Post by Marissa Skye ☀ on May 1, 2010 15:14:25 GMT -5
Marissa:
Late posting up. This was written a few weeks ago before the kidnapping thing started!
It was funny how so much could change yet so very little at the same time. New Orleans was the same bustling town it had been yesterday afternoon but it no longer seemed the same world from which she'd been snatched from. Gazing around with fresh, new eyes, Rissa saw things she hadn't noticed before and cast a side long look at her companion. His stern features gave nothing away but Rissa could practically feel the pulse of his power as he looked around and observed ebb and flow of people. It made her nervous on a level she couldn't understand.
Brushing a lock of blond hair out of her face, Rissa frowned. Now that they were back in the "real" world, her doubts and worries began to trickle in once more and she started to get nervous. What on earth was she thinking in getting involved with a man she barely knew and who she had no doubt was capable of mass destruction if riled? Last night, she'd practically thrown herself at him and given him her innocence like some sort of wanton! Obviously, she wasnt in her right mind and the idea of escaping his presence presented itself once more. However, hadn't she given him her promise not to do that very thing? Part of her howled at the thought of being seperated from him while part of her prodded her to think of her safety
Rubbing her forehead, the young witch tried to ease the headache that was trying to take up residence and sighed. Her life seemed to be a series of mishaps and weird occurances. Why should the first man she fell in love with be any different? Wait a minute... Back that horse up... LOVE? Was she actually in LOVE with Corbin? Was it even possible with less than a day of knowing him? More to the point, was it possible to love someone who she sensed was a threat to her on a level that she couldn't even comprehend yet? Would he ever be able to return that feeling if it was so? So many questions.. So very few answers.
Turning her attention back to the current moment, Rissa was relieved to see her small studio flat coming into view. The idea of having familiar things around her made her sigh in contentment and she bounced out of the vehicle as soon as it drew to a halt. Casting a look over her shoulder, she saw her companion follow with lightening speed and the men with them immediately scatter as if to guard their backs. Obviously, she wouldn't have to worry about Evan getting close on this trip and that thought made her muscles relax just a bit. If she was honest with herself, the thought of not having to watch her every step for her brother's assassins was a blessing. To let someone else carry the burden of her saftey for once was a welcome balm to her soul and she had no doubt that Corbin and his men could do it with ease.
Reaching the door, Rissa keyed in the code and then pushed open the door to her flat. Leaving it open, she skipped through the entrance and was half way through the living room before the reality of what she was seeing burst into her brain. Tripping over her suddenly cemented feet, she stared in horror at her beloved little apartment and the trash pit it had become. Everywhere around her, her precious possessions were torn, ripped, and savaged. Nothing in the little room had been left unturned and even the beloved picture of her and her parents was slashed beyond repair. For a moment, all the blond could do was stare unseeingly at the damage.
Vaguely, she became aware of movement behind her and she closed her eyes for a long moment before turning with a falsely bright expression. Not meeting Corbin's eyes, she gave a little twirl and motioned to her home.
"Well.... It looks like someone took it upon themselves to redecorate while I was away. I would offer you a seat but... As you can see.... There isn't any." she said, before turning away. "I'm going to just... go check my bedroom.... I don't imagine Evan's henchmans left anything intact there but... Its worth a shot looking.."
Corbin
Ah, the feel of the sun on his face and the wind caressing the skin of his neck. He did so miss these little jaunts into civilized society, as irritating as they might be. He'd made it a point to dress appropriately, abandoning his coat for a pair of slacks and a simple black shirt, and smirked at how easy it was to blend in with the humans milling about the city. He missed the forest and all of its quiet...but it was refreshing to be out of the fortress for a while. The Fae in his blood practically purred at the feeling of freedom; at the closeness of all those succulent female bodies moving by so innocently. His human half, on the other hand, continued to be on the watch...and warn the Fae that there was only one woman he was interested in.
Inner turmoil; exactly what every guy wanted to complete their morning.
Following Rissa, Corbin couldn't help but feel a sense of comraderie that confused him. He felt so comfortable, so easy, so...PROTECTIVE, walking with the woman down the crowded streets of New Orleans. He'd abandoned his sentries at the forest line, trusting Drake to handle things at the fortress and strolled effortlessly alongside the witch. People moved out of their way, instinctively knowing who they did not want to bump in and, all in all, their little adventure went without a hitch.
Well, almost without a hitch. Stepping over the threshold of her apartment, the Fae Lord frowned at the mess that greeted them. Surely Rissa wasn't such a sloth to leave her home so...unclean. And she'd been one to lecture his men about their cleanliness? He turned, about to let loose a jibe, when an unfamiliar scent hit his nose. A scowl crossing onto his face, he moved to stand next to her. By the look on her face, the apartment was indeed not in its usual state, and a surge of anger ripped through him, causing his head to ache.
Someone had come into his woman's home. They had crossed into her territory, destroyed what was hers and left it in such a state as to make her unhappy. The mere THOUGHT that someone would dare such a feat was enough to have the tight rein he had on his control stretch to the breaking point.
Sliding a hand under her chin, he forced her to look at him, face set in a grim line. "Your brother will pay for this," He said softly, catching her arm before she could pull away. With a soft tug, he brought her against his chest and wrapped his arms around her. The urge to be tender with her swamped him, and he balked at the sensation. When was he tender? Gods, did he even know what it meant? But...there he was, holding her closely, supporting her in the only way that he knew how.
After a minute, he pulled away, catching her hand in his as he moved toward the stairs. "We will look, but you will not get upset. Everything that you have lost will be replaced within the day," He said, almost royally. "We will go shopping and you will get clothes, jewels and fineries suited for a witch of your caliber. My men will come and clean up your apartment, and we will start the hunt for your brother."
He had other things to do, more important to his plans for the future...but the sight of that flash of grief on her face was enough to make him NEED to fix everything for her. They reached the bedroom, looking as ransacked as the living room, and released her hand to move to the closet. Finding a relatively unscathed bag inside, he plopped it down onto her ruined bed and went to rummage through her drawers. The act was so familiar, and he couldn't help the sense of protectiveness that surged over him.
Marissa
And there it was. The very thing she needed to hear that allowed her to stiffen her shoulders and push away the tears that hovered on the brink of spilling down her cheeks. Those words said so autocratically and with a tone that demanded her full obedience as if no other response would be considered. The very dominate way he dared to order her around while awkwardly comforting her made Marissa draw back and hide a smile.
Oh yes, Corbin might think he was all big and bad but the man had a secret side that was as soft as a teddy bear and twice as cuddly. At least, to her it was. She suspected that if she were even to hint at those thoughts, he'd go all stiff and snarly. He did so love to play the big nasty.
Allowing him to pull her along, Rissa looked at what was left of her home and sighed. It wasn't as if anything here was all that important but the thought of Evan or his henchmen going through her things made her shudder. Her brother was psychotic to the extreme and there was no telling what he'd taken for his malicious purposes. One of these days, she was going to have to face him and that scared the crap out of her.
Turning her attention to where her lover was now going through her things, the petite blond arched a brow and went to kneel on the floor beside him. Since everything had been tossed here and there, she sorted through the pile and then picked up a brush and a few odds and ends before returning to the bed. Stuffing what she could into the small case, she then went to the bathroom and threw her personal items into another small make up box. When she was finished, she looked in the mirror and was surprised to find a smile firmly in place on her lips. Life was certainly strange. By all rights, she thought she should be more upset by the distruction of her things but she was simply to excited about spending time with her new lover to care much.
Returning to the room, she sighed and then turned to Corbin.
"I think this is all I need for now..... Can we go now? I don't wish to spend any more time here...." she whispered, ignoring the mess that seemed to mock her. "I don't know about you but I could use a bite to eat... "
Moving to his side, Rissa curled herself into him in an unconscious need for comfort and then pasted on an impish smile.
"And then you can take me shopping and help me buy things that make your tongue hang out of your mouth!"
Not wanting to spend one more minute amongst the destruction, she took his hand and began tugging him out of the house. Just being in the place made her feel dirty and as if her brother were watching every move she made.
Late posting up. This was written a few weeks ago before the kidnapping thing started!
It was funny how so much could change yet so very little at the same time. New Orleans was the same bustling town it had been yesterday afternoon but it no longer seemed the same world from which she'd been snatched from. Gazing around with fresh, new eyes, Rissa saw things she hadn't noticed before and cast a side long look at her companion. His stern features gave nothing away but Rissa could practically feel the pulse of his power as he looked around and observed ebb and flow of people. It made her nervous on a level she couldn't understand.
Brushing a lock of blond hair out of her face, Rissa frowned. Now that they were back in the "real" world, her doubts and worries began to trickle in once more and she started to get nervous. What on earth was she thinking in getting involved with a man she barely knew and who she had no doubt was capable of mass destruction if riled? Last night, she'd practically thrown herself at him and given him her innocence like some sort of wanton! Obviously, she wasnt in her right mind and the idea of escaping his presence presented itself once more. However, hadn't she given him her promise not to do that very thing? Part of her howled at the thought of being seperated from him while part of her prodded her to think of her safety
Rubbing her forehead, the young witch tried to ease the headache that was trying to take up residence and sighed. Her life seemed to be a series of mishaps and weird occurances. Why should the first man she fell in love with be any different? Wait a minute... Back that horse up... LOVE? Was she actually in LOVE with Corbin? Was it even possible with less than a day of knowing him? More to the point, was it possible to love someone who she sensed was a threat to her on a level that she couldn't even comprehend yet? Would he ever be able to return that feeling if it was so? So many questions.. So very few answers.
Turning her attention back to the current moment, Rissa was relieved to see her small studio flat coming into view. The idea of having familiar things around her made her sigh in contentment and she bounced out of the vehicle as soon as it drew to a halt. Casting a look over her shoulder, she saw her companion follow with lightening speed and the men with them immediately scatter as if to guard their backs. Obviously, she wouldn't have to worry about Evan getting close on this trip and that thought made her muscles relax just a bit. If she was honest with herself, the thought of not having to watch her every step for her brother's assassins was a blessing. To let someone else carry the burden of her saftey for once was a welcome balm to her soul and she had no doubt that Corbin and his men could do it with ease.
Reaching the door, Rissa keyed in the code and then pushed open the door to her flat. Leaving it open, she skipped through the entrance and was half way through the living room before the reality of what she was seeing burst into her brain. Tripping over her suddenly cemented feet, she stared in horror at her beloved little apartment and the trash pit it had become. Everywhere around her, her precious possessions were torn, ripped, and savaged. Nothing in the little room had been left unturned and even the beloved picture of her and her parents was slashed beyond repair. For a moment, all the blond could do was stare unseeingly at the damage.
Vaguely, she became aware of movement behind her and she closed her eyes for a long moment before turning with a falsely bright expression. Not meeting Corbin's eyes, she gave a little twirl and motioned to her home.
"Well.... It looks like someone took it upon themselves to redecorate while I was away. I would offer you a seat but... As you can see.... There isn't any." she said, before turning away. "I'm going to just... go check my bedroom.... I don't imagine Evan's henchmans left anything intact there but... Its worth a shot looking.."
Corbin
Ah, the feel of the sun on his face and the wind caressing the skin of his neck. He did so miss these little jaunts into civilized society, as irritating as they might be. He'd made it a point to dress appropriately, abandoning his coat for a pair of slacks and a simple black shirt, and smirked at how easy it was to blend in with the humans milling about the city. He missed the forest and all of its quiet...but it was refreshing to be out of the fortress for a while. The Fae in his blood practically purred at the feeling of freedom; at the closeness of all those succulent female bodies moving by so innocently. His human half, on the other hand, continued to be on the watch...and warn the Fae that there was only one woman he was interested in.
Inner turmoil; exactly what every guy wanted to complete their morning.
Following Rissa, Corbin couldn't help but feel a sense of comraderie that confused him. He felt so comfortable, so easy, so...PROTECTIVE, walking with the woman down the crowded streets of New Orleans. He'd abandoned his sentries at the forest line, trusting Drake to handle things at the fortress and strolled effortlessly alongside the witch. People moved out of their way, instinctively knowing who they did not want to bump in and, all in all, their little adventure went without a hitch.
Well, almost without a hitch. Stepping over the threshold of her apartment, the Fae Lord frowned at the mess that greeted them. Surely Rissa wasn't such a sloth to leave her home so...unclean. And she'd been one to lecture his men about their cleanliness? He turned, about to let loose a jibe, when an unfamiliar scent hit his nose. A scowl crossing onto his face, he moved to stand next to her. By the look on her face, the apartment was indeed not in its usual state, and a surge of anger ripped through him, causing his head to ache.
Someone had come into his woman's home. They had crossed into her territory, destroyed what was hers and left it in such a state as to make her unhappy. The mere THOUGHT that someone would dare such a feat was enough to have the tight rein he had on his control stretch to the breaking point.
Sliding a hand under her chin, he forced her to look at him, face set in a grim line. "Your brother will pay for this," He said softly, catching her arm before she could pull away. With a soft tug, he brought her against his chest and wrapped his arms around her. The urge to be tender with her swamped him, and he balked at the sensation. When was he tender? Gods, did he even know what it meant? But...there he was, holding her closely, supporting her in the only way that he knew how.
After a minute, he pulled away, catching her hand in his as he moved toward the stairs. "We will look, but you will not get upset. Everything that you have lost will be replaced within the day," He said, almost royally. "We will go shopping and you will get clothes, jewels and fineries suited for a witch of your caliber. My men will come and clean up your apartment, and we will start the hunt for your brother."
He had other things to do, more important to his plans for the future...but the sight of that flash of grief on her face was enough to make him NEED to fix everything for her. They reached the bedroom, looking as ransacked as the living room, and released her hand to move to the closet. Finding a relatively unscathed bag inside, he plopped it down onto her ruined bed and went to rummage through her drawers. The act was so familiar, and he couldn't help the sense of protectiveness that surged over him.
Marissa
And there it was. The very thing she needed to hear that allowed her to stiffen her shoulders and push away the tears that hovered on the brink of spilling down her cheeks. Those words said so autocratically and with a tone that demanded her full obedience as if no other response would be considered. The very dominate way he dared to order her around while awkwardly comforting her made Marissa draw back and hide a smile.
Oh yes, Corbin might think he was all big and bad but the man had a secret side that was as soft as a teddy bear and twice as cuddly. At least, to her it was. She suspected that if she were even to hint at those thoughts, he'd go all stiff and snarly. He did so love to play the big nasty.
Allowing him to pull her along, Rissa looked at what was left of her home and sighed. It wasn't as if anything here was all that important but the thought of Evan or his henchmen going through her things made her shudder. Her brother was psychotic to the extreme and there was no telling what he'd taken for his malicious purposes. One of these days, she was going to have to face him and that scared the crap out of her.
Turning her attention to where her lover was now going through her things, the petite blond arched a brow and went to kneel on the floor beside him. Since everything had been tossed here and there, she sorted through the pile and then picked up a brush and a few odds and ends before returning to the bed. Stuffing what she could into the small case, she then went to the bathroom and threw her personal items into another small make up box. When she was finished, she looked in the mirror and was surprised to find a smile firmly in place on her lips. Life was certainly strange. By all rights, she thought she should be more upset by the distruction of her things but she was simply to excited about spending time with her new lover to care much.
Returning to the room, she sighed and then turned to Corbin.
"I think this is all I need for now..... Can we go now? I don't wish to spend any more time here...." she whispered, ignoring the mess that seemed to mock her. "I don't know about you but I could use a bite to eat... "
Moving to his side, Rissa curled herself into him in an unconscious need for comfort and then pasted on an impish smile.
"And then you can take me shopping and help me buy things that make your tongue hang out of your mouth!"
Not wanting to spend one more minute amongst the destruction, she took his hand and began tugging him out of the house. Just being in the place made her feel dirty and as if her brother were watching every move she made.
