[OPEN] A game of tag

[lilliane sinclair evans]

She listened to him move about, but made no move until she caught the smell of smoke. She stalked over and pinched the cherry between her thumb and forefinger, ignoring the slight sting of pain. "Not in the house." She pointed to a door in the living room and headed towards it herself. She opened it and waited for him to follow. She did not smoke in the house, and would not allow him too either, no matter how she felt about him.

[tybalt rogue maychester]

Tybalt glanced up in surprise at her sudden reaction, shrugged. He left the snuffed out cigarette between his lips, mumbling a gruff sorry and clearing his throat. He followed without complaint though after pausing to close the window again, leaving it as he had found it and scooping his phone off the table, sliding it into the pocket of his pants.

[lilliane sinclair evans]

Once outside Laine slipped her cigarette case out of her shirt pocket and lit one up, offering the lighter to Tybalt. She stood in silence for a moment, trying to gather her thoughts. She didn't look at him as she spoke, sure that if she did she would lose track of what she wanted to say. "I'm sorry for all of this Tybalt. I never should have attacked you, never should have even spoke to you that day at the park." She was better alone, using people for money and food. When she got involved with people emotionally, it ended in tragedy. John should have taught her that.

[tybalt rogue maychester]

Tybalt lit up again in silence before passing the lighter back. He leaned up against the wall, taking in a long breath and slowly letting it out, watching the tobacco smoke catch the breeze.

He shrugged faintly. "Don't worry 'bout it.." He mumbled. "Isn't like it changed anything I was already dealing with, just tossed on a bit of a second load."

[lilliane sinclair evans]

Laine smirked at him while she smoked. "Well never mind then. I didn't realize being attacked was such a little thing. Nobody let me in on that secret when it happened to me." She wanted to tell him she had almost kissed him instead of trying to drain him, but weren't things awkward enough?

Tybalt was so different from anyone she had ever met, but in reality, anyone she met was usually with the purpose of feeding from them. She didn't like to become attached. In fact she was only attached to one person on any level and that was Damian. He was a whole nother story though, and her feelings for him where not like the ones she was developing for Tybalt. She looked at him out of the corner of her eye, just watching.

[tybalt rogue maychester]

A smirk passed his lips. "Baby, I've been to Hell and back," He drawled sarcastically. It wasn't aimed rude towards her though, and ehile he never looked her way, it was still clear as his lips twitched up into the faintest of smiles.

"Everything I did just, turned around so fast. Women and the court." He scoffed. "No offense. But really. What dies she do, and she takes my daughter away. Takes my money and my pride." He shrugged a bit. "Leaves me on my knees picking for change so she can raise a daughter she doesn't want a thing to do with."

[lilliane sinclair evans]

"I could kill her for you." She had a look on her face that said she was honest, but the faint smile said she wasn't. "I've already told you, I'll do whatever you need to help." To hear that the mother was doing this just to rub it in Tybalt's face made her lip curl in anger. Nobody should be put through that. She couldn't imagine something like that, much less doing it. Then again, having children was out of the question for her. She was barren because of her affliction.

[tybalt rogue maychester]

Tybalt worked his jaw. "Kill her, no," He huffed, a faint smile teasing his lips. "I already have enough problems in court.." He ran a hand through his hair, taking a last drag on the cigarette and snuffing it out, flicking the butt of it aside. He had worked throgh it rather fast.

"I'm fine right now, just gotta get through the week is all, pay what I have to and start over again."

[lilliane sinclair evans]

She didn't look at him as she reached out and laid a hand on his arm in a comforting gesture. Her heart was in her throat, afraid of how he would react. Because of the fear words burbled from her tongue like a river. "You don't have to start over. I told you, I can take care of it. It's not like I'm hurting for money, not like I need even a tenth of what I have stashed away. Use whatever reasoning you have to so it keeps your conscious clear, but just let me help."

[tybalt rogue maychester]

Tyablt gazed over at her as she touched his arm, briefly hesitant. "You don't have to give me your money.." He insisted. "I've been able to get by this long, it's okay, alright?"

He shrugged, but didn't bother remove her hand as he looked around thoughtfully.