnified as she pulled her hair up and set a clip to contain the cloud of blonde ringlets. She bargained out what she could do differently. Was it really enough? Was it still her seeing things as she wanted and not for what they were? The burn of the hot water climbed upward as her body sank beneath the bubbles. A deep breath in and she was submerged entirely.