#faekissed

The monstrosity lumbered far from his layer, much farther than normal. He searched for food, sniffing at the forest floor he was currently in, his stomach rumbling loudly.

Eventually though he caught the scent of something else. Something he had not craved in centuries. The scent of a fertile female of elf blood.

. . . Arriving to the office, Lena waits outside- clad in a simple but elegant black dress that came to her knees and a cropped black leather jacket. Her nails are painted turquoise- matching her unusual shade of lipstick. It was a compromise between taming her appearance and being herself. "Leave it to therapists to start a party at 2 in the afternoon..."

Christmas decorations litter the office's lobby, and a long banquet table is placed up against one of the walls. All too many platters of food and snacks and dessert items lay on the cloth-covered table's surface, and a handful of smaller, round tables with chairs are set around the lobby and further inside.

Putting aside the inanimate things, the headcount is far from scarce. Most of the staff are present, in all manner of professional and holiday-themed attire, Sumi included. She's currently chatting with one of her colleagues, a drink in hand. Just as numerous are the other guests, including both those invited by staff, and those who weren't, who had no other place to be or people to spend the holidays with.

Noticing Lena's entrance with a flick of her gaze, Sumi quickly excuses herself from her colleague and moves to greet her lover, eyes taking in her outfit as she draws close.

‘     so,   you  did  see something.     ’

a gentler approach,   one that hadn’t been preceded by a fake ID or a bogus story about how he’s law enforcement,   working on a thesis,   writing an article   —   contrary to what his  brother  might think,   sam knows there are easier ways to get the truth out of someone.

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The morning began like any other; stirring under sheets smelling softly of lavender, gentle sunlight shining through the curtains. Murmurs of rushing water can be heard, pitter-pattering from behind the bathroom door; the siren's beloved is in the shower.

Or, she was. Abruptly, the water quiets, and the shower's glass door slides open, sound only muffled by the door and wall between it and the bedroom. After a few steps, the siren's beloved can be heard humming from the other side, taking the time to dry herself off.

After a few minutes of drying her hair - and still doing so - she opens the door and looks out, checking to see if Lena is awake yet.

It's a quiet morning, and a beam of sunlight peaks through the curtains. Lena and Sumi are curled up in bed- warm and cozy against the cold outside. Lena rolls over to face Sumi, asking a simple question. "Hey, do you wanna get married?"

"Huh? . ." Stirring softly and still very much so half-asleep, hands lazily situate on her lover's back as she rolls over. Heavy eyes look to meet the siren's gaze, lips parting to answer, ". . .yeah, I'm pretty sure I want to. Y'know, one day. . ." ending with a yawn.

Groaning as she sits up, Lena immediately regrets not getting home earlier. It had been the birthday party of one of Sumi's friends- and they had generously stocked their bar. It had taken little time for everyone to lose themselves, and most of Lena's memory was a blur. Dancing, drinking, kissing someone she hoped was Sumi, more drinking, laughing about something, flashes of sensation and then.... nothing. Frankly she wasn't even sure how they'd gotten home. Reaching up to rub her aching neck, something is immediately off. What was it.... Oh. Panicking she places both hands on her neck, searching for any sign of the slight bumps and ridges of her concealed gills. Nothing. Turning to Sumi in panic, she would finally find those telltale signs... just not on the person they should be on. "I have to stop fucking drinking."

Yawning lazily as she stirs from her slumber, fluttering eyes look to Lena, trying to find meaning in the slurry of sound coming through her waking mind. "It wasn't. . ." Yawn. ". . .that bad."

"We got home, had a good time. . ." Slept well, too. She was dreaming of swimming in the sea, and diving down under the water. She doesn't know what that was about, but it was nice, at least.

"Actually. . ." But, now as her vision fills out with the image of Lena, beautiful as always, Sumi notices, reaching a hand out to hold the side of her neck. "You look. . . weird. Something's missing."

Curled up on the couch in a soft blanket, Lena is just enjoying a quiet evening with a book and a glass of wine. As soon as she sees her beloved Sumi approaching she can tell something is wrong- quickly setting down her book to focus on her girlfriend. She listens carefully, nodding to the first part but stopping at the second. For a few moments she doesn't say anything before eventually scooting closer, arms draped in blanket. "Are… Are you okay if I hug you right now, or nah?" Is her first question, wanting to wrap Sumi up in her arms and the soft blanket. "But… In theory, yeah. I…" She snorts quietly, shaking her head. "I don't know how to say this in a way that wouldn't alarm a therapist, but…. I don't really like…. see a point in outliving you."

Mumbling an affirmative sounding response, her hands work at lifting the blanket enough for her to slip under, curling up beside her lover, legs allowed to get tangled with the other's. Without another word, arms wrap around Lena, hugging her firmly and hands wandering softly under her ribs.

Heavy eyes linger on the siren, their utmost attention broken only when she closes her eyes, and leans against her lover.

"Mm. . ." That's the funny thing about love; once you grow so attached to a person or a pet or a thing, your heart yearns for it, and dangerously so. Especially when there's little to no chance of ever holding in your arms again. ". . .Me neither."