#eris interactions

cade was entirely distracted. sure he could still do his job on the door but he kept flashing his gaze across that bar from the door he stood on and finding her. he couldn't stop looking and by god he knew she wasn't a wolf, that didn't change anything, it's like he could feel the nymph's presence and he.. well he'd seen her before. he normally watched from a distance when she was in his forest, definitely his because as the alpha, he owned that forest. there wasn't a thing happening on his land that he didn't know about and yet, he watched at a distance to make sure she could be at ease, protected whilst she let that land he loved flourish under her touch. he thought that was beautiful, from the first time he'd seen her, a dark wolf watching her, he thought what she could do was so predominantly peaceful, the side of mystical creatures and beings that was genuinely magical.

he'd never approached, almost afraid to in truth. he was a huge wolf, not the typical size, over bearing and for him to approach well, that must be terrifying. that's why he hovered, it's why he hovered now, watching and hoping she was going to have a good night. if asher asked he'd state this was his job, he was on the door, he was also making sure people in the bar were safe when he had a spare minute.

"he must really like you." eden leaned in to whisper to aiyla and flick her eyes in the direction of the doorman and then back to her friend. "he keeps looking at you, not around the bar but you. he's nice, do you know him?" eden was fidgeting, tapping the edge of her glass, not that anyone would hear thanks to the lovely singing and guitar strumming in this bar. she didn't know if this felt safe, it had been so long since she'd dared to go into this type of environment and to her.. this was so busy. it was more supernatural than she was used to being around, but she was with aiyla, and being near another nymph made who and what she was far less noticeable, some of her overbearingly sweet scent melted into hers, dulled it, but there was no mistaking her long pointed ears, poking from behind her cropped waves of dark hair. the noise was something for her to get used to, every time someone laughed loudly, or a glass clinked, the pointed tips would twitch, far far more sensitive to sound than a nymph.

there was a little voice in her head, screaming that this was dangerous, that vampires were too close, too near to her, a childs voice terrified repeating that vampires would hurt her but each drink seemed to dull that voice down. "aiyla? am i doing okay at this?" she whispered. she'd found her new friend in the woods, a bunny that'd hidden in tall grass, that wasn't a bunny at all. she'd at first been so frozen in fear, scared of the confrontation... but aiyla was nice, she was calm, to eden she was peaceful and above all else, encouraging. she wouldn't be here without her. "oh- sorry, can i get a drink? something not... too str-" she froze, he was one of them. he was a vampire and she was staring at him, her green doe eyes, transfixed on him and slowly those ears started to dip down, to try and hide.

"oh no, no no no." she spoke, right as someone leaned on the wall beside her. "i can see how this is going to go, i really can. you're going to say you were totally captivated by my voice, then you're going to flatter me, offer me a drink but you've no idea what kind of drink i like, and hope that i'll go home with you tonight because that's how it goes every night, tell me i'm wrong." one brow quirked, a challenge to him whilst lists shone on her skin, made her appear luminescent but she was a tide pulling you under, deeper and deeper until she was all consuming. "tell me i'm wrong, stun me half to death and make out like i didn't just give away your game plan entirely."

"i don't know, something feels off today, si." that little nickname, it'd stuck. she didn't really say it around the others but when they were alone? always. she always did seem more relaxed this way though, them, like they used to be. eris wouldn't be ashamed to admit that sometimes she missed it, the days of just them but on the other hand, she wouldn't trade their little family for the world.

"this place doesn't seem like it was too badly picked over like the big cities, might be worth us going to the supermarket, find a trolley to put things we find in, make our lives a bit easier just.. stay close, okay si?" she looked so ready for a fight, a knife tucked into the side of her laced combat boots, the hand gun strapped to her thigh securely, and her favourite knife at her belt. she'd always said that she preferred to work with a knife. save the bullets, less noise, less attention.

"We can discuss it." Eris commented, she looked smaller when she was out of her uniform, somehow it seemed to add an inch or two of height to her. Maybe it was that she stood taller, or maybe she only looked more dainty when she was on her back, arching her spin and pushing her hips down. "Walk and talk Grimes, places to be." she wasn't purposefully being cold, she was always brutally cut throat like that. "What do you wish to discuss? We fucked and I left the moment you fell asleep. I don't really understand what more there is to it than that."

"I don't know what you want me to say Rick, sex is sex, gets rid of the tension. We barely get along on a good day." that wasn't true, when they really had to work together they made a brilliant time, sometimes too good but either way she was walking with that sass in her step, the type that made most of the crew, terrified over her attitude. "It was a stress relief, I'm a-okay with that and you should be too." Heaven forbid she let anyone in, heaven forbid she let anyone think she gave a damn about them or a shred of care at all.

"Is it that you want an ego boost? It was one of the better I've had if that makes you feel better about it." She was playing it down, if she were perfectly truthful he was the best fuck she'd ever had, one of the only men to get her to genuinely orgasm and fuck it felt good to have someone else touch her but part of this attitude? Part of her anger? It was because she'd let him, she'd let his hands be all over her and she loved it, she loved it and hated it because how could she do that? Eris knew that no hands were safe, but she'd let him learn every inch of her flesh. She was frustrated at herself for letting her guard down, it made her feel weak and she had to feel in control. "I heard Abigail in dining really fancies the hell out of you if you're looking to get yourself some relief again Grimes."

"August?" Eris mocked a surprised gasp, she even forced a smile to curve her lips. She hadn't changed one bit since school, sure she was more womanly in figure now and she'd grown a few inches but she'd never been tall. She'd been exceptionally small in school. Pipsqueak, thumbelina.. various taunts and silly nicknames got thrown her way back then but nobody would ever dare to utter a word to her anymore.

Eris played this act with everyone, fake a smile, act like she wasn't concealing six knives at every given moment of sunlight hours. One tucked into each boot, one thin and almost needle like dagger hidden within her hairstyle, behind the gathering of deep, thick auburn waves, the one strapped to her thigh made four. The last two where on her back, hidden beneath her blouse, holstered with leather. Easy to reach back and take the handle from. Oh, how she looked the cold steel of a blade.

"It's been so long, it's so nice to.." she watched him, those large eyes never leaving him, not for a single beat. She knew why he was here and she wondered how it might affect him, someone from his childhood to play meek and feeble. Would he crumble at her plead? It'd be entertaining to see just how trained he was. He'd know all about her, that much she knew. She made a point to move her hands up near her chest, give that image of a defenseless little animal, a little scared bunny rabbit trapped in a corner, with knitted brows and glistening eyes. She would've made a fantastic actress.

"Are you.. August, are you going to hurt me?" her lower lip trembled. Inwardly, Eris was finding this mockery of hers hilarious. "I don't know what I did." she even made a point to have her voice soften, to sound small, inferior, just as someone might expect from her. "I got into trouble I didn't meant to do anything wrong, you have to believe me, I wouldn't hurt anyone August, that isn't me you know me you.. I'm scared, please don't hurt me." she said all of this whilst back stepping, making a point to keep and create what distance she could. "Please August, you're scaring me." Eris was anything but scared.

"Oh. Hey." she'd woken before them and honestly, had kind of hoped they'd stay asleep so she could just leave and not have to talk. She remembered bits of last night, well, most of it... not that she was too happy with herself. Her skin felt itchy, if she went home, showered.. well maybe then she'd feel better. It was nothing to do with him either, it was more... she'd let someone touch her. Eris barely hugged anyone, let alone went home with someone but a few drinks did amazing things for her tolerance of what she could and couldn't handle when it came to someone's touch. "Sorry, was I noisy? Didn't mean to wake you, I was just leaving but I uh.." she eyeballed her dress, still strewn on the ground. She was tying up her boots.

"I thought you were already used to me or- us?" Eris asked, all whilst she was working. She'd finally found a place that was... her. Not the her that'd been in the crm, but a version of her that showed a bit more of who she might have been had she had someone protecting her in her life before all this. A version of her that.. would've found some sort of peace. She liked animals, she had always said she preferred animals to humans to rather than always feeling inadequate unless she was out scavenging or guarding, she'd actually started taking over for grooming the few horses they had here, they all seemed to take such a liking to her.

There was no baby voicing, she liked quiet and they seemed to like her ever peaceful presence around them. She had a brush in hand, a soft hush leaving her as the horse lowered it's head, almost like it wanted her to continue the strokes along it's back. "I think you mean more... you could get used to me not hating it entirely?" Eris finally flashed him a glance, she hated admitting it but this part was something she found comfort in, that she enjoyed. She kept coming back to it. "..I've always thought that animals are non judgemental. These horses they don't look at me like I'm anything dangerous, they just see a human with what they need and the want to provide it to them and that is fine with me. I like this job. It's the same for all of them not just horses, they don't see the killer or the murderer, they just see... me so yeah, this job.. I can do this one, and I feel useful." she gestured off across to his house where she knew Emily was with Judith. "I think she likes seeing me do something that isn't.. risky, you know? I'd like her to know you can have days of peace too so that has to start at home, right?"

"Judith, she's a hell of an influence on her, I like it." she laughed, finally holding a piece of carrot to the horse as a reward and he was more than happy to eat it from her hand, either way she'd moved more towards Rick. "I'm starting to like this version of us too, day by day.. but I think right now, you just like seeing me hard at work, sheriff." she teased the word. "Shouldn't you be working up a sweat?"

"How can you-- not ready for that?" the hurt was evident in Eris' voice, and she physically recoiled back. "It's her right? Any other time you'd.... Rick you'd have wanted me to say it so many times and now the one time I'll say it.. the one time, and you're not ready?" that hurt expressions shifted into insulted. She knew what she thought, it was obvious how it looked. "It's because Michonne is here. It's because she came with you, that is why you don't want me to say it and you know what?" he jaw tensed. "Fine."