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Post by blake on Jul 17, 2008 9:48:31 GMT -5
Blake lead Aubrey up to his apartment, which was over his magic shop. He had closed early that night, and so all the lights were off downstairs. As they accented the stairway, they came to a small landing with a door. Blake opened it and let Aubrey in. "Ladies first." Blake followed right behind her and shut the door behind him. He kept the lights dimmed because of his nocturnal guest.
They were in the living room area, where there was a couch and a T.V. There was also a coffee table with heaps of books on it, neatly by order of size; largest on the bottom, smallest on top. Blake liked things to be clean and organized.
There were was a closed door in the far left corner of the room leading to the bedroom. A doorway on the right and he could visibly see the kitchen, and a slightly opened door on the near right lead to the bathroom.
"Can I get you anything to drink?" then, realizing what he was saying, Blake corrected himself. "Besides blood."
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Post by aubrey on Jul 17, 2008 10:03:05 GMT -5
Aubrey laughed at his correction. "No thank you Blake." Aubrey had already fed on this night. She had done it early on purpose. She knew she was coming to seek out her little gypsy and she wanted to be sure that she could maintain her control.
She sat cross-legged in front of his coffee table, reading the names of the books that was organized on top. She traced them and smiled. She glanced up at Blake. "I do believe that i was promised a reading."
She sat up straighter and coyly grinned at him. "How much for a Tarot Card and palm reading?"
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Post by blake on Jul 17, 2008 10:33:55 GMT -5
"For you? Free of charge." Blake removed the stack of books from the table and knelt behind it, motioning toward the couch for Aubrey to sit on.
He then whipped out the deck that he had carried upstairs with them, and handed them to Aubrey. "Shuffle the cards and ask a question, and I'll lay them out and see what the cards have to say." For the first time, he was a little nervous to read the cards.
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Post by aubrey on Jul 17, 2008 10:50:24 GMT -5
She moved to the couch, smoothing her hands over her skirt as she made herself comfortable. She took the cards and began shuffling them. Jean-Claude had told her once that he had taken in a band of gypsies. They were all fortune tellers, palm readers, and dream interpretors. He said they were intoxicating and hard to resist. Aubrey mentally blushed. She understood the appeal. She had been swinging by his shop regularly since the night they had met. Tonight he finally closed it down early and humored her.
Aubrey glanced up at Blake through the fair that was constantly falling into her eyes. She brushed it away as she slid the deck in front of him. She smiled shyly. She didn't know what to ask. She had never even thought about anything like this until him.
She tingled with excitement. She had left the meeting house in an amused manor. She had gotten to Sevanni and she had managed to piss Xavier off without any bumps, bruises, or scrapes. It was hard keeping her thoughts away from Blake when she was away from him, but she had managed to keep him out of her mind. If Xavier had sensed him..well, it would not have been good.
She chewed on her bottom lip as she watched him. A slow smile spread over her face. "What is the next major factor going to be in my existence?" She scooted to the edge of the couch, eager to watch him read her cards.
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Post by blake on Jul 17, 2008 11:17:43 GMT -5
Blake smiled shyly as well. Aubrey's sudden tentativeness unlocked a whole new perspective into her life. At the night at the well, she was outgoing and unafraid to take the initiative. But now she was in his territory. This was getting to be interesting. Blake took the cards back and set them up in the correct layout again, and counted out the cards into the right places. Past: Death
the Death card is to signal transformation, passage, change. Scorpio, the sign of this card, has three forms: scorpion, serpent, eagle. The Death card indicates this transition from lower to higher to highest. This is a card of humility, and it may indicate the Querent as being brought low, but only so that they can then go higher than they ever have before. Wang notes that Death "humbles" all, but it also "exults." Always keep in mind that on this card of darkness, there is a sunrise as well. This probably has to do with you turning into a vampire.
Present: The Lovers
Originally, this card was called just LOVE. And that's actually more apt than "Lovers." Love follows in this sequence of growth and maturity. And, coming after the Emperor, who is about control, it is a radical change in perspective. LOVE is a force that makes you choose and decide for reasons you often can't understand; it makes you surrender control to a higher power. And that is what this card is all about. Finding something or someone who is so much a part of yourself, so perfectly attuned to you and you to them, that you cannot, dare not resist. In interpretation, the card indicates that the querent has come across, or will come across a person, career, challenge or thing that they will fall in love with. They will know instinctively that they must have this, even if it means diverging from their chosen path. No matter the difficulties, without it they will never be complete.
Future: The World
the World card, very aptly, represents a successful conclusion, all aspects accounted for and taken in. Simply put, this card tells the Querent that the end to a long-term project is in sight, and that it will be accompanied by well-earned praise, celebration and success. With Saturn as its ruling planet, this card can also indicate that the Querent, now an expert in their subject, is likely to become a teacher or sought-after lecturer. And, finally, on a more mundane level, the World card indicates travel, not short business trips, but long, fantastic trips. Maybe a trip around the world. This is a wonderful card of wholeness, perfection, satisfaction and happiness. Blake gave the description of each card. The meanings weren't written on the cards, he had memorized each of them by heart. He looked up at Aubrey, waiting to see her reaction. They were very good cards, possibly one of the best readings he's ever seen someone get. "You wish to have your palm read, milady?" |
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Post by aubrey on Jul 17, 2008 11:49:44 GMT -5
Aubrey stared in awe at the talented boy in front of her. An odd feeling of relief missed with excitement hammered through out her body. There was something else present as well, but she couldn't quiet tag it. She sat, keeping her yes locked into Blake's. If her heart could beat, it would have surely been breaking through her chest.
She slid her palm slowly toward Blake. The surface of the table felt cool against the opposite side of her hand. "Yes." It was a breathy almost inaudible whisper. Her wide eyes watched him with wonder. She was eager for her reading. It pooled through her body.
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Post by blake on Jul 17, 2008 12:11:57 GMT -5
Blake took her hand gently and had to wrench his eyes away from hers. He knew her body was extra hardy, being a vampire, but her hand seemed like delicate porcelain in his.
He examined her hand intently, trying to keep his thoughts on the work he had in his hands instead of thinking about the person attached. It was rather harder than he thought it would be.
"Well, to start, you have Water hands. Water hands are seeable by the short, sometimes oval-shaped palm, with long, flexible, conical fingers. Now you see the length of the palm from wrist to the bottom of the fingers is less than the width across the widest part of the palm, and almost equal to the length of the fingers.
Your head line is strong and well rounded. This can mean that you are more of a creative thinker instead of an analytical thinker. Your focus goes to many places at once, but you have an over-all purpose here on this earth that you may or may not be conscious of.
Your life line.... hm... well, it looks like you have many major turns in your life... and over-all you are fine physically... but you are confused emotionally.
Your heart line is.... barely there. One reason is because you have a rocky emotional life. Another could be, perhaps, because you are questioning your faith in certain people, and need to find it with others."
Blake took Aubrey's other hand in his and held them against his, palms touching each other from across the table. He leaned in toward her slightly.
"If I profane with my unworthiest hand
This holy shrine, the gentle fine is this:
My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand
To smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss."
Blake quoted Romeo from Romeo and Juliet.
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Post by aubrey on Jul 17, 2008 12:34:16 GMT -5
She couldn't believe that he could read all of that from her palm. She relished in his tracing it slowly. She was almost reluctant to have him stop, but then he took both of her hands to is own and leaned in close to her. She smiled at his recitation of Shakespeare.
Aubrey leaned forward as well. She wasn't touching him yet. But their lips were close to brushing together and their breath mingled. He smelled like ginger and other spices. And honey. She closed her eyes.
"Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much,
Which mannerly devotion shows in this:
For saints have hands that pilgrims' kiss"
She opened her eyes and smiled at him.
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Post by blake on Jul 17, 2008 12:57:53 GMT -5
Aubrey smelled fresh like the morning dew, and crisp like winter's first snow. Blake was entranced by her, yearned for her, couldn't keep away from her.
"O, then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do;
And move not, while my prayer's effect I take.
Thus from my lips, by yours, my sin is purged."
He kissed her gently at first. I new sensation brought waves upon him as if he was tumbling through the sea and he could only barely keep his head above water. Her lips tasted of Gerber daisies' new blossom and irresistible honey nectar.
Blake's hands slid from hers and cupped her jaw. Then his left hand slid into her hair and stroked its soft texture that was equal to a feather's down.
"Give me my sin again."
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Post by aubrey on Jul 17, 2008 13:48:04 GMT -5
Aubrey leaned back into Blake pressing her lips against his. She couldn't help herself. He was just too intriguing. Her hands mirrored his as she cupped his face.
She breathed out lightly as he pulled away. Smiling as his line wafted through her mind. She pulled him back to her and kissed him harder.
Aubrey pulled back and pushed everything off of the small table. It all pattered through the air and landed onto the floor in an obscure fashion. Blake would have to excuse the slight mess for the moment.
Aubrey gracefully eased her way onto the smooth surface. propped up on her knees she pulled him up against her and paused to feel the fluttering of his heart. She brushed her lips over his. "The sin I would give would be unforgivable."
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Post by blake on Jul 17, 2008 13:56:00 GMT -5
Aubrey kissed Blake again, with more passion. She mounted the coffee table, causing all that was residing on its surface to tumble. But Blake didn't care. He only wished to be with her, to be like this with her. He was lost in the moment. But she told him that her sin would be unforgivable.
Blake looked at her longingly. He had found something at last, something that he had never cherished with anyone else before. And he craved more. But she had it in her mind that she was sparing him by leaving him be a human. She was wrong.
"The sin of leaving me unchanged after what we have shared would be shooting the finest racehorse before it has stepped onto the track." Blake pleaded with her. "I will not fail you."
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Post by aubrey on Jul 17, 2008 14:17:44 GMT -5
"Blake." She whispered his name, still holding him closely feeling his heart against her chest. Her lips still slightly grazed against his. "If you only knew what you were asking me to do." Aubrey closed her eyes. She wanted this to be simple. She wanted her entire life to be simple, but it wasn't.
She missed when she was younger and everyone would tell her what to do and what to say. Where to go, what to wear. She sighed and held the human close to her allowing his warmth to seep through her.
Now she had no answers. Now, someone was coming to her and wanting something that she wasn't sure she could give. She wanted to turn him, she wanted to turn him so badly it was making her hurt. But his heart, his heart beating against her made her pause.
"I don't think I can do this Blake. I don't think that I can take your life from you."
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Post by blake on Jul 17, 2008 14:36:33 GMT -5
Blake's heart began to sink, the sensation of being lost in the moment turning to being lost as to what to do. He held her against his body, willing his emotions to get through to her. But he knew it couldn't be so... not while he was still human. "Aubrey..." He whispered her name to her coaxingly. "You're not taking my life... but giving me another. Just because the heart stops beating and the blood stops pumping... I will still be Blake. I will still have the same soul. I will still have the same feelings.
I promise."
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Post by aubrey on Jul 17, 2008 15:04:58 GMT -5
She took his face into her hands. her eyes searched his own. His desperation pouring into her. She pressed her forehead against his. "You wont have a soul love."
Aubrey pressed her mouth into Blake's. She held him close to her. She sighed softly against him as she trailed kissed over his face. "This is going to hurt love." She kissed his jaw. "It will take three days to fully be over."
"I will take from you." Aubrey slid her fangs into his neck and gently pulled from his blood. It flooded her senses and intoxicated her. She moaned softly against his skin. She pulled away, her eyes pooling black. "And you take from me."
She held out her wrist and ran her nails against it. Blood began to seep out of the wound and she held it up to Blake. She kissed him softly. "and then we can be one."
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Post by blake on Jul 17, 2008 15:37:55 GMT -5
Blake felt Aubrey take the blood from his neck. It hurt, but not as much as he thought it would.
Three days. It would only take three days? Blake thought it would have been much more complicated than that. Three days...
Blake kissed her again, and she slit her wrist. Blood pooled to the surface of her skin. He held her hand to his mouth, and kissed her fingers. Then the palm of her hand. And finally her wrist, where the blood was starting to run. He drank from her wound, the thick liquid coursing down his throat.
And that's when the pain began.
But he didn't mind.
This was HIS definition...
of freedom.
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