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[IAIN WYATT WILKINS]

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[style=width: 380px; text-align: justify; color: acacac; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; line-height: 90%;]The human had quite a bit of time to think about everything. The last couple of weeks had felt like he should have been saying the last couple of years. In the past, he never fully understood how it felt when time slowed down. He always felt it when speeding up or perhaps a slow moment, but nothing like he had felt now. Iain had never really felt so alone before. It was as if something was torn out from inside him and he could bring it back it to save his life. At least with his father, he had been hiding behind his sister and talked to her whenever he could. When she died, he still didn’t feel quite as lonely as he did at that point. Perhaps it was because everyone that he actually cared about in the world had been out of range for good. Yet, he hadn’t known what it felt like to have a close companionship. He had a good handful of friends, but nothing like this. He missed his sun.

When Tessa had left (on his barking orders) he was thinking back to the entire conversation. What he saw. What he experienced. She wasn’t human, and that really frightened him. In his scared state, he realized some of the things that he had said and his stomach really ached. Did he really say all of those things? He was there and he had spoken them, but he didn’t feel as if the words were truly his. There was something else lurking between each and every word that he had said. Nights he had stayed up to think about it. It was as haunting as the memories that lay in the dark. Maybe times, he dare not to turn to his side where the shadows lurked. The only thing he could do was stare at the ceiling and think. The thing that bothered him the most was the way he was yelling. The way he was snapping at her as if she weren’t the radiant sun of his life. That didn’t sound like Iain. No. In his laying wake, all he heard when he echoed that voice in his head was his father.

Iain had sounded exactly word for word like his father. It killed him. To see that kind of reflection within himself when he had feared the man so much. His father had been a monster. A monster that taken the point of beating his sister to death because the sister stuck out too much for Iain. The authorities had done nothing to stop this monster and his ravings throughout the house. It was to the point where he never wanted to go home. He thought any place would be safer than having to crowd in his small closet hoping to God that his crying couldn’t be heard as his father shouted and ranted through the house. If you hid and stayed hidden, you survived the drunk. If you hid and were found, chances were it was even worse than if you didn’t hide at all. It scarred him to the day. For that, he didn’t trust anyone to be around him. He thought that humans were nothing but selfish beings with a few exceptions to the general sight of the world.

While his thinking thoughts came to him, he saw the difference between all of it. Tessa wasn’t human, of course. Quite frankly, for the longest time, Iain hadn’t thought his dad was human (until he came to the conclusion that all humans were similar to his father). Now, who was the monster between the two? Tessa and her brilliant golden hair, perfectly wonderful faced features being absolutely beautiful to anyone who looked upon it. What was the worst she had done? According to heaven, it had been falling in love with the cause of her fall, but she had been a swift and wonderful person in Iain’s eyes. She had been perfect and lifted him from the dark depths that he never thought he could. She didn’t hurt anyone and she was delightful in every way. The only person he felt as if he could touch and not shudder away. His father, on the other hand, had brought his life to ruins. He had scared his sons in ways that not even Tessa could bring back. He feared dark rooms and wanted to scream at closed spaces in fear that he would somehow pop out and beat his son to nothing. That he would make that evil grin on his face that gave Iain wicked nightmares to where he got zero sleep. His entire body shook at the thought of even seeing the man again. Iain was deathly afraid of him.

So for Iain to say the words like it was his father’s felt like his father was affecting him even now that he was an adult. His stomach tossed and turned, making him feel like he was going to throw up. For weeks, he did nothing but go to work and think about that fact. Now he was starting to fear going into his own house and looking in the mirror to see the half shaven evil man smiling back at him instead of the dark pale frightened man he had been expecting to see. He wanted Tessa back. He kept repeating to himself that she was no longer human and therefore, couldn’t really be trusted as one. Then more thinking came to it: he didn’t like humans either, so what was the point in that? Maybe supernatural creatures were more friendly than humans. Maybe that’s why he found exceptions. But what did that make him? His mind throbbed at the thought. He had been getting a tad bit thin for having no appetite and tired twenty-four hours a day from lack of sleep. How was it that a woman could do so much to him?

All the questions like that were answered one day as he was sitting in his room, on the bed, facing the open window. His light was turned on despite the fact it was already day and the sun was streaming light in. It was his day off and he really wished it wasn’t. He’d rather at least have something occupy his mind. Why did he tell Teresa to go but all he wanted was her back again? Why did everything go wrong? How is she even similar to his father? How could he have been so similar to his father? Why was this broken heart so hard to deal with? That last question was the one that stumped him. Of course. Now he knew one of the reasons for his misery. He was heart-broken. Yes, that meant, that meant- his thoughts stopped as he felt his heart almost stop for a minute. All that time, the feeling that he couldn’t describe inside of himself whenever he was with her or without her. Everything made sense now and it was something that made him put on his thin shirt and burst out the door on his way to Tessa’s.

He loved her.

Iain still remembered where Tessa was at her little apartment. Since he didn’t own a form of transportation, he walked all the way there. There was nothing in his head that even told him that he needed to take a train or something. No, there was too much power in his legs. The exhaustion from not eating and drinking so well was killing him on this simple little walk, but he had to go there. Oh, could she ever forgive him? Iain felt that if it had been reversed, Iain wouldn’t have forgiven him. Please be different Tessa, please, please, please. He wasn’t even sure how to approach this matter. Just that he had to at least apologize, perhaps dive on his knees and ask her back. Yet… it was hard for him to think to do. He was so socially awkward anyway that all of this seemed a bit much. Especially for someone like Iain. He found her house and took a big gulp, taking a few steps before knocking very lightly, feeling like he was going to break into several pieces if he were to knock louder. This was a little much. Iain wasn’t use to this… feeling a little dizzy, he stepped back, knowing he’d probably wait forever for an answer. Just a simple answer. Even if it was no.

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[TERESA ALIYAH LEITNER]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #6d6d6d;] [style=padding: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; height: 475px; overflow: auto; color: #1e1e1e;]It had been so hard for Teresa to leave Iain's apartment that day. The hole in her heart his shapr words had made was still gaping, the pain sometimes coming on full force. She had lost him, and it was her own fault. He had been only human, and still was only human, and she wasn't. Did that mean that she wasn't supposed to feel? That she wasn't supposed to love? It seemed like it from the reaction she had gotten weeks ago now, but it never escaped her mind or her thoughts. She did not blame him, for shouting at her, for telling her never to come back, but that didn't mean that it didn't hurt worse than it did when she lost her wings. Because that was the truth. Her love for the human had been so intense, that now that she knew she lost him, she was in pain worse than she had ever had before. That wasn't right, she shouldn't have fallen so deep especially with all the lies that Teresa had been telling him, but she simply could not resist. Could not tear herself away from this man who was just so perfect to her. However, she had not heard from him in weeks, and she wanted to keep her end of the bargain. There was no other choice, she just wanted him to be happy. So, she moved on with her life. That was the only think that Tessa could do. She went on with opening the little jewelry store she worked at every morning, putting a smile on her face for the customers. She met up with friends, faking more smiles while all of the time she felt like crawling under her bed and never coming out. The sad thing was, that this feeling was familiar. Of course, this was much more intense than any feeling she had felt when she fell for the first human that she had fallen in love with, and it made her realise that Iain wasn't like the human that she fell for. Matthew had nothing on Iain, nothing at all, though her love had been true, but her love for Iain had been so much stronger. So much more intense, because with every touch, every sweet word and look that wasn't so dark that she felt her heart speed up a little bit in fear that he would tell her to leave, they were moving forward. She hadn't told him the truth, but the angel had to be realistic. He probably would have thought her insane, who could be an angel? Especially since all he would have would be her word to trust. She wouldn't have let him touch her scars willingly, no. But what if their relationship had carried on? And he was even more comfortable with her, he would touch them sometime. No, it was better that it happened now. Or that was simply her trying to make herself feel better. But of course, thoughts like that were not going to help at all. She closed up at the shop that day, having sold a few things of value and feeling somewhat satisfied, Teresa made her way back home. Her apartment was tiny, really only fit for one or two people and that was all she needed. She remembered Iain's apartment, where only the essentials were actually out. Compared to hers, which was light, filled with small trinkets, some paintings, flowers. It was bright and colourful, and had been more so since she had left Iain's that day because she couldn't bare dark. She couldn't bare to lay in bed, with tears streaming down her face and see a dark apartment enveloping her, sucking dry every emotion she had. No, light was the way to go. Light and homey. So, why did she feel so lonely? She had friends, that was a given, but she did not have the one thing that she wanted the most so it was so hard. Unlocking the door, she slipped in quietly. She hated to much quiet, so the first thing she did was turn the TV on, just for background noise. Teresa wasn't going to watch it. Being what she was, she didn't really need to eat, she couldn't taste the food anyway, so she had barely anything to distract herself with. Her house was spotless, but she felt like she needed to so something, or she would go mad. Pulling her hair up into a messy bun, she pulled on some plastic gloves and started cleaning none the less. She didn't know how much time had passed since she started cleaning, but the next thing she knew that the apartment was spotless, and she was still jittery. Teresa knew she could call someone to come and hang out with here, there was always someone who was free to do something or another, but that night she felt like being alone. This feeling came and went, the one where isolation seemed like the least hard option to deal with, so she plopped down on the couch to flick through the TV. However, she felt her own heart lurch a little bit at the knock on the door. What? Who could that be? She listened out for the breathing, confused to see who it could be at this time of night, since it had gotten quite late. She was a mess, her long blond hair disheveled, her clothes less than perfect. She wasn't sure if she looked tired, since fallen angels didn't really need sleep or anything, but she knew that there was more than one kind of tiredness out there. Teresa stood up quickly, pushing a few strands of hair off of her face before moving to open the door. She was met with a punch right into the heart at the person at the door. Tessa instantly felt the pain throb hard in her heart at the sight of Iain, her Iain, at her doorstep. She was speechless for a few moments, wandering what on earth could have brought him there. He had made it so clear that he never wanted to see her again. Her fingers tightened on the wood of the door, her eyes wide in wonder at him being there and also as so the question what he was doing there. She refused to let the tears well up in her eyes as all of these emotions hit her from all directions, pain, hurt, love ... She had missed him so much, the fallen had told herself she didn't, but she did and now his being there was so much worse than what was. Teresa's voice was an inbetween of a gasp and a whisper. "I - Iain ...?" She looked confused, biting on her bottom lip so uncertainly, afraid that he'll shout at her again, that he'll bite and snipe at her because of what she was. "What are you doing here Iain?" She whispered, her bright eyes on his, not feeling brave enough to hope for anything. [/style]

TABLE BY CALIFORNIA DREAMING @ CAUTION 2.0

[IAIN WYATT WILKINS]

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[style=width: 380px; text-align: justify; color: acacac; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; line-height: 90%;]Iain didn’t think he had ever had a harder time trying to get himself to breath. He wasn’t sure if it was the not so hefty walk or just the incredible thoughts he had been having. Who would have thought that someone like him would have found love? If it were anyone, it would have to be Teresa. Why hadn’t he seen it before? Now that it was like that, he couldn’t see anything else but that. It had been so bluntly clear. Perhaps it was because he had never really seen love like that. All he had seen in older relationships was fear and horrible adventures that constantly haunted him. Iain didn’t think he had really been capable of something like that when what ran through his veins ran through them. In fact, though he had been realizing it, there had been one thing he hadn’t been able to shake. He still had sounded like his father. The echoing taunting voice that went through his lips. How could he possibly face Tessa the same way now with that thought in his mind? If she said yes, then what? This hadn’t thought in his head until he reached the door, having to put it aside for the time being when the door cracked open.

It also didn’t occur to him that out of all the times he saw Tessa, she always looked radiant, beautiful, and full of life. As she opened the door, he saw two out of those three things. Her beauty was still a breath taking sight, but at the same time, there was something missing. Something dimmed and she looked tired. Iain hadn’t really looked much into the supernatural causes but sleep wasn’t one of the things that came to mind. The dark lines under her eyes that were completely filled with surprise and shock. He waited for an anger. Some sort of sign of how she thought of him, but all he saw was utter shock that he was at the door. His name filled the empty night air and he felt the cold chill all over his skin as he listened to the name before. It settled his stomach a little bit, but his head was still throbbing while his breath was still heaving a little heavier than it needed to be. His small frame clenched uncomfortably to the closest thing it could find, which was the wall behind it.

The dark whisper hissed through his ears again. The voice. That same voice was still in his head and refusing to get out. Maybe it had been better for both of them if he stayed away. Clearly there was some part of Iain that had the mean blood through it. What else was lurking? The reason he darkened himself through the shadows could have easily been through other people’s benefit. After all, he was probably what he thought of every other human was set out to be. Still, he couldn’t leave her with that. It wasn’t his fault he decided to explode on her. It wasn’t her fault that though her heart was filled of nothing but light and hope, his was filled with an uneasy darkness he couldn’t seem to shake no matter how hard he tried. Feeling his grip loosen on the wall, he also realized how much he needed her. His vision was becoming more dizzy as the moment passed, along with his mouth being sticky dry.

How did he even begin? It wasn’t like him to just spill everything that was on his thoughts. No, he had never done that, and he hoped that she would understand. She looked like she was having a… hard time already and guilt pressed on Iain. A part of him hoped that she might have found something else to occupy her time with, but the other part of him was happy to see that maybe he was needed too. That someone needed him as well as she was needed in his life. Iain couldn’t even begin to explain how that made him feel. Too many feelings for one man to have at once, as far as he was concerned. Quite frankly, he had never had any of this before. He had no feeling before. Everything was just covered as much as he could, enough to keep the nightmares away. Now it was all different. His life was completely turned around.

”Tessa.” He breathed, soft but slowly, as if he needed to say it to himself out loud in order to regain his thoughts. She had answered. There was an answer and she wasn’t completely shutting the door back in his face. He wasn’t exactly the biggest part of society that knew what to do with that, but he knew most of these stories from reading. Iain was officially part of one of the dramatic story he had to critic and correct on. Wasn’t as quite the thrill living it, since reading it had no harm in it. This had every potential to tear him more apart than he was. ”I… came…” He needed to regain himself. He took another couple of breaths to try to get his breathe again, but it wasn’t working as well as he had planned. His heart was racing way too much to probably be healthy. ”To say sorry. Oh, so deeply sorry. Tessa, I don’t think you realize how sorry I am.” He told her with big dark eyes, watering a little bit just from everything. He wasn’t sure if this was so upright or what she thought, but it had to be a start. A start somewhere, right? Everything was begging for her to come back, but it wasn’t going to be as easily as that. That reality did have to come to him like that. What she did after this seemed to be completely up to her. Staring at her, he was wondering when his vision was eventually going to be turning completely black here in a moment. Everything was spinning hard. A mixture of the tense beautiful Tessa holding onto her doorway and the rest of the outside of the small place she occupied. Oh, how his heart hurt.

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[TERESA ALIYAH LEITNER]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #6d6d6d;] [style=padding: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; height: 475px; overflow: auto; color: #1e1e1e;]This didn't feel real, not really. After weeks of not seeing Iain, it felt like her heart was swelling too much at the sight of him. But he was here. It wasn't her who had gone to him, who had tried to beg him to understand, but he was at her door and calling her Tessa. The fallen didn't remember a single time where he chose to use the word 'Tessa' rather than Teresa, it was so peculiar hearing him saying that she felt startled for a moment. She didn't know if she liked it, or if it was too different, but she settled on not caring because her name was not what mattered. It was what he was saying to her that mattered more. He was sorry? For Teresa, Iain had every right to say the things he did, he had every right to tell her to go and never come back even if it had hurt more than anything. She hadn't been honest with him, and it was selfish to love a relationship so much that was based on lies. She had never meant to lie, but his life had been so dark already, Teresa just did not want to add to it. Because she cared, and loved him, and she had genuinely thought that at least for a while she had been an improvement in his life. Until the day that he touched her scars. She didn't know a better way for him to know the real her, but it had caused too much heartbreak. She listened to his next words, her eyes roaming his face, his body, not in a sexual way, just trying to think if this was real. If he was actually there, speaking those words to her, a little bit out of breath and his eyes seeming to water. What was this? He had looked to scared of her, even betrayed before she had left his apartment that day, so hurt, and it broke her. She had left, just wanting to make him happy. Because that is all that Teresa had ever wanted since the moment that she met this beautiful man, was for the darkness to go away, for him to smile, and to maybe experience things that he wouldn't have without her. She had wanted to be important in his life, but she hadn't realised that he would probably have more in hers, since her love for him, her feelings, ran so deep. She had never felt as strongly for anyone, not for Nathaniel who had betrayed her, not for Matthew, the human that she fell for. But Iain ... Iain was able to make her whole being buzz with just being a foot away from her, even now, she knew that if she could see electricity, that her whole body would be wanting to reach out to him. But she couldn't, she still had to be cautious, she didn't want to scare him. She ran her fingers through her long blonde hair, and smiled at him, trying to calm him down because she could hear his erratic heart beat from here. "You called me Tessa ... you've never done that before." Her voice was so soft, her blue eyes glued to his face, drinking up the dark brown eyes, the almost black hair which looked brown in the sunshine, the stubble on his chin and jaw. Just as perfect as she had remembered. Biting on her lip softly, she felt like if her heart was still beating, that hers would have been very erratic too. Just by being here with him, so close, she wanted nothing more than to close the distance, to hug him as tight as she could and for things to go back to normal. But she knew that there would be no normal for them, not anymore, not until they talked about what he saw, and Teresa told him everything that he wanted to know, and some things that he needed to know. Releasing a small shaky breath, the girl shook her head at him a little bit. "You've got nothing to apologise for." She told him, conviction in her voice, "You had every right to do what you did, to say and react the way you did." She had to make him see that he was not at fault, not at all. But then she realised that they were still in the doorway, and that this was probably not the right place to be doing this. She fought the urge to take his hand, not sure whether she would still bring on the repulsion that she saw at his apartment. Even though he was apologising, and he had nothing to apologise for, she didn't dare to step a single step out of line with him. Not now that he was here, right before her. Teresa simply did not want to scare him away, and she was used to be careful around him. She had made so much progress before their fight, by taking baby steps, by trying to make him smile and laugh every once in a while, by slowly increasing the subtle touches on his arms, or back, or face. Their first kiss had taken a while to build up to, but Tessa hadn't even noticed it because being with Iain was never about touching, or kissing, as much as that set her whole being on fire, it was more to gain his trust, to be able to make him happier than he looked the first time she saw him, to get him to open up as much as she could because she didn't think that anyone should look so sad. The first time Teresa saw Iain, she had wondered what his face would look like with a smile on it, and she made it her job to try and get him to smile. And when she did, it was oh so rewarding. She stopped that track of thought, and took a small step back. "Would you like to come inside?" She asked him, not assuming anything, but when he gave her his agreement, she walked forward and sensed him following her. Once they were fully in her spotless apartment, all of it being much lighter than Iain's, a lot of personal stuff all over the place, feeling homey really, she turned to look at him. "You can sit if you like." Saying these normal things rather than what she wanted to say was killing her, she just wanted to try and explain to him her intentions, that she was still the woman that she had been. So what if she had liked acting when she was younger, every moment with Iain had been very real. "Iain ..." She breathed, not being able to take it anymore as she took a step closer, having to look up at him because of his height, "I don't know what miracle brought you here, but I'm not going to assume anything." She spoke softly, her voice pained but from now on the promised that she would not lie to him, or withhold information. "I just ... I'm not going to keep anything from you anymore, you have the right to know everything, you can tell me anything, ask me anything you like." She begged him with her eyes to speak to her, maybe to give her a chance to explain, and her heart went out to him because she missed him so much and it hurt, just having him here made her whole world spin, but she didn't want to move suddenly, she didn't want to scare him, she just wanted him back in her life, and that was ultimately his choice. [/style]

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[IAIN WYATT WILKINS]

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[style=width: 380px; text-align: justify; color: acacac; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; line-height: 90%;]Whenever he had been debating over this issue, he had been trying to think to himself- what made this a betrayal? It wasn’t the lie. She never specified she was human (Iain hadn’t really asked considering he didn’t think anything else was out there, but all the same). Never once did something come out of her mouth to suggest anything different. What freaked him out was more of the realization some other creatures were walking among him. Not Tessa herself. It felt personal, but what if it had been another lie? Something that could have easily been ‘I used to be married’ and he would have been surprised, but nothing among the reaction that actually came out of his mouth. All these thoughts were re-entering his mind as he stood before her. Watching her. Noticing the small details since he had always had the habit of memorizing her details when they were together. Interesting how though time apart, it seemed that he was picking up exactly where he left off. The problem was, the last place he left off was the biggest problem beating in his head.

Another amazing thing he learned from being in this situation was how much the mental mind had on the body. He had mostly known physical harm as long as mental, but he hadn’t realized how they went hand in hand. Nothing was beating him down. Yet, he felt like he had zero energy. The only thing that was keeping him going was the rapid fire of his pulse. His arms felt like limp limbs on his shoulders, just hanging there and every once in a while, reaching up to check how warm he was. Catching a fever or something from all of this. Before it all, he wouldn’t have believed a word of someone else telling him that this was possible. So many things that Teresa was making him do that didn’t even occur to him. Seeing her, he wondered if he looked that exhausted. He probably should have smiled to try to hide the fact he was nothing but skin and bone at this point but that hadn’t occurred to him either. She should have hated him for what he did. Said. Iain would have done the same thing on the other side of the board.

In all of this, he too hadn’t realized that the word Tessa never escaped his lips. Come to think of it, the nickname only developed recently in his head, forming it into his usual language. Teresa. He had always kept it more formal and polite. Considering this, he wasn’t sure if this newly developed word was a positive thing or not. She didn’t seem… offended. In fact, there was a smile that was on her lips. Oh how he had missed that smile. His heart ached by this simple gesture. If Iain could give all this up just to see her continuing to smile, he might have thought about it. Did he make her do that? Iain wasn’t cocky enough to think that he did. ”I apologize, my mind isn’t-“ He cut himself off. Should he really bring up that he found himself going slowly insane? His mind wasn’t in the right set. Nothing seemed to be his logical way of thinking at this point. There were too many things blocking it. Teresa’s beautiful self in front of him. The big sign in front of him that showed that it was more obvious than ever that he had loved her. Was he blind before? Yes, indeed. He had to be.

Was she joking? Iain had everything to apologize for. Everything. He, in fact, had zero right to do what he did. Even if he had been angry, there was no reason to scream and yell like that. Call her so many things. Yes, he had been frightened. But his fright usually wasn’t expressed in that form. He had never been really an angry person before, so all of it was really distressful. With anyone, he would have been pondering over it, but now that it was with this woman. This beautiful fallen angel. He had seen from her memories how she died first of all. The box. It was strange to think that at one point, she had died and left this world only to come back. Yet, she happened to be perfectly wonderful as if she was full of life. The way she was saying things, she was blaming herself. Iain saw that as clear as day. Which just made him stagger back a little back, his legs shaking below him. What had he done to her? No matter what happened tonight, he vowed that he was going to fix whatever was making those dark circles under her eyes.

Words hadn’t really been a problem for him in the past. Words easily flowed through his mouth, both positively and a snapping matter to tell people to back off. Now, it seemed that something was stuck in the middle of this throat and preventing him from any intelligent words from forming. Or words at all. The thoughts were all in his head. They were coming in rushes and flying by his brain, but they were having a hard time transferring to his mouth again. Is this what love was? Wow. No wonder there was so much fuss over it. As if she seemed to be reading his mind- as usual- she asked an invitation in. He hesitated. Despite everything, this was still a very uncomfortable Iain. Yet, he felt as if this would be better than cold sweat he was producing from being outside. Without any words, he stepped in, taking again her offer to sit down so that he was able to breathe. Sitting felt better. Yet, his eyes were still alert and peeking around. Just as Iain’s house seemed to fit him, her apartment was cozy feeling. Bright. Filled with things.

Then she began speaking. Iain listened and grasped onto each word. Miracle? He had a thought in mind, but he waited until she finished her entire phrase. Her soft words flowing as easily as the breeze brushed against the summer trees, but having a tint of something else in it. It was sharp. As if the breeze had something else running through it. It sounded like pain. He wasn’t aware that one could ‘sound’ pain, but he was proven wrong. ”Tessa” Since he was hoping to maybe get another smile from her, ”You are the miracle that brought me back. Why should I ask of you what I myself do not provide? What part of my past do you know of?” Iain already knew the answer, ”None. I have no reason to criticize you.” He expressed, taking another deep breaths to keep himself steady. How did he possibly say what he was feeling? Should he just go out and say it. What Iain wanted more than anything else was for her back. But he didn’t how to say it. Except… just to say it. ”I came here to ask for you back.” His eyes big, staring into her incredible blue ones. Never before had her eyes looked so blue. He should have known. To her- she had always been an angel. All she did was confirm it.

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[TERESA ALIYAH LEITNER]

[style=font-family: times; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-transform: lowercase; color: #989898; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;]1299 WORDS FOR IAIN omg i cannot handle these feels my heart is </333 DREAM [/style]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #6d6d6d;] [style=padding: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; height: 475px; overflow: auto; color: #1e1e1e;]This moment seemed very surreal to Teresa, mostly because of its intensity. The last time in which she had seen Iain, they had parted on bad terms. That had been the last thing that the angel had wanted, to ever fight with the human. It seemed like no relationship could be perfect, people quarrel all the time, with their loved ones and everyone else. As much as you try to avoid it, something comes up, and it seemed that for Teresa and Iain it had been a little bit worse. She had wondered briefly whether there were people in the exact same position as her. Supernaturals, falling in love with humans, and the big reveal a punch in the stomach because they don't seem to accept you. That was what it had felt like, when he told her never to come back. Like a knife was settled deep in her gut, and someone had twisted it mercilessly. Teresa not once blamed Iain for that while they were apart. It would have been shocking to him, to find out something like that, especially when you believed in something completely different. There would be confusion, anger. Teresa did not expect any less, not from Iain or anyone. She empathised with them and tried to understand. That was it. Tessa frowned when he apologised. No, this was not what she wanted. She wanted for him to be able to call her 'Tessa' and feel completely comfortable. Maybe it was wishful thinking, but the girl believed that something like that actually made people feel closer to one another, like they were comfortable enough around each other to use a nickname. That could also be a sign of fondness, and Teresa truly cherished such things from the males lips. She shook her head, a soft expression on her features, not a single thing dangerous about it. "No, I like it." She smiled at him, maybe a little brighter, but the angel simply could not help it. He was here, he was in front of her, he came to her. She just could not believe that he was real. After what had happened, he was here. She wished she could read his mind sometimes, to see what it was like in there, his thoughts. She wanted to understand him better, to see how she could help him. All that Teresa wanted to do was to look after him, to look out for him because she loved him more than she has loved anyone. Her heart clenched at the thought of Iain's humanity, he was so fragile. And it did not escape her attention his sickly he looked. Still perfect, but sick. Stick thin, dark circles under his eyes, and she just wanted to wipe all that away from him. She just wanted to see him smile, and she hoped she would sometime soon, because otherwise she was positive that her heart would break. The walk into her apartment was silent, and as Iain took a seat on her couch, she felt her heart ease a little bit. He was inside now, he wouldn't be running away the moment she made a wrong move. Not that Teresa would ever judge him for it, she would expect it. She would expect any oblivious human that has come into the light to react the way Iain had. Then she was speaking, and he was listening to her so attentively, his dark eyes on her, it made her shiver a little bit. She wasn't cold, she couldn't feel the cold, she just felt like it was electricity. When she was done, all she could do was wait. She felt another smile grace her face at him calling her 'Tessa'. She wasn't sure if that would ever not make her smile. It was such a wonderful feeling, and her bright eyes were on Iain, curiously searching his face, trying to get some indication as to what he would say next. For a moment, Teresa simply did not understand. Her face looked a little bit confused. She had never thought about it. She knew that she was interested in Iain's past, but she never expected him to share it with her. She would never ask him of it, but that didn't mean that he couldn't ask her. She wanted to make sure that he was all right with what she was, she wanted for him to understand that she was not the only thing out there. But her heart was stuck on his first phrase. That she was what brought him back. With a shortage of breath, she took a moment before speaking. "No, don't say that." She looked at him, her gaze intense. "Iain ... The thing is, I can gather that your past is not something to share. But, this ... this is not just me." She bit her bottom lip, a little bit uncertainly, "The whole world is filled with humans and people like me alike, and I really don't want to scare you, or even to make you run away ..." For the first time, her speech was less than structured. It was a little bit panicked, in her need to explain this to the male. "If you don't want to know that's okay, but it's important for you to realise that this is real, and the fact that I can help you ... make all of this seem better." She stopped abruptly, looking down at her feet, he hands by her sides. "Sorry, I'm sure me talking at you is not what you came for." She chuckled a little bit, scolding herself for losing control of this. Teresa used to be so in tune with how to act around Iain, what to say, how far to push things, but now she was scared that every moment would draw him away from her. She didn't want to lose him, she couldn't bare it, not now that he was back. In front of her. Real. Tessa was sure that time stopped moving or doing anything for a whole long moment at the sound of Iain's words. What? Was she hearing him right? ”I came here to ask for you back.” His wide brown eyes were staring into hers. It was like he was staring right into her soul, and her whole being was shaking. On the outside, she was at a loss for words. She didn't know what to say, she didn't know what the right thing to say was, simply because she had not been expecting this. She had expected Iain to come demanding answers, obviously that is not the case, but this was the last thing. She hoped that her dumbfounded silence did not make him think that this was something that she didn't want, because it was. She wanted this so much it hurt. "I-I ..." She swallowed, not tearing her eyes away from the dark haired male, "Iain, are you sure? That this is what you want?" Her heart physically ached as she spoke those words, he hands shaking a little bit. "I just want you to be sure, because ... I know ... I think your opinion of me changed. When you touched my scars." She moved closer, kneeling in front of him, not being able to take it any more as she took his hands, hot in hers ans she squeezed them softly. She could not feel it physically, but it made her feel so much better. "Because ... because if you took me back now ... there is no way I'd be able to go through this again. Through being away from you, Iain, I hope you understand ..." She closed her eyes, looking at both of their hands joined, knowing that if she could cry, she would be in that moment. [/style]

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[IAIN WYATT WILKINS]

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[style=width: 380px; text-align: justify; color: acacac; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; line-height: 90%;]His reaction was every bits of wrong. It had been out of fear. Confusion. The feeling of betrayal. That wasn’t his usual reaction to all of those things. Most of the time, he wanted to go and hide. Try to shelter himself, hold his breath, and wait for the entire moment to be over. It hadn’t been like that this time. Many theories had popped into his mind as to why he reacted the way he did. It could have been his mind being so rustled up from years of this that it finally exploded. It had exploded in the wrong time. Though he supposed that he wouldn’t be living and breathing if he would have acted that way before. So much wondering. Every time he would find one answer, the other one didn’t make sense to him. Part of him wanted to just blame every single thing on himself because he felt terrible about it. The person that cared about him. Made him feel important. Iain wasn’t sure if that was ever going to be a forgiven thing. Not with himself.

That smile. That grand smile. After all this time without seeing it, it was like a brand new day was occurring. Which was odd for him to think about. It was always darkness and night with him. The light when he was surrounded by night. Yet, right now, he was referring to the day instead. During the day, he was usually locked inside of his office, only going out because he had to. He left his office around the evening when the sun was setting. There wasn’t a lot of time in the bright sunlight. At this point, it almost felt welcoming, though he also felt overly exhausted and tired all the time. The energy that was bursting within him was coming out of absolutely nowhere. Really. Nothing that was physically possible. He had been lacking sleep and food, which meant that he should have probably been passed out by all the emotional drain he was having on himself, but now as much as he felt wobbly, he felt more awake than ever. Every detail was memorized, as it might have been the last with her.

A weak smile came across his lips when she said she liked it. Once again, she was far too generous and he loved her for it. Any regular person probably would have slammed the door in his face as soon as she saw a glimpse of who was at the door. No, instead she welcomes him into her home. Or more of looked at him and wondered if he should have been standing up. Either way, it was an overly kind gesture. He did manage to get another smile from her when she started to speak. His breath started getting heavy enough that he could see his chest rise below him, wondering if he should take different breaths because he was feeling very dizzy. Well, yes, he had felt dizzy the whole way here, but it was a different kind of dizzy. So now it was double on his head. After all this was finished, there was a good chance he was just going to roll his head back and pass out. Hopefully she’ll know properly what to do with him. Iain wasn’t even sure what properly taking care of him was. He watched her panicked face go into a small ramble, telling him a bit of what he already knew. Once Iain saw one, it was clear to him the rest. If one was real, it made sense the others were. It scared the hell out of him. But he knew it.

Tessa apologized, looking down, but Iain tried to move at an angel where her eye gaze would continue to look at him. He came for him to confess. Yes. But that didn’t mean anything there. She deserved an explanation just as well as he deserved one. He got his explanation. Now it was time for Iain to start saying things. ”I know. Once I found out that you’re…” He choked on the word. Though he had been thinking about it constantly, there wasn’t anything he could yet form correctly with words. Saying out loud was such a task for him. Saying anything out loud was the biggest step, it seemed like. ”An angel, many others clicked together. Those that usually write to me write well. Now I see they were expressing true stories.” He told her blandly. This wasn’t the reason he came. He came to tell her that it didn’t matter in the least. This problem that he was going to have to deal with while looking at others now was something separate. It wasn’t going to have anything to do with her. How to say it. She looked so worried.

Was he sure? He blinked at her with confusion. Of course that’s what he wanted. He wouldn’t have said it if he hadn’t thought this over and over again. She should have known that much. The more the words spilled out of her mouth, the more he ached. Like that hard ache in a muscle that didn’t get any better no matter what happened. His hands felt her soft hands with his and he looked at them for a moment. No. He would never put her through that again. With just about as much he could do, he leaned forward and hugged her. There was all sorts of uncomfort level signs in his head, but the more human part of Iain was telling him to go out of the line. Of his line. He wasn’t sure if she would pull him away or not, but for now, he didn’t have the energy to try to pull away. Instead, he whispered in her ear, ”Yes. I’m completely sure. You’re not different than the woman I first dated and trusted. Scars don’t mean anything to me. I love you Tessa.” That was a lot harder to say out loud in a smooth motion. More than she could even more than imagine. But it was true. It was out there. Now… please forgive him.

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[TERESA ALIYAH LEITNER]

[style=font-family: times; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-transform: lowercase; color: #989898; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;]1194 WORDS FOR IAIN OH. MY. GOD. THESE. FEELINGS. DREAM [/style]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #6d6d6d;] [style=padding: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; height: 475px; overflow: auto; color: #1e1e1e;]For a few moments, Teresa wasn’t sure whether Iain was going to pass out. He looked positively sick, and it dawned on her just how hard it would be for Iain to do this. Just to bring himself to be here, what thought process he must have gone through to get here, and for a moment the angel felt rotten. Wishing that she wasn’t the cause of the dark and tired expression on his face, wishing that she was not the reason for the obvious weight loss, for looking so broken. All she wanted to do was fix him, soothe the tenseness in him, and make it all better. But it wasn’t so simple, no, it never was. However, in that moment, she felt almost important. That Iain had made the effort to seek her out after the whole ordeal of him touching her scars, the fact that he even wanted to be in her presence, and as it has always been her trying, her to initiate most touches and kisses, her to try and make him talk to her, it was now Iain making the effort and that made her unbeating heart swell twice as much, because the realisation of this left her breathless. Yes, she knew that he cared, but as the saying went that actions spoke louder than words, this was pretty much it. Tessa knew that he must have been terrified to come here, doubting his every move, yet he was right there, right in front of her, her beautiful Iain. The man she had grown to love so much, and now he was doing this for her, for them, because he didn’t want to lose her too. Teresa would have cried in that moment if she was alone. But she wasn’t. The male was there, very real, and very much speaking the things he was. The word ‘angel’ hung for a moment before it came from his lips, and it was almost funny. Teresa wasn’t an angel anymore, not in the real sense, she had long ago not been accepted into the realm of the angels, having fallen over a hundred years ago at the fault of Nathaniel who gave her in so mercilessly to get her wings ripped out. What she was now, it was far from angelic, the long scars down her back proved as much. She was now a Fallen Angel, she had no grace, no power in being a guardian, and sometimes she wished she did. The pain of not being trusted to guard someone with her life was immense; she knew she could do it, even if she was in love. What a crime was that? Falling for love? Yes, she had loved Matthew back then, but right now, with Iain in front of her, she realised that she never fully loved Matthew. Not like she loved Iain, like he was a part of her body and soul, and that if he was unhappy it would break her. She just wanted him to be happy for once, even if it meant being without her. She would stay away if it made him happier, she would give him the world, there was no doubt about it. Teresa’s lips quirked up into a ghost of a smile when Iain spoke about the books he had had to read, and yes, she supposed that that was some supernaturals ways of telling the world that they existed, no matter that most of them believed it was fiction. She herself had enjoyed reading some such stories, but the impact would have been bigger for Iain. Now he knew that at least some of them were real. Iain must have sensed a desperation in her voice, the fact that it hurt her so much to ask him if he was sure, because if she knew Iain at all she knew he wouldn’t say it if he didn’t mean it, but she just had to give him options. Even now, when the choice was essentially hers, it was all about Iain and what he wanted. She was almost taken by surprise when he pulled her into a hug. A small gasp escaped her lips, his body rigid and awkward, but so much more than Teresa could have hoped for. His warmth next to her body a simple perfection that she will forever treasure, and she simply hugged back, her arms wrapped tightly around his waist, holding in close in an instinctive motion, as if he was going to disappear at any moment, and she couldn’t bare it if he did, not now, not when he was this close and hugging her. Her body shook a little with the impact, his soft breath on her ear, and her feeling like she was getting dizzy, because she had gone this long without Iain. “Iain –“ She started, but then he was speaking, words that she took a moment to even comprehend she was hearing, words that she thought she would have been the one saying to him first, and the noise she let out from the back of her throat was almost of pain, because this was not real. No, it couldn’t be. Her emotions were so intense, so sky high that she thought she would explode if she didn’t do anything about them. She pulled back for a moment, unwrapping her arms from his waist, and bringing them to cup his face in the palms of her hands, her fingers carefully, gently caressing his jaw as he bright eyes gazed at him, and she was sure she looked stricken, but not in a bad way. She wanted to search his face to know that this was real, that what he was saying was real and not just a figment of her imagination. “Oh Iain …” She whispered, licking her lips a little bit, bringing his face a little bit closer so that she could feel his breath over his skin. “I had imagined this moment to go so many ways, I didn’t know if you were ready to hear the same words from my lips.” She realised that maybe it was better for him to have told her first, even if it was hard to believe, because now she would know that he was ready to hear it. “I love you. I don’t think you realise how much …” She whispered, closing her eyes for a moment, but she couldn’t keep them closed for long, no, she wanted to look at Iain forever, his beautiful features, his intense brown eyes. She closed the space then, pressing a tender kiss to his lips, her fingers still on his cheeks, nothing rushed, just a transfer of the emotions from her body to his, but she was positively shaking, from the actuality of this moment. She had to convince herself that this was real. This can’t be not real now, that would break her. “I just want you to be happy, okay? We can take this one step at a time.” Her words were soft, but the happiness in her eyes was clear, and even in this moment, she was still taking care of Iain. [/style]

TABLE BY CALIFORNIA DREAMING @ CAUTION 2.0

[IAIN WYATT WILKINS]

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WE'LL CARRY ON,

[style=width: 380px; text-align: justify; color: acacac; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; line-height: 90%;]Passing out wasn’t something that he usually did, but wow he felt like he was just going to collapse on himself now. Well right now, he would probably just end up collapsing on her couch and that would be the end of it. Taking deep breaths seemed as helpful as just holding his breath all together at this point. With all the time had away from her, he did have time to think about what she could do. Some lore was different than the others. Some fallen angels had black wings that humans couldn’t see (but it was apparent these had been ripped out). Some could feel barely emotions and then the one particular book suggested they couldn’t feel at all. Some had the strength of a thousand men. All those he had been tempted to ask, but Iain was the type of person to not let his own curiosity get the best of him. If he felt like he would be better off not knowing just to what extent Tessa could do, he wasn’t going to try to bring it up. That was part of the reason he didn’t want her to try to explain herself so much. It wasn’t needed. It wasn’t important or significant. Pasts make a person, sure. He knew that. But they didn’t have to know. There was a little part of Iain that wanted to mention what he had gone through. But never did he ever want to speak it out loud under any circumstances. That was pretty much repeated enough to where it was understood.

Well he was glad enough that she caught him. Though a bold move, he was still very awkward with it. His entire body was a strange piece of work that didn’t always seem to function in the right way- especially with hugging another. His other small little group of people that he associated with were very… flamboyant at times. Too flamboyant for Iain to handle properly. This simple movement made him feel like his entire body was about to give out. Which was why having Tessa be a catcher was so handy. She must have expected something like this. She had been expecting it more than Iain was expecting it himself. It was completely impulsive and he wasn’t sure if it was even the right mood. Despite the inner panic he was having, he was also finding how much he felt at home. How warm he felt with the simple motion. It wasn’t like before when he was forcing himself not to leave Tessa hanging to dry. This was more like the night before things went wrong. Except everything that could have gone wrong already did. Only leaving the perfect moment between them. Imagine if Iain would have been coordinated.

He was afraid he might have said the wrong thing. It never occurred to him that maybe she didn’t love him back. Well- not to this extent. It had crossed his mind, but only for a glimpse because of everything else that happened to be trailing in his thoughts. So now it was a little embarrassing. Still, he didn’t dare let go. He actually forgot how to let go. Even if he wanted to. It took her pushing on him a little bit so that they were face to face for him to physically loosen himself a little bit. Even with that, his face was still tightened. There was so much emotion in him that he didn’t know what to do with it. He felt that maybe his eyes should swell with tears, but his body was fighting it naturally. They were just shinny. Warmer than usual. His pale face got a little more color back into it from his feelings. All of these feelings. He thought he could have easily experienced them with a good enough writer, but there was no way that a writer could ever write down what they wanted to say. There were no words. Just a whole feeling for once. Not scared. Or confused. But what he felt right somehow.

As she spoke, he looked into her beautiful blue eyes. Her absolute beautiful face. He took a gulp, clenching his jaw and realized that what he was feeling was nervousness. Not the regular kind of nervousness he had felt before in the past. It made him twist is nervousness the same way. Her response was pure perfection. ”I think I can see how much. I’m not an easy man to love. You- its as easy as breathing.” He told her simply. The poetic manner wasn’t purposeful. Iain often spoke in poetry. It was his job to read all day. Sometimes it just followed in his vocabulary. Her eyes closed for a moment only before kissing him. The kiss was generally how their first kisses were to start with. Iain tightened up, but there was a much quicker reaction. He kisses back quicker. Just that in itself made him feel a lot more alive than he had been for months. No, wait, at this point, it felt more so than he had for years. This was something differently entirely. Though he had a word for it, he still couldn’t describe to anyone. The fact Tessa felt the same way gave an entirely new outlook on it. One he hadn’t expected. He was dizzier than ever.

He let a breath out, feeling that he had been holding his breath while trying to take a bit of shallow ones. The man was exhausted anyway. The fact that this much was getting on him was really making him dizzy. He felt light headed and the entire room didn’t stop spinning for an instance. As much as he wanted to lay back and calm himself a bit, he didn’t want to move. ”I want you to be happy.” He told her. He wasn’t sure on the one step at a time when he was feeling all the adrenaline now, but that was also probably best for the pair of them. He never thought he could be truly fully happy. Even when he had been with her at the past, that shadow was always going to be the thing to follow his every move. At this point in time, he didn’t feel that. He didn’t know what it was about simple words that made all the difference. ”I do…” He started with, bitting his bottom lip to try to regain his focus, ”Feel… a little dizzy.” The color that had gone to his face was now gone again. The exhaustion was hitting hard. He held tightly on her hand as there was a faint smile twitching across his lips. It must have been hard to love him. He wasn’t exactly someone that was easy to feel with. But, oh, so glad she did.

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[TERESA ALIYAH LEITNER]

[style=font-family: times; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-transform: lowercase; color: #989898; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;]996 WORDS FOR IAIN OH. MY. GOD. THESE. FEELINGS. DREAM [/style]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #6d6d6d;] [style=padding: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; height: 475px; overflow: auto; color: #1e1e1e;]Hugging Iain was wonderful, feeling the closeness which she hadn’t felt since the night it all went to dust; it felt familiar, and wonderful. However, she could also feel that he was so thin. As if he hadn’t eaten all this time, and the bones that poked out a little in her embrace worried her, reminded her that Iain was so fragile, a fragile human being, that needed to be looked after. Protected. Even if it was making sure he ate right, that he got his rest so the dark circles would lessen under his eyes. Teresa was not oblivious, she knew that she had caused it, but she also knew that she was forgiven through the tight hold of her he had in his arms. It seemed like their bodies fitted so perfectly together. His lean frame spectacular against her curvier one, fitting like puzzle pieces, and she didn’t know how she ever even thought that she could live without this. Without this man, even if it was to make him happy, even if she had just wanted to make sure she didn’t scare him any longer, all she wanted was him. Her breath hitched as he spoke, because this was too perfect, too unreal, felt almost like she was dreaming. How on earth could she get so lucky, after she had lost everything once? She didn’t know, but she was thankful to whoever was looking out for her, and for Iain, because it was clear that they needed each other. His words left no doubt about his feelings for her, and she realised that he would have thought and over thought the sentiment before he said it, making sure that what he was feeling was real, she knew that it was no easy to say those things for him, and that just made her heart clench because he was able to say them to her. Teresa only shook her head as he said he wasn’t an easy man to love. That was simply not true, he was worth the love she thought he deserved, which was of infinite proportions. “That’s not true Iain.” His name was a soft whisper from her lips, almost like a prayer, every word out of her mouth told him that it was actually so easy to love him. “Your heart ... it’s so good, no one can miss that, even with the dark exterior, and that’s what makes loving you simple.” She murmured softly, her lips on his like velvet honey, all the feeling and sweetness making her skin shiver a little. Their kiss was not needy or harsh, but soft and fond, and he was kissing back much quicker than he used to, and Teresa thought that maybe they could be happy. Together. Even if she wouldn’t push boundaries with him, she was content with anything and everything he was willing to give her. She only smiled when he said that he wanted her to be happy, and with those words, and with the whole time that he was here, she could feel her heart soar, and she had never been as happy as she was now with him, knowing that he loved her and she loved him. “You never have to worry about that, with you I’m happier than I’ve ever been.” She gave him a small nod, her bright eyes intense on his dark ones, willing the raw honesty of her statement into him. She didn’t know if she could help any with the darkness which she knew that was in him, but she would do anything in her power to try and make him feel it less, to make him happier, just as he was making her. This was why they were so good together, having these feelings for one another out in the open could make them feel better about the bad stuff in their lives. Teresa for the pain of falling to earth from being a guardian angel, the transition had left her scarred, but Iain was scarred too, in his mind, and they would make sure that both of them were alright, that was all that they could do for one another, and even though Teresa had thought she had loved before, it was nothing like this. Even thinking about losing him left a dull ache in her heart, but she wouldn’t think of that, no, she would enjoy what he was giving her. However, she could see in his face that the colour was no longer there, her eyes creased in some worry as he looked at her. This had been intense, even for her, her emotions seemed like they were being exhausted, and she was sure that it was worse for Iain, who looked ready to pass out the moment he showed up at her door. The grip on her hand and the small smile which ghosted over his face told her that maybe he was going to be okay as he admitted to feeling dizzy. That wasn’t so bad, although it did worry her, he’d be okay, and she would make sure of it. She squeezed his fingers in as reassuring manner as she could manage, eyeing him softly. “It’s okay, just ... let me take you to the bed so you can lay down?” She wasn’t exactly going to make him lay down on the couch, it wasn’t very comfortable, and there was nothing wrong with letting him lay down on her bed, since she assumed to let him sleep a little anyway. She tugged on his hand as she got onto her feet, a smile remaining on her face in all these moments. “I’ll get you some water, you can sleep a little, and then I’ll make sure you eat, okay? You look like you haven’t eaten much in a while.” She told him, concern dripping from her tongue. She just wanted to make sure that he was okay, now that she could, she would take care of him. [/style]

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[IAIN WYATT WILKINS]

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[style=width: 380px; text-align: justify; color: acacac; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; line-height: 90%;]Everything ached, and he wasn’t sure if it was strictly because of what he had been doing the past couple of weeks (or more accurately what he hasn’t been doing the past couple of weeks). Even as he was seeing her now, there were still sore muscles all throughout his body. As if he had been working out for a long time and they never seemed to rest. It was somewhat of a soothing good feeling sore whenever he looked at her, but there was another headache that was planted right behind his head. That could have simply been from all the fuzzy sights though. Whatever the reason, he wasn’t sure what to do about it. Apparently this had been the social life he hadn’t grown up with. Stories of this was common, but nothing could have prepared him for this. Not high school social life or the books he corrected and judged. That feeling in the stomach was enough to make him hurl, but he refrained from putting a hand on his torso. Not that he could really feel his hands. He was sweating from nervousness, but he was cold.

Clinging onto her seemed like the best option. Yet, he was also waiting for any hands that were pulling him away in case that wasn’t the right move. It was hard to tell what kind of move he was supposed to do here. She was usually the one to easily guide him to what was expected to do naturally next. This time, he decided he was going to take a couple of major of leaps. He decided that he didn’t really enjoy it as much. To him, he was worried too much about what was considered the happy right thing and what should have been better left alone. Not that she would even mention if he did something wrong. Feeling her hair against his face was worth any mistake he might have been making, however. Her arms eventually went around him as well and he let out a breath of air, not realizing he had been holding it in. This would have been a good spot to just let himself sleep, but there were important words that needed to be spit out before he went out. He hung on tight when he felt her shaking. No, it was okay. He was here, he was here.

There was pulling away and his stomach knotted in disappointment and worry. He should have known. It had been a long shot just to show up at her door and expect her to welcome him with complete open arms- as if nothing had happened. As if everything had been forgiven and forgotten. To do their regular watching a movie side by side or walking along the streets smiling and attempting in a kind of friendly tease. Which he thought he had been starting to get the hang of before everything spilled out the way it had. She started to speak and he hung onto every word. She didn’t sound sorry. In fact, there was surprise all over her face. It was impossible to tell what side she was leaning toward, so he waited. The waiting felt like it was taking the entire night. He just knew the sun was going to come up by the time this ended. However, she managed to speak softly, getting in closer to where he could fell her breath on his face. He took a silent gulp.

How long. That was the first thing that had come to his mind. Iain had only realized that he loved her tonight, but as long as having these feelings. Where they always love before? Iain couldn’t really detect a specific date where all of this happened, but he was sure that somehow, it was among the same time. Yet, now as she was talking, it occurred to him that she felt the same way for longer than he did. Women were generally closer to the punch (according to the guidelines of society) and she probably connected the feeling a lot quicker. Teresa knew exactly what to do during these situations, making him feel like he had been lost. No, no. Wait. There was no way he would have been lost. Looking at her now, he had no feeling of lost that he knew he should have felt. All of this was too nerve racking. Iain had feelings and he didn’t know what to do with them.

Love flowed through her mouth and he smiled. Really smiled. It hurt his cheeks from the lack of how much that came out of him, but he was embracing the small cramp from his face. ”I think I do.” He breathed. It was relaxed when soft lips came back onto his. He was sure that this wasn’t her romantic condition she wanted to be told all of this. An unstable Iain practically shaking all over. Or an Iain at all. He was certain when she thought she was going to fall in love, it would be someone completely different. There was an honor inside of him that he was the chosen man of her dreams. She let go and he now actually saw her shaking all over. Trying to hold her steady while trying to keep steady himself was difficult. In fact, he started to feel the point to collapse. Now that everything was out of him, he felt drained. She was forming words about him being happy, but all he could focus on was her happy eyes staring at him. ”I was… not doing well without you.” He told her. Not to make her feel worried or guilty, but indirectly announcing that he wasn’t physically feeling all that well. Emotionally. He couldn’t remember a single moment where he had even been this relatively happy. Physically, his body was rejecting his open eyes. On top of all of this happening, he suddenly felt… alive.

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[style=font-family: times; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-transform: lowercase; color: #989898; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;]924 WORDS FOR IAIN she's being so caring and she just wants iain to be okay and just cbdjvcnkdfnvkf DREAM [/style]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #6d6d6d;] [style=padding: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; height: 475px; overflow: auto; color: #1e1e1e;]Teresa’s unbeating heart swelled with emotion, it was crazy. How could something that was no longer supposed to be functioning allow the tightening of the chest along with the tightening of Iain’s arms around her? However, the blond haired girl embraced it all, because there was a true feeling of happiness like she had never felt before. She was happier than she had been when her parents were proud of her, or when she fell in love for the first time, because those emotions were in the past, but Iain was here right now, holding her and breathing her in, and she never wanted to let him go. Just in case he changed his mind about being okay with her not being human. Of course, she wasn’t going to ruin the moment by explaining that she would live forever, but right now she didn’t think she could do much else apart from hold the love of her life in her arms. The smile which she gave was absolutely beaming when he said he knew how much she loved him. It was bright, and filled with wonder as she looked up at him, because she felt an honour that he let her in. That he let her be the one to look after him, to love him, and he let himself love her back. It made her feel special, and she was just so happy that Iain seemed happy, and herself too. She laughed a little at the sorry sight of them both, because well, they were both shaking like mad, she was clinging to his biceps and he was trying to hold her steady. It looked like he was going to faint, but the smile on his face; well, it was absolutely magical, because it was the brightest that Teresa had ever seen. It was so perfect, he was so perfect to her, and she was just so lucky to have him in her life. The brown eyes which seemed to look into her very core and the rare smiles which she would cause always made butterflies rage in her stomach. But most of all, it wasn’t the outside qualities that she loved most. No, Teresa loved his mind, and the way he spoke, and the way he was willing to take in things and question them, not blindly accepting. She admired him, and he was hers. He knew that she loved him, and he loved her back, and that almost made her head spin. But it seemed like he was in a worse off shape because he looked a little sickly, and that worried Teresa. She guessed that it was because he hadn’t been eating or sleeping much, and it showed. However, she would take care of him. She always would. Her thoughts were confirmed when he said that he was not doing well without her, and her light blue eyes looked ever so soft when she looked at him, a fond smile on her face as she ran her long fingers down his cheek, and licked her lips. Then she stood up, extending her hand, and taking his, entwining their fingers. She pulled him up, which she figured would be easy because it seemed like he was feather light, and about ready to fall over at any second. She started walking in the direction of her bedroom, and without a word, she pulled the bed covers up, and sat him down on the bed, her hands placed gently on his shoulders. Looking down at him, she raised her fingers to brush some hair, carefully, off his forehead, and offered him another smile. “Let me make you better, okay Iain?” She asked, because she would do anything for him. She knew that. For Iain, she would fall a hundred times over, feel the pain as many times, just so she could be with him, because when a person made you feel like Iain made her feel, there was no way you could refuse a rare gift such as that. She pitied the people who could not find a person who made them feel so whole and complete, because everyone should have a piece of this. Teresa leaned down and kissed his forehead lovingly, her hands still on his face. “Lie down, and sleep for a little while, okay?” She offered, because she knew that if she didn’t make him sleep that he would pass out on her, and then she would worry all the more. For a moment, she moved away from him and walked into the kitchen, but that took only a minute and she was back with a glass of water, handing him the glass with a shaky hand, but she steadied it, biting her lip almost a little shyly. “I promise you’ll feel better after you sleep a little.” She nodded, letting her long blond hair fall around her shoulders, illuminating her face in a golden hue, as he eyes remained intently on his features. She thought for a moment, and she really was not willing to do anything that Iain didn’t want or was uncomfortable with, and even though he said he loves her, she still wasn’t going to push any boundaries. “Want me to lay down with you?” He face was open and honest, telling him that if he didn’t want her to lay down next to him while he slept, that would be alright with her, but that she would be more than happy to lay beside him, and feel as close to him as she could. [/style]

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[IAIN WYATT WILKINS]

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[style=width: 380px; text-align: justify; color: acacac; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; line-height: 90%;]His whole passing out thing was probably going to ruin the moment, so he was trying hard not to give in. Of course, it wasn’t really something he could help easily. No one really wanted to pass out. It wasn’t a function that was controllable, but Iain liked to think that he was trying and succeeding in it. What helped the most was when he was thinking about something else. Trying to ignore every single little body function that was seriously offended he was still awake instead of face down on the floor. It was screaming at him to do something else. One of Iain’s traits wasn’t being stubborn, but he seemed determined against his own body that night. All that mattered was the woman in front of him. There was no other way to put it. She had done so much for him and he did so little. The only thing he did was buy her the gifts he was able to with his small check. Even if she didn’t want the gifts. It didn’t matter to him. Iain didn’t know what else to do.

In any situation, he should have been standing up and helping her relax and calm down, but instead, it was the other way around. If he could figure out a formula to solve this insane reaction he was having, he might take it. This wasn’t the worse condition he had been in before. It was just the worse that he was in front of her. His childhood had been filled with moments where he felt like this (minus all the good feelings) and worse on end. But he could go on and on about that all day. This he wasn’t sure he could even begin to describe what all of this meant and what all of this was to him. He wasn’t going to lie- it did scare Iain. The unknown always frightened him. For a man that knowledge himself in the novels that he explored, there was few of human emotions he didn’t know of. It was different experiencing them though. Iain wanted to ask Tessa what to do. He wanted guidance or advice, but from what it appeared, she was just happy he was here. Which eased Iain’s mind a little bit.

Iain was half expecting a lecture or her to overly fuss over him much like a mother would do over their child. Instead, her soft blue eyes observed him and she gave him a quiet smile. Without another word, she grasped his hands and practically picked him up. He clung tightly to her, leaning on her, unaware of where they were going. An act on his part that was clearly showing something relative to trust. It occurred to him that he might have been extremely light to someone like an angel. For Iain- he never really called her a fallen angel. Or whatever the technical term was (he assumed the name the book from the young girl was filled with the correct terms and conditions). For Iain, she had always been an angel. To think of something so pure and wonderful to be ‘fallen’ seemed somehow wrong. He saw her wings ripped up, but he had a hard time it was for love. The heavens wouldn’t be that cruel, would they? After all- they had sent him her. About time.

Confusion was written plainly on his face when a bed was offered. Though despite all that happened, there was still some of the cautious Iain that was running around screaming with all these new things. Now, it was showing a little more. He had to repeat in his head that there was no harm in this. There was nothing weird in this. The part of him that wasn’t normal cautious Iain also thought that bed looked desperately inviting. A twinge of guilt also hit him. He came over there to claim his love to Tessa. Not for her to become his own personal nurse and see it that he was raised back to health. Still, she was able to guide him there and his body sank into the comfort of the covers and the mattress. ”You don’t have to nurse me Teresa….” He told her, trying to be reassuring, but the look of comfort on his face was very clear. His heart was starting to finally slow down to a normal pace and everything started turning into tunnel vision.

It didn’t take her very long to give him water, and unfortunately, he was only got bits of pieces of the soothing and reassuring things she was saying to him. His brain was starting to go. The only movement was to get the water from him. Water never tasted so sweet on his lips as he drank half of in a matter of a couple of seconds. He sat it next to the bedside- something he did in his own home. ”Thank you. You truly are wonderful.” He mused, giving a bit of a weak smile and finally started to fade off. Before he did, she offered to lay next to him. Iain suddenly felt timed with his response and had to give it quickly. If he thought about it, he might have said no, but as his eyes closed, he gave a single brisk nod and his body went down into a giant deep slumber.

When Iain woke up, sunlight was coming through the window, and he did not yet open his eyes. For a moment, he thought that everything was a dream, but this was not the bed he had been sleeping in for years. Currently, he felt the different thickness and feel of the sheets. His at home were very cheap and though well taken care of, were very useless on trapping in any heat. Now as he woke up, he felt nothing but warmth. And something else. Something he defiantly wasn’t use to. He realized he wasn’t alone. His eyes shot open. This probably never happened once in his life. Once he was awaken by his friend and another time, he woke up with stolen covers and Jude in a ball next to him, but this seemed different. His eyes darted around the room to take in every detail, but he did not yet make any moves. Very slowly, he turned his head to see a beautiful blonde next to him. He froze. Like she was going to vanish. None of it had been a dream. He had really driven himself past healthy to walk over here and say that he loved Tessa. Iain didn’t say anything, not being able to find his voice. His heart was thudding hard once again and he tried to ignore the good feeling in him. There was just something about waking up next to the woman you loved. It also made the man very nervous.

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[style=font-family: times; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-transform: lowercase; color: #989898; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;]1013 WORDS FOR IAIN omg all the fluff fbdjhdf DREAM [/style]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #6d6d6d;] [style=padding: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; height: 475px; overflow: auto; color: #1e1e1e;]Teresa felt comforted when Iain so willingly leaned onto her, held her hand in a tight grasp. It felt so real, like maybe she wasn't dreaming just this once. Heat radiated from her body from the happiness she felt inside in that moment. She would look after her Iain, who seemed to put more trust in her right now than he had anyone. Or she didn't think he would have. The thing was, she really didn't know much about his life. She had never wanted to pry, because she knew that he would open up when he was ready, and she would be open minded and completely willing to hear anything he had to say. But she was curious to the people he knew ... Family? Friends? Co-workers of any sort? Iain was not an open person, wasn't from the moment she met him, and she was still shocked that she had been able to call him her boyfriend at all, even though that term really does not express enough her feelings for him. However, right now she was more concerned in making sure that he gets his health back up, because she can't shake the feeling that this was her fault. The revelation of her being something not human, it would have been a shock, and if Teresa did cause for Iain to deteriorate into a man with skin on bones, who is about to pass out, well, the only thing she could do was fix it. When he told her that she didn't have to nurse him, she just smiled and shook her head. "I don't see this as nursing ... I see this more as taking care of the people I care about." She murmured, before bringing back the water to him that he seemed to so desperately need. When he woke up, she would be sure to fill him up with some breakfast, make sure he got some more meat onto his bones. Say what you want, but Tessa would do this for everyone she cared about, she was just a mother like creature like that, but with Iain it was always different. He was the most important thing to her, so she had to look after him, and she'd do it in a way that made him comfortable. She watched as he put the glass on the bedside table, so comfortably and that made her smile. However, her question about laying next to him made her nervous, because she didn't want to make him uncomfortable. Which she supposed she didn't, as he gave a weak nod and closed his eyes. She moved to slip in under the covers next to him, her bright blue green eyes on him as she shifted onto her side to face him. The peace she saw on his face while he slept was wonderful. She watched him for a long while, her fingers finding purchase in his almost black hair, bur up close you could see it was dark brown. Soothingly, she ran her fingers through his hair, in a very caressing motion, soft and tender, the smallest of smiles on her lips. After a short while, even Teresa gave into sleep. Her eyes closing and drifting off into something of a dreamless sleep. Really, she didn't need to sleep, but sometimes she felt the want of sleeping, and having Iain's warm body next to hers made her want to drift off, which she did. She had managed to remove her hand from his hair, because she didn't want to scare him when he woke up. It seemed like she was sleeping deeper than she thought, since she only sensed that she should wake up when she felt movement next to her. It took her a moment to realise that yes indeed, she was in her bed with Iain. She opened her eyes slowly, her vision resting on the male, and a smile lit up her features, since she was so genuinely happy to see him. "Good morning, Iain." She murmured. "Did you sleep well?" She asked. It almost seemed surreal, like they woke up like this every morning, and that thought made tingles run up her spine because she didn't know how much she craved it until now. Every morning to wake up to Iain's beautiful face, fall asleep next to him ... well, she hoped that that was more than a dream, but she knew there was no way they'd rush this. She wouldn't allow it. They got so far as 'I love you' and she knew that with Iain it should be baby steps, and she was willing to take them. Sitting up, Tessa moves her arms to put her hair over her shoulder, it having gotten a little messy from the pillow. She was glad that Iain could see her like this, how she had just woken up and not put anything on, hair unbrushed, all natural. She would do all that in a minute, but she was treasuring the moment as much as she could. However, Teresa wasn't sure how Iain started his mornings. Did he shower? If so ... she had no male clothes in her apartment to give him since she lived on her own. Well, better ask than wonder. "Do you want to shower or is that not something you do?" It felt a little strange asking such a question, but even these small things she wanted to know about him, morning habits and all. "I'll make breakfast." She told him, a smile lighting up her features as she moved to get up from the bed. She was still in her clothes from the day before, but she'd change in a moment, since she was pretty sure what she was wearing wasn't important in that moment. However, she was still facing him, her gaze on his features and she bit her lip uncertainly, hoping he didn't feel like he'd have to bolt or something. "How ... how are you feeling, Iain?" She asked, concern in her voice because he had been feeling so terrible the night before. [/style]

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[IAIN WYATT WILKINS]

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[style=width: 380px; text-align: justify; color: acacac; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; line-height: 90%;]Even her words echoed in his head through his dreams. Dreams that he didn’t think would happen because he was so deep in sleep, but it turned out to be quite the opposite. Everything that was said was being repeated. Who would have thought someone would end up loving Iain? Iain was sure that he was very hard to love. Everything was a slow game with him. She had to have unending patience. It was something that he had all understood from the beginning. That was why he had been so surprised that she kept close to him. Maybe just not wanting everything to crash after so long working for it. He wasn’t sure. Whatever it was, it was all luck on him. Iain actually didn’t’ really believe in luck or fate or anything that he would find in the stories he read every day. But if there was such thing, it had never smiled upon him until now. Until he was laying there wondering what had he done to deserve this. Surely there were things that he should have been paid back for, but he didn’t think that she was even too much. He expressed and named the feeling he had for her. He loved her. But now he wasn’t sure if he could express what exactly that meant. To what extent. She didn’t have a clue what she did for him. The boy was black and white. Always had been. She gave him color. Life. A life he never knew was possible.

Waking up to her was really nerve racking despite all of this. Is this what normal men felt like? He was perfectly aware of how most men thrived in society. It had never really appealed to him. For god’s sake, he was only alright with Tessa, he couldn’t imagine just every other time with another stranger. It seemed nasty somehow. Just dirty and unclean. Everyone should have known how Iain felt about any of those things. Surely they wouldn’t feel all that nervous during these times. That was probably just an Iain thing. She wasn’t awake yet, so he glanced away, feeling odd to have been caught looking at her. He was sure him stirring was enough to wake anyone up. His muscles ached from a night’s needed rest and staying in one place the entire time. The small length of his hair was stretched across the pillow as far as it possibly could, looking a bit like a guy with spikes. It wasn’t until she stirred next to him he looked back at her.

A smile appeared on her face as she looked back at him. He watched her sit up and have her hair everywhere. He wondered if his hair was similar. All of these covers with his clothes also felt very strange now that he was awake. As it always had been, Iain disliked clothes. The feeling of them draping on him like a curtain and now he was trapped under the clothes and the sheets. Yet, he figured it was rude to take off his clothes without a warning and in a frenzy state. Considering what position he was in as well also had to remain a factor. It occurred to him that he had been asked a question before she sat up. The morning voice was always a little rusty, but honestly, not a lot of people had been there to hear it. ”Morning. I uh, did sleep well.” He told her with a little unease. Despite him going to bed and resting, he felt his stomach clench and he peered at the empty glass beside the bed he managed to down before he fell asleep. His body still felt tired. Like it was sore.

Actually, showering was part of his usual morning. It was the entire showering somewhere else he had never been before. Still, he supposed waking up in a different bed entitled that the rest of it was going to be different. And he wasn’t sure if he could handle the day without showering. He would go weeks when he was younger. One of the biggest signs of an abused child, actually. So going without one day seemed haunting to him. It was a weird mental thing, but wasn’t everything with Iain? He too sat up, grunting to feel the aches he had from the previous night. Though he was hungry and tired, he did feel better. ”If you don’t mind.” and making breakfast? She was doing everything for him. Iain felt like he should contribute somehow. How to contribute was beyond him. What could Iain do that Tessa would like? That she wasn’t already taking care of already? Perhaps he would have to ponder and think while he was in the shower.

Iain made a soft smile at her. He was told once that he should smile more often, but Iain felt silly smiling all the time for things he shouldn’t have been smiling about. So maybe he could make a point to find things more often. He put a hand through his hair, already messing it up and making it stick in about five different directions. ”Better… Tessa. There anything I can do for you?” He asked, having a small idea. Not even sure if this was the right way to do things. Very unsure and a little awkwardly, he rolled more on his side and planted his lips on her. It wasn’t really much, but Iain wasn’t even sure what he was doing anyway. She always seemed to like that (and frankly so did he). He broke and stayed close to her, feeling like last night all over again. Even though last night was very emotional and all this was coming out on the table. This was more contained. She was able to take care of him. He knew that. He just wanted to know that he could take care of her.

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[style=font-family: times; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-transform: lowercase; color: #989898; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;]1076 WORDS FOR IAIN gah i can't even with these two! DREAM [/style]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #6d6d6d;] [style=padding: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; height: 475px; overflow: auto; color: #1e1e1e;]From the way Iain spoke, his voice sleep roughened, Teresa could tell that he was maybe feeling out of his comfort one and uncomfortable with waking up next to someone, or in another person's home. That made her face fall just a little but, but Tessa knew that she shouldn't have expected anything else. She didn't suddenly think that a confession of love would change everything, and Iain was still Iain and she loved all the qualities in him. She had heard it said that infatuation was when you didn't see a person's flaws, thought that they were perfect, but love ... love was seeing flaws and accepting them. Iain was flawed, but Teresa was no angel, as ironic as that sounded. She had many flaws herself and it seemed like Iain loved her despite them. Despite what he found out that day when he touched her scars. She didn't like to remember that she had them. They were dark and ugly all down her back, a place where memories of pain were held, but also memories of flying, and freedom and being able to protect someone. She missed being a guardian angel, but falling ... falling had been worth all the pain just to be here with a man she loved dearly. She understood that things would take getting used to for Iain, and she was willing to give him all the time he needed to adjust. "That's great, I'm glad you slept well Iain." She told him softly, licking her own dry lips. She was still a little surprised that she had slept, but apparently she had needed it. She nodded when he actually asked to have a shower, and she liked learning these small details about him. About his routine. Really, there was a long way to knowing all of Iain, but she would welcome all the details as they came. "Of course ... except I haven't got any clean clothes for you to change into." She took a moment to think, running a hand through her blond hair. "So, if you don't want to put these back on, I can wash them for you but you'd have to wear a dressing gown or something." She shrugged, her voice soft as she explained which basically said, take it or leave it, the choice is completely yours. She didn't want to do anything to make the human male uncomfortable. Slipping out of bed, she walked into the bathroom and opened one of the closets, pulling out a white towel and bringing it out, moving to perch on the edge of the bed when they spoke next. Iain said he was better, and that brought a relieved smile to Teresa's lips. But his next words made her tilt her head a little bit. Do anything for her? She frowned a little bit confused. "I don't think anything needs doing ..." She started, and the next thing she knew was Iain moving and his lips were on hers in a kiss. It wasn't a long kiss, it was short but just right, and she smiled at the dark haired male when he was so close. "You're doing more than enough, and it's my duty to make you breakfast while in my own apartment." She teased him a little breathlessly. Tessa was pleasantly surprised that he had kissed her so spontaneously, and it made her feel good about herself. Not that she'd ever doubt his feelings, she knew Iain would never say anything emptily, but it still felt nice. Like the first night that he had kissed her deeper than ever, touched her skin ... it hadn't ended well, but it had set her on fire. She moved her hand to gently touch his cheek, stroking the skin with the pad of her thumb softly, looking almost in wonder at him, taking in the contours of his face, the short facial hair, and his beautiful brown eyes. She leaned in, placing another soft kiss onto his mouth, before taking his hand. "Come on, let me show you where everything is in the bathroom." She told him softly, moving to get up off the bed, pulling Iain with her, still in the clothes he hadn't taken off last night. She had a feeling that she could get used to waking up to him. Entwining their fingers, she tugged him along, glancing behind her with a small smile, loving the feeling of their skin touching. She motioned to all the things in the bathroom, told him how the shower worked, where the shampoo and soap were, placing the towel on the lid of the toilet. "If you do decide you want me to wash your clothes, just leave them outside the door." She told him, also motioning to a white dressing gown which he could use if he decided that. It was white, nothing not manly about it. With a small kiss to his cheek, she eyed him. "I'll be in the kitchen once you're done." She told him, before leaving him inside the room and closing the door behind her. Moving back to her room, she took the time to make the bed, before changing her clothes into some jeans and an old t-shirt, leaving her feet bare. Teresa brushed her hair, tying it back into a ponytail before heading into the kitchen to make breakfast. She had to take a moment to come to terms that she hadn't expected to have this. Not even last night when Iain had come to her door, breathless and sickly looking. This didn't seem real, as she pulled out some eggs and bread to toast, cooking him a hearty breakfast English style. She worked almost mechanically, cooking came easy to her and it was far from a chore, especially when she considered who she was cooking for. Grabbing a couple of glasses, she poured orange juice. The only sound in the kitchen was that of a sizzling pan as she waited for Iain to emerge. Teresa in that moment felt so ... normal. Like they were any other couple. Iain knew so much of her dark past and he still wanted to be with her, and that struck her a little bit, made her chest tighten and consider how lucky she was. It made her miss heaven a little less, hoping that one day Iain would make her forget that she wanted to go back, because it was all worth it. [/style]

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