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First cut is the deepest...

Oct 04, 2010 01:29

Characters: Justine and Thomas Raith
Time: Late afternoon going into early evening (shortly after this)
Location: Hard Rock Hotel
Content: Star-crossed lovers...
Format: Starting with prose.
Warnings: Probable angst? (Or possible sugar overload. Or both. It's difficult to tell, with these two.)

( It hadn't occurred to Justine that she shouldn't come here first. )

[character] justine, [character] thomas raith

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godofcologne October 3 2010, 23:48:05 UTC

The knock on the door came maybe a minute or so after Thomas stepped out of the shower. First the Red Court (and his Hummer). Then the trip on Lake Michigan. It had been a hard week on his reserves, and Thomas was doing his best to ignore the whisper of his demon against his consciousness, the slowly growing emptiness, the growing desire to feed. He could call Minako. Could call her with a friendly invitation to go out for drinks. One thing could lead to another ( ... )

gift_girl October 6 2010, 08:06:52 UTC

Justine stared right back. Well, no, staring wasn't the correct word. She drank the sight of him with her eyes, desire and affection and love mixing in a way that made it seem like it was never enough, ever.

He looked... well, divine, like always. Especially shirtless like this, which was a sight that made her heart speed up since she was in her mid-teens; especially with the way the gray eyes didn't waver from her.

Stars...

She could see the play of it in his eyes. Gray, paler, almost silver for a moment, then solidifying again. Not that she wasn't familiar with this, too, but it was... something. A sign, it had been more time for him between when they last saw each other than it had been for her. She was going to ask.

He also looked... not starved, but much more depleted than he had been in a while. And you can't do anything about that. No.A couple of beats after the question, she shook her head. "I am guessing that means she is stirring something up," she didn't need to add 'again', she was sure Thomas heard it, anyway, " ( ... )

godofcologne October 6 2010, 16:23:23 UTC

And with that exchange, the spell broke, at least for the moment. It didn't detract from his awareness of her, the war between desire, love, and that ever-present gaping emptiness that roiled within him whenever she was near. But conversation gave Thomas something to focus his attention on, a reminder of where they were and how he really should stop gaping like an idiot ( ... )

gift_girl October 6 2010, 19:35:30 UTC

Justine slipped in, her usual, very human grace not leaving her now, either. Taking her cues from him (and his state of undress, she knew, or believed she did, that her touch would still be hurtful, especially with the way emotions chased on his face. Or the emotions she saw; not many were likely to interpret them with any likelihood of precision), she kept a bit of distance; not too much, though. Close enough that she could lean and touch the side of his hips, over the jeans. Close enough that he could reach, too, although even the immense suite was close, the way he could move ( ... )

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