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Post by Laurel Serephine Forsyth on Jun 23, 2013 22:54:07 GMT -5
Her thumb rubbed over his cheek as he mentioned not smiling often, her eyebrows drawing together slightly at this news. It was a shame, really it was, she could very easily enjoy the sight of his smile. Her fingers ran over his cheek one more time before tucking against her chest. "It's a shame, I really like your smile" She told him honestly, her head tilting to the side just a bit as she studied him before she let him have a soft smile of her own. Well, maybe that'd be her next project? Get him to smile more. She'd succeeded in her last goal, to learn his name, and she honestly was looking for any reason to stick around him. That seemed like a damn good reason to her. She wanted to see him smile more. She liked how when he'd smile, really smile, he'd get those cute little dimples, and she was determined to see it more often. It was a good image to have in her head.
He moved when she did, his arm moving to cradle her head and shoulders and she blinked, hesitating a moment before pressing herself against his side, smiling lightly. She fit comfortably against him, something she was quick to realize, her arm moving to rest against his chest for a moment before her fingers started tracing his tattoos. She couldn't help but grin as she looked at him at his sigh, her fingers continuing to trace while she studied him. This was nice, she would admit that, it was odd, but it was nice. She was curious about all his tattoos, obviously they all weren't a product of him becoming a vampire, and it was confirmed when he mentioned that he liked getting them. She'd never gotten a tattoo, just the one that she'd gotten naturally from becoming a vampire, and she'd heard that they hurt. She wondered why he'd be addicted to getting tattoo's if they hurt so much.
She smiled lightly, suddenly feeling the urge for some show and tell, reaching to swipe her hair away from her head, tilting her head to the side so he could see the little black bird tattoo on the right side of her neck. "That's the only one I have, not much really, I think I'm too chicken shit to actually get a tattoo" Her little bird tattoo, that showed up when she'd became a full vampire was probably not a surprise, given that her affinity had to do with birds. But it was neat, and it was hers, and she adored it so therefore she was rather proud of it. It marked her for who she was, and she felt a bit of pride as she let him see it. Honestly, it wasn't something she showed many people. Mostly because it gave away that she was an onyx, but also because it was hers, and it was personal to her.
Why she wanted to show it to him...well, she wouldn't get too into that just yet. "Did they hurt? I mean, I've been told that they do" She figured this was a good enough topic, Laurel actually was rather interested in the topic of tattoos, she'd been curious to get another, not one that came as she progressed through her vampiric life, but one that was put on her. "How long did it take to get these? You have so many." Her eyes flickered over to him, her smile curling into a grin. "I was thinkin' about getting one. Maybe a nice tramp stamp?" She teased, she wasn't all for that sort of thing, she liked having meaning for her tattoo's, they represented who she was, even if she only had one, and a tramp stamp wasn't something that stood for what she was. Tag: Tripp Words: 646 Notes: you were fiiiine xD
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Tripp Sanders
Onyx Vampire
Student/Dealer
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Post by Tripp Sanders on Jun 23, 2013 23:54:01 GMT -5
Again he felt himself drifting into a kind of comfort as her finger tips continued to trace his tattoos. The feeling of her body fitting perfectly against his didn’t go unnoticed either, it made his stomach feel a little light a weird to him, but he didn’t want her to move away, not at all. His attention was drawn to her as she pulled her hair back to reveal to him a little bird tattoo mark upon her neck. A smile slipped across his lips as he leaned in a little giving in to the urge to kiss her neck. It was just so tempting and he was just so close to her. “It’s..cute.” He whispered between a few soft kisses he placed upon her neck.
She was then expressing that she was too afraid to get an actual tattoo and that made Tripp lean back a little to look her in the eyes. “Really?” [/i] He teased “a little rebel soul like you too afraid to get a little tattoo.”[/i] He laughed lightly. She inquired about if they hurt or not. “Of course they hurt.”[/i] Tripp relaxed a little laying back against the couch once again. The many times and places of when and where he got his collection of tattoos slipped through his memory. “But it hurts less that some things.”[/i] He sideways glanced at Laurel, trying to keep his expression relaxed even though that last statement was rather deep for him. “I like the way they hurt…it only last a little while.”[/i] He shrugged it off as he spoke. “I’ve had them since I was old enough to drive….not exactly legal to be getting ink that young but it’s not like I’m one to care about that.”[/i] Tripp winked at her smiling once again. Laurel remarked about getting a tramp stamp at Tripp couldn’t help but roll his eyes a little before looking her dead in the eyes. “You…could do much better than that…Laurel.”[/i] He had almost called her ‘babe’ or ‘sweet heart’ like he had done all night, but there was something serious and intimate about actually saying her name out loud…well at least it was like that for him. “I like your little bird.”[/i] He brushed her air back with his hand that wasn’t draped around her shoulders, his finger tip gently rubbing over the edges of the beautifully onyx image. “But if you’d like to get a nice piece someday, I could introduce you to a talented guy….He does a great job….and isn’t…sleazy.”[/i] His words started off at normal volume but as he spoke they got softer as he couldn’t help but lean back into her. That bare neck was driving him crazy and he couldn’t help himself. His lips barely grazed her skin and he took a quiet breath of her in, he couldn’t put his finger on what exactly she smelled like, but it was enticing. He nuzzled her playfully nipping her just a little bit. “Speaking of birds…where is your little feathered friend anyway?”[/i] the words slipped out before he could stop them. He didn’t mean to break the moment but his mouth had gotten ahead of his brain for a moment. Well there was not taking it back now. He grimaced a little and mentally scolded himself before resting his head there in the bend of her neck. He’d been doing ok with the whole cuddle and chat thing and then he had to bring up that bird. Gods he was dense sometimes. [/blockquote] Words: 582 Muse: chatty and snuggly (what has happened?! lol) Notes: him...just....ugh...lol
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Post by Laurel Serephine Forsyth on Jun 24, 2013 0:36:11 GMT -5
She hadn't expected his lips to touch her neck, to press kisses along the little tattoo, his words whispering in her ear. She smiled lightly, pleased that he seemed to like the tattoo and she let out a little sigh at the feel of his lips against her skin once more. She would have been content to let him continue to kiss her neck, however his tattoos proved distraction enough and she let her own slight fear of getting a tattoo slip. She rolled her eyes as he leaned back and teased her about being afraid to get a tattoo and she merely smiled at him. "Hey, not everyone can be as badass as you ya know" She told him with a cheeky grin, her head leaning down to his chest, her lips pressing against his skin in a soft kiss, though she wasn't quite sure why. She bit her lip as he told her that tattoos did in fact hurt, it was a bit of a stupid question but she figured she'd ask anyways.
Better to know the truth from someone who actually knew than just rumors after all. He mentioned that they hurt less than other things and she wondered if he meant more by that statement. She wondered if there was something he kept hidden within himself, something that brought him some sort of pain. If there was, it wasn't her place to pry. She had her own demons to deal with, and she wasn't going to ruin this moment, this relaxed and content atmosphere by trying to pry where she shouldn't. She shook her head lightly as he mentioned getting tattoos at a young age, his wink making her grin like a school girl. "Breakin' laws early on huh? Definitely a bad boy" She would easily move on from that subject, the subject of pain, there was enough of that in her past, and her present, and if he had his own pain, well he wouldn't want to dwell on it either.
She paused as he said her name, the statement was lost on her when her name rolled off his lips. He hadn't called her by her name since...well he hadn't ever called her by her name. Sure they'd only met..what hours ago? But, it felt like a lifetime, and they'd already seemed to..well she wasn't sure about what was going on at the moment. The thing was, he hadn't said her name, and he did, and she liked it. And to show that she liked it, perhaps an encouragement for him to continue calling her by her name, she smiled lightly, leaning up to press her lips to his, a soft, light kiss. But one none-the-less. "You think so?" She breathed lightly before settling back in her previous position, her hand splayed across his chest, her head tilted slightly to look at him. Though when his fingers gently found her tattoo her eyes closed, pleased at the small attention he was paying something she treasured so.
His offer to help her get a tattoo was noted in the back of her mind, however she was paying much more attention to the fact that he'd leaned forward, his lips grazing her neck. She had no idea a man could make her so relaxed, so comfortable, in his arms, with just the caress of his lips. Of course, when he asked where Micha was her eyes popped open and she bolted upright, her gaze searching out the windows of the store and her ears, and mind, straining for any sign of the bird. Her lips tugged down into a frown as she realized she heard and saw nothing of her. "I'm...not sure. Well...I think she's okay, I'm sure she is, probably just got pissed and went back to the cita-...home" There was a small hiccup, she wasn't really ready to let anyone know who she was, not just yet.
But her worry for Micha was apparent, as was her attempts to reassure herself. She couldn't help but stay as she was for a bit longer, strained and tensed as she tried to hear something of the bird. She didn't like when Micha went far. "Oh well, whatever" She muttered lightly, slowly easing herself down next to Tripp once again, though her brows were drawn together and she idly traced the lines of his muscles along his chest. She very much disliked when she didn't know where Micha was. Tag: Tripp Words: 760 Notes: -cough- so much muse man!
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Tripp Sanders
Onyx Vampire
Student/Dealer
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Post by Tripp Sanders on Jun 24, 2013 13:14:58 GMT -5
Earlier when Tripp was doing what he did to Laurel he had expected an interruption from that feathered friend of hers, just like when they were on the couch kissing. He had half expected her to jump out of her skin and up off the couch without notice to him while he was bust making her back arch, but it never happened. He was so distracted by being able to kiss on her neck for a while that he had forgotten completely about the fact that his mouth sometimes spoke without his brain backing it up. That was exactly what happened, he was so comfortable with her there in his arms that his brain took a mini vacation and his mouth ruined the moment. One moment he had his face nuzzled up to her neck and the next she was sitting up and leaving his arms empty. He really could be an idiot at times.
He could clearly hear the distress in her voice when she tried to figure out where her little birdy pal had gone. It immediately made him feel horrible, which was not something that he felt often. His brows pinched together a little as he watched her and when she seemed to stumble over where her bird might have gone. Apparently she couldn’t remember the place she called home or whatever she called it? Tripp didn’t bother trying to comment on it like he normally would. Tripp half sat up while she seemed to stay where she was for a bit longer. There was an internal struggled with in him, should he wrap his arms around her? Tell her it would be ok? That he was sorry for bringing it up? he was being a bit ridiculous silently struggling inside, but it didn’t last long as she leaned back down he laid down with her as well.
Tripp let out the breath he had unknowingly been holding while her fingers moved once again against his skin. Silence fell upon him once again as he laid there awkwardly not knowing if he should say something or not. The fingers on his free hand drummed lightly against the skull and wings on the belt buckle on his belt, he pulled his lip ring with his teeth the creeping urge for a cigarette making him feel a little antsy. He would reach for them tough, he didn’t want to move and he didn’t want to ruin anything with his bad habit so instead he just laid there looking at the ceiling. His ears listened to Laurel’s steady breathing and he adjusted his arm so that he could hold her close once more. It was a strange comfort she provided that he couldn’t really describe perfectly yet.
Tripp’s head leaned over so that he could look at her, trying to decipher what she was thinking and if he had ruined the rest of the night for her or not. He’d totally understand if she needed to leave to do whatever she needed to, even though he’d be more than happy to spend the rest of the night right where he was. Words: 521 Muse: Quietly kicking himself Notes: shooort. –rolls-
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Post by Laurel Serephine Forsyth on Jun 24, 2013 19:02:39 GMT -5
Laurel's concern for Micha might have seemed odd or even misplaced to others. But they wouldn't understand the sort of bond that she had with the bird. Not only had Laurel raised the little bird from the moment she'd hatched, Laurel confided in Micha the deepest and darkest secrets that she wouldn't confide in anyone else about. Micha was her true friend, the one being that wouldn't ever leave her (well until her timely death but Laurel didn't think about things like that), wouldn't ever betray her. Now, putting so much trust and love into a bird? A little odd, yes, but Laurel's ability allowed her to communicate with birds. And not only that, but with having raised Micha from her birth, Micha seemed to have a more human personality. Sure, birds understood what Laurel asked of her, she figured from some freaky mind connection that allowed her her affinity.
But Micha? Micha was special. Micha wasn't like the other birds, sure they understood what Laurel asked, what Laurel wanted, but Micha almost seemed to see the world as Laurel saw the world. The bird might have been annoying as hell, but she was someone that Laurel loved very much, someone who was more person than bird, and Laurel didn't like when Micha was far away. So when Tripp brought up the fact that Micha hadn't interrupted their, well she'll just call it their moment, Laurel was a bit more than concerned. Her first thought was that Micha'd finally just up and left, the brunette wasn't stupid, Micha was a bird after all despite all her human tendencies, she still had the basic instincts. Several times Laurel'd expected Micha to leave, having found a mate and started her own little birdy family.
But she never did, her loyalty to Laurel outweighing the urge to continue the species. For a moment longer Laurel debated getting up, going to find the bird before letting out a sigh and laying herself back down, snuggling up next to tripp. Her eyes squeezed shut as a wave of guilt washed over her. She'd been pretty mean to Micha, though really, the bird HAD tried to give her brain damage earlier. She took a deep breath, inhaling his scent as she rested next to him, a soft smile curling to her lips as his arm shifted to hold her closer to him. Her arm slipped from his chest to wrap around his waist, trying to quell the rush of thoughts that assaulted her mind. The window of the dorm'd been closed when her and Micha left, which meant the bird probably wouldn't go back there.
Suddenly her lips pursed as she wondered if Micha'd be dumb enough to find her father. She'd already sent her letter, so if Micha was showing up with no Laurel, Angelo probably would assume something was wrong. And of course, if Angelo thought something was wrong, he would end up looking for her. She let out a low groan at that, her eyebrows drawing together and her eyes opening. And Angelo finding her laying on a couch, with no pants on next to a shirtless man wasn't something that would go over well. No matter how old Laurel was. "Ah fuck. I need to go" However, she made no move to go, only to tilt her head to look at Tripp, her expression smoothing to something softer as she smiled lightly. "I really don't want too though." She wanted it to be clear that she wasn't leaving because of him, that she wanted to stay.
That she liked being with him. However, she'd rather not go through the whole embarrassing act of her father finding her here, and she definitely doubted Tripp wanted that either. After a long moment, one spent idly stroking his side and studying his face as if she'd forget it, she hefted herself up. Suddenly she wasn't sure what she should say, or do, and for a moment she sat upright where she was, trying vainly to think of something she could say. In the end she ended up reaching for his hand, her slim fingers curling around his to squeeze lightly. "But I have to go, even though this night was...well I'm not even sure what to call it. It sucks it has to end" She murmured to him lightly, softly, her hand uncurling from his after a moment and she got up and off the couch.
She caught sight of her pants on the floor, moving over to pick them up and slide them on before going to grab her backpack, slinging it over her shoulder. She turned back to look at him, her hands shoving into her pockets, a touch of awkwardness causing her to press her lips together and shuffle from one foot to the other. "So...see you?" Laurel didn't say goodbye to anyone, she didn't like giving such finality to her meetings. However, this time there was a note of anticipation in her words, a bit of hope. She hoped she could see him again, that she would see him again. Tag: Tripp Words: 863 Notes: look at her not wanting to leave xD
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Tripp Sanders
Onyx Vampire
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Post by Tripp Sanders on Jun 24, 2013 21:43:29 GMT -5
As he lay there Tripp watched her face for a while, he could almost see a thought process going on in her pretty little head just by the expressions on her delicate features. Silently he wondered what she could be thinking about, he guessed it was probably about her bird, he had to go and open his mouth didn’t he? His brows rose a bit before pinching together in concern as she groaned. Well that wasn’t a great sign. She had to go and he had to stop himself from frowning at her conclusion. ”Okay… [/i] he responded but yet she didn’t make much effort to move out of his embrace. She looked over at him and her smile made him smile a little as well. He didn’t want her to leave just as much as she seemed to not want to leave either. All he could do was give her a gentle squeeze, he really wasn’t sure what to say. It was hard to keep his eyes open as she stroked his side and touched his face, but when he felt her move to get up he opened them to look at her. Tripp had almost moved to get up as well but she slipped her finger through his and he lost all train of thought. It was almost like holding hands and it made him think of an easier time when it was a big deal to hold hands with a girl…back to a time when he actually bothered with such a gesture. God only knew that it had been ages since he had held a girl’s hand or had one just grab his instead of waiting on him. He returned her squeeze with a gentle one of his own and he nodded a little when she spoke of needing to go once again. Tripp swung his legs over and sat himself upright on the couch as he watched her search for, locate and tug on her jeans. All he needed was to find his shirt, it was odd for him to have only his shirt to pull back on but honestly it didn’t bother him at all this evening. The shirt he needed remained on the floor and he didn’t make any move to get it before standing up. it was cute to him how she shuffled her weight a little nervous like about having to say good night and it made him really smile again. “I’ll see ya…but first you should better put your shoes on before you leave.”[/i] He laughed lightly glancing down at her feet and then back up to her before taking a step toward her so that he could grasp the front of his jacket and tug her close to him. Tripp bend his head down so that his face was closer to hers. “And…as nice as it looks on you, I need my jacket back.”[/i] The corner of his smile tugged up into a playful smirk. His hands slid up her sides to her shoulders and slowly he pushed his jacket off her shoulders and down her arms. Without looking he tossed it in the direction of the couch, he didn’t take his eyes off of her and his smirk only faded when he leaned down to take her lips with his. The kiss was deep and yet gentle enough not to hurt her. If she needed to go at least he was going to get one more kiss for the road. His hand had come up to touch the side of her face as the other wrapped around her slim waist to pull her against him. She tasted so good that he was really reluctant to pull back at all, but he had to. He placed one kiss upon her forehead and smiled down at her before stepping back from her and turning to pick up his jacket and shirt. The shirt was pulled on quickly but his jacket remained in his hands, he was feeling to warm all over to want to slip it on just yet. He had waited until Laurel was really ready this time and he gestured toward the door with the hand that wasn’t hold his jacket. “Shall we?” At least walking her to the door was the least he could do and as he followed her he thought about offering to walk her where ever she needed to go, but he knew that she could very well take care of herself without his help. Tripp would grab the door and pull it open for her, allowing her to step out into the night before him. The door shut nicely behind him and he leaned against it as he looked at her. “I’ll see you.”[/i] that was it, plain and simple and he said it with a smile. He knew he would too, she if wanted to find him there were quite a few that knew where he was. Tripp wasn’t one to like to talk on the phone so he didn’t bother giving her his rarely used cell phone number, nor his address or anything else. He had a strong feeling he’d be seeing her again. The night air felt good and he was very much tempted to pull on his jacket, but instead he tugged a cigarette out of the pocket and placed it between his lips without lighting it. He needed one badly but he could wait until she left, he knew that she didn’t care much for the smell. He’d most likely smoke his cigarette there where he stood before bothering to make his way back to his motorcycle. The alcohol was no longer having any effect on him and he felt awake enough to drive back to the school campus. He’d need a long cold shower before heading to bed tonight, but it was oddly well worth it. [/blockquote] Words: 978 Muse: Satisfied ;-) Notes: They are special <3
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