Spell -Jackson-

[mystique]

Again his thoughts seemed to grab her attention almost like a fog horn blowing right in her ear. It was not the part about the fact that Jackson would be interested about the inner workings of being an immortal which she found rather expected, but it was the fact that he was considering what type of relationship they ought to share. There were again two sides to him, one arguing for him to forget what moral laws he had written in his mind, where as there was one reminding him that everything must have an order. She preferably liked to go with the flow of everything and figure out things as they came. There was no use wasting a large amount of energy over something you could not fix, but this was something more to him, and to her even. She had to admit to herself that she was considering this as well, but they both seemed to come to the conclusion that they had to go slower than this seemed to be going. She had been horrible lately, making choices she should not which had led to one night of sex and she was left dealing with the after effects of wondering if it would be something more. She did not want to bring the same mess she was digging herself out from into her friendship with Jackson. Everything was kind of up in the air as of right now and she just shook her head slowly and smirked slightly.

Mystique listened to his troubled and tiring thoughts over Camille, as she just studied him, concerned about him more or less, but she did not want to do anything other than listen right now. She knew that is what Jackson had come for, was intelligent, yet slightly caring company. Now her mind lingered on the thoughts about them possibly having more than a friendship, and she was unsure if she wanted to get involved with someone who was still in love with another woman, especially when she heard that person’s mind containing thoughts of them. She just smiled sadly as she looked down into her wine and she just then thought about herself right now. Wasn’t she in the same position? Why was she being a hypocrite when she had considered the same thing? She just sighed softly releasing the first few sign over the fact that this bothered her, but she wanted something more, so perhaps she ought to remain silent about how she felt over this. Nothing was set in stone either so she knew that she had to trust time and Jackson himself to communicate with her what road she ought to follow. She was partially just nervous that he would end up like Christian and they would have to depart in their relationship simply because of an old lover. She just recalled his thoughts and now realized that he was nothing like Christian and a new confidence was manifesting within her.

Jackson seemed to appreciate the fact that she was not judging Camille in a manner too harsh, that it had logic and thought behind it. She did want to respect his situation and even more so a woman she had never met, therefore, making this far out of her position to judge. Jackson seemed to follow her and then when they considered the wine, she watched him, finding his taste again satisfying her, as she smiled. “You have quite a palette, beau,” she said, a slightly French accent flooding her tone at the small term of endearment ending her compliment. She smirked as he found a term of endearment for her as well. Then they walked back up and he was sitting on the railing and he was just drinking out of the bottle offering her some. She raised an eyebrow and laughed before coming over and taking it and drinking out of it, one hand resting on her hip. His words made her laugh again as she stood in front of him, “Now, Mr. Bedard, you must remember what type of lady I am,” she said and still held the bottle in her hand, her words slurring slightly as she laughed and she just felt the alcohol taking more of an effect, her actions becoming a bit quaint now in her memory.

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[jackson]

Though he couldn't sympathize with Mystique's current problems, he had certainly had his fair share of issues recently. There was no end to his woes. It seemed that when one problem ended, another came up. And it had all began and ended with Camille Sanders. How one person could so drastically change another person's life in the course of a few months he would never know. It was very slightly impressive, really. Not even his own parents had been able to put so much as an imprint on his life. Sure, seeing his mother having killed herself was a bit... traumatic. But after reflecting upon it, it wasn't shocking. And watching his father writhe and scream, his skin melting off of his body like butter, well, that was something he had thoroughly prepared himself for. After them, the only other person who had come close to impacting his life was Aurelia with her permanent scars, reminding him of the fool he was. Reminding him never to give in to a moment of weakness. But even Aurelia who he had something of a soft spot for now, even she would be nothing more than a speed bump. Camille had turned his life upside down. But why? How?

Regardless of how it had happened, it had happened. And now, he was still picking up the pieces. He might still be doing so for quite some time. But he had established their relationship. Camille would always be loved. True and honest love never really goes away. If it doesn't, it wasn't love at all, but merely a representation of it. Yes, he would always love Camille. This much was true. But lusting after her, wanting to be nearer to her, these would fade with time. They always did. And all that would be left is the love that they shared. A platonic love. A thing of permanence. And he would move on. After all, he had such a soft spot for romance. It was a fantasy, a thing of beauty that he hadn't had the luxury of growing up around. He had his qualms regarding the war. And he was, for the most part, rude to humans and those of another faction as a result. But women, no matter their alliances, he had always been kinder to. Even the human ones. They did not receive the respect they deserved but he had always treated females with a polite coldness in that case. He would not be his father. Not in the least.

This was not the time for such dark thoughts, however. The alcohol was doing its job, weakening his resolve bit by bit, bringing his mind back out into lighter situations. And Mystique was beginning to look even more ravishing as the time passed. Of course, Jackson had no idea how this was at all possible; the woman was beauty incarnate from what he could tell before hand. But being that his libido was increasing drastically by the effects of the wine, his attraction to her was growing tenfold. He laughed as she took the bottle and drank from it freely. She remarked on the type of lady that she was and they both laughed together. Reaching toward her, he grabbed her free hand, dragging her closer with another chuckle. Looking into her eyes, he half smiled at her in a sly sort of way, clumsily lacing his fingers in between her own; he felt so incredibly comfortable in her presence. "Hm, my mind's gone a bit fuzzy, darling. You're going to have to remind me what kind of lady you are. Just one more time. I'll remember this time around, I promise.'

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[mystique]

Mystique was dealing with a certain pain right now, and Jackson’s thoughts of Camille were no longer concerning her mind. Her mind had shifted back to Christian and all the consequences that now were attacking her emotionally. She just finally looked away from him just contained in her thoughts over him. Her heart felt almost painful to beat when she thought of Christian still, but she knew this was done, that they could never exist to be something more than friends. The idea of friendship was even slightly questionable until she was able to grab the hold over the emotions she felt. She wanted to deal with this, but part of her wanted to completely ignore how she was feeling about Christian. Part of her was entirely exhausted by their entire relationship, from the very first time they met to this moment. She found herself again trying to distract her thoughts by listening to those of Jackson’s as her eyes flickered back to his.

They still rested on Camille, but were transitioning into what he acted like towards different groups of people. His thoughts were harsh, but they were blunt in a sense and she had a feeling that his father was what Jackson was but far more of one who abused his woman. Not in the sense that he would hit them, but simply have sex with them and toss them to the side. It made her realize how much more of a gentleman he was than he gave himself credit for as she just wanted to approach him. As the night went on, she found herself losing focus of his thoughts and his aura and only feeding off of what his actions were. She found herself being guided again and again closer to him as he grabbed her hand and tugged her towards him. She was rather close, only an inch of space between them as she held the bottle of the wine by the neck. She only returned his smiled she felt his fingers intertwine with hers.

The temptation was at its strongest as she just closed the space between them, smirking at his words, just simply repeating her words, “Elegant and a woman of va…” She said, her lips hovering over his, so ready to kiss him but just were trying to form words as she just looked into his eyes, almost innocently. “Of value and morals,” she said almost laughing as she waved the bottle around only slightly as if to mock the words slightly, but she was serious. Then again she continued, “But Mr. Bedard, I’m finding that I am much too comfortable with you and I’m not scared at all. Is that odd?” She asked him kind of babbling a bit, unlike her usual self, she just let everything out. Every thought was laying out into the palm of his hand. Her eyes dropped from his over his graceful facial features as she just set the wine bottle on the railing that was open next to them, bringing her hand up to snake around his neck. “You are..” She said, stopping as she just let her body rest against his, knowing what was coming, but just waiting in glory for it in a sense. Then again, she might not be like this if they were both sober. She partially wanted to tease him and therefore she pulled away, "Mmm, oh sweet love, we've forgotten the wine for a moment. It feels a bit lonely," she said, leaving him sitting there for a moment before coming to sit next to him on the railing, crossing her legs a bit. She tipped the bottle to her lips and looked over at him, smirking a bit.

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[JURATE]

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