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| [Graded]In The Dark Of The Night; Melody and Zentyr | |
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| Topic Started: Jun 27 2014, 06:31 AM (1,095 Views) | |
| Jay | Jul 1 2014, 08:50 AM Post #11 |
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“Whichever you prefer. I go by both.” He had responded simply to her question about what to call him. Her blush was adorable, and he could only grin impishly at her admonition to keep his hands off the merchandise. It was ambiguous, but he’d leave the house alone. Her… well, that would be determined by the following course of events. He had no intention of giving her a reason to stab him… quite the opposite, really. He had put his things in the washer, turning off the light and returning to the kitchen. He smiled as he listened to her talk about her family traveling, picking up his tea for another sweet sip as he sat down across the table from her. She was puttering around the kitchen, getting crackers, and asking him to talk about himself. He smiled, taking a cracker and chewing it slowly before he finally spoke. “Hmm… let’s see. I grew up in Coreopsis to a dirt poor family, and spent my days begging with Alexa… add a bit more sob story, orphans, and I made a way for us to get out of the ghetto.” He shrugged, attempting to maintain nonchalance. He hadn’t mean to talk about his past, so instead, he picked up the photos and smiled. “I got my first camera when I was 16. It was also when I started designing. Alexa learned to sew, and together we built it into one of the best high class shops around. We’ve got seven locations that I stop by periodically to check on while I do photography and draw designs on the side…” His voice trailed off as he glanced out the window. He couldn’t be sure, but was that… a hook over the back wall? He stood up quickly, walking over to the lights inside the house and flicking them off, though the outside lights were still on. That was fine. Waiting for his eyes to adjust to the near darkness before glancing at Melody, he said simply, “You might want to grab that sword again.” He quickly went down the hall, grabbing his own sword from his bag and slinging it around his waist before returning to the kitchen. Moving to the back door, he unlocked it before moving away from it again. Moving near Melody, he said simply… “I know leaving it unlocked is not pleasant… but I prefer they didn’t break your door.” At least by leaving the outside lights on, they were less likely to crush the beautiful garden. He could hear their voices now, and they weren’t even trying to be very quiet as they reached the back door, opening it. “Look at that, rich people. They think a high wall will stop us, and don’t even bother locking their doors!” The man chortled to his companions. There were three of them, and they were night blinded from coming from the lit garden into the darkened house as they entered. Zen moved forward like the silent bare-chested warrior that he was, preferring as always to strike from the shadows. When the first man’s eyes finally adjusted and he saw Zen, it was too late. The pommel of his sword crashed into the man’s temple, and he dropped like a rock. “What!? Wasn’t this house supposed to be empty! We saw the girl leave!” One of the remaining thieves asked in a panicked voice to his companion as their full attention centered on Zen and the sword in his hand. |
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| 梟 Inara Serra | Jul 2 2014, 08:23 AM Post #12 |
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Melody was more than a little sad as she listened to him belittle his own beginnings. It made her sad that he took his own story for granted. She thought briefly of hugging him, because it was in her nature to give comfort. But she could see by his expression that doing so would not be a good idea. He would take it for pity, and most likely scorn it. As for the rest of the story, she could imagine him and his beloved sister pulling themselves up from the slums all too well. But when he stopped speaking and looked at the garden, she perked up immediately. She did as she was told without question, her eyes adjusting easily to the darkness of the house even as she grasped her sword hilt. The two men who broke into her house never stood a chance. Between Zentyr moving through the shadows and her own swiftness it was no contest. He took out the first assailant even as Melody hit the second on the temple with her sword, effectively knocking them out. "So, I think, I'm having more house guests tonight than I would like." She made a frustrated noise and started pulling the thinner one toward her front door by his arms. She felt certain that it would be a good investment in future to have some kind of magical protection around the house itself. She would have to talk to Jayden when she returned. Until then, she looked at Zen and smiled, which was awkward considering she was in the midst of dragging a man. "Thanks for the help though. It's greatly appreciated." With that she continued to drag the man out. When she made it to her front gate, she spoke a few words into the lacryma powered gate box and it opened immediately. She threw the man out onto the dirt road, even as he began to wake and sputter. She used her magic, just a little flame on the tip of her finger, and put it close to his pants leg, which caused it to quickly catch fire. He screamed and batted at it until it went out. She arched a brow and looked at the little man. "Spread the word. This place isn't to be touched by any of your kind. Anything you can do, I can set on fire. And heaven help you if the true lady of the house is home." Her tone was such that it made him quiver in fear. She stepped back within the bounds of the wall, and shut the gate. Now she just had to get rid of the fat one, but she kinda thought she would need help for that. Hopefully Zentyr was up for some heavy lifting. Edited by Inara Serra, Jul 2 2014, 08:24 AM.
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| Jay | Jul 3 2014, 03:04 AM Post #13 |
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“It seems so.” Zentyr had said with a smile as he watched her gracefully take out the second intruder. “At least these ones are stupid and easily dispatched, unlike the one who’s planning on staying the night.” His eyes twinkled as he said this, but she was dragging the thin one outside, so he had picked up one of the fat man’s legs and started dragging him out, not really caring that his head was periodically hitting the ground. As an afterthought, he grabbed his teaspoon and stuck it in his mouth as he dragged the man. He neared the gate as she threw one of the thieves out and torched him just a little. The scream had wakened the fat man enough that he groaned, clutching as his head. Zen dropped him just by the gate and crouched down over the man, taking the spoon out of his mouth. One foot now stepping on the man’s wrist as he woke up and struggled only to look surprised at Zen. Zen smiled a bit maliciously and held the ordinary teaspoon up for him to see. “Look at this closely.” The man’s eyes focused on the spoon, and he whimpered as Zen slowly brought it right by his eye. “Now, you heard the lady. Spread the word that this house isn’t to be touched… unless they want to feel the pain of having your heart carved out by a spoon.” As he said this, he ran the spoon over the man’s eyebrow and down his cheek, and for a moment, it sharpened beneath his touch, drawing a line of blood across the man’s face as he yelled in panic. “No!” Zen paused. “No?” the man gasped out, “I swear… we’ll never come back!” Zen smiled, then said simply, “Good. Get ready to jump.” “Jump?” The man sounded confused as Zen stepped off his hand and hauled him to his feet. “Jump!” Zen said, and the man instinctively crouched a little and sprung… only with Zen assisting him…. Over the wall. He yelled as he flew through the air over the gate, then landed with an undignified thud on the ground outside. He got up, grabbing his still flabbergasted companion, and they took off into the night. Zen smiled, glancing at Melody in all her pajama’s glory. Then he noticed… her feet. Glancing down, he sighed. His pants were dirty… again. He shrugged, then grinned at Melody mischievously and walked a step closer as he sheathed his sword. In one quick movement, he scooped her up into his bare arms and started back to the house, grinning as he said cheerfully, “No point in both of us getting dirtier.” After all, neither one of them had bothered to stop and put shoes on before going outside. He enjoyed the feeling of carrying her princess style to the threshold of her house before setting her gently on her feet once more and giving a small bow, “Milady, I hope you enjoyed your trip.” He couldn’t help it, he was grinning. He also didn’t want to track more dirt into their house. Not to mention, he had no more clean clothes to change into until his came out of the wash. Edited by Jay, Jul 3 2014, 03:05 AM.
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| 梟 Inara Serra | Jul 3 2014, 06:53 AM Post #14 |
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Melody wasn't sure what happened exactly, just the chubby went flying up and over the gate even as she had turned back toward the house. Zen had sheathed his sword, and she was torn between smiling and being angry when he sco oped her up with never a by-your-leave. She just waited til they were inside and he set her feet back on the ground. Her head, however, was still annoyingly in the clouds. She shook it slightly to clear it. She refused to entertain thoughts of him in any way, other than her one time only house guest. He was a thief for Pete's sake! It just didn't help much that she thought he was rather ... cute. And charming. She resisted the urge to roll her eyes at herself and her silliness. She was a grown woman. She should know better. "Thank you very much Zen. For all the help. It's very much appreciated. Now then...what do you say we try finishing our tea and our little chat? I'm rather ... awake, for the time being." She put her sword, mostly unused, back under the counter in the kitchen, and began securing all the locks on all the doors again. She was terribly annoyed by just how many people had attempted to break into her house tonight. And a little shaken to be honest about it. Still, when she sat back down to her tea, her hands didn't shake, so that was a bonus. She took a few deep breaths to steady herself. Pushing her long hair back behind her ears and her shoulders, she smiled at him. "You shared, so I guess it's my turn. I grew up in a caravan of gypsies, covered in brothers and sisters, and helping my mother work on her herb candles and her potions. I still make things and I am going to build myself a still room out in the garden. Also, as I'm sure you noticed, I use fire. Now I have a question for you. If you don't mind that is. Tell me, how did you get into my house without a key? And why exactly have you decided, not only to not rob me, but to help me besides?" She had probably overstepped, and would end up regretting it in some form or another. But curiosity had always been her biggest downfall. |
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| Jay | Jul 3 2014, 07:26 AM Post #15 |
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He grinned, following her into the house. He wouldn’t worry about the dirt too much for now. After all, they’d only walked to the front gate. The grass stains on his knees wouldn’t cause too many problems or dirty the house, really. “It was my pleasure, Melody.” He couldn’t help it. Her name was said like a sexy caress, rolling off his tongue deliciously. He grinned and followed her back to the kitchen, setting his own sword against the wall out of the way. He settled down while she fiddle with the locks and then finally sat down, smiling at him. He sipped at his tea absently while she told her story and talked about building a still room. He could totally see it in his mind’s eye. It was when she asked the question about how he got in and why he decided to do what he did. He studied the tea in his cup absently for a moment before looking up at her. Meeting her gaze, he smiled a bit ruefully. “I’ll tell you, but you won’t like the answer.” Reaching up, he pulled the one adornment off of his bare chest, the single black string necklace with an older silver key and held it out for her to take. When she did so, he said simply, “I call it the key to everything.” Placing his hands over hers, he pushed his magic into the key, reforming it into the house key that had let him in not an hour or so previously. She would feel it shifting in her hands, transforming before her eyes. He smiled and let go, allowing her to look at it. “My magic is transformation. I don’t have to break into things… I just use a key.” He knew she wouldn’t like it, but his next suggestion was more than he would normally volunteer and a precaution against even him. “You should get magical protection around the walls if you can. Not even my keys can get past that currently, though normal doors pose no problem for me.” He paused, letting that information sink in as he took another sip of his cooling tea. Slowly, he continued, holding up one of the pictures of the garden he had taken. “As for why I changed my motives…” Sorting through the pile, he pulled out the closeup picture of her looking absolutely stunning and smiled softly. “It’s rather simple… I met You.” And yes, that was a capital Y. “At first you surprised me, then you intrigued me… you knew what I was here for, yet you played along with the charade. No one has ever seen through me before.” Glancing out the window into the still-lit garden, he smiled and continued. “You showed me your garden. And then I realized something… I was disappointed… I realized you knew the truth and that I would probably never be able to come back, but that I wanted to...” He glanced away, back into his tea cup, unable to meet her gaze. Honesty wasn’t normally his strong point. A lot of things outside the norm had happened tonight. His attempt to put it into words had been clumsy at best. From what he knew of her, she probably wouldn’t send him packing until the morning, but…. For the first time since he had left the home he’d shared with his parents and sister… he would be sad to go. |
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| 梟 Inara Serra | Jul 4 2014, 12:08 PM Post #16 |
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Melody was surprised when he gave her the answers so readily. She was fairly sure she did a passable job of not staring at his chest as he removed the key from around his neck. It looked simple enough, no more or less ordinary than the ones she had upstairs. But then he put it in her had, and she got it. She felt the key move and mold itself into a separate shape in her hand. She wanted very much to understand him, and his motives, and so her eyes held no judgement as they met his own. She shook her head sadly, giving him back the key. "You're right. I don't like the answer Zen. There is more to you than this." It wasn't a judgement, just an observation, though there was a decent amount of sincerity in her tone. She waited while he finished speaking, her face turning slightly red again when he held the picture up. It wasn't like she was inexperienced. She was just unused to this level of attention from men. Especially when they looked like Zentyr. She was entirely more used to being an object. She was pretty. She was sexy. She was never more than that to most, though that was partly her own fault. Mel had a bad habit of acting the part when it suited her. She fingered the rim of her tea cup absently as he continued. Was there anything this man could do that wouldn't surprise her? She gave a soft sigh. "Zen. This is my home, and my friend's home. I won't promise she would be okay with you being here. She's terrified of people." She bit her lip, holding in the remainder of the confession. It wasn't hers to give after all. She took her cup to the sink, rinsing it and putting it in the rack almost without thought. She was considering...but no. That would be bad, her common sense reminded her. She needed focus now, not another distraction. She thought about his face at the slight confession (slight to her, since she had no idea how rare his honesty was). Turning back, she gave him a smile, lost utterly on the top of his head as he was still looking at his tea cup. "Zentyr...I think, maybe, it would be okay. If you wanted to come back that is. After tonight." Ok that had been rather halting. But she had meant it. She went to the laundry room, putting his clothes in the dryer, but unsure of precisely what the settings should be. She made a noise of frustration and turned back to the kitchen. As she came under the door frame she leaned against the wall, jumping when soft piano started playing in the room. She blushed again. She had totally forgotten about that little feature. "Sorry. Jayden had it installed..." She looked at the wall, trying to find the button Jayden had camouflaged to match the wall and not draw attention. She even tried leaning on the wall again to no avail. "No big deal, she said...won't even notice its there, she said. Bah! She said in her mind. Jayden would have to show her the off switch sometime, til then, she turned back to Zen. "I'm So sorry. Um... you clothes are ready for the dryer. I'm just unsure of the setting." She pointed awkwardly toward the laundry room as the music on the loudspeakers of the house swelled. This wasn't awkward at all, she thought. Nope nope nope. |
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| Jay | Jul 4 2014, 06:35 PM Post #17 |
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Zen took the key back from Melody, replacing it around his neck as she observed that he was more than this. It wasn’t judgmental, but he didn’t know what to say to it just then. He had become much more, but he didn’t regret his past. As she mentioned Jayden was terrified of people, he had to try and reconcile that with the girl who had haggled better than anyone he’d ever seen. He had stared into his now empty teacup as she washed hers out, finally looking up as she haltingly told him he could maybe come back. He had glanced up in surprise, but she was already moving towards the laundry room. The soft smile returning to his face as he put his own teacup in the sink, rinsing it out and setting it gently on the counter. She returned to the kitchen, leaning against the wall and he glanced up in surprise as soft, but beautiful, piano music started to pipe through the house. As she blushed he grinned, walking slowly towards her, then past her. He reached the dryer, putting it on the lowest setting and starting it before turning back to Melody. His movements now were slow and deliberate, and he captured her hand as he returned to her side, his fingers lacing through hers as he said softly, “Come with me for a moment.” He led her away from the lit kitchen and into the room next to it, the front room. It had two couches and several boxes piled against the wall, but the majority of the room was empty. He didn’t bother with the lights, given that the moonlight coming from the window and the leftover light from the kitchen was enough to see by. When they were in a clear space, he grinned at her as he lifted her hand to his lips, asking simply, “Melody, would you do me the favor of this dance?” He put her hand on his shoulder, letting go as his eyes twinkled and he continued, “Though I won’t take no for an answer.” His hands slid onto her waist and then around to her lower back as he pulled her gently closer, though still leaving a few inches between them and began a slow sway that matched the music. Lowering his head so that his lips were right by her ear, he whispered teasingly, “You’ll have to thank Jayden for me. I quite like the music.” It was odd. To him, it didn’t matter that he was in only grass stained pants or that she was in adorable pajamas. As he leaned his cheek gently against her head, he was just enjoying the moment. However, after a moment he finally spoke again, still whispering softly next to her ear, though more seriously this time. “Growing up… my family truly loved each other. My parents worked hard and taught us the best they could.” He paused, then went on as they gently swayed. “But one day… my father angered a noble… and died in what everyone called a ‘freak accident.’ I knew better, but the city is corrupt, and nothing happened. My mother was devastated, and gave up on living without him. She wasted away to nothing a few weeks later, and Alexa and I were put on the street with nowhere to go. We lived in cardboard boxes, but Alexa was weak, and she got sick. I didn’t know what to do. I couldn’t lose all three of them within a month. I didn’t want to watch her waste away like my mother. In my desperation, I discovered my magic and used it to save my sister, to build a better life for us. It might not have been legal, it might not have been right… but I cannot bring myself to regret it.” Lifting his head, he moved so he would be able to look her in the eyes once more, though he paused to kiss her gently on the forehead. He smile down at her and went on. “I won’t regret my causal thieving, either. I make enough legally now that I don’t need to, but that’s what brought me to you. If I hadn’t been here tonight… if I hadn’t come through the creaky front door instead of the silent back door…” he shuddered at the thought, “Those men… you might not have woken up. I find that doubtful, but it’s possible. What if they had found you sleeping? So I know you don’t like it… but I won’t regret the events that led me here.” She was so beautiful… he couldn’t help himself. He leaned down, his lips approaching hers. He was a mere centimeter away, their breath mingling softly as her voice earlier in the night rang out in his head. I can promise you I won't harm you, if you keep your hands off the merchandise. He smiled ruefully and paused. “Sorry, I forgot I promised to keep my hands off everything. Thank you for the dance, Melody.” Her name was a whisper against her face as he slowly drew back, preparing to let her go. He could be forceful, he could be sweet… but he was trying really hard not to push her into anything. Edited by Jay, Jul 4 2014, 06:42 PM.
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| 梟 Inara Serra | Jul 4 2014, 09:32 PM Post #18 |
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Melody was still blushing as he pulled her into the living room. Yes the music was soft and sweet, a gentle sway of her namesake again her ears. She couldn't help humming along a bit, even as Zen decided that he would hold her almost too close. She gave him an arch look as he told her he wouldn't take no for an answer, though she didn't protest much at all. Mel ignored the tingling feelings in her hands where they rested on his shoulders. He was quite a bit taller than her. She ignored too how nice it felt to just dance with someone. Of course him whispering his story, his true story into her ear, was something she almost could not stand. It hurt her for him. It wrenched her heart and made her want to hug him until it was all better. She knew, of course, that hugs wouldn't fix the injustices he had suffered, or even make them any less painful. It might, however, remind him that he was not quite all alone in this world. He or his sister for that matter. She put her head on the place between his shoulder and his neck as they danced, and he kept whispering. She was, in fact, hiding her tears that were there simply because she hated how hurt he and his sister had been. She could understand better now Jayden's dislike and distrust of the nobles. Even if Jayden's own story hadn't been enough to sway her against them (which it truly had) this would have. She wanted to tell him how sorry she was, but she couldn't find the words. She was afraid if she spoke at all, he would read the tears she was hiding so well in her voice. She gave a small sigh as he finished speaking. Just as he began to pull away, she put her arms around his neck, hugging him for all she was worth, standing on tiptoe so that she could. "It's not like that." Now it was her turn to whisper, mostly because she was still trying to maintain some form of control over her voice. So instead of coming out choked and tear filled, it came out quiet and somewhat husky. "I...I know how silly it is, and how inadequate, but I am so very sorry. I hate that you were both hurt that way. I hate that it made you into a thief. And... And we can keep dancing if you'd like." She actually did want to keep dancing with him, and keep speaking to him. She just didn't quite trust the closeness. She was worried her own actions might get away from her. After all, her silly not-that-smart-heart was telling her one thing, and her brain something entirely different. She gave a soft sigh and this time she pulled away from him gently. Even though she smiled at him, her lashes were still wet from her tears, and there was still an uncanny amount of moisture on her dark eyes. Instead of letting him go completely though, her own hand traveled slowly down his arm, and she laced her fingers with his other hand. She smiled again. "If you'd like to that is. Or. I could show you around." |
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| Jay | Jul 4 2014, 10:06 PM Post #19 |
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Words did not describe how nice it felt just do dance with her, the feeling of her head tucked perfectly into the spot between his shoulder and neck. Yet as he had started to pull away, she had tugged him close, hugging his neck. Almost automatically, his arms tightened around her and his knees loosened, bending slightly so that he was supporting some of her weight as their bodies pressed together. He simply held her against him as she whispered her reply. He could feel the bare tinge of wetness against his shoulder, and he hated that he had made her cry, but at the same time… he had wanted her to know the truth. Was it selfish of him? Probably. When she said they could keep dancing if he liked, he smiled softly. He would like that very much, but his feeling that she needed a little space was reinforced as she pulled gently away, and he let her. His skin tingled where she trailed her fingers, and he willingly laced his own fingers with hers. With his free hand, he reached up and gently wiped a bit of moisture that had leaked out. “Don’t cry for me, Melody. I was lucky. I had a family who loved me. I managed to make something of myself, and I’m happy. How much more can a guy ask for?” He smiled, his fingers gently tracing the curve of her cheek before travelling down her neck. He pulled her gently towards him, kissing her softly on the forehead before letting his hand drop again. It was a sweet gesture, but he knew she needed a little distance. “How about we compromise. You can show me around, and then I can beg relentlessly for another dance. I don’t think the music is going anywhere.” He grinned at his little joke, trying to make things a little more light hearted. Gesturing to the door with his free hand and a small bow of his head, he smiled. “After you, Milady Melody. I will follow wherever you lead me.” There was a twinkle in his eye as he said this, though he was utterly serious. He didn’t know how, but she had gotten to him in a way no one else ever had. With her… he could simply be himself, faults and all. Or at least, so he hoped. |
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| 梟 Inara Serra | Jul 5 2014, 01:10 AM Post #20 |
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Mel took his joking in good faith, chuckling a little as he said he would beg for another dance. She hadn't really realized how sleepy she was getting though, until she started showing him through the house. Most of the rooms were bare, though she told him vaguely of plans they had for the separate rooms. This one would become a music room, the one on the top floor with the good lighting and view to the garden would become their own little art studio, etc. All in all they ended up looking around the house for almost an hour, and she figured out there would be a plethora of not just bedrooms, but also random rooms filled with fun. She thought it was highly likely that they had chosen the best house for them possible. And she could see Jayden's touches everywhere she looked. The only room she had done much to herself as far as decorating was her room (Not showing him that.) and the little room which she had designated as his own for the night. Okay and maybe the kitchen as well. She looked around the large house, smiling again at their great good fortune. Thank heaven for libraries. "So that concludes our tour." She gave him another of her mock bows, sticking her tongue out at him. "So do you think it would be a good plan to.....Hmm...Go have a look at the garden again? Since your clothes are already fairly messy again." She gave a slight laugh. She wondered how much it actually bothered him to be that much of a mess. He seemed like one of those people who preferred to be neat and tidy, though she had to admit he pulled off messy rather well. She walked toward the doors to the garden, looking at the lights there, and finding a rather large amount of joy in the knowledge that it was at least half her's. She opened the door, not in any hurry to go out, but enjoying the night breeze on her face and the smell of the growing things. She turned back to Zen and stuck her tongue out at him. There was something inside her that said simply, this man needed to have a little fun. "Betcha can't catch me!" She took off through the immense garden, hoping very much that he would chase. She wanted to show him that it as ok, sometimes, to act a like a kid, even now that they were grown. Besides, who doesn't love a game of tag at night? She took off down one of the paths they had made through the garden, laughing. She couldn't help herself. It was exhilarating in its own way, breathing the night air, lost in her own garden. The lights followed her everywhere of course, but she had picked up just a little of Jayden's habits in all their time together. She could run silently on the dirt path, and she could find shadows in which to melt, and hide. She found a nook in one of the corners of the garden, a place they had already discussed adding a bench to. Here she crouched quietly, trying hard not to giggle. She planned on springing out and surprising her pursuer. She even kind of hoped it would make him laugh, or scare him, just a bit. It was good for the blood, in her opinion anyway. |
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