Returning Home (UK_Guy_RP & Loneiysong)

[UK_GUY_RP]

He knew this would be tough; he had almost convinced himself a number of times that this was a bad idea and that he should just turn round walk back to his car and leave. He wanted to and part of him thought that it would be the best thing for all concerned if he did. With every step he took closer to the door with the number 2213 attached, was a step closer to his past and also resolution of the guilt and remorse that had followed him for nearly 10 years now. He had been told by his therapist that without confronting the past and acknowledging his mistakes he would never achieve closure.

His contact before had been occasional and the brief phone calls to check up always very one sided and staid. He could understand why that would be, he was the guy who left all those years ago but he never forgot a birthday and he always tried to visit when he was in town. And so on the Sunday afternoon, on a warm day, he finally made the call asking if he could come see her.

He raised his hand to the bell and rang it, hoping that though the meeting had been agreed to, she had not decided that she was going to teach him a lesson and not be there. He stood there feeling warm in the sunshine in his shirt and jeans, a lean tall man with short dark brown hair, green eyes and a pale complexion from living back in his native England

 

[loneiysong]

RE: Returning Home

Elena looked up. Mom was away. She had not wanted to be there when her ex-husband had shown up. Rightfully so. She frowned and looked up from her bowl of cereal at the door. She frowned and then looked at the door and then back to the television. Standing up, she walked to the door and looked at it up and down. He had always been cordial to her. And it was always awkward. It felt like a great wall had come down and separated them. She watched him get into a taxi at six years old. She was crying, she had begged him not to go but he just looked away and told her to go to her room.

Leaving her alone with her mom. She got the call that he was coming and wanted to talk to her. She frowned and steeled her resolve and opened the door. She was a goth. She loved the dark clothing, black lace, cotton, corsettes. Most of all she loved the boots. She felt like it made her safe. Her long black hair pulled into a braid. Her bangs over her right eye was died a shock blue. Her ears up and down were pierced and there were spacers in her lobes. They were not big but one could easily fit two toothpicks through.

She was wearing black tights and a long black cotton shirt that was held together with a dark red corset covered with black lace. She stepped to the side and motioned him in. She had spiked bracelet around her right hand and a black ring around her left ring finger. It was a poison ring that was a hidden box and little things could be put in there, but not much. On top sat a garnet. She watched him with her blue eye and frowned deeper.

 

[UK_GUY_RP]

He saw the door open, his heart in his mouth as the door moved wider and well - she stood there. He tried to hide his surprise of her appearance, he had seen pictures before and in part guiltily reviewed her Facebook page a few times, trying to reassure himself that that was not stalking at all or even remotely creepy. He face tried to remain smiling, a small smile of nerves and apology, one that hardly transferred to his eyes. He tries to not look her up and down, but his eyes do stray over her taking in the corset, tights, boots and the facial piercings, the rings on her delicate small hands and the pale face looking at him as he stands there at the door.

“Hello Elena” He says in a crisp British accent “Thank you for agreeing to see me today. I know this must be well, you must not really want to see me but I thought in some way I might be able to explain.”

Standing there at the door, looking into those blue eyes, it made him feel such a monster, that day when he left her begging him, crying screaming and him turning his back on her. It had broken his heart on that day and now the same eyes looking at him now, but with a cool air of impatience and irritation. Looking about the neighbourhood and feeling very exposed out here and at risk of having the door slammed in his face as he stands there, he tries again. “Elena, may I come in?”

 

[loneiysong]

"No problem, you might be a dick and an abandoner, but like it or not I am still your daughter, and I guess you have rights. Even pussies get rights." She said in an even almost cordial tone. But her words were the only thing that depicted the rage within. She looked at him and saw him get nervous and squirm. She couldn't help but grin. Good. He deserved it. To be uncomfortable, to not have everything go his way.

"Fine, whatever." Shrugging, she watched him for a little bit longer. Finally she stepped back from the door leaving it open. She moved to the couch and grabbed her bowl of cereal and turned off the tv. She may have been on the verge of disrespectful, but she was not rude. She walked to the kitchen setting the bowl down in the sink and came back and crossed her arms and watched him. Her red lips turned down into a frown of disappointment and a facade.

 

[UK_GUY_RP]

Those words bite home hard, they vitriol that was carried within them hurt him so much. He could not dispute the validity of them however. He had left her here with her mother when she was 6, he had not explained why and whilst trying to remain in contact he had not petitioned for access or any legal right to see her. As such it was all true and her cold delivery, not a hysterical child or an angry teenager but just a cold denouncement was worse than he had expected.

His face flushed from the words and the use of the word pussy in reference to him. It feared him a bit that he was being judged so quickly and without the reasons being understood. But then when you live for 10 years with only the lies that her mother has most probably told her, well it is totally understandable that he was the villain in all this and she the wronged woman. He follows her into the house, his right hand nervously patting his pocket to check he has his cigarettes with him. He watches her tidy up her bowl and thankfully turning off the blaring TV, the house is clean and pleasant, pictures of a life all about him showing various events and milestones. A Life he walked away from and now is trying to justify to Elena.

He stands before the sofa watching her stand there that frown, so like her mother’s on her face. Her arms folded over her breasts and her eyes on him awaiting him to say something.

“Look Elena.. Its umm difficult to explain, you see… “ He reaches into his pocket and pulls out the pack of cigarettes there, playing with the packet in his hand as he tries to find the words to explain. “can I smoke in here?” he asks

 

[loneiysong]

"Hell no you cannot smoke. Do you see any ash trays around?" She rolled her eyes. Maybe this was a bad idea. "Look, if you want to smoke, you can leave. This is a non smoking house." She turned and began to walk to the door that they had recently gone through and opened it and looked at him and glared. "Get out." He had done everything wrong. Trying to fill her house up with carcenogens that she used herself, but had the common decency not to put her mother through. She watched him and glared as he stood there. "Get the fuck out now." She barked at him. Her cold facade melting into raw hurt. She knew she shouldn't have allowed him in here. She then walked out onto the porch after grabbing a black sachel and walked out to an old beater and sat in the car and watched him.

She was so angry. Tears rolled down her face. Why was she angry? Honestly? Was it because that he walked into her house and was so disrespectful as to pull out a cigarette before asking if he could smoke? Maybe. Elena wiped her eyes on a tissue and swallowed. She was so angry that he was just the coward that her mother made him to be. She cleared her throat and started a timer. He would give him about a minute to leave before she called teh cops. She swallowed her hadns trembling as she watched her cellphone. She didn't want to see him in her house anymore. The images of him holding onto his leg and howling for him, were just too much. She swallowed and tried to regulate her breathing but it was not going so easily. He was down now to 30 seconds if he hadn't already left. She bit her cuticle on ehr thumb and watched the door.

 

[UK_GUY_RP]

He watched her reaction to the request to be allowed to smoke, the flare of indignation and her look of pure contempt. He reaction was extreme in the least but he guessed it was that or any other minor affront he offered her, after all this was a waste of time. Such a waste of time, obviously after 10 years of lies and him painted as the bad guy, he stood no chance here to get a fair hearing and be able to put his side of the story. A long flight, shitty flight at that, and no sleep made him lose his temper.

He saw the door flung wide and her disappear out of it,”Fuck…Elena”!” he called but it seems that that feel on deaf ears out there and he was left alone in the house. Fuck this he thinks, she’ll be made to listen if I have to grab her and scream it at her in the street. He pushed the packet back in his pocket. He stepped out on the porch scanning both sides of the pavement to see if he could see which way she had run. Nothing, no one about this afternoon and he was at a loss. Then the movement in the car caught his eye.

There she was, seemingly intently watching her phone, no doubt calling her mother or her boyfriend about this arsehole father who just showed up here. He walks over , the intent to pull her out and explain, hold her and explain until he has said his piece and then he can just leave. He gets closer and sees her there, eyes down looking at the phone, but wet and cheeks stained with tears.

Reaching the car, he bangs on the glass..”Elena.. Im not leaving until I have spoken to you,…I don’t care who you call I am going to say my piece. ” His words firm and with authority looking directly at you through the glass, trying to make eye contact from about a foot away.

 

[loneiysong]

She rolled down the window and looked at him. She looked at him and then to the car. She then looked up at him. "Get in, I don't you around my home. I will take you someplace else where you and I can smoke." She unlocked the passenger door. Besides, she would have the control of the situation if he went with her in her car. Worse case scenario, she could ditch him somewhere that wasn't her home. She looked up at him and frowned to the door. "First lock the door and then get in."

Elena took the second that he walked back to the house to wipe her eyes and fix her make up so she didn't look like a total wreck. She started the car and turned down the music that she had been blaring when she last drove her car. She leaned back adn watched him. She wanted to forgive him, to have a normal father daughter relationship, but she felt that he had kept a space between them for so long that to move across the chasm would be a dangerous feat that not even the bravest could transverse. Sighing, she leaned her head back adn put on her sunglasses and watched him and cleared her throat putting her phone away and into her purse and looekd at him.

 

[UK_GUY_RP]

She rolled down the window and looked at him. She looked at him and then to the car. She then looked up at him. "Get in, I don't you around my home. I will take you someplace else where you and I can smoke." She unlocked the passenger door. Besides, she would have the control of the situation if he went with her in her car. Worse case scenario, she could ditch him somewhere that wasn't her home. She looked up at him and frowned to the door. "First lock the door and then get in."

Elena took the second that he walked back to the house to wipe her eyes and fix her make up so she didn't look like a total wreck. She started the car and turned down the music that she had been blaring when she last drove her car. She leaned back adn watched him. She wanted to forgive him, to have a normal father daughter relationship, but she felt that he had kept a space between them for so long that to move across the chasm would be a dangerous feat that not even the bravest could transverse. Sighing, she leaned her head back adn put on her sunglasses and watched him and cleared her throat putting her phone away and into her purse and looekd at him.

He walked back to the door of the house, his pace slow, he wanted to take his time here and consider how things were panning out. He could see she was upset and very hurt, the behaviour in the house, seemed an act and she was trying to push him away. Anything he had done would have provoked a reaction he suspected and as such he wants to let her take the lead, so if a road trip in her car is what she needs, he will accommodate that desire.
His sense of smell aware of the salt from her tears as she open the window and his could see she had cried as she sat there before, he gives her the time she needs to recompose herself in the car, his back to her as he pulls the door shut and then checks that the catch has taken and it cannot be reopened.
He turns and walks back, partly expecting her to speed off as he approaches, after all he is the guy who left her, perhaps the irony of leaving him here would appeal. He is grateful at least as he reaches for the handle on the passenger side and opens the door, his hand relieving the hip pocket of his cigarettes before he gets inside.
“so where we going?” he asks more for conversation that actual curiosity in the destination.

 

[loneiysong]

Elena watched him. She swallowed adn watched him close the door. She looked at him and then shook her head. "You will see." She started the car and began to drive. Watching the road, she looked around. She then drove to a Japanese style outside tea garden. She parked outside and got out grabbing her car and locked the door.

She kept her purse that held her tome, close to her. She then walked to one of the tables. Sitting down, she looked over the Japanese gardens and then looked at him and then bit her lip and then folded her hands in front of him and just continued to watch him. She tehn motioned to the waitress and held up two fingers and then looked back at him.

"You can smoke here." She said as she pulled out a cigarette adn held it between her lips adn watched him.

 

[UK_GUY_RP]

He watches her drive, not saying much just observing her as she makes careful manoeuvres through the town and seeming heading in a clear and definite direction. As the town passes him by, he looks out the window, he has come this far and she is at least talking to him but he still has to explain. His thoughts flow, how do you explain the impossible? How can he expect her to believe a word of his story and the reasons for his leaving, after all if he heard it himself he would just reject it as complete fabrication.

His inward reflection is interrupted as the engine is silenced and he looks again at his surroundings, a peaceful setting, nicely set out and very discrete, the open air seems like a good idea and he notes here there are ash trays much to his relief, he opens the car door and follows his daughter to the table, noting her casual acquaintance with the waitress and assuming this must be a place she comes frequently.

He sits at a table and watches her take out a cigarette, smiling slightly he leans closer and sparks his silver lighter holding it to the end for you. “thank you… thank you for giving me this chance.” He looks at her blue eyes, pools of sapphire there, wondering how he can share this burden with her.

 

[loneiysong]

She saw him smile as she went to someplace public but also in the open air. She smiled adn then looked at him as he lit her cigarette and then she turned her head away as she blew out smoke and winked to him. "Thanks." She sighed and leaned back and put her cigarette in her lips and waited for him to explain. When she saw he was struggling she shrugged.

"Just start at the beginning. That is good enough." She said and watched as a woman in a kimono came and set down a tea pot of green tea and savory treats down in front of them. Elena looked at her and smiled broadly and bowed her head a bit. "Arigato." She muttered to her and the girl in the kimono smiled and walked away.

She reached out with chopsticks and grabbed a dumpling and moved it to her hand and picked it apart waiting for the tea to steep and waiting for her father to begin his explanation. She chewed on the hot steamed delight and watched him carefully.

 

[UK_GUY_RP]

He pulls out his packet and opens it carefully, trying to shield the contents from her view. The fingers locating the item he wanted and extracting it and placing it to his lips, he uses the lighter again and inhales, savouring the smoke into his lungs. He watches her exhale and for a moment sees her as a woman, that look the cool calm and in control smile, that wink as they both share in a bad habit. The smoke blown from his nose away from you he rests the cigarette on the ash tray and plays with the lighter in his hand.
He watches the server approach and how you handle the situation, again a flush of pride whelms in him. How well balanced and mannered she is, how she seems to have grown into a good person despite the shitty life he left her and her mother too.
He breathes deeply and sighs, taking the plunge.

“I am not sure what your mother told you about me or why I left but I can tell you it is certainly not true. She has no idea of the real reasons and can never know this… “ He looks at your blue eyes hoping this will somehow be agreed, that the secrets we are about to share is scared.

“What I am going to tell you might sound insane and that I am certifiable, but it is true and there are ways that I can prove that.” He reaches for the cigarette, taking a long drag. “I left because I was putting you both in danger, my very being there was such a risk to you both I knew I had to leave. You see there were some .. umm… men who were coming to try and kill me and in fact would kill anyone who was present or associated with me. “

He watches you not expecting such a dramatic story to be heard and his hand shakes slightly as he tries to read your reaction.

 

[loneiysong]

Elena watched him and canted her head. He was trying to keep things from her. She looked at him and canted her head. She watched him and then takes a puff of her cigarette and taps it into the ashtray and frowned at him. "Yea, there is a lot mom never told me." Suddenly her magical tome felt extremely heavy in her bag that was still trapped across her breast. She looked back into his eyes and frowned. "I won't tell her though if that iswhat your worried about." She raised her cigarette to her lips and inhaled and let it out slowly.

As he spoke, she poured him a large mug with no handle of green tea and poured herself one and wrapped her hand around it and watched him. She drank and frowned. "Why were you being hunted?" She looked at him and frowned. Her eyes believed him, becauase when you reached puberty and were floating a foot off the bed you believed in the wierd. Or when you got incredibly angry and things started happening before you learned control. She sighed adn took another inhale of her cigarette and let it out wondering what his excuse for being hunted was.

 

[UK_GUY_RP]

His eyes flick up and widen as you use the word hunted, he wondered how could she know that.. he didn't say hunted he said they wanted to kill him. Again the thought of her being his daughter is succeeded by the recognition, the young woman in front of him is very intuitive and seems to be comprehending more than his words alone are communicating.

“You see.. I am not all I appear to be” He modestly glances down at himself.” I am not like other people and that makes me a subject of interest to the erm hunters.” He glances round and sees no one is looking or that they can be overheard. “you may think I am crazy but I am a lycanthrope” he assumes that word means nothing to her and so he presses his explanation “I am a werewolf, not one of those stupid ones from the twilight rubbish but a honest to the moon one and that makes me the enemy of certain people”

He expects a reaction, certainly he expects her incredulity and perhaps scorn or mocking but he finally explained.

 

[loneiysong]

She looked at him. She watched him carefully and crossed her arms a bit and looked at him. She continued to listen. Elena leaned back and sighed. She raised a mug to her lips and took a drink and shook her head. "That explains so much." She said after he called himself a lycanthrope. She then shifted and then pulled out her tome and opened it flipping to a werewolf on a page with the explanation of werewolves on the page opposite and turned it to him. "I have been having dreams every full moon since I could remember I have dreamt of a wolf.

She then put the last of her cigarette into teh ashtray and downed the tea and poured another and leaned forward her eyes bright in excitement. Her voice dropping to a whisper. "SO can you change at will, or do you need the full moon. Were you bitten or birthed." Bitten meaning the change was exchanged through bite or birthing, sometimes when a werewolf had a child, the child would exhibit werewolf traits.

 

[UK_GUY_RP]

The explanation is out there and he watches her response, she seems calm at first and he presumes she is humouring him. Then she produces a book, placing it carefully and with reverence on the table between them. His pulse quickens, his senses flair in its presence, he can sense its power and authority. His eyes widen as she opens to the pages depicting my species and then responds, revealing she has dreamt of a wolf her entire life.

He looks again at her realising slowly he does not know or understand this person at all, he expected a young girl, smart and confident but he is in the presence of something far more. He looks at the pictures, the ink drawings subtly alive on the page and displaying the full form of the werewolf.
“I change at will, I can control my impulses most of the time but the full moon is the height of my power, I have to change then it’s like a burning to be out of human skin at that moment. I need to become my true nature, feed and worship the Moon.” His eyes flick upwards as he mentions the Moon, so much more than a satellite, it is his power and his mother.

“My mother died when I was born, complications of the birth. My father was a lycanthrope as was his before him, I was fostered at an early age as my father was a dangerous man taken to the bottle and fighting, so I hardly knew him. They found him dead in the street the victim of a ‘robbery’ when I was 13. The male line has been birthed lycanthrope for generations and we have been hunted as such for as long.”

He looks at you and again starts to reach for the book but shies away at the last moment. “Elena, these powers, do you understand that this is exceptional… I have met witches before but the power in this book… where did you get it?”

 

[loneiysong]

Prod a smiled and nodded and looked at the book. As he confessed of his parents, she reached out and took his hand. She flushed with the surge of power and old world magic as their skin touched. "I am sorry about your parents. I know what it's like to have a father you don't know. But I can't imagine what it would be like to loose him in death." She removed her hand and looked at the book as he began to talk about it.

Running her fingers over it like it was a lover, she swallowed. "I found it the day I began to go through puberty. The pages were blank and I have been filling it. It has kept everything I write and always is a few pages from the end. It's like it keeps adding pages for me. Like it will never end. It always fits in whatever bag I put it in. And it's never heavier than a small journal. I have been writing spells and things I find out about mystical items." The pages were soft like parchment but thick and sturdy like linen. "This book and I, I am not sure but I am it and it is me. We share the same soul."

Looking at him she smiled and gently shut the book and put it away. "I know your not asking, but I will help you however you need me to."

 

[UK_GUY_RP]

He winces as she talk about growing up without a father, he knows it was his choice to leave, the intentions were good and his motive was to protect his family. However he cannot get over the fact that he could have stayed, there was no guarantee they would have found him. He has affected two lives, two people he cared about because of his fears.
He feels that surge her touch, the hair on the back of his neck prickling as if a storm was approaching . He feels his blood flow quicker, his senses sharpen, the scent of the jasmine, the aroma of the tea and the smell of the smoke sharp in his nostrils, his eyes sharpen and flash in gold. Looking down he watches her painted fingers touch him and then withdraw to the book, he feels a pang of disappointment.
He nods and listens carefully as she describes her discovery and the magical relationship with her book, he has heard of such things, the magically gifted often are sought out by such items, part of the realms in which the inhabit defies the mundane law of normality. “I can sense the book now, it has a presence and certainly has power, it is teaching you as you feed it..”
Then she shocks him deeply, the offer to help him is unexpected and certainly not the purpose of his visit here. “I am not here to ask for help. For the first time in about 10 years I have stopped running. Last May in Prague, I found them, the hunters I turned the tables on them as they sought another of my kind. I killed one outright and crippled the other, it was not without a price the person I went to save died but I avenged her.” His look is haunted this is not told with pride or arrogance but with sharp regret and pain. He absent minded rubs his shoulder, where the bullet shattered his collar bone.

 

[loneiysong]

She frowned as he talked. Talked about being hunted and suddenly he began to rub. Something deep inside her told her that he had been wounded. Biting her lip, she looked up at him and frowned. "That wound must hurt when you shift. Did you get it looked at?" She wanted to reach out and touch him again to feel that connection. To feel that warmth shoot through her. She blushed and laid out the money for the food they had consumed and she stood up and looked at him.

"Let's go for a walk. You can tell me more." She shifted and turned walking toward the start of the path in the gardens. She felt scared and at the same time calm. Something in Elena told her that every emotion and want running through her was perfectly natural. When he came close, she stepped forward and reached inside his shirt with her hand and touched over his wound. She gasped feeling that very same connection only a bit more stronger. She gently looked at him and shut her eyes replaying the pain he suffered in her mind all the while the magic making her body undergo strange signs. On her forehead, where her hair covered, the supernatural sign of the moon appeared in bright blue that only people who were of the supernatural world would see. But her father would begin to smell the after affects of magic on his daughter, she was becoming aroused.

 

[UK_GUY_RP]

“It was hard to get help in Prague, the town is not friendly to strangers with bullet wounds and I could not explain what had happened and why the police had a severely injured man and one torn apart lying in the street and so I ran. I made it out the city and to a friendly safe house in a village, there a healer helped me but it has not healed as well I liked.” He lifts his arm up and demonstrates that the mobility is not as it should be and the flash of pain on his face tells her even more.

Seeing her move quickly with her decision to leave, he extinguishes the cigarette and stands. He move around the table to join her and follow her lead to the gardens. Her abrupt stop and turn catches him off centre and he stops very close to her. The senses heightening again as he feels power flow and magic start to happen, he glances about quickly checking they are unobserved and as he does the hand slips inside is shirt to his damaged shoulder, the metal fragments retained within and bones poorly healed. The heat of the touch astonishing him and the burning touch expanding and coursing through him making his lupine heart stir. He sees the blue glow, the mystical symbol that his kind worship appearing and the scent of magic coalescing about them. “what are you doing? Elena…. not here…” he whispers.

 

[loneiysong]

She curled her fingers around his shoulder pressing her palm against his shattered clavicle. She stepped closer and pressed her forehead against his shoulder and shut her eyes. She saw him get shot and hurt. She shivered feeling the moon magic channeling through her forehead, through her body, and out of her hand. He began to feel the bones slowly shifting and churning to their proper arrangement. The pieces of the metal were pushed to the surface. The metals pouring through the pores and into her hand. She felt the heat building within her. Her arousal was making her scent more pronounced to him. She pulled her hand away when the bone was healed and she blushed harder.

Looking up at him, she smiled with a blush. Holding out her hand that was against him, was the bullet. She swallowed. "Your collar bone is now healed and attached. I even repaired the torn ligaments." She smiled and looked at him. Elena blushed and shivered wanting to touch him again. There was a bond with him. A bond like when she used magic from her tome. She began to walk through the garden. "This place is safe. I perform my magics here for the full moon. The woman who owns this property, is blind and senses beauty." She smiled adn then curled her hand through his as she began to walk and pulled out a cigarette and walked with him just holding a cigarette between her lips.

 

[UK_GUY_RP]

He feels the power in him, the tissues and bones moving and reconnecting, the muscle lost during the recovery returning to his shoulders and he feels powerful. The pain from the metal inside him dwindles and he feels it moving out of his body as she holds it in her hand there. He looks at her, her head on his shoulder and the amazing feelings that course his body, the scent of her, it’s so fresh and so arousing him, he feels his member thickening and growing as she makes contact with him. No conflict of emotions in this, he is well aware this is his daughter but also he is aware that as creatures that transcend the norm, they are free of guilt or mortal arbitrary rules. He desires her now but the moment is not right, he wants to make things right first with her.

As she steps away and the moment of connection lost, he calms his thoughts but he can still sense her attraction to him. The bullet in her hand he takes and smiles “Thank you, that means a lot you healed me and shared your power like that. I have never met a young person as powerful as you in all my travels, you are remarkable!”

He takes her hand and walks through the garden with her. He offers a light to her cigarette and opens his packet to take one for himself, inside are two rolled joints also, that this time he is not shy about hiding.

 

[loneiysong]

She smiled and blushed softly. She bit her lip and watched him take the bullet. "No problem, I am happy that I could maybe..." She shook her head. What Elena hadn't said was prove her worth to him. She smiled at his praise and blushed gently. "Thank you, that means a lot to me. I just follow my instincts. Another trait that I hear you wolves have in abundance." She said as he took her hand and shivered feeling that instant connection again. Each time that they touched, it felt like they were being woven together tighter and tighter. With the same thread. She looked at him and smiled leaning forward and puffed on her cigarette until it lit and pulled back and looked at her dad. Seeing he had joints, she blushed.

"Do you smoke many of those?" She asked not judging. She moved to the bridge overlooking the kois and smiled. She smoked her cigarette enjoying the air and the water below her. The creature of earth beside her. She smiled and reached and took hold of a medallion adn ran her thumb over it and looked at the fishes and smiled as they frolicked and played with each other. She looked at him and smiled and ran her fingers through her short black hair and watched him.

"Thanks for coming an seeing me, even if it is for one last time." She looked down. She always got down after she used spells and got sick. Elena looked down and ran her fingers along her cigarette and took in a deep breath and shut her eyes and blew it out gently.

 

[UK_GUY_RP]

He holds the bullet in his hand, it is the same temperature as his body and feels heavy and cumbersome. He looks at it for a moment, “I guess I should consider this my good luck charm, after all it has brought us together and you understand that I was in danger and my leaving was not just a whim or some selfish act. You are amazing Elena, I am so lucky to have you as my daughter.” He moves closer as if to kiss her but hesitates and then moves back. He looks a bit surprised at his near act of intimacy. His mind racing, wondering what are these feelings, is it residual magic from her gift that is making him think and feel like this, is it his desire to be accepted by her or is the approaching full moon affecting him already.

He looks at you as you joke lightly about instinct and wonder if somehow she had just guessed his intent then or she was talking about something else entirely. Her blushes and the way she keeps glancing at him through her dark fringe of hair, those blue eyes turned upward, the pout of her lips and the suck of her cheeks as she inhales the cigarette.

He stands there in the framing of the elements about her presence, even nature is naturally aligning to her, she truly is a spirit in balance and at the entry point of her true power. He desires to help her, to explain all he understands and for one mad moment he considers asking her to go with him but he knows he cannot put her in harm’s way, not her, his only child now.

Shaken from his thoughts, he looks at her “I smoke them for medical reasons, my shoulder hurts..” he rubs the area you just touched and gives a wry smile that opens into a grin “well I guess I don’t have that as an excuse any longer… so I guess I just like to get a high” he winks and nudges her shoulder , the contact brief but electric again, the moment between them as he jokes with her, perfect. But it crashes moments later at her words.. ”what do you mean last time? “