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[rp log] Naughty naughty, you'll get caughty | Branwen & Spike

Sat, 03 Oct 2009 05:31:46 GMT

After an unfortunate curse exorcism, Branwen finds herself without some of her memories. And Spike is more than willing to help her remember, even if she's remembering the wrong thing.

The sun was shining. Which was nice, since the forecast called for a lot of clouds. The weather was getting cold and Branwen did not approve. She didn’t deal well with cold. But then, she’d spent almost all of her life in hell so she was rather partial to warm. Deciding to take advantage of one of the last nice days of the season, she headed to the beach. Once she was there she picked a spot, shed her hoodie and jeans to reveal her black bikini with gold accents and lay back on a towel in the sand. She’d get as much sun as she could before the weather forced her into layers of clothes. That and she liked people watching. And in the middle of a nice day, there were quite a few people on the beach.

Sunlight. Spike could go out in sunlight. It had been two hundred years, and now he could go out in broad daylight without being burnt into nothing. Granted, Spike had never been afraid of being awake during the day or even moving around when the sun was up. But he hadn't strolled on the beach or lounged about or went to coffee shops to read poetry or -any- of the things people did all day, every day, in two hundred years. Spike was dressed in his black shortsleeves and his jeans, tromping through the sand in his boots. The beach. God, how long had it been since he'd been to the beach! He threw his blonde head back and looked up at the sky and smirked. Blue. And with some fluffy white clouds. A nice day. Then he trained his eyes on the water, and the way it looked with the sun shining down on it. There was such a difference between sunlight on water, and moonlight on water. It warmed his old, unbeating heart to see it. He wasn't paying attention to wear he was going as he looked out at the water, and therefore almost tripped over Bran! Then he realized she was there--after kicking a little sand onto her towel--and dropped down beside her instead of walking on. "This is a lot better than that no lying thing, as far as I'm concerned," he said to her, taking a look a bit longer than a glance at her in the bikini. Eric would have skinned him, no doubt. "Hullo, Bran. Taking in the sun, I see."

After almost having been tripped over, Branwen couldn’t help but let out an indignant squeak over the fact that a) someone -wasn't- noticing her and b) someone had kicked sand on her and her towel. However, when said someone decided to plop down next to her and strike up a conversation like they’d been friends for ages, or she at least knew what he was talking about, she couldn’t help but give him a once over. “Yes well, the weather’s getting cold so I might as well make of it what I can…” She said, grinning at Spike. He was terribly attractive, especially with the accent. He may have been a little on the pale side, but then, so was Eric so she wasn’t going to complain.

Spike leaned back easily on his hands in the sand, tipping his head back in the sun. His blonde hair was slicked back as usual, and he let out a quiet laugh. "That's a good attitude to have about it, aye." He said, nodding. He was pale, to be sure. But if this sunlight thing lasted for a while, he'd be out every day as often as he could be. It felt so nice and warm against his skin. The sunlight took the chill away from his body in the way that only blood could. "How've you been, Bran? Need any information or anything? I can be a hard man to find if I'm not at home, but you can leave notes taped to my door, if you'd like." He looked over at her with cerulean blue eyes, legs crossed a bit.

“Well, there is one tidbit of information that is eluding me,” She said thoughtfully, propping herself up onto her elbows and looking up at Spike, batting her icy blues at him. “Who are you, and how do we know each other?” She grinned sweetly, no hint of a lie in her voice. He seemed familiar to her, she just couldn’t place it. “I’m doing awesome, by the way. Got into a fight with a guy named Castiel, I’m missing about a month’s worth of memories, you know, a day in the life.” She shrugged.

Spike glanced over at her in shock for a moment. Then he quickly smirked, tongue curling behind his teeth. "A whole month it's been, love?" He asked, cocking his head. "We met at open mic night, at Rain's place. If I remember correctly Bran, you couldn't keep your eyes off me." The vampire sat up a bit, so he could look at her better. "And other things as well..." Implying that they'd done more than just talk, and though it was a lie, Spike'd been lying for most of his unlife. It was extremely hard to tell, unless you were someone like Angelus, who knew Spike's every movement. "It's such a shame that you don't remember, pet."

Branwen cocked her head in slight confusion, her brow furrowing a bit. The movement of her head cause her hair to fall over her shoulder, revealing small, half-healed bite marks. “Is that so?” She mused, racking her brain. Vague memories tried to stitch themselves together for her, but nothing solid. She loved Eric, she had really strong feelings for her, she knew this, she remembered it. But Spike was there. In her apartment…he gave her a rose. There were other things, but she couldn’t make sense of them. She definitely got a sense of mixed feelings from him. “And your name…?”

"Name's Spike," he said with a nod. "And.... last mic night, we sang a pretty racy song together. I could hear your heart racing when I touched you." He eyed the bites that Eric had left, and smirked again. He knew he was playing with fire. Eric was so much older than him, it was unfathomable. He could destroy the young vampire quite easily, if he really wanted to. Spike shifted his knees up, and draped his arms over them.

Watching Spike with a raised brow, she pushed herself up into an actual sitting position, one leg stretched out, one brought up for her to rest her chin on while she thought. Sitting this way revealed a small tattoo on her inner thigh written in the old English style, the word was Latin, ‘Addonexus’. “I think I remember it.” She mused, “Something about roses…it’s why you gave me one, right?”

The blonde eyed her thigh, and leaned on his arms. "Mmhmm. It was a pretty morbid song, but it was still a love song." He looked out at the water again, lithe body nearly folded in half with the way he was sitting. "Too bad the big Viking got most of your attention before I did. We could've had fun together." Spike glanced back over, offering her a wink.

“By the way you were talkin’, I thought we did. Unless you were lying to me~” She purred, grinning at him. “Besides, I don’t know if you could compare to Eric. I mean sure, he’s only awake during the night, and we have our fights…but damn. The make up sex…” She grinned coyly at him. If Spike was any sort of good at reading between the lines, he could have translated that into ‘You’re attractive, and bad. I like bad. My days are free, sometimes the night time too. As long as you’re good in bed.’ Branwen could never be taken at face value. She was evil, straight to her core. She did love Eric, and she wouldn’t want to hurt him in any which way…but she liked getting as much attention lavished on her as possible. Usually she sucked people in just to use them for her own devious purposes. Fighting fights she didn’t want to, gathering information, doing menial tasks she couldn’t be bothered with. She was a diva, she couldn’t help herself.

He smirked. "We did have fun, just not to the extent that I would've liked," he said without missing a beat. "I do remember leaving quite a few lovebites, though." Spike looked over at her, his smirk staying plastered on his face. He was a letch, that was sure. And if anything, the vampire was -excellent- at reading between the lines. He saw things for what they truly were, instead of what people thought them to be. And if Bran was willing to mess around on Eric when the older vamp was out like a light? Well, Spike was ready and willing as she was. Bran was cute, and young, and had a smile to die for. "Only awake during the night, hmm? That must get pretty boring for you, unless you go to school or something..."

“I just dropped out.” She admitted, shrugging a bit. “It was boring as hell. Humans are only so fun to manipulate until it just gets boring. And the teenage ones aren’t even useful. Like, at all.” She turned her gaze to him and smile. “Besides, if I ever need to do math, I’ll just make someone do it for me. That’s what they invented accountants for.”

"Why do you even need school, anyway? You're a fucking demon, right?" Spike laughed, turning his blue eyes to hers. He just shook his head. "Accountants and calculators. You know, I was never much for school when I was your age, either." He said. No, he would rather had been writing in his room or reading his poetry to people. Especially his mother, who was the only person who loved it. He smirked. "Was never much for authority, for that matter," he nodded.

“Well, it was something to do with my days,” She said with a grin, shrugging a bit. “But yeah. There’s all these rules and the teachers and you can’t ‘talk back’ and then I kept getting threatened by them that they would kick me off the cheerleading squad. So I just quit everything. I’m sure I can find something better to do with my time anyways.” She trailed off, grinning a bit to herself before her attention returned fully to Spike. She wanted him to keep talking, his accents was all sorts of wonderful. She smirked a bit suddenly. “So to what extent would you have liked? To have fun with me, I mean.” She snickered.

"Girl like you shouldn't be in school, anyways. It's just a waste." He agreed with her, and gave her a wink. He reached with a smirk on his face, and drew a few fingertips out across her bare knee. "Oh, I could say things to you that'd be fit to make a girl your age blush like an apple." Spike dropped his hands back into his lap, and kept his eyes on her. "But I'm a Victorian gentleman after all, Bran. I should probably keep my lecherous tongue to myself," he grinned, "unless of course you'd appreciate more of it." His tone suggested that he was teasing her lightly, but beneath all that he was being straight up. It was obvious by the way he looked at her that he wanted her. And dear old Spike had been taught by the very best when it came to pleasing a woman; his great grandsire had seen to that. Being a prostitue had its perks, after all.

She watched his fingers with a bare hint of interest before her gaze flicked to his face, watching him out of the corner of her eyes, a little smirk on her face. She couldn’t help but let out a laugh at his word though, shaking her head. “Sweetheart, you don’t know the first thing about a girl my age. Not in this decade anyways.” She giggled and rested her cheek on her palm, her elbow on her raised knee. “And Spike, my memories might now be fully intact, but I’m not dumb. You are anything but a Victorian gentleman.” She snickered and flicked her hair over her shoulder, an unconscious, flirtatious action. She was neither telling him to continue or to stop. That was her way, and the way of all demons.

Spike laughed. "Oh, pet. See, this is why I believe we should get to know each other better, especially if it involves much more bare skin." He smirked, watching her. "I'm afraid my shriveled black heart and my lack of a soul make it damn near impossible for me to show just how gentlemanly I am, outside of the bedroom." He ran a hand through his bleached hair, and his tongue darted out to wet his lips. "But inside the bedroom, I'm as much of a gentleman as you've ever met, I can guarantee. Always putting the bird to the forefront of my mind, which is very chivalrous, don't you agree?"

“Ah-ah.” She said with a playful grin, “Baby steps, sweet. You want to see me, you gotta earn it. I’m a demon, you said it yourself. And when demons are concerned, everything’s a deal, everything comes at a price.” She couldn’t help but laugh, leaning back on her towel again, stretching her arms above her head. “Although I will agree that it is a very gentlemanly thing to do, putting the lady first in bed. It’s really the only way to go about it.”

The vampire wouldn't let himself be disappointed by her deflecting him. It was alright- he'd have her one day, or he'd continue to flirt with her, dangerously close to the edge. He was sure that if Eric got wind of it, he'd remove Spike's head from his shoulders. Or finally put a stake through his heart, something that every single person who'd fought him over the course of two hundred years had failed to do. He was sure that Eric wouldn't fail, if he tried. He laughed again, a nice sound that wasn't hard on the ears at all. "A deal, a deal. I know that love, I've been dealing with demons all my unlife. I'm a persistent man, of that there is no doubt. I'll earn the right to ease your jeans off your hips, and thensome." It sounded like a promise, and it was. He looked back out at the ocean, finding that the feel of the sunlight and the sight of it still took his unneeded breath.

"Well don't you just know how to sweet talk a girl," Branwen cooed, pulling a pair of large, Paris Hilton-esque sunglasses from the pile of clothes beside her and putting them on her face. “Of course the accent helps,” She added with a giggle.

He grinned, shaking his head in amusement. "Told you I was lecherous," he murmured, looking back to her for a moment. "The accent helps, of course. And if my accent and my perverted tongue aren't enough to get the girl, I can always tell them that I'm Billy Idol." He joked, leaning back on his hands again. He hated Billy Idol, but he was well aware of how many people made the connection between he and the human singer.

“Celebrities are over rated. They’re all as dirty as their drugged up groupies.” She snickered. “You wanna really wow me, become a prince.” She giggled a bit, crossing her arms behind her head as she dug her feet into the warm sand. “Or, in your case, just be a vampire.” She had always had a thing for vampires, ever since she was little. She hadn’t ever met one until she came up to Earth. First Pete, then Eric and then Spike. They fascinated her to no end. They were alive, but they were dead. They could not digest anything, but they needed blood to stay functional. They could feel while being completely emotionless. And the most recent thing she learned, there were different breeds all together. Pete, Spike, and Eric all had things in common, but each were completely separate from one another.

"I could be a princely vampire," he said, keeping his eyes out on the water. "Or even a kingly vampire. A Vampire King, specifically for you." Spike laughed again at the concept, even if it wasn't so far fetched. His species of vampires didn't exactly live to be very old. The oldest he knew of aside from the Master, who had only been around 800 or 900 years, was Darla. At two hundred years old, Spike was well on his way to being one of the oldest of his species, a prince in his very own right. Other vampires like him would flock to his authority, if he ever put it in good use.

“There are vampire kings…” she mused, “At least with Eric’s type of vampire. He could have been king, but he settled for sheriff. He’s so powerful~” she purred. “Modesty is sexy on a man.” Not on her though. She didn’t know how to be modest, even if modest slapped her in the face.

"Eric, Eric," he chuckled. "Pretty decent guy, I suppose." Spike shifted in the sand, almost ready to take his leave of her. "Modesty, vampirism and princliness." The vampire finally stood, cracking his shoulders. He smirked down at her. "You know Bran, you're giving me quite the criteria. I hope you're not too surprised when I live up to it." 'When' and not 'if.' Yeah, modesty was lost on Spike as well. But he could pull it off, if he tried.

Branwen lowered her sunglasses down the bridge of her nose, smirking at Spike. "I can't wait to see the day."

He winked at her, tipping an invisible hat to her. Charming. "You won't have to wait too long, love." Spike gave her a little wave. "I'll be seeing you, Bran. Don't get too burnt out here. Crispiness only looks good on bacon."

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[rp log] OHAI new OTP | Branwen & Eric

Fri, 11 Sep 2009 12:24:50 GMT

8 hours...it's 7:30am...it was WORTH IT

Eric felt the start of rain as he approached Branwen’s house. Something gnawed at him, telling him this wasn’t a good idea, but Rick the Ghost had seemed pretty convincing. He needed to patch things up with Branwen. He reached out and knocked on the door a few times, still trying to figure out what he might say to her when he couldn’t say I’m sorry.

After her shower, Branwen had changed into baggy pyjama pants and a new tank top and was curled on the couch with the dogs watching TV. As soon as there was a knock on the door Io began to growl. "Shut up dog." She growled back at the normally untameable and vicious Doberman. He instantly quieted down as she stood, avoiding the blood she hadn't cleaned up yet, and answered the door. Her eyes narrowed as she saw Eric. "What?" She demanded. The anger she'd felt hadn't quite fully vanished and she wasn't too pleased to see Eric on her doorstep. Her hair was still wet and smelt slightly of fruit and wild flowers, but the underlying scent of fresh blood lingered on her body.

He swallowed awkwardly, unsure of what to say now that she was standing right in front of him. “I, uhm, want to apologize,” He began. It was a fair start, unfortunately he couldn’t actually apologize. He looked down, scuffing a shoe against the ground. “The… thing that happened with the faery, it really was an accident.” His flat tone really wasn’t helping his case much. “I, uhm…” There were so many things he wanted to put at the end of that sentence. I don’t understand what I’m feeling. I’m sorry, but faeries are like a giant curse to vampires. I wish tonight hadn’t happened. I just want things to be okay between us.
But instead he dropped his gaze to the ground, letting the silence stretch and swallow the end of the sentence.

“If it was an accident, you’d say sorry.” Branwen said, her face dead serious as she crossed her arms. “But you can’t, can you?” She asked, cocking her head just the slightest. There was a slight bitterness to her voice, edged with slight anger. “I don’t understand it Eric. At the start of the night you were more interested in his…” her voice hitched a bit and she snapped her jaw shut, settling for glaring instead.
That thought was what bothered her the most, what had set off her anger. He’d preferred Warren’s body, and then his blood above hers. She was insulted by it, and not completely sure why.

He continued to study the ground and his feet, avoiding her angry and hurt glare.
“It was an accident,” Eric tried again, “He’s a faery.” He said the words like it would change everything if she could only understand that simple fact. “And I can’t tell you I’m sorry… I… don’t regret what I did to him tonight. I can’t.” He was overwhelmed by how awful an idea coming here to apologize to Branwen was when he couldn’t say the words. At least what he was saying wasn’t a lie, she’d be sure of that.
He felt the pattering of rain increase from its previous misting and the rhythmic tapping of the water made the silence feel so much longer.

Branwen opened her mouth, but nothing came to mind to say. So she snapped it shut again. She kind of wanted to hit him, or slam the door in his face. Maybe even hit him and then slam the door in his face. She’d gotten rid of the majority of her violence though, so she was able to take a breath and try and calm herself.
“He’s a faery, and that makes it all better?” she finally ground out. Her voice was forced, her eyes narrow. “Why are you here? You’re attempt at apologizing is…pathetic at best.”

He looked up from the ground glowering at her. To be fair he’d never done this before. Not ever.
“He’s a faery… I, vampires, cannot resist faeries. They,” He trailed off trying to think of words incredible enough to describe them, “They are like the best food you have ever had. Delicious and divine and amazing. Faery blood is like pure liquid desire. Like your full of every good thing that ever existed.” He went quiet, his gaze dropping back down to the ground, guiltily. “At the bar… I tried to resist it… but it washed over me. I couldn’t control it. I didn’t want to, but I couldn’t control it.”
He stopped, pressing his mouth into a thin line. The words he was saying didn’t even make sense to him. This wasn’t even about Warren. This wasn’t why he came here, wasn’t what he’d wanted to talk about. She did something to him that he couldn’t explain and that didn’t make sense to him. His inability to fully articulate what he wanted to say to her was frustrating beyond belief.

“If faeries are such…a divine treat,” the words came out with a sneer, “Then how could you be stupid enough to hire him! Duh, you’re going to be in close proximity with him all the time. Him and his perfect…stupid glimmers…and…and” She huffed.
Warren wasn’t the real problem anymore. Her anger was feeding anger and she was just getting frustrated all over again. “Ugh! Why this?” She demanded, suddenly lashing out and pushing Eric. “You make me so mad!”

He glared at her again and opened his mouth to explain exactly why he had hired the faery. He snapped his mouth shut again indignantly as the only reason he could think of was he’d generate more money for the business. That and he hadn’t wanted to send him away, which was bad.
Then she’d pushed him. He hadn’t been expecting that at all. His strange vampire reflexes had attempted to kick in last minute, which resulted in him batting her arms away. “Stop it,” He snarled threateningly.

“No.” She snarled back, stepping forward onto the porch to try and push him again. “You stop it!”

He let her try and shove him, but remained rooted on the spot. He chuckled cruelly at her outburst, but he felt a inkling of his earlier anger as she struck him. It was nature, instinct.

"Don't....laugh at me!" She snarled. For the second time that night she surprised herself with the force that came out of her, knocking Eric off the porch to the lawn. She got over the surprise rather quickly, taking a few steps forward, remaining just under the overhang. "You! You're as bad as Dean Winchester!" She yelled at him, "You think you're so great, but you're not!"

An animalistic growl ripped from his chest as he pulled himself back onto his feet, leaving a small indent in the soft sod. He felt a surge of fury and his fingers curled into tight fists instinctually. The desire to fight and hurt and attack. Anger, hot and aggravated, pumped through his veins and before he realized he’d moved he was tackling Branwen off the porch, hitting her square in the stomach with his shoulder. He fell with her, but landed on top.
“Fannad fitta,” He spat, not bothering to curse at her in English.

Branwen hit the ground with a thud, the wind momentarily knocked out of her. This didn’t stop her anger, only fuelled it. She gasped, trying to catch her breath while snarling at the same time. She didn’t fight very often, but she’d been trained her whole life for it.
Managing to find her energy, she curled her fingers into the front of his shirt and pushed, rolling them over so she was straddling him before rearing back and punching his face. “Asshole!”

He growled as she slugged him, blood spattering out of his mouth onto the ground. The taste fueled him, infuriated him. He grabbed her arm that was holding him down and yanked it up towards his head, using her weight against her and snapped at it viciously, puncturing the skin with sharp teeth. While she was distracted he flipped over onto his stomach and attempted to roll out from under her, scrambling a bit on the slick grass.

"You bit me! I can't believe you fucking bit me!" Branwen sneered, looking more surprised than anything. The distraction worked and she fell to the side with a slight 'oof' as Eric scrambled away. She scrambled to her own feet, having a more difficult time in socks and pyjama bottoms that were too long for her legs. She let out a low snarl, at a ready stance, bracing herself in case he came flying at her again with a new attack.

“Dra rygg ät helvete,” He snarled at her. He took a swing at her with his left, aiming for the stomach, followed quickly by a punch with his right hand, aiming for her face. His first swing moved at human speed, covering the second swing which came at her using his vampiric speed.

She’d managed to dodge the first swing, but got caught by the second. She hit the ground with a soft groan but was pushing herself up in an instant, glaring at him over her should as she got to her feet. Her eyes were black and there was a low snarl on her lips. As she stood, a faint black glow began to emanate around her as he wiped blood off her cheek from a small cut there.
“You think you can win against me Eric? You don’t even know what you’re fighting against,” She snarled. She moved, not as quick as him but fast enough, and was centimetres away from him in seconds. She reached up, grabbing his hair at the base of his neck and pulling him down, slamming him face first onto the ground. The force was enough to dent the earth slightly as she lifted his head and slammed it down again.

The first impact into the ground made stars dance across his vision and the second made his sight flicker black for a moment, like an old TV set. He could feel his body desperately trying to heal itself. Feeling shot back into his head in a throb of pain, making him bite back a groan. He managed to get a bit of footing, enough to lunge at Branwen’s legs in an attempt to bring her down. As she fell on him he threw an elbow, hoping it would connect with something. He was moving completely out of desperation now, she had the advantage… for the time being.

His lunge had taken her slightly off guard and as she fell his elbow connected with her ribs. She let out a soft cry, but managed to use Eric’s body to soften her fall before quickly crawling away. What little advantage she did have it was slipping away. Not only was her stamina down, she’d been killing all night, but her body couldn’t heal itself. The human in her was her greatest weakness.
She was crouched on the ground, looking like some feral wild cat, trying to catch her breath and push away the throbbing pains in her body. She only knew one way to win, but she wasn’t sure if she wanted to kill him.

Eric managed to roll onto all fours, readying himself for another lunge. He looked up to check where she was, wiping an annoying stream of blood from trickling into his eye. He looked at her, took in her condition, her bloody nose and fierce eyes. He blinked at her, hesitating for a minute.
“I have no idea what you’ve done, Branwen, but I am confused as all hell about you,” He said loudly, his ears were still ringing from the earlier impacts.
He lunged at her, again using his supernatural speed, aiming this time to pin her instead of to cause her pain. His hands desperately grasping for her wrists.

She made no smart comeback to his comment, though she wanted to. She was beginning to faulter, she could feel it. When he lunged she tried to dodge it, but he managed to catch her anyways. Naturally she struggled to escape him, letting out low growls of anger and annoyance. After a moment those ceased though.
Branwen knew full well Eric was a vampire and that he didn’t have the same compassion for humans as angels did. But maybe, just maybe, her favourite tactic could work on him. Evoke pity, get him to loosen his grip enough for her to escape. She still struggled against his grip though, having too much fight in her to completely give up.

He’d managed to hold her down and he was now pinning her with most of his weight, straddling her. He struggled to grab a hold of her hands, which was made harder by the rain. He finally gave up and grabbed her chin with one hand. He rested his forehead on hers, a dangerous move, and then leaned in further and kissed her lightly. The fight had completely ebbed out of him, leaving a resolved calm.
“Listen. Branwen. Listen to me,” He commanded, though it sounded awfully close to begging.
“I feel for you. Things… I haven’t felt since I was turned. Impossible things… things that have been dead for centuries. I don’t understand what you are doing to me, or how you are doing it. I don’t know if I like it…” He paused looking into her void-like black eyes, holding her gaze, “But I think I do.”

Branwen fell completely still the instant his lips touched hers. The anger flowed out of her, dissipating into the air like smoke, leaving only a very confused girl behind. That was not what she had been expecting. She was hurt and bleeding and ready to fight for her life, and she got this in return.
The black in her eyes melted away, revealing the true blue her eyes were meant to be. Eyes that held confusion and some fear. These things he was saying, she didn’t know what to make of them. “I…” she squeaked out before closing her mouth. She licked her lips and then tried again. “I’m not doing anything.” She finally said. “You…you’re the one…making me do stupid, reckless things. I don’t understand any of it.”

“I’m sorry that I’m hurting you,” He whispered, not sure that he’d be able to so the words. Although he had intended to speak them he was shocked when they actually came out. He looked into her eyes, hoping to find some direction or reassurance there. He was so lost and her fear and confusion simply mirrored his. “You’re doing /something/,” he repeated, kissing her again, not knowing what else to do. The simple action helped to ground him. It felt right.

She was in silent shock. Words like that… no one had ever apologized for hurting her before. She assumed no one cared if she was hurt, she was raised to hurt and be hurt. She didn’t know how to react to any of this. And when he kissed her again she just gave in and kissed him back. It was the only thing she could see to do. Her heart fluttered in her chest the longer they kissed, rain falling and hitting her skin, causing little twitches under her skin. She didn’t understand this feeling, but it was something that wasn’t anger for once, it felt better than that and she decided to just go with it.

He pulled away slightly, his eyes flicking over her face. He tried to push some of the hair, plastered by the rain to her forehead, away from her face. He slowly leaned back, sitting up, and tucking his arms under her to lift her with him. He slowly stood, picking her up gently, and getting her to her feet. He had an arm tucked around her waist for support, but he felt like he needed constant contact with her, some part of them need always be connected. He kissed the top of her head shakily, still awash in confusion over why he felt this way and how, and the growing confusion surrounding ‘they’, her and him together. What were they?

She was soaked through and through, shaking now the she was standing. She curled her arms around herself, staring up at him, unsure. What was she supposed to say, to do? Everything was all out of sorts, she was having a hard time collecting her thoughts into coherency. "I'm cold," she finally muttered, unable to come up with anything else to say.

He nodded and guided her numbly towards the house. The door had remained open during their fight and he moved her deftly through it, turning to close it. The click as the door shut sounding like a shout in the silence.
“I think you might need to go to the hospital,” Eric finally spoke, his voice, like the door, sounding loud and out of place in the quiet silence of the early morning.

“I live with a hospital,” She chuckled, trying not to shiver too much. She looked around a bit, hearing movement in the house and passing it off as Callisto and Io moving around the house. Sure enough a tiny Shiba Inu came padding over, looking overly pleased with herself. Not long after Rain came down the stairs, in nothing more than black sweat pants, and for some reason, a beanie pulled over his hair. He rubbed his eyes a bit before stopping and looking at Branwen and Eric. He cocked a brow and then looked at the floor, idly tonguing at his lip ring as he took in the blood on the floor. Finally he looked back up at Branwen.
“So….busy night?”

Eric was still latched onto Branwen, though he was sure he wasn’t helping her get warm. It was more likely that his body was actually stealing her heat, as her body tried to warm itself and the surrounding area. He slid away slightly, but his hand found its way into hers. He peered over at her, looking ridiculously guilty, but waiting to see what she would say. Whether it would be the truth or… shit. It had to be the truth. If he could have, Eric might have paled a bit. “Good morning, Mr. Quinnton,” Eric said like a child who’d just been brought home to meet his friend’s mother.

Rain stared at Eric incredulously for a second, scratching his head. “Dude, Mr. Quinnton was a man who lived maybe a thousand years or more ago. Just call me Rain.” He snorted a bit, eyeing the way Eric held onto Branwen. Branwen, just grinned her cheeky grin at Rain, twining her fingers with Eric’s. Rain just chuckled.
“Cyrus is going to have several words for you chicky. But you are nothing if you are not Jack’s little girl.” He sighed and stepped forward, studying her face, how she held herself, clearly trying to hide how hurt and bruised she was. “You’re going to get sick.” He concluded, “Go get changed and wake up Cy.” When she didn’t jump to it he frowned, “Now, beag aonarach, before I loose my gracious mood.” He said firmly. Branwen sighed and rolled her eyes, pulling away from Eric and heading promptly upstairs. In her condition she decided it was best to not piss off Rain.

Eric watched her go up the stairs until she disappeared. His gaze lingered on the stairs before nervously sliding over to look at Rain. “I, uhm, am going to head home,” He said speaking slowly like he was choosing his words very carefully. He began to back away from Rain, toward the door, his hand reaching out behind him blindly, searching for the handle.

"That would be a good idea," Rain agreed, not looking like he was going to hurt Eric, or even entertained ideas about it. Hell, he was considerably shorter than the man, but by simply crossing his arms, he was a fairly intimidating sight to behold. "Branwen's a pistol, and she probably deserved whatever you dished out to her. I give a free pass on that account, Cyrus isn't as gracious. You'd probably not want to get caught coming around for a while either..."

Eric seemed to consider this for a minute as he reached the door. “Would you mind telling Branwen that I will come by tomorrow at sunset?” Eric said purposefully, “And… your lawn is a bit of a mess.” The apology stuck in his throat, refusing to budge, so he gave Rain a sincere shrug and an apologetic smile, and then slipped out the door.

[rp log] Lazy Bones | Branwen & Eric

Wed, 09 Sep 2009 05:54:38 GMT

Branwen goes and visits Eric in his mausoleum. Instead of getting up and doing something, they be lazy bones and snuggle. Oh yeah, and they can't lie :3

Branwen had been waiting. And waiting. And waiting. And now she was really freaking bored. She didn’t want to sit around and wait for sundown to go and seek out Eric (or maybe vice versa) to have something to do. Something that wasn’t sitting and pouting because Dean was being a god damn jerk. Well, he was always a jerk, but more so right now.
She shook her head, not wanting to get mad over his threats to stake Pete again, and decided to head over to the graveyard. She knew Eric was staying there, she just had to find the right mausoleum and make sure she didn’t open it and let the dying rays of the setting sun in. Last thing she needed was to burn and nearly kill Eric.
She reached the graveyard and looked around. She remembered overhearing him and Zee talking about which one he was going to stay at. Something about winged lions. She hummed a bit to herself as she moved between the graves towards, searching for the right spot.

Eric was still in a deep sleep. He was vaguely aware that he should get up soon. The sun had almost set, but he was feeling lazy this dusk. He was still full of the faery blood that he’d somewhat unintentionally ingested the night before. A smug smile crept across his face as he remembered how delicious the fae blood had been.
Eric suddenly cracked his eyes open, slightly alarmed. He could hear deliberate footsteps approaching his tomb. They didn’t match the random ambling strides of Azreal, and it worried him that someone was outside seeking out his resting place. He pulled himself sluggishly out of bed, ready to head down into the maze of catacombs that connected to the back of his mausoleum.

Pausing here and there, Branwen was half looking for Eric’s resting place, half just exploring with morbid curiosity. She didn’t spend a lot of time in graveyards, not when she’d seen enough dead souls before hand.
She stopped at one of the mausoleums and looked around. There was a winged lion. This might be the one. She pushed the door open just a small bit. Not enough to let any sunlight in. “Eric?” She called out curiously. She waited a few seconds. If she got no answer she’d move on and look elsewhere. Or go get Zee to show her which one it was.

Eric, who was half backed into the catacombs ready to bolt, perked up a bit at the familiar voice. He lethargically took a few steps back toward his crypt.
“Branwen,” He said quietly, but in the stony hollow the sound carried, “I’m in here. Come in and shut the door.”
He could see the slight outline of the dying sun playing across the stone near the entrance; even that tiny bit stung his eyes and made him feel weak.

Branwen grinned, impressed with her detecting skills. She pushed the door open a few more centimetres and wiggled her way in, promptly shutting the door behind her to keep out the rays of light. She had to blink a few times, standing still and leaning against the door until her eyes adjusted to the considerably darker space.
Once she could see properly again she grinned at Eric. “Sorry, I got bored so I came to bug you. I hope I didn’t wake you up or anything?” She said, sounding slightly apologetic.

Eric mumbled something incoherent and flopped back down on the mattress Zee had brought him.
“I should get up soon anyway,” He said into one of the pillows, muffling the noises, “Come lay down with me.” He beckoned her over by patting the mattress. He rolled over slightly to peer up at her, his hair fluffy and dishevelled.
“I need five more minutes,” He smirked boyishly.

She stared at him for a moment before sighing and rolling her eyes like him asking her to lay down was some big inconvenience to her. However the grin on her face stated otherwise.
“Just don’t mess up my hair.” She snickered, walking across the space to the mattress. Her hair was her main vanity point. And since it took her an hour to straighten it every couple of days, no one every really complained about it.
She crawled onto the mattress before just flopping down next to Eric. “You’re so lazy~”

“I am not,” Eric muttered, his eyes already fluttering closed, “It is completely against my nature to be awake at this god forsaken hour.”
He gave her a mock yawn for good measure, an action that had taken years to perfect without the use of breathing. He curled into her, wrapping a strong arm around her waist possessively. He happily buried his face in her hair, smelling her none to discreetly. Her sweet scent laced with her demonicness greeted him, but so did another smell. He frowned slightly.
“You smell like... boy,” He stated, almost sulkily, though he was too tired and comfortable to make a fuss about it at the moment.

Branwen couldn’t help but giggle as Eric curled around her and nuzzled into her hair. “You think this is a god forsaken hour? I have to get up at like…six in the morning almost every day.” She huffed in faint annoyance. Though the annoyance didn’t last long with Eric snuggling her.
“I what?” She questioned, raising her eyebrow a bit and shifting to look at him better. Immediately she lifted the edge of her shirt to smell it. “I do?” She thought for a moment. “Well, I was hanging out with Dean earlier…that could be it. You vamps got crazy smell sense.”

Mmh, Eric hummed in reply, still too sleepy to care. With her almost facing him, he leaned over and gave her a brief kiss before settling back down beside her and nuzzling into her hair and neck. He deftly placed a kiss there as well, feeling the heat pouring off her very human body.
“Dean,” He drawled sleepily, his accent seeping through in his tired state, “The hunter?”

She grinned a bit at the kisses, letting out happy little hums. “Yes, the hunter. He’s a bit of a bitch and I’m not talking to him right now.” She informed the other, reaching up and idly stroking her fingers through his already mussed hair. “He told me he was going to kill one of my friends cause he’s a racist fucker. So I told him if he hurt my friends, I’d hurt his brother and see how he likes it.”
She grinned a bit, mostly to herself, as her eyes wandered along the bare walls around them. Just recalling the shocked and more than slightly angry look on Dean’s face made her feel better. Finally she looked back at Eric. “You ever going to get up, or just lay here all night, lazy bones?”

Eric had added appropriate ‘uh huh’s as Branwen vented. An odd feeling sprang up as she explained her unhappiness with the hunter. It pleased him, which he found strange, since her personal life was really none of his concern.
Eric gave a small groan as she nagged him once more to get up. He’d felt the sun finish setting a few minutes ago, but had hoped she’d be satisfied just to lay here for a while. He sighed a sulky fine, but made no move to get up, instead focusing some of his attention on kissing Branwen’s neck, collarbone and shoulder.
“Did you have something important planned?” He purred between administrations.

“I...well…no.” She admitted, sounding a little defeated. But she figured she’d forgive him for being lazy if he was going to lavish all this attention on her. Besides, laying around ding nothing never hurt anyone. Right? She decided it was probably best not to dwell on that thought.
“I finished my bartending lesson things…” She suddenly mused out loud, “And I made it onto the cheerleading squad at school.” She grinned a bit, batting her bright blue eyes at him. “So I’ll probably ‘smell like boy’ more often. Will that bother you?”

He propped himself up on one elbow to look down at her curiously.
“What is cheerleading?” He smirked, sounding out the word. The term sounded ridiculous, but she seemed proud of it, so he was happy for her. There it was again. That strange emergence of emotions surrounding the insignificant factors of Branwen’s life. He had no reason to care about this ‘cheerleading’. It didn’t affect him. He decided to ignore these thoughts, they’d lead nowhere good, so he pushed them aside.
He leaned down and gave her a longer kiss, nibbling a little at her lower lip.
“And yes,” He murmured, “I would mind.”
He stiffened a bit, confused. He hadn’t planned on saying that. Had planned simply on letting that question go, crossing that bridge when they came to it. Well, he’d said it now, might as well try and play it off... or distract her. He playfully licked and nibbled at her ear

“Cheerleading is exactly what it sounds like. You lead people for cheering.” She giggled a bit. “It’s basically girls getting to dress up in skimpy outfits and jumping around. They pretty much are the top of the food chain at school, which is where I need to be.” She hummed before being silenced by his kiss. She tipped her head up, kissing him back, a faint smile on her lips at his affections.
At his admittance, which even he seemed surprised at, she giggled a bit. Even as he tried to play it off, she tucked the information away in the back of her mind. “Well, I’m sure there’s bound to be some event at night you can come to~” she cooed at him.

He smirked against her cheek, her explanation drawing up old memories.
“It reminds me of the women in my village,” He offered, having an odd moment of nostalgia, “They would dress up and do their hair up intricately when we would leave to go on raids. And they’d cheer us on.”
Eric narrowed his eyes, trying to remember, “Mead maidens,” he said with a gratified smirk before giving her a questioning look. “Who will you be cheering for?”

“Sports teams,” she hummed, “Football mostly. Apparently the more you cheer, the better they play or something.” She shrugged a bit, still grinning at him. She reached up and ran her hand through his hair again, slightly twirling it around her finger.
“So do you need to go find something to eat tonight or…?”

He turned to kiss her wrist.
“I’m sure they’ll play harder with such a charming young woman such as yourself cheering,” He offered with a smirk, “And I won’t need to feed tonight. I’m still full.”
He carefully avoided the run-in with the faery. In fact, better not to even think about him, or faeries.
“Though you seem eager to go do something,” He purred, his smirk turning impish, and he continued half joking, “Maybe you’d like to watch me feed? Or maybe I should just eat you?”
He punctuated the last statement by playfully nipping at her neck and jaw.

“Mmm, blood play isn’t really my thing,” she teased, running her finger down his jaw line. “No, definitely not the watching kind.” She giggled a bit and pulled his head up. “Ah-ah. First one’s free. My blood comes at a price~” she hummed, winking at him.

“Oh really,” He purred playfully back, “And, for future reference, what is your price, älskling? So, I can start working towards it.”
He entwined one hand with hers, tangling their fingers together, and showered it with light kisses all the while grinning away.

"Well, I've yet to decide a price," She informed him, a cheeky grin on her lips. "But...what I think of one, you'll be the first to know..."
She blinked a bit and cocked her head. "What does...älskling mean?"

He blinked, confused for a second. He hadn’t realized he’d used the word.
“Erm, älskling... it’s Swedish. It’s like a... pet name,” Eric searched for a better explanation, “Well, älska is love. I suppose it’s like... darling.”
Eric had to wonder that if he’d been alive if he might have been blushing right about now. As it were, he was fidgeting a bit, idly toying with a strand of Branwen’s hair to avoid looking at her. His admission to any type of feelings for her felt very... uncharacteristic, or more accurately, unvampire.

Branwen grinned a bit, nodding. "I see. It's cute, I like it." Her voice had a slight waver to it, like she was attempting not to turn into a blushing little pile of mush. It was more his actions than his explanation to her. Acting like a school boy with a crush.
Which may or may not have been accurate, but she decided that she didn't want a definitive answer to it. Not right now anyways.

Then Elaine went to bed. We decided that Branwen spent the night hanging out with Eric and ended up sleeping all day with him, skipping school. We're RPing that fun adventure tomorrow 8D

Writer's Block: Top of the Charts

Sat, 05 Sep 2009 23:13:40 GMT

What's the most-played song in your music library?

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I'm so cool I'm going to do a countdown 8D

5. A tie at 53 plays each, Damn Regret by Red Jumpsuit Apparatus and Don't Wake me Up by The Hush Sound featuring Patrick Stump
4. A tie at 54 plays each, Walking Disaster by Sum 41 and Magnolia by The Hush Sound
3. At 57 plays, Bang the Doldrums by Fall Out Boy
2. At 58 plays, Love Me Dead by Ludo
and finally, the number 1 most played song on my playlist at a whopping 84 plays:
Don't Trust Me by 3OH!3

Each of these songs were a personal favorite or a muse inspiring song at one point or another. Oddly enough Don't Trust Me is one of the newest songs on my iTunes, but I'm just so in love with it I can't even function...

Hey, I wonder if I can do this from my iPod too....

On my iPod it's basically the same songs, just different orders and slightly higher numbers lol

20. At 37 plays, Umbrella by Rhianna featuring Jay-Z
19. Tied at 38 plays, Headfirst Slide into Cooperstown on a Bad Bet by Fall Out Boy and Lions Roar by The Hush Sound
18. Tied at 39 plays, W.A.M.S by Fall out Boy, Chasing Cars by Snow Patrol and Cut Up Angels by The Used
17. Tied at 40 plays, Miss Murder by AFI, Folkin' Around by Panic! At The Disco, Cells by The Servant and Ma Poubelle by Sum 41
16. Tied at 41 plays, We Intertwined by The Hush Sound, You Are The Moon by The Hush Sound and I Caught Fire by The Used
15. At 42 plays, Can't Hold Back by Amber Pacific
14. Tied at 43 plays, I Don't Care by Fall Out Boy and Where We Went Wrong by The Hush Sound
13. At 44 plays, I Don't Care (Cobra Staship Suave Suarez Remix) by Fall Out Boy
12. A tie at 45 plays, Always You by Amber Pacific, Sweet Tangerine by The Hush Sound and Lighthouse by The Hush Sound
11. A tie at 46 plays, A Dark Congregation by The Hush Sound and Burnin' Up by The Jonas Brothers
10. At 47 plays, Fall for You by Secondhand Serenade
9. At 48 plays, Out Through The Curtain by The Hush Sound
8. At 49 plays, The Take Over, The Break's Over by Fall Out Boy
7. At 50 plays, Lake Pontchartrain by Ludo
6. At 52 plays, Wine Red by The Hush Sound
5. A tie at 53 plays each, Damn Regret by Red Jumpsuit Apparatus and Don't Wake me Up by The Hush Sound featuring Patrick Stump
4. A tie at 54 plays each, Walking Disaster by Sum 41 and Magnolia by The Hush Sound
3. At 57 plays, Bang the Doldrums by Fall Out Boy
2. At 58 plays, Love Me Dead by Ludo
1. at 84 plays, Don't Trust Me by 3OH!3

[rp log] Grapes of Wrath? | Branwen & Eric

Sat, 05 Sep 2009 22:20:57 GMT

I've created a sixteen year old slut monster and I love it.

Eric nodded gratefully and rocked onto his feet. He made sure he caught Rain’s gaze and gave him a curt nod before ducking out the door back into the night. It was an incredible night, cloudless. The sky was a velvety black and a large full moon pooled pale light over everything. Eric loved full moons. Before the advent of electricity full moons had always reminded him of the sun. When he shut his eyes basking in the light of the full moon, he could almost smell the sun. Almost.
Eric brought himself back to the task at hand: Finding if Branwen was still around. He swiftly turned to the brick wall and scaled it with unnatural ease. He quickly strode across the roof and used the vantage point to survey the area. Ah, yes, there she was. He measured the leap so that he would land nearly soundlessly beside her, seemingly coming out of nowhere.
“Boo.” He said flatly, as he landed beside her.

"HOLY CHRIST!" She yelped, stumbling back and falling to the sidewalk. She had not been expecting that. She stared at Eric, wide eyed and clutching her chest, panting slightly.
"You jerk! You nearly gave me a heart attack!" She snapped at him, throwing her hand up so he would help her up. "You should warn a girl."

Eric let out a billowing laugh, picking her up in a movement too quick to follow. He couldn’t quite shake the roguish grin plastered on her face. Sneaking was instinct, and even if he wasn’t stalking real prey it still provided a giddy rush of energy.
“My apologies,” He said through his smile, to amused to mean the words he was saying, “Plans for this evening?”

She stumbled back up to her feet, a grin back on her face. "I suppose I'll forgive you, this time." She snickered, tugging her jeans straight and smoothing out her t-shirt. Once she was sure her clothes weren't ruined, she glanced back up at Eric, brushing her bangs from her face and then reaching back to tighten her pony tail.
"Plans? Not really. I was going to go home and sit on the computer for a while. Why? Do you have plans you'd like to invite me to?" She asked coyly, a playful grin on her lips.

“Unfortunately, I have nothing to offer you,” Eric said with a bit of a pout, “But I am, what’s the expression? Game for anything.”
He shot her a sly grin, “Can you think of any way you’d like to spend the evening?”

She chuckled a bit and rolled her eyes. "All the men in my life are such disappointments." she teased, looping her arm around his as they headed down the street. She hummed a bit as she thought.
"You'd think, for a place with so many supernatural beings who dwell only at night, there'd be more to do. Unfortunately there's like...the movies, or renting a movie, and the beach and the twenty-four hour diners. Not too much to choose from..."

Eric regarded her, considering the lack of nightlife. He considered it for a minute, but it made sense. Supernatural beings were generally anti-social because of their innate fear of being discovered, rooted out, and killed. It was an ever present possibility, and some of them had already made the mistake of dying once… they didn’t care to do it again.
“I’m opening a bar, I think. You’re not old enough, but I will let you in I suppose,” He said with a playful wink and a grin, “As long as you don’t tell.”

"Well ain't you just the sweetest~" She cooed, giggling a bit. "Need a bartender? I got a fake ID and everything. Anything’s better than bouncing between those two stores. Old people and hipsters, no thank you." She huffed.
"Although you opening a bar doesn't solve the problem of having nothing to do tonight, you know. You're not a very good short term problem solver," she said with a slight giggle.

“Of course, I’ll be happy to employ you,” He smirked. Even with a fake idea, Branwen was so obviously not 21 that it was slightly ridiculous, but Eric really didn’t care that much. He remembered back in the day when barmaids were just the kids of the barkeep and could be any age as long as they could walk and carry drinks.
“Hmm, we could… sling shot grapes at passing cars from the rooftops?” Eric offered.

"And you're...how old again?" She asked, laughing a bit at him. "The rooftops, eh? Well, we might as well. I haven't been up there yet, and I hear the City looks really good from that height. Sure, let's sling shot grapes. What an adventure!" She chuckled.

Eric smirked at her acceptance of his rather childish idea. Now they needed rubber bands and grapes.
“Should I fly you up there so you can enjoy the view while you wait for me to go get the… needed supplies?” Eric asked, preemptively closing the small gap between them and getting a better grip on her.

Branwen was nothing if she was not childish. Her grin showed her obvious excitement and she held onto him a fraction tighter. "You can fly? You're my new favourite." She informed him with a slight giggle. "Take me away, Superman."

Eric beamed a bit at being called her favourite, but the Superman reference was mostly lost on him… he was some kind of crime fighting super human, right?
Gathering his energy he hovered off the ground and quickly flew up to one of the roofs, the chilly night wind ruffling through their clothes as it whipped by. In seconds their feet came to rest on the flat roof of one of the tall brick buildings that lined both sides of the street.
“I’ll be right back,” Eric assured her before casually stepping back off the roof and dropping gracefully down to street level. The second he landed he took off towards a grocery store he’d seen near the cemetery at a speed too fast for human eyes. The span of his absence was close to a minute and a half before he suddenly reappeared on the roof, having purchased rubber bands and grapes and sprinting back.
Eric gave Branwen an evil grin then laid down on the roof, resting his chest and elbows on the slightly raised side. He motioned for Branwen to do the same then took a rubber band and made a sling shot out of it using his thumb and pointer finger. He settled a grape in the center of the rubber band and as a car pulled away from the stop sign he let the grape fly, nailing the car on the front windshield. A shocked expression and the squeal of tires as the driver swerved slightly was the reward. Eric snickered and once again beamed a smile at Branwen.

As they had lifted into the air, Branwen had let out a soft sound of utter delight. Flying was a totally new experience to her. She only knew a few beings who could fly, Zee and Castiel. Zee was too lazy to take her flying, and she'd never ask him, and Castiel was a jerk off for an angel and she wasn't quite she if she found him more fascinating or annoying.
When their feet touched the ground, she took a quick glance around as she loosened her grip on Eric. She was so enthralled by the sights that she barely heard him tell her she'd be right back. She merely nodded and made a slight sound of recognition that he'd even spoken at all as her wide eyes took in the sights.
In the time Eric was gone Branwen realized two things. The City at night, when viewed from this vantage point was probably one of the most beautiful things she'd ever seen. The other thing was that she really hated the cold and was going to start wearing sweaters wherever she went. It wasn't that cold, but she was used to constant fire and warmth.
When Eric did return, she shot him back the same evil grin, but with a bit of a flirtatious undertone to it. She followed his lead, settling down on the roof and watching him shoot a grape at a car. She couldn't help but laugh at the startled driver. "For someone your age, you sure act like a child." she informed him gleefully as she picked up her own rubber band and a grape.

“Ah, the key to happiness is never getting old…” Eric told her using a mocking and over the top sagely voice, “Didn’t you ever read that children’s book? Peter Pan?”
He turned and looked at her seriously, his eyes locking onto hers, “Anyway, I have a theory. When you live a very long time you start out childish and naïve. You enjoy things because they are new. Then as you age, you learn you have responsibilities and you begin to act like an adult. Then there is a third part, you realize that all those things you took so seriously are actually not that critical and you go back to having fun simply because you can.”
[c]
He tore his eyes away from hers, slightly embarrassed by his long winded explanation, and looked back down at the street, pegging another car and watching the driver look in astonishment and horror at the exploded fruit on his windshield.

"I can't say I've ever read the book...but I saw the movie," She offered with a small grin before turning her gaze downwards. Instead of pegging a car, she aimed her grape at a couple passing by below them. She hit the young woman and couldn't hold in her mischievous giggles.
After that she returned her gaze to Eric as he explained, very seriously, why he was so childish. She couldn't bring herself to look away from him, and instead just nodded a bit in understanding, grinning the entire time. When he looked away she continued to stare at him for a few moments before watching the grape he shot explode across the windshield.
"Well either way, I'm glad your fun and not some stuck up old vampire who can't even bear to smile...like in the story books." She said, picking up another grape. But instead of shooting it at someone or something right away, she leaned over and kissed Eric's cheek. Then she turned her attention back to the street and shot her grape at a stray cat.

It was Eric’s turn to gaze at her. She’d kissed him. That made things complicated. It meant there was a choice to be made: reciprocate or ignore. He’d kissed her before, but that had been different. He’d been keeping her glamoured, under a spell. This, would not be necessity. Who was he kidding? Every time this decision cropped up he’d always made the same choice. Even when the choice meant trouble, which this one most likely did.
He reached out and gently brushed his fingers through her hair, turning her face towards him. He leaned in and paused, close enough to feel her breath on his lips. So human. He then closed the gap pressing his lips against hers, waiting for her to respond, or to reject. The decision was hers now.

Honestly that had been the last thing Branwen had been expecting in return. Usually the reaction she got was a slightly scolding look. But then, that was Dean and this was Eric. There was a distinct difference between a human hunter and a thousand year old vampire.
She hesitated only a heart beat before letting her eyes close and leaning her body forward, accepting the kiss easily. She wasn’t sure where this would go, but she was the type to leap without looking. That was half the fun of living, now wasn’t it?

Eric felt the corner of his lips twitch upward in a smug smile as she leaned into his kiss. Good choice. He parted his lips slightly, letting his tongue lightly brush her mouth. Another question, and it needed another answer.
Oddly, in the heat of the moment, Rain’s warning swam through his head, which he found was odd, and quickly batted it away. Eric was pretty sure this girl was in control of her demon just as much as he was in control of his; it was barely contained, lurking under the surface waiting and begging to be let out to rip someone apart. Whatever, as long as they were both on the same page.

She parted her lips for him, tipping her head slightly. She lifted one hand, cupping his face, pulling him a little closer as they kissed. She kissed him until she had to pull away. Her disadvantage was she still had to do that pesky breathing thing.
She stared at him a moment before a slight giggle escaped her and she lowered her head to hid the slight blush the crept over her cheeks. After a moment she looked back up, a quirky little grin on her lips. “Well, it’s good to know that over the years you’ve gotten really good at kissing.”

“With little else to do, you have to pick one thing to practice and excel at,” He smirked cockily.
In a movement too quick to follow he gently tackled Branwen onto her back, sliding easily on top of her. With one arm supporting himself and the other cradling her head, keeping it off the slightly dirty roof, he leaned back in and kissed a trail up her neck, nipping it lightly. He moved his attentions back to her mouth, nibbling on her bottom lip gently before kissing her again. The kiss was anything but gentle, anticipation and desire finally wearing at his teasing patience.

Branwen let out a slightly started sound, more at his swiftness than anything else. She recovered with a small, girly giggle, tipping her head back a bit as he kissed along her neck. When Eric’s attention returned back to her lips, she wrapped one arm around his neck, kissing him back with an equalled fierceness.
This wasn’t how she’d imagined spending her night, but considering the alternatives, she decided she preferred this much more to anything else. Life was an adventure, and Eric, he was an adventure and a half. She was getting chills just thinking about it.

Eric moaned into the kiss as Branwen matched his intensity, the kiss turning feral and wild. Eric suddenly broke the kiss mouth still open but in a gasp of pain. Pleasure was being dissolved by a growing painful burning. Eric felt the familiar, panicky tingle. Dawn was close and although he was liking how heated this was getting he wasn’t ready to burst into flames. He unwound his arms from around Branwen, showering her with apologetic kisses.
“I,” Eric said unemotionally, the pain was sobering. Looking deeply regretfully and somewhat annoyed, Eric continued, “This will have to be continued… soon. The sun is rising and I have to get to the cemetery. Let me help you down?”

Writer's Block: As the Cookie Crumbles

Tue, 01 Sep 2009 22:36:58 GMT

If you ran the fortune cookie factory, what message would you make sure gets put in a cookie?

Submitted By 123ekaterina

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That's what she said
Lucky Number: 69

Writer's Block: Under Protest

Mon, 31 Aug 2009 16:14:18 GMT

Have you ever participated in a boycott? What did you boycott and why?

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I boycotted love. I then detoxed just to retox.

But I got another shot at life~

The whole affair was a disloyal order of water buffalos.

:3

[life] Blah blah blah, same old story

Fri, 28 Aug 2009 20:02:52 GMT

First off, yay~ Made myself a new me icon. I love it.

Still waiting for a call back on that job. I hope I get it, I'm fucking sick of waiting, or being broke...everything. I think I'm going to call the music store I apped at and see if they're hiring any time soon. I mean, it's that time, right?

My RP is finally getting someplace. We've gotten new characters and such. Thinking of extending the update period to every two weeks what with people going back to school now. The new players we're getting - that don't know me IRL lol - say they like the comm, the ideas and the way I have everything set up. So that makes me super happy, you have no idea.

But lately I've been feeling jerkish concerning my RP's...

So I brought in my new character, Branwen. I love her to death. It's the first time I've been really excited about doing anything with a female character in a long fucking time. So naturally her muse is just, really strong.

My problem with her is that I think she might appear too...mary sueish. Which wasn't intended at all. It just seems that I play her, and she's a little 16 year old scene queen who is super adorable (at least I think she is, here's a pic of her play by), and people just bend to her will. So really I'm not making her a mary sue, people are playing with her like she is. I don't know if I'm explaining it right, but I dunno. It just feels like we're two people in a badly written fic and she's always getting her way.

Which is only fun to an extent. But it doesn't really deter me from playing her. I mean, I designed her to be a little preppy scene queen teenager who says 'like, totally, you don't even know, oh. my. god' all the time. But someone, somewhere should say no at some point, past her 'father' who I happen to play so it's not as fun.

At the same time she provides an amazing conflict because she has this huge crush on Dean Winchester (cause we totally have one in the RP and it makes me smile) but at the same time her whole life was based around being evil and manipulating people. She can't fight worth shit. Seriously, one hit and she's down for the count. But she's got Dean who looks out for her and it's just, adorable. And I don't want to stop playing it! A half demon and a demon hunter, one's underaged and there's so many different scenario's and conflicts we could come up with. She's evil, shes shallow, I want to give her a chance to grow, evolve, learn new things, perhaps be persuaded to a nicer life style, not completely good but not so evil. The problem I'm having here is I feel like I'm annoying the player cause I know she just wants to play her South Park muses. And while I'm cool with that, I'm just not as into it and I feel like I'm gipping her of good scenes because I just don't want to, which is totally unfair to both of us.

If you've been on my flist for a while, you know I jump around fandoms like freaking whoa and I'm just not that into SP anymore. But she got me into Supernatural cause she plays Dean and now he's all I want to play with with her.

I don't want to run into the problem I have with Ashe where we play so many different characters all together and now it feels like a chore trying to pick who to play. I just want one line for now and it's just...I dunno. I feel like a complete jerk always asking her to play. I even considered dropping my SP RP comm just so I wouldn't have to play the muse anymore, which I can't do because I love Kenny too damn much to let him go.

I dunno. I feel like saying 'Well I only want to play these two' but it's so fucking rude and presumptuous and unfair of me and I just...don't want to do anything because of it.

Ugh. Why is my online life more emo and complicated than my real one? Why do I always feel like such a fucking jerk. I hate it.

I'ma go emo over there now, sorry for wasting your time >_

[rp log] Suck Up | Branwen & Dean

Thu, 27 Aug 2009 07:29:22 GMT

After a Rave on Monday, anyone who attended has lost the ability to lie. Branwen's entire existence, her attitude, her evil, manipulative ways all revolve around her ability to weave tangible lies. Having just moved to the human world from Hell, Branwen has never attended high school before. She learns how hard it is to fit in someplace new, and Dean makes her feel better, like he always does.

Branwen wasn't totally sure why she was going to Dean's place of all the places she could go, but she was. She'd had another crappy day at school, she wasn't enjoying it one bit. The other girls crushed her, they called her plain and not pretty and she couldn't pretend it didn't bother her for some reason. Instead she was letting it get to her and she was very, very upset. She hadn't realized yet that she couldn't lie, just that she couldn't quite seem to keep a grasp on her usual cockiness. But Dean would make her feel better, he tended to make her feel cute and pretty and she enjoyed that aspect of him more than anything else. And so she found herself in the hall, knocking on the apartment door looking very much like a kicked puppy.

Dean was not the first to open the door. Some young woman came to the door, looking like she was about to leave. She looked at Branwen before awkwardly averting her eyes and leaving, rushing down the hall. Dean looked up from the couch, beer in hand. He was clothed but he had one of those grins on his face. When he noticed the door still open, he went over to check and saw Branwen, blinking in surprise. "Bran? What are you doing here?" he asked, not unpleasantly. He tugged the young girl in, noticing the distress.

Distress was now putting it mildly. She had kind of just frozen, staring at the woman who had opened the door, and then watching her rush down the hall. Well honestly, what did she expect? She was sixteen, Dean wasn't going to want to sleep with her. How tempted she was to just go back to hell and let herself grow up a bit more. But that wouldn't work. She opened her mouth, fully intending to pretend that seeing that woman did not bother her. That wasn't exactly what came out though. "I was having a bad day..." she said, her voice soft and low like she was still trying to stop herself from crying, which part of her might have been, "But...But nevermind!" she huffed, blinking rapidly as she tugged away from Dean. "You can't possibly make it better now."

"Whoa, whoa, hey, c'mere," Dean frowned, not liking when he had to see someone upset, let alone a perfectly sweet, and maybe demonic- girl. Dean didn't let go of Branwen, placing his beer down and realizing that she might have been upset about that woman. Well-- Dean couldn't really do or say anything about that. He closed the door as he pulled Branwen inside, despite her struggle, leaning down to look at her face, twisted with emotion. "What's wrong? Tell me."

"School!" She huffed. "I didn't know it would be so hard! Nothing has ever been hard for me, and no one likes me! Everyone always likes me! And I can't...do anything!" She blinked rapidly a few more times before shaking her head. "I sound stupid, why am I even saying this?" She blinked a few more times, trying to keep the tears that wanted to spring up at bay. She hadn't meant to sound all childish, she'd wanted to say nothing was wrong and be her usual, arrogant self. But she just couldn't, which was only upsetting her more. "I think something's wrong with me."

Dean knelt in front of Branwen, listening to her bitch and if it were anyone else, he would've told the girl to suck it up and deal with it because what did he know about school? But there /were/ some things he understood. Sure, he picked up a lot of girls but that wasn't really knowing how to communicate well with people. Dean was terrible with people. So he knew what it felt like to be the odd new kid that nobody was really sure about. That nobody "liked." Sammy was always the one who was liked. The normal one. "Well, school is supposed to be annoying," Dean said, cupping Branwen's face and frowning at the promise of tears. "Don't give me that look. Tough princesses like you don't let some stupid girls get to her, do they?" Dean teased slightly, looking at her affectionately.

"It's not supposed to. I don't know why it's just...I don't like it." She toughened a bit, her fist clenching and a slight rage behind her eyes now, a flicker of red, there one second, gone the next. "Back in hell I'dve just...killed them." she grumbled before blinking, blue eyes wide and shocked. Had she really just said that, out loud? Oh god, that wasn't supposed to happen.

Dean took a breath. Well. It was finally on the table. He didn't move away though. As far as he knew, full fledged demons didn't just...cry. He smiled a bit sadly. "I know what you mean," he murmured, not really meaning to say that either. But he just moved some hair out of Branwen's face. "Listen, you're gonna have to deal with a bunch of stuff you don't like and all you can do about it, is suck it up, and /make/ it something you like."

"I don't know how," Branwen sighed, "No one ever taught me how to be human. It's all...confusing and there's rules and stuff. You'd think I would know, it's supposed to be bred into me, but I don't." She wasn't sure why she was telling Dean all of this. She knew she didn't really want to, but she couldn't really help it. "I'm supposed to have more human in my than anything else and I just don't know how to do it." Finally she just shook her head and pulled away, clamping her mouth shut. She didn't like all this sharing she was suddenly doing. It just wasn't her.

Dean allowed Branwen to pull away from him. He knew that when women didn't want something, they really meant it. Dean simply stood up and sighed slightly, looking at the other, taking all this sharing as new information. "You seem pretty human to me. You're hurting and confused and hating rules." Dean smiled slightly. "That's pretty damn human to me."

"Yeah well..." Branwen trailed off and shook her head, forcing herself to just not speak. Which was really a hard task for her cause she liked to talk...a lot. "Do you like the kitten?" She finally asked. Kittens were a safe topic and she already decided she was going to stay and hang out for a bit either way. Unless Dean told her to leave, but even then she might have just stuck around to be a pain. That's what she did.

Dean actually raised a hand, telling Branwen to wait before leaving the room. He returned, holding the kitten by the scruff of its neck, with a new collar saying that-yup...they were keeping him. "We named him, 'Ozzy'," Dean snickered, holding the kitten out to Branwen

"Awwww~" She cooed, taking the kitten and snuggling it. So far her theory was holding true. Cute things made everything in the world better. Fact of life. "After the talented Mr. Osborne I'm assuming?" She added, glancing up at Dean for a moment before going and plopping down on the couch, making herself quite at home.

Dean didn't mind. He always took his "home"s pretty lightly. They didn't stay his home for very long. He sat beside Branwen with his beer. "Yup. Damn thing meows all night."

"Well he's just a baby! He needs loves!" She informed Dean matter-of-factly. She continued to cuddle and coo at the kitten, delighted with the purrs she got in return. "So what have you been up to?" She hummed curiously before making a slight face, her lip raised in a sneer. "Besides...." and she waved her hand at the door looking mildly disgusted and not wanting to say what it was clear that she was indicating.

"Hm? Oh," Dean had almost forgotten. When it came to women, he had a memory like a goldfish sometimes. He shrugged with a slight smirk. "Er- same old same old," he chuckled.

"Well aren't you just delightful~" She cooed at him, setting the kitten down on the couch. "We should do something." She finally decided, looking thoughtful. She had homework she was purposely avoiding (mostly because she didn't know the first thing about geometry and was too proud to ask for help), plus if she went home and Jack gave her that look that only Daddy's gave she knew she'd be in tears again and she didn't want that right now either.

"Okay," Dean shrugged, looking around his place as he sipped on his beer. "I didn't plan on going out but we can find something to do here? Do a séance maybe?" Dean was being an asshole but he chuckled, hoping at least his "normal" asshole antics would make her feel normal and forget about her problems.

"A séance...?" she asked, staring at him in disbelief. "You're dumb." She finally said with a slight laugh and roll of her eyes. "Why would we do a séance? If I wanted to talk to dead people, I'd go find a vampire to hang out with or something..."

"I wasn't being serious you little bitch," Dean scoffed, rolling his eyes as he finished his beer. "Then what do you want to do, princess?"

She made a little indignant squeak, but was still grinning slightly. "I am not a bitch. I am...okay well, I am, but still!" She finished with a little laugh. "I don't know. I hadn't really thought about it." she tapped her chin thoughtfully for a moment. "We could...watch a movie or...go get something to eat or...uhm...go to the beach? I don't know. I was just thinking out loud really..."

Dean snapped his fingers, reaching for the remote and putting his beer down. "I know exactly what you need," he grinned, turning on the TV and flipping the channels. He stopped on a channel that played movies all the time and Hellraisers II was on. "Just like home, huh?" Dean winked before tossing the remote aside and getting comfortable.

Branwen stared at the screen then over at Dean. She scooted a bit closer to him and then swatted his arm. "Jerk." she sneered at him, though she looked amused as she returned her gaze to the screen. "I love the Hellraiser movies. Nothing like hell really is, but Pinhead's pretty bad ass..."

"S'what I keep telling myself," Dean chuckled, instinctively wrapping an arm around the other's shoulders and tugging her close.

Branwen grinned and easily leaned into Dean, half curling up and generally getting comfortable against his side. "I used to hang out with a guy like Chatterbox. He was a fucking douchebag. And he had the most grating voice ever. Ugh," she snorted and rolled her eyes. Why she told him that, she wasn't sure.

"Aw man," Dean chuckled, shaking his head. "That's real unfortunate." Dean didn't really know why he was holding up the seemingly useless conversation. Maybe because it made him feel human. It could have been anything.

"Yeah..." she hummed in agreement, falling silent after that. Her eyes were fixed on the screen, she really loved the gory, hellish movies. She had hated being in hell, but the movies always made her grin. She let out a soft sigh, shifting a bit until she could rest her head on Dean's chest.

"Feel better?" Dean asked, testing the waters as he rubbed the girl's arm slightly, resting his head on Branwen's.

"Yeah," she said softly, a slight grin on her lips. So far the theory was holding true, Dean really was around when she needed him, and he always made her feel better. Even after the whole finding out she was a demon/god/human and him getting mad at her, he'd still made her feel better. She liked that about him.

[life] TO MY FLIST!

Thu, 27 Aug 2009 06:36:47 GMT

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So yeah. If you have LJHook, ignore me. If not get it. And if you don't use FireFox...well, what the hell is wrong with your brain?

That is all :3

[rp log] Getting Her Way | Branwen & Dean

Wed, 19 Aug 2009 05:30:52 GMT

The following contains whining and crying and manipulating a man, as well as several puppy dog looks. Sometimes it's hard to tell if Branwen is just you're regular everyday, garden variety sixteen year old girl, or the crossbreed human/demon/demi-god she's supposed to be

Also, she called Dean just before this all took place

Dean was speeding down the street, eyebrows set in a deep frown. Branwen had sounded very distressed and that deeply displeased him. He hoped it was a minor demon that he could handle alone. Sure, he could handle the big boys by himself but with effort. Plus, if it was a huge problem, he'd have to protect Branwen too. He sped down to the park, skidding to park as he got out, having all his needed weapons on him.

Branwen was standing on top of a jungle gym, a soft black aura radiating from around her. She looked very nearly ready to cry or try and pick up a bench and try and smash the demon that was at the base of the structure, calling up at her in a taunting manner. The demon in question didn't look much older than Branwen did, a teenage girl with platinum blonde hair and pitch black eyes. "I'm not even kidding!" Branwen screeched at the demon, "Get the fuck away from me! I am totally not afraid of you!" The demon snickered. "If you're not afraid, Mrs. can never be wrong? Why are you up there with that death glow?" Branwen snorted, but saw Dean coming and just got ten times more dramatic, flailing a bit as she cried for help.

"Hey," Dean shouted, looking at the teenage girls, looking back and forth between them. He kept his eyes on the blond one, reaching into his inside jacket pocket. "You okay?" he asked Branwen, still eyeing the demon.

"No!" Branwen cried indignantly, "Look!" And she stuck out her arm that had a few deep scratches. She'd been keeping it pressed against her side to try and hide it and the side of her shirt was soaked with blood. The demon snorted. "Oh whatever, I barely touched her. And who are you supposed to be, the Knight in Shining Armour?"

"I'd prefer the ruggedly handsome knight in real leather boots, with a cherry ride, but whatever you want, sweetheart," he replied sarcastically, pulling out Ruby's knife and raising an eyebrow. He didn't care if the other was a teenage girl. Really. He had no qualms killing civilians if it meant they were going to die without some demon thing in them. "Let her go," he said, sniffling and raising an eyebrow at the other.

"Let her go? Are you fucking kidding me? I like this skin. It's pretty. I can finally play Joneses with the princess over there," the demon snorted. Branwen looked absolutely appalled. "You tried to tear off my face What the fuck! Just kill her Dean, she's been in that body for months now! I can sense it."

"Don't be a stupid bitch, just let her go," Dean warned once more, eyes cold as he smiled at the other demon, glancing up briefly up at Branwen when she spoke.

The demon snorted, seeming bored of Branwen now and turning to Dean. "Or what, you'll poke me with your knife?" she rolled her eyes, "I'm shaking in this lovely skin of mine Mr. Knight." She looked up at Branwen. "Getting the pansy little mortals to protect you? You're pathetic."

Dean chuckled, looking down before starting to take a step toward the blond girl, adjusting Ruby's knife in his hand a bit before taking another step. "For the last time-- let her go or I'm going to slit your throat." Dean shrugged, almost sheepishly. "Simple."

"Ooooh, big man. Go ahead," The demon snorted, rolling her eyes. She felt no threat from Dean, he was just another human man with another pathetic knife. Maybe he knew what she was, but what could he do. Branwen was secretly smiling to herself with a fairly evil smirk even though she was trying to keep a 'damsel in distress' face. The demon took a step towards Dean, cocky and sarcastic. "Why're you protecting a little bitch like her? She's nothing special, she'll just fuck you up too pretty boy, like she does to anyone who crosses her path."

"I think I can handle her," Dean said with a smirk and a nod, tilting his head at the other "girl." "She's a pistol but-- I like my women frisky." Dean flicked his wrist once before jabbing the knife in once in the demon's middle, prying it in there with a small grunt before jerking it upwards across the girl's front. "And you're not so much frisky-- you're just a pain in the ass," Dean smirked before removing the knife and slitting her throat to finish the job, taking a step back.

There was a brief pause, both Branwen and the other girl looked slightly shocked that he'd actually stabbed her. And then she began to erode from the inside out and she let out an ear splitting scream, even Branwen had to cover her ears, before falling to the ground. "Holy shit..." Branwen said, almost breathless, "You...totally killed her...with like, a fucking knife. I didn't think that was even possible!" she half squeaked, the black glow around her fading to nothing.

"Oh it's possible," Dean said, clearing his throat and shaking his head as he tucked his knife away and reached his hand up to help Branwen down.

"Oh shit..." Branwen said, her eyebrows raised as she stared at the dead body. But then she grinned, something both innocent, thankful and mildly sinister all at once as she leaned down and grabbed Dean's hand with her uninjured arm and crawled down. She was probably going to get in tremendous shit for this stunt later, oh, but it was worth it.

When Dean got her hand, he smiled slightly, helping her down. "Now, why don't you tell me, what the hell /you/ are, princess?" Dean asked almost calmly, tugging the knife out and holding on to the other's wrist firmly.

Branwen blinked a bit, staring at Dean in a bit of shock before laughing at him. "Oh tiger, that little pocket knife ain't gunna do me in like my ex-BFF there." She snickered, rolling her eyes. "I'm a crossbreed, and a damn powerful one." She grinned, moving closer to him, not even bothered by the weapon he held as she pressed her free hand against his chest to steady herself as she reached up on her tip-toes to whisper in his ear. "I am a God."

Dean moved his head away to look at the other closely, eyes searching for a lie, still holding onto her though the knife lowered. He wished he had the Colt. "Gettin' mighty cocky there, aren't ya?" Dean snickered but he was being careful. The other was powerful, there was no doubt about that. He had never heard of any crossbreeds. That meant that Branwen was far more powerful than he could have even imagined. He wondered if killing her was a seal. Or if she was in cahoots with Lilith. His grip tightened and his eyes narrowed slightly. "Do you know anything about Dillinger or Lilith?" he asked, getting down to business.

Branwen blinked a bit, cocking her head. "Who?" She asked, raising an eyebrow. "Look Dean, just because I'm a demon, human, god does not mean I know or care about anything that's even going on in the world. Remember the first time we met and I told you I just want to live life? That was the truth. That's all I'm trying to do, just live and not have people telling me what to do every day of my life. I got sick and tired of being trained into some fucking weapon of hell and I came home to live with my parents and go to school and just...be a teenager." She struggled to pull away from him, but she was pretty weak physically and couldn't get free. Hell, she didn't even know, or care about half of her powers. "Look, I'm not like those other demons, I can't heal myself and I'm in fucking pain. Let me go! I thought we were friends."

Dean hesitated before letting her go. There was no point in keeping her. He didn't know how to kill her. And she didn't know anything. Dean sighed, tucking the knife away and just watching the other closely. "I believe you," he said after a long while, eyebrows furrowed as if he didn't like he was trusting her. "Because my brother's probably just like you." Dean didn't want to mention that it didn't end up working out for his brother because his brother had lost his girlfriend trying to live normally. But he didn't say that. "Do you want a ride home?"

"I think so, yes..." Branwen said softly, lifting her arm to examine it. "Huh...I'm kinda....really....bleeding a lot..." she said, wobbling slightly. It was her greatest weakness, the human in her. She blinked a few more times, staring at Dean with a frown. "I think..." and then she just fell backwards, passing out from the blood loss.

Dean tried to catch her, basically getting her head before it hit the ground as he knelt over her. He looked around and sighed, starting to pick her up like the princess she was, grunting as he stood up. "You're more trouble than you're worth, you," he chuckled as he started walking back toward his Impala, nodding to pedestrians who looked on worriedly. He placed her in the passenger seat, grabbing a makeshift first aid kit sort of thing from the back seat to bandage up the other's shoulder.

Branwen was in and out of it after that. Every so often she'd sort of wake up and stare at Dean with a look that said 'who the fuck are you?' before passing out again. When he got to the tender parts of her arm she suddenly woke up, some sort of supernatural strength of will. "OW!" She snapped at him, swatting at him with her good arm before remembering her blood loss, staring at her arm and flopping back. "I wanna go home," she pouted softly.

"Relax, I'm taking you home after this," Dean murmured, focused on bandaging the other up {after cleaning up the wound.} Once he was sure the arm would be okay, at least until she got home, he shut the door and went around to get in and drive. Soon, he was taking Branwen home, silently.

Branwen was fairly quiet, still half out of it and staring out the window. Before they pulled onto her street she turned her gaze onto him, her blue eyes big and babyish and a soft pout on her lips. "We're still gunna be friends and hang out, right?"

Dean glanced over at Branwen, ready to scoff and tell her not to count on it. But he sighed, feeling himself smile slightly before moving to ruffle the other's hair in an annoying fashion. "Do your homework, Bran," Dean snickered.

"I'm not in school yet, Dean." She informed him, grinning a little bit, before looking back out the window, "And you should do yours a little better...just so you know~"

"I think I'd have to do years work of homework to understand /you/, Bran," Dean rolled his eyes, slowing down in front of her house and parking. "Now as pointless as it is to say it, stay out of trouble."

"I'll do my best." She said, grinning a bit, staring out the window to her house. Didn't look like anyone was home. "Walk me to the door? In case I like...I dunno, fall again..."

"Sure, highness," Dean murmured, getting out of the car to open the door for Branwen and basically pick her up and carry her to the door. This was easier for him, in his opinion. Once he got to the door he gently placed her down on her feet and raised an eyebrow. "Now what are you gonna do now?" he asked, just to make sure this girl didn't have any sneaky teenage God plans.

She couldn't keep down the giggle that bubbled up as he picked her up and carried her to the door. "That's not quite what I meant, but just as effective." she hummed as he set her down. "Now I'm going to go inside and call my uncle, a full god just so you know as I'm sure you're very curious about my family now, and make him come home from the hospital...where he works...as a doctor...so he can heal me." She grinned. "Remember Dean, yours is only one point of view. From where you're standing we might look evil, but from where we stand, you could look the same way. Just think about that." She patted his chest and turned and opened the door, it was always unlocked, and went inside.

"I do, man," Dean sighed to himself, turning to get back in his car. "I do."

[icons] Some Teasers

Sun, 16 Aug 2009 23:52:52 GMT

I'm still working on the icons for 'What A Catch, Donnie' by Fall Out Boy, I have about 14 done at the moment. I'm working on them between RPs and RL stuff lol. But I figured I'd give you guys a couple teasers while I'm still working.

They'll be posted in my graphics comm touchingsuns when they're done, so go watch that cause I probably won't post a notice here when I do post them.

So here's some teasers :)

Remember to credit of you take, either <lj user=wishmaster_kami> or <lj user=touchingsuns>

[help] What A Catch, Donnie~

Sat, 15 Aug 2009 00:11:20 GMT

Okay flist! I want to make icons for the 'What a Catch, Donnie' video. Only I can't find a good quality video to download. Normally I'd just snag it off of iTunes, but sadly, I can't afford the three bucks for the vid right now :/

So anyone got anything for me? Or shall I just keep waiting?

[life] DONE

Fri, 14 Aug 2009 20:16:29 GMT

Okay, so I've spent the last 3 days working on giving myself a new layout, making myself a graphics community and transfering all my graphics over there.

I can now start working on fics again.

Now go to touchingsuns and watch it if you were just here for my icons and such~

That is all.

[fic] Clandestine | South Park | Craig/Kenny

Wed, 12 Aug 2009 09:58:00 GMT

Title: Clandestine
Fandom: South Park
Characters/Pairing: Craig/Kenny
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 2,236
Warnings/Spoilers: Language and strippers for this chapter. I'm keeping the whole fic on NC-17 rating due to the entire nature of it. If there’s any episode specific spoilers they’re obscure and mild.
Disclaimer: These genius characters belong to Matt and Trey. I just like to make things up~
Summary: Craig hates life in South Park. It sucks the soul out of a kid. He’s stuck in a nightly loop, looking for something, anything to make it worth it. He wants to go down in a fight, but there’s nothing worth fighting for. But in every small town there are hidden secrets, and there is always something worth fighting for.
A/N: I don’t even know why I chose this pairing of all pairings xD I’ve never written them together before, so please forgive me lol I’ve been wanting to write this fic for a bit thanks to the song ‘Dear Maria, Count Me In’ by All Time Low, but mostly the video found here. It took me a while to find the inspiration, but damn when it hits, it hits lol. So enjoy.

Craig had been coming out to this strip club for what felt like ages. But then again, so had most of the kids in his class. In South Park there was no such thing as a ‘legal drinking age’ or ‘getting ID’d’. The sights the dingy, smoke filled room had to offer didn’t even breach his thoughts anymore. It was always the same women, the same girls, the same songs, the same dances. Over priced beer and lap dances. None of it was worth it. He was only here out of habit anymore.

Pulling the smokes out of his pocket, Craig brought one to his lips then began to look around for where he’d put his lighter. Instead of finding the butane filled plastic, he found one of the strippers holding out a lit match for him. Begrudgingly he lit his smoke and leaned back. She was probably going to expect him to pay for a lap dance now. He wasn’t really in the mood, but it was better than dealing with the bouncer.

“Craig, go home.”

The brunette blinked up at the woman who had lit his smoke. No, not a woman. She was still just a girl. He tried to smile at her, the corner of his lip twitching a bit as he shook his head.

“You go home first, Red.”

His scantily clad classmate grinned at him and ran her pale fingers along his cheek. And then she turned and headed off towards some other patrons of the establishment. Craig watched her go, sighing and shaking his head. She wasn’t the first or the only girl he’d grown up with to fall into this life style. Most small towns bred success, their kids got wings and flew. They became something. South Park sucked the soul out of you. If anyone was going to fly, it was going to be in circles. They were nothing more than hicks and vultures and Craig was fucking sick of it. He wanted out.

He dropped a couple bills on the table as he stood, pulling his signature blue hat with the pompom back on. There was no point in letting the town win, not without a fight.

---

It was the last two months of their last year. High school in a small town was nothing big or exciting. Hell, the most exciting thing was when Kenny went missing for a couple days then came back. And even then it wasn’t that exciting because it happened so often. It was rather depressing actually.

Craig was leaning back in his desk, feet kicked up and a smoke hanging out of the corner of his lips. Their teacher droned on about something, though what it was hardly worth paying attention to. Cartman was asleep, Kyle and Stan were passing notes, Tweek was attempting a shaky drawing, and Token and Clyde were sharing ear buds listening to some new band Token had just found.

Very suddenly Kenny burst into the room. His hood was pushed back, blonde locks a mess. His lips were tainted with a deep shade of red and a wild grin was on his face. He waved at the teacher and took his seat in the back of the room. Craig glanced idly across at him. He was already speaking in hushed tones, hands moving through the air. He’d always been an animated talker. By the looks on Kyle’s and Stan’s faces, he was talking about another one of his devious adventures in the janitor’s closet. Between deaths, the only thing Kenny cared about was how many times he could get laid.

Craig’s gaze returned to the front of the room, to the clock situated just above the white board to give the illusion that students might be paying attention. Tonight was going to be different from every other night. He wouldn’t go to the cheap strip bar in town to watch his friends and his friends’ sisters degrade themselves beyond recognition. Tonight he’d find something else to do, somewhere else to go. South Park wouldn’t steal his soul tonight.

---
The drive from South Park to Denver wasn’t long, but Craig always hated making it alone. Which was a little odd for him since he usually spent most of his time alone anyways. Sure he still hung out with Clyde and Token and Tweek, but mostly he kept to himself now. There was no real reason for it. He just felt the need to be isolated. He assumed it was a side effect of the town, of the way it slowly destroyed you from the inside out.

His dad had been pissed off that he wanted to take the car to Denver that night, but had finally relented. Someplace in his heart he knew, he could feel Craig slowly withering away, could see the way being trapped in the little mountain town was killing him. So he let the car keys go with a curfew of two am.

Driving around Denver was probably more boring than sitting in a strip club. But at least here Mercedes and Porscha weren’t rubbing their boobs in his face every five minutes, shamelessly trying to get his cash. He’d find something to do. Something that wasn’t barely legal teens stripping for the people that raised them.

Craig was, unfortunately, a creature of habit and was soon pulling into the parking lot of a strip joint. Well, at least here there’d be new sights, new bodies, perhaps an old spark of interest would resurface. He doubted the latter, Craig had never showed much interest in anything. His teenage years had made him jaded.

At eighteen Craig knew he wouldn’t be getting into this place. He was underage and he didn’t have his fake ID on him. But as he reached the door, figuring he might as well try his luck before calling it quits and heading home, he found it unwatched. Inside a patron had gotten a little too grabby with one of the strippers and the bouncers were wrestling him away. Craig slipped in unnoticed and grabbed a table not too far back from the stage. He got in here, might as well make an effort to see what Denver had to offer above South Park.

“What can I get you sug’?”

Craig blinked a couple of times, glancing up at the busty brunette grinning down on him. He’d thought the South Park girls were on the skanky side, he didn’t even know what to think of this woman. Nothing more than star shaped nipple covers and a little g-string with thigh high boots.

“Just a beer, whatever kind. I don’t care…” he said, waving her away. She snorted a bit at his indifference to her and turned to fetch the drink he’d ordered. When she left Craig’s gaze returned to the stage. Two little blondes were teasing the crowd as they covered each other in almost kisses and wiggled their plump little booties in the air, begging for the dollar bills the dirty old men clutched into their hands. Probably their children’s college funds or wives life savings. They’d taken off the rings, but Craig could still see the band marks on each of their fingers. It was disgusting to him, so he ignored them and kept his attention to the stage.

The waitress came back with his drink and he paid her. Once more she looked insulted as he all but ignored her. Brunettes had never been Craig’s type anyway. He liked blondes. Occasionally redheads, but blondes just drew him in like a moth to a flame.

Another stripper came along, running long, painted nails over his lightly freckled cheeks. Craig’s gaze turned to her as she didn’t ask, just did. Her hands fell to his shoulders and in seconds she was straddling him. All Craig could see was olive skin and veil clothing and perk nipples. The dancer grinned down at him, one hand pushing his hat off and raking fingers through his black locks. Craig sighed and resigned himself to the lap dance forced on him. At least he didn’t know her, it made things easier.

She was whispering dirty little nothings in his ear that he wasn’t really paying attention to. The way her body fit and ground into his it was obvious she was trying to get him hard and all riled up. She wanted his money like the greedy little shark she was. She probably circled the bar, testing the waters, watching, waiting, striking when your back was turned. Finally he shoved a five in her thong and shooed her away. It wasn’t that Craig didn’t have sex or wasn’t aroused by women, it was just that he didn’t care for strippers. He’d started heading to the joints to avoid having to face his friends. It was the only place he could be alone, blend in with the crowd and just vanish. It was sickening to him, having to hide in a dirt joint. He’d waved it off as another soul sucking side effect of his hometown and continued going. There was nowhere else anyways.

The fog machines on stage suddenly flicked on and the whole club went dark save for a single spot light on the stage. A low rumble of appreciation rolled through the crowd, the sound akin to a wild cat about to pounce on its prey. Curious, Craig leaned forward, elbows on the table, fingers curled into the blue fleece of his pompom hat. A lull of distant dancing music began and a single figure walked out on stage. Craig took in the sight of this new figure, observing every detail from foot to head. Black velvet wedge boots that clung to milk white calves leading up to cut off Daisy Dukes. From there angled hip bones caught the light and shadowed, making them seem several times more angled than they were in reality. A half buttoned cowboy shirt barely clung to a thin frame, exposing more of the smooth, white skin. Craig was surprised to discover he was looking at a male, not a female. A male whose face was covered by a downturned cowboy hat. Blonde locks barely poked out under the edge of the black Stetson, a dangerous yet playful smirk playing on barely visible lips. People left, right, and center were hollering and cat-calling at the figure which genuinely took Craig off guard. He’d have understood if there was a pair of breasts up there, another nameless girl lost in the world of dark and dangerous just trying to get by. But this reaction to that body? Craig wondered how far gone he was. No, not him. Humanity. When all that mattered was sex appeal and smooth skin. It wasn’t the same primal instinct it used to be, it wasn’t about nice breasts and big hips and the best mate. Sex was money and money was life and life was all about sex. Had Craig bothered to try an emotion, he might have been disgusted. But for now he would watch this enticing creature on stage, join the heard and get lost in the dark world of sex and want. It wouldn’t hurt. Not this one night.

Craig faintly recognized the country song that stared to play as the young male’s pale fingers wrapped around the stripper pole. He moved with a slow rhythm, swaying his hips. He kept the hat low on his face, the only source of protection and anonymity he had as he moved across the stage. The already low slung shorts seemed to inch just that much lower as he moved and the men in the front row made grabby hands and threw crinkled bills as the pale creature on stage ground against the pole, made a real show of himself. Slowly, one by one, the buttons on the shirt came undone, revealing flawless skin that just barely glinted with sweat and glitter under the stage light. Craig’s fingers tightened in his hat. What he did, how he moved, it stirred Craig in a way that none of the female strippers had ever done to him. It startled him nearly out of his seat. For someone who rarely felt anything, he was suddenly feeling everything.

“Who is that?” he asked, grabbing hold of his waitress’ arm as she walked past him. She blinked a bit and looked from Craig to the male on stage.

“That’s Shadow.”

“What’s his real name?” Craig demanded. The waitress snorted and rolled her eyes.

“If he wanted his real name revealed he wouldn’t be named Shadow, now would he?” she informed him, tugging her arm from his grip. Craig growled in annoyance but then returned his gaze to the stage. The now shirtless dancer was wrapping himself around the pole, all the while keeping his face hidden. Save for the small shadow cast over his face, there was nothing about him that suited the name he’d taken on for himself.

His wrist watch suddenly beeped, informing him it was one am. He let out a low snarl, wanting to stay longer but knowing of he did he’d be late. And then he’d be grounded and wouldn’t get the car again, let alone go out at all. He stood, slowly pulling his hat onto his head.

The spark that had gone out of him long ago as a child was back. He would be too, tomorrow night.

[Chapter Index]

[chapter index] Clandestine | South Park | Craig/Kenny

Wed, 12 Aug 2009 09:10:18 GMT

Title: Clandestine
Fandom: South Park
Characters/Pairing: Craig/Kenny
Rating: NC-17, yes, the whole thing.
Warnings/Spoilers: Language, attempted rape, sexual situations…are strippers a warning or an invitation? If there’s any episode specific spoilers they’re obscure and mild.
Disclaimer: These genius characters belong to Matt and Trey. I just like to make things up~
Summary: Craig hates life in South Park. It sucks the soul out of a kid. He’s stuck in a nightly loop, looking for something, anything to make it worth it. He wants to go down in a fight, but there’s nothing worth fighting for. But in every small town there are hidden secrets, and there is always something worth fighting for.

[Chapter 01]

[life] MY EYES DDD:

Wed, 12 Aug 2009 08:01:30 GMT

WELL! I just made myself a new layout AND a new layout for faerie_lullaby because I'm the residential coding bitch, dontcha know.

But my eyes are now broken and I can't do any more graphics or layouts until I sleep. Which kinda sucks because I still want to make myself a new profile code, plus I just made a comm for all my graphics to go to [I'll link it when I'm done tweaking/transferring]. But for now....

For now I'm going to go outside and try to watch a meteor shower with my girlfriend (even though she's like...1000 miles away...it's the thought that counts)

[rp log] Down and Dirty | Cyrus & Rain

Tue, 11 Aug 2009 22:51:28 GMT

What do you get when a god of life dates a god of chaos?

"It must be the sex..." Rain mused teasingly, "It just keeps me coming back. That has to be it." he chuckled, leaning over and nipping at Cyrus' jaw.

"Well, of course it is. We're nothing but a pair of rutting animals, Ceol." He said pleasantly, turning his neck slightly, smirking.

"Oh, you make it sound so appealing Faolan." Rain snickered. "You know what would suck though, having a mating season. Once a year, I'd die, I think." he mused, flicking his bangs from his eyes.

"I agree." Cyrus said with a sympathetic nod, his lips twitching into a bit of a frown, as if he were trying to imagine it. "Well, I I think I'd end up humping you to death..." He said thoughtfully, rubbing his chin.

"I don't think I'd mind dying that way," Rain hummed thoughtfully. "But...but what if I humped you to death? Then what?" He asked with a bit of a smirk. What an odd topic to suddenly get on to.

"..." Cyrus stared up at the sky for a moment or two before his lips tugged into a huge grin and he turned to stare at Rain, still grinning. "I don't think that's possible."

"Ouch, my ego." Rain said with mock pain, clutching his chest. "Oh, that hurts, right here man....right here." He let go of Cyrus' hand, getting all over dramatic and trying not to grin like a fool, "You;re so mean to me, what's the point....ohhhh" and he flopped onto the ground, in a very dramatic manner mind you, and just lay there, staring up at Cyrus with a 'pained' look.

The god of life watched as Rain flopped down onto the ground, arching his brow slowly while staring at the other. "..." He shrugged, as if saying 'What can you do?' and then got down on the ground, pulling up one of Rain's legs and then pretending to hump it. "It's the truth." He said in a stoic manner, though his lips began to twitch into a grin.

Rain stared at Cyrus as he humped his leg. "You're a jerk, you know that?" He asked, a small smile on his lips. "If you're gunna hump me, at least do it right."

Cyrus grinned wildly before he crawled upward, pinning Rain onto the ground as he rubbed against the other. "Oh Ceol~" He he said before tossing his head back, lips twitched into a grin that said he was teasing.

Rain couldn't help but laugh at Cyrus' antics as he pushed him off. "You're such a loser." He flipped their posistions. "Oh...oh Faolan~" he half moaned with a grin as he dry humped the other.

Cyrus grinned wildly and bumped up against the other, stretching out on the ground beneath him and moaning loudly. "Nhh, Yes, Ceol!" He cried out.

"Oh, you're so hot~" Rain snickered, bumping his hips a couple more times before falling on top of Cyrus, 'spent'. "What are our lives that we do this?" he asked with a laugh.

[icons] The New Cities - Dead End Countdown

Mon, 10 Aug 2009 07:57:46 GMT

[42] The New Cities; Dead End Countdown
»»»[29 Video]
»»»[13 Lyric]

Icons have been moved h e r e @ touchingsuns

[life] WHOA! HAI INSPIRATION! SUP!

Sun, 09 Aug 2009 09:11:09 GMT

I was so afraid I'd lost all my inspiration. All I could do was manage a meager story line in an RP with one other player (ignoring the fact that I play 3 and she plays 2 chars in this particular SL).

But then...

WHAM BAM THANK YOU MA'AM!

I've been working on a new SP fic....unfortunately my Kenny/Tophe one is getting hard to write. I have to try and find the bunnies for that one again. I know the muses aren't dead, the bunnies are just lost. In the meantime I'm working on a Craig/Kenny one.

And along with that icons have come back to me 8D I'm working on icons from The New Cities video for Dead End Countdown. That icon up there ^^^^^^ is a teaser. I have 18 done and I'm only a minute into the vid so far~

So, at least for a little bit, you can expect some more activity from me (: Hopefully I can get more into the swing of things and get to work on some older fandoms too, like CSI: Miami and some DCU stuff~

But for now....bed.

Writer's Block: Don't You Forget about Me

Fri, 07 Aug 2009 22:46:32 GMT

RIP John Hughes. In honor of the master of the teen movie, what is your favorite teen flick?

View 505 Answers

Breakfast Club and Ferris Buller's Day Off are my hands down favorite movies by this legend. Growing up I was ALWAYS a HUGE! Home Alone fan too.

I don't even have words for the way this man's movies influenced me as a kid. I was every kid sitting in that detention hall, you know? I always did my best to be friends with everybody. I was the one getting into crazy advetnures and getting away with it (though I never convinced my friends to 'borrow' the prized car lol). I think these movies made me a better person.

And now I'm going to go and watch them.

[life] Dreamwidth?

Fri, 07 Aug 2009 05:21:54 GMT

I've been wanting to get a dreamwidth account but I don't have the money to get one right now. Does anybody have a creation code they'd be willing to spare so I can make one sooner rather than later?

If not that's cool, if so I will love you forever and write you a short one shot of almost any fandom you'd like (granted I know it)

♥

[life] Please Click?

Wed, 05 Aug 2009 22:17:28 GMT

Just hit CTRL and click these little babies. It'll open them in new tabs that you can close right away. I just want them to level up~ Click more than once if you want (but it only counts once a day)

I'll stop bugging you with pointless things now and get back to my fics/RPs