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Post by *Phoenix McKenzie on Aug 1, 2008 17:11:45 GMT -5
Phoenix shook her head, inhaling his scent. For once, the smell of a vampire didn't repulse her. "Never dead, not you. I may have said so a bunch of times, but I never meant it." She saiid, looking up at him, resting her chin on his chest. She wanted to believe what he said, to believe that she wouldn't have to be alone anymore .She wanted what he said to be true. "So, where do we go from here?" She asked, talking about their relationship with one another. Phoenix highly doubted they could go back to fighting everytime they saw one another.
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Post by taboudreaux on Aug 1, 2008 17:17:14 GMT -5
Tarus was quiet a moment thinking - all the complications of a relationship finally hitting him. There was her pack, her sister, his sister for that matter, although he didn't think that would be TOO much of an issue - only if she showed up again in his life, which was unlikely, and all the rivalry that existed in society. His "normal" life would be over....he looked at her. It was worth it. He cupped her face in his hands, holding her out a bit so he could see her better. "You are my life. I will never leave you." he said seriously, "I have only ever wanted you. But it is your choice my love. Will you stay with me? I want you, do you want me?" he paused, then touched her nose teasingly, "Shall you call me your boyfriend, then?"
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Post by *Phoenix McKenzie on Aug 1, 2008 17:43:29 GMT -5
Phoenix watched his facial expressions as he talked, watching for even a hint that he was trying to decieve her. There was none, there was only complete honesty. Everything would change, she knew that, but then, things would be changing for the better. She smiled, nodding up at him. "Of course, Tarus, I shall now call you my boyfriend, and me your girlfriend."
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Post by taboudreaux on Aug 1, 2008 18:25:24 GMT -5
Tarus felt the happiest he had felt since.....well since forever. Since before his family was ripped apart by an unknown face. He looked at her lovingly. "And so shall it be, then." he said. Releasing hold of her, he took her hand and entertwined their fingers. "Come, walk with me." he said as he gently tugged on her hand to get her to fall in step with him. "We have spent so much time fighting, maybe we should spend some more time, jsut talking. We know alot about each other...but I want to know EVERYTHING about you." It was true, he couldn't get enough of her. She was his drug, and he was her addict.
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Post by *Phoenix McKenzie on Aug 1, 2008 18:38:50 GMT -5
She smiled slightly as he took her hand and tugged at her until she followed him, walking right along side him. She looked around again, though this time she wasn't looking for pack memebers, she was just enjoying the scenery. "What do you want to know? You pretty much know of my history. My mom was a writer, my dad a tattoo artist. I only have one tattoo, and that was the one he gave me on my 16th birthday. You know a bunch about me, but I don't know that much about you. So let's do this. I'll ask a question, and you answer, and then ask me a question. Then vice versa."
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Post by taboudreaux on Aug 1, 2008 18:47:19 GMT -5
He smiled, he liked games..this sounded fun. "Alright my dear, ladies first." He made a mock bow to her, and gestured that she should continue. His eyes sparkiling with love, and joy. He loved teasing her....
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Post by *Phoenix McKenzie on Aug 1, 2008 18:52:58 GMT -5
Phoenix smiled, rolling her eyes slightly in mock exasperation. "If you insist. What were your parents like?" She asked, reaching up to move her hair behind her ear. Knew knew a lot about her parents and her sister, now she wanted to know about his family. She wanted to know everything about him, just as he did her. He intergued her, could make her smile even when she wanted to be angry at him, back when they fought all the time. Even when he was deliberately trying to provoke her, she wanted to smile at him. That was something competely strange to her.
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Post by taboudreaux on Aug 1, 2008 18:58:31 GMT -5
Tarus laughed, what were his parent like...complete crazy. "They were polar opposites, they never could agree on anything, but man did they love each other. Dad was French, Mom was Spanish...can you imagine, the cultural differences alone would have been enough stress on any mortal family. Mom stayed home to take care of all of us kids, there were 4 of us, so she had her hands full. We were a mischievous bunch, if you can imagine that. Dad was a businessman, always travelling....." he trailed off. Truth was, he didn't remember many details about his childhood, "I was only 14 when they were murdered - all of them, except Emiste and I." he didn't want to think about it, didn't want to think about his sister.
He looked over at her, "Ok, now your turn. You have a sister...what is she like? You guys get along?"
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Post by *Phoenix McKenzie on Aug 1, 2008 19:16:23 GMT -5
Phoenix dropped the subject about his family, she could tell it was too painful a topic for him, as it often was for her. She laughed at his question, nodding. "Yeah, we get along. She keeps wanting to fight vampires, wanting to join the pack so she can go to war with me. I forbid it. Our dad trained us to fight, and I've made her keep up her skills in fighting, incase she ever gets in a bind and I"m not around, but I won't have her anywhere around when the battle goes down. She's enthusiastic, and has one hell of a temper, but she doesn't have a mean bone in her body. The only real people who she truely hates are the three vampires who killed our parents...And she wouldn't know who they were, even if they were right infront of her, since she didn't see them. She's afraid of me fighting in this way, she's afraid she'll loose me. I'm afraid she's going to end up being one of those crazy spencter ladies who lives alone with about 20 cats...And then she'll end up shifting into her natural form, and eat all the cats, so she won't even have those for company. She's very picky about her men, no one is ever her type, even though she's had more than a dozen offers within the last couple of weeks. She turns everyone down. She's very good natured, and loves just about everyone...I've tried to not let my bitterness rub off on her, but I'm not so sure how well that's working out here lately." She said, trailing off.
"Your turn, Mr. Boudreaux: what is the one thing that will irritate you more than anything else? You know how to push all my buttons, now I want to know a few of yours." She said, grinning.
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Post by taboudreaux on Aug 1, 2008 21:07:59 GMT -5
Tarus listened to her talk easily about her sister - the two were obviously close. He smiled at that, remembering the days when he and his twin had been inseparable. He loved listening to her voice - it was music to his ears. Then she was asking him a question...
"Well, Ms. McKenzie, I'd think the biggest thing would be obvious to you." he drilled her with his eyes, "If anyone wants to really push my buttons, they'd do something to threaten or hurt you." he paused, then chuckled, "Other than that, I like to think I'm a pretty level headed guy. But mess with people I love, " his eyes narrowed, "It makes my blood boil....abstractly speaking of course." They both knew his blood couldn't really boil. He didn't even have a pulse.
"My turn....hm...ok and easy one....what is your favorite thing in the entire world...it can be a place or thing, or sight/smell...whatever..."
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Post by *Phoenix McKenzie on Aug 3, 2008 23:52:21 GMT -5
Phoenix smiled slighlty at his sudden protective streak, and she rolled her eyes exageratedly. "You're hopeless. Now I have you and my sister worrying that someone's going to do me in. When will you all realize that I'm a big girl, and can take care of myself?" Despite the fact that she tried to sound irritated, she couldn't stop smiling, her demple once again reappearing for just a fleeting second. She kind of liked the fact that someone worried about her, other than her sister. She'd never had that before, not even her parents, really.
She smiled slightly at his question. "The rain. I love everything about it. The way it smells, the sound that it makes when your sitting in the middle of the woods, the only sound around you is the rain hitting the leaves. I especially love the rain in the dark. After it rains, and the clouds part and let the moon shine through, the moon turns everything silver, and the water on the leaves makes everything glow."
"Same question, Tarus, what's your favorite thing?"
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Post by taboudreaux on Aug 4, 2008 1:31:27 GMT -5
"Hm...my favorite thing...this is going to sound really odd to you, but the sun." he held up a hand as if to silence her unspoken objection, "I know what you are thinking, that it is ridiculous since I am a vampire and the sun will kill me. But that is just it....I MISS the sunlight. I remember spending all day outside in the sun as a child..... I have memories of what it feels like to have the sun warm your skin, I always loved that. I think the fact that I CAN'T go out in the sun, makes it all the more my favorite thing." he shrugged, "Kind of a 'you never know what you've got until its gone' thing."
"Alright, next question for you missy." He looked at her again. God she was gorgeous...."What would be the perfect day....I mean, like what would happen to you on the most perfect day of your life?"
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Post by *Phoenix McKenzie on Aug 4, 2008 1:41:42 GMT -5
Phoenix understood what he was talking about on some level. She hardly ever went out in the daytime, because she was always staying up all night, sleeping all day. But she still COULD go out in the sun if she wanted to. How would she feel if she could no longer go out in the sun? It made her want to stay up and watch the sun rise, and truely appreciate it.
She thought about the question for a long moment, looking out at the park, now completely empty of people. She sighed, tightening her fingers in his. "The perfect day would be, for me to wake up, and realize that the last six years has been a terrible nightmare. That my parents were still alive and happy...That I wasn't so bitter anymore, and I would have been able to not run away from my feelings towards you. I would have been able to accept them, like any normal person, and act on them."
"What is the one thing that you wish for more than anything else in the world?"
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Post by taboudreaux on Aug 4, 2008 2:15:03 GMT -5
Tarus took a deep breath. He knew the answer to this question, and he wasn't sure how she would take it. He loved her, he wanted her with him, always, nothing could ever change that. But more than that he wanted something else. And he hated admitting that to her....
He stopped walking, and turned to face her head on, putting both hands lightly on either side of her face. "I wish I was mortal. Before now that has been my one true desire....having you in my life complicates that desire a bit because now I would wish to be mortal OR a werewolf so that we could live our lives together without all of our past....struggles...and without all of the current...complications...." he searched for the words to make her understand.
It really all came down to Emiste. Everything - his entire existence. Because without her influence, he could have still been mortal to this day - and without her bitterness he might have found happiness in his new life. He found himself wishing often that she wasn't his sister...that she didn't even exist. And yet, even without her presence, he felt her hold on his life - her unchangeable, permanent mark on his life that was his immortality - and he hated her for it. And he hated himself for hating her.
"Mortality." he said again, his voice ringing with regret and sadness, and then again, without meaning to - he was kissing her. Pulling her to him. Slowly devouring her. Trying to make her understand just how much he was willing give up for her - if in fact there was such a way to give up one's ability to live forever...
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Post by *Phoenix McKenzie on Aug 4, 2008 22:47:47 GMT -5
She stared at him the entire time that he was telling her the answer to his question, feeling really crappy about herself. She had given him so much grief over the last two years, and all because she couldn't understand her own emotions. She felt really bad at that moment. He was willing to give up so much for her, when she hadn't been able to even get her emotions in order.
She gasped in shock when he suddenly pulled her to him and began kissing her, but she relaxed immediately, smiling against his lips as she kissed him back, placing the hand that wasn't in his against his chest gently. She understood what he was feeling, but at this moment she didn't really care. She was tired of not living for herself, but for everyone else.
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