Tyreese Gla'dour
*Unique*
Brother in Arms to Wulfar, he's also his right hand man in enforcing the Council's dictates. Word to the wise? Don't piss off this man and expect to walk away with all your limbs intact.
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Post by Tyreese Gla'dour on Jun 22, 2010 21:49:17 GMT -5
It took some serious effort, but Ty managed to stop himself from sounding like a crazy ass obsessive teenager. At her denial that her mattress smelled like wolf, the words ‘it does too smell like male!’ practically strangled him. Did he really want to get into the first real relationship he’d had in over a century with an accusation? What had Kaera said when she’d given him that lovely dating advice? ‘The woman is always right.’
…Yeah, maybe always but this one time. He took another deep breath through his nose, doing his best to ignore the urge to yowl at her like some deranged animal and confirmed his initial suspicion with a slight nod.
Definitely a male’s scent. And a familiar one at that, which made everything seem twice as…fuck, had his sight just misted red? Ah man, if he went into full pissed off mode, there was no way that Kayla was going to let him within fifty feet of her. He had to take deep breaths and calm down; that was the ticket. Do those breathing exercise things that Kaera was always preaching when around him and her brothers. Count to ten, think of a happy place, take a deep, calming…FUCK, MALE-SCENTED BREATH. Shit, belay that; don’t breathe, don’t breathe!
Using her words as a lifeline to everything sane and rational, the skinwalker did his best to not clench the hell out of the bed sheets. His natural instinct was to strip the bed- hell, he’d set it on fire if he had his way- and mark the entire room somehow, starting with her. Or, better yet; chuck her over his shoulder in a fireman’s hold and march on down to his apartment, where his smell could get on her and replace the other’s.
Nah, he hadn’t been hanging out with the wolves for too long! All of this was completely sane!
He was so frikking screwed. If Kayla wanted to talk to him after all this, she was even crazier than he was.
So yeah, he would listen to what she had to say and calm down. He could definitely be rational about all of this! He visibly started to uncoil as she stopped denying what was being shoved up his nose like turpentine. The small café owner was definitely the kind of person to let a random guy inside her house to help her; she was just trusting that way. He couldn’t fault her for that, nor the fact that said random male was bat shit crazy and tried to roll around in her bed. He’d just bleach her sheets when she wasn’t looking, figure out why that scent was so familiar, and commit murder.
It wouldn’t be the first or the last time he took a body out to an unmarked grave. He’d just call in a favor with Brom, break out the water-proof coverings for his truck—
“Bad? Trouble? WHAT?” Like a nice bitch slap across the face, the image of what scenarios would have warranted Kayla to need help getting to her apartment flashed into his mind. Muscles that had recently uncoiled proceeded to bunch up and threaten to explode.
“What the hell happened, Kayla, and why didn’t you tell me?”
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Post by kayla on Jun 23, 2010 0:34:09 GMT -5
A small stubborn frown set into place in Kayla's face as she heard those last words and she looked up at him, eyes narrowing a bit as they are wont to do when she gets angry. Pushing on the bed and ignoring the pain in her burned arm she pushed herself to a sitting position before crossing her arms over her chest to scowl at Ty.
"Well the way you're acting now is a pretty big hint as to why I didn't say anything don't you think?" she said raising her chin a bit in defiance. Oh he might be able to scare her. He might be able to scare the hell out of a LOT of people but that hidden steel in her spine sets itself as she looks him in the eye, not backing down at his scowl that would send experienced soldiers running in terror.
It helped her though, helped to take her mind off trying to conceal her gift from him as she got all riled up and straightened her shoulders.
Readjusting her shirt distractedly she hmphed softly and muttered under her breath.
"If you must know.." she started out and wrinkled her nose a bit before letting out a sigh. "I was about to close up the cafe and this man came in and he had a gun and was going to rob the place. Now I aint gonna act like it didn't scare the holy bejesus out of me cause it did. I never had a gun pointed at me that wasn't a water gun or a bb gun."
And as strong as she had determined to be in the moment she couldn't suppress the shiver that ran through her spine at the memory.
"I was gonna give him the money but he was all hopped up on something. I mean if he needs it that badly that he has to rob some place then he needs it more than me, right? " she paused to look away from him a moment, her tone much less haughty and scolding by this point, part of her fire spent. She's tired. So tired. And fighting with him is the last thing she wants to do.
There is a shrug of her shoulders as she rests her hands in her lap, curling up her legs to sit Indian style on the bed, her arms uncrossed. "Anyway Dom happened to come in and as the guy was trying to shoot he grabbed him, at considerable risk to himself I might add, and threw him through the window."
Okay so that was the truth. Mostly anyway. At any rate it wasn't a lie. Which was good considering how terribly she lied. She'd decided just to omit the part a*bout him getting shot and her healing him and what it did to her. The healing was never an easy thing on her. She took on the pain of the wounds she healed, sometimes even the symptoms. She'd been lucky that this time she hadn't bled from her own stomach from healing his gut shot.
Reaching over to take Ty's hand and getting about halfway there before she stopped and let her hand drop back in her lap, unsure that he would even want to touch her let alone hold her hand she let he*r own drop into her lap again. "I was shaken up, a mess. my head was killing me." Again, not a lie.
"Dom just helped me upstairs so I wouldn't pass out or fall over my own clumsy feet and then stayed with me till morning. I asked him to. He watched over the shop and made sure no one broke in while I slept. It was totally innocent. That's all that happened. I don't know if he might have sat down on my bed or not when I went to take a bath or not. I guess it's possible. But he was out on the couch when I got out. he spent the night on the balcony to watch the front of the shop."
She knows what the unspoken question is before he voices it. Knows that he wants to know why she didn't call him when it happened.
"And before you ask I didn't call you because everything was fine and it was late and I didn't want to bother you. It isn't like we are betrothed or anything. I don't expect you to do every littl*e thing for me and I knew I could trust Dom. heck why bother to stop someone from shooting me just to kill me themselves? That would be ridiculous! Besides..."
She pauses and looks down as she fiddles with her fingernails, her voice dropping softer. "I didn't want to make ya worry or have ya freak out on me or anything. I am a big girl. I can take care of myself contrary to popular belief. I'm small and I'm too nice sometimes but I have a mean right hook and a trusty old Mossberg if I need it."
There is another shrug of her shoulder as she lets her voice trail off. "And I didn't exactly know how you felt then either."
She let the silence spin out after her last soft words, not daring to look at him as she sat there, waiting for the other shoe to drop. Waiting for him to say she was too much trouble to bother with. That he didn't want anything to do with her. That he didn't believe her. It wouldn't have surprised her in the least to hear those things. Men didn't care for those high maintenance sort of gal.
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Tyreese Gla'dour
*Unique*
Brother in Arms to Wulfar, he's also his right hand man in enforcing the Council's dictates. Word to the wise? Don't piss off this man and expect to walk away with all your limbs intact.
[Mo0:0][A1i:3]
Posts: 34
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Post by Tyreese Gla'dour on Jun 26, 2010 8:41:09 GMT -5
Damn it, THIS was why he’d always favored the ‘unemotional jackass’ route to the one he was currently on. There was a stab of pain right smack in the center of his chest, like someone had reached in and jumbled up his insides. The weird ass obsessive monster in him was practically howling that its mate didn’t want his protection while she was wounded, not to mention wanted him being around when she was weakened. It didn’t make any sense, but being a fighter for most of his life, it did a bit of home-hitting.
Not to mention that he was almost ready to climb the damn walls when she practically called him a nut job and would prefer a stranger to help her over HIM! Yeah, sure, he was acting like a nut job and probably had one or two screws loose, but still! She preferred a STRANGER over HIM!
Okay, c’mon now, deep breaths; he chanted the two words over and over in his head in an attempt not to go crazy on the outside. His face was probably set into a very unhappy snarl, his eyes were twitching and his hands doing some twitchy dances- please, Gods, if he was still loved, please don’t let her jerk away from him, ‘cause that would just set that chest pain thing from coming back- but he was relatively cooler on the outside than in.
“God…Kayla…” Visions of what could have happened if not for the other male flashed into his head and he visibly went pale. Oh, the sudden urge to wrap her in cotton.
But really, being the first woman to break through his defenses in almost three centuries? Wasn’t that kind of a good reason to go a bit protective? Even if things didn’t work out in the end- damn, there went the twitching again…what the hell?- she was…special to him, as corny as it sounded. He would probably never say it aloud, because he wasn’t exactly a fan of expressing his emotions, but every touch and every smile would tell her that. She was special to him, and if anything ever happened to her…
Gods, he didn’t even want to go there. Not now, and hell, not ever. She would be fine.
And EFFING HELL, she’d showered with an unknown male right in the next room. With a low growl in the back of his throat, he rubbed at his eyes, doing his best not to snap at her for that. She was so damn trusting; so damn innocent. She’d probably even tried to give the fucker some kind of reward, or something. Not to mention that the next time she saw him, she’d probably run out and give him a frikking hug.
Oh, the bloodshed that would occur if he saw her hugging another male—fuck, where had this possessive streak come from? He’d better tone it down before he scared the ever living hell out of the poor girl.
With a forced sigh, he shook his head slightly and used one finger to tilt her chin up so he could look her in the eyes. “You’re right,” He said truthfully. “At that moment in time, we were just casual friends…strangers, almost. I am sorry that I wasn’t there when it happened, and that I’d made how I felt about you so unclear, that you didn’t want to call me when you were hurt.” THAT one was really where he felt the most chest pain. If the woman even had a papercut, he wanted to be there to take the wound away.
“But now that you…know,” His lips quirked at the memory of their recent confrontation. “I want you to call me anytime. I know you can take care of yourself, but I want to…be there for you.”
He shifted uncomfortably, still not used to ‘talking about his feelings.’ Jeeze, if any of his brothers found out what conversation he was having, they’d all be falling over in dead faints like huge ass dominos.
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Post by kayla on Jun 26, 2010 18:50:36 GMT -5
She didn't resist or flinch as that large hand reached out, that finger raising her chin and drawing those big brown doe eyes up to his own. All her emotions were there on her face, easy to read as today's newspaper headlines. The worry that he would not want her. The resolve to be strong if he didn't. The hope that she was wrong. And, the surprise at his gentle response.
But as she heard his words the expressions of uncertainty in her eyes shifted and changed to one of relief and joy.
Her small hand reached up to touch his as he held her face up, small fingers wrapping around his and taking it into her own. "You know...when a person cares about another person they do everything they can to try to keep that person from feeling distress. You try to protect them from worrying. I never wanted to be deceitful I just..."
Her voice trailed off as a hint of a blush crept into her cheeks and she blinked looking away a moment before her eyes shyly returned to his own. Her words were forgotten as she looked into those intense eyes and saw something there that touched her heart.
Bringing his hand up to her lips and placing a kiss on the scarred knuckles there before leaning in and closing the space between them to slip into the circle of his arms, her head resting on his chest. Sweeter words had never been spoken.
"I want you to be there too." she confessed as she nuzzled into his embrace inhaling the scent of him. He was right, she was too trusting. She was innocent on many levels. But it was part of what her, her.
The events of the day had left her so very tired, all her fire spent and gone but the comfort of his arms as she rested there against him, her arms slipping around his waist. Those eyelids were heavy as she listened to the strong thump of his heart in his chest and felt some of the tension slip from his body.
In the softest of whispers she spoke, almost as afraid of admitting her feelings as he was "I think I've fallen for you Tyreese." she says and smiles that tiny, content smile of hers as she yawns and snuggles in close. It's an understatement of what she really feels; that fire and the melting of her heart, the pitter patter that goes off in her heart everytime he walks through the door, how touching him makes her melt inside, and how he makes places in her tingle and yearn for something that she's not even sure what it is that she wants.
"Stay here with me? For a little while anyway. I...I think I need a nap...just for a little while." she adds afraid she might be acting too forward assuming he had nothing else to do with his time, her voice soft and tenative.
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Tyreese Gla'dour
*Unique*
Brother in Arms to Wulfar, he's also his right hand man in enforcing the Council's dictates. Word to the wise? Don't piss off this man and expect to walk away with all your limbs intact.
[Mo0:0][A1i:3]
Posts: 34
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Post by Tyreese Gla'dour on Jul 2, 2010 0:00:53 GMT -5
There was nothing sweeter than holding a willing woman in his arms, Ty thought with a small smile, turning his face into her neck. Especially when said woman was the fiery little café owner who had so easily wormed her way into his life.
If one had asked him two months ago, if he was willing to enter into any kind of non-‘nameless, commitment-less sex’ relationship, he would have laughed them right out of the room, after introducing his knuckles to their faces. There was so much shit bottled up inside of him; so much anger, pain, frustration and all kinds of nastiness that came with years worth of isolation that he’d never thought himself capable of any kind of emotional attachment. When he got that physical itch, he’d go and scratch it. Never had he allowed himself anything more.
Until now. Gods above, what was it about this woman that made all of those centuries old defenses crumble like baby gates? All she had to do was smile at him, and he was ready to take on the world for her happiness. Now he knew what Paris felt like when Helen came around.
He would give his life for her; he knew that right then. Even if he didn’t know her completely, even if she didn’t know him- and, in all likelihood, wouldn’t be sticking around after she did- it was the truth.
As a human, he’d never been able to love with restraint, and, even after almost 500 years, it was still the same. He was falling so damn in love with a human, that he would give up his immortality for her.
Gods, he was so screwed. When the skinwalker popped out of the damn duffel like the warped weasel it was, he was going to need some serious counseling. Maybe Wulf still had that plate steel room down in the basement of Screamers that he could use? Hades knew that, when the shit finally hit the fan, he was going to need some serious isolation-therapy.
And never come back into society again. Oh, dread, how he hadn’t missed your ashen presence… With a mental shake, Ty shoved those dark little thoughts to the back of his mind, focusing instead on the woman in his arms.
Well, that is, attempted to focus on the woman in his arms. When those six little words proceeded to tumble out of her mouth, all of that dread returned tenfold, and it took all of his self control not to tense around her. He felt the strange urge to laugh, to distance himself from her. She was falling for the man, not for who he really was. Gods, would she even stand to look at him? Would she scream and run, as so many had in the past?
Desperation made his arms tighten around her, and he let his forehead rest against the side of her head, while he did his best to reply in a calm and steady voice, bellying the roil of emotion inside. He wasn’t used to feeling all of this, dammit! He wanted it to stop!
“Sleep, sweeting,” He murmured into her hair. He scooted back until his back was against the bed’s headrest, and he tucked her securely to his front. “I’ll stay with you for as long as I’m welcome.”
He couldn’t reply to those words, even though three in particular stuck in his throat. It would be cruel to tell her that he loved her- and yes, he accepted that he did- without telling her the truth about him.
He just wanted to stay close to her for as long as he could. Looping his arms around her, he held her close, nuzzling the top of her head fondly, murmuring in his native tongue. “Sleep and have peaceful dreams, angel of my heart. You will be safe in my arms forever; this I do swear.” ---
((Mkays, so I waaaasn't sure if we had something special planned for after the blowout. Maybe Kayla senses some of his tenseness and plays Twenty Questions? Or we can fast forward to the next day; whatever's easier for you. I can work with anything. ^^))
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