Ophelia Van Koehn
Madam of the Underworld
Can I trust you? But I don't want to...
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Post by Ophelia Van Koehn on Jun 7, 2009 22:02:43 GMT -8
She smiled as she heard Galient sing from the living room. He does have a nice voice, she thought to herself as she slipped on her black and white striped sweater and knee length, black bloomers. Ophelia had a song stuck in her head, at first she was humming it but then started to sing. "You're in my stars you know Don't need no crystal ball to tell me so Whispering in the air Hoping that my words find you somewhere
Even when I close my eyes I'll never recreate the time that flies The consiquences hanging there The sky may fall but I don't care.."
As she walked down the stars she began to sing the chorus. When she sang, she let all her inhibitions go. Her mother always said, her voice was like silver when she spoke, and like gold when she sang.
"Meet me beneith my balcony and say No one but you could ever fill my night Be the sunlight in my everyday
Underneith my balcony I'll say No one but you could ever fill my night Be the sunlight in my everyday."
She finished the stanza as she returned to the living room. Bianca jumped off the couch and rubbed her pale, yet muscular legs. Ophelia picked her up and the cat rubbed her nose against Ophelia's cheek affectionatly. She smiled and returned to her spot on the couch. "You're quite right, your voice is rather nice, Galient." She smiled at him, trying to forget about what just happened.
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Post by Galient Latrec Irigatore on Jun 7, 2009 22:21:02 GMT -8
Sparks. Everywhere as she sang. He closed his eyes as he listened to her sing. It was magnificent. It was like she was an angel. The exact oppostie of what Galient thought she was earlier in the park. He felt ashamed. He felt the need to apologize....
Ophelia walked down the stairs in black and white. Her shirt reminded him of a scary movie he had watched a year ago. He had forgotten the name, but he had remembered the shirt. Her voice stopped when she reached the bottom stairs and Galient reluctantly opened his eyes and watched her sit on the couch in her original spot.
"Thanks," He said, scratching his neck, a little embarrassed, "You do too, Ophelia. Your violin playing and your singing together must be magical." He smiled, to soften the compliment. He thought of how they would sound in a duo. Probably not as good as herself alone, he wasn't as good as her. Not even close. She'd probably had at least a century to practice her skills. He'd had his nineteen years. His smile wasn't as strong as before, but it was still there. He searched the room, to find Bianca so he had something to occupy himself besides stare at Ophelia admiringly, but she was nowhere in sight. She must have run off when he and Ophelia were singing. Galient cursed under his breath and tried to look back out the window; trying to 'occupy' his time by admiring the frost upon the window.
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Ophelia Van Koehn
Madam of the Underworld
Can I trust you? But I don't want to...
Posts: 240
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Post by Ophelia Van Koehn on Jun 7, 2009 22:36:15 GMT -8
Ophelia returned his smile and whispered "Thank you." She was still blushing. Uuuugh, stop with the blushing. This is starting to get embarassing. The thought lingered in her mind as she tried to think of something to say.
"Um...so...are you staying at that hotel I told you about earlier?" She was rather curious if he was doing well in town or not. Ophelia knew it would be sort of pricey to stay there. He could stay here, she thought. I have a guest bedroom. Why couldn't he? Then a sad thought struck her. Because I'm a bloodsucker that's why. What if I run out of my supply before my next shipment? What if I hurt him? Terrible thoughts swirled within her head. She was staring at him blankly; she was spacing out pretty badly.
She started imagining what could happen. She opened her fridge to find it empty. She was hungry. Her eyes grew large and black till no stone blue could be seen. She slinked down the dark hall to the guest bedroom at the end. Opened the door in the most silent matter she could...after that she snapped out of it and wanted to take back her question.
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Post by Galient Latrec Irigatore on Jun 7, 2009 22:47:36 GMT -8
He laughed, not loudly but not quiet, "Not...um, really. I saw the woman I was looking for. I decided not to stay there. Too much trouble. I don't want to be accused of murder if something," Galient stood and walked to the window, "were to happen." He looked back at Ophelia to emphasize his words. Then he turned back to the foggy window. He felt better now that he was off of the couch. He felt more comfortable and less cramped with Ophelia. It was too small of a space. He shifted his weight to his other foot that he was standing on.
"Ophelia..." He said her name as quickly as he could, to try to prevent the sparks. They came anyway, "I really don't know what...just happened between us, but it was strange." He took a step towards the couch, but stopped so he wouldn't go any closer, "I don't know how to put these...emotions in context. It's complicated and I'm not sure..." He was going to say 'if we should stay friends' but he felt that was too harsh. Plus, he didn't want to end the friendship anyway either. He thought of something to finish the sentence, "I'm not sure about anything anymore, and I have no idea what I'm doing half of the time now." He turned back to window and let his head sag down in shame until Ophelia would reply.
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Ophelia Van Koehn
Madam of the Underworld
Can I trust you? But I don't want to...
Posts: 240
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Post by Ophelia Van Koehn on Jun 7, 2009 22:57:55 GMT -8
Ophelia's smile faded a touch, but not completly. She had to admit the thought had crossed her mind. "It's alright. I didn't really expect you to get that close actually. Besides...it'd be creepy I'd imagine, to be in that kind of relationship with a dead person." Ophelia had always been quite tough on herself. She told herself this would happen internally. That's why she never got close to anyone. "Besides...that wouldn't go anywhere. You'd age and mature, I wouldn't." She didn't mean to be harsh, but she had to convince herself that it would never happen. She didn't even look at him, she couldn't. She felt ashamed of saying so much, she didn't mean it really.
Ophelia let out a short shot of air and said, "Well, if you want to stay here, you're welcome to. There's a guest bedroom down at the end of the hallway." She was trying to steer away from the subject. Since she suspected either he husband or lover being the culprit of her murder, so she knew she would never be ready to go back into that world. She tucked a piece of hair behind her ear and just tried to forget. It will never happen. There's no chance. Forget about it. Forget, forget, forget.
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Post by Galient Latrec Irigatore on Jun 7, 2009 23:12:33 GMT -8
He looked back at her. He wasn't sad, he was actually quite happy. He was getting a free stay in Ophelia's house. No charge. But he also felt a bit melancholy. He hadn't known why. He knew that the vampire + hunter relationship wouldn't work, but suprisingly, he felt a little depressed about what she said. He swallowed dry saliva and it moved roughly down his throat. He moved back to Ophelia and sat down next to her on the couch again.
"I'm being an idiot. I know I always have been, but I'm being foolish. I've never truly understood anyone. Not even myself." He put his hands around Ophelia's cheeks and held her eyes to his with a gaze as deep as the ocean, "And I don't quite understand anything. To you, I'm a child. An ignorant child who is not wise and does not know anything about anything. And that's true, but I understand that I..." His voice trailed off as he stared into her eyes. He felt a weird sensation just then. One he knew he'd never felt before. Not a throb, not a pang, but a drumming in his heart. His hands felt warm on hr cheeks. He couldn't see anything else besides her. He was floating, above everything. And the only thing that held him down was her. Nothing else, just Roslyn Katrina Van Koehn.
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Ophelia Van Koehn
Madam of the Underworld
Can I trust you? But I don't want to...
Posts: 240
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Post by Ophelia Van Koehn on Jun 7, 2009 23:26:15 GMT -8
Ophelia had shifted and had turned sideways with her knees pulled up to her chest by the time he sat down. She was actually quite depressed by what she said. Ophelia was the type of person who beat herself up over everything no matter what the subject. She rested her chin on her knees as she watched him sit down and listened to him intently.
She was taken by surprise when his hands found their way to her cheeks. Warmth. They masked the blush that reasserted themselves on her pale skin, at least she looked less like an apple now. Ophelia locked eyes with Galient and she felt like she was the child in this situation. Quite the opposite of what he was saying. His eyes were rather mezmorizing, they weren't just brown, they had little flex of gold and orange in them. That's probably the best description for you, Galient. Warm.
Ophelia didn't notice her lower lip was trembling when he trailed off. She hated when people trailed off, it left her feeling impatient, but this was different. This was someone who had come on so fast into friendship with her, she could easily wait hours to hear the end of the sentance. At that moment, she realized something strange. Her heart was pumping. How was this possible? It wasn't very hard, it was rather soft, but still pumping. "That...you?"
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Post by Galient Latrec Irigatore on Jun 7, 2009 23:43:39 GMT -8
Galient nodded, "Yes, that's me." He said, he then heard another sound. Another thumping sound, like his own drumming. "Is that...you?" Could the same thing that was happening to him be happening to her? Was it really just that simple? He had come back down to earth when she spoke, but that string, the metophorical string Ophelia had, was still present. He couldn't see it, like before, but he could sense that it was still there. His eyes had widened in suprise when he had felt like he was floating, they hadn't gone back down to original size yet. His cheeks were now flaming with embarrassment. He was blushing, like Ophelia was. He caressed Ophelia's cheeks with the hands that were already there. His fingers silently rotated on her cheeks. He sighed, feeling satisfied.
Then he felt something on his leg. Bianca, he thought. He didn't look down to check, he didn't want to draw attention to her. This moment was not one he wanted interrupted by Bianca. You came at the wrong time, he spoke to Bianca silently in his own head. He still stared into the eyes of Ophelia. The blue was piercing, like ice. It had a ring of white on the outside of the pupil. The rest was blue, stone-cold blue....
He tilted his head in, only slightly though, and they were only a couple of inches apart.
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Ophelia Van Koehn
Madam of the Underworld
Can I trust you? But I don't want to...
Posts: 240
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Post by Ophelia Van Koehn on Jun 7, 2009 23:55:40 GMT -8
She giggled softly as her pulse quickened slightly. That wasn't what she meant by 'That you..?' she was implying for him to finish his sentance, but she felt it was unimportant at the moment. She was trembling, but she didn't know with what. Anticipation? Fear? Anxiousness? She didn't know. All she could see, and all she really wanted to see were his warm eyes, backed by his warm tan skin.
She felt Bianca climb up on her feet and wiggled them, trying to get Bianca to leave. She placed her small milky hand on his hand on her cheek, closing her eyes, drinking in the feeling. She then realized then she wasn't scared. No, no she wasn't. She actually felt very safe. Shivers ran up and down her spine. Goosebumps plauged her skin, but she wasn't complaining. The more feeling, the better. When Ophelia reopened her eyes, she held his gaze a tad longer, leaning in slightly. They were nearly nose to nose when she replied in a soft whisper, only audible from this distance. "Yes...that's my pulse..."
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Post by Galient Latrec Irigatore on Jun 8, 2009 0:13:54 GMT -8
That, at that moment, Galient knew that she wasn't afraid of him. Not anymore, not even a smidge. And, with their noses touching like that, he felt a new desire. Ophelia was his desire. He wanted her. He wanted to keep her safe. He wanted no one else. He wanted no one else to want her. Only her. Only him. He slid one of his hands, the one that was not covered by Ophelia's, to the back of her neck and pulled her head in. Their lips touched slightly, he didn't want to move too fast, although he was already. He felt his stomach turning knots, his head spinning, his life being held up by that string that Ophelia held. Her lips were soft, like cherries.
He backed away slowly, keeping his hands still attached to her, and his forehead on hers. He was breathing deeply and still looking at Ophelia. As was for her, she was looking at him. He felt...for once, nothing. Nothing in the English vocabulary could comprehend his feeling. It was indescribable. He felt everything and nothing and anything. One word described this moment for him: Perfect.
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