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nosuchthingasfate It had been awhile since Allison had found herself in a man's bedroom. The last time had been near the end of the relationship with Scott, when they had been fighting desperately to hold onto what they had in the face of everything that was conspiring against them and trying to pull them apart.
Elijah's bedroom looked nothing like Scott's though. His room was dark colors and elegant sophistication, not the room of someone between kid and adulthood. Elijah's room wasn't pieces picked out by a motherly figure but everything that he liked and had chosen on his own. Standing there in his private sanctuary, Allison had a little more of a glimpse at the mysterious, enigmatic man who was resting nearby. She wanted desperately to snoop but following him for two weeks had pressed her limits of delving into a man's privacy. She didn't want to push anymore and upset him.
Especially not when he was most likely feeling just a bit off kilter after being bitten and lost in fever induced dreams while she tended to him. She had a feeling that he wasn't a man used to admitting weakness or giving too much of himself too freely, no matter what the situation was. And playing nursemaid to him had been a strange and intimate situation for two people who still didn't really know much about each other. The noble vampire and the huntress.
"We make an odd pair, don't we?" She mused out loud, looking over towards his bed. She could feel the restless energy rolling off of him and she knew he was fighting not to lunge to his feet but she wouldn't let him. She had even threatened him with a smile. All of which he had taken in stride and with a tinge of wry amusement. Maybe because he was still too weak to really argue with her and he was holding himself in check because of what the weakness meant.
"You haven't fed." She remarked then as she moved towards him, deciding to press into his privacy just enough to sit on the edge of the bed. "You need too, don't you?" She saw the flicker of his lashes and the way he clenched his jaw in response which was enough of an answer for her.
Shifting then, she pulled a hair tie from her pocket and went about the task of gathering her dark curls into a haphazard bun at the top of her head. It was a quick fix to pull all the hair out of the way so she could expose the elegant curve of her neck to him then. A few tendrils had escaped but she tucked them back impatiently, maybe to hide just a bit of the nerves she was feeling at the moment though she was tucking them back too with a pure sense of will.
She didn't know how to phrase it then as she looked at him but she figured the a straight forward approach was best. "Feed on me."
Elijah's bedroom looked nothing like Scott's though. His room was dark colors and elegant sophistication, not the room of someone between kid and adulthood. Elijah's room wasn't pieces picked out by a motherly figure but everything that he liked and had chosen on his own. Standing there in his private sanctuary, Allison had a little more of a glimpse at the mysterious, enigmatic man who was resting nearby. She wanted desperately to snoop but following him for two weeks had pressed her limits of delving into a man's privacy. She didn't want to push anymore and upset him.
Especially not when he was most likely feeling just a bit off kilter after being bitten and lost in fever induced dreams while she tended to him. She had a feeling that he wasn't a man used to admitting weakness or giving too much of himself too freely, no matter what the situation was. And playing nursemaid to him had been a strange and intimate situation for two people who still didn't really know much about each other. The noble vampire and the huntress.
"We make an odd pair, don't we?" She mused out loud, looking over towards his bed. She could feel the restless energy rolling off of him and she knew he was fighting not to lunge to his feet but she wouldn't let him. She had even threatened him with a smile. All of which he had taken in stride and with a tinge of wry amusement. Maybe because he was still too weak to really argue with her and he was holding himself in check because of what the weakness meant.
"You haven't fed." She remarked then as she moved towards him, deciding to press into his privacy just enough to sit on the edge of the bed. "You need too, don't you?" She saw the flicker of his lashes and the way he clenched his jaw in response which was enough of an answer for her.
Shifting then, she pulled a hair tie from her pocket and went about the task of gathering her dark curls into a haphazard bun at the top of her head. It was a quick fix to pull all the hair out of the way so she could expose the elegant curve of her neck to him then. A few tendrils had escaped but she tucked them back impatiently, maybe to hide just a bit of the nerves she was feeling at the moment though she was tucking them back too with a pure sense of will.
She didn't know how to phrase it then as she looked at him but she figured the a straight forward approach was best. "Feed on me."
