[OPEN] A game of tag

[lilliane sinclair evans]

She looked away, ashamed. Before she had shown up in his life he was at least sure he was human, and that monsters weren't real, ut she had ruined all of that. She stood up and held out her hand to him. "Why don't you sleep on it? Rushing into this kind of conversation could have dire consequences." She had had this kind of conversation with her master, after she had bled her first human. She could still cry at that point in time, and tears had cleaned a path in the blood that decorated her cheeks as she screamed at the older man that night so many years ago. She shook the image from her head with distaste. Best not let Tybalt become too aware of her past.

[tybalt rogue maychester]

Tybalt took her hand almost absently, standing. He had tried to sleep on it, and hoped this time he would be a little more successful. Sighing, wariness was settling in with his lack of sleep. Maybe she was right, rest could do him good.

He drew in a quiet breath and ket it back out slowly, realizing how unclothed he was. He hadn't given it much thought, hoped it didn't bother her too much.

[lilliane sinclair evans]

She let her hand slide from his as he stood, and rubbed absently at her other arm. Her eyes looked everywhere but at Tybalt, not wanting him to see her ogling him, so openly wanting him. She had since she had first laid eyes on him at the park, but she had ruined that when she tore his throat open. "Um, you can use my bed again. I'll take the couch, maybe use it this time."

[tybalt rogue maychester]

Tybalt shook his head silently, stretched. "It's your bed. We both use it or I sleep on the couch," He insisted, currently indifferent either way. He wouldn't admit his wariness to her, that touch just moments ago having startled him, much less the idea of sleeping in the same bed with her. He just wanted sleep at this rate though.

He was exhausted, and wanted to forget about all of this for at least a few hours.

[lilliane sinclair evans]

Shocked would be a good word to describe Laine's emotions right now, maybe stunned. As much as she wanted him to say something like that, she had not expected it. "Um, if you're sure." This would be interesting. She would have to sleep on the edge of one side, since it was a smaller bed. Plus, at least he wouldn't try and cuddle for warmth. Since no blood flowed through her veins she was only as warm as her environment, so he would be warmer just under the blankets on his own side. Not seeing a way out of it she walked past him, towards the bedroom. Might as well get this over with.

[tybalt rogue maychester]

Tybalt shrugged indifferently, dropping onto the bed with a gusty breath. He ran a hand through his hair, kicking the already tossed blankets aside and sliding under them, pulling them back up over himself again. He curled up, facing away on his side.

He was utterly exhausted. Within a few minutes he was asleep, arm falling limp, hanging off the bed. He twitched faintly in his sleep, clearly not one to sleep easy.

At some point in the night he rolled onto his back, cheeks damp with tears, not an emotion he would show publicly in the waking world.

[lilliane sinclair evans]

Laine crawled into bed first, showing him she would do what he wanted. She stayed on her side though, not crossing the middle of the bed that would put her too close to him. She laid there on her back, listening as his breathing became even, relaxed in sleep as he was not while awake. Pulling herself up to sit with her back against the headboard and her knees pulled to her chest, she watched him sleep.

She lost herself in watching his chest fall and rise with every breath, eyes darting every so often when he would twitch. When he rolled onto his back and she saw the wetness on his cheeks she leaned forward, allowing herself an intimacy she would not have indulged in while he was awake. With gentle strokes she wiped away his tears with the pad of her thumb, looking down at him, wondering if she dared to kiss him. Would he wake? Would he know?

[tybalt rogue maychester]

Tybalt stirred faintly at the touch on his cheeks, lips parting, and he drew in a softer breath but did not wake. His fingers moved a bit, tightening around the blankets before easing up. Whatever dream he was having was not enough to wake him, but enough to make him cry.

His body relaxed again, and he touched at his bare ring finger, perhaps searching for something in sleep.

[lilliane sinclair evans]

Laine pulled her hand back quick as a snake when he stirred. When he did not wake she leaned forward, placed her hand on his cheek, feeling the stubble of a beard rubbing against the palm of her hand. The movement of his hand did not go unnoticed, and she looked down at the finger he was touching, curious as to what he could be looking for. A wedding ring? Had he once been married to his little girl's mother? Why had it ended? Pulling her eyes back to his face she marveled at the perfection, the handsome set of his jaw, the way his hair fell so perfectly. She would have almost mistook him for one of her own if she did not know better. Finally making up her mind she leaned forward, pressing her lips lightly to his own.

[tybalt rogue maychester]

Tybalt eased up at the kiss, his searching actions falling to an end. His hand found her arm and he drew in a breath, stirring faintly again. A faint smile graced his lips and he stopped moving around so much, turned onto his side and draped his arm over the body next to him.

He had grown used to sleeping around, had not wished for the drama of another relationship while only nineteen and dealing with a two year old daughter. But the feeling of someone next to him, even in his sleep, was settling.