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Post by AzuraGallu on Oct 3, 2010 22:03:37 GMT -8
Azura paid her nakedness no mind, just as naked as she by the time he got back into the bed, laying on his stomach and using his arms as a pillow, shoving all else to Melora's side for her to use. "You are, but it's not physical, you're a vampire. So stop lying to me and answer my question." He looked at her with one eye, gold of the iris reflecting in the dim lighting. With a sigh, he realized he might have been to harsh and tried to rephrase what he'd said. "Look, it's because I worry."
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Post by MeloraBelikov on Oct 3, 2010 22:12:16 GMT -8
Melora crawled into the bed and covered herself before pushing all of the other pillows off the bed save for one. She laid on her side so that she could look at him, brunette curls falling over her face. "It's just because I'm not used to this." She could feel herself getting choked up, trying not to cry. "Imagine spending all of your life hating a group of people for killing your family, including the man you admired, only to find out he's one of the people you grew to hate, and then deciding to become one yourself out of fear." A tear fell down her face regardless of trying to hold it back. "I'm not trying to be self pitying, and I decided this for myself. I'm just not handling it as well as I thought I would. I'm sorry, Azura."
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Post by AzuraGallu on Oct 3, 2010 22:18:22 GMT -8
In one fluid movement he reached over to her, pulling her to his side. "Relax. It'll get better. I know it's all new. I just don't want you hurt or sick because I'm making any oversights." He closed his eyes now, giving her a squeeze. "Just lemme know when somethin's botherin yoou so I can fix it," he said, voice slurring as he struggled against sleeping.
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Post by MeloraBelikov on Oct 3, 2010 22:36:24 GMT -8
"Azura..." Melora allowed herself to be pulled close to him, enjoying the feeling of his skin brushing against her own, and feeling that he was indeed the only person who cared for her this way. It was as far as it could possibly be from him loving her, she was sure, but having someone who cared for her made life the slightest bit more bearable. Sleep was making it's way to her eyes, and she was finding it hard to stay awake in his arms. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you. I didn't want to make you think you were responsible for how I'm feeling."
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Post by AzuraGallu on Oct 3, 2010 22:40:08 GMT -8
"I am responsible for it; for everything that's happening to you from this point forward. You're my responsibility and my friend. I'll make sure you're safe and cared for."
With that he ended the conversation and woke up in the next few hours to find them both still in the same position as when they'd fallen asleep.
Luckily, nothing had disturbed them in the course of their slumber, and he suddenly felt the urge to go check on Christopher.
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Post by MeloraBelikov on Oct 3, 2010 22:45:27 GMT -8
She woke when he did, not really rested, but compelled to wake up none the less, and upon doing so found that she was still snuggled right up to Azura. Melora blushed, as much as she could for being completely vampire pale, before shifting away from him a bit and looking somewhere else. "Good morning, Azura."
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Post by AzuraGallu on Oct 3, 2010 22:47:19 GMT -8
He passed a languid smile her way before releasing her to stretch, arms above his head. "Good morning, Melora. Did you sleep well?" He swung his legs over the side of the bed, rising to his feet to tug on his pants, running his fingers through his hair.
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Post by MeloraBelikov on Oct 3, 2010 22:51:37 GMT -8
"Um...yes, I did." She pulled herself up from the bed, still feeling groggy, sleep still looming over her head. "And thank you. For last night. You're very helpful." Melora picked up her shirt from the floor and pulled it over her head. "Anyway, what shall we start off doing?"
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Post by Christopher Saunders on Oct 3, 2010 22:55:23 GMT -8
Christopher nodded, the slightest bit more patient after having fed, slept, showered, and shaven. “So you haven’t touched her room?” He asked the Moroi sitting across from him. Chris shifted his foot up on the opposite knee, turning the wine glass full of blood thoughtfully. After sleeping, and thinking, he knew it was crucial that he start to think of Serena as an enemy. Three Guards were outside his door, one on the balcony outside the window.
“No, sir.” The man answered, fidgeting nervously. He’d been near the Lord when he’d blow up yesterday, first at the Gathering, then again when he bit Perenelle. "Its exactly as she left it sir."
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Post by AzuraGallu on Oct 3, 2010 22:57:28 GMT -8
"I figured we'd go check up on the kid. He didn't look right yesterday and I doubt it's changed unless his fuck buddy just decided to show up out of the blue." He put his arms through their respective holes in his shirt and turned from her, resting his weight on one foot while he straightened his clothing.
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Post by MeloraBelikov on Oct 3, 2010 23:01:03 GMT -8
"Right, let's get to it then." She opened the door for him and waited for him to lead the way. "I'm ready when you are."
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Post by AzuraGallu on Oct 3, 2010 23:04:20 GMT -8
He turned, ready, and snorted at her. "How are you so bloody fast at dressing?" He walked past her, shutting the door behind them and walked close, watching for any signs of opposition or discontent among the others in the building. He could smell Christopher, however faint, and walked right to a large ornate door one floor up from their own.
He considered just barging in, but decided to at least appear semi-diplomatic and knocked...loudly.
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Post by Christopher Saunders on Oct 3, 2010 23:07:48 GMT -8
“Take me too it then, and for god’s sake, stop reeking of terror.” Chris stood, depositing the glass on the table, starting for the door, and opening to nearly take Azura’s knock in the face. He blinked, stepping back hastily. “That’s fast becoming a habit with you.” He turned back to the man, gesturing quickly for him to come.
"Y-yes sir. Right this way." He stammered.
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Post by AzuraGallu on Oct 3, 2010 23:13:39 GMT -8
Azura looked a little befuddled. "What's becoming a habit? Is your heart beginning to flutter when you see me?" he teased, keeping Melora close. He didn't like the feel of this place, even more so than when he first arrived. It was too cold, and he found himself wishing for the comfort and closeness of his castle back home.
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Post by Christopher Saunders on Oct 5, 2010 23:25:54 GMT -8
Christopher started to answer, but quickly became distracted, reaching out a hand. He seemed more subdued after accidentally taking a bit of vampire blood, the energy having been reaped from his system after it’d hit his tongue. “Come now.” He encouraged quietly. “You know I’ll not hurt you. Don’t act as though I will… please?”
Inhaling shakily, nostrils quivering at the action like a fearful, caged animal, the man nodded, but seemed to calm ever so slightly. “Right.”
Christopher smiled, folding his hands behind your back. “And Azura, to answer that, my almost walking into your hands every time you knock on one of my doors is becoming a habit. One of these days you might actually strike me and mar my beautiful face.” He teased back.
“Glad to see you in better spirits.” Pernelle commented as she approached.
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