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A letter to Rhiannon (while at school).

Rhiannon's first reply.

(( next two posts ripped from Rhiannon's journal. ))

Damien: It has been a while since Damien last walked this route. The sun is blazing in the sky, making the day almost unbearably hot. So, Damien has left his cape at home. He does, however, have his wide-brimmed hat on, to protect his skin.

He finally was able to pull himself from the suffocating arms of his mum this morning. He missed her, too, but he has some other people he needs to visit. The school could be done with their maintenance issues sooner than he thinks, after all!

He tugs on the long braid in front of his ear as he nears the front door. Once he is there, he knocks, then clasps his hands behind his back. He looks down at his shoes and frowns. A smudge catches his eye and he bends forward with the thought of buffing it off with his thumb.

Rhiannon: Rhiannon hummed as she walked to answer the door. She wondered who it was, not even thinking that it would be Damien as she presumed he was still at school; although she hadnt heard from him at all in weeks. She opened the door and her mouth dropped wide open and she just stared at him.

Damien: Damien looks up when he hears the door open. He mentally grumbles about the brim of his hat before sweeping it off of his head, and straightening into a standing position. "Hello, Rhiannon," he says, smiling slightly.

Rhiannon: 'Oh my god oh my god oh my god!' she exclaimed.
'You're back!' Rhiannon flung herself forward and wrapped her arms tightly around him. It was so good to hold him again!

Damien: Damien's first reaction is to blink a couple of times, rapidly, and then his arms snake around Rhiannon. "For a bit," he says, hugging her close. "It's good to see you," he adds, grinning. "You look wonderful," he continues.

Then, his tone is a little teasing when he asks, "Did you miss me?"

Rhiannon: Rhiannon purposely blocked out the 'for a bit' - she wasnt going to dwell on him returning to that school.
'I missed you so much my love,' she brushed her lips against his cheek, taking in how he felt and his scent. The little feral part of her snapped awake as she held him but she pushed it away. She couldnt rip his clothes off...yet anyway.

Damien: Damien shakes his head. "That will not do," he says, leaning forward to brush his lips against Rhiannon's. When he pulls back, he is still grinning. "I missed you too, mela," he says. "But, tell me, how have you been? Is your job going well?" he asks.

Apparently, he is not aware of any other thoughts that Rhiannon might have in her head.

Rhiannon: 'Its going ok.' she said, pulling him inside the house and shutting the door once he was in. Rhiannon trailed a hand along his face, and stroked one of his ears softly.
'I've been good. But I kept thinking of you.' she tugged him to her, and kissed him fully, her lips warm against his.

Damien: Damien has the presence of mind to toss his hat next to the door, but nothing more after that. He allows himself to get lost in the kiss a few good moments, before he pulls back. He smiles a little again, and his eyes lock on Rhiannon's. "I am glad to hear that," he says softly, not clarifying to which comment he is referring to. "I thought of you often as well," he admits. "I kept that picture you sent me," he chuckles. "You look so pretty in all that pink and yellow," he teases a little.

Rhiannon: 'Bah! That uniform is too bright and too short..' Rhiannon flicked him a little.
'But was that what you liked? The too short?' she grinned, for she was wearing her bottom skimming denim shorts. She didnt mind showing her legs off at home but at work was a little much.

Damien: Damien should have known that Rhiannon would be able to turn the tables on him. It seems he is a bit rusty when it comes to her mind, and he feels the tips of his ears growing hot. Was this the time for something a litlte bold? Maybe. . . .

"And, what if I did?" he asks, his voice soft. He raises his eyesbrows a little, keeping his smile in check.

Rhiannon: 'Then I'd have to do this,' and Rhiannon slid her arms around him again, letting them fall down his back and resting on his bottom. She winked cheekily and pinched gently.
'I really really missed you,' she said throatily.

Damien: Damien's eyes widen a little and he looks down at Rhiannon is mild suprise. "I can see that," he chuckles a little. He really has no idea what to do next, his brain doesn't seem to want to function right now. So, he lets the silence drag on.

Rhiannon: 'So umm,' Rhiannon is flustered a moment, wondering what on earth is going on with her right now.
'How have you been? And how come you are home early?'
They were in the living room now and she sat on the sofa, motioning him to sit next to her.
'Not that I am sorry to see you home now, believe me.' she grinned.

Damien: Damien sits down and starts to roll up his sleeves. It seems the heat outside might have carried with him in here. "I have been good. A bit bored, mind you. Classes were postponed, so I had little to do at the school," he starts, looking over at Rhiannon once he is done with his sleeves. "I am home because there were some things around the school that needed to be taken care of," he shrugs a little before smiling slightly again.

He moves to put his arm around Rhiannon's shoulders, and then freezes a little. "Silver isn't around, is he?" he asks. He looks around, half expecting the wolf to come out and warn him, again, with some sort of weapon this time, not to hurt Rhiannon.

Rhiannon: 'Oh thats a shame,' secretly praising whatever misfortune had led to the postponement of the classes.
'No he isnt,' Rhiannon grinned. 'No one is. We are completely alone.'

Damien: "Ah," Damien relaxes a little. They were alone. No wolf-boy jumping out from a dark corner threatening him, or anything of that nature.

Then again, alone could be just as frightening. If not moreso! "So . . . what did you want to do?" he asks.

Rhiannon: Rhiannon looked at him and smiled softly;
'You..' she said, keeping her face perfectly un-readable. She would not laugh and give herself away.

Damien: Damien blinks a little at the statement, and blushes furiously now.

Then, his mind starts working out a way to maybe turn the tables. Although, by now, he knows that not much really shocks Rhiannon, as it does him. Oh well, he can always try. . . .

"That can be arranged," he says, smoothing down his long hair a moment.

Rhiannon: She moved on the sofa, running a bare foot up his leg and stretched her leg across his lap, sliding almost onto his lap;
'Damien...' she said softly.
'I'm kind of partly serious. I thought about that - and you alot when you were away.'

Damien: Damien is blushing again, though not quite as bad as before. "Ah . . . Did you?" he hears himself asking. It would be a lie to say that the thought had never crossed his mind. But, he isn't sure he could bring himself to say anything like that right now. He doesn't believe he has the ability. Like so many times before, Rhiannon has left him a little speechless.

It is a few minutes before he gains his voice again. He looks away from Rhiannon. "What if I were to say that I was partly serious too?" he asks.

Rhiannon: Rhiannon blinked a few times..well that had been - unexpected? She knew he liked her like that because certain things happened when they got close.
'Well I didnt bring it up just to try and make you blush you know. I think...I want to do that, and I'd like to share the experience with you.' she squeezed his arm gently.

Damien: "I know," Damien says, turning in his seat to face her. "And I feel the same way, honestly," he continues. "I just . . . well . . . I think it will happen when you least expect it. Probably when neither of us are thinking about it," he smiles a little.

Rhiannon: Rhiannon chuckled softly;
'You might be right,' she pulled him to her again, brushing his hair from his face. She kissed his cheeks, gently touching his face scales with her lips. She smiled at him and then suddenly remembered something.
'Oh - what was that thing you brought up in your last letter but didnt go into details about?'

Damien: Damien pushes aside his discomfort at Rhiannon being so close to his scales. He simply keeps the smile on his face a bit longer.

Then, it falters a little. "Refresh my memory?" he says, his brain working overtime. How long had it been since he sent the last letter? And, what nonsense and the school could he have wanted to save for later?

Rhiannon: 'Hang on and I'll get the letter,' she slid off him and padded out of the room. Moments later she was back, and gave him the much read piece of paper.
'Here..' she pointed at the line after he wrote about the photo that Elle took of him.
'You said there was something you wanted to tell me in person.'

Damien: "Ah," Damien nods, looking over the letter. He doesn't comment on the state of the paper, but looks over at Rhiannon. "I really would rather this not go any farther than this room. And, since I have not been feeling any effects, I don't think that it is that big of a deal," he says, smiling slightly. "It is just a little . . . shocking."

At this, he pauses a moment, wondering if he really should tell anyone. Finally, he doesn't see the harm in it. Rhiannon wouldn't tell anyone, right? Well, he trusts her, anyway. "Elle had been starving herself, if I remember correctly. I can't remember the exact circumstances of the evening, but when I put my hand on her arm, she bit me out of reflex," he shrugs a little, to show that it really wasn't that big of a deal.

Rhiannon: 'Why would Elle bite you?' Rhiannon was confused. She wasnt about to tell anyone but she wasnt sure why not - what was Elle anyway?

Damien: Damien blinks a little. "Oh, dear," he says. "Well . . . she is half vampire," he explains. "And, if you didn't know about it, I am sure that she would rather not very many people know. I only know because Mum Lenore and her mum are close," he says, hastily.

Rhiannon: 'I wouldnt.' Rhiannon said.
'Damien I know what its like for people to hate or fear you because of what you are. I'd never bring that on to anyone.' she fell quiet, unconsciously running a finger over the now silvery scar on her thigh.

Damien: Damien smiles a little. "I know," he says, reaching over to stroke her hair. "Let's try not to think about that," he says, all along his voice soft. "Alright?"

Rhiannon: 'Well I would rather think of something else,' she put her arms around him again and nestled her head into his neck, kissing the side of it. She moved up to his face and smiled at him.
'You might not be able to return to school you know. I might not let you go,' Rhiannon giggled.

Damien: "Oh really," He says, grinning again, his arms going around her. "I might have a thing or two to say about that," he continues, humor in his eyes.

Rhiannon: 'Oh you want to leave me huh?' Rhiannon's face fell, and she pushed her bottom lip out, pouting.

Damien: "No, darling," Damien says, stroking her hair again. "But, my mum paid for me to go to school. I cannot just let her money go to waste," he kisses her forehead softly. "I would much rather stay here," he says, firmly.

Rhiannon: 'Yeah I know. I know you have to go again but I really dont like seeing you go.' Rhiannon tangled her fingers in his hair, letting the strands fall as she moved her hand.
'Smuggle me in your stuff when you go back?' she half-joked.

Damien: Damien chuckles. "Alright, then. You might want to put your two weeks notice in at work," he winks at her. "But, you know, if you want to see me, you can. I told you visitors were welcome in the school."

Rhiannon: 'I know but I didnt want to just turn up..' Rhiannon said.
'I didnt know your class schedule or anything after all.' she started playing with one of his ears, gently stroking it from tip to lobe.

Damien: Damien's eyes close a little, and his body tenses just a tad. "When I know my schedule, I will send it to you. Will that be better?" he asks, still smiling a little.

Rhiannon: 'Yes that will do,' Rhiannon kissed him on the cheek and snuggled against him.
'Mmm.' she laid a hand on his chest and left it there, liking the way it rose and fell with his breathing.
'This is nice,' she purred softly.

Damien: "Yes," he agrees, leaning his head back a little. He closes his eyes a moment, relaxing fully again as he stretches his legs out in front of him, crossing them at the ankle. "Let's not get up again."

Rhiannon: She giggled;
'I like the sound of that,' she laid a leg on top of his, wrapping around him properly. Her toes rubbed his ankles.
'So...' she said, after a few minutes passed.
'What are you thinking of right now?'

Damien: He is never really sure how to answer that. At any one moment, several things are going through his mind. It seems his brain never sleeps, really. He picks out a thought and speaks it. "Just how . . . at ease I feel. Just sitting here. It isn't awkward, the silence," he explains, hugging her closer. "What are you thinking?" he mimics, smiling a little.

Rhiannon: She blushed a little;
'Imagining you naked actually,' Rhiannon teased, giggling and rubbing his ankle with her foot again. The hand on his chest moved downwards and rested on his belly.

Damien: Damien actually laughs a little. "Really? That is interesting," he says. "I imagine me naked all the time," he jokes, opening his eyes just enough to look down at Rhiannon. "I hope it is a more enjoyable image for you than it is me," he teases.

Rhiannon: 'Well you've seen yourself so why would it be interesting...' Rhiannon said.
'Umm not that your body is boring! But you know what I mean.' she leaned up and planted a kiss on the end of his nose.

Damien: Damien chuckles, wrinkling his nose and shaking his head. "Oh, I see how this is going," he jokes. "You would rather not see me naked. That is fine," his tone is mock-offense. "I will just remain fully clothed around you at all times."

Rhiannon: Rhiannon sat up, poking her tongue out at him;
'You know very well I didnt mean that!' she straddled his hips with her legs and sat on him. Her hands went to his shirt buttons and she started undoing them.
'We'll see about the fully clothed thing,' Rhiannon winked at him.

Damien: Damien looks up at Rhiannon a moment, unsure what to do. Finally, he only laughs. "Do with me what you will, my lady," he says through his laughter. "Just know I will not enjoy any moment of this disrobing."

Rhiannon: Rhiannon smiled, undoing the last button and pushing the shirt to one side. She ran her palm across his bare chest, and then down onto his belly. Leaning, she followed the path of her hand with her lips, planting kisses on his warm skin. Rhiannon sat up again and looked at him, colour high on her face.
'So that wasnt enjoyable?'

Damien: Damien's one thought is that nothing embarassing is happening in his body . . . yet. Other than the blushing that he can feel spreading even as far as his neck. "Erm . . . so maybe I am enjoying it a little?" he says in a soft voice, glancing down at Rhiannon. He can't bring himself to move, or do anything to make her stop, even if he REALLY wanted to. He is not sure if that is a good, or bad, thing.

Rhiannon: He hadnt told her stop, and so she leaned and kissed his chest again. In her mind she wasnt sure if she wanted this to lead to anything, but she liked being this intimate with him - even if that was all they did. Rhiannon stopped again.
'This isnt making you uncomfortable is it?' she was acutely aware that she was sitting on his lap whilst she kissed him, and was whilst not worried about what might pop up, was worried that he would worry.

Damien: "Not entirely," Damien says, honestly. He is painfully aware of his inexperience, now. Is he just supposed to lie back and let Rhiannon do what she will, or is he supposed to be . . .

He mentally shakes his head. He adds, "It is just a bit . . . new." He smiles a little, to show that he is not closed to new experiences.

Rhiannon: She nodded;
'Oh and you think I'm the big expert huh?' she tilted her head and looked quizically at him. Rhiannon traced a finger across his chest.

Damien: "I wasn't saying that," Damien says, feeling his might have just put his big foot into his big mouth. "But, you do know a bit more than I do about this sort of thing," he adds.

Did he just stick his foot further into his mouth?

Rhiannon: 'I do have some experience..' she admitted.
'I kind of - had this thing with someone before we got together, and one time we got physically close.' Rhiannon blushed at the memory.
'But I'm still...umm - the cherry hasnt been popped.' she giggled.

Damien: Damien tilts his head, looking at her confused. "Why would anyone pop a cherry? Aren't you supposed to eat them, not squish them?" Yes, Nyoka had given him a few details that Lenore just didn't feel up to talk about, but she never once used this term.

Rhiannon: She laughed, nearly falling off his lap.
'Damien!' she managed when she had stopped laughing. She wiped her eyes.
'You are so cute,' Rhiannon kissed him softly.
'Cherry is another way of saying virginity,' she said.

Damien: "Oh," Damien is a little embarassed, but he is used to this by now. "Well . . . I suppose that is comforting for me?" he says, smiling nervously.

Rhiannon: 'I guess you could say that..' Rhiannon chuckled.
'I wanted to..' she squirmed on his lap.
'Lose it with someone I really loved.' she lay her head on his bare chest, listening to his heart.

Damien: The heartbeat is pretty fast now, after the squirm. He nods, however, ignoring his rapidly beating heart. "I understand that. I feel the same way," he says in a hoarse voice.

Rhiannon: Rhiannon moved a little, kissing his chest and then smiling softly;
'You're heart is racing...are you ok?'

Damient: "Fine," a lie. "I am great," he says, reaching up to stroke her hair, and smiling a little again.

Rhiannon: Her eyes slid shut, and the beat did seem to be calming again. Her hand stroked his chest and she let out a tiny contented noise.
'So..' she said quietly.
'Do I take my top off as well?' she grinned to herself.

Damien: Damien blinks, and looks down at Rhiannon. He swallows, and then glancing up at the ceiling, as though asking the Goddess what in the hells he is supposed to say to that.

"Erm," he settles on. "I guess that would depend on whether you want to or not?"

Rhiannon: 'I want to be comfortable...besides, this is a small step so that you dont blush into a melting puddle if anything else happens,' Rhiannon said quietly. She sat up and slipped her t-shirt off over her head. She was wearing a white cotton bra underneath so it was really only the same as when he'd seen her in her bikini.
'See? Its ok,' she giggled.

Damien walks into the kitchen, humming a little tune. He is put together perfectly, as always, Lenore notes, but there is something . . . different about him. She can't quite put her finger on it.

Maybe it is that bounce in his step? The slight swagger? Her eyes narrow behind their sunglasses to study him further.

But, she shakes her head when Damien looks her way, and beams brilliantly over at her.

"Beautiful morning, isn't it?" Damien asks, in elven.

"Sure," Lenore replies, narrowing her eyes again. "You have mail," she says, pointing a taloned finger at the package on the small table by the kitchen's entrance.

"Thanks," Damien says, setting down the glass he had taken from Emme before he walks over to get his mail. He lifts his eyebrows a little, but shrugs.

He first opens the note and reads it.



As he reads the note, his ears gradually build up to a lovely shade of red. He hastily stuffs the note into his pocket, and drops the package as though it is on fire. He has a good idea of what might be in it.

He glances over at his mum, and notes that she is staring at him with interest. He smiles nervously, and opens his mouth to say something. . . .

. . . .But Lenore beats him to the punch. "Aren't you going to open it?" she asks.

"Maybe later," Damien says, his eyes moving toward the exits.

"What, is it something that I am not supposed to see?" Lenore asks, rising from her seat at the table. She takes a step toward him. "Go on. It's only a package, isn't it?"

"Yes, it is," Damien sighs, looking sadly at the exit that seems so far away. Resigned, he opens the package.

And Lenore screeches. She rounds on Damien, and he winces, covering his sensitive ears, and preparing himself for a toungue lashing.

"WHAT WERE THOSE SENT TO YOU FOR?!" Lenore asks.

Damien closes his eyes, all of his face and neck red. "I would think it would be obvious. . . ."

"Don't you get smart with me, young man!" Lenore says, brandishing a taloned finger in his face. "You are grounded! Up the stairs you get!"

As Damien makes his hasty retreat, he hears Lenore growling something that sounded like he was far too young to be running 'round and doing things that required condoms.

Furious, he slams his door, and hurries to the phone. There is only one person that can talk his mum down. . . . And he is about to call her.

Halloween

Damien tosses his candy, untouched, on the floor by the bed.

"Why does she have to be so bloody stupid!" Damien practically growls, and tosses his hat across the room.

Alright, he tells himself. You really need to calm down. Take some deep breaths, sit on your bed, look out at the night sky. That always calms you. . . .

So, Damien does. He stares out at the stars, and thinks.

Finally, when he thinks he is calmed enough, he pulls open the drawer of the nightstand by his bed, and takes out his journal, and a quill.

Tinania is being a git.

Is there anything else I would like to call her? Probably, but I don't think it would be good for me to put the words down in writing.

Besides, I try to refrain from vulgarity. . . .

She is speaking with her grandfather. Indeed, visiting him! That is akin to me going and having tea with my grandfather!

After all that our mums have done to keep us away from that family! She goes and does this!

I am not the only one angry about this. Nyoka, I saw, was very upset. As was Aylana, I think.

I only hope that she wakes up before he has his wand to her throat. Or before she sees a bright green flash. . . .

-D.

The Full Moon!

December 30, 2005

I was finally able to give Rhiannon her Christmas gift. I know it is late, but I have had family things, and I think she has been busy.

She liked it, which made me relieved. And, happy, of course. But, there was more relief there. I had been worried that she wasn't going to like it at all.

However, that is not why this entry is being made, is it?

Well, imagine our shock when I gave the bracelet to Rhiannon, and the full moon stone was glowing? It was close to nightfall, and Rhiannon tried to run away.

I talked her into staying. It was a bit harder for me to get words out this time, because . . . well, I really can't explain why. I can tell her I love her, but I can't tell her that I could see myself with her for a very long time. It is a mental block, I think. And, I don't know what is the cause.

When I finally got out what I needed to, she stayed. I was, I admit, a little hurt when she thought the worst of how I might act upon seeing her. But, I have to realize that everyone gets scared about this sort of thing.

When she transformed, I have to admit, I was a little startled. But, I could really only think that she might be in pain.

We spent the night outside. Well, she sort of fell asleep on me. I didn't want to wake her, so I slept out there as well.

Uleme, the centaur leader in the forest, found us under the tree. I just thank the goddess that I thought to slip my cloak over Rhiannon during the night, because she wasn't really wearing anything. . . . Uleme is a gentleman, though. Once he noticed the state Rhiannon was in, he turned his back and let her dress. Then, he walked us to the gate.

All in all, I think Rhiannon and I took a step further in our relationship last night. I would hope that Rhiannon feels the same way, at least. . . .

-D