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Jun 28, 2021 9:53:46 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Jun 28, 2021 9:53:46 GMT -7
In a way it was almost a relief to Xantha that Emrys seemed completely stumped by both her breakdown and his reaction to it. She wouldn't have known what to do if he'd actually been supportive. She hadn't really had anybody around for that in years, as she refused to burden her mother with her own problems when she was as sick as she was and her sister was far away. She and Mavis had plenty of problems that were far more practical in nature and she didn't really trust any other people to say even half as much as she'd just pretty much blurted out. It was insane and she felt hyper aware of just how much she'd been talking. Too much, clearly.
Yet Emrys reassured her that her father wasn't going to come back to her for whatever had happened outside. Part of her entertained the idea that he'd tagged the mans car with something obcene but well, not quite his style and showing off for that made no sense either. The idea was entertaining enough for her to keep it in mind for a while though, as it chased out the idea of pursuing the truth behind the matter. Whatever had happened, she felt it safer if she didn't actually know. She nodded to show she heard and accepted his words and found herself a lot more at ease, even though a part of her still couldn't help but worry he'd show up out of the blue.
She was relieved to go back to their usual interactions, although she smiled a half hearted devious smile as he suggested he'd be gentle with her. "I won't break. Just don't screw up your own handiwork. There is nothing here of value when it comes to blood stains so on that point you have nothing to worry about." She said, knowing it to be true. Considering what he lived like it made no sense for him to even consider her house as 'liveable' to begin with, but she appreciated that he hadn't mentioned it. She hadn't seen it in his eyes either, which had been the case with her father. Emrys had known she wasn't well off, but she was considering herself lucky to see it didn't change anything between them. She stood on tiptoes, wrapping her arm around him while the other hung limply by her side to avoid agitating the injury. Still she fully leaned into the kiss for as far as she could without concern about pain or ripping open her improvised stitches. Right now all she wanted was Emrys. To taste him and to forget herself in his embrace, the way they always did when together.
@emrys
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Jul 5, 2021 19:01:02 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Jul 5, 2021 19:01:02 GMT -7
It was baffling how little Xantha seemed to care about hoer own wellbeing. But that thought wasn't going to stop Emrys. She leaned into him and he pulled her closer. They shared a passionate kiss. It was clear that their usual activity was exactly what he wanted too. He lifted the girl onto him. once their first kiss had finished, Emrys swiftly, hungrily forced another kiss. Breathing her in. He knew he couldn't bite her, not like this. But that didn't mean that he couldn't have his fun. He would need to be careful not to rip out the stitches that he had just helped with.
After some time, Emrys lay with Xantha in his arms. He was breathing heavily. Wondering what time it was, he pulled his phone to him, turning it on. He ignored the numerous texts and missed calls. He gave a sigh as he strolled through his notifications. Gritting his teeth at quite an upsetting new push. He gave an exasperated groan. With that, he turned to the knowingly upset, and many, messages from his aunt. He scrolled through the messages, cursing under his breath. He moved, sitting up. "Seems like I have to go." Dressing quickly he smiled at Xantha. "Likely I'll be having to lay low for a while, that is, if my aunt doesn't kill me." He took one more glance at the woman he had shared his evening with. "Nothing to do with the officer, I assure you." It was much too soon for that.
@xantha OOC: to see the text conversation mentioned, please select here
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Jul 6, 2021 5:07:37 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Jul 6, 2021 5:07:37 GMT -7
Xantha had always prided herself on being the type that didn't need anybody to survive. She'd always held her head high and refused to ask for help. When her mother got sick and her father took in her little sister but left her behind she'd told herself she'd never trust or depend on anybody ever again. Her mother couldn't care for her and her father couldn't. Her sister was too young and there was nobody else that was close enough to her for her to dare trying. Her faith and confidence had been shattered and she'd worked long and hard to rebuild them behind walls so strong she had been confident nobody would break through them. Nobody would hurt her again.
Still she was terrified and within the embrace of Emrys she forgot her fears for a while. As she lay in his arms it was like he had built a sentinel tower on top of the wall to shoot anybody that dared approach. He didn't try to gain passage, not did he ask her to tear down her walls. She was safe, because he wasn't there to attack the defences she'd built for herself. He merely planned to keep her safe, for now. By the break of dawn she knew he'd be gone and that was okay, or so she told herself. When he shifted after their usual entertainments and grabbed his phone she didn't mind. It was a normal thing. Yet his cursing followed by his sitting up brought the fear back to her mind. She nodded mutely at his words and looked at the door of her apartment for a brief moment. "Just... let me know if I can do anything to pay you back for your help." She said, her voice sounding much weaker than she liked. She was terrified of being alone, but she knew she'd already asked too much of him. She couldn't ask him to stay. "My roommate will probably be home soon anyway." She remarked, although she wasn't even sure if Mavis would be coming home for the night. It was possible she was going to be out all night. She'd just have to lock the door and pray that the man wouldn't try to come back to finish what he started. At least Emrys was sure her dad wouldn't return, which was as good as it was going to get in this scenario. She sat up for a moment. "Thank you.... for coming when I called. It means a lot." She promised him. Now she'd have to deal with it on her own.
@emrys
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Jul 24, 2021 17:47:23 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Jul 24, 2021 17:47:23 GMT -7
Emrys had been called many things, musician, singer, vampire, wizard, smart, childish, frivolous, spontaneous. But no mater what people saw of him, he was a good friend. If one of his friends needed him, he'd try to help. The biggest stipulations, was that they needed to ask. He was one of action, he'd help in what way he could. Though often times he did anticipate some form of enjoyment while they were together. He also respected their wishes and boundaries, as long as they respected his. He never pretended to be more committed than a short time. Those whom he regularly spent time with understood that. Those who pushed for more, were left in his wake.
Cuddling was something that Xantha usually didn't like, but Emrys didn't mind. He was there to help keep her safe, and feel better. But that all changed when he checked his messages on his phone. It had become dire. He knew he had to leave and call his aunt right away. He acted quickly, dressing himself once again. She offered to pay him back, that was just the way the she was. Normally he wouldn't have bothered, but he knew that she would probably insist. "Just worry about getting better. We can figure that out later. If my manager doesn't murder me for whatever she's pissed about now." He was sure it had something to do with the news release that he had been notified about as well. Her voice was softer than normal, less confident, but Emrys knew that he couldn't stay. Though she did say her roommate would be back soon, he hopped that was true. Though the vampire was confident the man wouldn't be coming back here, he had no way of assuring her of that without breaking the statute of secrecy in some way.
Before leaving, she sat up and thanked him again. He gave her a wide fanged smile, "I'm glad you called. Text me updates. I may need to lay low for a while here, but we can still chat if you need."
@xantha
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Sept 1, 2021 3:47:43 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Sept 1, 2021 3:47:43 GMT -7
Xantha felt tired, emptry even. With all the events of the evening she felt ill at ease and for the first time in a long time she was actually concerned about being alone. She knew she could never ask Emrys to stay, but a part of her still wished he would. She hated that part of herself, as she knew there was only one way that story would end and it wouldn't be pretty, least of all for her. She had offered to pay him back in what ways she could and he told her to first worry about getting better before she worried about getting even. She smiled ever so slightly, knowing he respected her too much to make a point of not letting her pay back the service he'd done her. She nodded slightly, biting her lip to ensure she kept her composure. "If she's all that angry you can always send her to fisnish what the other guy started." Xantha joked weakly, although that would be a total waste of all his efforts. Not to mention it would likely cause more problems for Emrys than solve them now that her father was back.
He offered conversation and told her to text him updates. She nodded briefly, since she was fine with doing so. If he opted to ignore them that was all on him. If he hadn't asked she probably wouldn't really have texted much, except for a message several days with a short thanks. She'd thanked him and offered him a service in return. Updates signified more of a relationship than she presumed them to have, although she had a feeling that maybe Emrys saw her as a friend after all. She certainly had no choice but to conclude that he was a close friend of hers after all this mess. It was likely enough that would resolve itself in due time, but for now that was a headache she didn't want to get. "I'll text some updates. Thanks again for helping out. Now go solve your problems so I can lock the door behind you before I pass out again." She joked a little weakly, although mostly because she didn't want to prolong the time he took to leave. She hated goodbyes that were filled with any sort of drama because it always made her worry they weren't coming back. She was well aware she needed therapy, but she sure as hell wasn't going to pay somebody to talk to them about why she was such a problem for society. The idea of talking about her feelings was nothing short of disgusting.
@emrys Fin?
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