Dacian
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Post by Dacian on Feb 14, 2009 4:45:54 GMT 1
“Thought so. White compliments you.” His thumb stroked her hand, his touch feather light. Who had said anything about buying flowers? He had no money to speak of, so flowers would be one of those five-finger-discount purchases. It was the thought that counted, after all.
The vampire winced, feeling an ominous build-up of something indescribably terrifying in the back of his mind. It darkened his thoughts, consumed all ability to function. Before it overtook, he gasped out his last coherent words for the next few hours. The rest would be strangled curses and unintelligible shrieks, yells and groaning. “Don’t leave me.” And then the pain was back and with reinforcements.
Not long after losing himself to this hard reality of pain and suffering, his hand slipped from Cassie’s. Much of the night was him writing on the floor, his back arched and limbs flailing for purchase on an invisible surface. After a few hours, he seemed incapable of even doing at than his cursing became muttered and only the occasional twitch or roll of his eyes signified he might still be conscious under it all.
As the sun lightened the sky but before it broke the horizon, Dacian woke briefly. With only the energy to move his eyes, he spotted Cassie laid down on the floor nearby. She’d dressed, and had gathered up some sheets and pillows to lie on. He realised she had even put a pillow under his head. He might have smiled, but he had no energy for that either. The sight of her sleeping was therapeutic, and he watched her. Dawn broke, and his eyes fluttered closed; finally he could sleep.
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Post by Cassie Vimes on Feb 14, 2009 11:38:28 GMT 1
Cassie wasn’t sure about white complimenting her, but Dacian, despite the pain making him delirious or perhaps because of it, was doing a pretty damn good job at it all by himself. She smiled fondly as his thumb stroked over her hand, taking comfort in the tender gesture. Even with the his hair sweat-slicked to his face, his skin even more deathly pale than usual and a liberal smearing of blood-tinged sweat all over him she still felt a thrill of attraction at the way her hand was clasped in his.
Cassie Vimes was falling for Dacian pretty hard. Shit. She watched him succumb to the pain and couldn’t help feeling like she’d failed him somehow. He’d asked her one thing, to distract him from the constant agony, and she hadn’t even managed to do that. For several minutes after his hand loosened it’s grip on hers she remained at his side, intending to follow the last coherent request he’d made and hoping that the fog of pain might subside enough to let him talk to her again.
Then, after a particularly ear-splitting yell escaped Dacian’s throat, Cassie realised she should probably at least cast some protective spells on the room. She didn’t want some freaked out guests to call in the ministry because it sounded like there was a particularly brutal murder going on in here. She got up, padding over to the bed where she’d left her wand and cast a silencing charm on the walls, magically locked the door so Jaz would not disturb them come morning and transfigured the glass of windows into wood to block out the unwelcome addition of sunlight to an already shitty situation for Dacian.
With nothing else to distract her from the cold a particularly violent shiver ran through her. Cassie headed into the bathroom to get dressed, Dacian may be out of it but she still had a little modesty. She was just trying to decide whether to magically dry her hair or leave it wet when a heartrending groan from Dacian reminded her there were more pressing matters. What did it matter if her hair went a bit frizzy?
Cassie gathered together as many pillows and blankets from her bed as she could carry, returning to Dacian’s side and slipping a pillow under his head before going about setting up a makeshift bed. She was in this for the long haul and as she curled up beside Dacian he hand reached out to find his again. It was a long time before she dropped off, her back protesting to lying on the cold, hard floor boards when there was a perfectly comfortable bed in the room and her mind racing with worry for the vampire beside her. [/font]
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Dacian
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Post by Dacian on Feb 14, 2009 15:33:56 GMT 1
Vampires did not dream. They gave ‘dead to the world’ a whole new meaning when they slept, and Dacian performed royally. He moved not an inch until sunset and anybody who might find him would assume the man was dead. He did however dream. Nightmares to be exact. Not content with physically torturing him, the bran on his arm niggled into his mind and dragged up every painful instance in his memory, starting from the present and working backward. It would have taken more than one night to relive them all, but they flew by in quick succession but that did not dull their effect. Everyone was just as terrifying as when they first happened.
The last dream was coming now. He lay somewhere dark and cool, his torso just floating in a sea of mud. His legs were trapped, numb now. He was in shock, and it was a miracle he was still alive. Was God punishing him? What had he done wrong? He was dying for his country and his fellow men, was that not Holy? No, this was blasphemous. God was doing this for a reason. It was a test. Whatever death would bring him was meant for him. The battlefield was eerily quiet, only the sound of squabbling scavengers could be heard and it was a wonder none had come to steal his eyes. Further proof God had a hand in this.
He saw the Grim Reaper then, using the bodies of both horse and man as macabre stepping stones over the saturated battlefield. Was this the end of the test? He came closer, and as he knelt, Dacian realised it was a woman. “Join me.” She said. He nodded. He was not afraid of this death; he would be joining the choirs of heaven with this angel. Closer she came, and they kissed. Pure ecstasy. To his neck she went, and the world faded around them. Darkness enveloped them, and it was the end.
Dacian woke with a start, gasping as he sat up. He’d failed that test. She had not been Gods messenger. She was no angel. He’d succumbed to a temptation he should not have, and he suffered now for it. Dilated eyes searched the gloomy room and for a moment he thought he was back in that dungeon where he first awoke to this damned new life. No, he reminded himself, this was the now, not the then. A heartbeat was singing to him in the distance, and he turned to face it, his left side screaming in protest.
Cassie was staring at him from the bed, her heart a little elevated from his sudden revival. She sounded so far away, as if someone had shoved cotton in his ears. Still, that heartbeat called to him, a beacon. The vampire struggled to his feet, answering the summons. Hangovers were another one of those mortal things he rarely experienced, but he was fairly sure this was what they would call a ‘killer’. With excruciating slowness, he started toward the bed. Thankfully, Cassie had gotten up and covered most of the distance for him. In dispute of his entire left side, he straightened. The girl was only an inch shorter, but as he was still in shoes, they would be on a perfect level without them. His pupils were wide, and he tilted his head a margin to the left.
This close he could feel the heat of her body, feel the thrum of her heartbeat on the air. Anything she would say or had said was drowned out by the steady ‘ba-dump’ of her pulse, and he was staring quite intently at her throat. The soul surviving part of his rational brain had prevented him from feeding straight away, and was waging an epic war against his instinct to do it now. Just a little taste? “Stay very still.” He whispered. His right hand lifted to rest around her shoulder, holding gently on the back of her neck. He leaned in to the right side of her throat, closing his eyes as his lips skimmed an inch from her skin. He stayed there, just inhaling the smell of her skin and hair. He could resist so long as she made no move to run. Then the hunter would take over and he wasn’t sure if he could stop if he started.
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Post by Cassie Vimes on Feb 14, 2009 21:08:33 GMT 1
When Cassie woke it was still dark and she couldn’t understand why her whole left side felt like it was still asleep without her. She sat up, slowly, hissing air through her teeth as her body protested the movement by sending excruciating pins and needles down the entire length for her left arm. Why was she fully dressed? Why was she sleeping on the floor? And, holy fuck! Why was there a corpse lying next to her?
Before she could really freak out her brain caught up, supplying her with memories of the night before. Meeting Dacian. Kissing him. Holding his hand as pain wracked his body over and over. Although he hadn’t told her who had caused the serious injury it didn’t take a genius to figure it out. For a moment Cassie felt a familiar flare of anger at Edward Johns. How could he have been so cruel? Had he known the damage it would cause? Then guilt took over, she’d driven Ed to this. She’d as good as pressed the crucifix into Dacian’s arm herself.
With the windows now transfigured into very unopaque wood Cassie spent the day in a kind of limbo. It was surprising how much she relied on the sun to get a sense of the time and without it she was stuck restlessly checking her watch every ten minutes. She had another shower, washing off the mud, blood and sweat that Dacian had transferred to her and then dressed again, settling on the bed with a book to pass the time as she waited for Dacian to wake up.
Cassie let out a yelp of surprise when Dacian did finally rise. The way he sat up with inhuman speed, bolting instantly awake, well… It was just unnatural. ”Dacian!” She gave a small genuine smile, scrambling from the bed as the vampire got to his feet. Should he really be standing so soon? His movements were sluggish and that in itself was enough to convince her to hurry to him, intent on scolding him into stillness.
Too late her brain warned her that something was wrong. By the time she noticed the hunger burning in his eyes, pupils blown as he stared intently at her throat there was nothing she could do. She was already too close to step back and retrieve her wand from the bed. Cassie went perfectly still, her heart hammering double speed against her ribcage, more a deer in the headlights reaction than following Dacian’s instruction. All she could think about was Ed. He’d been right, but what good was realising that now?
As his cool hand rested on the back of her neck she barely managed to hold it together. RUN! Her mind was screaming at her over and over, she wanted to push away from him, but where would she go if she made that first step? She was trapped. RUN! Cassie managed to tone it down to the slightest resistance against his hand as he leaned in to her throat. Her eyes fluttered closed, her breath hitching with ever increasing fear. She swallowed, expecting the slice of fangs through the flesh of her neck at any second. [/font]
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Dacian
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Post by Dacian on Feb 14, 2009 22:01:25 GMT 1
Faster and faster the song went, like a galloping herd of wild horses. It ran rings inside his head, thundering in his ears as if it were his own. Like Vivian had experienced many times when first confronted with the alluring mantra of a heartbeat, he was entranced. But unlike Vivian, Dacian had some vestigial control that stopped him. It was a fragile control, and even her slight resistance was taxing it.
He drew her closer, pressing her to his bare chest with his hand at her neck. His fingers clenched a little on the nape of her neck, the slightest tremble in them. The same tremble was evident in his lips, though she wouldn’t be able to see them. He longed to close that last inch between his mouth and her throat. It would be so easy. He could make it so she wouldn’t feel a thing.
His thumb began to stroke her skin in the lightest of circles. Her skin was to hot to his touch, and he could feel goose pimples rise as the hair on the back of her neck stood to attention. She smelt so strongly of fear now, and it was hard to tell if it was encouraging him or not. Just one taste?
Dacian could see the pulse leaping just under her jaw, and he couldn’t stop himself being drawn to it. His lips bushed her skin, and he let out a soft sigh. She was so close and warm, her body pulsing with the blood his body craved. She could be his. All of her. He could take her from Edward, her blood would be in his veins for eternity, and Edward would only have her husk to bury in the ground.
That sobered him enough to wedge that inch back between them. Her blood would revive him now, but then what? She would be gone, and he admitted he would miss her. Her kindness to him was unrivalled for centuries, even if part of it was fostered by the lies he had fed her. This was what he was, the predator, the sinner, the demon. She saw the civilised gentleman he projected to her. He felt her fear at now seeing what the lie covered, and it shamed him. Such deceit, so many lies, it was no wonder he was punished.
Moving carefully, he withdrew his head from her throat and rested his forehead on hers. He kept his eyes closed, apprehensive of the fear he would see in hers. He had fought the hunger once, he did not want to provoke it again. “I should have warned you.” He breathed, his hand falling from her neck to rest on her waist. “I’m sorry.”
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Post by Cassie Vimes on Feb 15, 2009 1:25:00 GMT 1
Fear clouded her mind, making it difficult to think. Regrets making her chest tighten almost painfully, like her ribs were trying to crush her frantically beating heart. She’d never patched things up with her father, she didn’t know her half-siblings, she would die with Edward thinking she didn’t love him. It wasn’t fair. How long had they been standing motionless? A minute, five minutes, an hour? She couldn’t tell, trapped on the brink of death time seemed to stretch and distort.
This time when he pulled her closer she didn’t resist, too afraid of the consequences; he hadn’t dealt the final blow yet. Was he resisting or just playing with his food? Cassie leaned into him, but every muscle in her body remained taught, quivering with the strain to match the tremble in his fingertips on her neck. The brush of his thumb, the feel of his lips on her skin, both were tender gestures, but the only succeeded in driving her fear to new heights, goose pimples prickling across her skin.
Cassie’s breath hitched as his lips left her throat, a flicker of hope driving back the paralysing terror that had settled over her. It was conscious effort that kept her still now. Dacian withdrew a little and she couldn’t help the way her shoulders sagged with relief. If she hadn’t been standing so close to him, hadn’t had the support of his hand at her waist, Cassie would probably have sat down on the floor rather abruptly.
What could she say to that? Cassie wasn’t even sure she could speak. ”Thank you,” She managed after a moments pause. Probably not what he’d expected to hear. ”Can I move yet?” Cassie didn’t want to push his clearly fragile control, but now that the terror that had gripped her was fading it was getting harder and harder to stay motionless. Strangely getting as far away from him as possible was not the first thing on her mind, she was clearly a fool. [/font]
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Dacian
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Post by Dacian on Feb 15, 2009 2:04:21 GMT 1
The girl was most definitely a fool, Dacian thought to himself. He’d already discerned as much, but this only confirmed it further. She should be running for her life, yet she thanked him. What for? Not eating her? Then again, he had asked her to stay still. Had she earned more respect than he was giving her or was just trusting in a hungry vampire’s word cause enough to doubt her survival instincts and common sense?
Dacian let out a tired sigh. “Thank you? Girl, you are positively insane.” Hoping he wasn’t risking a relapse, he placed a kiss on the corner of her mouth in gratitude. “Thank you. Just… move slowly.” Reluctantly he dropped his hand from her waist, though he didn’t step back. He opened his eyes but kept them diverted, partly so he wasn’t further tempted by just the sight of her and because his unnaturally wide pupils might provoke another startled response from her.
He rubbed his right hand over his face, still visibly shaking. In a familiar gesture, the vampire pushed his hair back but as it was in desperate need of a wash, it refused to cooperate and fell straight back over his face. “I have to go.” He sounded reluctant about that. “Am I…” He paused, seemingly a little discomfited, “Am I welcome on my return?” He steeled himself and looked up from under his disorderly hair, briefly gauging her expression.
The man was eager to make this up to her, if only to reinforce that staking him when he was vulnerable was appreciated. It was a feeling he wasn’t entirely pleased with, and he was tempted to abscond from seeing Cassie ever again. The girl was trouble. A+ grade trouble. She was tempting in all manner of ways, and it was tough for the vampire of such rigid self control when it came to women to be presented with such an enticement.
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Post by Cassie Vimes on Feb 15, 2009 13:01:01 GMT 1
”You didn’t break your word.” She explained, her heart was still thundering too fast in her chest and she couldn’t tell if it was the last remnants of fear or just because she was standing so close to him again. The quick peck to her lips made her breath hitch and she came close to kissing back, but her brush with death and the reminder of what had happened last time stopped her. Like she half expected Ed to pop up from behind the bed and look at her with those big green eyes filled with hurt again.
Permission for her to move prompted Cassie to step back, her movements slow and overly careful. She didn’t know what could set him off again and while she was willing to stick around she wasn’t all that keen on becoming vampire chow. Her legs felt rather like jelly and she backed away far enough to sit on the edge of the bed, a small relieved sigh escaping her lips. Every moment she spent with Dacian further removed him from the image of the harmless muggle she’d met five days ago.
Cassie’s eyes flicked to Dacian’s face, her expression one of slight surprise mingled with disappointment. He was leaving? What about his arm? She wanted to tell him there was no way she was letting him out of her sight, but the fact that he’d almost eaten her told her it was safer for both of them if he left. ”Of course you are.” She said softly, trying not to think about what Dacian would do while he was gone. He’d spared her, but did that fate still wait for some other girl in the village?
”Just don’t expected me to be awake when you return.” Cassie punctuated the sentence with a small yawn, like admitting it had brought a wave of tiredness crashing over her. She couldn’t wait to crawl into bed, get a full night’s sleep on a surface that was actually comfortable. ”And…” She paused, uncertain if it was the right thing to say. ”You be careful, okay?”
Once Dacian was gone Cassie, let out a long shaky breath. Everything with the vampire was intense, it was exhausting. She scooted up the bed, clambering beneath the covers and retrieving her book from the bedside table. It couldn’t hold her interest though, her eyes were starting to get itchy because she was so tired and she couldn’t keep her mind off the topic of Dacian. With a frustrated huff she set the book down and curled up instead. [/font]
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Post by Dacian on Feb 15, 2009 13:39:43 GMT 1
His word. He had promised not to hurt her, and not to lie to her. It was fascinating just how easy it was to slip into either habit. Causing pain and weaving a web of deceit were his two best skills, and Cassie was expecting him to go against them both. He could just bite her. He could lie and tell her it wouldn’t hurt. With careful administration, it might not, but there was more pain than the physical he could deal her.
The sense of relief he felt when she assented was worrisome. Coming back to Cassie might be dangerous for both of them, but the prospect of not returning was becoming increasingly unattractive. Before the hunger broke the fragile hold he had on it, he turned away and left quickly. Any human who crossed his path would be dry not long after, so he had to get out of this damned village before he saw anybody. The prospect of feeding on yet another animal made his lip curl and almost tempted him to find the next warm body to drain. Is this was Cassie meant when she asked him to be careful? Was she worried about him or what he might do to somebody else?
No, while he still had a thread of self control, he would not kill a human tonight. The local farm animals however were in grave danger, however, but the poor beasts could handle a loss or two. For some reason, people turning up dead were highly suspicious. Mourned were the good old days when murder was so commonplace. He missed the dumpsters of big cities too. They were perfect for the aspiring serial killer.
Leaving the village behind, Dacian was thankful he ran into no bodies to tempt him. He needed a lot of blood to start putting all this to rights. First stop: the late Bessy’s friends.
He felt his discomfort rising with each step that took him closer to Cassie Vime’s room. Being welcome somewhere was an alien feeling, and it was impossible to tell if he would actually get used to the feeling. Cassie was an enigma. She actually seemed to like him. She cared enough not to drive a pointed piece of wood into his chest when he was prone and helpless on her floor, and even after he had almost relented to drain her dry she had welcomed him back.
Dacian wasn’t sure what drew him back. No, he knew what drew him back, but he could just as easily have avoided making this more complicated by simply disappearing. He didn’t need Cassie’s generosity, he could find somewhere perfectly serviceable to sleep, but before he knew it he was staring again at that old wooden door marked with a golden number five.
It was the early hours of the morning now, and for that he was grateful. He still had no shirt and after bathing in a river to rid him self of the mud, sweat and blood from yesterday, he doubted the hosts at the Three Broomsticks would have let a damp half-naked and clearly injured man pass without an explanation. The vampire was not one to give explanations, yet he knew as soon as Cassie asked, he would be proving one.
In the last few hours, after he’d depleted a nearby farm of yet another cow, he’d had plenty of time to think about what exactly was bringing him back to Cassie, and when it was about her that could do this to him. Thus far, he had yet to actually find an explanation. The girl confused, excited and compelled him and caused a yearning in him that was somewhat alarming. Mortals rarely had any importance besides being his source of food, so his inability to dismiss Cassie was something of a mystery. She had begun as a simple tool to tease Edward (which had turned out to be a horrific mistake) but now she held her own significance. Somehow he wanted more than her blood, and it seemed he was prepared to use earnest means to get it. Well, almost earnest.
He lingered outside the door until a movement elsewhere in the building prompted him to knock. It was unnecessary, the threshold would not rebuff him, but he passed it off as a habit rather than courtesy. This was the second time in as many days he had come into Cassie’s room but this time he was lucid. His knock was light and he hadn’t been expecting an answer from the sleeping girl. It worried him he could not hear her breathing inside, but none of his senses were sharper than the average mortal at the moment. Now his hunger was sated, even her heartbeat had faded to the slightest of background noises. So he was surprised when he heard her faint voice grant him permission and, he had entered hesitantly and closed the door behind him. He briefly scanned the room, having not paid attention last time he was here. It was hard to evaluate interior design when it was spinning with the rest of the world. It was modest, mostly furnished with wood and quite homely. The floral sheets did not quite suit the girl who lay under them, but the scene was charming nonetheless.
As it seemed he had an overabundance of manners when it came to Cassie, he removed his boots and socks before crossing the room barefoot to the bed. He lingered at the end before sitting awkwardly on the far corner of it. Remembering his trousers would be transferring their moisture to the duvet, he quickly stood again. His skin had lost that deathly paleness and now had a slight flush to it. He was a few degrees warmer than usual too, however his left arm was still ghastly to look at but at least the throbbing pain it gave him had dulled to something just less than tolerable.
The Byzantine-styled crucifix scar on his left forearm was darker now, standing out more clearly from the rest of the burned and blistered skin. The entire arm was unresponsive, and he had to rely solely on his right hand which was entirely thwarting. As a very physically-dependant being, the lack of one arm was crippling. At least in the shelter of the room, his paranoia lessened a little but outside, he had been increasingly suspicious of any movement. Edward would be paying for this somehow that did not incur Cassie’s disapproval. The fact that he wanted her approval was another of those inexplicable mysteries.
His hair was mildly more presentable now, but the lank damp curls were still refusing to obey him and were clinging to the side of his face, occasionally slipping into his vision upon which point he would hastily shove them back. The lack of grime smothering his torso revealed a multitude of old scars, but only the brand just below his heart was as attention-grabbing as his most recent debilitation. The curious mottling on his left shoulder could very well be related to the rest of his arm damage, but it shone oddly in the candlelight as if it were plastic and not skin. The rest of his scars were comparatively mundane to the rest, but each had its story to tell. Dacian clearly had not led a dull afterlife.
The vampire did not seem so self conscious about his lack of upper-body clothing and was apparently at ease with keeping a level gaze with the young woman snuggled so contentedly in her bedclothes. What he wouldn’t give to feel the gratification of lying in a warm cocoon of his own body heat. He no longer needed it, but it was one of those commonplace things that you tended to miss when it was gone. Instead he had to steal warmth from those that could make it themselves, but he did not see himself clambering into bed with Cassie in the near future. Not yet.
His sly smile betrayed his train of thought, and he shook his head. If their relationship was not ready for him to share the same bed with her, then it definitely wasn’t ready for that. His gaze flickered over the little he could see of her peeking out from her little warm fortress; mostly just the upper half of her face and her recently washed golden locks. She wasn’t his usual type, yet still he felt drawn to her. Those bleary pale blue eyes peering up at him should have looked cold, but they looked just as warm as the tone of her skin and the glow of her hair. He found himself longing to touch those wavy curls, bury his hands in them and inhale its scent once again. What was it that made her so appetising? Was it simply that she was something he couldn’t have, or was it something else?
If the smell of her was tantalising, then the longing for the taste of her was an insistent nag. That little taste he had gotten when they kissed was just the start of the craving. It would only grow the longer he spent here. How long could he hold out? Days? Months? Years? How long would she even tolerate him? Her patience for a narcissistic, chauvinistic, bloodthirsty old grouch couldn’t be all that enduring. Nevertheless, Dacian began to wonder where ‘little tastes’ came in her ranking of the relational strata. Did it come before or after sex? Or during...?
With more effort than he was used to, he shoved his mind back on track before his imagination ran away with him. The girl’s eyes were open, but it seemed she was slow to truly wake. A ghost of a smile twitched at the corner of his mouth. “You’re awake.” He observed, standing beside her bed and attempting to look nonchalant but it was difficult with the perpetual grimace that accompanied the constant pain. “I was careful.” The vampire thought that needed clarifying. He had not feasted on some hapless human, partly though his own resolve and also the need to please her. It was like being a child again, constantly repeating and perfecting things to please his mother or father. Cassie should not have been able to bring these feelings out of him, but he was unable, and unwilling, to stop.
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Post by Cassie Vimes on Feb 15, 2009 14:38:37 GMT 1
Cassie woke, just about, when somebody knocked on her door. She groaned, pulled the covers up higher and cracked open one eye to glare at the doorway. Was it morning already? She felt like she’d only slept a couple of hours. Why was Jaz here to clean her room so goddamn early? Then she remembered Dacian, why was he knocking, she’d said he was welcome back. ”Come in.” Cassie called, her voice betraying her how grouchy she was, she didn’t appreciate being woken up.
She watched him blearily as he entered the room, content to just stay quiet and glare at him for the cruel interruption to her precious sleep. The glare melted though as she caught sight of the extensive burns on his arm, the shape of the crucifix standing out more clearly. With injuries like that it was a miracle he was even walking around, but as he came closer and she took in the abundance of scars that littered his chest she realised it was nothing he hadn’t suffered through before.
Cassie let out the smallest huff of a laugh as she watched Dacian push his hair back from his face with a frustrated gesture. His hair was damp and he’d washed the mud off somewhere. Cassie tried to ignore the little pang of jealousy at that. Had he charmed his way into another woman’s heart and home to use her shower? She was distracted from this train of thought by the sly grin that formed on his lips. What she would give to know what he’d been thinking to form a smile like that. Whatever it was she was sure it wouldn’t be clean, which just made her want to know all the more.
”Yes.” She agreed when he finally spoke, eyes betraying her discontent at this discovery. Cassie shifted, getting more comfortable, but careful not to let any of the warm air out of the cocoon of blankets she’d created. There were probably very important things they needed to discuss, like the possibility that he’d gone out and eaten some other poor woman, but her sleep addled brain forgot them all. ”You’re all wet.” She said as an alternative. Very profound. [/font]
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