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 Posted: Wed Sep 11, 2024 12:19 am
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Rain's Apartment is on the seventh floor of the building that houses the Club in New Houston.
While the Iberian Lynx Clan of Hylarr has been here for just a few weeks, they've been working to make it their new home. Some had taken up apartments to share but the Clan Elders has each been given their own apartment. As one of those three, Rain had this apartment to himself.
It was a three bedroom with two bathrooms, a utility room, kitchen, small dining room,and a living room. The living room was decorated in soothing brown tones ranging from the dark chestnut suede of the couch and dark oak of the coffee table and end tables, to the warm pale tone of the sepia walls. The dining room carried the same color scheme.
Down the hall were the spare bedroom done up in shades of earthy greens, the office done in more earthy shades, the guest bathroom and utility room, and the master bedroom with attached bathroom.
The master bedroom is unique. The walls are painted to resemble a forest, dark browns at the bottom and mixed greens at the top and ceiling. The bed fits well with the theme, created with carved oak in a queen size with a plush mattress and bedding in different shades of brown.
On the bedside table is usually a book and a bowl of handmade mints.
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Posted: Wed Sep 11, 2024 3:06 pm
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Rain opened the door to his apartment and gestured for Raff to go in ahead of him, giving her a soft chuckle and a wry smile that made him even more good looking, "Pure myth. The whole invitation thing was simply good manners turned into a walking joke that got carried away," he explained as she moved ahead of him. He closed the door behind him and followed her into the living room then gestured to the couch.
"Have a seat. I'll be right back," he said simply before heading down the hall to his office. He collected a book and a box, considered them for a brief moment then pulled another book from his shelf and headed back to the living room.
He looked a little bit nervous as he offered it all to her then ran one hand over his hair as he explained, "One book is on vampires. The different types, life styles, basic biology, things to not do, stuff like that. The second one is on the Hylarr, but you'll have to be careful with that one. The box is some of the mints," he explained to her, hoping he was coming across as confident instead of a potentially lovesick idiot.
He was three hundred years old, for crying out loud, not twenty with his first crush... Not that he thought she'd be seriously interested in someone like him anyway...
He took in a deep breath to steady himself, taking in her scent in the process and barely stopping himself from purring. He reminded himself that she was out of his league in so many ways... No matter how attractive she was... Or how good she smelled... Or how intoxicating her bite was...
Ah, who was he kidding? He was falling hard and fast...
He just had to keep reminding himself that she wasn't meant for him....
He cleared his throat and remembered her request then, "If you'll follow me I'll show you where you can shower," he gestured to the hall behind him then led the way to the guest bathroom. While she was looking over the ocean themed room that was actually tastefully done instead of tacky, he went into the spare room to pull a pair of sleep pants and a tank top, both in a shade of dark red that wouldn't clash with her hair.
He offered the extra clothes then gestured over his shoulder, "Cassarria also managed to get a washer and dryer for each apartment so...."
Why did he hesitate there?! Gah! He was such an idiot right now! |
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Posted: Wed Sep 11, 2024 8:45 pm
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This was.. new. Earlier this very night Raff had been kicking herself for acting on her feelings rather than respecting her common sense and yet, sitting on his couch with Frank's jacket on one side of her and a small pile of gifts on the other the woman had to admit just how unusual their situation was. She'd expected annoyance from him initially; Rain instead seemed downright shy under his casual act. His voice would tremble once in a while, barely a pitch higher and yet Raff couldn't help but notice the cadence as he spoke to her. Gently lifting the books and the case of mints she sat them gingerly down on Frank's jacket, ensuring she wouldn't leave the silly garment behind even as she weighed what he had told her. If she looked at this logically, not emotionally, there was a pattern to his behavior.. specifically, a show of difference between how he had acted with others and how he reacted to her. But what did she want to do with that information? That... Was where her emotions started getting a little unruly. It wasn't that she didn't understand what she felt, it was the fact that what she felt was entirely at odds with her situation and responsibilities. Marriage was, as it had been for her parents and all old-wealth families, a transactional event and lovers were typically a entertainment at best in high society. And yet .. Her own actions were easy enough to analyze as well now that she thought about it.. the real question was 'why?' she felt this way and then that would be swiftly followed by 'what did she want from him?'. The last question she asked herself as he lead her to the bathroom and, though distracted by her own thoughts, Raff did listen to him as he stumbled to a halt about the appliances in his home. He seemed at a loss, hesitating as if he'd surprised himself, and Raff couldn't help but appreciate the awkward charm of it as she accepted his offered nightclothes. " I think this attire of mine and Frank's coat could use a good wash, if you don't mind me staying for a while. I'll start a load when I get out. Thank you, for everything. If it isn't too much to ask.... Could I keep the books here to read when I visit?"
The smile that curved her lips was genuine, Raff's expression finally shifting from cautious to warm as the answer to her self-directed question presented itself. She was thinking about this like her father would.. when she should be thinking like her mother. This wasn't a work issue or a social dilemma this was.. simpler. Maybe not in practice but in theory at least. She just wanted him, or a chance to get to know him. Once awareness of her goal dawned Raff's natural habits kicked in with a vengeance. Asking to keep his gifts here had two benefits; It kept them safe from outsiders and it gave her a reason to return to his room casually, both of which would extend her time around the man to some degree. Holding her borrowed sleep clothes Raff gave him space to consider her request; The woman returning to the bathroom and gently shutting the door to take that desperately needed shower.
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Posted: Wed Sep 11, 2024 9:44 pm
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Rain watched as she closed the door and couldn't help the grin that spread over his face.
She wanted to come back!
That thought was immediately followed by a dose of sheer shock.
She wanted to come back?!
Was it just for the books? Or did she actually want to spend time with him?
How did he NOT screw this up?
He calmed himself down firmly and headed for the living room where he paced for a few moments then decided to go make some tea. That much he could reliably do right now.
He pulled the tea tray he'd been able to bring with him, grateful for the family heirloom despite the weight it had added to his pack when they'd fled their home. It dated to the 18th or 19th century, he wasn't sure which. But it was one of the few from that era that was porcelain instead of silver.
His parents had taught him how to use it properly. Then they'd been killed... He'd raised his sister and taught her to use the tea set properly from the time that she was a small cub. It had been a bonding experience for them that he cherished to this day. The set would go to his sister when she found a mate.
He gave a small sigh as he poured the hot water over the tea leaves that Cassarria had ordered for him. As he carried the tray into the living room, the space was soon filling with the soothing scent of mint and roses. It was an unusual blend, he knew, but it was one that was special to him.
His mother had possessed a very special green thumb. She'd come up with the blend when he was still very young. Those days were cherished memories as well that he remembered each time he brewed this tea.
He set the tray on the coffee table and considered the seating briefly. No, moving a chair in would look bad and ruin the flow of the room. He knew how to serve tea from the couch easily enough. The lighting was fine as well.
He heard movement behind him and turned. But the sight of her in casual clothing with her hair wet had rendered him mute. His expression could only be described as dumbstruck.
His mother would have said that he'd been hit with the beauty-hammer, as she'd called it. His dark blue eyes just couldn't help but admire her as he stood there like an idiot.
And he was purring...
Wait... Had she said something? Did he miss her speaking to him and stand there staring at her like an idiot?
Well, she was looking at him a bit oddly...
"Umm... I, um ... I made tea... If that's okay," he managed to get that much out but still couldn't help but wonder if he sounded like a buffoon... |
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