Sean took a final look at himself before pulling on his shirt. He was worried again. The cuts along his ribs and side had that black ooze dripping out of him. As if instead of blood he had dark energy pumping through his veins. Dark energy hurt like a bitch. He ignored it for the moment. Pulling his shirt down his hands came down and tugged at the edges, making sure it fit just right. It was a black shirt. If he bled anymore of that shit at least it would blend in.
Sean reached up and brushed his hair back. It was still dripping wet. It flopped lazily to the side and sat half spiked, half soggy. It was an interesting look but he didn't care. His mind was else where. He agreed this was much easier out in the rain. Because out in the rain he wasn't thinking about the moments after he was just thinking about the here and now. Now he was second guessing everything. His mind was abuzz with thoughts of where this would lead, what this all meant.
He wasn't the type of guy who thought about those things. Mostly because he wasn't anywhere close to any kind of boyfriend material. He was the guy you brought home to make daddy mad. He was the guy your parents forbid you to see and for good reason. HIs emotional range was about as shallow as a puddle. That's because he spent to much of his time alone. In a club full of brothers and friends he was the one who suffered silently. No one understood what was going through his mind. He didn't want to whine about it and sound like a little bitch either.
Sean sighed. He lingered in the doorway to the adjoining bathroom. She was pale and streaks of blonde were bursting forth into her hair. A morbid thought crossed his mind. She was growing paler because talking to the dead was draining her life force. That was crazy though. Sean quickly shook off the idea and figured her hair turned a lighter shade because she had visited the traveling lands. When Sean first went to the shadow dimension he came back with silver hair. It stayed that way no matter how much he dyed it. Eventually he gave up and kept it that way. It didn't look half bad after all. It gave him a real George Clooney vibe.
Sean moved more into the room. His movements were perscise and deliberate. He didn't want her to know how hard his heart was hammering in his chest, but it was. He watched her with a cautious curios eye. She seened just as lost as he was. He didn't want something to happen here, just because he was a member and she was a prospect. He didn't want to order her to do anything. His ego wouldn't allow that for one, and for two... Come on man that is just weak shit.
He moved closer to her. In a bold move he stopped caring about what came next. He pushed himself back into the here and now. Sean's arm wrapped around her waiste and he pulled her closer. He towered over her, he was much taller. Looking down into her eyes his lips parted slightly. He didn't speak, he only pulled her into another kiss. His world was spiraling out of control. Things were happening that scared the hell out of him, but for some reason she calmed him. She was his anchor in the storm. She was the music to his ears in a world full of silence.
Last Edit: May 7, 2018 16:50:48 GMT by Silver Shadow
Lara felt a touch of weakness in her limbs and she wasn’t sure if it was a flooding of nerves because she was in uncharted territory that left her heart and her mind vulnerable or perhaps it was the constant whispers in her mind finally digging through her skull enough to beg the start of a migraine. Normally Lara preferred to stay away from painkillers as long as she could but she was almost sure she’d stumble onto something in the middle of the night, whether she was still inside Sean’s room or alone somewhere where the dead would pester her again.
Lara didn’t know all the fools too well, she knew most of their names and exceptional gifts but Sean was one of the few guarded that she couldn’t truly decipher. Hell, she wasn’t sure she wanted to before tonight or perhaps it was a subconscious thought that never really made it to the forefront of her mind. But now, now it was very prominently begging her attention and all she wanted was to delve into the mystery od the man who could give her a taste of the silence she craved.
Her chin lifted slightly to glance at him as she wiped a stray strand of hair behind the fold of her ear hoping to keep it’s rebellious streak at bay. For a second she hoped he’d stand there in the doorway in the somewhat comfortable silence littering the air around them partially because she wasn’t sure what to do when he was in reaching distance again.
Lara kept her gaze steady on him and watched his every move in fear that her heart would pound out of her chest with every enclosing second. she couldn’t figure out what her complex mind was begging for, distance or intimacy. The paranoid thoughts of defense in her mind begged her to keep him far from her in fear that her heart might shatter. But the passion fueling the thudding of her heart begged her to pull him to her and never let go.
Lara didn’t hesitate to hold onto his shoulders when he pulled her closer, his scent was intoxicating and every breath she took in his company left her begging for more. Her nails dug into his shoulders before grasping the gray strands of his hair and tugging in the pure bliss of the moment. She felt as if the distance between them could never be closed, as if she could never pull him just close enough.
And just like in the rain, the whispers of the dead died down to passion and all she heard was the thick passion of the moment before she felt the thudding of his heart against her chest. Lara loved the silence his touch brought her, she couldn’t get enough of it. She wanted to be close to him every second she could, unravel the mystery.
Lara pushed her slender palms against his shoulders and pushed the two of them towards the messy covers of the bed. She didn’t care about the paranoia and the doubts littering her mind, she just wanted to share this confusing moment with someone who could understand the troubles that haunted her. Every second she spent passionately locking her lips to his was a second of blissful silence where the dead left her be. Maybe because it was the closest she ever got to truly living. Lara pushed Sean back onto the bed with a sly smirk before straddling his waist, her hair fell over her shoulder but for once she didn’t mind the pale locks staring back at her. The only thing she cared about was feeling the touch of life in his kiss.
“You make them stop Sean. You make them stop”, her voice was quiet and grateful. She never knew the dead could be shut out and the only reason she discovered they could was delving into a passion she couldn’t describe or explain.
