RP Log with obsuritenoire | Morning after night before

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[Before THIS]

Juliette didn't return to their suite until morning, but there was no point trying to even talk to Blaise at that moment. He was just waking and he hadn't fed. His skin was pale and cold, and she knew he would be unresponsive until he fed. One of his entourage that they were travelling with came in and catered to his hunger, and he was now just out of the shower, wrapped in a black silk robe as he entered the bedroom of the suite drying his hair with a towel. The blinds were understandably all drawn to block out the bright morning sunlight that was apparently shining outside in an uncharacteristically hot Scottish day. He shot Juliette a smirk where she was sitting there watching him like she was waiting for him to spill everything about the night before. "Finished playing nursemaid to the Scotsman, mon amour?" he asked her in amusement.

He got some lounging pants and a shirt from the closet, even if his suitcase was already half-packed in preparation for his return to Paris. After the previous night, he was more than ready to depart the Scottish capital. It had been quite the tiresome journey. "You are looking far too smug. Please do not tell me you fed from him."


"I wouldn't dream of it, mon loup. I'm not that foolish as to feed from him." She got up from the bed, and bit down on the tip of her finger as she continued to watch Blaise. The packing hadn't escaped her, nor had the fact that she had been shooed out of their suite on a night when he was supposed to have been on a date. She'd just been about to enjoy a masseuse when Blaise's text message came. That was when her plans had changed and she'd gone to see Rory again. He had been surprised, but still welcomed her in. "I ate on the way back here. Slipped out before he was awake. I've been a very good girl. Only one slip so far... And that was just using a little Persuasion. I can't deny myself completely when it comes to him. Even when he's sick he just sits there begging to be taken..."

Blaise looked at her blandly, not surprised at all. "You slept with him without his knowledge. To think, that is illegal in mortal law," he said in amusement. He took the robe off and draped it over the end of the bed so he could start dressing. "When he was ill, no less. I highly doubt he was merely sitting there begging you for anything. You just took it, and from what I heard of him, he would not be impressed to hear you did that, so hopefully you enjoyed it. It is only a matter of time before he starts to connect certain dots himself." Especially not if Buffy got to him. The prior evening had been enjoyable for Blaise, right up until she clearly reacted on her first response, to hand the jewellery back to him. It was a worse slap in the face than when he had tried to pay for her cab fare that night, and he was pissed off. He had just chosen to sleep rather than go out. It would look too suspicious for even more anaemic patients to show up in the local Emergency Room.

Juliette pressed her lips together as she came to stand in front of Blaise while he was getting dressed, looking over his body before he concealed it. "I didn't enjoy it. Not like I thought I would. I even felt a little guilty after. It's not what I would have wanted our goodbye to be. If he does connect the dots then I'll owe it to him to explain since I swore to tell him the truth. I suppose I'll just have to risk it... Hope he can forgive me." She reached out to touch her fingers to his face. "What really happened last night? Were you in danger?"

"And was he everything you hoped, belle?" Blaise asked as he slipped his shirt on and started to do the buttons up. "Non, I was not in danger, and if I was, I would not have paused to give you a message. There was nothing to worry about. A few things came to light, and it was merely a matter of deciding on the best course of action. Your Scotsman is a Hunter, and Buffy is, indeed, a Slayer. As you can imagine, it could well have complicated issues extensively."

"He will be if I ever experience him when he is not sick, and not as much under Persuasion." Juliette frowned at the memory of that day, not entirely sure why she did regret it so much. Nor why she was so sad to suddenly be leaving Edinburgh. Her own packing was being left to the last minute, and Blaise would just have to deal with it as he always did. She set her gaze back on him, moving in closer as she arched her eyebrow. "A Slayer? Mon dieu... And she was hungry for you? What kind of Slayer is she? No wonder you were so suspicious of her. We are both as bad as each other, and yet... I do not think we have to fear Rory. The Slayer I am not so sure of. You're already speaking very clinically about her. Is she so well handled that you do not fear her interference? Does she know about us?"

Blaise went over to the desk in the room and sat down at it. "She does not yet realise the enormity of some things. She needs to think about it and absorb the information I have given her. However, she still did not fail to insult me yet again, and that is never something I swallow easily. I revealed myself to her. I wanted to claim her, pure and simple, and before you ask, non, I do not know completely why I did. I just merely needed to. She does not know enough, or anything, about Kindred to have the ability to be a risk to me. That is not to say she would not try to hurt me by hurting certain things close to me if she really wished..." He added, giving Juliette a pointed look. "That is not something I will allow to happen, though, and she would have to be one stupid Slayer to try it. She is far, far from stupid."

Juliette sat in an arm chair near his desk and crossed her legs over as she readjusted her skirt so it wasn't crinkled. "She really would be stupid to do such things. You revealed yourself, you wanted to claim her and she insulted you. How did she insult you this time, mon amour? Did she not take well to your attempt to claim her, or did she decide that it would be interesting foreplay to drive a stake through your heart?"

"She could try," Blaise returned with a hint of a smirk. He sighed and raked his fingers through his damp hair. "In essence, it was a complete disaster. We argued about love, I could not feed from her, she did not believe me until she basically had to see it for herself. There is a naivety to her. She does not know enough of Kindred to understand. Before last night, she knew nothing of us... and perhaps she might not want to understand. I fear she is just doing this to prove something to herself, to have an avenue to escape something of her past. She has had romances with vampires in the past, and I can not help but be concerned that she is trying to replace that experience, that it is a risk she gets a thrill out of. She is adamant she would want to come into my world without knowing anything about it. That just rings warning bells for me. As it stands right now, I cannot take those risks. She needs more to work with, but she wanted me to give everything in one night. When I could not reciprocate, she handed my gift back, so I merely bid her farewell. I could not tell you how things lie now. She about-turned and took the necklace before she left. I did not want to think anymore on it after that. I just wanted to rest. The necklace is an antique, it was very dear to me, but her first reaction was not to want it," he added with a small shrug of his shoulder.

Juliette cocked her head as she looked across the desk at Blaise and then bit back a surge of laughter. "Non, non, non, mon amour... She is not like us, remember? She is a 'modern woman'. She is also someone that has not come from court, or a rich background. And, from what I have seen, this little cheerleader is no gold digger. She probably was not expecting the jewels because she has never been given them. I cannot blame her completely for rejecting them. She will be feeling like it's too much, that's she's unworthy. Below you. It was a beautiful gesture, and one that would have been accepted in a heartbeat by a woman used to such things, or a woman greedy for such things." Juliette sighed as she let her head fall back against the arm chair and hooked her leg over the side. "The about turn is interesting though... I think it speaks more about the fact she did not actually want to insult you. She assumed she was doing the right thing in giving it back if you two had not come to some sort of understanding. Mortals, oui? Terribly emotional creatures. They do not live for all that long, so everything feels as if it needs to be rushed. Everything needs to be experienced while they still can... You're also about to return to Paris. What guarantee does she have... What guarantee does Rory have that we will not lose interest once back in our own country? When was the last time we carried out anything long distance, hm?" She twirled a lock of her dark hair around her finger as she started to swing her foot back and forth slowly. "The fact that she has had romantic trysts with vampires before is very interesting, and would perhaps explain why she would follow you into your world blindly. She assumes she knows everything, but she doesn't. She might also just assume throwing herself into it is the way to go. That you want intense, or you want nothing."

Blaise's eyes flashed angrily. "Then she should learn to be more grateful when a gift is offered to her. I was not handing her a damn severed bloody limb! Are you saying my gifts are only worthy of people who have had them before? That is conneries! Complete and utter! I do not want to hear any of this modern woman idiocy. Twice she has returned something I offered to her as a gift and twice she has thrown it in my face. That is not modernism, Juliette, that is pure and simple rudeness. I can take a hint when I see it. I might be rich, but I am not stupid. There will not be a third time," he resolved snappily. "What have you seen of her? Absolutely nothing! One night across a bar, so you are not furnished with any capacity to make judgments on such things. If it is too much, then I am too much, and it is not to say I already knew that from the start. I am not getting caught up in her little quest to find self-worth and purpose. It does not speak anything of the sort. It speaks regret that I bid her farewell when she thought I would just reciprocate her requests. Perhaps even should reciprocate them. She had already insulted me, the action had already spoke loudly. Understanding in one night of two completely different people and worlds is naivety even I cannot stomach. Even mortals get more time than that. It was the mere turning to the first page of a very large book. And Non! there is no guarantee and there was not going to be! I do not care who she is or what she is, I do not trust anyone in one night with a world and life I have built for over five hundreds years! One night of trust can lead to one night of betrayal and it all be gone in a flash." He snapped his fingers in front of her face for emphasis and then locked her gaze, his eyes showing his frustration with all of this. "I want trust and I want loyalty. Love. I want someone who can be my equal, and I do not mean in societal status. What I do not want is to be someone's proverbial bungee jump just because she recklessly stepped into a vampire's world in the past. Even with you, it took me many, many years to trust. She does not understand me enough to expect I freely give what she wishes because she has decided she wants it. I offered time for understanding and she threw it in my face. That is all I can offer at this juncture. I will not invite her into a world she knows nothing of. She knows where Paris is. About twelve hours drive that way," he added calmly, pointing in France's general direction.

Juliette sat calmly as Blaise exploded in anger, not moving a muscle or daring to interrupt until he was done. She did understand why he was so angry, she really did. She also could see Buffy's side of things. Her green eyes held his gaze as she waited for Blaise to calm down and pointed at herself. "Oui, it took years for you to trust me, but do you also remember what it was like trying to give me gifts? It was what made us such a heated couple in the first place besides the fact I was newly Embraced. I thought you were going to throw me out on my derrière many, many times, but you did not. However, I know it's not something you are fond of, and something that you do take personally. I am not saying she did the right thing. I am merely saying that I can understand both sides. She was unreasonable to expect so much out of one night." Juliette eased out of the chair and walked over to Blaise, and behind him so she could massage his shoulders. "What would you do if she just showed up in France?"

Blaise rolled his eyes. "I did not trust you because I did not know you, so do not even try to compare this. You will just succeed in pissing me off more and I will return home without you. This is not about gifts, and even that will piss me off if you keep trying to make it about it. That was one element. Do I look like a psychological therapist? I cannot fix her problems or her past. I do not appreciate being offended repeatedly, in any situation." He turned his laptop on so he could see to a few things with his business and watched the screen as the system loaded. "I honestly cannot believe she will. It is pointless to consider it."

Juliette pressed a kiss to the back of Blaise's neck and danced her fingertips across his back. There was probably nothing she would say right then that would make him feel any less angry, so what was the point in trying? She didn't want to be left behind, and she didn't want to put up with him in a cranky mood. She frowned as she tried to work out why the Slayer would feel as if Blaise was some sort of psychological therapist. She was also starting to feel a little pissed off herself that the blonde was trying to steal Blaise for her own selfish needs. She turned her mind to Rory briefly and wondered if she was trying the same thing, but the roles reversed. "Once we are back in Paris none of it will matter... They'll forget us."

Blaise gave a slight laugh and typed his password in with one hand. "All idealistic, mon amour. Except... I claimed her," he reminded her, glancing up behind him at her face. "She will not forget about me until someone takes that place. It released her from the hold the last vampire had on her, however. That experience could have haunted her for a long time. Not necessarily in a bad way, but he was cursed, supposedly. This works both ways, see? I cannot possibly know everything about her in a single night, either." He drummed his fingers softly on the keys without pressing them as he thought.

Juliette tapped his temple gently before she kissed it. "Then maybe you need to stop assuming that she is using you for some sort of cathartic Freudian experience. The fact that you did claim her and release her from the hold of her ex-vampire is something quite extraordinary, though. Perhaps you're right to assume she will not forget you so easily. It's just what she chooses to do with the little knowledge she has that will show her true colours, hm?" Juliette pushed her hands down down Blaise's chest as she hugged him from behind with her cheek pressed against his. "I did not claim him, so I do not think he will have much reason to remember me other than as someone that bothers him."

Blaise smirked and turned his head up to her again, covering her forearm with his hand in the embrace. "I am proud of you for the restraint, but I believe you knew he would be pissed off if you did. He's a fiery thing, non? I got that sense from hearing Buffy talk of him. He has been drained recently. I could sense that on him. It was probably a sound idea not to indulge yourself, cherie or he may have gotten seriously ill." He waved his hand. "I was not simply assuming. She self-professed to such past experiences and stressors, admitted that my world could relieve her of some of that burden, a need for change. I am not making this up as I go along. Be mindful that I did not have to reveal any of this to you. Indeed, it may have been in your best interest to not. The claim was not just a random urge that took my fancy. It would not have taken long for me in her presence to start getting infuriated at his signature on her. It would have been enough to get me into a rage whenever I was around her. It released us both, you could say."

"And yet, you'll still feel a connection to her. Even if you do not wish to taste her blood again." Juliette wet her lips as she rubbed her hands against his stomach. "I did not miss that either, besides the fact he admitted to blood loss in the club that night. I feel as if I've been somewhat cheated. I might never know the taste of him. It's awful. If only he wasn't so fiery and... decent. He's almost as bad as you. He has all these ideas about trust, and letting people close. She sounds high maintenance. Perhaps you have really dodged a bullet? Or perhaps she will not be ready to you until she fixes her own mess. But now she is at least no longer signed by him. She is signed by you... Convenient, non?"

Blaise shrugged and pushed his hair back off his face. "Not necessarily. A claim might be a bond, but it is not one that demands physical presence. She could go her whole life without seeing me again, and there would be no consequence to her except a sensation of loss for her to think about it. She does not love me, which is what a claim is usually based upon to give a need for a physical presence. Convenience is neither here nor there. I have to return to Paris, I cannot live anywhere else but France. That is not something that will change." He opened his email program, but didn't have a strong desire to concentrate on them. "He has lost a love, I believe. Buffy said he had experienced true love, deeply. Yet he told you he was not in a relationship. That love still lingers in him, though. It is one of those situations that could be difficult. The question of whether he is even looking for another relationship."

"Then it will need to be her that changes. Je sais, it's why I have struggled not to push anything. And now, like I said - we are returning to France. There is nothing I will do to change that, no matter how intrigued by him I am. If he is not ready to let his love go, now he does not have to. I won't be around to bother him." Juliette straightened up a little and pressed a kiss to Blaise's cheek. "I think I may actually miss him, mon loup. I do not know how to feel about that."

Blaise was once again pushing his hair back when it kept falling into his eyes. Without anything to hold it back, it always went right back to curly and annoying, just like it had been when he was younger. "Then go and see him again, mon belle. Invite him to Paris. Just do not give him diamonds," he added with a wry snort. "And to be fair, he did not have to before. Just because you took a liking to him does not mean he had to automatically reciprocate. Did you even ask him about his life, or did you just want to ravish him?"

Juliette pouted a little. "We talked. I made him soup. It's not as if I'm that preoccupied with sex... Even if I do want to climb onto your lap and ride you before I even try and go near him again. Are you sure you will be alright all on your lonesome with nothing to do but stare at a computer screen? Can I bring you back anyone?"

Blaise waved his hand dismissively at the offer. "Non, non... I am still feeling out of sorts after trying to feed from Buffy. I am pretty sure I remember this being what a hangover feels like. That Sixteenth Century ale and wine was a bitch," he added with a smirk. "It has been a long time since I fed on what I could not tolerate. It has taken its toll. I am to return to Paris tonight, amour. I need to return home to regain my strength. You can follow later, if you wish more time with your Scotsman. I will ensure you are greeted with a fine meal upon your return," he promised and swept his hand down over her hip to her arse, giving it a soft, affectionate squeeze.

Juliette reached out to touch her fingers to his lips, hooking them into his mouth briefly before she leaned forward to kiss his forehead and then the corner of his mouth. "J'taime, mon loup. I am sorry she does not agree with you. Eat a little something before you fly, pour moi? It should make you feel better. I will not linger here for much longer if I am not wanted. And even if I am... Je ne sais pas. We shall see. Are you sure you'll be alright?"

Blaise gave a brief nod. "Toujours, amour," he replied, even if it was a slight stretch of the truth. The trip had turned out to be quite abysmal with the turn of events the previous night. He did need to regain his strength and he'd had enough of Scotland for the moment. As beautiful as he found the country, it was more than time for him to return to his home. He had never liked to be weak and too far away from his comfort zone. It put him in danger, and knowing what Buffy was involved with, he would much prefer to steer clear of any of that.

Juliette gave him another kiss before she straightened up and looked down at her outfit. As much as the dress was to Blaise's tastes, she wasn't completely sure it was to Rory's. She needed to change, and she needed to work out if she should be prepared or not for Rory to know the truth. It was a big step. She had yet to even be able to seduce him without Persuasion, let alone carry on a conversation about what she really was.