May 8, 1864 -christian-

[mystique]

Mystique was in her tent, dressing herself and preparing herself for the day to come. She could feel the war that was on the verge of occurring. Her outfit consisted of a white dress and a cap, with long sleeves. Her hair was short and curly, pushed back by her cap. So many nurses and so many soldiers prepared the few nights before this, making her just wonder how many survive. She was given her own tent simply because she was the head nurse, having years of experience, but when you lived forever, there was no reason not to have that much schooling. Sometimes she hated being the one that everyone called to for help, but at the same time, she was addicted to the power and position. She held so much respect from other people that it was something she could not give up. There were some people that thought she had been particularly cold towards all the deaths and injuries, but after you have been to hell and back, the reactions slowed to nothing but a cold heart.

Someone opened her door and she just sat up straight in her bed. "Miss you are needed in the main tent. Dr. Rockland is requesting your assistance," the young girl informed her as she rose quickly to her feet and began walking, holding up her skirt. Whenever Dr. Rockland requested her, that meant it was bad. Her heart pounded as she just fell into place by the table that he was working at with a few nurses already there. They were strapping down a young man that was groaning from pain. Blood stained his uniform as she just came to Dr. Rockland's side. "Nurse Rose, there's shrapnel near his heart and his chest is exposed. He also has an injured arm. There's a great chance he will at least lose his hand." This was not the worst she had heard or seen as she just stood next to the doctor. Rose, Rose was the last name she was known under in this world. She began to work when someone yelled out, No, you can't! He can't live like this!

She looked up seeing a soldier fighting his way, but some people were trying to hold him back. She looked down at his friend, looking at him and groaning. "Let him go, he will be of some use to us," she said as she looked at the man briefly. "I'm sorry to say that it will be this way or he will not live because of the infection that could spread. You will only help by staying at his side. If you put up a fight, you will be thrown out," she said, being blunt as she just looked at him. She looked away as she began helping with the procedure. It went by in blur and though it was challenging and risky, it ended in an hour and a half. Mystique went to go sit down after a moment towards the side of her patients bed, across from the other man. She just rested her head in her hand. She would have to check his vitals in a few minutes to make sure the surgery would not have any immediate major affects.

That few minutes passed as she rose to her feet, grasping his wrist to check his pulse. She just merely glanced at the younger man, before pushing the back of her hand to his forehead. She really did not need to though because she could tell by the patients aura that he was improving. "He will be alright, dear." She said as she looked up at him, smiling as she just straightened, relaxing her hands at her side.

[dream2]

War. That one word called out to the others around him while they slept outside under the stars a lot, and when the morning came, that meant breakfast and then drills a lot. He could have been a General, or a doctor in this war. He had trained to be both, but he wanted to be out there, instead of strategically planning things, he wanted to be able to help make a difference. Blue eyes tightened as they landed on his buddy that he'd met when they went to the recruitment station in Boston, his name was Daniel, and they had become fast friends. He had come up with a name for himself. Daniel couldn't be used, his friend was named that. He liked to be able to blend in, be able to get through without being noticed. Christian had come to mind, but he'd prefer not to draw too much attention to himself by being the only Christian around. So, he had become Isaac. Christian Isaac Bauer. Quite a change, but he wanted to blend in, go unnoticed in this world as best as he could. What better than to be just a soldier in this war? Clapping Danny as he was called on his back, he mused, "How'd you sleep?"

[/color] Daniel shot him a look and nudged the 6'3" male, about an inch taller than him, "Just fine you bloody fool." Oh yeah, Daniel was also British, who had come here about five years ago, he didn't mind. He rather enjoyed the company of Daniel, whether or not he was British. Hell, he was Roman, well - Italian technically speaking. "Just because I may sleep better than you, doesn't mean I'm a fool."[/color] Christian countered, grabbing his gun before suddenly, after he and Daniel had time to get their bearings, a cannon erupted. The fight had started. Men on both sides fought, and as shots rang out, Christian could feel the slight buzz of the bullets overhead, cannon balls slamming into the ground a few feet from him. Grabbing onto Daniel, he growled, "Watch it."[/color] as he pulled his friend out of a fire of a few muskets. Daniel thanked him, as the Immortal trudged around the side with another small group of soldiers, Daniel with him, who then decided to break off.

Idiot, Christian thought to himself. But hey, he needed to watch out for him, he was only 18 for God's sake, and he wanted to keep an eye on him. "Daniel, what do you think you're doing?"[/color] Daniel gave the older man a boyish grin before suddenly, shots rang out. Horrified, Christian dropped to the ground, as he felt bullets graze his impenatrable skin, tearing his shirt. Daniel. He could hear the scream of his friend, and raising his gun, he took aim at the few men who had dared to hurt his younger friend. Lunging, Christian collided with them before he then tossed his gun over his shoulder, looking over Daniel, who had suffered one major shot to his chest. Swearing in French, Christian picked him up, "C'mon Daniel, stay right here with me. Please."[/color] Daniel whimpered and he pleaded, calling Christian what everyone else called him, Isaac, by his middle name. "Isaac...I'm sorry." Shaking his head, feeling his friend's blood soak his hands, he sighed and hurried to the medic tent. Dumping Daniel down, one of the younger nurses scanned him over, he grunted and held up his hands, "I'm fine, not him."[/color] he - without realizing it had accidentally smeared a bit of blood on his face as well from his hands, as he found a towel and quickly began to wipe his hands and then his cheek off, the one with the scar from centuries ago. Suddenly, anger spiked when they started talking about Daniel like...nothing. Just cutting him up to take care of him. There were better ways than that! Growling, Christian snarled, "No, you can't! He can't live like this!"[/color]

He didn't care as he looked to the nurse and their eyes met. Daniel was his main concern, a few other soldiers grabbed onto his arms, wanting to hold the Immortal back. If they would know one thing, it was that Immortals got stronger the older they got. Christian used this to his advantage and shrugged them off, storming towards Daniel before a pair of soldiers jumped him, pinning him and snarling at him, telling him they'd take care of him. Groaning, Christian straightened his frame, hissing quietly. He knew he could fix his friend, but he hadn't had the proper utensils out there. Here there were, and he'd much prefer not to have the "surgeon" cutting his friend apart to "save" his life. Locking his eyes onto their auras and their thoughts, Christian heard Daniel speak, in a strained voice, "It's okay Isaac." He grinned impishly as ether settled in. Christian had taken a seat though next to his friend's bed, and looked up silently in disdain towards the nurse as she then reassured him he'd be okay. Of course he would be, Christian would make sure of that. Narrowing his eyes towards the nurse quietly, he stood up calmly, and checked over Daniel's wounds quietly, obviously having done it before.

Dropping his hand, he pursed his lips then muttered something in French, "Imbécile. Je n'aurais pas dû le laisser faire."[/color] (imbecile, i shouldn't have let him do that) Running a hand through his shorter brown hair - it being required to have gotten cut, Christian lifted his gaze and looked curtly to the nurse, obviously not a fan of the nurses now-a-days, but he certainly wouldn't voice it. He respected them, enough. It just felt like back in Roman times they knew about treatment better than now. Nevertheless, Christian would give her respect - enough. "Thank....you."[/color] His mind tuned in on her thoughts and he found them..interesting, yet it felt like...a two-way radio going on. He felt suddenly aware she could hear what he was thinking. Narrowing his eyes slightly, the Immortal thought obnoxiously, an inward smirk coiling faintly along his lips, The nurse is gorgeous. Wonder why she's here. His eyes carefully watched her, centuries of practice and acting coming into play as he checked over his slightly torn clothes, and had explained it to one of the nurses it had been from branches in the trees, of course. Not bullets. It wasn't like he couldn't die or anything...



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[mystique]

This man’s aura changed from relaxed to more tense as she said he would be alright and it made her a little annoyed, but she brushed it off, continuing to work with the patient. People always were protective of their friends though and she understood that, but she also did not like being taken granted of. She allowed him to stay in her near his friend, instead of making him wait outside to find out the news of whether or not he would be alright. Then when he said what he did, it made her feel at home in a sense, but the French words were rude. She just responded easily, “Faites attention à qui vous appelez un imbécile. (Be careful who you call an imbecile).

She said looking up at him for a mere moment, just wanting some sort of respect, knowing he probably had not expected her to be French. She was not going to give him some sort of talk of him being careful of who he was talking to because he did not know where they came from. Then he said thank you and she responded simply, “You’re welcome.” She respected him because he was simply a soldier, one who fought for their country and risked their lives every day. For a moment, silence came between them as she kept open minded for now, countless thoughts from other people entering her head. Then all of the sudden one came from the man in front of her. Great, another one. She had thought to herself all the sudden feeling his aura change to amusement. That’s when she realized they were both immortals, a smile coming across her lips.

Hmm, that gentleman, so young and handsome. How could such a pretty thing be risking his life in this war? She said, the tone of her thoughts teasing and as though she was smiling. She just whistled sweetly and quietly as she went to go sit down, glancing at him for a moment, her eyes full of mirth. She looked at his friend for a moment, just seeing a young face as well, wondering why so many had to die, even though she knew the answer. Sometimes it made her sad. She just slipped a soft, thin-fingered hand into his buddy’s for a mere moment. She stopped whistling as she crossed her legs. She recalled when they were talking to each other right before the surgery and the playfulness had gone right form her thoughts before she said in thought form. You two must be very close. So many young boys come through here and they don’t have anyone. There are some letters that come in for them, but some don’t make it to them. She just gazed up at him, her eyes just blank, her expression blank, the only thing holding any emotion was the tone of her voice.

“I’m Mystique Lianne Rose by the way,” She said as she kept his gaze, a small smile on her lips as she thought, Mystique Dee Hewitt. She had thought it automatically because that was her original name and now that had changed. Of all the supernatural creatures that came through here, he was the first immortal and it just made her smile. Someone of her own nature and it took over a millennium to meet him. Mystique felt the steady pulse of the injured young man against her palm, as she just watched him for a few seconds.

[dream2]

Christian could say he didn't mind surprises. They were what always reminded him life was precious, a gift, even if he got to live it forever, it was still a wonderful thing to have. Surprises though, always got him even after all these years. One surprise would be when suddenly the nurse commented back at him in French. Wide-eyed, Christian's attention lifted to meet the nurse's gaze. She spoke French? Shock rolled through him then he chuckled, she had thought he had called her that. Grinning coyly, the immortal responded slyly, "Oh là là, je n'étais pas de vous appeler un. Je n'aurais jamais appeler une femme de ce mot, je me suis simplement dit que lui et que trop."

[/color] god he loved being able to let his second language slip off his tongue like silk. English was technically his third language, but to others, to humans, he didn't know any other languages besides English. (Oh dear, I wasn't calling you one. I would never call a woman that word, I merely called myself that and him that too.) Christian arched an eyebrow when Daniel stirred and the younger male looked up between his friend and the nurse and he gave the nurse a half-wink in a flirty way. "I'm Daniel." Rolling his eyes, Christian poked his nose, an uninjured part of his body, "Easy cowboy. Sleep for now or I will have them give you something to rest."[/color] Daniel grinned innocently, and Christian was glad that Daniel would be okay, especially since he had so far retained his odd sense of humor. Straightening himself in the chair, his eyes keenly watched the nurse in front of him as he had projected his thoughts towards her, getting her own shift in her thoughts and aura in response. He couldn't help but give her a playful grin. It had been his own little source of entertainment for a few moments and he was particularly glad he had been able to do it.

Chuckling softly, Christian fell silent, I like being able to defend what I believe in. Plus I get to meet people, like Daniel. he commented to her about fighting, and adding, like you at the end, as he placed a finger on Daniel's eye lid having seen him crack it, "Sleep before I knock you out."[/color] Daniel grinned lightly, before soon shifting slightly and drifted off, obviously the ether was still in his system, working just fine. Looking to Daniel, Christian's attention diverted from him the moment the nurse's thoughts entered his head once more, since with Daniel going into a stupor and drug-induced sleep, it weakened his thoughts, making them less prominent. Hearing her comment on the young age these guys like him were fighting, Christian shrugged, I can imagine. I cannot say much of that. His eyes shifted to Daniel, I think of him like a younger brother. I need to keep him in line, keep an eye on him. He placed a soft hand on Daniel's arm that had been bandaged as he sighed heavily, At least they know someone loves them somewhere. The immortal mused. He had no family now. No one. Just him. Made him wonder about her, how old she was. How long she'd been on this earth like him.

Their eyes locked as she introduced herself, and then her actual name. Nodding politely, Christian bowed his head towards the woman, never forgetting his manners, "Christian Isaac Bauer."[/color] a small smirk coiled along his lips, Christian Nikolai Elias. So her name was definitely older, he figured easily over a few hundred years old. Definitely not as old as him, but definitely up there. Jerking his head up, Christian's attention snapped towards one of the guys he drilled with, who snapped, "What the hell are you doing here? There's a war going on out there!" He of course, had been shot in the leg it seemed, and it didn't look too good. Christian's attention shifted to Mystique, and then back to the guy and spoke, "I'm helping out in here. Helping knock men like you out so you do not need to suffer while they fix you."[/color] he commented, running a hand through his hair, "I must go Mystique..."[/color] his hand found hers and he spoke, "I will return to you before the day is out. I want to speak with you."[/color] Giving her a soft grin, Christian then headed back out to aid fellow soldiers.

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It was May 22nd...and Christian couldn't be more relieved. The soldiers and everyone who had survived were returning home while the higher-ranked officials told family members of those who died. He had only eyes out for one person though. The other Immortal, the nurse. Mystique. Suddenly spotting her, and recognizing her aura and thoughts, Christian eagerly headed over to her, shaggy hair brushed back out of his face so he could work properly returning home, as he approached Mystique, as they seemed to have finished up and were going to go home, Christian, just dirty, and unharmed eyed her gently, "Bonjour, Mystique."[/color] he greeted her gently, taking her hand and giving her a gentle kiss on the top of her hand, glad to see she was unharmed. Well of course - she was immortal like him after all. I'm relieved to see you're well... His eyes landed on Daniel, who had stayed with them and he recovered quite well. The young male grinned towards Christian, "Isaac! I'm going home! I will send for you, no?" Christian grinned and nodded, "God's speed Daniel."[/color] Blue eyes locked onto Mystique once more before he spoke, "What can I do to help?"[/color]


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[mystique]

Mystique just laughed at his response, raising an eyebrow, taking note of his grin. She also took note of the shock that she spoke French and that only made her smirk. Then, the young injured shoulder stirred, looking between them and winking at her. She just smirked a bit, blushing, and whispered, “Daniel, you must rest, I promise I’ll be here when you wake up.” She just was flirting slightly, but that was just who she was. She realized her hand was in his and she could feel Daniel’s slightly tighten on hers. She could feel him grinning towards her and watching her and it only made her blush more, a smile on her lips widening. She listened to him as he compared her to him and she would agree that she was indeed here for the same reason. I suppose you’re right. Daniel seems nice though. It’s quite endearing to see two people so close around here. Just remember to keep yourself safe as well. She said, her eyes flickering from the slumbering Daniel to him. Her eyes contained some sort of worry for him and she felt some sort of concern. She rarely talked to anyone that came in and there was something about him that she knew would stick with her every time that he left.

Mystique whispered in French, “C'est un plaisir de vous rencontrer.” (it’s a pleasure to meet you). She heard his thoughts about her age and she just shook her head. You know better than to be curious about the age of such an old lady as I. She teased as she laughed, then watching him talk with one of the other captains. He said the he must go and she felt her heart drop. “Soyez prudent.” (Be careful). She said as she felt his thin, warm fingers take hers in and was surprised by him desiring to speak with her later. He watched his grin and just could not help but return one of her own. I’m 1968 years old, by the way. She simply added knowing that she might as well tell him eventually because she had a feeling he was around her age, if not older. She definitely was curious of what he would speak with her about, but she figured it would be a good time either way.

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Mystique sighed happily as everything was being cleaned up and she was just about to head back to her tent to pack everything away. The weeks that passed had been great and horrible at the same time. Many people died, but that was expected, at the same time, she met Christian who she knew would eventually be leaving and they would be moving on. Then, she met the gaze of a man who was staring at her and a smile rose to her lips, “Bonjour,” she responded, smiling more as he took her hand in his. She looked at Daniel who caught up with them and she had grown to become friends with him as well, but right now she just wanted to talk with Christian. She just looked into his eyes, obviously something important on her mind as she just slipped a hand into his a she passed and she whispered to him. “Excuse us Daniel, I must talk with Christian for a while.” She said softly as she just led him towards her tent and just let them both inside. Both of them had grown quite fond of each other, to the point she would miss him for quite a while.

She just walked over to her bed and just let his hand go, her aura changing to something painful, yet curious. She began packing things into her bag as she just kept quiet for the time being. “I hate goodbyes,” She whispered as she turned back to him. “I’m afraid I might never see you again, Christian,” she said, her eyes glossy as she never really cried, but something told her she cold. She turned back as she grasped an envelope with a letter concealed as she handed it to him. “Don’t read it until you’re on your way back,” she said softly as she just sighed softly, her eyes resting on him as she let the distance just rest between them. She did care for him more than she should and she was not sure what exactly it was she felt, but all she wanted was to take it by full grasp and just bring it with her. There was a long silent moment that passed between them.

She turned away from him before just looking down, a single tear rolling down her porcelain skin before she turned around, running and slipping her arms around her neck, pulling his head down towards her and kissing him. For the past few weeks, she desired to kiss him and finally she was just before they left. Christian had been such a gentleman to her and she wondered if he felt anything, but if he did, she would discover that right now. She was on her tip toes as she kissed him, her kiss a bit deep, but gentle at the same time.

[dream2]

The Immortal narrowed his eyes lightly towards Daniel, patting his arm gently, giving him a gentle look, telling him he'd better behave himself while he healed. Wrinkling his nose slightly, the immortal lifted his eyes when Mystique spoke to him through their own thoughts when she mentioned about them. He is nice. But he's young. I'm attempting to keep him alive as best I can through this. His older brother's on the Confederate side, so I think he's starting to put me in that place his older brother was. Christian mused, stretching his torso slightly. Though the moment she mentioned her age to him, Christian grinned softly. He told himself that he would take care of Daniel, and then he would tell Mystique how old he actually was. Most of the time he pulled being 23-24ish, so he didn't need to worry about it all that much. Being that age he could do whatever he wanted, not being 18 like Daniel, who could only vote and not do much else. Unless he drank and broke the law, but Christian kept Daniel in line. He made sure he kept his head on straight.

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Being led inside Mystique's tent, Christian felt as if the rest of the world didn't matter at that point in time. It was just him and her in there. Curiosity peaked as he watched her aura carefully. Hearing her speak, whispering about hating goodbyes, Christian took a swift step towards her the moment she turned around, admitting her feelings and not seeing him again. Looking down to the ground for a moment before lifting his eyes to meet hers, Christian spoke, "Who said this would be a goodbye?"

[/color] He quirked an eyebrow, then sighed and mused, "I...haven't told you how old I am."[/color] the immortal then added quickly, getting it out of the way, I'm a little over 2,200 years old. He just rounded, since he'd prefer not to add on the extra half-century, as he was already about 300 or so years older than Mystique herself. Closing the space between them, surprise came on his features when Mystique handed him a letter and told him not to open it till he was on his way back to Boston. Giving her a light look as if to say he'd open it as soon as she was out of his sight, Christian spoke, "We will see each other again."[/color] he reassured both her and himself.

The soldier took a step towards her when she had turned back around, but he didn't need to worry about that. In the next moment Mystique's arms were around him, coiled around him and he was surprised to find his arms also - if not instinctively - curl around her, drawing her closer, and then her lips pressed to his. Christian felt a pleasant chills down his spine, claiming his nerves for a brief moment before he was actually able to react. The Immortal eagerly returned the kiss, as it felt right. He'd wanted to do it since the first day they met, but he had a battle to follow, other soldiers to help out and protect. Make sure they stayed alive. Mystique had had patients to tend to, to keep the injured soldiers alive. Only after a few moments did Christian finally hesitate from the kiss, eyes filled with both concern and yet a small glimmer of hope. "I do not want to leave here, without you."[/color] he spoke, more like blurted, "I do not want to have to wait to see you again after today."[/color] He tilted his head slightly, he cared for the other immortal, the nurse more than anyone should, and he was painfully aware of Daniel's thoughts around them, the younger male waiting for Christian it seemed before they returned to Boston. Christian hesitated, and spoke, raising one of his hands, and brushed his fingers lightly, carefully along her jawline, Mystique was so - powerful, passionate. She cared about others, she took action, and certainly wasn't afraid to voice her own thoughts. Something Christian admired as most women tended not to do that much anymore. "I give you my word, Mystique. I will come back for you."[/color] Christian promised, eyes locked with hers. He wouldn't just walk away, but he did need to get Daniel to Boston, and see what was going on with the younger male. "I will find you, Mystique."[/color] he vowed, allowing her name to slip off his tongue like silk.


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[mystique]

Mystique listened to his words as she had not expected him to say that, but how would they meet? The chance of them meeting again just seemed to be nearly impossible right now. They would continue to fight in the same war, but what happened if she got placed somewhere else? It made her chest ache like it never had. She wanted to ask him if he promised, but now days promises were never kept and she heard his thoughts about him being 2,200 years old. She smiled weakly as she just shook her head and smiled. She felt like she had found her soulmate and she could not describe this, but it was as if they were destined for each other. Then again, maybe that could change, but she saw this being something that lasted much longer. He simply said that they would see each other again, bringing her to just look up into his eyes. Everything about Christian seemed promising and she was suddenly afraid that if this does not work out, will she always be stuck on him? She just wanted to come with him.

The kiss had comforted for merely a moment, bringing them closer for only a second. She felt tears build in her eyes as she smiled softly. Mystique knew that Daniel was waiting for him and it made her feel like their time was running out. “Then don’t leave without me,” she simply said after all of what he said, their eyes on each other. She knew he had to go with Daniel, just for now, but how long was that? She felt his fingers slide along her jawline as she held back tears. “How will you know to find me?” She asked him, knowing that he was also an immortal, but unlike a vampire that also lived forever, it might be a bit hard to track her down, but he could ask either her now or the people that controlled your way back home. She just kissed him gently on the lips before backing away, wanting him to go before she could beg him to take her now.

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Mystique was sitting pretzel style as she had a sketchbook in hand, her eyes glancing up between her sketchbook and the waterfall every few moments. She was at the waterfall for the lost princess, it being about September 22, 1864. She just needed to capture the quick movements of the water as it gracefully fell and then collided with the water below. Mystique always drew whenever she needed to calm herself and this was one of those times. It had been four months since Christian had promised he would find her and now she lost hope for this. She was left with an empty heart and empty arms which she had pictured herself throwing around him for weeks. She had not moved on obviously, not like she should have and now she was not sure what to do other than move on. She forced her hands to continue to work to keep her focused on something else, but her attempt was not working very well.

Mystique felt tears glide down her cheek bone as she whispered, “Tu me manques.” (I miss you). She was afraid to let go of him, to make a step towards another relationship to replace one that seemed impossible to replace. The hole in her heart was larger than ever and it would take someone nearly identical to fill it, or so she thought. She did not want to but maybe it was time to move on. She was not sure if four months was enough time to give him to find her. He had never given her an amount of time he would see her within. She would have waited positively for him if he had given her a date, but he probably could not have at the time. All she did was let herself cry for the time being some of the tears dripping onto her art.

Her heart was pounding like crazy after she thought about everything. She leaned against the rocks that surrounded the waterfall. She just closed her eyes, trying to remember the past of what he said. Then she heard his voice and opened her eyes immediately, looking to her right and seeing no one. Her eyebrows furrowed. Was she daydreaming that? She just felt herself only grow more sad by what she thought was his voice.

[dream2]

He had his ways. He had resources, plus Christian had a vampire who owed him a few favors. This one favor he was cashing in on, help him narrow down to a decent-sized area where Mystique could be. It had been months, and Christian had felt guilty, horrible. But it was when they had returned to Boston that things got unruly, especially as Daniel's older brother had come up from the South and taunted Daniel. Christian of course had stepped in and defended Daniel who was still healing. Needless to say he did not think much of Daniel's older brother. Having said good-bye to Daniel, telling him he may or may not see him again, they had a good, long goodbye before Christian set off to a small town outside of Boston and searched for the vampire he knew who could help him track down Mystique by her scent. The woman gave him a taut look, "Must I? I might become jealous of her you know." Giving her a look, Christian spoke, "I have a letter from her, no one else has touched it besides her and me. So just ignore my scent and at least get me moderately close enough and I will go from there."

[/color] The woman sighed and then inhaled deeply a part of the note, before handing it back to Christian and they were on their way. Taking horses, it took them awhile to get there, but they did, and upon the vampire waving goodbye, Christian remained on the loyal gelding, who flicked his tail eagerly, ears flicking around in this town. Manuka. Patting the gelding on his nape, he urged him forward, "Let's go you brute."[/color]

He snorted and tossed his head, as Christian then pulled him over to a spot where he could tie him up. Wrapping reins around a pole, Christian patted him gently, before heading into the little park area where the waterfall was. In his pocket was the note she had given him, the note he had never let out of his sight. Never let anyone else touch it besides him. After all these months he could vividly remember Mystique's face, her scent, everything about her. He couldn't believe himself it had taken him this long, but he had had things he needed to take care of in Boston first. Approaching the area quietly, his boots moderate sounds on the ground. It pained him to think he had made her wait this long. Idiot, he cursed himself. Why didn't he send her a telegram? Moron. He swore at himself as he approached this area Maria had told him she believed she should be in. Sighing softly, Christian though had looked for her all around Virginia and Massachusetts for a good few weeks, but he had no luck. Now though, having finally gotten a vampire to help him narrow down the city at least, his hopes rose a little higher.

Stuffing one hand into the pocket on his pants, the immortal walked aimlessly around the garden, taking in the sights and plucking a flower that caught his eye. Holding it tenderly in his fingers, fingers that had just played the piano a few days ago for a party, Christian heaved a heavy, anxious sigh. Would Mystique have given up and moved onto someone else? God he hoped not, or else he wouldn't be a very good person to that other guy. He'd most likely give him hell. Christian stopped suddenly when his eyes landed on a brunette sitting down near the water. He gulped, and narrowed his eyes at her aura. He quickly tuned in to her worried thoughts, and he remained stopped, paused. It was Mystique. Right there, as bright and as alive as she had been the very day they had parted. Hesitating, Christian spoke, allowing her telepathy to pick up on it as well, "Mystique..."[/color] He approached her with faster footsteps, wanting to close the space between them. The moment Mystique had stood up, Christian had his arms around her, holding her close. It was a moment he didn't want to forget, being able to hold Mystique once more, to be with her. Burrowing his face into her shoulder and neck after a few moments, Christian spoke, "I'm so sorry it took me this long to find you."[/color]


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[mystique]

The moment Mystique had risen to her feet, tears sliding down her pale face as she just was caught off guard by Christian, shock running through her, her body having stiffened. So she had heard him? She just felt the tears continue to come silently as she felt his face in her shoulder and neck. She pulled away from him and looked at him, slapping across the face. “You made me wait four months! I almost..” She acted like she was about to slap him again, just slowly slipping her arms around his neck and crying into his chest. Her hand stung from her slap, as she just held tightly onto his shirt, pain shooting through her chest. She just kept her head there before looking up at him, tears having stopped, just staring into his eyes. “I almost told myself to move on,” she said as she was mad at him and happy to see him at the same time. She hoped he would never leave like this again to be stuck without him. Her heart was pounding, but slowing down as she slowly relaxed.

“I love you,” she said as she leaned up and kissed him, her hands slipping into his hair. She wanted to ask why and to know the reason he never sought her out for four months, but she knew it could wait. She had missed him more than anyone could ever tell. She did love him and she had not said it before they left, but now she had. She had fallen for him fast, but there was time in between that she came to realize this. Maybe it was very quick, but love does not have a time minimum to blossom nor a maximum, so who was one to judge when love formed between two people. The only thing was that maybe he did not quite feel the same way about her, but then why was he seeking her out after all this time? That was when she pulled away from the kiss, her arms still gently hanging from his neck as she just gazed up into him.

“Christian Nikolai Elias, if you ever do that again to me, I might have to hurt you,” she said a bit teasingly as she laughed, even though she was partially serious. Her hand ran through his hair gently, missing everything about him. She missed the wildness of his hair, the liveliness of his personality, the charming part, and so much more. She wondered if they ever would let go from each other like this because she did not know if she could as though he might fly away from her at an instant. She was not a worrisome person except when it came to love and the people she cared most about. All she wanted was to remain with him as long as she could, hoping maybe it would turn into something.

Her curly brown hair fell in her face as she just looked down momentarily, pulling away from him and slipping her small fingers through his. She was rather small compared to him as she just looked up at him, feeling so short and wondering if she was the right one for him. That was part of every relationship though, but maybe this would be the start of something new and permanent. She knew that was way ahead of where they were, but she honestly did not care. She wanted love to take her anywhere and everywhere that was natural and meant to be.

[dream2]

Having Mystique in his arms felt right, like it had when they had been able to weasel some time together during the multiple weeks the battle had taken place. Christian had enjoyed being with Mystique when they got their opportunities, and he wouldn't have it any other way. The Immortal tilted his head slightly before wrinkling his nose after her hand stung him, and he gave her a look that read, 'was that necessary?' to his bruised ego. But no worries, his ego was resilient. The immortal sighed, "And I'm sorry I did that to you, Mysty, I promise I won't make you wait for me again."

[/color] Christian promised, giving her his word before the brunette then spoke, confessing that she loved him. She loved him? The realization struck a cord in the immortal, but he wasn't able to fully allow it to sink in before her lips met his, immediately halting all of his brain activity. It happened like that every time they touched, a chill down his spine and his breath hitched. He did eagerly return the kiss though, he had missed her these four months, and they had stretched on and on before the days just started to blend together. "I don't think I would have allowed the man you were with to be very happy."[/color] Christian admitted, a faint smirk plastering itself over his lips, revealing the slight scar that looked like a dimple almost, that he had for centuries appear. Running a hand patiently, calmly through her curls, he mused gently, "I love you, Mystique. I couldn't stop thinking about you."[/color]

Feeling her hands around his neck, Christian's own hands coiled around Mystique's waist, drawing her close, closing the already minute space between them anymore if there happened to be any space between them as it was. He paused slightly upon hearing her say his full original name - well - mostly original, he hadn't told her his actual birth name as he knew it would make him stick out more than Christian would. Grinning boyishly, Christian mused, casually spinning the two of them, and upon drawing Mystique out in a eloquent dance move, he brought her back and reassured her, "I shall not provoke that then."[/color] he kissed the top of her hand, before his arms snaked themselves around her once more like a python holding its prey. He enjoyed having Mystique in his arms, it felt natural, easy. Yes, definitely, easy, he didn't need to pretend to be a child from immigrants to this country, she could know his original birthday - though he didn't even really know, he just knew it was in the summer time sometime, like July or August. Who cared, it was one of those months. Quirking an eyebrow, the male heard her worried thoughts as she had drawn herself away, though their fingers were still intertwined, keeping them connected in a simple, yet powerful way.

Christian chuckled softly towards Mystique, as he allowed a soft grin to spread onto his features, he spoke gently, soothingly, "Come now, Mystique. Don't go worrying yourself so much. I don't even need to be able to hear your loudest thoughts to know that."[/color] His arm wrapped around her waist as he gave her a gentle kiss on the side of her head, her sweet shampoo smell overwhelming his nostrils for the time being. Pausing, Christian inquired, "Care to join me for awhile?"[/color] he inquired, gesturing to a bench that happened to be there, his hand still intertwined with hers, bringing Mystique with him, allowing her to sit where-ever she pleased, even if it happened to be him, Christian mused gently, toying lazily with a piece of her hair, a habit he had discovered he had done back with Camila as well, "Where were you born?"[/color] It was simple things like that they hadn't had much time for during the battle. Now, now though...they had all the time they could possibly need or want together. Running his thumb gently along the top of her hand, Christian then spoke, "I surely hope I am not being too brash when I ask this, but I was wondering if you'd like to go to a party with me. A friend of mine is having it in Washington, D.C. and invited me, I would love it if you went, if you would like to go."[/color]


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[mystique]

Mystique listened to his words as she smiled, happy to hear he would never do that to her again and hoping he would keep that very same promise. She loved the nickname he had given to her, not really noticing how much he called her that until now. Their kiss made her heart thud against her chest as she smirked, having caught him by surprised before he finally returned the same kiss. She raised an eyebrow as he talked about that if she had been in a relationship, he might basically ruined us. It was understandable though because she pictured herself attacking any woman that attempted to claim Christian. “I’d imagine so dear,” she said as she just wondered what would have happened if she had found someone else and then fell in love with them. What would have happened if he came along? She was not a very forgiving person, but she could never picture herself hating Christian if he harmed or killed the person she loved. She gazed at his smirk, watching the scar that showed, just a small little thing as she leaned in and kissed him there gently. She felt his hair run through her curls and all she could do was smile. His words only made her smile wider as she just kissed him once more, just a bit more gently this time.

When he pulled her flush against him, it was as if the air in her lungs escaped her lips in one gasp. He was full of the charming part that she always loved as they danced for merely a moment, tipping her head back, her hair falling behind her before she was brought back, a smile on her lips. There it was again, the small kiss on her hand that made her only miss him that much more. Ever since they first met, she had gotten used to that as if it was rather natural. She loved being close to him like some type of drug that she could never get enough of and she could hear his thoughts about his name and birth date and honestly thought they were just small, unimportant details. You could make a name of your own and your birth date just marked the beginning of your life as long as you lived. Then, she knew he heard her thought as he continued to speak. He was right that she ought not to worry too much about everything, but just rather enjoy how much time she was spending with him right now.

“Of course,” she said as he guided her to a bench, smiling as she took his lap, her small frame leaning against his chest as she listened to him while she crossed her legs. “Lyon, France. What about you?” She said, knowing now that he would know that she was fully a French woman, wondering if this would be a surprise to him. She appreciated this, just having small talk of the things they both wanted to share months ago, but never could. She had one arm around his neck, her other hand in his as she felt his thumb gently brush over her skin. She gazed at him at his question and gently kissed him once again, a smile on her lips. “I’d love to,” she said, rather pleased that they could now spend this time together. She knew that her past was one of the things he would be touching on and she would trust him with every bit of it if he wanted, but she had never told a soul about her past. It did not really hurt to think about it now as much as it made the coldness of her exist. As you could say, it brought the evil into her, the vengeful part of her. Mystique knew that he might end up seeing that if he knew her long enough, but she hoped in a way that he would not judge her for it.

[dream2]

He was partially glad Mystique hadn't seemed too surprised when he confessed he probably wouldn't have allowed the other man with Mystique to be very happy. No, certainly not. Not without a fight. He of course would drop it the moment Mystique asked him to, but not a moment sooner. Christian could hear her thoughts tumbling around, as his were probably doing just about the same thing for her. He chuckled softly at her light words, as he then consciously felt her trace over his scar. It felt odd for someone else rather than him touching it, as most people took it for a dimple due to it really bringing itself out only when he smiled. Feeling her soft lips on that spot sent a pleasant chill down his spine once more, also causing his breath to his and his heart to thump painfully it felt like. If she only knew what that had caused to happen to him, if she did, she had to get a sick twist out of it. But so far it didn't seem like she did know what it did. Their lips met once more and the male happily returned the kiss, but just as light, certainly not pushing Mystique too far, only as far as she initiated it to go. He was certainly not worrying about much else besides Mystique at this point in time. She was purely just here, and he was just purely content with having her right here with him, in this wonderful mid-morning. It left them plenty of time for the little gathering later tonight if Mystique desired to attend it, as Christian had a friend in town who would allow him to be able to borrow a suit from him to wear to this bloody thing. Though most likely his friend would attempt to make him wear some of the medals he'd received in this Civil War, a war he found ridiculous, but it was what the governments decided. He didn't care, he just wanted to get by without becoming a lab rat.

Tuning in as they sat down, Mystique sitting on his lap, Christian's attention remained locked on the beautiful brunette with him. Hearing her sweet words, he then grinned as she mentioned her birth place. It was where a recent friend had been born, a recent shapeshifter friend that it. Nodding, Christian then responded to her inquiry about his own birth place, "Rome."

[/color] Simple enough, everyone knew where Rome was, didn't they? Well, everyone certainly knew where cities like London were, but Rome? Most likely, or at least more "cultured" ones like Mystique he could imagine. Relaxing with her there, one arm curled around her, the other had his thumb gently stroking the back of her as the two sat there, the water cascading softly in the background. It was....wonderful. Christian closed his eyes for a brief moment to absorb it before he then heard her begin to think. Think about her past. About sharing it with him. Lifting his head from having been relaxing it on top of her curls, he mused, "Share with me what you want to share, Mysty."[/color] he mused softly, his voice smooth as silk. He of course didn't care if she shared every minute of her past with him or just one thing about her past. The past was the past in his opinion, though it did matter to him, there were some things he'd much prefer to forget about rather than dwell on if he could avoid it.

Grinning when she responded, he commented, "Riveting though..."[/color] an amused smile fell on his face, "It's tonight...."[/color] he smiled sheepishly, and added, "I'm here till you send me away or I'm needed somewhere, Mystique."[/color] Basically he said pretty much he was all hers till either she needed him to leave, or someone else needed him, like Daniel. But only for emergencies, life and death he had told the soon-to-be-turning 19-year-old. Daniel had only grinned and wished Christian luck, then he remembered, "Oh, and Daniel says hi."[/color] he chuckled softly, shifting gently, allowing Mysitque to be more comfortable if she happened not to be for a few moments. Christian brushed his fingers gently along her jawline before he then kissed her cheek gently, allowing his lips to linger there for a moment longer than probably necessary before he then grinned innocently towards Mystique, "I do hope that I won't need to leave your side too much tonight, so I will ask this now just to make sure, will you dance with me, Mystique?"[/color] he grinned impishly, not wanting another male to dance with her if he could help it.

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[mystique]

Mystique listened to his thoughts as she just touched his scar gently, coming over to kiss him on the lips over and over with a smile on her lips. “You know, I never dated anyone and I did not even consider it until today, but seems you have perfect timing love,” she said softly, having caught the tail end of his thoughts, a smirk on her lips, “What can I get a sick twist out of dear?” She asked him teasingly, a innocent expression plastered on her face as she just looked at him. There was something she had saved to wear to a special occasion, her eyes slipping over to the waterfall as she thought about it for moment, debating to wear it tonight. Then he stated from where he once came and it made her look back at him. “Rommmmmmmeeee,” the words rolled off her tongue in complete silk and envy as she looked at him. She watched as the water plummeted down into the bed of water below, clearing her head of everything. This waterfall always had a way of doing that to her and forget the things of life just for a mere moment. That’s when she saw her sketchbook, a bit of frustration flooding through her as she realized she had dropped it so carelessly. She would leave it until later, but she realized that she had never finished her sketch of the waterfall. She would have to return to doing that much later, but for now she just heard his words, looking at him. “I will share my past with you. One day, I promise. It’s just a very long story,” she said, her tone a reminiscing one.

She could not help but smile when he smiled so much at her, gasping as he said it was tonight, “So soon, but that will be perfect,” she said as she noted her little moment of dramatics and smirked. “I do not know if I could send you away, not without myself at your side, but surely we both need to get ready for tonight,” she said, as she heard his thoughts about Daniel, her eyebrows furrowing. She laughed as Daniel said hi and she subtly remembered the patient in the bed winking at her. “Well, when you see him again, say hello for me. How is he doing though? Surely not into any trouble?” She asked him as he shifted, being quite comfortable where she was, she just allowed him to be more comfortable. Part of her cared for Daniel as a friend because during the time she was nursing him to health, they talked. When he kissed her cheek while brushing his fingers along her jaw line, he did not move and she smirked, giving him a look.

His next question made her sit up tall, her arms crossed. “Hmm, I don’t know, that might be a very tough thing to do for you. It might cost you,” she said, just looking over at him, attempting not to smile. “What is it with all these questions that you don’t think I would say yes to, hmm? Stop being such a gentleman,” She whispered softly as she turned more to face him, kissing him deeply for just a moment before pulling away, nipping at his lower lip, tugging gently before stopping as her arms slipped around his neck, her chest flush against his as she just kissed on either side of his mouth. “I will belong to you and no other man can take that,” she said, gazing into his eyes as she lifted a hand, pushing his hair back slightly, running her slim fingers through his hair. “Je le promets.” (I promise). She said so easily and knew she would hold up her end of this promise. He already had a place in her heart that continued to build with each moment. French was her natural language and she could not help but love speaking it with someone who would understand her. “You’re so…” she said as she thought perfect. “I don’t know if it’s a good thing or a bad thing yet,” she said teasingly and was slightly serious at the same time, but she was not sure if he would pick up on that. They both could not really hide things from each other because they could hear the other’s thoughts and in a way it was a gift because they could communicate and be unstoppable in every sticky situation except maybe with another immortal.

[dream2]

Christian grinned when Mystique spoke about him having perfect timing. Good, or else he wouldn't have been a happy immortal if he had found Mystique had gone with someone else, and that very same day too. Grinning sheepishly, he mused, "I'm particularly glad I made it. I'm sorry again, for it taking me so long."

[/color] he apologized once more. Course the moment Mystique spoke about getting a sick twist out of something, Christian sighed, and poked her forehead, "Don't you go getting into my head too much now."[/color] he teased, and shook his head, "That I will not share with you."[/color] he grinned deviously. Falling silent the immortal allowed Mystique to digest his birth place. His hometown. The place that he knew he absolutely adored and if he had to die, or would ever die, he would want to die in Rome if at all possible. Yes, that would be the best place for him to die - it was where he wanted to die if he ever would. Keeping his mind cloudy on purpose, mainly just to toy playfully with Mystique in his lap, he understood how hard it was though, to ignore the other person's thoughts with this close of a proximity. Her own thoughts swarmed around his own, meshing with them and he could fortunately distinguish them, but nonetheless he still needed to pay attention to his own thoughts as well as hers, mainly due to not wanting to begin to think something or hear something that belonged to Mystique. Seeing her look to her sketchbook and her thoughts on the drawing, Christian mused, "We can come back here tomorrow and you can finish drawing it, spend all day here if you want."[/color] he offered, meaning he could be more than happy to come here with her so she could finish what she needed to.

"Good, I like long stories."[/color] he whispered into her ear, his face merely inches from her own, enjoying the minute space that was between them. He intently listened to her words and grinned weakly, though when she brought up Daniel, Christian could vividly remember Daniel flirting with her as well, though he had probably been doing that just so the nurses wouldn't treat him like crap. A soft shrug followed her inquiry from him, telling her he was indifferent on the fact about Daniel being in trouble, mainly because Daniel had so many more problems in his life. "For now, yes. His brother is in Boston, from Georgia. He's with the Confederates, but they're both there because their father isn't doing too well. I gave him some medicine to help ease it, so he's gotten better since as long as he continues to use it."[/color] Giving Mystique's hand a gentle squeeze with his fingers, Christian became painfully aware that he then heard her speak about it costing him. Arching an eyebrow, as if about to refute that and then fight it, she suddenly spoke, grinning, causing him to grin as well. How could he not grin at that face? The immortal chuckled lightly, though was stopped short when her lips meshed with his once more. Good Lord it felt wonderful. Eagerly returning the kiss just as she had, Christian's lips lingered just in front of hers for a moment, before he pulled his head away slightly, eyes locked onto hers as she spoke about being with him, and no other man.

"Good."[/color] he mused solemnly, "Then should I not ask you anymore before I do anything?"[/color] Christian teased and winked. He settled down then, before then hearing Mystique speak, and he heard her say, well, think the word instead of say it. Tilting his head slightly, the immortal mused, "But I am only perfect in perfection's eyes."[/color] he spoke lightly, keenly watching Mystique, "Take it as what you want, I believe it to be a good thing though, I don't like the negativity in this lifetime that much."[/color] he smiled weakly, before then swiftly standing up, taking a moment as he adjusted Mystique to make her be more comfortable, holding her up in his arms. He didn't want her to have to rush to be ready, if she happened to be the type who needed plenty of time to get ready. Christian didn't want to distance himself from her too much, he just wanted to be near her at all times if he could help it. Pausing slightly, Christian kissed her swiftly, before setting her down, allowing her to get her sketchbook and the moment she was near, his arm wrapped around her waist, drew her close and into a small, eloquent dip, bringing her back up, their faces only inches apart and he suggested, "Shall we go? I have some clothes with me I can change into."[/color]

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[mystique]

“It’s alright dear. You’re here now, and that is all that matters,” Mystique spoke softly as she just smiled softly. She gaped as he said what he did, “Hey now! You dig in my head all the time,” she glared playfully at him and growled softly as she whispered, “You might regret that later once I find out.” She smirked a bit as she said that, giving him a look that said, ‘you sure you want to challenge me.’ “Can you take me there some day?” she asked him as she mused about what it must have been like. When he responded to her thoughts and nodded, saying, “Hey! I thought we just talked about not fishing in the each other’s heads mister!” She laughed as she shook her head and smirked. She was thoroughly enjoying the fact that they could spend whatever time they wanted together, her mind already on tomorrow and she just looked at him. “Really? I would love to,” she said with a wide smile, wondering if maybe tomorrow she could tell him about her past. It would indeed be a good time for her to do so. When he said he liked long stories, she felt his breath tickle her skin as tingles ran down her spine. She tried to hide the shiver there for a moment, hoping he did not notice, but she knew it was nearly inevitable because she was sitting on top of him. She just took a moment to steady herself into where she was in her thoughts.

“I might tell you tomorrow if we just have the day to ourselves,” she said, tempted to kiss him, but for once held back, just looking into his eyes. Kissing him had already become an addiction and it created an ache in her for something more. Suddenly that ache turned into a concern for Daniel, “Well, I understand if you must leave to help him. I would even come to help if you needed,” she said as she just felt his hand squeeze hers softly and then saw his reaction to her saying it might cost something, making her giggle softly. They just looked at each other as though it was an unspoken promise about her being his. He seemed to think upon it and then his next question made her shake her head, “Maybe I did not mean that. Simply, just don’t ask about everything though, like the fact that I might dance with someone else which would never be the case. Just mostly obvious stuff dearest,” she said as she considered his next words and realized how that made her look. “I..just,” she said, stopping and shaking her head not able to finish what she wanted to say. She liked being held in the next moment like that, again feeling rather small in his arms. She returned his kiss before finding her own feet. She went to go grab her sketchbook. When she returned, she gasped and smiled as he grabbed her around the waist and dipped her back before coming back up, her face close to his. “I think we shall,” she said with a smile on her lips.

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Camille stood in her room, wearing a royal blue dress, her hair partially up and some strands falling loose to her shoulders. The dress had been rather expensive, but once you lived for hundreds of years that was not much of an issue. It emphasized her small, petite frame as it hugged her torso flatteringly and poofed out slightly towards the bottom. She stood in front of a smaller mirror, just turning and looking at herself. She just turned to see Christian finally coming out, blushing suddenly, “How long have you been standing there?” She asked him and just blushed a bit more before she realized how dashing he looked in a suit. She just bit her lower lip softly as she looked up towards him.

[dream2]

The Immortal couldn't help but grin sheepishly upon Mystique calling him out on having gotten into her head, then him turning it right back on her. Winking eagerly, Christian mused, toying with a lock of her hair, "To be perfectly honest, you did it first."

[/color] he chuckled eagerly, before then he fell silent, thinking about his hometown the moment she asked him to take her there someday. Back to where it all began. Back to where he was born, where he grew up and lived, even started to build a life with a woman. Hesitating slightly, Christian cleared his throat and gave her a gentle nod, "Of course."[/color] He'd love to be able to show her where it all started. It was a beautiful city either way, and he'd be more than happy to give her a tour of that wonderful, marvelous city. "Perhaps you could show me to Lyon after Rome, so I can see your home town."[/color] he suggested, giving a light smile. At the thought of being able to spend the whole day with her, Christian knew he probably wouldn't be able to sleep tonight, not without knowing he'd have Mystique all for himself tomorrow, and he'd be all for her tomorrow. The Immortal grinned like a school-boy at that idea, before she quieted it when she then mentioned Daniel. Daniel now, had just turned 20 actually too, and he proclaimed he was a man, so therefore, Christian had told him to send for him if he needed him, it was still surprising though how someone could change so fast in 4 months. Hesitating, Christian mused, "That's so very kind, Mysty. Though, I hate to say it, I will need to begin to...distance myself from him."[/color]

He didn't need to explain, he knew Mystique would understand why. It just came with being what they were, having to actually say goodbye. He had done it before, why should it be any different this time? That's right - it wouldn't be. Christian would just need to "die" in a battle or just leave and not come back. But he'd given Daniel his word this time he would. Next time though, he wasn't sure, as he was supposed to be 25 now, to that town in Boston, which would mean soon he should probably start looking for another place. It looked like he found it. With Mystique. Perhaps he could move here with her, or if she had to, they could just go to their new city together. Smiling softly at the thought of that, Christian didn't mind if Mystique caught that from his head. Upon hearing her attempt to explain what she had meant, the male laughed lightly, and kissed the side of her head gently, "Don't fret, beau. I know exactly what you mean."[/color] And he did. He got it, but he would still most likely do it anyway. It was how he had been raised, and they were typically socially accepted these days, it paid to have manners, helped put up the facade that he had an education. Had money. Not that he didn't have either of those, but he wanted to mold himself into society and go as unnoticed as possible if he could help it.

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Suits weren't the most comfortable things to wear, but he could only imagine how those corsets on women could feel. No thanks. Fixing his jacket and tie, he scowled slightly at the mirror, well - himself in the mirror before finishing up tying his shoes as he headed to where Mystique had disappeared not too long ago. Having brushed his hair and fixed it to be neater, clean, the Immortal leaned against the doorway keenly, watching her silently. His mind was calm, therefore she wouldn't be able to sense him. Crossing his arms lightly, Christian grinned deviously when he seemed to have startled her. He couldn't resist. My, she was absolutely gorgeous, breath-taking. Approaching her, he mused, "Not horribly long."[/color] Swiftly approaching the beautiful woman, his arms coiled around her as he calmly spun them, drawing her close as he did, careful not to ruin her dress, "You look ravishing."[/color] he commented, "Stunning, and a few other synonyms."[/color] Christian grinned lightly, before brushing back a bit of her hair before happily capturing her lips with his for a few brief, passionate moments. Sealing it with a token of their love, he then pulled back only after a few moments, and inquired, "Are you ready to go, beau?"[/color]

Personally he was exited to see how this party went. He got to spend time with Mystique and see a friend. How horrible could it go? Course he figured Mystique would look good no matter what, clothes or no clothes, but he knew she was stunning either way. Feeling like the luckiest man alive, Christian gently wrapped an arm around her waist, keeping her close and kissing her cheek gently. Before they left, Christian stopped Mystique in her hall, pressing her body to the wall, as he scanned over her gently, and inquired lightly, making sure he did have her attention, "What would you like to do after this, beau? Go for a walk perhaps?"[/color] Blue-green eyes scanned over her features lazily it appeared, though he was keenly paying attention to her at all times, remaining there with her, the minute space between them hardly existent now. The Immortal allowed her to answer and react, before he then pulled away, offering her his hand politely, and when she took his hand, he placed his lips on the top of her hand, just as he had done when they first met, "I feel honored to be able to have you with me at this party."[/color] He commented, "Though if I may ask..."[/color] A small smirk coiled on his lips, as they walked to the nearby mansion the party would take place, "What may I do if someone asks you to dance? Or would you prefer I say nothing?"[/color]


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WORDS! eh, enough. <3
STATUS! complete
TAGS! camille!
NOTES! oh snap XD
OUTFIT! click for crazy hair and blue eyes o.o
INSPIRATION! The Killers
CREDITS! Template Byarro @ Caution!
Pic By
gaspard ulliel of course, and some photographer :3
LYRICS! Mr Brightside by The Killers
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