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Post by IAIN WYATT WILKINS on Mar 24, 2013 23:07:24 GMT
[style= width: background-color: 101010; 400px; padding-top: 5px; ][style=height:300px; width:380px; background-image:url('http://i.imgur.com/1fNufuD.jpg');] WE'LL CARRY ON,
[style=width: 380px; text-align: justify; color: acacac; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; line-height: 90%;]To say that Iain was a man of routine wouldn’t even covered how Iain did things. For a couple of long years now, he had been doing the exact same thing every single morning. The only time it really changed was that one time where Vaeda stormed in the house. Even the time before his visit where he really didn’t feel anything, he still did all of the things in the same order at the same time. Some people might have called that a rut and wouldn’t be able to live through that. His point of view was different though. Ruts weren’t as terrible as some people might have imagined. Iain didn’t find himself wanting to be entirely amused very often. He had little desire for a change of scenery and thought he was doing well for himself because of it. It was amazing how people underestimated the tedious work of a book credit, especially when people were coming up to him with the same story and different names.
So was this really throwing him for a loop? Yes. Did he mind? Not as much as he thought it would have. The first little surprise was still continuing to catch him off-guard, but he could feel his heart race only increase the way it did whenever he was around Teresa. Still, uncomfortable was uncomfortable. He wasn’t going to be risking not taking a shower just because the place was different, however. It was as if the girl kept a dirty place anyway. From what he was looking around, it was very nice and tidy. Probably not as spotless as his but no one’s place was considering the kind of time and effort Iain put into it. Almost an OCD thing though he was positive he hadn’t walked away with any disorders. Something that actually surprised him. As dark as his shadow was that followed him, that was the only thing he had to really worry about. Very fortunate for him, as it always could end up much worse.
Iain didn’t know if she slept, and he wasn’t sure he could ask. It was interesting all of the questions that popped into his head after knowing the truth about her. What she could and could not do. All of it was just based on his curiosity to discover another species. In the past, she had always seemed normal, so it wasn’t as if times had completely turned upside down for him. Just those little things that he noticed and wondered about now. It was rude of him to ask. He was sure she would love to answer, but that was because she was unreasonably kind. Especially after the things he said to her. Still couldn’t get over that, and he would be kicking himself for a long time. At her next comment, he blinked at her. Oh yes, clothes. Another reason society would be better off without them. ”That will work fine.” He nodded, seeing she didn’t mind for him to be running around in it. It would be an interesting turn of events, but with those two, what wasn’t?
Although even as he said that, he had to say that Teresa had to be the most normal and important thing that occurred in his life to date. It was a rumor going around saying to date much so that you knew what you really liked. Iain found that he didn’t think he would be able to beat her. Exception to the rule? Or just society making excuses on faults? Either one would work really. As Iain kissed her, he saw her face grin. That was the kind of reaction he was hoping for. Iain also remembered the night before things turned bad. He wasn’t sure where that would have ended off if he hadn’t touched her scars, but he was sure the pair would land in the same situation again. This time, he’d be a little more prepared. Or of course- as prepared as the man possibly could be. His black eyes darted over her features one last time before he managed to return that same smile. Smiling had always been a chore for him, but it was becoming much more effortless over time. He was trying. He was improving.
That was true. If she had been in his place, he would also try to make breakfast for her. It was the usual job of the host, or in this case hostess. Still, she was taking far more care of him than he deserved. He was lead over to the bathroom. Yes, indeed it was very clean. His eyes scanned the area carefully as he gripped onto her hand. It had been years since he showered somewhere else. He would have to get use to it. It was probably very casual for most people, but this was a large ordeal for him. She kissed his cheek and poofed. Iain looked down at his clothes, figuring that he needed to have them washed, but they wouldn’t be done by the time he got out. Dragging his shirt off, he placed it outside, and tried to navigate the shower. It wasn’t too difficult to figure out. Just different from his. Everything that he had been exhausted over the past weeks felt like they were being washed away. The new Iain who knew somewhat of the direction he was going. It was a surprisingly good feeling.
Iain put on the robe thing and looked at himself in the mirror, his wet hair covering his forehead and almost at his eyes. Iain was a pretty tall guy and very built, so this fit very interestingly on him. It was tight around his chest and very…. Short. He looked down. Well, he didn’t really liked clothes anyway, so this actually felt rather comfortable. This was also coming from the man who would walk around naked if it wouldn’t cause so many problems. When he walked out, he could smell the breakfast she had been cooking up. Something that was making his stomach turn and want some more. Very stiffly and a little awkwardly, he waddled into the kitchen, making a very fine note not to lift up his arms past his shoulders. ”Thank you for letting me use your accommodations.” He sat down and examined her work. He was practically starving, so he was making very good mental notes not to attack it. Just… slowly.
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Post by TERESA ALIYAH LEITNER on Jun 29, 2013 0:53:29 GMT
 [style=font-family: times; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-transform: lowercase; color: #989898; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;] 1004 WORDS FOR IAINterain feeelssssssssss 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 a relief at the fact that she could hear the shower running in her apartment, and that it was her Iain in there. She wasn't even thinking about the fact that he was naked, that was never what their relationship was about. It was about building trust and letting yourself close to a person. And Teresa knew she'd have to have patience with the dark haired man, yet, she was more than willing. Her heart swelled at the fact that he had come back to her. As she chopped some vegetables her mind was far from the cooking, it was on the fact that Iain still ... well, he loved her. He'd said so himself, and therefore she was accepted by him for what she was. She wasn't even human, but the things she had told him when they were together were all more or less true. She just withheld some information about years and the fact that her heart was no longer beating, though she suspected it wanted to every time Iain was close. She licked her lips and brushed her hair from her eyes, a smile on her lips because she was just so ... she was happier than she ever remembers being. And that was mostly down to Iain. God, she knew she would do anything for him, and she also knew that he was different from the people in her past, the ones she'd loved.
Once Iain had placed his clothes outside the bathroom door, she moved to place them in the wash, feeling a strange giddiness at the act. At the domesticity of it, of Iain's things mixing with her own. She was just finished cooking when Iain came out, and she had to admit that the sight had her laughing. God, he looked ridiculous in her little dressing gown, and she had never realised how short it was, because well, he was quite a lot taller than her. "You could probably go into modelling, with those legs." She teased light heartedly as she pulled out some bread from the toaster, putting butter on it. She didn't know how much Iain ate in the mornings, but she wanted to make sure he had enough to have energy for the rest of the day. She always worried. About him, about her friends. She couldn't help it, that had always been her instincts, a caring nature that needed her to make sure those she loved were okay, and this man right there was the person who had her heart in the palm of his hand. "Your clothes should be done in no time, though." She offered, knowing that they'd take a little longer to dry, but that just meant more time with Iain.
Teresa smiled at his words and shrugged a little. "Well, if I've let you willingly into the apartment, what's mine is yours." She tells him as she finishes off putting food on his plate, and a little on her own even though food technically had very little sustenance for her. She just liked the taste, and it's not like she could gain weight or anything. "That's the kind of motto I've always lived with, so you're welcome, but you don't need to thank me." She nodded as she placed the plate in front of him, as well as a knife and fork. "Do you fancy coffee?" She asks, because some people like it with their food and some like it after. Hell, she didn't even know how Iain liked his coffee. Tessa was determined to know more about him though, little by little, page by page, savouring the knowledge she got about Iain much like when she'd read a good book, and Iain was the best of them. A few moments later she moved to sit with Iain. His hair glistening while she knew that she looked less than perfect. However, she didn't feel the need to feel conscious, after all. Though she realised that he hadn't seen the worst part, the scars from where her wings were, he'd only felt them and that had been a terrible, horrible thing though she was almost thankful for it because she didn't need to hide the truth from him any longer. Teresa really valued honesty.
She didn't start eating just yet, but waved for Iain to start. The silence wasn't uncomfortable, but there was a sense that there were so many things unsaid between them, it was hard to know where to begin. "When I said that I loved acting, and had always done it with my family that was true. About a hundred and twenty-years ago, we would create little stages and show our father our talents. Of course, my sisters and brothers and I had a lot of disagreements about staging, but that was, as far as I can remember, the only time all of us would come together in such a united manner." Her voice was quiet, but her words were firm as she realised she wanted to share these little things with Iain, to make him understand that none of what she'd said to him, none of what he knew about her was a lie. "I don't really need to work, I have enough money saved over the years to be able to live comfortably, but I like the job and having something to do. It can get quite tedious ... and lonely." She smiled a little sadly, glancing down into her coffee cup for a moment. It was lonely, watching people around her die, and hell, as much as it hurt, she knew that one day Iain would be gone too. She realised that she'd probably want to go when he does, but there was still time before that yet. She licked her lips and stayed quiet for a few moments. "Do you need to take off right after breakfast, or can you stay a while?" She asks him softly, knowing that he would have things to do, but it was worth asking anyway. [/style] |
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Post by IAIN WYATT WILKINS on Jul 25, 2013 5:09:49 GMT
[style= width: background-color: 101010; 400px; padding-top: 5px; ][style=height:300px; width:380px; background-image:url('http://i.imgur.com/1fNufuD.jpg');] WE'LL CARRY ON,
[style=width: 380px; text-align: justify; color: acacac; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; line-height: 90%;]Of all the comments she could have told him, Iain would have never bet on that one. He expected the laughing, as he laughed at himself looking in the mirror. The ridiculousness of the robe was unbelievable, he admitted it. He was about to put his arms up as if in defeat, but he felt like that could be a really bad plan. So he kept his arms down. Then Teresa commented. As if he had never seen his own legs before, he looked down at them, also taking note to try to keep the robe as low as possible. Well, he supposed there were fined… There were many people who asked him (usually on a bit of a bitter note) if he knew so much, why didn’t he just write a book? Iain had considered that, but automatically feared the thought. Think if that book did well. Best seller. Suddenly he was surrounded by people he didn’t know, asking dumb questions. Grabbing for him and asking for his autograph or book signing. His face would appear in places. His father would recognize him. Go out to find him and finish the job. Chills had always gone up his spine. No. No, absolutely not.
So modeling was out of the question. Not that she had meant it seriously, but Iain of course had to consider it for the total of three point two seconds. ”Oh, they’d hate me.” He said with a sigh, shaking his head. Yes, another reason that wouldn’t work out. He couldn’t imagine getting along with anyone there, especially the photographer. Or his manager. Or whoever else he possibly worked with during that business. As far as he was concerned, it was a happy social job that required one to be perky, social, and happy. Iain didn’t feel like he needed to elaborate on himself why that wouldn’t work. He wouldn’t change his ways, as it made him safer from the evil out there, but sometimes it was difficult. As long as he didn’t think about it, he was fine.
He gave a bit of a shy smile as he continued to look around her place. That was an interesting motto to have on a place, he did admit. He could not say the same for his place, but those that were welcomed into his home understood that without having to ask. Although with Teresa, he didn’t picture himself particularly annoyed by that concept. Odd. It was amazing what one night of bonding and confessing did to him. It was as if trying for her wasn’t as hard as it used to be. No. No, it was better, much better. Iain would still keep up some of his old habits. Buying her gifts even though she insisted on not. Looking around helped too, as he knew now a little more of what she had and didn’t have. All quiet observing. Taking mental lists in his head, habit after reading a page and not writing things down right away. Had another way of remembering it.
Of course he needed to thank her. What kind of person would walk into the house, get the treating he was getting, and not thank her? Still, she was too humble for her own good. Iain couldn’t believe that he had let something as simple as a species get in the way of that thinking. He actually still had no idea what it meant to be a fallen angel except she fell and that’s all there was to it. ”Oh please.” Iain hadn’t liked coffee to begin with, but after he spotted all the business people having one, he felt like he needed one. Plus, the smell was a bit of a comfort. Coffee in the house meant that his dad wasn’t drinking and was trying to recover from the night before. It meant he was safe. Though the taste was bitter, he got used to it, and found that he usually needed that extra boost in the morning. Tessa thought of all the routine stuff for him, didn’t he? Even out of his zone. ”You are far too kind Tessa.” He mused lightly, giving her that shy smile he was wearing earlier. Huh, he seemed to like the feel of this one.
Iain didn’t expect her to start with a kind of backstory. He looked up at her. Truly, he was interested and very curious to where the love of his life came from. It did put him a bit of guilt to not have any stories back. He felt like if he said them out loud, it’d make them worse. He also had this irrational thought in his head. Would Tessa think differently about him? It was a big part of him. She might have reacted in a certain way. Iain didn’t want that. Right now, things were perfect and he didn’t want a thing to spoil it. Perhaps some stories he was able to share. Except he was afraid he’d somehow slip. As he listened, he was almost shocked. Brothers? Sisters? Plural? Coming from a family of one sister, that sounded like a lot. ”You… you didn’t get along with your siblings?” He asked, uncertainly. Also coming from the person who his sister was the only person he could really trust. Fully, trust.
The lonely hit him harder than it should have. Iain had been that way. All his life. His entire life from beginning to end had been. He couldn’t imagine someone immortal… wait, he hadn’t considered that. He fidgeted a little bit. The thought of her staying the same age forever while he grew up somehow felt selfish of him. ”So you… you live forever?” He asked uncertainly. There was nothing that he felt that changed. It would be more of something to look at for the future. Out of everything, one did have to admit that Iain never really worried about the future outcomes. He worried about the past and the present. But was never looking ahead with worry. Could one imagine? Just another thing to worry about. Regarding Tessa, maybe one day he could… oh he didn’t know how. It wasn’t like he could do it the way she did. Iain put the idea at the back of his mind.
Unfortunately, duty called. ”I’m afraid I must… leave after breakfast.” A saddened expression. He also would prefer to have his usual clothes back, as comfortable and soft as this robe was around his shoulders.
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