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waiting a lifetime for your touch

Crawford sat at the table in silence. He was waiting on a blind date that his friend had set up for him, and of course he was early. Still, he hadn't expected to be dreading it this much. He wasn't that excited about it simply because he was so used to being alone and liked it that way. He didn't think he deserved to have anyone because of all of the terrible things that he had done. He was more fit to be alone for eternity. It was easier that way, too because half of his friends would be gone in a matter of decades while he would still be here roaming the world. It was just a fact that he had to live with, and one he had come to terms with long ago. But he had promised his friend that he would go on this blind date and he never went back on his word.

He had gotten to this expensive restaurant about twenty minutes early, but it was now ten after. He wondered if he was being stood up, but it wouldn't matter either way because he was going to eat some food either way. This was one of the most prestigious places in Manuka to get into. The only reason he had gotten a reservation was because he had known the owner for thirty or so years. She just happened to be immortal like him, and they got along fairly well. She made amazing food and even better dessert and he was more excited for the food than the actual date itself. It might seem a bit harsh, but he didn't know a single thing about the girl that was supposed to show up. It was literally a blind date. If she was blind, it would be a little overboard with blindness, but he wouldn't mind it in the least. 

He had had patients of all kinda throughout the years, including blind ones and he found that a lot of the time they were more different than what people usually thought. They were kind and gentle and cautious, but he knew a few who thought the world was against them and were angry at everything. He understood why they were so mad. Their entire lives were changed in the blink of an eye from some kind of tragedy that couldn't be changed so of course they were upset and sought him out for help. Being a therapist was his calling. He helped those who were depressed or angry or clueless to see the brighter side of things and to finally see that they are so much better than the way they view themselves now. Helping those people have a better life made it easier to sleep at night (if he actually needed it).

Finally a woman walked towards his table that caught his eye. She was headed straight for him, so he could only guess it was his blind date. He stood and smiled at her before thanking the hostess for bringing her. "Hi, I'm Crawford. Please sit," he said and pulled out her chair for her to sit in. He went to his own and sat. "Sorry. I ordered a drink already. Wild you like some wine or something to drink?" 

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[DELANEY ELYSE TATE]

And your lust is just

convenient now

This entire thing had been stupid, spur of the moment. It was an act of angered revenge that clearly wasn’t thought out very well. Laney didn’t know why it was so important that she pissed him off, but it was. At least that had been the thought when she agreed to go on this blind date. Now that Laney had had time to think it through though, she realized how dumb her choice had been. It was likely that this wouldn’t even meet the goal she intended it to. Why in the world would the werewolf be pissed that she went out with someone? It wasn’t like they had any sorts of ties to each other. The most had been angry hate sex here or there and that was about it. As far as Delaney knew, that constituted nothing but a bad decision. Laney was rather good at making those.

It was only a point driven home by the fact that when Delaney had popped into the apartment, he was with another girl there. It was really Laney’s fault for deciding to materialize into his apartment whenever she wanted, invitations be damned. It was a habit she had formed over the past couple of months, one that she had thought he had gotten used to. Evidently he hadn’t or he didn’t give a single fuck about it. Otherwise, Laney wouldn’t have poofed in on him and some random chick. Luckily she had had the sense to not turn solid and she doubted he even knew she had seen what she had seen. Still, she wanted to get back at him.

Now though, now Laney was realizing that he clearly wouldn’t be upset or he wouldn’t have been with some other girl. In fact, he was probably happy that Delaney was out of his hair for a while. If anything, this whole little stint would only become an annoyance to her and an awful night for the poor sap that had been roped into being the other half of this date. It had been that thought that made Delaney hesitate while she was getting ready, trying to decide if this was really worth it. It’d probably be better if she just stood him up and they could both be on their merry way. But Laney had already committed to it so she was going to follow through.

Laney was late and was in quite a mood by the time she had gotten to the restaurant. She had barely acknowledged the hostess after she told her where her date was sitting and gave just about the same recognition to said date. The ghost had paused to stare at the pulled out chair, unaccustomed to guys doing such gentlemanly thing for her. Typically, she would have entered a snarky comment that somehow made fun of the guy for acting as such, but she somehow couldn’t bring herself to do it, slightly touched by such a gesture. Oh Lord. If she was going to get so sentimental, this was going to be quite a night. Shaking her head slightly, Laney slipped into the seat and instantly picked up the menu, barely hearing the guy’s introduction or his question. She ignored him for a moment or two, deciding on a drink and then waving down a waiter to order it. With that taken care of, Laney turned her attention back on her date. “Laney,” she said, unable to actually come up with an eloquent way to introduce herself. Well whoops.

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He wasn’t sure what was going to walk through that door, but when the blonde walked up to him he couldn’t help but smile. she was stunning. And the red just made her look bright and beautiful. Usually when people set their friends up on dates they had something wrong with them and they were either crazy (which he didn’t mind one bit since he dealt with crazy every day) or they had just gotten out of a relationship. This girl seemed nice though. she had this sort of scowl on her face that made her look like she would rather be anywhere but here, but he was okay with that. He understood not wanting to go out on a blind date since he felt almost the same. But he liked to think that maybe something good could come out of tonight. If you went into a situation thinking that you were going to have a terrible time, in most cases it was exactly what happened. So he kept his mind open and even at her curt manner, he smiled.

He looked at Laney, as she called herself, and nodded. “Have you been here before? I hear they have wonderful food.” He was bad at making a lot of conversation so he hoped that she would do a lot of talking. He liked to listen to people talk about things. In a lot of cases he would just vision what they said and pretend like they were telling him a story. If they asked for advice on something he’d tell them his opinion and be done then encourage them to keep talking. He didn’t have a lot to say anyways. He was too old to share his more traditional opinions with people today because they were all so modern. If this wasn’t the twenty first century, he would fit in much better. It was perhaps why he couldn’t get a date on his own—not that he was even trying.

Crawford preferred life alone. It was so much easier to be alone than to have baggage to look after (because, yes he kind of thought of relationships other than the ones work related to be something like baggage). Though he had had a love once before and it was one of the happiest times of his life. Still, he didn’t know if that would ever happen again. it was highly unlikely and very improbable. Some people went through life never finding that one person that they could love eternally though, so he should find himself lucky. But he couldn’t help but think of all of the things he could have done differently with her. there was a lot in his life that he wished he could do differently though. many, many things.

The waiter came by the table and asked if they were ready to order, and Crawford looked at Laney. He hadn’t expected her to be so quiet, so he had no idea if she was ready or not. But he knew what he was having, so it was all up to her. “I am,” he said and smiled at the man. He looked back at Laney and raised his eyebrows in question.

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[DELANEY ELYSE TATE]

And your lust is just

convenient now

Oh, this poor guy. Laney would say he was in a “wrong place, wrong time” sort of situation. As much as Delaney could be snarky and rude, she hated putting people in awkward situations like that, especially if they weren’t asking for it. It really wasn’t fair for either of them. Neither one of them would have a good time if Laney continued to feel sorry for herself and Crawford would have to miserably sit there until they made it through dinner. The ghost had already gotten herself involved in this situation, so why not make the most of it? She could do that as long as she pushed away all the other thoughts of worry.

Besides, he had a nice smile and Laney had always loved nice smiles. If the girl wanted to lie to herself, she’d say it was a much better smile than the stupid, cocky grin that a certain werewolf often made, but for some reason she couldn’t get herself to believe that even though she really wanted to. Regardless, it was a strong enough smile to push thoughts of the irritating Trent out of her mind, at least for the evening. She’d make sure that the two of them would have a fabulous time if only to stubbornly prove to herself that she could. First, she’d have to apologize though, something the ghost wasn’t used to doing but would have to suck it up and do it.

“Nope, never been,” Delaney answered, a winning smile on her face. She had to be as sweet as possible to try to erase her earlier grouchiness. “I’m sorry about my less than friendly introduction. I had a lot on my mind.”There. Laney could say she apologized and they could continue like nothing happened. The girl glanced down back at the menu, trying to figure out exactly what she wanted. Alcohol, definitely, even if it didn’t do anything to her. It was just a comforting thing for her to have around. But food? There were so many options and Laney couldn’t decide. She didn’t eat all that often – side effect of being a ghost and all – and she had zero clue of what she should actually eat.

It didn’t seem like she had all that much time to wait, though, seeing as how the waiter had suddenly appeared asking for their orders. She motioned to Crawford to go first in response to his questioning look. After he ordered something that Laney was only half listening to, she picked something at random off the menu and told the waiter. Now that was done with. All they had left was the hard part: conversation. Delaney didn’t dread small talk, but she wasn’t all that great at it either. And what were the supposed to talk about? As far as Laney knew, she had Crawford had no common interests. Maybe there were some, but she didn’t know. She had to be cautious about what she said, too, so she didn’t accidentally offend him. So what was there left to talk about?

Maybe a neutral topic, though none came to mind. Finally, Delaney decided to go with, “so what made you want to go on a blind date?” Probably not the right thing to ask, but oh well. Id he had recently gotten through a rough break up or something, it’d most likely be a sore topic. However, the blind date was the only thing that they currently had in common and it was the only thing that came to mind when Laney was trying to think of a conversation starter. Hopefully, he had only gone on this date out of boredom or because he hadn’t dated for a while. Something along those lines.

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waiting a lifetime for your touch

Crawford was used to all kinds of different people. In fact, he liked the variety of his patients mostly because he was always in for something new and exciting. Laney seemed like the type of woman who would know how to be the loveliest woman you had ever meet, but she had that way about her that suggested that she could easily kick your ass if she needed to. It was amusing to say the least and he felt the longing to get to know her even more that he had when first setting eyes on her. She just had this intriguing sense about her. It wasn’t her curtness that made him smile a little, though that was part of it. Instead, it was that she apologized quickly afterwards.

He had known one patient who apologized for everything—literally. Once, just to see if it were true, Crawford coughed loudly and excused himself from the room, and his patient apologized for Crawford’s coughing like it was something he did. An interesting case, but one he couldn’t think about too much without getting a little agitated. He couldn’t stand people who said they were sorry for no reason at all. He’d rather someone be a man about it and not be sorry for who he or she was or what they did or said. Crawford hardly ever found himself apologizing for something he did. However, there was one era in his life that he was most regretful about. He almost never talked about it though. It hurt too much to think about.

So instead of thinking about his past, he took a sip of his water and nodded and smiled back at her. She did have a pretty smile that was certain enough. “I hope you like French food then or else this was the completely wrong place to come.” Being from France himself, he knew that this was the best place in town to get his hometown food. Even though it wasn’t nearly as good as the restaurant a few blocks from the Eiffel Tower, it was good enough to make Crawford come back.

“It’s quite alright,” he said calmly and took another sip of his water. After the waiter came and went, he leaned forward and placed his forearms and rested them comfortably on the table. He chuckled a little at her question and replied, “Honestly? It was a favor for a friend. I don’t really like the whole… dating thing.” Mostly because anyone I start to date will eventually figure out that I don’t age and I don’t I would lose them soon. “How about you?” he asked.

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[DELANEY ELYSE TATE]

And your lust is just

convenient now

Delaney was starting to think this could actually be an enjoyable night. It had been a long time since she had been on a nice date. When you worked at a bar, you pretty much got hit on by scumbags or cheap, dirty guy who expected sex if you shared a six pack of beer and a pizza with them. She couldn’t say the hunters she had worked with were really all that much better than them either. And well after that, being dead kind of put a damper on things. Laney never really felt right dating, since she wasn’t technically alive and it wasn’t fair to someone looking for a serious relationship so she stuck to one night stands when she knew the other person would expect nothing else out of it.

Crawford though, was being a complete gentleman and that was an entirely new experience for Laney. While she still had that lingering feeling of guilt for not really being able to be in a relationship, it was being overshadowed by the possibility of having a nice night. So she could laugh and joke along and for once enjoy an evening. It wouldn’t matter tomorrow, would it? “French food is absolutely delicious,” Laney replied. She had had touches of French food when she was still alive and living in Louisiana. Now she was sure it wasn’t as good as authentic French food at that it probably had its own Louisiana twist, but she couldn’t imagine that it was all that different.

And luckily Delaney’s question hadn’t made the atmosphere awkward or uncomfortable between them. If Crawford was offended by the question, he didn’t show it. With his response, Laney felt the rest of the guilt ease from her conscious. Neither of them was really looking for a long term thing, so that meant they could both just have fun tonight, right? No worries or strings attached. Just two adults out for a night and nothing more. So Laney smiled back at him, until came his question. Sure, she could make up some sort of response about how she was also going out to make a friend shut up and stop forcing her to, but she didn’t feel like tainting tonight with more lie than she actually had to (because guaranteed, she’d have to later if more personal stuff started to come up). Instead, she’d just give him the truth and sound like an awful person.

“It’s completely horrible,” the ghost started out. “But I was trying to get back at someone.” Laney didn’t really want to go into details, knowing she’d have to tell too much of the story in order to get him to understand it. Hell, she didn’t even know if she understood the weird relationship she and Trent had, in all honesty. She picked up her water glass and swirled the water around in it before putting it back down again. Laney wasn’t going to say any more, but suddenly felt herself wanting to spill it to Crawford anyway. He just had that air about him, like he’d listen to anything you felt the need to tell him. “I wanted to piss the little fucker off, but now I just feel stupid.” She shrugged, like it was no big deal, stopping herself from adding how she thought she probably cared more about said stupid fucker than he did about her, but that was entirely false. Laney didn’t care any more about him than he did of her. It was neutral. Neither cared at all.

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It had been a while since he had actually ever been on a nice date. He usually stayed to himself, mostly because he didn’t really think that he deserved to have company like this. He tortured himself with his past sometimes as a sort of punishment for his actions because he still felt guilty for everything that he had done, even after all this time. Killing your own charge, even by accident was the worst thing a guardian could do. He should have died along with her, but God had spared him for some reason. Crawford still had no idea why on earth He would do something like that, but he was grateful every single day for his life now. He wished he had someone to share it with, but he didn’t deserve it and he knew that. Laney on the other hand, she did deserve it. He could tell already by how quickly things began to turn around that she was a good person in pretty much every sense of the word. The woman was also gorgeous; there was no denying that.

Crawford smiled at her and pushed his hair out of his face as he sat back in his chair. He wondered how long it had been since she had last eaten the delicious French food. It had been a while for him. Though he knew how to cook like a five-star chef, he hardly ever found himself wanting to for some reason. He loved to cook and he should probably do it more often, but he really didn’t even need food to survive. He could go his entire life without anything to eat or drink, but he’d still do it out of habit. Just like he breathed out of habit. Besides, not breathing would freak people out, and he really didn’t want to bring attention onto himself. He liked being in the shadows more than in the spotlight, being behind the scenes instead of the lead in a play. But that was also why he was a good therapist. Not talking about his life was something he was good at. Listening to others was his best attribute. He could do it for hours.

Crawford raised his eyebrows in surprise when she told him that she was only getting back at someone. “Trying to make someone jealous, are you?” he asked with a small laugh. He took a sip of water before he asked, “If I might ask, what did this person do?” he was quite interested in her story and wondered how far she would go to get back at someone. Laney definitely didn’t look like the kind of girl you would ever want to mess with unless you were asking to get in some trouble. He crossed his hands on the table and leaned forward. He nodded and smiled gently. “Well if you ever need any help with pissing him off, I hear I can be quite good at that.” Crawford knew how to get under people’s skin when he really wanted to. He read body language for a living and he imagined that because Laney was going to such lengths to make this man mad, that she’d do a lot more than that. He wondered how far she actually would go, what she would do.

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[DELANEY ELYSE TATE]

And your lust is just

convenient now

At least Crawford didn’t think she was a completely awful person because Laney was pretty sure she was sounding like one. At least she’d be hardcore judging herself at this point if the situation was reversed. What kind of person told their date they were basically going out with them to try to get back at some jackass? At this point, Laney was happy she had gone out with Crawford and it had nothing to do with getting back at Trent. At all. Crawford was turning out to be quite the gentleman with a good sense of humor. Honestly, she couldn’t have expected better out of someone she had just been set up with.

In fact, he didn’t even seem offended that Delaney had basically just said she had started this date out with the sole reason of using him. He was even willing to go along with it and if that wasn’t a sign of a really laidback dude, then Laney didn’t know what was. “Yeah,” Laney admitted, laughing a bit herself. “Sounds kind of juvenile but.” She shrugged her shoulders and played with the straw in her drink. It wasn’t often that Delaney felt embarrassed, but now was one of those times. She basically just demonstrated how shallow of a person she was to Crawford in a matter of moments and the ghost was pretty sure that had never happened to her so quickly.

It seemed like it wasn’t going to stop there though, since Crawford asked exactly what this person had done and it wasn’t like Laney could just blow off the question. “I walked in on him with another girl,” Delaney said. Now that she was saying it out loud, she felt absolutely ridiculous. She knew that Crawford didn’t know what Trent was like, but Laney did. Them living together (or well, Laney bumming in his apartment) and occasionally having sex didn’t mean anything, especially to that wolf. The ghost didn’t know why she let herself think it could mean anything other than entertainment for Trent, but she wasn’t about to admit that to Crawford or anyone else, really.

She honestly had to say his next statement surprised her. This was exactly what she meant about Crawford being a really cool guy. Instead of him instantly judging her, he was going to just offer helping her. “You know what? That actually sounds fabulous,” She agreed, smiling slightly. But the more Delaney thought about it, the more she realized that her wanting to get revenge on Trent was pretty much saying his opinion actually mattered. It didn’t and it shouldn’t. In all honesty, she should just cut any thought of Trent out of her mind and enjoy her night.

That was exactly what Laney was going to do. Trent didn’t have to be apart of it if she didn’t want him and she definitely didn’t. “He’s not even worth talking about though,” Laney told Crawford. “I’d much rather just let this date actually be about the date. You seem like a really neat guy to get to know.” All of that was entirely true. Why not make something that might’ve started out with bad intentions turn into something good if it had the potential to? Laney had never been a big believer in fate or the saying “everything happens for a reason,” but she thought maybe just this once those could hold some truth. She was lucky enough to have Crawford be the guy on this date, after all.

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Crawford had always loved a sense of tenacity and adventure in a woman. It made for a much more exciting relationship, even if it were only just a friendship. His friend, prior charge, Lea was one of those women that he had been so fond of. He had always loved that she was spunky and funny when she didn’t even try to be. This young blonde girl seemed to be similar in that, but different in so many ways. It was entertaining to listen to her talk and if he could he’d do it all day. But Crawford had always loved to listen. It was what had made him such a good therapist even before he was certified. And Crawford could never think actions done out of, say, jealousy were juvenile, as Laney put it. He had done many things out of spite and hate and they were all a hundred times worse than going on a blind date with a man. So he applauded her a little for not doing something irrational like he had done. Yet another thing he admired about her already.

“No, no, I didn’t mean it like that,” he said laughing a little with her. “I would probably do the same to be honest; if they meant that much to me.” Crawford had yet to find a girl worth his time making jealous. He knew eventually there would be one for him, but he wasn’t looking. Frankly Crawford didn’t think he even deserved someone still because he was punishing himself for his past doings. He couldn’t help but do it since every day he thought to his past purposefully and made himself hurt for what he did to all of those poor people. One day he would need to just let that go, but today was not that day.

Crawford sat back in his chair and raised his eyebrows in slight shock. “Oh wow,” he said. He had almost seen that coming, but didn’t think it was true. But, he thought about it, they weren’t dating technically so he had free range of any woman he wanted, right? It wasn’t like Crawford to ever be that way, but from what some of his patients and a few of his close friends had told him, if you weren’t dating you didn’t have to be attached to that one person. He had had a similar relationship at one point with Lea, but they had come to an agreement beforehand to not get too attached because they were neither ready to settle down nor ready to stay in one place, and both wanted to go different directions in their lives. “I’m sorry to hear about that.” Crawford took a small sip of his drink and decided told her that she could use him to piss the guy off. Even if he saw it from this other guy’s perspective, it seemed that Laney was hurt enough by it to make him jealous, which meant she actually cared a lot more about the guy than she put off, though Crawford would never verbally point that out. He nodded at her response. “Just tell me the day and time and I’ll be there,” he smiled.

“Alright,” he responded. Crawford leaned his elbows on the table and crossed his hands over top one another. He thought it was good that she wanted to veer away from the subject of this man she was somewhat seeing, though he doubted she saw it that way, and got onto the actual date. Crawford shook his head almost stubbornly at her acknowledgement that he was interesting because all he saw himself as was a monster trying to make up for his past. But thinking about it that way only made him think she could have been right. “I’ve lived long enough to get that quite often actually,” he said. “But I really hate talking about myself. I’ve always been the listener, you know,” he informed her. “And I’m a shrink now, which makes my job that much easier,” he said with a small grin. “What is it you do?” he asked.

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[DELANEY ELYSE TATE]

And your lust is just

convenient now

Wait, if he meant that much to her? Laney found herself making a face at that comment before remembering that she should try to be a little bit politer. Oh well. It seemed like Laney was going to act like a child – pretty much how she had been acting this entire date – and if that didn’t scare Crawford off then the man had the patience of a saint. “Let’s get one thing straight,” the ghost started. “I don’t care jack shit about that man.” She didn’t. If she told herself that enough times, it would become true. Laney was already partly there, anyways. Trent’s little stunt tonight had helped that. It had been a big refresher, reminded Delany exactly why she hated him so much. She had just lost sight of it for a little bit. “I can’t let him one up me. You could say that neither of us like to lose.”


There. That was a good enough reason in Delaney’s mind. And it was the true reason, or at least most of it. The two had just always been like that, competitive to the core. Both were too stubborn to let the other best them, even just once. That was what had gotten them into this mess in the first place, after all. The very first time Laney came back as a ghost to bother Trent, they had started a dumb competition and kept upping the stakes to the point of ridiculous. Everything just went downhill from there as a mistake turned into a bad habit.


Laney couldn’t blame Crawford for mistaking it as caring though. She figured in a functioning couple (and no, they weren’t a couple or anywhere near that), the primary reason for trying to make someone jealous would be because you cared. That just sounded backwards to Delaney, but that was what people did. The ghost couldn’t just expect that Crawford would instantly know that whatever Trent and Laney had between them was twisted and messed up and down right awful. Laney doubted he had ever talked to anyone in a situation like hers. There probably weren’t many people out there who got killed by a werewolf, only to come back as a ghost and start having sex with said wolf.


But it was okay though. They didn’t have to talk about that anymore. He was going to be officially out of her mind for the next couple of hours. There was a guy sitting across from her that was handsomer than Trent, even if he didn’t have the wolf’s ugly swamp green eyes and dumb, slightly curly hair. No, she’d tell herself that Crawford was more handsome. If she took a poll, people would agree with her. Especially when he smiled. It had been awhile since Delaney had seen a smile that wasn’t a smirk directed towards her but a genuine grin. That was something that she could get used to.


Delaney listened intently to Crawford, still thinking he was much more interesting than he apparently thought himself to be. “You’ve lived long enough?” she questioned, thinking that sounded weird coming from the mouth of someone who seemed so young. “You don’t look a day over twenty,” Laney teased, though there was truth to that statement. Honest to god he looked like he could’ve just gotten out of college. But a shrink? That took time to earn that degree, but Laney would still peg him as a 20 something. So that statement now had her interest.


Though it didn’t hold it long since Crawford then decided to ask about Laney. God, if he thought he wasn’t interesting, he was going to think she was a downright bore. There was nothing going on in her life. What was she going to tell him? ‘Yeah. Well I’m technically dead so I’m not really making any plans with my life. I spend my time pretty much ghosting around Manuka, except for when I fuck my killer.’ That would go over super well, she could tell already. “I uh…I don’t really do anything, actually. Looking for a job,” Laney lied, thinking that sounded better than the truth. She did feel guilty about lying – which was a first – but Crawford had been nothing but genuine with her and it kind of made her feel like an awful person.

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Crawford grinned widely and let a little laugh escape his lips when she told him that she didn’t care about this Trent man. The way she seemed to say it made him woner if she was telling him that, or trying to tell herself that so that she would eventually believe it. He simply nodded though and raised his glass to her. “Well then here’s to not giving a shit about him and enjoying our evening together,” he said and clincked his glass to hers. He took a sip of his drink and set it down on the table. Crawford raised his eyebrow at her and wondered what exactly she meant by him one-upping her. He asked, “What do you mean one-upping you?” and inclined his head as a small grin spread actoss his lips. He wondered if the two had some sort of game between them where they would see whos one night stand or boyfriend/girlfriend of the moment was better. The challenge that would arise from it seemed like something Laney would be good at by the way she told him she wouldn’t let this boy one up her.

He liked a sense of competitiveness in a girl. It was something he didn’t have much of himself, and wished he had more of. But Crawford had never been very open to competition and crushing his oponent unless it was in actual battle. Even though he couldn’t die unless he was fighting another angel, he still didn’t want to be made a fool of and did his best to end the match quickly and without too much pain. He was a good fighter though e didn’t boast, and he knew that he could protect people now with his abilities instead of just hurt them like he used to.

Crawford wondered if Laney had ever hurt someone—other than probably Trent, who he was sure she’d knocked around a few times for the sheer fact that he could be a douche (which he had simply guessed that was true seeing as she didn’t much care for him). But Laney had this way about her that made her seem like she was just the loveliest person in the room. While she cursed and had at first not seemed pleasant at all, now with this bright smile and gorgeous eyes, she seemed like the kind of girl every guy dreamed of. She didn’t look like she could hurt a fly.

His cheeks were dusted with a light pink blush when she said he didn’t look a day over twenty. He ran his hand through his hair and smiled. “That’s very sweet of you to say,” he replied, not being able to hold back his grin. “I should look about 26 though I feel like I’m much older.” Crawford had an odd feeling that Laney knew of the supernatural world, but didn’t want to say anything because if she didn’t their date would be ruined and it’d be because he was wrong about a tiny little thing like that.

One reason, among very many, he had become a therapist was because he loved listening to people. He liked being the person who people could let all their emotions out on, whether they be good, bad, frustrated, anything. He liked having the quality that let people feel comfortable around him enough so that they could open up to him. Most of the time people did end up talking to him though there were always some who took much longer. Laney seemed to be one of those people who would take longer to open up to him than others, which he didn’t mind.

“What kind of job would you like? If you could choose any at all?” Crawford knew a lot of people in Manuka. He could probably help her get a job that she’d enjoy and be good at. If he could do this for her, it would make him glad, and if not, then he’d at least try to help her out one way or another.

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[DELANEY ELYSE TATE]

And your lust is just

convenient now

The ghost could hardly believe the stupid werewolf was having such a large presence in this date. Delaney had done this to make him mad, true, but the main goal had been to forget all about him. She wanted to prove to herself that while they had been around each other more recently and in a way that Laney would’ve never guessed, it didn’t mean anything. So what if they had had sex a couple of times or a lot of times. Laney still planed on killing him the moment she got the chance to. That had been the whole point of all of this. Revenge. To fail now would be too much for Laney to handle.

At least Crawford didn’t seem like the jealous type that got pissy the second another man was mentioned, Laney thought as Crawford clinked their glasses together. In fact, he seemed to be a pretty good listener. It had taken Delaney until now to realize this, but she was actually pretty lonely. Who did she have in this world? Trent? There were some random others who knew her, but considering the fact that Delaney could be invisible at well, the total number of people who even knew about her existence were very few. Those that knew her tended to hate her, so it left Laney pretty much by herself in the world. She hadn’t had a chance to just sit and talk to someone about life with. Crawford was the first and Laney had to say she liked the change. “We’re both pretty stubborn. Whatever he does, I have to do better. You know, that dumb kid stuff.” And well, it was pretty true. Neither could stand the thought of the other winning. Ever.

Maybe that was why Laney was starting to like Crawford so much. He was Trent’s complete opposite in every way. A perfect gentleman, a wonderful listener, and an all around good person. He was even blushing, for Christ’s sake, which Delaney found over the top adorable. She had always thought blushing on a grown man would look ridiculous and yet, here she was being proven wrong. Throw in that grin and the ghost really had no clue how this man could still be single and on a date with her. “Never would’ve guessed 26,” Laney said. Something about what he had said though got Laney curious. Crawford had said he should look 26, not that he was 26. Sure, she could be reading far too much into it, since she had been commenting on his looks, but still. After you learned about the supernatural world, you could never be too sure about anyone until you gave them a straight answer.

Not that Delaney was looking for that answer, mind you. Honestly, she didn’t want to know. The ghost would rather pretend none of that existed, that they were on a perfectly normal date because they were both perfectly normal people. That was all she wanted out of tonight, she had decided. Besides, Crawford was too sweet for her to chase him away with a question like that. “I bartended before moving here. I do miss that,” Laney admitted. She hadn’t really stopped to think about it, but it was another part of her life that had disappeared after Delaney died. Despite the sleazes who tried to pick her up and the drunken messes that some people turned into, she had really liked spending her nights doing that.

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Crawford never understood men who felt uncomfortable on dates when their company started talking about another man. He always thought it to be quite interesting the way a woman would talk about someone they knew, whatever their sex might be. It showed him a possibility of the way she would talk about him in the future should he have even a little bit of an impact on her life before she went out with someone else. He thought that was a possible scenario seeing as the date itself was going well so far. He was enjoying himself more than he ever thought he would since he had never really thought blind dates were all that great. But his friend had done a pretty damn good job with this one because he had already enjoyed himself this much and the night was only starting.

Knowing Laney was stubborn didn’t surprise him. He could tell from first meeting her that she was a stubborn one. The way her mouth set in a hard line when she had first seen her told him she didn’t want to be here in the first place. She was probably doing this to return some kind of favor for whoever had set her up tonight. Crawford smiled a little at Laney who was explaining a small portion of her relationship with Trent, saying she had to do everything better than him. A small thought in the back of his mind wondered if that also included sex, but he pushed it far away. “It sounds like an exciting relationship though,” he said and took a sip of his drink.

Growing up, Crawford never had many people to play with. He was a single child and a lot of the kids his age thought he was weird. He had a few close friends, but their relationships were never ones where they were very competitive with each other. Crawford liked to see other people happy so if he had to, he’d let someone else win without telling them he threw the game. He didn’t see much point in winning everything because it was simply impossible to do, so when he did win something, whatever it was, he was humble about it. He had always been a humble person anyways and he didn’t want to be one of those over-the-top people when he achieved something.

Crawford smiled at Laney. “Thanks. I mean it’s always good to look younger than you are I suppose,” Crawford, while for the most part did stop aging at 26, had had such a difficult and stressful, guilt-ridden life after falling that he had seemed to age even more. A lot of people thought he was in his thirties now, which was perfectly alright with him since he was actually 1200 years old.

“An old friend of mine owns a bar,” he replied. “If you wanted, I could ask her if she has any openings?” Crawford had known Lea since before he could remember. He had seen her in the ‘20’s before seeing her again here in Manuka. They had both settled down here around the same time and got back in touch quickly. Their relationship was a wonderful one and he adored Lea to no end, just as she felt the same. If Laney wanted help getting a job being a bartender, he could easily ask and he was sure she’d let Laney have the job. It was just a matter of whether or not she wanted his help.

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[DELANEY ELYSE TATE]

And your lust is just

convenient now

The ghost was starting to get the feeling that Crawford was a one of a kind sort of guy. Maybe it stemmed from the fact that Laney only seemed to hook up with assholes and always dated jerks and Crawford was far from either of those categories, but she doubted that was the reason. She had never met someone as sweet and as unpretentious as Crawford was and she couldn’t help but think that this was genuinely him and not some front he was putting up for the sake of a blind date. He wasn’t one of those men who acted nice until they realized they weren’t going to get what they wanted. Normally, there was some telltale sign that tipped you off and Laney wasn’t getting that vibe from Crawford.

It was basically the whole reason that Laney went from not wanting to be here to being so glad that she had gone in this date in about 10 seconds flat. If Crawford had turned out to be like a certain werewolf she knew, she probably would’ve stood back up and walked right out of the door. She couldn’t deal with a second Trent; one was enough of a handful. Two would drive her absolutely mad. But with some sort of luck, she had found someone who was Trent’s opposite in just about every single way. Things literally couldn’t have played out more perfectly if they had tried. She really was enjoying herself a hundred times more than she had thought possible.

Laney jokingly made a face at Crawford’s comment, thinking that if he knew even half of, he wouldn’t have classified it as interesting. It’d be more near the realm of messed up as fuck. But of course he didn’t, which was a good thing. Delaney hadn’t really thought about it before, but she wasn’t sure she could even begin to explain everything about their so called relationship without sounding crazy. She typically wasn’t afraid of being judged, but something like that was an entirely different ballpark. What would it say about her, having sex with her killer? 50 different shades of fucked up.

At least he didn’t have to know about all that shit. It was a first date, after all. You didn’t spill that baggage then. Especially not when Laney was maybe mildly obsessing over Crawford’s physical appearance. When someone looked that handsome, it was hard not to. “People always do want to look younger,” Laney agreed. People always seemed preoccupied with not wanting to age, with wanting to stay young and fit and beautiful for forever. The ghost had been one of those people before she was killed. She used to tell her father that she wasn’t going to age past 21, which clearly had happened. But now that she was actually dead and permanently stuck at 24, she didn’t think she’d mind aging. Wanting what you couldn’t have and all of that.

As if Crawford had to go and prove how good of a person was, Crawford was offering to help her find a job. Normally, Laney didn’t like to accept help. She was more of an “I can do it myself” kind of girl, even since she was a kid. Asking for help was admitting you couldn’t do something on your own and that was something she never like to believe. But Crawford was so sweet that Delaney couldn’t image he was offering to help for any reason other than being a good person. “You’d do that for me?” she asked, though she really already knew the answer. The ghost would have to make a mental note to do something to repay him the favor.

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waiting a lifetime for your touch

Crawford would have guessed that she went after the “bad boy” type right after her mentioning Trent. He didn’t seem at all like the kind of guy she should be going for, which was exactly why she was probably attracted to him. Though he couldn’t be sure that there was more than a roommate situation going on there, he could tell that Laney thought something of him or else she wouldn’t have brought him up in the first place. Opposites attracted and if Trent was what she said he was then the two would likely be attracted to one another at least a little bit. And it wasn’t as if he was upset about it. You couldn’t necessarily help who you were attracted to, it just happened.

So far he was definitely attracted to Laney. She seemed like a smart and funny young woman and when she was being herself (or what he thought was probably being herself) she seemed like a nice girl. She had dropped the attitude and started actually opening up, which was something Crawford was good at getting people to do. Being a psychiatrist made it easier for him to read people and understand them better and help them with their issues and life problems. Crawford liked his job and most of the people he met. It was always interesting to meet new people and try to understand their lives and what they were going through. Crawford was a listener to a fault and found himself always wanting other people to hold the conversation because he wanted to figure them out. It wasn’t that he was bad at keeping up a conversation, but he liked to listen more.

“They really do,” he said. He had been on this earth for so long that he had almost forgotten how old he was. The only reason he remembered this year was because it was 1200 and he didn’t have to do the math to figure it out. Because he had no idea whether or not Laney was aware of supernaturals or even one herself he couldn’t very well tell her about how old he was. Hell, he could be her some odd number of greats grandfather and not even know it. Though that was highly unlikely seeing as the children he had had with his wife had died so long ago without any kids (to his knowledge at least) so the possibility of her being related to him at all were substantially low.

How had that come into his mind? he wondered. He shook off the thought and put himself back into the conversation. Crawford wondered if Laney ever got anything handed to her. By the way she reacted to him telling her he’d talk to Lea about a job made him think that she in fact didn’t and that she worked for everything in her life. It made him respect her a little more, but he chuckled despite himself and nodded. “Of course,” he said simply.

The waitress came back and asked if they were ready to order. Crawford had all but forgotten about eating and picked up the menu to do a quick search for something good. He asked about what her favorite thing to eat was and tried to give Laney some extra time to look at the menu and finally decided on the waitress’ favorite dish. When they were finally alone again he took a sip of his wine and smiled at Laney.

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[DELANEY ELYSE TATE]

And your lust is just

convenient now

Honestly, Laney wasn’t quite sure what she had done to deserve meeting Crawford. He’d be right in assuming that the ghost’s usual type was the “bad boy”, or in simpler terms, assholes. She didn’t know what was wrong with her. It was like she was just biologically wired to go after guys who would only end up hurting you. Like she somehow subconsciously believed that those were the only guys acceptable for her to date and the only ones who’d actually give her the time of day. Right before Laney had died, one of her goals had been to fix that perspective of herself. Of course, she had never had the time to and after dying, Laney didn’t really see the point in it. You couldn’t really pursue a relationship when you were dead, right?

Except now Laney was rethinking that. Realistically, she knew she couldn’t actually date someone. Not long term at least, because it wouldn’t be long before someone realized she was a ghost and it’d inevitably freak the other person out to no end. But maybe Delaney could handle short term relationships with nice guys, otherwise eternity would get rather boring. At least, that was what Crawford was making Laney want. She liked him, she really did, and it hadn’t taken long for her to realize it. He was unlike anyone that Delaney had ever met and it was a shame she hadn’t met Crawford until after she died. Then again, her being dead might’ve been the only reason she was actually here talking to Crawford instead of writing him off as some cheesy pushover.

She had been so wrapped up in their conversation that Laney had absolutely forgotten to pick something to eat. The ghost didn’t really eat often, considering the fact that she didn’t have to and often found the act to be more trouble than it was worth. If she didn’t have to keep up appearances, then she usually avoided eating because there wasn’t a point behind it. But it’d look a little weird if Delaney went on a dinner date and then didn’t eat anything. She glanced at the menu again, though her brain wasn’t really processing the words. Instead, Laney ordered the same thing as Crawford and handed her menu back to the waitress.

The ghost wanted to get to know Crawford more, and that was exactly what she was going to try to accomplish between now and the time their dinner came. She felt like she had been accidentally monopolizing the conversation. It was just so easy to talk to Crawford and it had been awhile since Laney had someone to talk to. She was finding it hard to shut up. But she also didn’t want to come off as some rambling, self-obsessed girl because most times, Delaney didn’t talk about herself this much to anyone, really. “So what brought you to Manuka?” Delaney asked, actually curious. It seemed like everyone had their own reasons to be here and more often than not, Laney had realized it had something to do with the huge supernatural population here. Of course, she wasn’t assuming that was the reason Crawford was here.

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