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Post by Galient Latrec Irigatore on Jun 9, 2009 15:03:36 GMT -8
Galient hadn't noticed she stopped, so he kept kissing her. He brought himself up on his arms, extended around her body. His arms, one on each side of her torso, were quivering. He wasn't on her, in a sense, just close to being. He could feel his pulse getting faster and faster. More excited, he thought. He felt his stomach turn. He saw Ophelia's eyes closed and her brow furrowed. "What's wrong?" He said curiously. His was still over her body and he was hanging on his arms, shadowing over her.
He felt a kind of stupid as he asked the question 'What's wrong?' He knew what was wrong. She didn't want this, she wasn't ready. He stiffened, but didn't move away from over her. I'm sorry, he said in his mind, meant to be spoken out loud. He hung over her still and stared into her eyes. How he loved those eyes. If only you knew, he thought, how much I really love you, my dear Ophelia. He looked away, but didn't move away, not even an inch. He stared down at the sheets that were on her bed. And the pillows. His pulse had gotten slower, but it was still beating a bit more rapid than when he was still. He glanced back at Ophelia and sighed, sorry that he had been so naive.
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Ophelia Van Koehn
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Post by Ophelia Van Koehn on Jun 9, 2009 15:18:32 GMT -8
Ophelia sighed softly and nuzzled his neck again and kissed it very softly. Right on the jugular, she could feel his pulse on her lips through his skin. It was intoxicating. She loved him so, but that was as close to biting as she'd go at this point. All I need to do is take baby steps. She pressed her lips there for a while, getting used to the feeling and then worked her way up to his lips. She pulled away and smiled up at him, putting her head on his coller bone.
"Nothing...I just need to get used to the idea...just taking baby steps." She responded to his question in a sweet voice. Ophelia knew she couldn't change his mind, but he'd wait till she was ready for it. She hoped that one day, she would do it for him. She smiled and kissed the spot right above his heart and nuzzled it softly. His heartbeat was like a lulliby, it was slower than it was before, but it still beat. Her arms were wrapped tightly around his waist, she hoped she wasn't hurting him though. You're so sweet Galient, I hope you're not worrying about me, there's no need to, I'll be alright. This will all be alright.
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Post by Galient Latrec Irigatore on Jun 9, 2009 15:37:05 GMT -8
Galient sighed happily and lay his head on Ophelia's chest. He was comfortable there, listening to her breathe. He knew that everything would be okay as long as Ricky didn't come back, but he coudn't help but worry about when Ophelia would change him. He laughed spontaneously, "I guess I never really was a hunter, huh?" He said, the top of his head under her chin. He moved his head, simultaneously with his hand, up to her face. He kissed her lips gently and raised his hand to her cheek. He caressed it and pulled himself up to her so he was taller than her again. He kept kissing her, almost unable to stop again. But, fortunetly, he slapped himself metaphorically and he stopped. He lay his head back on the pillow.
This was all very spontaneous, he thought, it's like I never know what I'm going to do next. He looked at Ophelia. Don't you see what you do to me? he thought again. All things in the room were just brighter now that Ricky was out of their conversation. Galient looked about the room and spotted Bianca sitting patiently on the window sill. The door was closed, although Galient didn't remember closing it. Perhaps he blacked out or something, he joked with himself. He kept his hand on her left cheek while he lay on her right side and his other hand was wrapped under her body onto the other side. He cozied himself into a place by her ear and closed his eyes, loving every moment of this.
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Post by Ophelia Van Koehn on Jun 9, 2009 15:57:07 GMT -8
Ophelia sighed softly. How do you make me feel so vulnerable and so safe at the same time? She looked up at Galient with a soft look in her eyes. She pushed herself up and kissed him gently before answering his question. "Well, it's rather hard to call yourself a hunter if you're only really looking for one person." She nuzzled his nose again and started thinking of more questions from their game last night.
"Hey Galient...this is going to sound kind of odd, but how tall are you exactly?" Ophelia actually had a lot of questions to ask him now that she thought about it. What a mystery you are, my love. I can't wait to find out everything I can. She smiled and sat up. "Come on, love...you've got to be hungry by now. And yes, before you ask, I can cook." In a bit of a bouncy manner she sprang to the floor and went over to his side of the bed to help him up. Ophelia hadn't been in this good of a mood in ages. She shook her hair out of her face playfully as she reached her hands to him. "Come on."
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Post by Galient Latrec Irigatore on Jun 9, 2009 16:21:51 GMT -8
He laughed, a bit taken by suprise by her question, and took her hands. "I'm 6 foot tall. Why do you ask?" He said as he pulled her up into his arms, instead of what she had probably intended. He walked down the stairs, unlike last night when he was drowsily slumping up the stairs, with Ophelia in his arms. He was also pretty strong, not just tall. He sat Ophelia down in the kitchen and motioned for her to show him what was where so he could help. What a silly world we live in, he thought, when vampires can cook and humans can be filled so much with desire, it hurts them sometimes. He laughed and made his way to the fridge where he found almost nothing. Some fruit, packages of fresh vegetables and the drawer where he found the packets of blood. There was also some kind of meat he couldn't recognize. Not that he was good at ercognizing meat, the meat could've been turkey for all he knew, but by the looks of it, it looked too fresh to be anything he could eat. It still had blood dripping off of it.
He pulled out the fruit and vegetables and began to make a salad on her counter. he wasn't paying attention to what Ophelia was doing, he was too busy cooking. He was a pretty good chef when he wanted to make a good meal. He'd gotten hired as a chef in a fancy resturaunt once while he was on the road. He worked there for a week and learned how to make 5 different dishes he hadn't tried yet. He could only make two with the fruit and vegetables.
One: Légume et salade de fruits or Vegetable and fruit salad or Two: Désert d'Apple, d'ananas et de carotte or Apple, pineapple and carrot desert
He decided upon the first one. It seemed the more easy one to make for him. You didn't need an oven for the salad either. He chopped the apples with a knife that was on the counter and sliced the carrots. He searched the room for bowl and found one in another drawer. He put all of the ingredients in and mixed them around manually. He sat it down on the counter and picked up the knife to put it away. But, before he could fit it where it was meant to fit, he cut open his finger accidentily. He gasped through his teeth, it made it sound like a hiss. He put the knife down and looked at his finger. It was a relatively deep cut. Down to the bone, he guessed. That's when he realized that Ophelia was still in the room. He looked over at Ophelia and fidgetively hid his finger from her, trying to keep her calm.
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Post by Ophelia Van Koehn on Jun 9, 2009 16:40:13 GMT -8
She smiled as she was scooped up into his arms, "Just curious" she answered. Ophelia had always liked tall guys. They made her feel safer for some reason. The extra muscle Galient had didn't hurt either.The clock across from the stairs read 10:30 am. Not a bad time to be up, Ophelia thought. The smile didn't fade when he put her down and followed him into the kitchen. She decided just to have something simple, she wasn't that hungry. So she stuffed a piece of bread in the toaster and pulled out some butter from the fridge.
She noticed that Galient had made a hissing noise and looked over. He was clutching his hand and realized she smelled blood. In order to stop herself from doing something she'd regret she said in a bit of a frantic voice, "Put it under cold water, I'll go get a washcloth and some bandages. With that, she rushed into the next room, to the bathroom. Under the sink she grabbed a box of maximum sized bandaids and grabbed a washcloth from the towel bar next to the shower. She would have to use all her might not to want the blood when she went back out there. She took a moment to calm herself down before rushing back out to the kitchen to dress the wound.
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Post by Galient Latrec Irigatore on Jun 9, 2009 16:53:59 GMT -8
Galient did as he was told and he walked to the foscet where he turned on the water and put the cut under it. It made a harsh stinging feeling go through his hand. Then he realized something. Something that could help him, or ruin this relationship. He was willing to try anything to become what he wanted. If it meant bleeding to death, so be it. He turned off the water and let his finger bleed mercilessly. It hurt like hell, but he was willing to go through it for what he wanted more than his life. Which turned out to be the price he would pay.
He stood there, waiting for Ophelia to return. He knew she would be mad. And when she would do what he knew she would, she would feel guilty. But, he thought, that guilt will go away throughout the years. She'll learn to either fight it off or succumb to it. He could feel stiffness go through his neck. What if he was too scared to do this and he backed out when she was actually doing it? Would he be strong enough? He shook his head and could feel the loss of blood going through his body.
This is it, he thought, I'm actually going to make Ophelia do this for me? Without so much as waiting? he asked himself. He felt bad, yes, but he knew what he wanted. Nothing was going to change his mind, like he had said before to Ophelia. He loved her and if this was what he wanted, it was what he was planning to get.
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Post by Ophelia Van Koehn on Jun 9, 2009 17:07:21 GMT -8
She returned to the room and realized he had turned off the fascet. "Galient!" She said shoving his hand back under the fascet and turned it on and put the water. She dampend the cloth and gently massaged the cut. A moment later she turned the water off and slid the bandaid around it.
She sighed softly. Ophelia knew what Galient was trying to do. He was trying to force his way into making her bite him. The thing was, she'd feel guilty whether she did or didn't. She simply shook her head at him and kissed his cheek softly. "I'll get to it when I feel I can do it", she whispered to him. With that she returned to her toast, which had popped up when she skittered off to the bathroom and spread butter over it.
He couldn't force her to, she'd always be around to heal his wounds, no matter how small the wound was. She placed the toast on a plate and leaned against the wall facing him and took a bite of her toast. Ophelia tried to smile up at him, she didn't suceed fully, but she was smiling a worried smile.
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Post by Galient Latrec Irigatore on Jun 9, 2009 17:26:09 GMT -8
He shook his head. The one thing he wanted besides Ophelia was death. And the closest thing to it was being a vampire. It would also be easier to track down his family's killer. He stared at her and, acting like a child, he crossed his arms and scooted the fruit bowl away from him. "I lost my appetite." He grumbled. He glared down at the floor. Why was she so cautious, he asked himself. It wasn't like she could kill him. Well, she probably could, but not easily. Galient leaned up against the counter, his back turned to Ophelia. He looked at his hand. His eyes moved up and down on his arm and he recognized the light pink shade from scars on his wrists. There were five on each wrist. Those were all times when Galient had felt like dying, no matter who he let down. No matter what unfinished business he had. He wanted to die, then. He felt the same now, but in a different sense. In the undead sense.
He grazed the pink slits and remembered the horrible memories behind them. One was from the day his parents had died and no one had listened to him. He'd been rushed to the hospital immediatley, but he wished he hadn't been. He had wanted to die that day, but his plan had been ruined by the police. Those plans were always ruined, which was why he wasn't dead. He sighed at the marks. Maybe he wasn't supposed to be a human after all.
Galient stared off into the distance, as if the wall wasn't there in front of him. He had always been 'emo'. Ever since he was 9, anyway. He never understood life. 'They all deserve to die,' in the words of Sweeney Todd. He laughed humorlessly once. He started to hum 'Epiphany' silently to himself. He sang the words in his head. What had gotten him to this song, anyway? he thought as he sang. He stopped and remembered what he been thinking about. Galient still stared against the distance and didn't look back at Ophelia. He didn't want to see her at the moment. That's what he tried to tell himself, but he knew that he wanted to see her anyway. He peeked over his shoulder childishly and witnessed Ophelia eating her toast. He switched his head back quickly and stared at the wall once more, hoping to God that she hadn't seen him look at her.
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Post by Ophelia Van Koehn on Jun 9, 2009 17:36:11 GMT -8
She had seen him peak over his shoulder at her, she laughed through her nose and put her toast down. Ophelia tip-toed behind Galient and wrapped her arms around his waist and rested his cheek against his back and nuzzled it softly. You can be a bit more childish than I can sometimes dear.
"C'mon emo kid." She said jokingly as she started walking over into the living room, attempting to pull him along with her. She wanted to cheer him up. No more of this poutiness, she thought, you need to be happy. Ophelia tried with all her strength to drag him over to the couch. We're a rather silly couple aren't we? She thought to herself. Serious one moment, silly the next. How ridiculous of us, acting like children. She stood on her toes and kissed his cheek lovingly, still trying to pull him along.
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