to my youth

HE HAS NEVER FELT MAGIC upon his skin before until she had come along and now that he has he is not entirely sure he could ever go back. the ease with which she had healed him still makes his skin tingle, warmth radiating from that spot to his entire body. he feels rejuvenated in a way rest and food does not offer and he can imagine how the high of this can prove addictive if offered to the wrong person. if the witch could find a way to become more powerful by weakening cisne, she would only need hours to lay entire towns to waste, ambrose is certain of it. this has no longer become a mission to get himself to safety — the only thing that matters now is saving cisne, making sure cisne stays safe. he tells himself it is because the consequences would be far too grave if cisne is recaptured, burying any personal reason he may have for this fear.

Cisne didn't want to admit to Ambrose that she was fearful for what could happen, to them or anyone innocent they may encounter. Whatever plan the witch had it needed to be stopped, and removing themselves from this was their best option. It was a lot to wrap her mind around, she'd never found herself in a situation like this before and it was incredibly scary. But she found herself just as scared for Ambrose. Their journey together has allowed her to become close to the man, making their situation far more complicated to her than it needed to be. His betrayal had hurt on multiple levels but when he came to rescue her, sacrificing his safety to ensure her freedom, it was an act that she soon would not forget.

When she spoke, trying to put together her thoughts of why Shawn joined the NSA, she wasn’t sure she worked it well, waving a hand off as if to say she kind of relented in attempting to explain it. Amelia had been very little when he left, and Shawn truly and fully expected them to come with him once he was settled. He’d been shocked when Jade said no, and she’d been pissed he hadn’t talked to her about it first. Perhaps she knew, subconsciously, they weren’t meant to be together. Jade couldn’t say for certain. She only knew she didn’t want to go with him, didn’t want to join him – it didn’t feel right to her. Now, she was glad for it, especially knowing he was working so much and gone fairly often. It had her gaze shifting to Blake, and this little thought that he would never do that to her. She blinked and glanced away, refusing to linger on those emotions that wanted to burst forth.

"Granted my mom only had me. But I used to think that when I married someone and we had kids that I would do something nice like that. Flowers just never seemed like enough."Blake had thought about what he would do for the girl he ended up having a baby with, he always thought it would have something to do with getting the birthstone of each child put into a bracelet but he didn't know just yet. He'd actually lingered on the thought of it being with Jade, of expanding their family and being able to shower her with gifts just for having a baby. It felt like a fleeting dream now that he was driving her towards Shawn, like it was slipping through his fingers before he could even bring it to fruition.

She had wanted him all for herself for so long and had been too afraid to ruin their friendship that she had just let it happen, almost letting it slip through her fingers and onto some other girl’s arms. How glad was she that now she had chosen to be brave. Mei leaned into the kiss, soft and gentle, lips parting while her hands placed to either side of his face, fingers makings its way towards his air, smiling against his lips when he broke the kiss. “Me either.” She confessed while her hands moved down to his jaw, like she was making sure he was real under his touch. “I’ve been thinking about this for so long.” Mei knew she was blushing as she spoke.

“I was so mad and sad every time I saw you date another girl.” She spoke in between kisses. “But I never thought you could feel the same.” Her fingertips brushed his bottom lip in the softest motion, wet with her saliva and plump from their kissing. “I don’t want us not to work out and ruin what we have; I need to know you really want this, want me.” Mei’s gaze was locked with his, she wanted to give into him, to fully embrace the joy she felt, but she needed to be sure this wasn’t just a one time thing, that they weren’t risking it all out of lust, that what they were doing had a meaning.

When he looked down at her it was like seeing her for the first time. The soft features of her face were almost angel like and he could get lost in her eyes for decades to come. "Really?" He asked, cheesy grin spreading over his lips at her words. It was cute to think that Mei has been thinking of this for quite some time, and it definitely made him feel better that he'd been doing the same thing. "Did you used to write Mrs. Jasper Martin in your notebooks?" He teased as his thumb and index finger held her chin. "You're pretty cute when you admit stuff like that." His arm held her close, almost like he was afraid that she could walk right out of his life at any given moment.

"You were always my number one, no girl compares to you." He replied softly at her confession. He'd compared every girl he dated to Mei and none could hold a candle to her. She'd left her mark against his heart long ago, tattooed her name and made her home as if she belonged there and he had welcomed it all. "Of course I felt the same, it was driving me insane seeing you with any other guy. I couldn't even help myself, I'm pretty sure i've glared at every boyfriend you've ever had." He admitted shamelessly. Jasper paused when she spoke her request and he felt a small tug against the strings of his heart. Such a pure request from a pure person, Jasper didn't feel like he deserved her. "Mei, It's always been you. I can't picture myself with anyone else."

open to: vampire muses !

plot: kennedy is on a rare night out and she finds herself charmed by your character, completely unaware that they are a vampire <3

Time and time again, Ella fought tooth and nail to prove to those who worked for them, to their clients, to her father that she was worth more than any son. It was hard for her father, though, and she did understand that. Ella and Alyssa were his girls, and though he wasn’t like a tv show dad, he did love them more than words could describe – and he would tear the world apart for either of them. They knew it, too – even if they each had their issues with him. Aside that, though, Ella finally had her father’s blessing on taking over, some day. He’d gotten to see her capabilities, testing her over the years. Eyes drew to Adrian, “I must mean what I say or I am weak,” she countered. “I don’t think I would want to be with a man who is afraid of me,” she confessed quietly. She wanted to be respected by her boyfriend, but not feared. Fingers brushed along his back, laughing softly at his description, “In -- …” she paused, rechecking it in her head, “Incendiary,” she mispronounced it slightly, “what is that?” she asked, though she could make some guesses purely due to talking about her temper. It was much more under control, the only problem was when she did get that riled up, it was difficult to talk her down or rationalize with her.

It was easy to mirror a similar expression on her own face. Ella was beyond happy they finally gave in to this feeling. She’d been a bit concerned, but now, after kissing him, even after the bit of talking, it put her at ease. This truly did feel right in a way that she never experienced – not that she had much experience anyways. “Good,” she laughed, shaking her head some. Adrian was certainly getting a side to her that was reserved for him, possibly for her twin, though in a different way, of course. Fingers lightly tugged to pull him closer, craving the feel of his weight against her. “I agree… I may be the boss, but I am a lady,” she teased, even if she did mean it completely. Everything in her was caving into the need for more of him. Normally, she’d never even consider sleeping with someone so quickly, but this was different, he was different. She truly didn’t want to leave. She wanted to be in his arms. Before she could consider saying anything along those lines, debating if it was too much, his lips were on hers, then trailing down to her neck. Ella gasped, fingers trailing through his hair as her body arched into him instinctively. Eyes closed, biting back a low moan, head tipping up slightly to offer him more of her skin.

"Any man who is afraid of you is not worth giving your time," he reassures. He keeps her close as he speaks, so close he can smell the faint scent of her body wash. "I like a girl who can keep her word, who doesn't take bullshit from others." He's tried the path of overly submissive girls before, ones who do exactly as he says and don't push back. And Adrian does enjoy it but he needs someone who will also mouth off, who wont just bend over backwards and agree to every little thing he does. He grinned when she said the word back to him, giving her small a small nod of encouragement as she focused on trying to say it. "Incendiary, means your temper is immediate and intense. It also means that it can lead to violence," he explained. Adrian knows she has been working on her temper for a while now, and for her credit it has been working. "I like that about you, how intense your anger can be. It's a bit of a turn on."

Just having her body pressed against his was electric and Adrian was taking every moment he could with it. It was difficult for him to find some restraint when he was with her, she drew out an intensity that made him all too aware that he could hardly control himself. "If all my bosses looked as good as you, I would have never gotten an work done." In a quick motion he had Ella pinned beneath him on the couch and his lips latching on to the delicate skin of her neck. Adrian had never been good about slowing things down, especially when he was in Ella's presence. Try as he might to be a good man and take things slow with her, having her right here with him was a different story. His hands were trailing along her soft skin, not enough to bruise but enough for her to know that she was his and he was simply a man completely enamored by her.