Owl returns, looking...slightly wigged outracheltherunnerSeptember 9 2007, 00:47:47 UTC
Dean,
Really know how to talk to a girl, don't you?
Have no clue, haven't talked to him in days bec
Yeah, why do you care
Meeting would be good. Nice, even. Get me out of the room.
Where are you? Never mind. I can smell find you.
-R
P.S. Lost it.
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The hut. Easy to find. Smelled just like Dean, although the scent of him was lost, slightly, under so many other people. But still, Dean was someone I could have picked out of a crowd just by his smell alone. Vamp noses were made for that.
Stupid owl had bit me and I was sucking at my cut finger, the taste of my own blood making my eyes go black and far away. Mmmm, Dean. He would be so sweet, I was sure. My vampire instincts were kicking in the closer I got to the hut and I ran my tongue over the caps I'd gotten. I couldn't bite him, not unless I took them off. And hopefully I'd not lose it that badly.
I can smell you? What did that even mean? It was all Dean had been able to scribble out onto a new sheet of paper before there was a knock on the door. How did somebody respond to something like that? He didn't even know what she was going for there. ...Smell him? He just seriously couldn't get over that.
Whatever. Knocking. The owl could wait a minute. He was only doing this so Lily would shut up. And send more cookies. Also, dish more about Sam. He needed that, dammit. Sam was fucking eluding him lately. And talking to Lily instead of him, which was so not fair, and made of things that made Dean want to punch somebody in the face.
He really needed to stop thinking.
Door open. ...Hi, Rachel. Um! There were a few moments in which Dean just kind of... stood. And stared. And his jaw was hanging most decidedly slack for a couple of seconds, as he attempted to come up with actual words and only really managed to make a few, indescribable sounds of nothing. "Y... I-I." Conversation, it was eluding him. "Hi?"
Interesting. I hadn't know that interest, arousal, all could be just as potent to a vampire as fear. Not nearly so exciting, but it definitely made a smile curve my lips up. The last vestiges of tenuous Rachel disappeared under a wave of hunting vampire.
"Hi," I said, somehow making that one word a lot dirtier than it should have been.
Pushing forward, walking past him, my finger trailed along his chest before snagging in the collar of his shirt and pulling him after me. "I think we need a drink," I murmured, an evil smile flashing across my face.
He, huh? He agreed! He wasn't even entirely sure what she'd just said, really, but he definitely agreed!
There was something... weird right now. Was she drunk? High, maybe? She was acting weird. He sneaked a peek into her eyes and damn! You could throw a frigging Frisbee through those puppies. She was stoned off her ass, wasn't she?
Still, Dean let fingers trail all over, jerking him into the hut and, hi-o, he wasn't fighting against a greeting like that. He kind of liked a girl who knew what she was doing and freaking look at this little domineering entrance! She had the dress for the whole dominatrix and everything. And he repeated: Damn!
"Drink," he mumbled vaguely, slow sort of smile tugging up the corner of his mouth. "Right. Drink."
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Really know how to talk to a girl, don't you?
Have no clue, haven't talked to him in days bec
Yeah, why do you care
Meeting would be good. Nice, even. Get me out of the room.
Where are you? Never mind. I can smell find you.
-R
P.S. Lost it.
---
The hut. Easy to find. Smelled just like Dean, although the scent of him was lost, slightly, under so many other people. But still, Dean was someone I could have picked out of a crowd just by his smell alone. Vamp noses were made for that.
Stupid owl had bit me and I was sucking at my cut finger, the taste of my own blood making my eyes go black and far away. Mmmm, Dean. He would be so sweet, I was sure. My vampire instincts were kicking in the closer I got to the hut and I ran my tongue over the caps I'd gotten. I couldn't bite him, not unless I took them off. And hopefully I'd not lose it that badly.
Nervous, and those nerves making my every movement turn into preternatural stillness, I knocked lightly on the door. My outfit probably didn't scream 'ill at ease ( ... )
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Whatever. Knocking. The owl could wait a minute. He was only doing this so Lily would shut up. And send more cookies. Also, dish more about Sam. He needed that, dammit. Sam was fucking eluding him lately. And talking to Lily instead of him, which was so not fair, and made of things that made Dean want to punch somebody in the face.
He really needed to stop thinking.
Door open. ...Hi, Rachel. Um! There were a few moments in which Dean just kind of... stood. And stared. And his jaw was hanging most decidedly slack for a couple of seconds, as he attempted to come up with actual words and only really managed to make a few, indescribable sounds of nothing. "Y... I-I." Conversation, it was eluding him. "Hi?"
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"Hi," I said, somehow making that one word a lot dirtier than it should have been.
Pushing forward, walking past him, my finger trailed along his chest before snagging in the collar of his shirt and pulling him after me. "I think we need a drink," I murmured, an evil smile flashing across my face.
Mmmm, this was going to be fun.
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There was something... weird right now. Was she drunk? High, maybe? She was acting weird. He sneaked a peek into her eyes and damn! You could throw a frigging Frisbee through those puppies. She was stoned off her ass, wasn't she?
Still, Dean let fingers trail all over, jerking him into the hut and, hi-o, he wasn't fighting against a greeting like that. He kind of liked a girl who knew what she was doing and freaking look at this little domineering entrance! She had the dress for the whole dominatrix and everything. And he repeated: Damn!
"Drink," he mumbled vaguely, slow sort of smile tugging up the corner of his mouth. "Right. Drink."
Thank you, Lily. For making him owl. No, really.
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