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Post by Lysander Rousseau on Jul 27, 2008 2:35:48 GMT -4
"Well, right now, I'm trying to spend all my time with you." Lysander smiled and he led Adriana up the staircase to the second floor. They walked down the short hallway to the lone door at the end. Lysander turned the door knob and walked in. The room was old and not remodeled like the rest of the house. Lysander had been against it. It's not like I spend time in here anyways. The only things new were the dresser, desk and chair, and the bed. The bed was against the north wall with all-white sheets. The dresser was against the east wall and the desk against the west wall. Hanging above the bed were four photos in gold frames. The first was of a family of three: a father, a mother, and a baby wrapped in a blanket in the mother's arms. The second was of a little boy dressed in a suit holding the hand of his mother as a casket was held high by six men, all were dressed in black. The third was of a boy, around seventeen, dressed in a tuxedo with a girl next to him. The fourth was of a woman smiling, her face wrinkled from stress. All the pictures seemed to be old and they were all in black and white. "So, yes. This is my room. Boring, I know."
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Post by Adriana Call on Jul 27, 2008 13:46:19 GMT -4
I looked with wide eyes, unable to satisfy my curiosity completely. I walked slowly, looking at the pictures. I turned back to him halway when he spoke. "Not boring. Interesting, as always." Lysander hmself was the epitome of interesting. So why would his room be any different? I immediately walked to the pictures hanging on the wall. With a lone, gentle finger I traced the frame. I assumed the boy to be Lysaner and the woman to be his mother, the woman he had both murdered and spoke of so highly. I could see a lot of Lysander in her, the shape of the eyes (not in the color), and her smile. Something about her air reminded me of him...something behind her face that seemed similar. I turned back to Lysander. "Is this your mother?" I asked quietly.
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Post by Lysander Rousseau on Jul 27, 2008 14:00:29 GMT -4
Lysander watched as Adriana crossed the room to the photographs hanging on the wall. "I can't be that interesting." He walked over, his footsteps silent, and placed his hand on the small of her back. "Yes, that was my mother. Regina Cross. And the man in the first picture was my father, Richard Cross. Papa always said I looked like mother. A Mama's boy, that's what he called me. The next picture was taken at my father's funeral. The men carrying the casket were all my uncles. That one...that one was of me and Chelsea Mann right before we left to my prom. My mother took so many pictures that night. She wanted to document every second. And also, Chelsea was actually my best friend Nick's little sister. And I remembered how much he begged her to be my date since I hadn't asked anyone at school. The last picture...I took that after we came home from my high school graduation. Mama didn't want me to take it because she said she looked bad and that she needed to fix her face again...she was really pretty that day though. She was wearing this nice, pink lipstick and her cheeks were this nice, rosy color. And her hair was down and she never has her hair down..." Lysander smiled sadly, feeling nostalgic.
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Post by Adriana Call on Jul 27, 2008 14:15:12 GMT -4
I took his hand and squeezed it, feeling the subdued pain in his voice. I smiled sadly. "You must miss them," I said, speaking quietly. I could imagine it nearly as well as he could--only my mother had only been dead 6 years instead of thirty or so. He said he'd killed his mother...and I could picture that scene all too readily. I traced the corners of the frame with his mother's picture. "She was pretty. And you can see a lot of her in you," I said. The whispers of nostalgia unerlayed his tone, making my heart ache. I wondered vaguely if he was showing this to me so I would think of what I had, of what he'd lost in the change from human to vampire. In the end, though, I didn't have much. My mother was dead, my father gone, and I had no siblings, few friends, even. In the end, I was every bit as alone as he had been. So what was the big problem?
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Post by Lysander Rousseau on Jul 27, 2008 14:41:25 GMT -4
"Yes...I do...I really do..." Lysander took his eyes off the photos and smiled at Adriana. "Everyone always said I had my mother's eyes. They use to be blue, a dark blue actually. And Mama's smile. I wish you could've met her, she would've really liked you and she probably wouldn't have noticed the smell." He laughed and turned away, looking at the old floorboards beneath them. "I wish I had more pictures, but those were the only ones in my line of sight when I was packing and leaving home." Lysander sighed sadly.
"There's something I'd like for you to have." He crossed his room to the desk and opened a drawer. His fingers touched a small, worn, black velvet pouch. After taking it out of the desk, he walked back over to Adriana. "When I left home, I didn't take too many things with me, just clothes, money, those pictures, and a few of my most treasured possessions." He opened the pouch and pulled out an Aircrew Badge. "Papa gave this to my mother when he got back from flying planes in World War II. My father didn't have much money when he came back so instead of an engagement ring, he gave her this. And on September 2nd, 1946, exactly one year after the war ended, they got married at City Hall in NYC. So...I want you to have it." He took her hand in his and placed the pin in her palm.
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Post by Adriana Call on Jul 27, 2008 14:58:01 GMT -4
I listened to the story with a smile on her face. It sounded like something out of a war-era romance film, not an actual life. And I was captivated by it, I couldn't imagine anything better. I smiled and took it, fingering the edges. "It's got a certain charm, doesn't it?" I murmured, not being sarcastic in the least. It was charming, in some way. I was touched that he wanted to give it to me...it meant a lot. I smiled up at him. I could feel my eyes glistening. "It's probably a good thing it's not a ring, I think I'd end up losing that anyway." What would I do with a ring when I phased? This was much easier. I could put it on a chain, or simply keep it in my room. I knew exactly where I'd put it, too.
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Post by Lysander Rousseau on Jul 27, 2008 15:11:40 GMT -4
"Mother always said that the pin was magic. I stopped believing that when papa died." He placed the pouch back into the drawer and walked back over to Adriana. "Mama said something along those lines when papa proposed to her with this." Instinctively he wrapped his frozen arms around Adriana, burying his face in her hair. "I love you," he said simply.
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Post by Adriana Call on Jul 27, 2008 21:25:35 GMT -4
I smiled down at the shining little pin. "Well, I think it's magic," I said, stroking its shiny surface. It caught the light and reflected my surroundings and my face. When Lysander came up to me, I saw it in the pin before I did with my eyes. I looked up at him, surprised at his embrace. I sighed and leaned against him, unsure of myself in his arms. I smiled into his cold, cold skin. "I love you too." It was the easiest thing to say. The only thing to say. The best thing to say.
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Post by Lysander Rousseau on Jul 28, 2008 0:13:11 GMT -4
"Well," Lysander said, releasing Adriana from his embrace. "Are you sure you aren't hungry? Will your relatives be worried about you? It's twilight already." Sure enough, just outside the window above the desk, the sun was already setting, making Lysander's skin sparkle. "I mean, you could always stay as long as you want here. I've got plenty of time. But I wouldn't want to be a rude boyfriend and keep you out at night because unlike me, you need sleep. But, I suppose, you could sleep in my bed, although I don't think your relatives will like that very much even though I don't sleep...but I'm a vampire...and a teenage boy." Lysander couldn't help, but laugh at the last part.
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Post by Adriana Call on Jul 28, 2008 14:07:39 GMT -4
My heart fluttered a sad flutter as he released me from the stone grip of his arms. I smiled up at him, and touched the tip of his nose with the tip of my finger. "I'm not hungry, silly, and consider yourself lucky, because I'm usually always hungry." I looked out at the sky. Twilight, again, already. The setting sun sent a shower of glittering sparks all over Lysander's skin. I was captivated again. I couldn't help it. I looked back up at him, laughing quietly with him. "You're babbling again," I said with a wry smile. "No, my aunt probably is wondering where I am by now, but she doesn't worry so much anymore with this whole werewolf thing. She knows about you, but she probably thinks I'm with Jake." I shrugged. "I do try not to give the woman a heart attack, since she's keeping me out of the goodness of her heart and all. So yes, I probably should be getting back." I ignored the teenage boy comment entirely. It made me think of things I shouldn't.
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Post by Lysander Rousseau on Jul 28, 2008 14:26:11 GMT -4
"Arg, you know I can't help it." He smiled as he kissed her forehead. "Is she...okay with us being together? I mean, your tribe is pretty against people like me. I wouldn't want to cause a riff or anything." There I go again, Lysander thought, ruining her life. "Okay," he kissed her forehead yet again. "I'll take you home then." Lysander was only slightly reluctantly in saying goodbye, but he knew he must. He held her hand in his as he guided her down the stairs and out of the house. "Tomorrow, after school, I was thinking maybe we could do something like...I don't know, go out to dinner, maybe? In Port Angeles? I mean, for obvious reasons I won't be eating, but...I'd like to go on a real date with you...if it's possible of course, if not then that's fine too." He unlocked th passenger's side door and opened it for her.
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Post by Adriana Call on Jul 28, 2008 19:27:07 GMT -4
I smiled up at him. "She's always been worried about me because I lost my mom so young, you know? And she's not like a mother to me, I mean, I love her but I've only been living with her about two years because custody stuff took so long to sort out, seeing as they had to find my dad and all. She's just happy I found someone. Besides, all the people who aren't former werewolves or family of them don't really hold any stock in the stories anyway." I smiled crookedly and shrugged. "You gotta admit, the whole thing's kind of ridiculous."
I raised my eyebrows as he led me down the hallway. "A real date?" The idea of going out to dinner actually made me queasy...I could easily see myself committing some kind of horrible social faux pas. But, if that's what we wanted...
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Post by Lysander Rousseau on Jul 28, 2008 22:24:47 GMT -4
"Well, I wouldn't say it's entirely ridiculous. We are, after all, a vampire and a werewolf, that's completely ridiculous in itself." Lysander smiled towards her as the sky grew gradually darker and darker. "Mmhm. A real date, completely with dinner, maybe something before it, maybe something after it. I'm entirely not sure yet, but I'm working out the details in my head as we speak...but yes, a real date. Just you and me. No...vampire bites, no running through the forest. No rain too, I hope. A completely pain free and rain free date in Port Angeles. Courtesy of your boyfriend. Or maybe...I could cook for you, if you want. I've been reading some cookbooks I bought in Port Angeles just in case, I don't know, you'd like me to cook for you." He was almost giddy about the fact that they were going to have a real date. Lysander had always felt, from the very beginning, that their relationship went a bit too fast, for her and for him. A date was something he thought they needed at the moment. Something normal and human.
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Post by Adriana Call on Jul 28, 2008 22:44:40 GMT -4
I leaned back, mulling over the idea. It seduced me, the idea of a normal human night with Lysander. It wrapped its black tendrils around me and refused to let me go. I smiled. "You don't have to cook. But it sounds like a nice idea." I looked up at the clock on his wall reluctantly. "Lysander...I really should be getting home." I spoke carefully, not wanting him to be offended. I intertwined both my hands with his and turned to face him. "But it definitely sounds like a nice idea." My heart pounded unfairly at the prospect. I asked myself a quesiton I'd never asked before.
What was I going to wear?
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Post by Lysander Rousseau on Jul 28, 2008 22:53:32 GMT -4
"I don't mind cooking. And I was kind of hoping we'd have dinner at my house. All those voices, all at once...it gets annoying after a while. So tomorrow night, I'll pick you up at seven and have you home by midnight. Tell your aunt that so she doesn't have to worry." Her heart pounded loudly in his ears, it was something that made him smile. If only she knew the effect she had on me... Lysander had completely forgotten what they were outside next to his car for. "Oh-right-sorry, I don't know where my mind goes sometimes."
Once they got into his car and backed out of the driveway, Lysander drove onto the freeway to get back to La Push. "What kind of cuisine would you like? Italian? Mexican? Chinese? Anything at all, I don't mind." His foot stepped on the gas, the speed reached 165 mph.
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