[OPEN] A game of tag

[lilliane sinclair evans]

Her eyes flew open as his hand wrapped around her arm. Her first instinct was to fight, but she swallowed it as she realized he wasn't trying to hurt her. Seeing the ghost of a smile on his lips brought a smile to her own, pleased she had settled him some.

When his arm draped over her she muffled a startled yelp. She didn't know what she had been expecting, but this was not it. Laying there wondering what to do, she decided to go with it. Some small movements ended her up on her side, her back against his chest. It was so soothing to be close like this. She entangled her fingers in his and closed her eyes, letting sleep finally come to her.

[tybalt rogue maychester]

Tybalt slept soundly, not dreaming the rest of the night. He woke in the morning with a yawn, fingers tangled in Laine's, arm holding her close.

Groaning tiredly he carefully unwrapped himself and drew the blankets up over her sleeping form as he stood, slinking into the room and flipping on the computer and dropping into the chair, pulling up a search engine and beginning another search to no prevail.

[lilliane sinclair evans]

Laine awoke to the cold once again. She was used to it, but in the groggy stages of having just woken up she felt like something was missing. Rolling over she realized what it was when there was not another body there. She bolted upright, afraid something had happened to Tybalt. She flung the covers off and stood, hurrying out into the hallway, looking both ways. The light in the computer room revealed where he was though and she padded in that direction, rubbing sleep from her eyes. Without thinking she rested a hand on his shoulder and leaned in his direction. "Find anything?"

[tybalt rogue maychester]

Tybalt looked up at the hand against his bare shoulder. "No," He mumbled, flipping off the screen and leaning back with a gusty breath of defeat. He rolled his shoulders absently, then ran a hand through his hair before gently removing her hand so he could stretch. He was clueless about what had happened in his sleep.

"Mm, you got coffee?" He mumbled, yawning a moment. He glanced around the room for a moment, tired brown eyes gazing back at her.

[lilliane sinclair evans]

She felt a wave of despair when he admitted he had had no luck. She felt his muscles move as he rolled his shoulders, marveled at them. When he moved her hand she let it fall to her side, limp. He wasn't acting any different, which meant maybe he didn't know about the kiss. On one hand, she was glad, because she doubted he would like the thought of his attacker getting cozy with him, but on the other hand, if he knew, and was acting like this, then maybe he didn't hate her.

She shrugged, "I'm sure I've got some somewhere. Come on." She turned to leave, pausing when he looked up at her. Gazing into his sleepy chocolate eyes she felt the urge to kiss him again, but just turned on her heel and left instead.

[tybalt rogue maychester]

Tybalt got up, scratching at his jaw and thinking back on last nights dreams briefly. They were always a jumbled mess, always taunting him about his past. He rubbed a knuckle over his ring finger, then scratched at his chest briefly.

Stepping into the kitchen, he hauled himself onto the counter, watching her in appreciative silence.

[lilliane sinclair evans]

She riffled through her pantry, pushing past the tea and hot chocolate she seemed to collect, feeling proud of herself when she found the coffee. The smell of it almost knocked her on her ass when she opened the container and she smiled like a cat that found cream. Turning back to find him on the counter she frowned slightly, but let it slide.

Scooping coffee grounds into the machine she gathered sugar, and found an old thing of creamer. She set it to run and sat at the table, seeming to watch the pot, but really watching Tybalt.

[tybalt rogue maychester]

Tybalt didn't seem to notice her frown or his slip in manners. He had been raised well despite his rough around the edges attitude and the trouble he got into in high school. But everybody had their flaws, right? And he had plenty. Unaware of her gaze, he tapped the heel of a socked foot quietly on the counter, playing with a bracelet he had forgotten to remove upon stripping down to boxers the night before.

It had been too eventful yesterday, and he was still getting over the most of it, but perhaps had a little more understanding. He could see the supernatural making odd things fit together now. He just wished he knew who his father was, wished he hadn't been lied to.

He phone buzzed on the counter with a call and he flipped it over, frowning at the number. But he picked it up anyway. "The fuck you want?" Anger and agitation almost instantly. "I told you I'll have the money okay? I'm not going to lose my damned weekends with her, I have it." He slammed the phone down on the counter, working his jaw as he stared at the opposite wall. He wouldn't admit it though. That she had broken his heart...

[lilliane sinclair evans]

She watched him with quiet earnest. She was fascinated with him on so many levels. As she watched his phone vibrated, gaining his full attention. When he barked at the voice on the other end she jumped in surprise. His anger was brought on so quick. She listened as he spoke, her heart dropping at the anger masked pain in his voice. It must be the girl's mother.

When the phone was slammed down she was up the second after, approaching him as one would a wild beast. "How much do you need?" She felt the desire to throw money at him, to make it all better for him. Plus, anything that could keep him indebted to her, keep him around, sounded good to her.

[tybalt rogue maychester]

Tybalt glanced her way a moment, then towards the wall again in shame. "Two hundred more.." He mumbled. "Child support this month empties every last dime from my pockets," He admitted.
"She was supposed to go to college and a good high school, you know?" He kept his eyes on the wall. "She's only two, and I've already fucked everything up." Swallowing, he slid off the counter and towards the coffee pot.

"Coffee's done," He mumbled, the muscles in his back tense with his strained emotion.