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Post by marek elliot bishop on Feb 3, 2012 0:56:39 GMT -6
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] DEAD STAR SHINE LIGHT UP THE SKY I'M ALL OUT OF BREATH The Outfit: oh la la. The Words: 366 The Notes wassup. Even her reply could not settle the knot in his stomach. He could easily say the same for her though. Effy’s glistening stare always told far more than she probably hoped. He often wondered if the woman was aware that her eyes were so emotional. Bishop would not chance telling her this though since it gave him plenty of opportunities to get a glimpse of the things that she did not want him to see, things that Effy would not outright tell him. It made him think for a moment about whether or not his eyes betrayed him in such a way as well. Could Effy look into his plain green stare and see things that he did not want her to see? Or had Bishop managed to close off every door to his soul? Even if he should not have, Bishop hoped that it was the latter. The thought of being such an open book made him uncomfortable.
After his moment of alarm Bishop managed to calm his thoughts and ignore whether or not his eyes gave him away as Effy’s did. If he thought about it too much then it would surely only be a hindrance to him. So with a face of absolute calm Bishop leaned in toward her and lifted his cool hand to her shoulder and then the cranny between it and her neck. He brushed his fingers delicate fingers over the spot where he had once bitten her before. There they stayed and his eyes as well. But after a moment the eyes switched over to look at her face. Bishop looked at her with some curiosity, almost as though he were asking her for permission all over again but this time for a very different reason. This time he was requesting that he could put something into action. Words were far too complicated to deal with right now and with her neck in perfect sight he couldn’t help himself.
Bishop decided to go ahead and use his words as well as his eyes. “May I?” he asked her calmly, his hand still pressed lightly over the skin of her neck and shoulder. She felt delightfully warm beneath his touch. |
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Post by effy katherine blunt on Feb 3, 2012 1:10:19 GMT -6
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i54.tinypic.com/2vafwqd.jpg), border: solid #ffffff 5px; width: 400px; height: 500px;] effy could see him as marek. she could see all that was inside of him- but she could not see it all the time. situations such as now were a prime example of her sight, and the green depths of bishop's eyes sparked and flashed and swirled as he thought very hard about how to reply. where to go next. she couldn't help but smile, her lips curving upward as she bit her lower lip, shaggy bangs nearly shielding her mirrored eyes from the world, or just bishop. she breathed in when he leaned forward, careful and gentle fingers grazing the scar of his bite. he was staring at it, as if pondering it and thinking of the memory they both shared. she turned her head slightly, blinking at him when his gaze snapped up to her own. his eyes held curiousity, a question that he hardly seemed to want to form into words. she understood. she was even surprised when he spoke up, despite his hesitance. a soft smirk, a lopsided smile decorated her lips, her eyes melting slightly- their intensity fading into a velvety blue.
"you may." she murmured, the coolness of his fingers calming, like a fresh blanket of snow in the dawn of winter. little flakes falling down from the skies, lovely to watch and witness. effy did not speak after this- there was no need to. of course, she hardly wanted to. words could ruin the moment, just as they had created it. so she sat silently, her shoulders relaxed and her expression calm- her mind's whirring thoughts slowing until they were but a trickle, pointing something out every now and then. she could see his expression, feel his fingers, and understand his eyes. she now tilted her head slightly back, her gaze trained on his the entire time. the silence now was welcome and warm, comfortable for the unlikely pair in a messy run-down home.
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Post by marek elliot bishop on Feb 3, 2012 1:30:06 GMT -6
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] DEAD STAR SHINE LIGHT UP THE SKY I'M ALL OUT OF BREATH The Outfit: oh la la. The Words: 526 The Notes wassup. He understood before he even questioned her that she had no idea of his intentions. It was, of course, what he wanted from her though. When his fingers had touched the spot of scarred skin what other thing could possibly come to her mind but the memory of fangs burying themselves into her flesh? He could probably touch almost any part of her with an obvious vein protruding with the same look and get her to think the same thing. Bishop only grinned, knowing that it would be completely expected despite the subtle shift in their relationship with one another. Their new mutual understand was just that: new. But Bishop, even with the bothersome reminders of his constant fears, would be willing to make some new understandings between the two of them. They would not have forever, he knew, but he supposed that they could at least have the moment.
He watched her as she calmed and he could feel her body relax underneath his touch. She was always so surprisingly accepting of a bite and he could not quite understand whether that was because she was used to it or she just knew what had to be done. Maybe now, in this single moment, she was just glad that it was him. She had admitted her feelings and he had not rejected them so maybe it was just her way of feeling relief and further showing him that she really did trust him or at least feel comfortable around him. Whatever it was, Bishop decided not to dwell on his thoughts as they usually ended up getting his way. As soon as her neck had arched and her chin pointed away Bishop knew that it was his moment to seize the opportunity that she had just presented to him.
The mattress sounded lightly beneath his shifting weight as he leaned forward toward her. He ran his fingers away from her neck and down across her shoulder for balance. With one movement he had his nose pressed against the skin of her neck, his teeth bared but not even grazing her paled skin. In that moment he felt a temptation… one that she was expecting but he was not… to bite. Bishop did not though. He rested where he was a moment; taking in her scent with his eyes held shut the emotions inside of his chest swirled with a sudden anxiety that he could not ward off. At least, not without action.
Bishop’s fangs never even touched Effy’s skin and he hardly showed a true interest in the spot he had made her believe that he had wanted. Instead the vampire carefully moved his face upward until it was even with her own, though hers was still slightly tilted away. That was the place that he had honestly been concentrating on and he proved this by pressing his cool lips against the side of hers, closing around a bottom one slightly to pull at it. “I’m not very hungry,” he admitted quietly, his face still only a hair from her own.”I thought I may try something new and see if it was to your liking.” |
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Post by effy katherine blunt on Feb 3, 2012 9:27:29 GMT -6
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i54.tinypic.com/2vafwqd.jpg), border: solid #ffffff 5px; width: 400px; height: 500px;] the bed creaked when he moved forward, leaning into her as his head dropped to the skin between her neck and shoulder. she could still feel the scar, as she could with any of them, knowing it would be there always as a reminder of the choices she made and the chances she took. on the other side of her neck lay the bite that nearly killed her, nympha's dangerous temperment clashing with effy's own stubborn wish for destruction. and in the moment that her sight faded into darkness and her eyes fluttered shut, she found that she was not afraid. she had been so prepared to just ... cease. to become something that isn't, that wasn't anymore.
bishop's fingers had trailed down to her shoulder, holding there gently as a source of balance, she supposed. she didn't really care why he did it. the trickle of her thoughts fell away, and nothing but the winged beating in her chest let her know she had not drifted into a sleeping state, a trance that would have taken her away from whatever was about to happen. she was surprised, though, when bishop's face lifted and hovered before hers, only a hair away. his green eyes were burning, an emotion filling them that she could nto quite care to make out. cool lips fell upon hers. it was like ice and fire running together, clashing but not disagreeing. they melted together, and effy found herself leaning into the kiss, reciprocating, her eyes blinking slowly as he pulled away- his face still as close as it had been before. had he been breathing, alive, she would have felt his breath tickle her cheek, but this was yet again a reminder that they were of two different species, two worlds so far stretched from one another.
"i quite liked it." she breathed, the bangs having been brushed away from her face upon his arrival, shielded nothing that her eyes held. she felt her lips tilt in a lopsided sort of smile, and she let out a half-sigh, half-laugh. what she had said was true, and for one moment she let all her anxieties and worries dissipate. they wouldn't have forever. but they did have right now- and that was to be taken advantage of.
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Post by marek elliot bishop on Feb 5, 2012 15:43:58 GMT -6
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] DEAD STAR SHINE LIGHT UP THE SKY I'M ALL OUT OF BREATH The Outfit: oh la la. The Words: 590 The Notes wassup. Bishop did not expect his action to be let down or pushed away, but he kept in mind who it was that he had decided to lay a small kiss on. Maybe she could not exactly be called wild but Effy certainly had a mind of her own. If she did not want him to do it she would have stopped him in a heartbeat, he was sure. Effy did not stop him though. Instead the vampire felt her warm lips staying in place without any kind of argument with his chilled ones. The sensation of being alive flooded back through his memories when he felt the warmth of her skin so close and the soft breath coming from her when their lips had parted. If his heart could properly beat he was sure it would have skipped, feeling sickly and excited for the reminder that the young woman had brought back to him. Oh, to be alive and with breath and warm skin! Part of him truly missed such a sensation and felt bitter since he knew that there was never going to be any way to return to his former self. He was long dead and if the curse could somehow be lifted it would have left Bishop an old man and more than likely dead.
After a moment he gave her some of the space between them back, until he could remove his hand from her shoulder and balance himself. A grin curled up onto the vampire’s lips as she spoke. It was a knowing sort of grin, one that was more akin to a smirk. He watched as all of the weight that had seemed to have been surrounding the air suddenly lifted away from her and felt sure that the crooked grin that was on her lips was in fact genuine.
Was this going to end up being another bad decision? Was he going to look back on this and feel bitter and stupid for allowing his emotions rather than his brains bring him to a safe conclusion? Bishop really could not be sure and he did his best not to dwell on the questions looming in the back of his mind. All he wanted to do was numb the pessimist in him for a little while and simply enjoy himself (something he honestly did not go often enough). With Effy’s uncertainties clearing for the moment Bishop did feel a bit of relief in his own mind. But it was difficult to forget what you were and recall the memories of everyone you had once known dying while you never even showed a sign of aging. Don’t think about it… that was what he had to do. He had to block it out and forget it for now even if it was a ridiculous thing to do and something he may one day come to regret.
Despite the nag of negative thoughts there was also relief. It was relief in knowing that he had figured out what had been going on and heard it directly from her lips, face to face. It was true that it was more than a little strange admitting things to both her and himself about what was happening but the honesty of it was almost therapeutic.
“I’m going to assume that your earlier anger toward me has dissipated then,” he dared to muse, still wearing the smirk on his lips. “Or was it annoyance?” He looked thoughtfully, teasingly. “You’ve a fiery temper for such a little thing, you realize that?” |
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Post by effy katherine blunt on Feb 5, 2012 18:14:38 GMT -6
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i54.tinypic.com/2vafwqd.jpg), border: solid #ffffff 5px; width: 400px; height: 500px;] effy couldn't help but feel her chest swell. it felt good, fantastic even, but at the same time it was clenched and nagged by the thoughts of her humanity. she was nothing more than a mortal, and a frail one at that. she was sick and often tired, and as scrawny as humans could ever come. effy wondered what she would be like as an eternal creature, never seeing the sun but never growing sick again. she rarely saw the sun anyway, but perhaps that lead to her drive for thrills, her empty threats of death in the back of her mind. no human should live under those circumstances. perhaps it was a miracle that she did.
but perhaps not. she could see the advantage of turning into a vampire- at least now. it might have been the last rebellious thoughts she held in her heart, or it might have been the fear of growing sick again, more and more ill until she wasted away. either way- effy found that the horrible idea of fear had embedded itself into her mind, freezing her veins and racking her brain. it would be a poor decision, but she was not all that sure she would regret it. maybe for awhile, sure, but it was something that you grew used to ... maybe. she couldn't know. bishop of course would, but she was reluctant to bring up that topic. she would have to eventually.
she grinned when he spoke, quirking a brow and laughing under her breath. "it was exasperation, frustration. i couldn't figure you out." she replied, her grin fading into a simple smile, her blue eyes glimmering and gleaming, brighter than they had been moments before. when he mentioned her temper, she simply shook her head lightly, hair falling over the sides of her face. "you haven't been the first to say so." she kept the smile glued to her lips for a moment longer before her thoughts caught up to her. her smile dropped, her eyes looking wistful and somewhat regretful- not of the events in past but the words she was about to say. "bishop..." she trailed off, biting her lower lip and thinking over how to say what she wanted to. "what's it like to be a vampire?" she would start it off with that, though she was sure he would be able to read through her charade by the way her eyes swirled before him.
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Post by marek elliot bishop on Feb 7, 2012 13:21:40 GMT -6
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] DEAD STAR SHINE LIGHT UP THE SKY I'M ALL OUT OF BREATH The Outfit: oh la la. The Words: 548 The Notes wassup. He truly hoped that she was only asking him this question out of innocent curiosity. Bishop’s brows arched at her and he turned his green eyes away from her to look on toward the wall ever so thoughtfully. He took a few moments considering the question and how he should answer it. It surprised him that he wasn’t able to formulate something right away. In fact, he had to sit for several moments wondering what it was like to be a vampire. He had to take a moment to compare it to what he remembered about being a human. Finally, a grin came to his lips and he looked back over in the girl’s direction with a decided answer.
“It’s quite cold,” he told her honestly, despite the little thought put into the particular piece of information. But she couldn’t deny that. She had felt his skin and the skin of others that were like him, she knew that they felt something like stone. Bishop, however, was used to the feeling of being chilled and it did not bother him much anymore. He supposed the mechanisms needed to shiver no longer worked when you were technically dead. Your body did not care about the temperature (though he did find himself wary things that were too heated). This would probably not be enough for Effy though. She would probably roll her eyes at the information and stare at him until he decided to tell her something that was worth her time. Either that or she would just sigh and give up on it all together. Effy was really terribly at giving up on something though, even when that something was bound to get her into more trouble than she could handle. Bishop was certain of that much about the young woman. It would be a sad thing indeed to see the fire leave her and her feel her skin become cold as ice.
Bishop decided to further amuse her, but he made a point to look as though he were having a hard time coming up with something interest. “It’s cold and you feel dependent of the existence of others. You get used to people being afraid or overly interested and you start missing walking in the sun,” he answered her smoothly, honestly. The daylight was one of the few things that Bishop had truly started to miss as the decades had gone by. Most of his life he had been a night owl and taken his time in the sunshine for granted. Now he wouldn’t mind feeling the warmth of it on his skin once again. It was really a shame that he would never be able to walk under it again unless he wanted to burst into flames or whatever it was that happened. But he supposed dead skin did not really need to tan.
The vampire leaned toward her again, his eyes watching her closely. “Being a vampire is not something to aspire to be when you have the luck of being born human,” he assured her. Even when he was a human he would not have picked this lonely fat over death or even remaining a human. It had been against his will that he was here today. He wasn’t entirely grateful for it either. |
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