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Post by Iris|Kairi on Jan 9, 2010 3:28:49 GMT -5
Color her completely distracted.
Once the arms came and saved her and she was certain her Luther was near and she could calm substantially, she did sniffle and look around as her eyes adjusted. At first she was sure it was him, but the more he held her and spoke the more an unreasonable doubt crept in. Well, it seemed unreasonable. Of course it was Luther...
Those weren't his eyes.. Her own widened in the realization as awe filled her face. His clothes were even different. When did he change? His face didn't have the tattoo.. Her hand was mere inches from touching the familiar face of a stranger when the last nail in the coffin of acknowledgment hit her. The smile. It couldn't be Luther. Such an expression and warmth wasn't possible...or maybe it was, but he didn't show it. She knew Luther liked her. She had no doubts, though maybe she should. The elf was stunned into silence. How could it both be and not be Luther?
"..I-I can stand...see?" she stuttered feebly, wiping hurriedly at her wet cheeks with shaking hands. Thankfully she was recovering from the terror of both the fall and the dark, both leaving her shaken and weak. Sniffling, she attempted a smile. "I'm f-fine.."
Okay, she couldn't resist anymore.
Precariously lifting up on her tip toes, she stretched to gently touch his face. Weird? Yes. But she was an elf after all, from a distant land that didn't know the customs and manners and all that other stuff other cultures knew...she wanted to see if he was warm. If he felt like Luther even if the expression didn't match. If maybe he'd take her into his arms again... this guy had already spoiled her. Spoiled spoiled spoiled...
"Thank you.." she said quietly, fuchsia eyes wide. This was too weird. Two Luthers? The rounded cheeks od the small elf flushed, bringing color back into her face at last.
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Post by High's .Valentine. on Jan 9, 2010 4:11:03 GMT -5
The man gave another satisfied smile as Faye stood up, gathering herself together. With the return of the candlelight, and a better chance scrutinizing of the woman he had saved, Luther who’s not Luther pursed his lips and stuck his hands in his pockets.
“Well, I am pleased you are unharmed, M’am…” All the while, his eyes darted back and forth between Faye’s face, her dress, the ceiling, and anything that seemed remotely of interest. That is, before the clear dark blue drifted back to her figure.
What was this…was this Luther being shy? A man well into his thirties, the English Luther’s reaction towards Faye was something embarrassing to watch for any of Luther’s acquaintances.
He flinched when he realized her hand was closing in on his face. Dainty fingers glanced along his cheekbones, and what Faye felt would have been something of shock. While the Vampire’s skin was as cold as a corpse’s, this Luther’s pale skin radiated warmth. Mostly due to the result of her touch—Faye would have discovered that pale skin yields the most amusing lush colored blush—and partly due to the fact that the organ in his chest was thump thumping. Faster than it usually does at the moment.
“Uh…your welcome,” he finally stuttered, looking entertaining as he tried to hold his expression together. Ho boy.
“My name is Lucien Shaw. It’s a pleasure to meet you, My lady. And an honor that chance had allowed me to be the one to catch you from your fall.” Now identified as the Lucien the Vampire had been mistaken for, the look-a-like composed himself as he bowed politely.
“And the lovely lady is…?”
Before the confused elf can answer, the door burst open again. Everyone within the room turned, dreading another dark spell and bumbling. Instead of the wind that had entered before, a tall man of six feet nine walked in, his long black hair slipping out of a once elegant ponytail. Top hat gone, suite slightly ripped, Luther took a deep breathe, having been running for quite awhile, before looking around the Tavern for the elf he had so roughly shoved before in an attempt to chase after his adversary.
He spotted her first.
Then he saw him.
The two’s expression of surprise mirrored, humorously. [/blockquote]
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Post by Iris|Kairi on Jan 9, 2010 5:14:08 GMT -5
Yes. Definitely not Luther. Her face turned even more amazed and bright as her fingers touched warm skin, skin that warmed even more under her touch. Just as she convinced herself it wasn't Luther, but a clever look-a-like or something he told her his name. Lucien. Her lips parted in surprise that quickly turned to something close to understanding or remembrance. 'Master Lucien'. this was the guy that the boy had mistaken Luther for earlier, and she could understand why! It was uncanny. It was mind blowing. It was...fascinating. Lucien Shaw was a dead ringer for a friendlier Luther.
Huh. It was...cute. Adorable. He was acting adorable. A grin exploded on her lips, erasing the look of old tears for now. His name was nice, too..
Her hand stayed on his cheek, as awkward as it was stretching up to reach, let alone keeping it there this long. She was just so amused and amazed, and the fact that he looked so much like Luther fooled her into feeling naturally closer to him, not that she wouldn't have invaded his space without his permission anyway.
And some things would never change. Before she could bubble her name at him, the door flew open as if on cue. Her head turned instinctively, though her eyes had a hard time tearing away from the unusual blue eyes she'd been examining. They fell on something much more familiar...a disheveled Luther. Her eyes met his gold ones, muddling her mind again as the elf shifted to compare them to the blue ones, only to find the same expression she'd been seeing with the gold eyes on the face of Mr. Blue eyes.
"..Buh!" she sputtered in shock, finally lowering her hand and stepping back to get them both in her field of vision at the same time. This was unnatural. It was amazing. Two of her favorite person!! A nice one and a....Luther.
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Post by High's .Valentine. on Jan 9, 2010 5:34:21 GMT -5
Buh indeed.
This was unnatural. More than the fright of meeting his daughter in a dark alley, the shock of looking into a mirror but not was threatening to start the pumping on Luther’s dead heart. He could almost feel his Vampire blood rush all towards the shriveled organ. Or was it to his head.
The same could be said for Mr. Lucien Shaw. While Luther was feeling strange dizziness similar to that of blood loss, Lucien was breaking out in cold sweat and getting weak at the knees. Like meeting true love, but…worse. The people in the inn marveled at the two copies.
There is only one possible explanation for this, Luther’s thoughts swam, trying to reason with himself. He wondered if he ever did caught up with the figure he was trying to chase and perhaps she had casted some sort of illusion on him.
Lucien on the other hand, was trying to remember if his mother had ever mentioned a twin. Or if there’s any slim chance of him ever having a twin. A long lost twin, would you believe that?
The Mantis King, being the more composed one between the two was the first to stop staring. And as soon as the surprise wore off, suspicion settled in. Approaching the newly acquainted couple, Luther glared at his twin, annoyed by the fact that they look so alike and yet he can have such a…free expression of shock on such a face. There was no tattoo, indicating their different background, and the thumping of an excited heart underneath the shirt, flesh and bone indicated he was more alive than Luther ever was.
To have a human copy of him…Luther felt the urge to kill it on the spot.
He grabed Faye’s arm, jerking her towards him.
Upon which Lucien sprang to action. A righteous angered look on his face. Luther marveled at the expression.
“I say, Sir, have you always been so rough when treating a lady?” Was that his own voice? What kind of prank is this? Thoroughly agitated, Luther squeezed his eyes shut, growled, and opened them again, hoping the copy was gone.
Lucien stood there, more and more enraged as each silent minute ticked by. What kind of gentleman is this? No, a vagabond! How dare he handled his the lady like this.
“Release her,” Lucien growled right back, walking up to Luther. Poor Faye was caught right between the chests of two rather tall figures. Lucien rested his hand on her shoulder.
“She is mine,” Luther hissed in retort. It was slightly unnerving to see how much authority he held with those…blue eyes?
“SHE is not a property, you cur.” Lighting struck between the two’s eyes, each about to tear into the other’s throat. [/blockquote]
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Post by Iris|Kairi on Jan 9, 2010 16:51:19 GMT -5
Oh yay. Tug-of-war. It was cute, though..both of them about to kill...themselves over nothing. being squished between their towering bodies was also somehow slightly pleasant, but at the same time she would prefer if they didn't fight or yell..or be angry. One angry Luther was enough. Placing a hand on each of their torsos, she gave some resistance, trying to cut the tension.
"Now, now, boys...this isn't worth a fight. Lucien, Luther isn't hurting me. This is normal. And Luther...This is that 'Master Lucien' the boy was talking about! Aaaand...he caught me when I fell through the banister. He's a hero!" she giggled, still trying to push them further apart. "Isn't this great? You two are nearly identical...we should all have some tea!" the elf chirped brightly, looking between their beautiful faces, then around for the lady who could probably bring them something to drink. A distraction. Anything!
And then the heavens heard her...
Before she knew it, her body gave in to the exhaustion from the fright and fall; pushing against the men's chest had drained her last bit of adrenaline. Her knees buckled and once more gravity laughed in her face and pulled at the half-ton fabric, dragging her down to the less-than-pristine floor. It was cold too...and smelled bitter. She wrinkled her nose. Gross...
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Post by High's .Valentine. on Jan 9, 2010 17:22:55 GMT -5
It must have been Faye’s imagination, how the floor had smelled, but for the second time that night, muscular arms closed around her shoulder and waist. This time, it was the real Luther who had caught her. He gave his elf a fleeting glance to perceive the damage before looking up at the worried Lucien. If he had been any less Luther, this would be the time when he flash a big ‘in-your-face’ smirk.
In the end, he did. Not exactly, big, but the narrowed eyes and reserved smile screamed ‘smug’ all over. Lucien glared in return, but decided he was far more concerned about the damsel than to pick a fight with this wannabe. How the other could have gone from staring to spring into action in such a quick manner startled the human, but he did not ask more of it. The questions would be saved for later.
“Come, the shock of falling must have gotten to her. Both of you should rest at my place tonight,” partly because he wanted to see the girl more, and partly because of the gnawing curiosity over his lookalike. “I have a spare bedroom. And a couch in the parlor.” The couch was for Luther, of course.
The Vampire did not resist, spurred on by his own curiosity to who this man was and why they were the splitting image of each other. Picking up Faye—much to Lucien’s displeasure—Luther followed after the human, disregarding the eyes that followed them out of the door.
“I am Lucien Shaw,” the man did not bother to bow, refusing to show any sort of manners for a rival. Luther, in the same manner, replied simply: “Luther Shiang.”
The astonished boy who greeted them was indeed the little guy who had tugged on Luther’s coattail earlier. As he watched two of his Masters enter the cab along with the mysterious woman, now a poor wreck in a dress too heavy for her, he muttered a prayer, before shutting the door and jumping up front with the driver, sputtering with wild exclamation for the remainder of the ride. [/blockquote]
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Post by Iris|Kairi on Jan 9, 2010 22:14:42 GMT -5
Aw...back out into the dark! Faye promptly closed off her ears and eyes, burying her face into Luther's shoulder to try and fend off the panic she felt gnawing at her insides. It was slightly better because she was in the arms of someone who made her feel safe...now two...even though they were kind of the same person. Bah, that was confusing. Her mind mulled over everything from the day, settling on the curious fact of where Luther had gone when the lights went out. Her mind ignored that he'd actually been the one that sent her falling and focused more on why he'd gone..and why he'd returned with his clothing in the shape they were in. What had he done? She wanted to ask, but her voice failed her. Her body was fighting her mind at the moment.
Once she got back into light; into Lucien Shaw's home she'd be better. It'd be safe and warm there, surely with some candles burning for light. She managed a smile to herself as she thought of that, then just listened to the sounds of horse hooves against cobblestone and the rickety wooden wheels following. Her pointy ears heard the breath of the horses and their occasional vocalizations of discomfort when the driver flicked some sort of stiff material against their hindquarters. Interesting...
The boy chattering away was downright hilarious. He was flabbergasted, and his accent was simply adorable as he babbled on about how similar the men looked and how they found each other, and even her own identity. She was the 'mysterious ladyfriend'. It made her feel special..
"How...far away is your house?" Faye asked at last, getting her tongue to obey and address Lucien.
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Post by High's .Valentine. on Jan 10, 2010 14:37:03 GMT -5
Lucien would have liked to be the one holding poor Faye. He could do nothing except glare in the most hopeless manner as he watched Faye snuggled against his other self. Like looking in the mirror, but he was getting none of it. Feeling a little bit defeated at the sight, he wondered if he had just accidentally intruded on an intimate relationship and that he would possibly never get the damsel that had dropped from the heavens. But they were the same were they not…?
As he mulled over this from his side of the cab, Luther sat from the opposite, staring warningly at his counterpart, his hold on Faye tight. It seemed in the face of an opponent, there was no way the Mantis King was going to relinquish his prize. If he can call Faye that. More of a possession that was more bothersome than benefit in some aspects. Sometime along the ride, Lucien was jerked from his moody mulling by a weak and beautiful voice. Jerking from his observation of the scene outside the window, he turned to the woman in Luther’s arms, leaning over so he could see her face. Luther resisted the urge to roll his eye and turn the elf’s face towards him. Violently.
Of course that would have set off another row between the two, and Luther was much too high and mighty to bother with the man right now.
“Not far, M’am, we’re almost there. Just have to cross that bridge.” Just as they said that, the cab creaked to a slow stop.
“Siiiir!” from outside, the shrill cry of the young boy could be heard. Obviously, his voice was laced with fright. “Someone’s…” the word ended in a shriek. Luther jolted, shoving Faye at Lucien as he moved to the window, trying to see the scene outside.
Klunk, klunk, klunk. Loud sounds of footsteps overhead shook the cab left and right, and the horses neighed in fright as it appeared someone had jumped on the ceiling of their cab.
Lucien clutched onto Faye, horror apparent in his wide eyes as he squeezed the girl, as if attempting to hide her further in his trench coat.
Luther glanced at the two before reaching for the handle hesitantly.
“Don’t!” Lucien hissed, trying to stop him. Just as he reached out something whirred from above. The two immediately looked at the top of the cab, Lucien’s hand still outstretched. The sound was louder than anything they had ever heard, and something about it seemed stir the fear in the occupant of the cab. Outside the horses stamped and screamed, trying to get away from some kind of unseen horror. Yet the cab did not budge a single bit except for the rocking from the terror above.
Lucien suddenly felt the urge to retract his hand.
But before he could, something erupted from above, slicing through the canvas and metal of the cab, right above his arm. A rapidly spinning chainsaw sliced into the room, and Lucien gave a shout of surprise as it narrowly avoided slicing through his arm if not for the fact that he had shoved his arm aside at the last minute. It seemed to have created a suction of sorts though as it pulled up the material of his sleeve and chewed it up in a matter of seconds. Then it began to move. Right towards Lucien and Faye.
Once he had his arm back, Lucien shoved Faye towards the far end of the cab, away from the saw and pressed his back against her, cold sweat dripping down his forehead as the chainsaw drew closer. Luther made the movement of grabbing the door handle before the whirring suddenly stopped.
The cloth that the saw bit, seemed to have momentarily stopped the rapid spinning as the chainsaw disappeared from the small space of the cab, pulled back out. Just as suddenly as that happened, Luther’s left arm was replaced with a black blade, thick and sharp. He stabbed at the ceiling, where he had heard the footsteps creaked.
Immediately after retrieving his blade, and leaving a large hole, he slammed open the door and dashed out, looking for his opponent.
Inside the cab, Lucien’s fevered breathing quickened as the cab bounced around some more, supposedly thanks to Luther jumping on to join their attacker.
Then silence.
The door jerked open and Lucien nearly had a heart attack. Luther pulled himself in, frowning.
“…Your driver and human child are still alive. They have merely been shocked out of consciousness.” Luther informed the man, who nodded grimly.
“The attacker..?” Lucien asked cautiously.
“Gone.”
And with that, Lucien slowly headed back outside, frightful of their attacker waiting around the corner, but spurred on by the need to check on his employees.
Luther was silent, seemingly deep in thought. “….long black hair, “ was all he said before he sank back in his seat and closed his eyes. The speed with which their attacker moved. The long black hair. The figure…it was all true then. They were being stalked. But she didn’t want him to find her just yet. Bit by bit, she’ll be playing around with him. She’ll never let him catch her though until she’s ready to kill him. It was the way she played these games.
If Faye watched closer, she would have seen that the Vampire was shuddering… [/blockquote]
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Post by Iris|Kairi on Jan 12, 2010 3:13:37 GMT -5
And here Luther said Faye couldn't be conditioned. She was well conditioned to being tossed around like an object at speeds she was never really ready for, but by now it was simple and every day. Luther jerked her around all the time, sometimes holding her like he was seconds ago, and some times slinging her like a rag doll. That's why it was so odd to land against a warm, soft body with arms that pulled her close...like something precious. She was by no means precious, the night elves had seen to that. But with Lucien...she felt a different kind of safe.
All the while, Faye knew she should be paying more attention to the horrors around her. She could hear them...she was partially aware, but her mind seemed to be protecting itself. It was dark, after all. Hearing chainsaws and all the hustle and bustle of life-threatening events could well send her over the edge. That very...close, sharp edge. Maybe that's why she was doing her best to ignore it and fill it with, oddly enough, Lucien. how he smelled....he smelled exotic to her. She could smell his life, some of the must from where they'd just been but also some sort of tangy scent mixed with the lull of soap. Hearing a heart beat was particularly fascinating to her as well. The elf clutched onto his shirt as if that would keep her there...but sadly she was moved to the back of the cab, against the rough torn leather seats.
Now she was against his back. his scent was less, but she could hear his quick breathing, and smell the saltiness of his sweat. It was sad he was so distressed...and that's when she noticed her own heart was beating as quickly as it could, her own breaths light but fast. She puzzled about it, then Faye's mind finally let through the worry for Luther. Was it...her? That 'she' he spoke of? The one that made him clammy, and his face paler than usual? The one he was so fascinated with but terrified of? What was happening out there in the dark? Didn't he know it wasn't safe by now?! The night elves! THEY WERE A THREAT TOO!
Panic grew and pricked at her eyes as she drew back against the leather like a cornered rabbit, pink eyes wide with fright, complete with worry lines. Her mind was cruel. Cruel to distract her with someone who both was and was not Luther, as well as...Luther himself. How confusing! Her head pounded and spun, along with her stomach. Thank goodness it was empty...oh wait, no it wasn't.
The opening of the door signaled Faye's full return to the world. It almost gave her a coronary also, her adrenaline taking over. Yanking up her long heavy skirt, she grabbed at her calf where a hidden dagger was strapped, pulling it loose and to her chest, ready to be used. No one would notice of course. She was behind Lucien. Listening to the short dialogue, it was a deep relief that it was Luther, and he was fine. Good...that preoccupied her mind for now as Lucien slipped out of the cab and was replaced with the grumpy man she was used to.
Pressed back against the leather of the seat opposite of Luther, she sat frozen for a long moment, watching her Luther. Watching intently, white-knuckling her dagger still with trembling arms and chin dripping with silent tears.
However! Soon, distraction came, taking her short attention span in a different direction. Promptly she relaxed some and leaned forward, eyes curious now. Was he...shaking? It was steady...it was like a shudder. The elf had never witnessed this reaction before... without another thought she replaced the blade into its sheath and moved, perching on his lap without permission and touching his face.
Opening her mouth to speak, she was surprised. Nothing came. Nothing at all, but air. She cleared her throat softly, wheezing a moment before her vocal chords woke up. "Are you okay, Luther?" she asked softly, quickly placed her forehead against his neck to make sure she had really seen his shuddering. It worried Faye. Was he hurt? Her hand felt lightly around his chest for wounds.
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Post by High's .Valentine. on Jan 15, 2010 0:52:09 GMT -5
Luther gazed at her, a strange wonderment creeping into that cold dead chest of his. He had never appeared weaker in front of her. Had been dragged off by card soldiers for a beheading, had been stabbed in the abdomen in order to protect his food, had even been coerced into taking the elf around with him, a large burden the original Luther never would have agreed to. If he had met someone such as her a few years ago, there would have never been a Faye today. She probably would have died on the spot, if not for the value and strength of her blood then for the way she annoyed him.
He felt her hand on his face, and then it probed his chest. Soft and gentle, it was a contact the Mantis King was unfamiliar with and it took all his might to resist a great tremble, this time unrelated with his great fear.
It was with a distraught frown on his stony visage as he faced the elf.
“I am fine.” I am scared was something Luther had never spoken of before. Fear was something only preys express freely. The Mantis Tribe had always been the greatest predators. They hunt and kill everything. There is nothing above them with the exception of the Demons. Here, in these worlds, Luther was lord.
Yet, there had only been one person who had taught him great fear. And she had returned.
It was putting him all out of sorts.
Suddenly, the door jerked open, and the Vampire flinched, almost shoving the elf away as if caught in the act.
“It seems we are ready depart once again,” Lucien began, but slowly trailed off when he saw the scene inside. Blinking, the man looked between the two, chewed on his lips and climbed into the cab, silently slumping down in the opposite chair. He said nothing for the remainder of the trip and moved little, only gazing out the window. The can trudged along, before stopping at the front gates of his little house in the country and pulled in towards the front door. [/blockquote]
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Post by Iris|Kairi on Jan 15, 2010 2:01:46 GMT -5
Taking Luther's word for it, Faye leaned away, content to just sit there now and nurse her throbbing chest that had taken quite the beating from the inside by an overly excited heart. So much excitement for one evening...nothing good ever came out of the night time. Why couldn't there alway be sun? Oh yeah, because it only existed in her paradise she was searching for. She slumped slightly, feeling rather depressed, even as her bright eyes shifted between Luther and Lucien...who honestly mirrored her look at the moment. What was he upset about?
There was no time to find out. The buggy pulled up in front of a narrow apartment with heavy wooden double doors. Faye was the first to launch herself out of the carriage despite her heavy clothing, intent on getting into the house and into some light as quickly as possible. It was good the door was unlocked...and truthfully, if it wasn't, then she'd just broken the lock because he door was open in seconds and she was flitting inside, lighting candles before sitting down exhaustedly on one of the old velvet Victorian couches in what seemed to be the living room. She was more comfortable now that it was light inside. Heaving a sigh of relief, she raised one hand to her face and rubbed. It was now that the dark circles under her eyes were most evident. Not unsightly, just making it known that the poor elf most likely had not slept--or passed out-- in days. Healthy? No. Normal? ...For her. She only slept when she passed out or felt incredibly safe.
And seeing as how there was only a snowball's chance in Hades that Luther would take to holding her until she slept, the sleepless trend would continue until she found her promised land.
Faye's tired mind moved on to other thoughts while she waited for the boys to come inside. Luther's shuddering in the cab...his...fear? She hardly believed that's what it was, but that's how it looked. His face in her mind slowly morphed into Lucien's...meaning more or less the eyes changed and the tattoo vanished, along with Luther's stony expression. She couldn't get over it. It was...very confusing to her emotions.
But you'd think if they looked and acted so much alike they'd get along better.
Her eyes assessed the area. It was very nice...unfamiliar to her, but it seemed fanciful to her. The stairs were well built and elegant that lead upstairs...that banister didn't look like it would collapse under her weight, should she get thrown against it.
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Post by High's .Valentine. on Jan 15, 2010 3:09:51 GMT -5
It was an hour into their arrival at Lucien’s house and neither had said anything to the elf, or to each other. One seemed caught up in his world, having stayed inside one of the rooms that had been allotted for him, staring out the window as if he could see his unknown fear out there in the grimy city streets. He cared little for his alter ego down below, though now and then, the thought of a little elf and her touch crossed his mind, pestering him to no ends.
The other tramped between rooms, from the parlor to his little lab/office. It would appear, judging from the way the book room was set up, that the two world weary traveler’s benefactor was a doctor or scientist of some sort. He picked up book, a pair of spectacles at the end of his nose, tossed it aside, tinkered with the chemicals and doodads sitting atop his work table, sighing every now and then and peeking into the parlor, where he had relocated all of his candles, when he found out the fair lady he could not have had a great fear of darkness.
She looked positively exhausted. Lucien watched quietly from behind the doorway, an inner conflict ripping him apart. Like Luther in many ways—the difference of the way they associate with others is mainly due to how the two were raised—Lucien was a proud being. He valued his dignity and status more than anything in the world. To suddenly fall for such a woman, and a woman already bonded with a beloved, was rare for the man.
Like Luther though, Lucien was also possessive. As he stalked back to his book room, opposing thoughts threatened to tear him apart. His pride would not allow him to give up such an opportunity. And give her up to a vagabond of all things. The two might look alike, but Lucien found himself much more civilized than the other. Thus, etiquette requires that he not touch someone else’s woman.
Gritting his teeth, Lucien finally took a deep breath, tossed the book in his hand into the growing pile on his writing desk and headed towards the parlor. The least he can do, is take care of the lady in the meanwhile.
“Do you want another cup of tea?” Lucien walked in with a heated teapot, giving the elf a soft look. One would notice from Lucien’s expressions, that though the man does not smile as often as his demeanor might reflect, his features are soft compared to Luther’s harsh cold ones. He is human after all.
“You should sleep…” he gave a swift glance at the clock. “I think Luther is asleep already and it’s already past midnight. You seem like you might just collapse on the spot, Faye.” Having learned her name earlier, Lucien had repeated her name so many times in his head that he now speak her name with even more grace and charm than Luther might ever muster up.
“Is it the nerves? I promise you, you will be safe within these walls. Whatever had attacked us today will do you no harm. Your health is of upmost importance.” [/blockquote]
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Post by Iris|Kairi on Jan 15, 2010 15:00:38 GMT -5
Faye continued to sit in her loneliness, basking in the fire light Lucien had provided, though she still did not make herself comfortable. She sat still as a statue on the edge of the couch cushion, hands folded neatly in her lap, eyes beneath the veil tired as ever. Occasionally a hand would raise to briefly rub her eyes or her face, but other than that she was still. No one came to keep her company, like she'd somehow expected. She should've known. Luther was off brooding on his own, and the steady 'wump' of books falling and the tinkering sounds occupied her mind enough. At least someone was moving. Lucien was a curious person. Faye wondered what he was working on. What did he do? Was this a hobby of his? How nice it must be to read..
Pink eyes shifted and focused on Lucien as finally someone spoke to her. A tired smile lit her face, and she nodded. Tea was nice...it was warm and made that aching cold fear inside her chest more bearable. "Please..and thank you," she replied politely, flinching at how loud her voice sounded in the silence. In reality her voice had been quite quiet.
The elf found it weird to hear her own name said by a male voice, for some reason. Her head tilted, eyes staring out into space. It donned on her. Had...Luther ever said her actual name? She couldn't remember...if he had, it had only been once, but she doubted it. Recounting most if their interactions, she found that he just called her 'elf'. Her face grew vaguely troubled. Did he not like her name? Was it...not worth saying? Why did it bother her? She didn't know...Faye just couldn't help but feel a little dejected. Maybe rejected...rejection was something she knew well, but hated. At least Lucien could say it and it sounded warm. Like honey.
"Oh, I never sleep, Lucien," Faye giggled lightly, turning her eyes back on him after a brief zone-out. "I'm used to it. I dunno if it's nerves or whatever," she shrugged, thinking on it. She honestly didn't want to tell him she was ALSO afraid of sleeping. The look he gave her over being afraid of the darkness taught her that some things were better left secret. But...it was also undeniable when you were trembling in near tears on his couch...
It had been at least a week since the last time she lost consciousness at all...that she remembered.
"It is getting late, though. How about you, Lucien? Shouldn't you sleep? You must be sleepy."
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Post by High's .Valentine. on Jan 21, 2010 20:35:32 GMT -5
“I…I am fine,” Lucien raised an eyebrow while he poured the grapefruit flavored tea into her cup. Never sleep…? Is this woman human? He looked over her exotic blue hair again, the strange beautiful color of her eyes, and the elongated ears poking out from the side of her rebellious hair style. He had been pondering over the two’s bizarre appearances and the two seemed to fit into none of the ethnic groups he had ever read or encountered. Tattoo on the cheek, amber eyes, long ears, unusually dyed hair color. Now he couldn’t help but wonder if they are exactly…of the human species. Was Lucien Shaw harboring an alien race in his house?
Still, he didn’t dare insult the lady. “If you are uncomfortable, you can tell me, Miss Faye. After the events of tonight, I’d like to think of myself not as a stranger but as a friend.” Sitting down next to the young lady, Lucien drained his own tea cup, hoping to some kind of supernatural force out there that his carbon copy upstairs decides to brood for another few hour or so.
“I will keep you company tonight,” Lucien nodded, pouring more tea into the cup. “I don’t think I can sleep tonight either.” [/blockquote]
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Post by Iris|Kairi on Jan 21, 2010 21:25:30 GMT -5
Ah! An honest opportunity for chatter! Her eyes brightened and gleamed at the idea of being permitted, even asked to talk instead of hushed like she usually was. She looked like a kid in a candy shop. He WANTED to talk to her! GLEE!
Giggling, she turned her body more toward him, sipping her tea to ease her throat and get it ready for talking. Lucien just made her day. "Okay, Friend Lucien," she smiled, trying to calm her blue hair that had mussed in all the earlier activity. "I don't sleep...because where I'm from, the darkness is dangerous. To be alone in the dark or to give in to the darkness behind your eyelids means nearly certain death. Night elves can some out of no where and shove a heart-holding staff right through your chest..." she trailed off and slapped a hand suddenly over her heart for affect. It was true she probably not be so free with information about other worlds and races to Lucien, for his human brain may explode....but then again, no one told her it was a secret and shouldn't be talked about. She had the gift of gad...and the ability to not think things all the way through. It didn't seem important.
"If I can stay awake, I can see them coming and fight them off. But...sometimes my body doesn't agree. Thankfully Luther keeps me safe, should I pass out." That should explain the exhausted expression on her face and the bags under her eyes. mentioning elves may tip him off to her strange appearance...
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