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Post by Dedrallow Omen on Jul 17, 2013 12:18:40 GMT -5
It had been awhile since Dedrallow had stepped into Eacharnach. He had been here plenty of times before, but it wasn’t his favorite places to be. It was crowded and he was known to get into trouble with people. However, he always made his way back to it. As a changeling, he had to keep moving, and at times he returned back here. He had lived here many times before. He could still recognize the houses that he once lived in: Katrina, Jared, Daryl – these are all people that he lived as. He had homes and families (with some of them) and like always he upped and left. It was in his blood. His father had done the same thing to him when he was younger. He no longer resented his father – and at times wondered if he ever ran into him…but Dedrallow has not run into too many changelings in his 600 years. Dedrallow sighed as he walked past the many villages. He saw mothers, fathers, children running around laughing – part of him was jealous, while the other part he didn’t care. He didn’t need anything like that anyway. All he needed was Rouge….Rouge….this was the first time that she wasn’t by his side.
Rouge had been with a medic doctor for the past few weeks, Dedrallow wanted to stay by her side, but the nurses told him that he staying would not get her any better. He was worried sick. Walking around like this, felt so empty. She was asleep. They said that she was reliving the trauma of her past and that they didn’t know when she would wake up – if she would ever wake up. It was a knot in the pit of his stomach. It was his fault. He thought she would be better by now, but yet she still wouldn’t wake up, and here he was walking aimlessly. After the incident with Seragon, they had their way to the village where Dedrallow met Nikita’s brother, but he did not stay long – he couldn’t stay. He left quickly and brought Rouge to Gaothaidh, where some of the best doctors and nurses were at. He knew that she was in the best care, but it didn’t make it any easier on him. Without Rouge…he couldn’t concentrate or thing straight. It was as if not having her by his side was driving him mad.
Dedrallow stopped and looked up and saw a pub just a few feet from him. A drink. That is what he needed. He just needed to forget everything around him. He needed to go back to a place when everything was better. Dedrallow didn’t hesitate to quickly enter the pub. It was already busy, for it was just almost dark, in a few hours’ time at least. Dedrallow made his way up to the bar and motioned for the bartender to give him a drink. Right when he had the mug, he tightened up the grip, and chugged it down. He sat down on the barstool and motioned for another one. Dedrallow loved his alcohol, and when he drank it, he remembered Nikita too. She liked her drinking too. He let out a snicker at that thought. He began to take another sip of his beer, just waiting to drawn out his sorrow. He turned and noticed a girl sitting next to him. The beer was already starting to get to him; he leaned forward and placed a hand on the woman’s thigh. She turned her head (it was obvious she was drunk) and smiled at him. He leaned forward and began to kiss her.
He just needed to forget it all.
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Post by Nikita Lancashire on Jul 17, 2013 13:16:32 GMT -5
Nikita Silver Lancashire Another day, another argument, and another moment of Nikita storming out on her brother. Nikita loved her brother, more than anything, but his frustrations with her protectiveness was starting to cause tension... seeing this Nikita had resolved to simply walk away from the fight before they regretted too much of what they said. The banshee hated fighting with her brother... he was all she had left in the world, if she lost him.... Nikita dared not think about it. With a hard scowl twisted into her features Nikita slammed the door of their temporary home behind them and marched off down the street. They had several places like this to stop and rest whenever they hit a town or city – they didn't own any of the houses, they were just made available to them due to past patients that were ever thankful to her brother, they just had to put up with Nikita as a result.
Usually Nikita would fly away, but ever since the Giant had attacked her in Teumnach so close to their childhood village, the banshee had become ever more vigilant in being on guard – she went several days without sleeping, and during those watches her thoughts often wandered back to the little changeling she had met: Rogue. Her brother had only been able to help a touch in giving her some medicines that would calm her slightly, ensuring that Rogue didn't hurt herself while she was asleep. But other than that... there was nothing he could do. Nikita had felt useless, she knew that Rogue was reliving her pasts terror, the same as she did ever night in her dreams. If she could, Nikita would probably be sitting beside Rogue begging her to wake up... but she could not, Dedrallow had fled shortly after Jon had confessed that there was not much more he could do for Rogue – it all depended on Rogue now.
Nikita even thought about Dedrallow as an after thought. How was he coping with Rogue being unconscious the way she was? Had there been any changes since that fateful day? Had he softened... was he still an asshole.... was he even more of an asshole than before? Or had he completely cracked and lost all sanity because his one remaining tether to reality was out like a light? Ok, the questions were all mostly negative regarding him... but old habits were hard to break regarding changelings, Nikita had never thought much of their kind. However, Dedrallow hadn't been so bad, for a changeling. Rogue was better though.
The banshee halted in her storm, turning to look back towards her current temporary home, considering turning back and working things out with her brother. No! He had taken her care as annoyance, and he had offended her because of it. They both needed time to cool their heads. She continued down the road, contemplating what she could do with her time until such a moment that Jon would realize what he had said wrong. And for Nikita to figure out WHY she had taken it so to heart. Jon was his own man after all, but she had to keep him safe... she had to!
“I can't risk loosing him”, she muttered to herself quietly. Why couldn't Jon understand that? She'd failed to protect their parents, she could not fail him too. No... never! Jon had to understand that!
The street provided her with an answer of what to do with her time until cooler heads would prevail: a tavern. And one of her favorite ones at that. Being a country based on war, bloodshed and horses, there was always patients a plenty in Eacharnarch for Jon to tend to, so this tavern was not unfamiliar to her. She walked in through the door, her wings brushing the door frame slightly. She'd either have a few drinks and go face her brother or drink until he found her when she would inevitably be drunk off her nut and require assistance stumbling back to the house singing various songs she couldn't remember the words to loudly and badly. Nikita may have been able to play the lyre, but she couldn't carry a tune singing wise without a bucket or three.
“Howdy Nate”, Nikita called out to the barman in an 'almost' cheery tone. He wasn't a friend, but he supplied the alcohol with a steady flow whenever she was in town, that made him alright. “Nikita. Usual?” A nod from the banshee meant that her first drink was already waiting for her by the time she reached the bar, hard liquor. It wasn't the tame stuff, Mead, that she carried in her flask all the time... this time she was onto the Rum. Nikita swiped up the mug before resting her elbows on the bar, taking a look around at all the drunk and near drunk faces of the local crowd. One face stuck out like a wolf amongst sheep.
“Well I'll be damned...” she commented, loud enough that he would certainly hear her. “Thought I'd gotten rid of you Dedrallow”.
It wasn't an insult, or a joke... but simply a mild taunt considering their 'history' with the giant. Though now she had opened her mouth Nikita wondered if he would be glad to see her, or simply run again. Nikita would probably run from herself too.
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Post by Dedrallow Omen on Jul 17, 2013 21:50:00 GMT -5
The kiss soon broke up long enough for Dedrallow to reach over and drink another swig of his beer. He was just about to turn back to the girl, when he heard a familiar voice. He turned his head and noticed Nikita sitting not too far away from him. He honestly wasn’t sure what he was supposed to think about it. For a split second he thought he was imagining things, he hadn’t drunk that much, had he? But, his vision was clear and his mind was yet to be cloudy, so he knew it had to be the one and only Nikita before him. He took another gulp of his beer, before placing the empty mug back on the table. He didn’t have to say a word; the bartender quickly came over and filled up his mug once again. Dedrallow took another swig of the beer before looking at Nikita. He was still trying to figure this all out. But, the longer the silence he dragged on, the quicker he knew he had to think of something.
“Ah, Nikita, the feisty banshee from the woods,” he spoke as if she was a longtime friend, as if he had not seen her just a few weeks ago, as if nothing had happened. Wasn’t it better that way? Plus, he was getting a little tipsy anyway – plus without Rouge by his side, he felt like he could drink himself to death, even though that was impossible. Now he felt like this was awkward. For as much as he knew, Nikita didn’t like him at all, the only reason why she stuck around that long was because of Rouge – but now that Rouge was gone, why did she even bother to say hi to him? She could have ignored him. He probably would never he realized that she was here. He was curious about that thought, but he didn’t say anything about that, he didn’t question her motives, instead he took another drink. He shifted his weight, trying to get comfortable. A barstool wasn’t the most comfortable thing. He turned his head back toward Nikita, the silence was dragging on too long, once again.
“How are you doing, Nikita? A long way from home aren’t we?” He asked her as he turned to look at her once again. He didn’t want to start something in the bar, he wasn’t drunk yet, so he wasn’t ready to be thrown out yet. He wasn’t exactly sure what to think about Nikita either; they didn’t hang out for that long, and most of the time they were going back and forth from almost wanting to choke each other out, to being somewhat pleasant with each other. What was their relationship? Was he bound to run into her again? Dedrallow honestly though he would never see her again. He took another few gulps of his beer, he was almost 3 beers in, and he was beginning to feel it settling in. He could hold his alcohol pretty good, so it would take quite a few more before he was dead drunk, which he wanted to be.
“Rouge is doing okay…..well she hadn’t woken up yet….” He knew she was going to ask that question, for she had a soft spot for little Rouge, which so did he. He understood that much. He figured he might as well tell her now. “They said that she just needs time….but it’s been a few weeks….” Dedrallow said in a slower tone, his words slurring a little bit, an obvious sign he was getting tippy.
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Post by Nikita Lancashire on Jul 18, 2013 4:58:29 GMT -5
Nikita Silver Lancashire
Nikita was well aware of the tone behind the greeting she had just received; he had addressed as if she was a lifelong friend, rather than a simple acquaintance. It was better than a simple “you again?” response... considering that they had gotten over their initial animosity towards each other. Feisty was a rather apt description of her: she was rather tempestuous much of the time... though children and animals caused her to visibly soften. Several of the villages that she and her brother frequented had small children that looked upon her as if she were an angel: an angel that protected them from bullies, an angel that brought a healer when their parents were dying so that they would not become orphans. They all knew that she was a banshee, and that her name was Nikita, but the children still maintained the illusion that she was an angel.
Nikita didn't know whether to be flattered by the high praise from such small individuals, or annoyed by it. It wasn't as if she was a saint.
"Anywhere is home. Just because I'm from Teumnach doesn't mean that I actually live there", she responded with a shrug of her shoulders. People had often commented that Nikita seemed to carry the weight of the world on her shoulders... sometimes it seemed all too true. It was an honest mistake to make, thinking that she still lived in the forest. Last time home had been Teumnach, this week it was Eacharnach, next week it could very well be Sgaithte... it all depended on her perceptions of Death.
“Jon's having another one of his sulks”, she added in an afterthought, as if needing to explain why she had found herself in the tavern in the first place – aside from the addictive allure of alcohol. But then again... when wasn't she in a tavern at the end of a day? Nikita would often drink herself silly until Jon found her and insisted that she had had enough to drink.
“Rouge is doing okay…..well she hadn’t woken up yet….”
Nikita remained silent, not knowing what could be said in regards to the little changeling creature that was Dedrallow's daughter. She knew that he would be worried about Rouge... Nikita was too, if she dared to let herself admit it.
“They said that she just needs time….but it’s been a few weeks….”
Nikita nodded slightly. He was worried, as well as getting drunk, she could already hear the slur in his words. Nikita WAS an alcoholic herself, but she was a clued in one; getting did not erase the pain... merely masked it - then it would be free to haunt you again later. Still... the banshee often found herself at the bottom of the barrel.
"She'll wake up when she's ready", she attempted to assure him. Nikita was never very good at assuring people. "Then she will be all over you so much that you will tripping over her".
After a moment of silence the banshee had finished her Rum, slamming the mug down on the bar. "Nate! hit me", Nikita summoned the barman loudly. The barman walked over with a smirk, countering her call with "Alcohol or physical?”
“Ha! Hilarious. Hit me dammit!”
Nate sighed and refilled her mug with Rum before walking over to another drunk customer. She was his best customer, but he still hated seeing drunks in his bar. Thankfully Nikita never caused too much trouble when she was in town... never started any fights, just made everyone suffer with her tone-deaf singing.
“So what brings you out this way?” Nikita decided to ask. “There hasn't been any giants on the loose for you to fight... though there might have been a bear further north”.
Was... was that actually a joke that had spilled from her lips? Nikita stared at her rum wondering about that... she never joked or laughed any more, seemingly humourless. She shifted her weight on her own bar stool... she would have opted for sitting in one of the booths that were available, if it were not for the pesky existence of large feathery wings. Having wings left her with limited sitting options.
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Post by Dedrallow Omen on Jul 18, 2013 22:40:57 GMT -5
“Then you are like me, rather you enjoy hearing that or not,” Dedrallow said as he looked down at his half-emptied mug, “I was born there too. But, I hate that place. Filled with memories I’d rather forget.” Back when he had memories of the day his father walked out on them. Dedrallow didn’t understand then. All he knew it broke their mother and it wasn’t too long before she passed away. At that time, Dedrallow had the sudden urge to just leave. He tempted it many times, before he suddenly just left, without a word, didn’t say anything to his sister. She was different than him. He sometimes thought about her, really only when he was drunk, was she doing well? Did she settle down and have a family? Or was she still blood thirsty and still seeking out revenge? What a sad life. Dedrallow lifted the mug to his lips and let the alcohol poor down his parched thoughts. He didn’t want to remember those days, that’s why he hated going to that place, but sometimes he found himself there. Like he had just a few weeks ago, the day he met Nikita for the first time. He turned back toward her.
“It seems like that happens a lot with you two,” Dedrallow said with a smirk, he could tell that Nikita and Jon were close when he met them in the village. Plus, it was obvious that Nikita’s love for her brother was probably on the same level of the feelings that Dedrallow had toward Rouge, that was probably one of the reasons they had somewhat soft hearts toward each other, but yet both had stubborn cold ways. It was like they were more alike than they both realized. Dedrallow nodded his head when she mentioned that Rouge would wake up soon. He just hoped so. He wasn’t sure what he would do without her. Immortality…he would rather be dead. People for thousands of years always sought out the idea of Immortality and at times he enjoyed it…but there were times he wished he was dead. What was life without Rouge? He was sure Nikita would feel the same if something had happened to her brother.
“There hasn't been any giants on the loose for you to fight... though there might have been a bear further north”.
His concern was quickly stopped when Nikita said that. He slowly turned his head and looked at her, raising a brow. He wasn’t quire she what to think. The Nikita he knew would surely NEVER joke with him. Did she get abducted or something? Was she already drunk? Did Nikita have a twin sister that he didn’t know about? Did she eat something bad and it was making her mind all crazy? All the possibilities went through his head, but he decided to go with it, and not draw attention to it. Something very unlike-Dedrallow, but he wasn’t quite himself lately. Maybe he was hearing things? Who knows.
“Ah, yes, I met that bear. Big ferocious thing, don’t worry, I took care of it,” he said as he gave her a playful wink as he downed the rest of his beer and waited for his refill. On to number 4 and he hadn’t been here for an hour yet. He was just beginning to feel it. “I’m just wandering….there is no particular reason that I’m here. I just go with the flow. I am a changeling, in case you have forgotten, that’s what we do.” He told her as he watched the bartender fill up his mug once again; he took a sip and turned back to Nikita. He remembered his earlier encounter with the girl next to him…he couldn’t help but wonder…
“Odd question, but how many times have you had a hook up while drunk?” He asked with a slight laugh, hardly imagining her the type to ‘hook’ up with anyone. In his opinion, she had hatred for every male alive, except for kids, pets, and her brother, but then again maybe it was just him that she seemed to dislike.
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Post by Nikita Lancashire on Jul 19, 2013 9:41:51 GMT -5
Nikita Silver Lancashire
“I'm 'overprotective and I frustrate him beyond tolerance”, Nikita quoted over the top of her mug, swirling in with disinterest. For once in her life she wasn't really enjoying alcohol, but she was still drinking, she change to something different once she finished this lot perhaps... weaker, or stronger, didn't matter which to her. “But he puts up with me. He doesn't get into nearly as much trouble as I do on my own. He has the fortunate luck of avoiding Giants”.
Nikita glanced at her mug again. Okay, this was certainly going to her head if her lips were being loosened enough to create jokes. Or was it Dedrallow that was causing this? Had her time around him and Rogue softened her to a point of familiarity where she was comfortable enough to make jokes when she was drinking beside him? She only had that kind of familiarity with her brother, this was just.... Nikita was stuck between bizarre and unsettling as a suitable description for what this instance had become. It was unusual to say the least.
“Ah, yes, I met that bear. Big ferocious thing, don’t worry, I took care of it”.
The far corner of the banshee's lips tilted up ever so slightly beyond the Changeling's view, obviously Dedrallow had noticed the jest and contributed his own imaginings to the scenario. Even Nikita could not help but envision Dedrallow actually fighting a bear – the result of said battle remained unanswered though. “Turn into a dragon to scare it off did you?” What was this madness?! She was joking with him as if he was a lifelong friend rather than the simple acquittance that he truly was. What had her time in the forest done to her mind – had the magical forest addled her brain cells somehow? Or was it the Rum? Nikita decided it was the rum and washed down the last of it before calling for a refill of something different. She decided on Ale this time, quietly praying that it not mess with her head either – just get her drunk, not soften her up.
Dedrallow was onto yet another mug of what Nikita could discern was beer just by the smell of it, what number was he on now? Three, four? Nikita was already washing down her third, and she had only been here maybe fifteen minutes. Dedrallow was right: Nikita loved her alcohol, and she could handle her liquor, most of the times. “Let me guess, drinking yourself into oblivion there?” she questioned before raising her mug in his direction in the well known action of 'cheers' before she took a far more modest sip from her refreshment. “Here's to oblivion then!”
The changeling's next question however caused her to almost choke on that mouthful of Ale, coughing and spluttering in surprise. The banshee would not have expected anyone to ask her that, let alone the man she was sitting next to.
“Odd would be one way to put it...” Nikita agreed when she finally managed to subdue her coughing fit. “I'd say that's none of your business”.
A woman that was neither gorgeous nor unpleasant to the eye sauntered over to the pair, making eyes at Dedrallow with a smirk creased upon her lips.
“Hello love, fancy a tumble?” the woman voiced, giving her profession away the moment she opened her lips: whore. Nikita glared at the woman harshly, “Keep walking”.
The whore set her eyes on Nikita, judging her from head to toe. “Give me a coin and I'll leave you two 'love birds' alone”. Nikita raised an eyebrow. Was this what whores were limited to these days? Were they running out of loose men to bed that they interrupted conversations and demanded money just for them to go away? Never the less, Nikita pulled out a single bronze coin, far less valuable than what the whore was expecting obviously, before tossing it across the room. “Fetch”.
The woman scowled at the banshee, but left in order to go find her ill gotten bronze coin. Nikita ignored her departure in favor of her alcohol. “Whores, they breed like rabbits down here, and Knights strut about like roosters”, she commented before turning her attention back to Dedrallow.
“The number is zero”, she finally answered serious. “No hook ups, ever”.
Nikita starred off into the distance for a moment, loosing focus on where she was and who she was talking to as she thought back on her history. Nikita had been so caught up protecting her brother over the years that she had never made time in her life for anyone else.
“Never.... been.... with anyone....” she muttered while she was lost in space before shaking her head to bring her back down to earth, drowning herself in Ale once again just to blame this unusual sense of familiarity on the existence of alcohol in her system.
“Blasted concoction is going to my head...”
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Post by Dedrallow Omen on Jul 19, 2013 10:24:50 GMT -5
Dedrallow watched as Nikita chased the prostitute away. Dedrallow wasn’t able to even open his mouth to say anything. Nikita seemed irritated that the prostitute made a pass at him, which honestly he didn’t mind at all. He wasn’t ashamed to say that he had slept with a few, of course they had to be the best, and not the sewer rats by any means. And the way he was now, he probably would have taken up her offer. She seemed pretty decent, but Nikita had tossed the coin through the crowd and told her to get lost. Dedrallow had an amused look upon his face. He wondered if Nikita did that because maybe she was a little jealous? No. That wasn’t Nikita at all. Maybe, she just hated getting interrupted, or she hated all prostitutes. He didn’t understand why though. They were just doing their job. Having sex for money. That didn’t seem too shabby for him. And for a small second he wondered how much money he could make from that….the thought was quite amusing. He turned back to Nikita when she admitted that she hadn’t had any hook ups ever.
“Oh, really?” He asked her, so his first thought was right; she hadn’t been with a man before. Dedrallow turned and looked at his mug. He had been with countless others. But, he had been alive for six hundred years. Sex wasn’t a big thing to him. He enjoyed it, of course, no matter what gender he pretended to be. He took another sip of the beer. He couldn’t imagine being a virgin, but then again Nikita was a lot younger than he was, so it wasn’t that surprising, that and the fact how she treated people. He turned and looked back at her. “Perhaps you should loosen up a bit, have some fun. Perhaps then you’ll be able to find someone and get rid of that zero streak ya got going on.” It might have sound rude, but he honestly didn’t mean to offend her. It was more like a drunken tip. If he was sober he probably would have gotten his words right. He drank the rest of the beer. Onto number five now. It was really beginning to get to him now. His mind was getting a little blurry. It was getting hard for him to concentrate. He turned to look at Nikita. She was pretty. She wasn’t drop dead gorgeous or anything and her ways were stubborn and she was quick to anger – but overall she wasn’t bad looking.
He took a huge gulp of his fifth beer before he leaned closer to her. “Or perhaps….you wish to get lucky now?” He asked with a smirk. Dedrallow had gone into pervert mode by now. The alcohol had washed away his common sense and the fact he was talking to Nikita of all people. But, it didn’t matter. It could be anyone that was sitting next to him – right? Or was it just because it was her? Dedrallow shook his head. He was always like this. He had come in here looking for a hookup…and there was nothing wrong with her. She was a woman after all and he was a man. She couldn’t be blind to think that sex wasn’t on his mind? It wasn’t as if he loved or anything. She was an acquaintance…or a friend? He wasn’t quite sure. It was as if one moment he could tolerate her and the next he couldn’t stand her. However, it was different now. He wouldn’t dare utter or think any of this if he was sober. He pulled back some, taking another sip, as if he needed any more.
“Unless of course, I’m not good enough,” he said with a shrug of his shoulders. He wasn’t going to force her to do anything; he wasn’t that type of guy.
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Post by Nikita Lancashire on Jul 19, 2013 11:59:44 GMT -5
Nikita Silver Lancashire
No, Nikita was not jealous about the whore that had tried to entice Dedrallow into a session of what the professional rabbits passed off as 'passion', nor was she even interested in Dedrallow in the slightest. The only thing that she had a love affair with was the metaphorical barrel of alcohol that she would undoubtedly find herself in by the end of the night. The only reason she had really chased the woman away was because she didn't like anyone at all; regardless of their species and gender. She didn't like prostitutes, true, but it was still regardless... plus the woman's tactics had been annoying. Nikita was highly irritated that she had to PAY the rabbit lady just to walk away. Honest money her arse.
“Oh, really?”
“Yes, really. If you haven't noticed, I don't exactly like people in general. So it's not likely to happen”, she confirmed, slightly annoyed that her answer had even been questioned in the first place. What did this changeling take her for – a liar?! Nikita scowled into her ale while Dedrallow mulled over the fact that she was, yes, a virgin. In polite society it was possible that Nikita could and might have been married off by now had her foster parents survived the bandit attack. But the reality was that Nikita was an ice queen now and no one dared get close to her, and she refused to let anyone get that close.
Her 'pleasant' behaviour with Dedrallow was the closest anyone had come in a very long time.
“Perhaps you should loosen up a bit, have some fun. Perhaps then you’ll be able to find someone and get rid of that zero streak ya got going on”.
Politeness be damned! Her hand curled tighter around her mug that it actually made a noise that sounded like it was about to crack under the pressure she was exerting on it. Her eyes flickered sideways, waiting, biding her time until he would turn her way.
“Or perhaps….you wish to get lucky now?”
That was the moment she had been waiting for, the drunkard version of Dedrallow had leaned closer and actually asked her if she was interested in a hook up with him? Pervert. Pervert and Asshole! The mug in her hand started creaking even louder that the barman, Nate, actually rushed over and snatched it from her grasp half a second before she would have upturned the contents over Dedrallow's head in a sure fire signal of 'Fuck off asshole'.
“NIKITA!” Nate shouted at her, drawing her attention, slamming her mug down on the bar top, pointing a finger at her and shaking it slightly. “Stop it! You're a good customer, I don't want to have to throw you out too. Don't start anything this time”.
The banshee's eyes followed the lad's finger as he shook it at her, telling her off for even contemplating throwing her drink in Dedrallow's face. You could tell how much of a regular she was just by Nate's reaction to her tempestuous body language. However, her brain was already addled enough by alcohol that she even tried to bite the finger that was waggling in her face. Nate sighed and put her mug back in front of her, asking her more quietly and politely to behave herself.
Nikita relented, simply because the barman had asked her so nicely. And she liked this place, so it was a fair trade off. Behave in order to stay.
The banshee glanced at the changeling out of the corner of her eye. If she ignored all his annoying traits he wasn't bad looking.... NOT that she was interested. And his 'interest' for lack of a better word was no more than drunk lust... right? Right. Nikita picked up her mug and sipped at it quietly, silently regretting her choice to swap alcoholic substance. Ale or Rum, it was bringing the same results in her. Perhaps she should just swear off alcohol all together: that would make Jon's day.
“I'm not drunk enough”, she mumbled into her ale, mostly to herself than anything else.
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Post by Dedrallow Omen on Jul 22, 2013 10:03:12 GMT -5
Dedrallow just watched as she attempted to throw her mug at him, but the bartender stopped her in the nick time. He wondered if she was really offended by what he had suggested. If he was sober, he would never asked her that question. He was feeling the alcohol beginning to take its toll. After all, what number was he on? Five or was it six? Seven seemed like a good number. Part of him took it as a teasing joke when he asked her that, part of him wanted to laugh at her for thinking he was serious, but he was unable to do that and he couldn’t help, but wonder why. He took another gulp of his beer, emptying it and as he waited for the bartender to give him a refill he turned back to Nikita. “Didn’t think you would react quite like that….I really didn’t think it was that much of an asshole of a suggestion.” He said with a shrug of his shoulders, his nodded his head to the bartender and took another sip of his next glass. How many he was going to drink? He planned to do something tonight. If not with Nikita…than anyone else will do.
“I'm not drunk enough”
Dedrallow turned his head over to her, feeling cold, when he heard her speak those words. Now he was confused. First it seemed like she was royally pissed off at the idea – now she is just stating that she wasn’t drunk enough. Drunk enough for what? To take it as a joke or to actually have sex with him? Dedrallow stared at her for a long time. He wasn’t quite sure what he was supposed to think. It wasn’t as if he wouldn’t have sex with her – and the more he drank the more that idea seemed to please him, perhaps it was the same idea with her. To get back for their mutual dislike for each other – then they had to get drunk. He leaned in and pushed her mug closer. “Well, than drink up…” he told her as he took another gulp. She couldn’t get mad if he said that, after all she was the one that said she wasn’t drunk enough. She didn’t say she didn’t want too. So what did that mean? Woman sure were confusing creatures and even though Dedrallow was born a woman, didn’t mean he understood them.
“My Nikita…would you actually consider to do that? I thought you hated me,” Dedrallow said, taking another gulp of his drink, he was beginning to really lose focus. All thoughts and reason were beginning to leave his mind. He had a sudden urge to lean forward and kiss someone, but he held himself back, if he kissed Nikita she would be angry at him – if he kissed someone else – she also might get angry. So he stood still. He knew it wouldn’t be long till he got drunk. He also knew that it probably took Nikita a bit longer to get drunk then him. Pushed his mug away slightly, he was now on his what….eight? He lost count. He would wait for a bit. He turned back and looked at Nikita. At his drunken state, he couldn’t help but wonder if she really did hate him. He didn’t hate her. Sure she was a little bit annoying at times…well a lot of times….but it took a lot for Dedrallow to actually hate someone. If he hated her he would not be drinking next to her nor would he suggest having sex with her.
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Post by Nikita Lancashire on Jul 22, 2013 11:43:56 GMT -5
Nikita Silver Lancashire
Nikita fell upon her Ale as if she had no life to care about any more, her thoughts being lost to past, present and future. Why had she not let anyone into her life? Why?! Nikita knew why... she didn't really hate people, deep down... she desperately wanted to be social, though she could not bring herself to allow such nature because she was scared Nikita was terrified that she would have to predict the deaths of those she cared about before it even happened. She was a banshee... they were doomed to mourn those they loved before the event even happened. Nikita would not let that happen!
The thoughts were all far too depressing for a pleasant variety of alcohol, so she drowned them instead – downing a near full of mug of Ale in one foul swoop. Oh yes, she knew her way around the grog. Nikita rested the mug against her forehead as she closed the barriers within her own mind to banish the past. What was it even like to feel love for someone that wasn't your own blood? True, Nikita knew this already because of the love she had for her foster brother... but her fondness for him was equal to that as if he were of her own blood. But what about one who could have been a lover? A small part of her was envious of Dedrallow for that detail... he had experienced love for another, such care had resulted in producing the loveable creature they both knew as Rogue.
“My Nikita…would you actually consider to do that? I thought you hated me”.
Nikita turned her gaze from him, holding her empty mug away from her head and blindly setting it down on the bar top.
“I don't hate you”, she finally admitted out loud, even to herself. “At least not any more. You... may have... somewhat... saved me from that Giant. I would have been a snack for it otherwise.... and Rogue is, sweet. Very sweet.... I like her. And you're the closest thing I have to a friend... maybe”.
The banshee returned to her mug, placing it to her lips but finding nothing to quench her thirst, turning it upside down to see only a mere drop fall from it and land on the bar top with a distinct splat. “Oh.... NATE”.
“Yes Nikita?”
“NATE”.
“What?”
“NATE”.
“WHAT?!”
“I'm empty...”
Nikita almost snorted with laughter as her favourite bartender practically bashed his head on the wall at her methods of calling for a refill of her refreshment. The fact was, the drunker the banshee got, the more amusing (and somewhat frustrating) she actually became. The tender came over and filled her mug up with a fresh round of Ale before Nikita instantly fell upon it. “Nikita, you will be the death of me one day”, Nate commented offhand before walking away again.
“I don't know what I'm saying anymore...” Nikita mumbled, her words being muffled by the mug itself. It could be said with a fair deal of honesty that the young woman was already turning 'blind', but there was a reason for that: most of the time she was falling upon mead like there was no tomorrow, this time she was drink Ale and Rum, two substances that she was not truly accustomed with.
“I might be considering it... I might not be.. I don't know. It's all alcohol talking now. And I don't know what you are: acquaintance, friend... I don't have a clue... I'm confused”, Nikita babbled senselessly. Some small part in the back of her mind was considering it, but why? Lust? Desire? Envy of those who had the chance and capability of love? Even her brother had told her that she should calm down and settle down... or was that Jon saying he wanted to settle down and that she should calm down? Not that it all mattered right at that instant. She studied her mug for a moment, trying to focus her eyes on it. Was the room swaying... or was that just her? Maybe it was her.
“Maybe I am drunk after all. Fancy that...”
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Post by Dedrallow Omen on Jul 22, 2013 12:11:02 GMT -5
Dedrallow watched her as she spoke on about how she didn’t hate him, admitted that he saved her from the giant, and went on saying that he was probably somewhat of a friend. He was speechless. Dedrallow in a million years never thought that Nikita would say that about him. He remembered their encounter those weeks ago in the forest of both of their hometowns. It was so strange, so surreal, where were they now? What were they? It was like they were on the verge of life and destruction and that the faintest move could tear everything apart, but then could also bring bliss. Dedrallow turned and looked at Nikita. Was those her honest words, or was that just the ale talking? “I don’t hate you, either.” Dedrallow said in a soft voice, “after all you do care for Rouge…and she is my life…so thank you….I know I can be difficult at times…” He said, his voice was slurred and his vision was beginning to get blurry.
“I don’t know either,” Dedrallow told her honestly. He didn’t know what to think about Nikita and the more he thought, the more confused he got. Obviously she was more than just an acquaintance but she wasn’t a lover. A friend? But, yet that didn’t seem just quite right. Maybe there wasn’t any word to define what they were to each other. Maybe it was just the alcohol that was making him say and think all of this at all. Maybe this isn’t what he really felt. Maybe when he sobered up he would regret all of this, but right now he wanted to live in the moment, he didn’t want to think about tomorrow, he just wanted to think about right now. Right this minute. Just him and Nikita. He reached over and finished the rest of his beer. He shoved it away from him this time. He could feel it settling in. He reached over slowly, not trying to scare her off.
“Perhaps….we can figure it out….together…” he whispered to her as he placed his hand over hers. He remembered he did that once before, the night they were in the forest after Rouge was just attacked. It was quick and both of them were startled by it and didn’t know what to think. This was the second time that they had gotten close like this. But, things were different now. He didn’t know why. But, they just were. He let his hand slip up her arm, slowly. He didn’t want her to freak out and push him away. His movements were slow and precise. He waited till his hand was rested upon her cheek, he looked into her eyes. “Don’t think,” he whispered to her, “just follow my lead.” And with that he leaned forward and pressed his lips against her. He knew that could be a dangerous move. Nikita could easily freak out and slap him…but there was a small chance that she would welcome his kiss instead.
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Post by Nikita Lancashire on Jul 22, 2013 13:35:41 GMT -5
Nikita Silver Lancashire
“I don’t hate you, either.”
The banshee nearly snorted in response to that comment. It was plainly obvious that he didn't hate her... otherwise why would he have saved her from the Giant in the first place? If he hated her he might have left her to being a giant snack and having her wings pulled off. However, he had saved her and the young woman was alive in kicking.
Nikita didn't really have anyone to call a friend. She had her brother, and she had the bartenders that she favored because they didn't act as if she were a common drunk (well, maybe she was a common drunk... but she was an honest drunk and paid for every drink she bought... even if she did frequently drink them out of stock). But other than that Nikita didn't have friends. The banshee had left what friends she once had when she and her brother had left their village to further Jon's studies as a healer – Nikita had left everyone behind that day. And now that her system was running on nothing but alcohol she began to wonder: had she left her heart behind too?
“...after all you do care for Rouge…”
“As I said before, she reminds me of myself when I was younger. I just hope she gets better”.
Ale. She needed Ale. And her mug was full of it. Nikita's lips were being loosened and her heart was being softened the more she drank, but the woman knew nothing else other than the drink and try and drown these foreign feelings that were rising up. They were the same emotions that had forced their way into existence back in that forest and she had banished them back then too. Was Dedrallow the catalyst for these emotions? Her head hurt... she was thinking too much. Perhaps she should have tried to kill him back then.... but then again, Rogue. Her thoughts didn't get much further than that when she tried to drown them with Ale again. 'Oh Nikita... what have you become?' her brain asked of her... Nikita didn't have an answer anymore. She was a drunkard... that was all there was to her right at that instance.
“Huh?” she asked Dedrallow when his voice wafted through the haze again, she hadn't been paying attention that time. His hand moved to cover hers lightly, causing her to freeze stock still, which allowed her brain to finally catch up to what he had even said in the first place. “Perhaps….we can figure it out…together…” Nikita didn't even respond as her eyes traced his hand up her arm, slowly and with precision until it reached her shoulder. The feel of his fingers against the skin of her cheek forced her to gaze back at his eyes, his own eyes holding them to his attention.
“Don't think... just follow my lead.”
Follow what lead? WHAT LEAD?!
Nikita's breathing froze within her chest when Dedrallow's lips pressed against her own. Oh... THAT lead. They were light against hers, as if the action itself was asking her a question and her actions were the answer. What was her answer though? Her hand slipped from her mug which was resting on the top of the bar and instead her hand curled to drag her nails against the wood grain, as if she was clawing at it rather than clawing at Dedrallow's face, his face was too gorgeous to claw at. Wait... WHAT?! Ok, that was definitely the alcohol talking! Wasn't it?
The banshee knew this was the defining and deciding moment of what could occur as a result of this temptation that had befallen her lips. This shapeshifter was stealing her first ever kiss from her while she was soaked in alcohol – so to speak. But did she feel like he was taking advantage of her inebriated state? Not.... not really. Nikita didn't know whether she wanted to lean closer or fly away and never return... even her wings twitched in agitation. There was also the possibility of slapping him and going back to her alcohol with a cold shoulder, ignoring him as if he no longer existed or matter. But why couldn't she make up her mind? One side of her was screaming that this was purely a distraction and she should walk away this instant.... the other, the other was falling for temptation.
Everything faded away from her notice as she sat there frozen, unable to decide one way or the other... there was just that kiss. It was all that she could focus on. As if every part of her brain completely switched off her clawing hand relaxed and her twitching wings calmed. Nikita moved her hand slowly towards Dedrallow's chest, thinking of pushing him away.... but she found herself curling her fingers into the collar of his shirt and pulling him closer instead.
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Post by Dedrallow Omen on Jul 22, 2013 14:53:27 GMT -5
Dedrallow was quite surprised when it didn’t seem like Nikita’s initial reaction to push him away. But, was that the alcohol that was talking? Was that why he kissed her? He had actually done it. Dedrallow had actually kissed Nikita. If he went outside right now, he was bound to see some little pigs fluttering around in the sky. It was something that he never thought in a million years would have happened. He wasn’t sure what to do. He didn’t want to move forward if Nikita didn’t want that. He wasn’t going to force her into anything, but it almost felt awkward. He kept his hand upon her cheek, feeling her warm skin underneath. Her lips were soft and a little moist. It was good. He couldn’t deny it. He could feel himself grow hot within. He had kissed many people before, but it was always so simple, but this was just…different.
When Nikita grabbed his shirt and pulled him closer he thought he was going to explode. That was all he needed. That was the answer he was seeking for. With that little movement she made it perfectly clear that she didn’t mind his kiss….in fact it seemed as if she almost wanted more. Dedrallow pressed harder, wondering how much he dared to venture forward? However, Dedrallow pushed all thoughts away as he moved his hand to the back of her head, cradling it in his hand. With his other hand he let it rest on her thigh. Dedrallow now was testing his boundaries. How far did she really want to go? Did she plan to go all the way and have sex with him? He didn’t care. All he could focus on was her sweet sent, her soft kiss, and the tingling feeling running down his body from just simply touching her.
Dedrallow pulled away for a second and looked into her eyes. “Now you’ve done it,” he whispered to her, “I’m not going to stop….until you tell me too,” he said as he began to kiss her lips once again, but this time he opened his lips slightly, but he resisted in pushing his tongue toward hers. He didn’t lie when he said he wasn’t going to stop, but that didn’t mean he was going to go fast, plus he was enjoying every moment of it. However, the wait was too long, and he soon gently pressed his tongue into her mouth and began to kiss her once again, hoping that she would have listened to his earlier advice and just go with the flow and let him take the lead. He knew how to make her feel good.
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Post by Nikita Lancashire on Jul 22, 2013 15:59:40 GMT -5
Nikita Silver Lancashire
Every figure within her highly intoxicated frame was fighting against one another in this new revelation. Half of her wanted to deny that this was even happening, that this was some elaborate inebriated hallucination her mind had concocted of it's own foul accord. Her own brain was fighting her and torturing her... how long until her sanity completely fell apart? Perhaps she should get Jon to examine her... maybe something was wrong with her. Yes, that was it.... no, that wasn't it at all. The other half, while still wanting to deny the truth, made her all too aware that this awkward kiss was rather enjoyable. Certainly Dedrallow had been the one to instigate this event, but Nikita allowed some small part to admit that she liked it. He had been forward with her and direct enough to start it, rather than trying to trip her up and get her to instigate it.
No.... no... NO! This couldn't happen. Her heart had frozen over years ago, she was supposed to be denied pleasure and romance, it was of her own design... Nikita's own choice. This was a distraction... a very.... tempting, almost sinful distraction. She wanted him to stop... wanted to push him away and tell him to walk off a cliff, but the voice that screamed all the objection and what passed for logic was actually being drowned out, her own body simply refused to do what she commanded of it, as if it had a mind entirely of its own. The banshee couldn't even focus on her own mind any more... there was only the kiss. That very sinful... pleasurable kiss.
When Dedrallow finally pulled back she gasped for air, having forgotten to even breath during the time his lips had been against hers, holding her head in his hand as if she would escape at any given moment and fly away never to return. The young woman even noticed that she seemed to be able to focus on him more clearly than she had a moment ago, had that kiss sobered her up? Was she still drunk? Nikita cast her gaze around for a moment and saw the room sway, just as it had been earlier. Yep... still drunk. Perhaps she could focus on the changeling because he was intoxicated too. Who knew.
A few moments later a sensation on her thigh registered within her brain and Nikita took a second to glance down and notice that it was Dedrallow's other hand, and it was borderline intimate. Where was the appropriate line between drunk making out and drunk perversion anyway when it came to hand placement on one's thigh? He didn't seem to be moving it any further at least.... for now anyway.
“Now you’ve done it.... I’m not going to stop….until you tell me to”.
Nikita even surprised herself when she didn't protest and found Dedrallow kissing her lips once again, her hand still grasping his collar, keeping him close. It would have been easy to just raise her hand a little higher and strangle him – but she didn't want to. Every vicious thought that could have risen in her mind where instantly followed with the afterthought of 'But what about Rogue?'. Nikita didn't want to kill him... how were you meant to kill an immortal anyway?
Her frame relax, leaning closer towards him. How far would she allow this temptation to carry? Nikita could have bitten his tongue when Dedrallow pushed his way through her lips, parting them to deepen the kiss, she could not help but follow his lead. Oh merciful gods! It felt good. Screw it... she'd explore this as far as it went, after all it meant nothing to them in the end. They were nothing to each other, were they not? They could simply part company again as they had before... what was one more mistake to add to a whole list of mistakes she was already guilty of. That was if she remembered what happened once she was sober.
This time it was Nikita who pulled back, breaking her silence at last. “Too many people...” she whispered, casting her eyes around the room. The banshee couldn't let anyone know about this mistake... she had a reputation to maintain after all.
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Post by Dedrallow Omen on Jul 22, 2013 22:34:27 GMT -5
“I love you,” he had whispered as he brought her close to him. His words enchanted her, his touch entrapped her, his eyes made her fall into the darkness. She loved him so much, for once she truly loved, probably one of the only times she loved enough. He told her everything he could to get her to be his. She fell into the trap. His words were so tempting and she fell for the temptation. She did not see the true evil behind those deep eyes. She didn’t notice the signs that were all around her. She was too sucked in and there was no way out. Everything was perfect – but that was because she was blind to the truth. He would stay out late, would spend his time drinking, he would abuse her, making her make love to him. The birth of their daughter just made things worse. Even though she hated him, she loved him as well. Every hurtful word, every hit – it all seemed to faze away when he apologized, told her how much he loved her and didn’t want to lose her, the way he touched her….the way he kissed her…
Dedrallow almost had to slap himself. Why, when he was kissing Nikita, did he think about the past? For some reason her kiss and when he was touching her brought him back to those haunting days. He didn’t want to remember about that. That was a long time ago. This was different now anyway. It wasn’t as if loved Nikita. He did not love her. Yeah, she was attractive and he did like her to a certain point - but it was nothing like that, so why did he have that weird flashback? Dedrallow pushed it out of his mind as he tried to enjoy the moment he had with Nikita. He tried to get his mind to go back and to focus totally on her, her kiss, her soft skin, her scent…yes it was working. He didn’t need to think about the past. That was done and over with. Dedrallow had moved on from that, after all that had occurred 400 years ago. This was in the present. Right now, it was just him and Nikita and that was all that mattered. Soon Nikita pulled away and mentioned that there were too many people nearby, did that mean she wanted them to move somewhere more private.
“You’re right,” Dedrallow said with a smile, “do you know a place more….private…we can go to?” he asked her. He wasn’t sure how far she was willing to go. He knew that she had no experience when it came to sex, but that didn’t matter. His urges were screaming and he really had to hold himself back from just jumping on her. That was totally not the right thing to do. He couldn’t really think straight. His inn was too far away, perhaps there was a place closer they could crash and possibly explore a little bit more? He motioned to the bartender and got his mug refilled one last more – he chugged it down quickly. He reached in his pocket and pulled out just enough coins (and a little extra for a tip) and placed it on the counter. Now he was ready. He turned back toward to Nikita, leaned in just a little, and kissed her softly on the lips. Just a quick lip as he jumped off the barstool and grabbed her hand, suggesting that she follow him, after all she probably knew her way around this town a lot better than he did.
“You take the lead madam…..where do you wish to go?” He asked with a small bow and a smile. He was having a little trouble with his balance, but he wasn’t slammed drunk that he wouldn’t be able to walk…at least not yet he wasn’t. He looked up at Nikita; smiled and waited for her take the lead. He shifted his weight as he straightened up a bit.
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