Thresh simply sat there drinking as he watched her leave. He wasn't going to pry with this one- it was against his nature to do anything by force. When she was ready, if he was gentle enough, maybe he could get her to like him someday. He sighed and leaned back into the couch cushions, thinking. Then after a time had passed, he pulled a colorful cape over his shoulders and fastened it at his throat and disappeared into the night.
-Rae reappeared at the edge of the forest. She couldn't smell him. She made her way towards the bar without a care. She was still wearing the same clothes as she'd left to go and feed again. She had almost feed on him. She reached the door and pushed it open then slipped through the gap and closed the door behind her. She moved over to the bar then behind it to get herself a drink of whiskey. Grabbing the whole thing she moved back to the other side of the bar and then out to the back porch. Finding a comfy lounger she sat down and opened the bottle. Taking a huge swig out of the bottle she sat back and closed her eyes.-
She was correct. Thresh wasn't there, but his jug was sitting on the coffee table in front of the sofa, suggesting that he would return sometime. With as taken as he had been with the container, he would certainly come back to collect it.
-Rae was enjoying the silence. She hadn't even noticed the just sitting on the coffee table. Putting down the bottle, that was now half empty, she pulled out a cigarette from behind her ear and placed it between her lips. Fishing out a lighter from her corset she lit the cigarette and took a drag. She wondered if anyone was going to show up.-
It was a good long while before any sound or scent of him became evident. The skies had gone steel-grey again and a soft, powdery snow began to dust the fauna about the TDD. The fire had long burnt itself out, and in the silence the soft falling of the snow was audible as wet plips. It seemed that he wouldn't turn up- until his jug rattled softly on the table, and in the distance there was a repetitive boing! Boing! Boing!
-Rae woke with a start. Oh god she'd fallen asleep here? She groaned and put down the empty bottle of whiskey. She sat up and pulled out the hair tie then shook out her mass of black ringlets. She then removed her boots and wiggled her toes. She then looked up and noted the snow. She blinked then laughed. She removed her jacket then her corset. Underneath the corset was a pink singlet. She didn't mind someone seeing her in it because she was sure no one would turn up. She laughed at herself and then stood up and stretched. If someone was behind her they would see her massive Phoenix tattoo.-
Thresh had apparently arrived some time ago. He lay similarly sprawled out across the loveseat, warming his bare toes before the fire and sipping from his jug. Beside him was a Pogo stick. Perhaps that was how he traveled about. It certainly was unorthodox, but it seemed to work for the strange man. He set down his jug, retrieved his white silk handkerchief, and coughed violently into it, his brow furrowing in what seemed to be in pain. When he pulled the handkerchief away from his mouth, it was stained with thick, dark blood. He frowned, folding it back up and shoving it in his shirt pocket.
-Rae stopped dead. She'd heard the harsh coughing coming from inside. Frowning she left her stuff outside and made her way inside. She pushed the door open and slipped through the gap then softly as she could she closed it behind her. She silently made her way into the bar. There he was sitting by the fire and looking not so well. She tilted her head and then walked out into the open and just stood there. There was something this guy wasn't letting on and it was frustrating her. She had a soft spot for the weak and the sick. She liked to mother them.-
Thresh coughed softly a few more times before sighing and lifting his jug to his lips again. His face was flushed; whatever it was he was drinking, it could have been the cause for that. He pulled a coat closer to himself and flexed his toes, seeming to shiver. The footprints in the snow suggested he had been walking barefoot for a little while. but not long enough to get frostbite on his feet.
-Rae walked towards him slowly. She was smiling as she walked. Sitting down in a chair next to him she simply looked at him. She would look like a mess. Almost like she'd just finished having sex. She stretched towards the fire also and just sat there enjoying the warmth.-
Thresh had known that she was watching him. Well, not her, personally, but he had this uncanny sense of knowing when he was being observed. He smiled warmly in recognition and perhaps as a greeting and sat back against the love seat. It appeared that he had shaved since their last meeting, for his face was now baby-smooth, and with it he was even more pretty, if that were even possible. His blonde hair had been smoothed down too, and it fell to his shoulders, where it gleamed. He had apparently bathed, too.
He said nothing, though there was a little spark in his eye.
-Rae smiled back in greeting then stood up and walked over to the bar then behind it. She grabbed herself her a drink of whiskey and walked back to the chair. She sat down and took a sip. She now found herself looking at him with a look in her eye. She was interested by him. Something kept her sticking around. She tucked her feet underneath her self and then turned her sight to the fire.-
Thresh eventually threw one leg over the other and leaned forward in his seat, leaning a slim arm on his thigh. He hummed a little tune to himself, a little Celtic ditty his dad's family taught him as a boy in the verdant green land he grew up in. It was a jaunty, happy tune, and his cheeks reddened as he hummed it. It felt like home to him, a place he left to find where his lineage went. He may have been of Sunar roots, though it wasn't sure; only one of the girls his Nan had borne was a blonde, though one had silver hair and was of ill repute.
-She listened to him hum and closed her eyes. She loved Celtic, Irish and Scottish music. It always made her heart sing. She was pretty sure she was born in Scotland to Scottish parents. Her hair was crazy curly and full. She had a pretty face but it also wasn't perfect. Her favorite thing about her was her beautiful green eyes. They were the color of the ocean. She'd never met her parents due to her being taken as a baby. She watched him then said.-