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 Posted: Sun Jul 20, 2014 8:32 am
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Lying in bed, wide awake, Isaiah felt anxious. He could feel the typical rumble in his body; the desire to find a female and quell his urges, and it was slowly growing stronger with the presence of the pretty little flower spirit he was sharing his home with. Spring was still two weeks away, so he still had time to get himself ready, but he was still pretty nervous. Two weeks was still a lot of time for his body to trick him, to make him believe things he didn't want to. Spring was all about finding a life mate and marking them as yours forever, and vice versa. He'd come so close once already, and he didn't want to make that mistake twice. Rolling onto his stomach and burying his face into his pillow, the morning songbirds began to sing. It must have barely been after half five but Isaiah felt wide awake. So he did the only thing he could think of; got ready for work.
Walking down the streets this early in the morning was always interesting. There were creatures that wouldn't show their faces during the day slinking back home. Most could disguise themselves as the garbagemen who worked before sunrise, or street cleaners who made the town shine while others slept. The more nefarious folk that could not disguise their disfigurement used the night to their advantage, like Isaiah used to in order to find a companion for the night. Now though, he used the cool dawn air to clear his mind and calm his body. A shadow would move and his eyes would snap in that direction, expecting to see a raven haired woman with skin like fresh cream, only to spy a cat or some other small critter, his inner wolf growling. She wouldn't show up here, not this side of town. Not after everything that happened - she didn't even know he lived in the majestic condo that overlooked the city. Reaching the club, Isaiah went down the side alley and let himself in through their side door. He liked the club in the early morning; the cleaning crew were usually still hanging around and their idle chatter as they swept away the stench of last night.
Speaking of last night, Isaiah smiled a little. Aiyana had eaten with them and even smiled when they explained what was going to happen later in the morning when the plants were delivered. The wolf felt a pang of guilt for not staying longer to wait for his pretty flower to wake up (and the wolf had to shake his head to get the possessive feeling to leave his mind), but Helena would go over in a few hours to keep the woman company. Still, the way Aiyana had smiled at him before she left for bed made his skin warm. He needed to get rid of any urges before heading home. Almost as if Helena knew he'd been thinking of them, Isaiah felt his phone vibrate before the ring tone sounded. It was barely half an hour since he'd left home, what could he have possibly done wrong so soon? "Yes, dear sister?" He answered in a sickly sweet way, the Cheshire cat grin even audible in his voice. "I know when I said you had to go to the club, I didn't think you'd go this early! Aiyana woke up and found you weren't home. She called me and sounded worried." Sighing as he stepped into his office, Isaiah felt the guilt knot his stomach now. "Aristoo will be here before sunrise so he can leave by early dawn. Can you explain to Aiyana that my meeting was rescheduled to an earlier time and I had to prepare? I know it's a lie, but I don't really want her to find out about Aristoo until..." Trailing off, the siblings knew the spirit would one day need to meet the vampire, and seeing as she was the kind of woman he went for, even Helena whined gently. Getting an okay in reply and a good luck, Isaiah hung up the phone as the clubs head guard appeared at the office door. Helena has obviously explained the situation and had wanted the guard around as a just in case.
Over in Helena's apartment, the sleepy female put her mobile on the bedside table and yawned in a very unladylike manner. She had forgotten the ridiculous time the vampire would need to show up and had forgotten to tell Aiyana. Pulling on jeans, a tank top and knitted cardigan, Lena reasoned she would eat at her brothers and simply brushed her teeth and hair, putting on simple shoes on her way out. Using the elevator as a kind of passageway to her brother's apartment rather than crossing the roof (it was still slightly dark and cold outside) Helena called out to Aiyana as she entered the living room. "Aiyana, sweetie? It's just me. " Beelining for the kitchen to make herself some porridge, the woman turned when she could smell Aiyana join her. "Hey~ I'm sorry about Isaiah not saying goodbye this morning, the man he's meeting can only get in super early so he had to quickly go in. If you want breakfast let me know. There's plenty of food so.. sing out yeah?" Giving a shy grin, quite unsure how to actually act around another female, Helena made breakfast in silence, and ate in silence. In fact, it wasn't until the sun was lighting up the living room in a warm glow and the morning traffic began to grow in noise that Helena spoke again. "Isaiah... is very set in his ways." Her sentence came out of nowhere, and the woman walked over to the windows that looked out over the city. "While he can be a selfish idiot and often forgets how others feel, he is very much a creature of habit. Bad habits mind you." There was a look on her face that was between pity and unease. "Isaiah keeps up these habits to keep people out these days.. It hurts to see him in this self destructive cycle, but I don't know what to do anymore. She destroyed my brother four years ago and he is still suffering. I'm hoping your presence will be the right shock he needs to get his s**t together." Helena's emotions had ranged from sad, to pained, to angry and finally hopeful. It was odd to hear the petite woman swear, but it oddly fit in with what she was saying. The relief on the womans face for finally getting everything off her chest was obvious, but it was broken by the phone near the elevator ringing: the flowers were here.
The service elevator was used to get the plants to the roof, and the delivery guys were surprised to find out it would be the petite females who would do all the lifting. It took Helena a lot of ushering to get the men to leave, the less than attractive burly males trying to impress the females, and they only left when the brunette began to growl. From there, the ordely business side of Helena came out, and while she let Aiyana get away with some plants inside the house (mostly confined to her room along with a few potted plants dotted throughout) the majority were put on the huge rooftop area, creating two small grottos for Aiyana to escape to, and a herb garden for Isaiah to learn to care for. Isaiah had spent the last few hours talking with Aristoo, and with an old aquaintance. Now though, he was in the lift, regretting the last half hour but feeling less on edge. Rubbing his face, business shirt untucked and jacket over his arm, the wolf dragged his feet as he entered his home and stopped in his tracks. His home smelt fresh, clean. There were a scattering of potted plants inside now, and making sure the woman hadn't filled his home with greenery, he made his way to the roof. Tired and feeling like trash, upon seeing Helena watering the new plants with a happy Aiyana moving through the flowers and small trees, he felt a little better. He still didn't really want to be sociable at the moment, so he stood to the side to watch. He didn't really like this much change in one go, but at least it was a functional change.
||o.o.c;; DID IIIIIIT ouo sorry I ended it suddenly, my next post is going to be filled with Lena and Isaiah talking >< maybe have Aiyana show him around her plants or whatever? XD Lena will steal him away at some point ||
edit: added in their clothes now I can get on my laptop!! Yeah!!
#4C787E - Helena talking #99C68E - Helena thinking Winter Casual
#463E41 - Isaiah talking #98AFC7 - Isaiah thinking Casual Business
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Posted: Sat Aug 02, 2014 2:31 pm
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Reassured by hearing Helena's voice on the other end of the line, Aiyana calmed down a bit and hung up when she was promised that the wolf would come over soon. The flower spirit retreated back to her room and loved on the blue lupin, cooing over it and smiling happily when it bloomed for her. It reminded her of the siblings, somehow, though she didn't know anything about scientific names or the like. But if she had been allowed to bring just one flower home among all the hothouse blossoms, she would have brought home the little plant that had been in her arms when she went to find Isaiah. it meant a lot to her, that trip, more than either sibling could know. A few tears dripped down her cheeks, watering the plant and staining the soil, but they were tears of happiness, the first ones of its kind that she had cried in centuries. Smiling a bit, she kissed the little flowers and then headed down when she heard Helena arrive, her skirt swishing around her ankles. The red was striking and went well with her hair, despite the red and pink contrasting.
"Good morning, Helena," Aiyana said softly, before listening to the woman's explanation of Isaiah's disappearance. She nodded in understanding, glad that she knew the reason why the man was gone, and was silent while the woman ate. Not needing to eat herself, she simply sat and kept her company, picking at some fruit simply because she liked the taste of it. When the woman began to speak about her brother, Aiyana went still, taking in the words and listening very seriously. Honestly, the flower spirit wasn't sure what she could do for Isaiah or how she could 'shock' him, but she would do what she could for Helena. Aiyana was already attached to the wolf and got up to give her a tight hug, softly promising she would do her best to take care of the male. The moment was broken by the phone ringing and Aiyana could already sense the plants outside, waiting in the truck to be brought up. She went over near the elevator and then looked over at Helena, not sure what to do, but clearly eager to get her things. When the man came into the apartment, though, Aiyana quickly retreated and refused to come out of her room, even for her flowers, until Helena sent the men running with a growl. Once that was finished, the spirit came back out and eagerly helped the other woman with the flowers, all already potted and prepared to be set up. It was hard work, but the flower spirit loved it, the flowers in full bloom out of season with her around and so happy.
How much time passed, she had no idea really and didn't much care. Caught up in her flowers and some small trees she had also gotten, Aiyana was happily talking to them and fussing over them like a mother hen might, smiling all the while. The rooftop was almost one massive grotto, as was her balcony, and there were a few special plants that had been put in her room. Helena had explained why the plants couldn't be put in the apartment and Aiyana, though disappointed, understood and didn't argue with the decision. She was content as long as they were there and it couldn't have made her happier that Helena was helping, currently watering the ones that needed it. At first she didn't even notice Isaiah's presence, as he was so quiet and she didn't have the same senses they did to detect others around them. Noticing him out of the corner of her eye as she fussed over a bloom, Aiyana brightened up a bit and she hurried over to him, reaching out and grabbing one of his hands in her own. "Isaiah! Come look at my plants!" she said excitedly. With a tug she had him walking after her to the grotto, showing him them and still smiling.
It was the first time she had willing touched a male like that - especially one that wasn't in distress as he had been when she had hugged him.
“Live in each season as it passes; breathe the air, drink the drink, taste the fruit, and resign yourself to the influence of the earth.”
//ooc~I'm curious about Aristoo....do tell!//
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Posted: Sun Dec 21, 2014 5:51 am
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He could still smell the female on his clothes, her scent and perfume was all over his trousers, shirt and skin. Isaiah knew his sister could smell the woman and everything else he'd done for she looked up from the plant she was potting to glare at him. The disgusted expression he wore must have been obvious, for it calmed Helena down a tad and she turned her gaze away, but he could still see the annoyance in her actions. He didn't need his sister judging him right now when he felt like a right dirtbag. But he couldn't help it (or at least, that was his defense everytime spring began to show up), it was a choice of go out and find an old female friend, or rutt against the closest female for a few weeks until his urges leave. The worst case scenario was what caused him so much heartbreak in the first place, and while he found out the truth before he marked the raven haired woman that haunted him, it was still too close for him to let his urges ever fully take hold again. Starting a little when he felt a hand in his, the wolf stared down at the pink-streaked head of the woman leading him through the - surprisingly - tranquil mini forest. The little grotto was actually quite a nice retreat; it smelled fresh and clean, and it hid most of the city smell which was a bonus. The only unsettling part was how relaxed Aiyana's touch made him. He didn't want to admit just how familiar her touch already felt, and that fact alone was making him feel even more uncomfortable. Whether it was her enthusiasm for the grotto that had just been put together, or the calming scent of the plants, he couldn't help but follow her through it in a sort of easy silence, all the while letting guilt gnaw away at his insides. Isaiah hadn't forgotten about her willingness to hug him in his natural form while distraught, and inhaling deeply to clear his mind, he closed his eyes for a quick moment. Opening them up, he found an expectant Aiyana looking at him, looking positively glowing. The plants seemed happy too, and here he was, being a Debbie Downer...
"Yeh've done well, Petal." He said softly, reaching out slowly to run his fingers across her hair, letting a lock of white fall around his fingers before pulling his hand back. Managing a simple and hopefully polite smile, he allowed Aiyana to finish showing him around before he let her return to tending her plants so he could simply hover in the background. It was strange to see a woman so happy in his house, and it felt strange to let someone change things in his life. Given the changes would also make her quality of life at his penthouse ten times better than if she'd had no plants, it also meant he could leave her alone at his and she'd be alright. With Spring less than two weeks away, the plants diluted her scent nicely at this point, but whether or not it would still work in his last week before the heat overtook his senses was left to be told. Thankfully though Helena held off from confronting him until Aiyana was well into looking after a miniature tree in a pot, and Isaiah sighed heavily when her scent broke up the freshness of the plants. "If yeh plan tah lecture me, then do it inside. I dun want her tah hear..." Nodding, the woman silent for the moment, Isaiah left first in silence, letting the door back inside to his apartment closing louder than usual. Rolling her eyes, Helena made her way to Aiyana, placing a hand atop her head. "I need to talk to Isaiah about something, so continue what you're doing. We'll come get you when we're done." Giving the flower spirit a kind smile, the slightly agitated female wolf hurried inside after her brother, closing the door a lot quieter than he had.
"Look, I don't plan to lecture you..." Was all Helena managed to get out her mouth before Isaiah hushed her. "I don't care if yeh were gonna tell me how much of a loser I am, lemme talk." Stunned by her brother's sudden interruption, she let him talk. "I saw a woman t'day that looked like her. After tha' meetin' with Aristoo, I walked down to tha markets to get some food, and there was this woman hovering in tha shadows where tha vampires deal their wares." Pausing to read his sister's expression, which was a mix of 'I don't believe a word your saying' and 'this story better have a point', Isaiah continued on. "I swear it was 'er. The skin, the hair colour - it was shorter but... Whatever. I became mighty frustrated so I left tha markets and just... Walked. I started thinkin' about her and then about what'll happen when spring hits - don't tell me yah not worried cuz I know you are." Getting a little louder at the end of his statement, Helena frowned a little and pursed her lips. "Well, yeah I'm worried. But not about that. Hell, I know you'll look after your spring urges the way you always have since she left. I'm worried that you 'taking care of yourself' will interfere with your life! Ever since you threw her out your life, you've let everything go up s**t creek in your life!" Getting a frown from Isaiah, Helena continued on in her calm, quiet voice. "You're letting the club duties slip, you're sleeping in late and staying out till the early hours. This meeting with Aristoo was the first one you actually attended in months. Either start teaching Aiyana the ways of the club so you can remind yourself why you started the business in the first place or sell the damn club and do your own damn thing!" Raising her voice a little at the end of her sentence, she growled a little, held up her hands as if to say 'don't bother saying anything' and stormed out her brother's apartment. Staring after his sister, Isaiah trudged his way upstairs, threw his jacket, phone and wallet onto his bed and made his way back to the roof. Throwing himself onto a poolside lounge chair, he rested a hand over his face and took in a deep breath. The clean scent of Aiyana's plants was much more soothing than he anticipated, and for a second he forgot he was in the city. He could hear her moving about the rooftop, and left her to her devices as the sun slowly began to set, the rooftop scene slowly being cast into a golden glow.
||o.o.c;; Told you I'd get you this post ;D ||
#4C787E - Helena talking #99C68E - Helena thinking Winter Casual
#463E41 - Isaiah talking #98AFC7 - Isaiah thinking Casual Business
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Posted: Sun Apr 19, 2015 3:47 am
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Aiyana was more than happy showing off her plants to Isaiah - he had been the one to buy them for her, after all, and she assumed he barely knew which were which to start with, so she made an effort to point out them all for his benefit. It was obvious how happy she was, her scent blending in perfectly with the little grottos and hiding herself effectively from any predators she might have met. Helena and her brother were among the two - possibly the only two - creatures that the little flower spirit wouldn't have tried to hide from now. Waiting for some sort of reaction, she could tell he was...tired? Tired was the best word that surfaced in her mind to explain the expression in his eyes. Tired, sad...it was enough that she didn't even flinch away when he reached up to pet her hair gently, a gesture that had always ended in a brutal tug before now. Instead she simply felt his fingers in her hair before he nodded for her to continue. Whatever was bothering him, he wasn't going to talk to her about it and she knew better than anyone to leave things be, and when not to. So Aiyana continued her little mini-tour, hoping to distract him. Normally she wouldn't have worried about him at all, but considering the night before and how she had heard him cry...she was beginning to understand better that the male had demons that haunted him as well, and how she was supposed to 'heal' him. He didn't need sunlight, not like she did, but she would figure something out.
When the siblings went inside to chat between themselves, the little spirit was left to her own devices. The plants were filling up a small portion of the hole that had been gouged in her heart when her family was so brutally taken from her and she babied them, cooing and kissing them and making sure they were all happy where they were. There was little to worry about, leaving her on her own amidst all the flowers - it would be the easiest way to find her now. Go where the flowers were in the apartment and she would not be far behind. Humming to herself as the sun began to lower itself in the sky, her blossoms closing up for the night, Aiyana hadn't heard the wolf return to the roof and blinked, surprised to see him in the lounge as she turned from her flowers to go searching for the siblings. Helena must have left, she realized, and a brief pang of anxiety hit her before she focused again on the male. He looked...wounded, she thought, frowning a bit. Wondering how it had to do with that woman from the picture, and if it did at all, the flower spirit carefully walked up to him, still antsy about approaching him when she wasn't caught up in the moment of her beautiful plants.
"Isaiah?" As if she could sneak up on him. Still, the spirit said his name hesitantly, as if trying not to catch him by surprise. When he looked over at her, she frowned a little more, her eyes practically glowing as she was caught in the light of the setting sun. "You've been out all day. That's - that's bad. You need to eat." Scolding him was most certainly not her forte, but she remembered what Helena had first said to her when they arrived at his apartment. Scold when he was bad, praise when he was good. And they had to eat a lot, if the size of his meals had been any indication. Aiyana reached out and tugged on his sleeve, a bit surprised that he let her pull him from the chair and back inside the apartment. It was warmer, the sun bringing it's warmth with her, and no matter how much she loved her plants, she had to go inside or freeze. Her fingers were still curled in his sleeve even as they were inside and she led him to her room, though she left him at her door to go inside to get something. Aiyana returned with her little blue lupin, the pot cradled in her arms. She looked down at it for a long moment, her expression focused, as if she were trying to think of something, before sighing.
Her gaze briefly flickered to the male before it returned to the flower. "This is you," Aiyana finally said, her voice quiet. Maybe it would make him feel better. "I'll take care of it, and take care of you, and you'll be better. I can't...I can't make myself better and I couldn't..." She trailed off, her throat tightening, the words choking her. But she forced them out anyway. "I told my daughter it would be all right and I was a liar," she said, her voice barely a whisper. "I told Helena I would take care of you and...and I don't want to be a liar. So you can...be sad, it's okay. I'll read to you and show you flowers and..." She'd run out of things quickly and frowned, annoyed at herself. Shrugging a little, she hugged the pot. "You have to be good so I don't have to scold you," was finally what she settled on, unsure what to say or how to end her...lecture? It was a poor lecture, really, but all she could think of. Biting her lip, the flower spirit returned the pot to the pedestal and went back to hold his sleeve. She didn't say anything, just gave a tug and made him go into the kitchen. Aiyana couldn't cook for him, but it was obvious that she wouldn't let him leave until he'd fed himself.
“Live in each season as it passes; breathe the air, drink the drink, taste the fruit, and resign yourself to the influence of the earth.”
//ooc~OMG HOW COULD YOU LET ME GO SO LONG WITHOUT POSTING//
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Posted: Thu May 14, 2015 6:11 am
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He heard her footsteps approach before he caught the shift in the scents around him. Her voice alerted Isaiah that his little petal was indeed coming over, and he stayed silent, totally limp and void of energy on the lounge chair, one arm covering his eyes. He did peak out from under his arm to watch the shy woman, but immediately closed his eyes; the light had caught her fair colouring and bright eyes in a way that almost made her glow and his chest had tightened. There was a natural beauty that shone through when she was content, he'd begun to realise, and it was going to get very hard to ignore it the more she began to feel at home, especially with her plants. What the little spirit did say though surprised him enough to move his arm off his face and stare at her in silent surprise. She was scolding him, much like Helena used to in her timid pre-teen years when he went exploring all day and returned long after sundown. Staring dumbly at the woman, he allowed her to tug at his sleeve, the smaller woman successfully managing to drag him off the lounge chair and back inside the house. While the sun had made it a warmer than usual winter day, no thanks to Spring starting to appear, there was still a chill around the air, so it was probably best to head inside now rather than later. In a bit of a daze, it took the wolf a good minute to realise that Aiyana had lead him to her room and had left him outside. Blinking, a little mentally displaced, he soon saw her appear with a flower that was a rather pretty mix of indigoes and lilacs.
What really him off-guard and threw him so far out of left field his head felt fuzzy was her little lecture. The plant was him (something he normally would be able to piece together but couldn't even comprehend right now) and she was going to take care of it. She'd assured Helena that she'd take care of him (something he was very sure was due to Helena explaining why she was bought in the first place), but what was really buzzing around his skull was the words that sent so much sadness through the little spirit he could almost smell the tears that needed to be shed and the sadness that almost silenced her. She was giving him permission to be sad, to let the emotions inside flow free and she would distract him with stories and flowers. It didn't sound so bad, to be taught about things he didn't really know about and to have someone fuss over him, but it was too soon for his heart to let the kinder meaning behind her words. Watching the woman return into her room to return the plant to it's new home, he let her last words float around in his currently brain dead skull. "You have to be good so I don't have to scold you." The words brought the slightest smile to the corner of his lips as she began to tug him towards the stairs so they could go to the kitchen. They got to the top of the stairs before Isaiah stopped. Without much of a word, the lycan gently wrapped his hand around Aiyana's wrist to turn her around. Eyes hidden behind his mop of hair, the female wouldn't have had time to get a real look at his face before she was pulled into a tight bear hug.
The emotions that his little petal had displayed before had been too much. He knew she'd had a life before being stuck in the horrible trade they'd saved her from, but never in a thousand years had he thought the woman that shared his home had been a mother. It felt wrong to have paid for a woman who had once had a family and been free like himself. Holding onto the flower spirit like she was his lifeline that was stopping him from drifting off into space, he curled forward just enough to bury his face into her hair and nuzzle deeply into it. Flowers, grass, spring trees. All these scents made his soul happy even if his heart ached. She smelled fresh and clean, and just a little bit apprehensive about his sudden bear hug. "I'll protect yah." His voice was muffled, his voice soft and cracking like he had been crying into her hair. "Yeh may 'ave promised Lena tah look afta me. But it's ah two way street. As long as ya goin' ter look afta me, I'll be protectin' ya." It didn't seem like the nicest thing the wolf could have said in this situation, especially since he was all but squeezing the life out of Aiyana, but through his mumbled words you could feel the sincerity in his voice. He'd empathised with Aiyana's pain, and he wanted to show - in his awkward way - that he'd listened and wanted to show her he could be trusted. The two remained locked in a bear hug until Isaiah had calmed himself down and was quite confident his eyes were tear-free and his face at least looked normal (it didn't, he looked pale). Holding the woman at arm's length by her shoulders, he grinned weakly and gently took her fingers in his hand to lead her downstairs. There was silence as the wolf helped himself to a large amount of leftovers - beef stew from a few days before Aiyana turned up - and it continued until he'd finished his food and cleaned up. Retreating to a couch in front of the gas fireplace, with a press of a button the appliance clicked into life, and a gas replica of a real fireplace flickered into life, slowly filling the room with warmth. A jug of water and cups were already waiting on the coffee table before he decided to flop down on one of the couches, an arm over his face again. "Aiyana?" His voice cut through the gentle silence, timidness barely audible in his calm tone. "Will yeh tell me a story?" It was so very childish to ask such a thing, but with the emotional state he was in - unbalanced and very much mentally everywhere - he just wanted something to focus on. Frankly, Aiyana's voice was a good option, and it meant she could do something that - hopefully - would keep her at ease and relaxed.
||o.o.c;; TWO FOR TWO. YEAH BABY, TWO NIGHTS IN A ROW. Oh god I've missed these babies so much, they'll make me cry one day for sure ; u ; ||
#4C787E - Helena talking #99C68E - Helena thinking Winter Casual
#463E41 - Isaiah talking #98AFC7 - Isaiah thinking Casual Business
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Posted: Thu May 21, 2015 9:15 pm
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It was the first hug she'd had, save for Helena, since she had been taken from her family. It was the first hug from a man she'd had and she didn't know what to do, other than stand there in dumb shock, and a tiny bit of panic. Her back stiff, Aiyana felt him bury his nose in her hair and inhale. She knew his sense of smell was much better than hers, but wasn't sure why he was doing that. He knew where she was, obviously, he didn't have to find her. Keeping her eyes closed, she couldn't quite bring herself to return the hug, not yet, not with so much pain weighing her heart down. But she didn't pull away from him either and even relaxed, just a slight touch, more than she had done for any other male since she'd been taken. He wouldn't know that, of course. All she did was stay quiet, listening to his erratic breathing and feeling her hair get a bit wet from his tears. He was crying again. That made her heart hurt even more and Aiyana wondered if it was something she had said that had upset him. Her hand rose and she gently patted his shirt, an awkward gesture that from anyone else would have meant she wanted him to let her go - well, she did, she couldn't quite breath properly. But really, from the little flower spirit it was a huge step forward to trusting him and she wasn't sure how to properly relay that feeling.
He finally released her and she caught a glimpse of his face before he was in front of her, leading her down the stairs to the kitchen. It was enough to make her frown, though she wasn't surprised at the sight, his eyes a little swollen, his face too pale. But she didn't say anything, sure the man's pride wouldn't allow him to reply or even acknowledge it, and she simply sat down on a stool while he stood and inhaled his food. It was very odd to watch a werewolf eat, they did it so quickly and yet somehow, so cleanly - even if Aiyana had been more sensitive to meat, it wouldn't have bothered her, it was gone so fast. She was patient and quiet, her hands in her lap as she watched him move about the kitchen, cleaning up. He was also very neat, most men she had met preferred others to do the cleaning for them. Was it because he lived on his own, she wondered? Or was it because Helena refused to baby him, so he had always done that? Finding herself a touch more curious about the man than she had been upon meeting him, having wanted nothing at all to do with him, Aiyana obediently trailed after him when he went to the couch. She was looking around, drinking down a glass of water in a few quick swallows and deciding what to do, when he asked for a story. Her lips twitched and she looked like she was going to cry for a brief moment. The last person to ask that question had been very dear to her.
But her voice was steady as she nodded and went over to sit on the floor next to the couch. He looked comfortable, so she didn't want to move him. "Of course I will. I know lots of stories," she told him, her voice soothing. She leaned against the edge of the couch, taking a moment to think of what to tell him, before beginning to tell him a story from when she was a girl, though she didn't tell it as if it were a memory. Instead she spoke as if it were a fairy tale, about the magic in the world, all the creatures in it, how they all interacted with each other and the beauty that had been. As she spoke, her fingers found their way to his hair, stroking his head gently. It was an absent gesture and honestly, more of a habit than anything else. She had done the same to her daughter when she told her stories. Her voice was soft while she spoke, betraying no emotion as she dredged up old memories to try to comfort the man. When she had finished, the flower spirit moved on to another one, about dryads and naiads this time, creatures thought to only be myth as well. It was clear that though she couldn't read, and was ignorant of the world around her, she was not stupid - far from it. She was too old to be as dumb as most people took her for and knew things that only existed in legends, or didn't exist at all anymore. He didn't tell her to stop and she continued to talk, telling him about different creatures that had been, fairy tales she'd heard from others - all sorts of things to try to distract his troubled mind.
“Live in each season as it passes; breathe the air, drink the drink, taste the fruit, and resign yourself to the influence of the earth.”
//ooc~our babies ;-;//
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Posted: Mon Sep 14, 2015 9:31 am
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He had smelt the emotional spike in the woman, and didn't need to open his eyes to know that asking such a thing had brought up some painful memory from the past. Isaiah felt like a bit of a fool, to be honest, asking the spirit such a thing, but when she agreed it felt like some weight was lifted off his chest. He needed something soothing, and his little flowers voice was the most soothing thing he could think of right now. Feeling her settle against the couch on the floor, there was a moment of silence before she began to talk. There wasn't any hint that what Aiyana was saying was a memory, and the man allowed himself to be taken away with her words. He knew of the things she spoke about, the beings she mentioned in her tale, but it had been so long since anyone had told him something that sounded so magical. But yet, there was something about the tale that he was listening to that didn't quite sound right. The wolf was almost convinced that the tale was too personal to the spirit; maybe it was one she used to tell her daughter? He couldn't work it out, and he wasn't going to dwell on it while she was speaking so serenely.
Then he fingers found his hair and he was gone. Feeling his body melt into the couch at her touch, he could have growled in delight. But the sound didn't want to come, no sound did. Her voice was far too soothing to interrupt, and he let her continue on, talking about dryads and naiads. They were creatures of the oldest mythology, ones he often doubted even existed. But his favourite little lady was telling him stories that were had not to believe. She was wise, he was beginning to find out, much wiser than she appeared. Possibly older than they thought too. There was every chance she'd pick up on anything taught to her in no trouble at all, and it made the male want to teach her how to survive in this new world. If there ever came a day where he was going to run away (a common thought in his mind every spring), he wanted to make sure the gentle woman knew how to be safe and how to survive. A part of him still wanted to run away this spring, to disappear for all three months or until his urges disappeared. But that wasn't going to happen. Helena would hunt him down and make him feel absolutely dismal for abandoning his business.
And Aiyana.
Eyes slowly opening, he stared at the ceiling above him, the tales being told like an echo in his mind now. Did he even want to abandon the spirit? The one who had just promised to take care of him and nurture him? His club could easily be sold off, his employees well looked after, so it definitely wasn't that thought bothering him. So why did it make his stomach clench when it came to the thought of leaving Aiyana alone in his home if he just disappeared for a while? There was always the chance the little spirit would turn his apartment into her own mini glade full of greenery and flowers, but there was always the chance that she would return, and if she found Aiyana and not himself... scrunching his eyes to stop that train of thought before it went much farther, he rolled onto his side and shoved him face into the back of the female's head, snuffling into in a little, like the idiot wolf he was.
"Ye tales are magic, petal. I like hearin' about yer world. The werewolf world ain't as purdy, and not quite as nice... but me homelands tales are fair interestin' if yeh evah wanna listen."
Feeling her move away, like he expected her to, he hadn't expected her to show interest in his tales right away. Blinking his eyes in surprise, it took him a moment to actually register that she wanted to hear about Irish legendary creatures, and she wasn't lying about it. Slowly, he crawled off the couch and sat on the floor, crossing his legs Indian style.
The words came easily, talking about his homeland. It started out simply enough, learning what a banshee was, as well as why taking a selkie skin was a bad idea. Then it moved on to the other beings as the kids got older; a merrow was a more modest and affectionate mermaid compared to the scarier ones in other folklore, but it still didn't mean you should get involved with one, and carrying a small bag of gold coins was the best way to stay safe if you crossed paths with a dullahan. It was oddly fun to go back to childhood memories, things that he hadn't thought about in a rather long time. They hadn't started out as rich people, his parents had worked hard to become independent people, but he never forgot it. His memories definitely seeped into his story, days spent in a little cottage, sharing the same bed as his sister because of small living quarters, but they were happy. Isaiah felt all warm and fuzzy inside, a feeling that was reflected by his sudden action of getting up and making two huge cups of hot chocolate. Frankly the lycan had no idea if his little buddy even liked chocolate, but he was feeling perkier than he had in a long time. Sitting back down on the floor with two large mugs filled with what looked like liquid chocolate, he stared into his mug for a moment.
"Y'know... We came from nuthin'. Helena an' I moved out 'ere and had tah start from nuthin'." A mouthful of liquid chocolate, and he continued on. "I guess I forget that some times... Maybe I need to change the way I think..." Shrugging as he took another mouthful of the warm liquid, he stretched his hands above his head. It was late, and the wolf was tired. Too much energy had been spent on emotions today than anything else, and he was feeling a little out of whack. Like a switch had been flicked, the upbeat wolf was suddenly a sleepy wolf, and putting down his empty mug, he gave Aiyana a gentle ruffle of her hair as he stood up.
"You have da best voice, petal. You hafta tell me more tales some other time. Go get some rest." Smiling properly for the first time that day, he showed himself to his room. It wasn't far out from his normal behaviour to just get up and excuse himself, but shutting his bedroom door behind him, Isaiah felt like this time was different. Aiyana had opened up to him with her tales, and it made him feel a little bad for just getting up and going to his room. Truth was, he was starting to feel that familiar draw to cuddle with the woman, with spring almost down to a two-hand countdown, and he wanted to get out the room without doing something dumb. She didn't need an idiot wolf trying to get with her any free chance he had, not after what she'd said about failing to protect her daughter. Throwing his clothing on the floor - except for his cotton boxers - he threw himself face down onto his bed. It was like some stupid urge you couldn't shake off or get off your mind. At least he didn't need to get up early to go into work, a good excuse to sleep in and try to ignore his stupid natural urges for as long as possible.
||o.o.c;; yaaaaaaaaaaaaaay another post! Skip to morning if you wish, Aiyana can do what she likes, hehehehe~ o wo ||
#4C787E - Helena talking #99C68E - Helena thinking Winter Casual
#463E41 - Isaiah talking #98AFC7 - Isaiah thinking Casual Business
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Posted: Wed Feb 17, 2016 11:38 pm
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Truth be told, the more Aiyana spoke of the old stories, of her past life and experiences, the more at ease she felt. It was like it helped the hurt that had festered inside of her for so long, to talk once more about the magic and beauty and joy she'd had so long ago. Helena had bought the little flower spirit to take care of her brother and heal him, but it seemed that the wolf siblings were having the same effect on Aiyana, and helping to heal the hurts. She relaxed and didn't even jump when he suddenly snuffled into the back of her head. Instead there came the faintest smile, almost one of an amused parent when a child did something silly, and she didn't pull away. It was too similar to when he cuddled her as a wolf for her to be bothered by it and the spell of her stories had fallen over the spirit as well. She was pleasantly surprised when he mentioned tales of his own land, however, and was more than eager to hear them. Aiyana had heard very little of any magic or creatures outside of her own experience and thought that the fact Isaiah brought it up was a good sign. He didn't seem as morose as he sat down next to her and began to talk.
It warmed her heart, listening to his stories. There was so much love when he spoke of his homeland, his family, his sister and memories...At first he began with just tales of the magical beings she'd never met or heard of, but as the stories grew more personal Aiyana watched him closely, seeing the minute changes in his expression as he relaxed and grew absorbed in the telling. She wondered how many people he had spoken to of these things. Before she could fall into too deep a reverie he had gotten up and returned with hot chocolate. Perhaps it was the blank face the spirit had as she looked into the mug she took from him, but the dopey wolf seemed to realize she didn't know what it was. Once she had taken a sip of it, however, she was more than happy with the new treat and slowly drank it down as he continued to talk. Isaiah seemed to be in a better mood as he wound down, though his sudden departure took her by surprise. It didn't worry her, however, as she took her mug to the sink and filled it with water, another thing Helena had shown her how to do. No, his mood seemed lighter, happier. It was easy for the spirit to tell things still weighed on his mind, but talking had seemed to help ease his soul.
Smiling to herself a little, Aiyana retreated to her own room and changed into her nightgown. She gave the lilac plant a little kiss, as well as the tree Helena had gotten her. Satisfied with the small show of affection that she couldn't give to anything else, the flower spirit climbed into her bed and pulled the blankets over her head. She felt worn out as well, drained, but as she fell asleep she didn't feel as sad as she normally did.
---timeskip to morning---
Of course she woke up with the sun and after a shower and change of clothing, Aiyana headed to the kitchen. She was a bit surprised not to see Isaiah and if the noises she heard were any indication, he was snoring away and dead asleep in his room. Well, that was good, she thought to herself. Finding herself hungry, the weather cold and sky cloudy, the spirit took some fruit and nibbled on it as she went to the roof to check up on her plants. Everything seemed happy and healthy, blooming brightly despite the fact they really shouldn't have been in such weather. Aiyana couldn't help it, they were beautiful and she hoped they would make the siblings happy to see them. It took her a little time, loving each and every plant one at a time to make sure they were all right, and she helped herself to water from the pool when she felt thirsty. Eventually she was too chilled to linger further and retreated back inside - where she was met by Helena, who looked like she was on some sort of mission.
Aiyana was quiet as she listened to the other female talk. Something about a party, Isaiah having to go and being lazy - and then something about getting dressed up. The flower spirit thought Helena meant having to go and get dressed, until she found herself being gently herded into her room. Confused as to what Helena was doing, she protested and was told she was going with Isaiah, watching him or something along those lines. Aiyana secretly suspected Helena was simply enjoying dressing her up and did as she was told calmly. There was no makeup involved, the flower spirit simply didn't need it, but she found her hair being put into gentle waves and put up into a simple bun, some curls left to hang free. The jewelry and clothing were much prettier and fancier than Aiyana was used to and she looked at herself in the mirror a bit dubiously.
"Are you sure I look all right? I feel sort of...weird," she said. It wasn't quite a protest as she turned a little to try to view herself from a different angle, but it was clear that the flower spirit wasn't entirely convinced.
“Live in each season as it passes; breathe the air, drink the drink, taste the fruit, and resign yourself to the influence of the earth.”
//ooc~lookie what I diiiiiiiiiiiiiid//
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Posted: Tue Mar 15, 2016 5:14 am
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Thanks to the happy tales and calming presence of Aiyana, Isaiah slept peacefully through the night. Dreams devoid of his usual taunting of the spring season were replaced with more tender ones, thoughts that hadn’t lived in his dreams since days he wanted to forget. The focus of the gentle cuddles and tender touches had changed in his dream, leaving him feeling very content when he finally woke up in the tangle of his sheets and blankets. Shaking back his thick brown hair, it had been so long since such a sweet dream he had to remind himself that he was alone in his bed, a pillow being hugged against himself for a moment just to feel something in his arms. It was getting too close to the season for his liking, and he was starting to think his own attraction to the flower spirit was only heightening his animal instincts. Dragging himself out of bed in a lazy stupor, he took a long hot shower before throwing on some lazy track pants and a tank top. There was exactly zero plans on his list today, and he wanted to go bundle himself up in a blanket on his roof and have his lovely little spirit teach him about the plants she was going to mother. Maybe he’d teach her about the club, they could have a learning day.
Hearing Aiyana ask if what she was wearing was too much, Helena shook her head. She’d let herself into her brother’s apartment without much care for privacy or respect. A phone call was the catalyst to the sudden morning intrusion, an invite extended to the club’s owner to come to a VIP taste session for one of their suppliers newest wines. While she could have gone herself, this was going to be the perfect chance for her to throw Isaiah into the deep end and show Aiyana what they did for work. In time the pretty little spirit would have to be his personal assistant at the club, his absence while getting the little lady accustomed to her new home was beginning to be noticed, and while she was a quiet little spirit, her only role was to keep Isaiah on track with appointments and to sit in his office with him and organise his day. Helena hadn’t wanted someone who stood out and would enjoy the club life. No, she had wanted someone who had a stable head and who could guide her brother back towards the reasons he opened the club in the first place. If it wasn’t for that vampire b***h…
"You look absolutely perfect. The place is rather classy, so you’ll fit in with everyone else."
While it was a slight exaggeration of the truth, given the spirits naturally pale hair with it’s coloured highlights would be a little out of place in the up-market winery, the rest of her outfit was classy but casual enough to help her blend in. Styling the woman’s hair and getting to choose her an outfit had given Helena some much needed female contact, and while she was pretty certain that Aiyana knew the wolfess was enjoying playing ‘dress up’, it had been nice that the spirit trusted her enough to let her play dress up.
Hearing plodding footsteps in the hall, the brunette perked up and turned to the door.
"Wait here Aiyana, I’ll make sure Isaiah is dressed and ready to go."
What she didn’t tell Aiyana was she needed to break the news to her brother that his day off was to become a day out at a posh winery. Letting herself out Aiyana’s room and shutting the spirits door behind her with a smile over her shoulder, the woman dashed down the hall to find her brother in the kitchen brewing coffee. Still waking up, it was no surprise to the woman to see her brother try to figure out just who was in his kitchen with him.
"Mornin’ Lenah. Wha’ chu doin’ ‘ere?" His accent was always worse when he was sleepy.
"I... Uhh… Need you to do something today… I need you to go to the winery up north."
Helena could almost see the cogs working in her brother’s mind. "The… Winery… Up… Ya mean tha’ real fancy one with tha’ nice red?"
"Mhmm. They’re having a VIP launch for their latest uncorking… You’ve… Been invited. I need you and Aiyana to..."
"Do I haf ta? I really dun wanna..." His lack of enthusiasm was what she’d expected, it was his main emotion these days when it came to work.
"I already dressed Aiyana up. She’s ready to go."
Apparently that was all the convincing Isaiah had needed. Perking up suddenly, he shrugged and headed back for his room, the slight rush to his step not going unnoticed. It had been a cruel plan to make her brother go to such an event by getting Aiyana ready first, but he needed a shove in the right direction. While it pained her to think that her idiot brother could potentially develop feelings for the small woman in his weak-minded state, she hoped that he’d restrain himself given he was still recovering from that woman.
Hurrying back to his room, his footsteps heavy down the hallway, Isaiah shut his bedroom door behind him and threw open his wardrobe door. Inspired by the little purple-blue lupine flower that his precious spirit had bought, he plucked out a pale lavender shirt and casual tan chinos. Navy boots and a dark belt were quickly thrown on as well, and he brushed out his hair in an attempt to make himself look less… Wolfish. Feeling adequately spruced up, he threw a heavy charcoal coat over his arm and picked up his various pieces of leather jewellery to adorn himself on his way downstairs. Not even looking up until he reached the bottom, he found himself doing a double take as he spied the women waiting for him in the lounge room. Helena hadn’t just dressed up Aiyana, she’d brought out a whole different side to the beautiful spirit. The shimmering overlay on the blue dress brought out the hair clasp and earrings against her alabaster complexion, and the overcoat that accompanied the outfit matched his shirt completely by coincidence. Staring wide-eyed at the dressed-up Aiyana, he had to force himself to walk forward, or else he could have easily just stared at her all day. Glanced over at first, it wasn’t until he was in close proximity to the flower spirit that Isaiah realised she was holding something in her hands - the little potted lupine flower. Canting an eyebrow, it was Helena that spoke up.
"It’s a long drive, and since she doesn’t like cars, I said she could take the plant for company."
Looking from his sister back to Aiyana, the wolf smiled slowly. "Tha’ lil’ plant is more than welcome ta come for a ride!" Stuffing his free hand in his pocket so he wouldn’t reach out to touch the beautiful spirit, he made sure he had his wallet, phone and keys before leading the girls out his penthouse apartment and to the elevator.
The drive itself was well over an hour. Thankfully though, the drive took them out the city and through the countryside. The fresh smell of paddocks and clean country air soon permeated the car, and Isaiah took it easy down the scenic roads, letting Aiyana actually look at the passing scenery than letting it pass by in a blur. As farmland turned into green pastures framed by trees and in time vineyards, the wolf spoke properly for the first time, rather than just idle information on what they were passing.
"I should tell ya aboot where we’re goin’, petal. It’s a place where we get some of tha best wine we serve at tha club. They’ve become right good friends o’ ours, an’ we get first pick o’ what they sell. This party is fer their new wine, so it’ll be a small gatherin’. Most will keep to themselves, but if anyone makes ya uncomfortable, I’ll look after ya. We’ll taste some wines, and get home before nightfall. You’ll be safe with me, Aiyana."
It was one of the few times he used her proper name instead of some endearing floral nickname, and it he wasn’t concentrating so hard on driving, he’d have reached out to gently touch her shoulder. The winery was a beautiful, almost rustic place that sported a small bed and breakfast for those who couldn’t make the trip in one day. In all the years he’d worked with the winery, he’d never stayed the night, not even with… Her. It wasn’t going to be a good memory, returning to the place where he’d met that damned woman, but he had his beautiful little flower with him this time, maybe things would be better with her sweet nature.
A turn soon appeared and Isaiah guided his shining black car down the gravel road and over a small bridge, a stream bubbling underneath. Parking in the shaded park, he turned to Aiyana with a somewhat sorry expression.
"We’re gonna hafta leave tha lupine in tha car, petal." Opening up the roomy centre console between their seats, he gestured that she could put it in there, where it was mostly covered up. "We’ll come back at lunch ta check on it, okay?"
Getting out the car first to let her tend to the plant she needed to leave behind, Isaiah trotted around to her door and opened it up, extending a hand forward.
"Will ya let me escort ya, Aiyana?"
There was a little bit of time before the tasting began, so Isaiah wanted to take her for a little walk around the winery so she could get a feel for the place and not feel so strange in a new setting. It was potentially a little ploy to allow himself the indulgence to be close to the woman for a brief period of time, to selfishly take all her attention for himself, before having a handful of people distract him from her. With the fresh air outside the city, Isaiah could feel his natural instincts battling with his common sense, the clean air reminding him of his homeland somewhat, and he could feel his protective nature rearing it’s ugly head. Getting through this day would be the first test of his strength, and it would only get worse until spring was over and done with.
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||o.o.c;; ta-daaaahhh! I'll blitz through the tasting in my next post, debating if I have something happen and they have to stay there, kekekeke~ ||
#4C787E - Helena talking #99C68E - Helena thinking n/a
#463E41 - Isaiah talking #98AFC7 - Isaiah thinking Classy Casual
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Posted: Mon Mar 28, 2016 9:23 pm
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Waiting patiently in her room, Aiyana looked around a bit. Helena had told her she would have to be in a car for a little while and she chewed on her lip just a little, certainly not a fan of that idea. She went over to the little lupin plant and picked it up, looking down at it thoughtfully for a few quiet moments. It was apparent to anyone who saw her that she was deep in thought about something, but her expression gave nothing away. Finally she nodded, as if deciding on something that was particularly important, and kept the small pot in her hands even when the wolfess returned and said she could come out and wait for Isaiah. Aiyana had no idea she was being used to manipulate the poor wolf and just did as she was told, bringing the plant with her. Of course it was going with her, there was really no question about that, and the flower spirit wasn't particularly worried that Isaiah would object to it coming with her, either. Sure enough, he had seemed almost happy about it, which relaxed her a touch.
Oh, she didn't enjoy cars. But the little plant soothed her nerves and as they left the city and Isaiah went slower so she could actually enjoy seeing what they passed, Aiyana's anxiety was replaced a little by enjoyment as she rolled down the window to peer out at everything. It was much more different than the city, being out in the countryside, everything smelled so much better and was so much more prettier. The difference made it easier for her to try to enjoy it, or at least be preoccupied every time she saw a horse, but she turned her head when Isaiah spoke up to explain the place. She was quiet, peering up at him intently as he told her about the winery and what they would do there. It was a relief to hear it would be small party, rather than a very large crowd like she had been dragged to by previous Masters, and the little flower spirit gave him a small smile when he said she would be safe with him. She wasn't entirely certain if he said that to reassure her, or him, but the intention was appreciated either way. Of course, she had no idea the memories that the wolf had of this place and wouldn't have even thought to ask.
The news that she had to leave the little flowering plant behind was unpleasant, but not unexpected, and Aiyana simply sighed a little bit. As the man got out of the car to walk around it, she murmured to it softly and put it inside, patting the small flowers gently. Looking up when he opened the door for her, she gave him another small smile, this one a little more hesitant than her earlier one, and glanced down at his outstretched hand. It spoke of the enormous amount of progress Isaiah had made with his little spirit that she actually took it, putting her slender hand in his own larger one, and not even pulling away the instant that she had stepped out onto the pavement of the parking lot. Instead she simply stayed by his side, letting him lead her around and listening to what he had to say about the winery. "It's pretty out here, I like it," she said after a few minutes of smelling the air and seeing how green everything was. It was obvious to her that they cared for their plants, even if it was for business gain, and it made her happy to see.
Once they went inside to the party, she shrunk in on herself a bit, nothing that would be unexpected with the flower spirit. Aiyana did keep closer to her Master than she previously would have, not taking the wine and being given a glass of grape juice instead. It was a happy compromise for her, as the juice was sweet, and she kept the glass in her free hand. Her other was either in Isaiah's hand, or gripping onto his jacket like a child would as he went around making conversation with his friends and the other guests, all of whom he seemed to know. Of course there were curious words about the unusual woman at his side and she ignored them, mostly because she was too nervous to say much of anything at all to anyone. It was intimidating for her, as the last time she had been in a large group of people was a number of years ago, a former master trotting her out like a pet at a party of his. It had not made a good impression on the spirit about parties, but she trusted Isaiah and his sister, that they wouldn't take her here if it was bad. So she was just quiet, not wanting to do anything to embarrass Isaiah.
“Live in each season as it passes; breathe the air, drink the drink, taste the fruit, and resign yourself to the influence of the earth.”
//ooc~she's just too cute for words. as usual emotion_kirakira //
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Posted: Mon Apr 10, 2017 10:00 am
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As expected, people stared at the pretty female accompanying the well-known male. Isaiah knew she was a stark contrast to the raven-haired extrovert he’d brought along to the last tasting party before deciding to turn into a bit of a recluse, but he let the stares and whispers roll off his back without a care; the amount of people at the winery that knew what kind of blood ran through his veins could be counted easily on one hand, and he planned to keep it that way. The heightened senses that came with his lycan blood made him fall into the category of ‘wine snob’ and Isaiah had little to no intention of ever correcting anyone, ever. When you got the first picks of all the best labels, why would you want to stop anyone from believing your tastebuds were just ‘refined’ and not ‘inhumanly enhanced’?
Late afternoon easily melted into dusk, and trays of finger food were soon brought out for the tasters, mostly so that it wasn’t only wine sitting in their stomachs. For the small number at the tasting that recognised Isaiah, the fact that the male was standing off to the side with a shy looking female and not mingling made a few stare out of curiosity. For the larger number of patrons that had no idea who was the tall, handsome male in the corner with the equally pretty female almost hiding behind him, they passed by without a glance, too caught up in the boozy chit-chat and general networking of these grand events. All the speaking Isaiah seemed to do was towards his little lady, asking whether or not she needed some more juice, or if she wanted something to eat. Trays of finger food soon became platters along a buffet table as dusk turned to night and the sweet smell of night jasmine dusted the air, which soon became slightly tainted with the rich smell of expensive cigars. Bright blue eyes looked around the room momentarily, finally curious about the crowd of people he’d been spending the last few hours around. The only tell-tale sign the man could smell something that maybe only two or three other people in the room could - excluding his “date” for the evening - was the slight flaring of his nostrils every so often. The onset of heightened spring senses really drove Isaiah to the edge sometimes, especially when they started presenting early.
With a near-silent sigh of boredom, the lycan made a move to speak to Aiyana, when a familiar smell irritated his nostrils enough to make them flare properly. With a furrowed brow, the male stood up straight and placed his glass onto the tray of a passing waiter.
"Aiyana, sweetie, I think we should call it a night."
Gently touching her elbow, it was quickly becoming his favoured method of being able to touch her without frightening her, as well as trying to show her that he was safe. Elbows were neutral, elbows didn’t mean he was trying to do anything improper. No matter how much his dumb animal senses were rearing their ugly heads, he wasn’t going to give in. Not this time. Not when there was so much to risk. He still had time to control himself and get himself in line, it wasn’t going to be like last time. Scanning the room as they slowly and discretely shuffled their way through, along with grabbing some goodies from the buffet table since Isaiah knew he’d get hungry, a familiar mop of deep purple hair made the hair on the back of his neck stand up. He wasn’t hanging around a second long, not with all the humans around anyway.
Leaving the event was quite easy after their little snack stop. People were constantly moving between the villas for overnight guests and the function area, so two people heading down a fairy-lit pathway was nothing out of the ordinary. The male got a few sly winks from men who couldn’t handle their wine like they believed they could, and a few females threw a green-eyed glance at the petite female accompanying the well-dressed male. The wolf paid no mind to it, and he hoped his companion would ignore the looks too. A detour was made, heading towards the softly lit gardens that held ceremonies and celebrity events. Aiyana had been stuck inside that room all night with very little contact to any form of greenery, save a table decoration here and there, and Isaiah felt that the female needed some time to stretch herself properly. He wasn’t going to pressure here to leave, but after almost an hour of silence on his behalf, the wolf was beginning to feel tired. The clean air and quiet surrounds reminded him of his old home in Ireland, and it was making him relax even with his hormones starting to ramp up. Maybe this was the answer, a small house in the country to retreat to in Spring.
"A’ight Aiyana, we should get inside. Go wind down b’fore bed. Not sure we’re even supposed tah be ‘here."
Chuckling gently, he signalled for Aiyana to come back to him and he walked calmly alongside her to the guest townhouses. The silence befell the pair again, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. It was an easy silence, an understanding silence. Isaiah didn’t have much on his mind he felt like voicing, and he really didn’t want the spirit to worry about him more than she possibly already did.
Unlocking the door, Isaiah flicked on the light and failed to quell the irritated growl that came from his throat. How goddamn hard was it to follow instructions? He’d specifically asked for a twin suite and wound up with what he knew was one of the honeymoon suites. Rubbing his face, clearly frustrated and tired, Isaiah managed to give Aiyana a passable smile.
"How ‘bout yah git ready for bed. I’ll wait until yer settled. Dun worry petal, I can sleep at tha foot o’ the bed, you take tha whole thing ‘kay?"
A familiar scent drifting through the evening breeze made the male tense up in the doorway, his attention turned down the path.
"I’ll be back in a moment, a’ight - I’ll get you your lil plant from me car. I’ll let mahself in, just get comfortable."
He knew she wouldn’t really relax and get comfortable with the clear unease on his face, but he tried his best to leave the quaint townhouse in a somewhat positive manner. Getting to his car and back without incident though was going to be the real test.
Almost like the universe was determined to continue to mess around Isaiah on this evening out, he got to his car pretty easily. It was leaving the carpark that turned out to be the hard part, especially when a familiar Persian voice met his ears, his reply a swift, wolf-like growl.
"Zaya, my man. It’s been so long! How has life been treating you?"
If he wasn’t so determined to get back to Aiyana with clean hands, Isaiah might have let his pre-Spring nature take over.
"Life has been treating me better these days, Aristoo. What do you want, bloodsucker.."
Isaiah’s insult flew straight over the male in questions sleek purple hair, a laugh creeping over his olive skinned face.
"You, you are funny, you sly wolf. For years you don’t come to this event and then suddenly, you show up! And with a sweet little female too."
A growl rose in Isaiah’s throat again, warning the vampire to watch his words. "You will leave her out of any plans you have in that strange little mind of yours."
Another laugh broke over Aristoo’s face. "I know better than to mess with your personal life, Isaiah. Except this time." The sudden stern look in the vampires eyes made Isaiah stare back in surprise. "We all shunned… Her... When that happened. We did not need that kind of hatred resurfacing in this day and age. Be careful, wolfman. Her name has been whispered on the breeze."
Left wide eyed and holding the lupin plant, all Isaiah could do was earnestly stumble out a thank you to the vampire that so quickly appeared and disappeared before trekking back to the townhouse in a daze.
Quietly letting himself into the room, Isaiah wasn’t sure if Aiyana had settled into the bedroom or not, but he didn’t pause to see. Darkness was his friend right now, and trying to be sneaky, he placed the plant on the bedside table before retreating to the bathroom. In no time at all, he was undressed and padding back to the bed in his wolf form. The foot of the bed was his home, which was his sneaky way of being close to the female without spooking her or making her uncomfortable. Truth be told, he just needed the comfort right now, especially after the warning from Aristoo. Why, of all times, now he was turning his life around, would he of all people be the one to deliver such a message?
As much as he was loving this alone time with his precious spirit, Isaiah just wanted morning to hurry up so they could get home and be somewhere safe. At least his penthouse was one of the few places he actually felt safe, especially if she was back in the neighbourhood.
winery
Aristoo the vampire
||o.o.c;; shitshitshit this post is sheeeeeeet. i rewrote it that many times i'm so sorry it took this long D: but it's done and it's out there now. god help us xDD
the only way i could move forward was to move everyone so much, ack sorrryyyyyyyy ; ~ ; ||
#4C787E - Helena talking #99C68E - Helena thinking n/a
#463E41 - Isaiah talking #98AFC7 - Isaiah thinking Classy Casual
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It was more boring than she had expected. In her experience, parties were loud things, where people grabbed at her, passed her around like a little exotic toy to be played with, harsh laughter that wasn't happy and smiles that expressed no joy. Of course, she knew Isaiah would never let something like that happen, but it was still what the flower spirit was expecting. Instead, there was drunken giggling and conversation, people standing around chatting, little snacks being passed around instead of people. It was the first time Aiyana had experienced any sort of civilized gathering that could be called a party and she wasn't sure what to make of it. She still didn't enjoy it, feeling closed in and stuck in the warm room with too many people and not enough flowers, but she didn't complain. Of course she didn't. She simply took little sips of her juice and had a few of the finger foods, finding some of them surprisingly delicious.
Food made it a little more bearable.
But when he said it was time to leave, she let out a sigh of relief before she could hold it back. Not flinching from his fingers on her elbow to guide her out, Aiyana simply ignored the looks cast their way because she was oblivious to them. She was just eager to get back outside and go home, unsure if they were spending the night or not there. Whatever the case was, she was just happy to be out of the party and her expression relaxed a little more once they were outside in the fresh air. The breeze was a little cool, but she welcomed it after so many people being too close to her, and the small woman was glad that he didn't press her for conversation. She didn't feel like talking, tired from the day and glad it was over. The only thing that made her give the werewolf an odd look was when he made a comment about them not supposed to be there. He had to be joking, she concluded, since he laughed after it and she doubted he would actually sneak around in this place, but it was still odd to her. It was also easy to ignore and she looked around at the room, blinking when she saw one bed.
His smile was strained, his tone...off. Aiyana could easily tell something was wrong and wasn't sure what it was. His offer to sleep at the foot of the bed, knowing that meant he would shift shapes, made the entire thing fine for the flower spirit, but she couldn't say anything before he was saying that he'd get her the little blue lupin from the car. Her expression brightened up and she nodded, seeing a bag Helena must have packed already waiting on the bed for them, brought in by one of the workers. Left to her own devices, Aiyana went into the bathroom to change, brushing her hair out and putting on her usual nightgown. There was another outfit for her to wear the next morning, much more casual than the dress she had been put into, which made her that much cheerier. The flower spirit didn't realize just how pretty she had been in the dress the female wolfess had picked out for her and she didn't much care, preferring comfort over anything else. And while it hadn't been awful, the one waiting for her for the next day was much softer and much more to her liking.
Isaiah still hadn't returned and she wasn't sure if something had happened. There was nothing to hear outside, and she didn't have supernatural senses of smell or hearing to pick up anything amiss. Shrugging and reminding herself he'd told her to get ready for bed, Aiyana turned off the lights and climbed into the big bed, surprised at how soft it was. She pulled the blankets up to her chin and curled up a little, not quite falling asleep. She couldn't relax enough until the man had returned, trying to sneak around, and she patiently waited until he had jumped up onto the foot of the bed to yawn and pat the pillow next to her. "You can come up here, silly wolf," was her quiet words. It was easy for the flower spirit to tell something was bothering him. Maybe the same thing that had been bothering him? She wasn't sure. Once the wolf had obliged, Aiyana curled up against his back with another yawn and quickly dropped into sleep, wrapping an arm around his big neck to cuddle.
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As far as the flower spirit was concerned, the night passed easily. She slept soundly despite it being a strange environment, mostly because Isaiah was right there. The little blue lupin was blooming on the nightstand beside her and Aiyana stretched out, waking up with the rising sun as usual for her. Giving the wolf another sleepy sort of hug, she nuzzled into his fur for a moment before forcing herself out of bed and padding into the bathroom to wash up. Her little routine never took her very long and she had showered and dressed in no time at all. Helena had to have paid attention to the weather forecast for the day - it was sunny, giving a little bit of warmth, and not as chilly as it had been the past few days. The dress had sleeves, but they were so loose and soft that Aiyana found she didn't mind them much, and she brushed her hair out as she returned to the main little room with a glass of water in her spare hand. Hungry, not so much, but she was thirsty and it was her fourth glass that she had drank while getting dressed.
"Did you need to do anything else while we're here?" she asked, seeing the wolf still on the bed. "Thank you for waiting, I'm all done now," she added with a small smile, assuming he had been waiting for her to finish so he could go and shower himself. Aiyana sat down on the foot of the bed to wait for Isaiah to be ready, hoping they could just go home. She missed all her plants that were there, and Helena too.
And maybe Isaiah would cheer up a little when they were home.
“Live in each season as it passes; breathe the air, drink the drink, taste the fruit, and resign yourself to the influence of the earth.”
//ooc~TA-DAH //
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