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Post by Adriana Call on Aug 4, 2008 18:10:13 GMT -4
I laughed, not surprised in the least. "Well, thank you. It is perfect. Don't tell yourself any differently." It was truly perfect, the entire setting seemed like something out of a book or movie. I was almost expecting something to go wrong. I sat down obediently, feeling a little out of place as he brought me my food. I smiled, slightly awkwardly. I was fine with eating in front of him, that wasn't the thing, it was only that he didn't eat. That was the awkward part. It was all delicious, though. In the end, my wolf-sized hunger won out over manners.
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Post by Lysander Rousseau on Aug 4, 2008 20:54:35 GMT -4
She looks happy, he thought pleasantly. Even with that awkward smile. Lysander smiled back as he watched her eat. But then he sighed quietly and looked down at his own plate. He absentmindedly took his fork and moved some of the rice around. I know I'm a vampire, his eyes flickered over to Adriana who was still eating. Sometimes it's not fair. He wished he could feel the same about human food the way Adriana felt. He could vaguely remember the taste of a fat, juicy cheeseburger on his tongue. The first time he tried human food after he was turned...all it tasted like was dirt. He sighed quietly again, but then smiled as he looked up at Adriana. If this is the price I have to pay to be with her then so be it. Lysander knew, from the very first time he talked with her, if he had not become a vampire, then he would've never met her. He couldn't see a future if she wasn't in it...he liked it that way.
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Post by Adriana Call on Aug 5, 2008 2:56:49 GMT -4
She smiled more fully at the expression on his face. Being a wolf, she finished quickly. She gripped his chin like he was a boy, but with amost impossible gentleness. "Silly Lysander," she said. She recognized the absentminded look of preoccupation in his eyes. He was thinking. This so rarely signified a good thing. "What are you thinking about?" she asked softly, running a trembling finger up to entwine itself in his hair. She cared about every inch of him, his mind included. She wanted to be a part of his life. It seemed rational to start with his thoughts.
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Post by Lysander Rousseau on Aug 5, 2008 14:16:41 GMT -4
He smiled towards her. The heat from her touch and the softness of her voice brought him much comfort. She knows me too well... "It's nothing, really...how's the food? Good, I'm guessing. Would you like mine too, since, you know, I can't exactly eat it. Or would you like to go for that walk now? I don't want it to get too chilly. I wouldn't want you to be cold, even though you're with me and I'm already so cold on my own-" He stopped himself. He was babbling again. He bit his lip and looked up at Adriana, trying to force a smile. "The future...I'm thinking about the future. That's all. Nothing to be alarmed about. I'm perfectly fine. Everything's fine. Right? I mean, here we are, having dinner and such like a real date. And you look pretty, and I look...not bad, I suppose. And then we're going for a walk. And it's pretty clear tonight. I checked the news. Clear skies-" He stopped himself yet again. What's wrong with me?...A lot apparently. He bit his lip.
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Post by Adriana Call on Aug 5, 2008 22:51:19 GMT -4
A slow smile crept over my features as he started to babble. I squeezed his hand. "It's fine Lysander, really." I was fine with leaving for a walk now, and I rarely got cold anymore. My smile faded slowly as he spoke of the future. His smile was brittle and weak--obviously forced. I stroked his face with a gentle finger. "Lysander, what's wrong?" She couldn't fathom it, she intertwined a hand in his hair, trapping his face between his two hands. She kissed him softly. "I'm here, Lysander. I'll promise I'll always be here."
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Post by Lysander Rousseau on Aug 6, 2008 1:52:27 GMT -4
He felt the pressure from his hand when she gave it a little squeeze. "Ok." He got out of his chair slowly, unsure of himself at the moment. "Nothing's wrong...I do that a lot, don't I? I always look sad...I'm sorry. I'll look happy for you." Lysander tried to smile again. It felt authentic...at least to him. He was thinking about Adriana after all and thinking about her always made him smile. And then he felt her lips on hers. He still couldn’t believe the warmth and softness of them. And then she parted from him. He instantly missed the warmth and softness...it felt like home. "Are you sure? ...I shouldn't have said that. I don't want to get into a long, winding conversation about all the bad things..." He sighed and smiled again. "You know I'll always be here for you. Forever and ever...Let's go." He didn't take notice to the dishes still on the table or the food still left on his plate. He took her hand in hers and led her through the glass, sliding door at the far end of the kitchen that led directly outside.
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Post by Adriana Call on Aug 7, 2008 15:50:39 GMT -4
I smiled, stroking the back of his hand. "Oh, Lysander, that's not what I meant. I don't want you to look happy for me. I want you to be happy." I moved my hand to his face, taking comfort in the coolness of his hard skin. Frowning concernedly, I spoke softly. "You should have said it. You should always be able to talk to me." I meant every word of what I said, I knew his heightened senses would pick it up in my voice. I was always here for him, it was the one thing I wanted more than anything.
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Post by Lysander Rousseau on Aug 8, 2008 0:18:47 GMT -4
"I am happy. I really am. Trust me Adriana. I thought I'd never be happy, especially not with someone else...and then you came along and changed everything. If it means anything, I'm glad I'm a vampire because if I wasn't...I would've never met you. I'm in love with you. You and only you." He gazed at her. "Anything at all, anything you want to know, just ask. I owe you that much." He brought her hand that held his to his lips and kissed it softly. Lysander guided her along a narrow, nearly invisible trail on the dirt ground. The moon overhead acted as their guide, making the path visible. He draped his arm across her shoulders, kissing the top of her head. "What do you see? I mean, what do you see in our future?" He was curious. When Lysander thought of the future, he thought about them growing old together. Something that's never going to happen. It was the tiny bit of human in him that thought that way. But realistically, he saw a future where she would grow old and he would stay young. It was a future he was fine with, ecstatic even. But he knew Adriana didn't see it that way.
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Post by Adriana Call on Aug 8, 2008 0:33:33 GMT -4
I smiled at him, feeling shock ripple through me at all of his touches. It radiated from his hand throughout the length of my body. I wondered to myself. I'd run over the thought in my head so many times it felt like it was already part of my memories. "I see...us." It was true, it was what she'd known for the past few months in her favorite dream. "I mean...you don't have to worry, anymore. I went and asked around about how werewolves react to...well...you know, vampire venom"--I squeezed his hand tightly, feeling him stiffen--"you can't blame me for wanting to be with you forever, but listen. Werewolves don't age, you know, until we stop phasing. Vampire venom is poisonous to us. And I just won't ever stop, it's not like it's hard or anything, because then I'll live forever. And with you. So I see us together forever. It's what I always wanted.
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Post by Lysander Rousseau on Aug 8, 2008 1:54:52 GMT -4
He sighed a sigh of relief when she had told him that his venom was toxic to her and would not change her into a vampire like himself. It meant that he wouldn't have to change her. He didn't think he had to resistance to not kill her in the process. "Well...that's a good thing, on my part at least. I don't think I can handle having to change you." Lysander smiled as he replayed what she had said in his mind over and over. He had never been so happy before. "Together forever. Together forever...," he couldn't help saying it so many times. It felt right to him. It felt home.
A thought struck him. In truth, he was in his fifties. An age where he should be retiring. An age where he should be happily married for a few decades. Lysander breathed in, his throat burning. "Adriana...that pin I gave you. The one my father gave to my mother." He swallowed. "You know that it was a substitute for an engagement ring...what I'm trying to say is..." Lysander stopped and stood in front of her. His eyes never left hers as he bent down slowly onto one knee. "...marry me?" He added quickly, "We don't need to get married right now, or in a few years even. Whenever you feel ready. I've thought about it for a long time. I wasn't sure if you meant what you had said about being with me forever, but now I'm sure. This is a sure thing...you could say no also. I don't want to pressure you. It's okay if you say no." He watched her carefully. He wasn't sure what she would say.
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Post by Adriana Call on Aug 8, 2008 21:34:28 GMT -4
The slow grin that lit his face lit every inch of me. I wasn't a vampire, I didn't have any superpowers. But I felt like I was glowing with the happiness his smile brought to me. As he spoke, I could hear in his voice what he was leading up to. I froze, slightly. I listened to everything he said and all I could think was I don't know. I looked at him, and I felt as if my eyes were the size of oranges. "Lysander...I don't know. I will give you an answer, but I don't know. I feel like...I feel like you do, that this is sure. But I'm only fifteen--I love you but I can't know for certain.
So...let me think. I promise I'll be polite, I will give an answer. I just need to think about it."
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Post by Lysander Rousseau on Aug 10, 2008 20:02:19 GMT -4
I should have expected as much. Lysander stood up slowly, smiling, albeit a bit sad. "I-I understand." He didn't want to admit it, but when she said she didn't know, he thought he didn't hear it right. But he played it over and over and over in his head for all of one second. "Take as much time as you need. Days, weeks, years. It doesn't matter. I just want you to be sure." Lysander knew that this was a good thing. If she would say no, then he knew the burden of destroying her life would lift from his shoulders. She could find someone better then he was. Damn it, what am I saying?! I can't stand being away from her for even a few hours. How can I let her be with someone else...how can I be so selfish? She's not mine...and she'll probably never be mine.
He continued to lead her through the forest along the trail. He couldn't bring himself to look at her. Lysander thought, if he did look at her, then he wouldn't be able to stop himself from begging her to marry him. He didn't want to stoop so low.
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Post by Adriana Call on Aug 10, 2008 21:00:10 GMT -4
She felt the sudden stiffness in his hand and read it in his features. Her heart immediately dropped into an inky black sea deep below her feet. She looked down, praying she didn't cry. She hadn't realized...she hadn't known that marriage meant so much to him. It seemed unfair on her part--shouldn't she consent to be married? Shouldn't sh give him what he wanted, when he had to wait so very long to find who he loved in the world? She sighed. When had things become so complicated? Here was someone she could really be with, and now, as usual, her age hadn't gotten in her way yet again. She just...wasn't ready for marriage. She wasn't even ready to be engaged. She only wanted...she only wanted to make him happy. So shouldn't that mean she should marry him? She wasn't sure on any of the answers to these questions. Sighing, she squezed his hands. Traitor tears dripped onto their clasped hands before she swiped them away. She wasn't crying--not in the sniveling, sobbing sense--her eyes were just...leaking. She wasn't sure how it worked.
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Post by Lysander Rousseau on Aug 10, 2008 21:54:11 GMT -4
He walked in a rhythmic motion, his feet stepping the exact amount of distance of each step. She's not mine, she's not mine, she's not mine... He kept repeating that exact phrase in his mind over and over again. Lysander bit his lip, hard. How could I have been so stupid? I'm so selfish, I don't deserve anything, especially not Adriana. And she's fifteen for God's sakes! I shouldn't feel this way about her in the first place. I'll end up ruining her life, maybe even worst...Ariel had told me to find another vampire to be with...maybe...maybe it's not such a bad idea...who am I kidding? It took only a hundredth of a second to notice the tiny droplets of water on his hand. He turned around to look at her hoping that he didn't give in to himself and beg her. Lysander sucked in his breath. She's crying and it's my fault. "Adriana! Oh my gosh! I'm so sorry! I knew I shouldn't have asked you to marry me. I was so stupid! I-I...I'm sorry. Please." He looked at her as he hugged her tight to his chest. He cold, hard lips kissed the tears away. I did ruin her life! It's all my fault. It's always my fault!
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Post by Adriana Call on Aug 13, 2008 11:40:33 GMT -4
I curled my fingers in his shirt, resting my head on his chest. I smiled to myself. He thought it was his fault, I could read it in every line of his body, in the soft gold of his eyes. Looking up at him, I put a finger to his lips, stopping the flow of words. "Lysander. No. Don't be sorry. I really am glad you asked." I was, it was true. The fact that he wanted me for his wife was both my greatest joy and greatest fear. But I was just so incredibly young...and I was less patient than him. I didn't want to wait three years for my wedding if I'd already agreed to marry him. I sighed. "It's never your fault, love. Never." It wasn't. He was always taking back the impossibly sweet things he said, thinking he'd scared me with his seriousness. And that couldn't be further from the truth: it scared me to know he fell so hard for me, when I could kill him if I wanted to.
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