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Post by Vey, on Oct 29, 2008 18:21:16 GMT -5
It seemed they were both back to normal- if either of the teens could be called such. Two pairs of eyes had returned to normal, and two savage wolves had been pushed back down to place they could sleep for now... For now. Io noticed that Izzy had gone for another coffee, and she wondered vaguely how many cups of the stuff he drank a day. She preferred latte's and more girly coffee, but being mostly penniless, survived without the wonderful addiction.
Without a word, she followed him into the living room, pausing momentarily at the threshold. The room she was looking as was enormous, and she couldn't help but wonder how many other rooms could fit in the house next to this. At no time in her life had Io seen a sitting room this grand, and with an equally amazing couch. It looked so soft, so warm, she wished she could just curl up in its' depths and sleep forever. But, careful to remain professional, she merely took a few dainty steps and sat quietly down on an end of couch opposite of Izzy. Something told her not to be too close to him at the moment.
He asked her what she'd like to know. Io wasn't exactly sure she knew, even. She had just found that the couch was even more comfortable and inviting than she had originally suspected, and was momentarily lost in the softness. Eyes closed, she imagined what the beds in the mansion must be like, if the couch was this incredible. Even if they were better, Io figured she would just sleep on this couch- She paused in her thoughts. That would involve staying. The thought crossed her what she would do if she left- go back to the streets, look for a -different- lycan? What were the chances of that?
She took a deep breath and opened her eyes again. "I would like to know about you." She said quietly, not entirely sure he could even hear her from this part of the couch. When Io got nervous, her voice either got loud and she rambled on and on, or she got quiet as a mouse and refused to talk more than necessary. The latter was taking effect now. That and the warmth of the couch was making her sleepy... Her recent nights had not been so restful, staying at the cheapest motel she could find, or just on a park bench. This was like a cloud, and her eyes drifted closed again, rendering Io half-asleep.
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Post by +.Henry.+ on Oct 29, 2008 19:23:31 GMT -5
Half of Izzy’s mouth lifted up in a smile as he watched Io and her interactions with the couch. Obviously she thought it was comfy. She should try the beds. But then his expression fell, for he knew she probrably hadn’t been sleeping in the best places lately. She certainly didn’t look like she had. That reminded him. He’d have to get her some new clothes. Hers looked like they had been through World War I. Maybe they had. He didn’t know. But that would have to happen later. At her question, he let out an inward sigh. Hell, that was a broad topic. He’d been around for over three hundred years, so you can imagine all the crap he’d gone through. They’d be there for decades. Not to mention half of his life wasn’t exactly fun and games. Oh well. He’d start off a bit easy.
“You look tired,” he observed, looking her over. “I will tell you some things tonight, but then you must change and sleep.” He positioned himself more comfortably on the couch, picking up the coffee mug and taking a sip.
“As I already mentioned, my name is Ismirshalen Linnaeus… I was born in Oxford, England, so long ago I wont bother trying to remember. I never knew my parents, and lived in an orphanage most of my life… Never got adopted. I left when I was around 14 or so, and traveled around the world a bit…” He paused, taking a sip of coffee with a pained expression on his face. He looked unwilling to go on. “One night at a hotel I was bitten, and I killed the man who did it.” Though that sounded gruesome, it did not seem like that would be enough to make this guy look like he had been shot. It was obvious he wasn’t saying something. “I wandered around some more, then came here…”
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Post by Vey, on Oct 29, 2008 19:39:10 GMT -5
Io's eyes twitched lazily open again as he started to speak, and although most would be frightened that this man had killed before, Io was comforted. She wasn't alone, although she already knew he must have, whether accidentally or not, it was nice to hear it from his own mouth. The ouch, his voice, the warmth and safe feeling of the house, was making it hard for Io to keep her eyes open much longer. After this bit of information from Izzy, though, she felt inclined to share some background on herself. At least before she fell asleep- the lycan knew she would, soon.
Stifling a yawn, she opened her eyes a bit wider and snuggled a bit deeper into the couch. "I was born in Germany, as you already know. It was the early 1900s, I've forgotten the exact year. I lived there for awhile, but moved to england. When the Nazis took over, my parents were killed. I joined their forces for revenge, grew in rank, and was bitten by a lycan officer. I killed many of them, and left for england again." It was a depressing speech, but Io said it with a casual tone, if only a little sadly. She had long since accepted what had happened in those times.
Her eyes drifted down wards again, and she slipped off into sleep for mere moments, in which time a scene from that past presented itself to Io.
The letter trembled in her hands, the one that told Io of her parent's death in Germany. She crumpled it angrily with one fist and threw it in the wastebasket. This was an older-looking Io, back when her name was Ann Darlene, and was just a normal girl living in England. She stood abruptly, and left the small flat she lived in, knowing she would never see it again.
And it ended. Io's forest green eyes blinked open, and she tried to pretend that she had been awake in the minute or so that had passed during her dream. She needed sleep, and Izzy was offering her this place to stay. "I don't want to be a bother..." She mumbled drowsily. "I can leave.. if you.." She paused to yawn, and the went on. "If you want me to."
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Post by +.Henry.+ on Oct 30, 2008 19:49:16 GMT -5
Ismirshalen listened to her story with no expression on his face. He either was really blank as paper, or he was good at hiding his thoughts. The latter option must have been so, because if it were the first option you might as well eat him in a salad. Not to mention, he wasn’t growing roots.
“Is there ever a happy story when it comes to those of our kind?” he asked, though it seemed directed to no one in particular. The black-clad man sipped at his tea, staring off into space. Most likely thinking about things that weren’t really meant to be. The sun was now shining more brightly through the windows, signaling day. Who cared. Not him. And apparently neither did Io, because she seemed to be more of the nocturnal sort anyway. Izzy was an all-dayer. He ran on caffeine. And when he did fall asleep it was usually in the middle of pouring himself a new cup of coffee. Smart.
“Do not think you are intruding upon my life,” he told her, looking serious. “What I live does not deserve to be called that. Do you wish to stay there, or sleep in one of the bedrooms?”
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Post by Vey, on Nov 4, 2008 18:22:34 GMT -5
Somewhere in her half-asleep mind, Io registered the fact that Izzy had spoken- something about a bed or staying... Bedroom? Sleep? The words gave her mind a little slap, telling her to get anywhere it could rest. Unwillingly, Io opened her seriously drooping eyes and yawned. "Bedroom." She mumbled, almost incoherently. One of Io's many flaws was that when she got the idea of sleep in her mind, it stayed there.
With tremendous effort, Io slid of the couch and stood up. Feeling as though she were about to trip, her instinct was to let her tail grow out, which she did not have the strength to resist at the moment. So, the tan-white tail sprouted from near the top of her jeans, and fluffed out like an umbrella behind her. She gave Izzy a lazy grin that one might associate with being drunk, although she was not. "How many you got in this place, anyways?" She asked, stifling yet another yawn behind her hand. Indeed, it had been a long night.
The previous evening, Io had just arrived in Odirais Isle, and was trying to get her bearings all night. She had wandered the city at random, during which time she had gotten into a few rough spots. Not all the people, she had soon learned, were quite as nice as Izzy. Someone had attempted to mug her in a back alleyway, but was easily scared off when Io pulled out her small pistol. She figured someone might alert the police, but luckily none had come. Her weapon most certainly wasn't registered.
But now, now she was in the fancy mansion of a fellow lycanthrope, someone who was offering her shelter and food, and perhaps even a permanent home. No- it wasn't fair to let her hopes get up like that. She might find that this man was really a jerk, or an idiot, though he did not seem it.
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Post by +.Henry.+ on Nov 6, 2008 15:54:24 GMT -5
"There are over a hundred bedrooms," Ismirshalen promptly answered, getting up from his spot on the couch. The cushioning instantly ballooned back up, as if he had never sat there. "However, I will give you a room close to where we are now, so that you will not get lost." Oddly, he left the coffee mug on the small table, but the reason why soon became apparent. With one fluid motion he strode over beside Io and picked her up in her arms as effortlessly as if she were that mug of coffee. He held her so one arm was supporting her back, while the other was under the crook of her knees.
Giving her a slight smile, his blue eyes glinting behind feather-light black hair, he carried her out of the living room and into a vast hallway. Golden embroidery ran across the walls and sometimes hooped up and along the ceiling. Lights also ran the walls, giving off a natural glow that wasn't hurtful to the eyes. The hallway could have been a bedroom, itself. A really long bedroom, anyway. He carried her along, careful not to pay attention to the tail she had sprouted.
"Wouldn't want you to fall asleep walking," he told her, coming to a stop at one of the first doors. "The floors may look nice, but they are not as comfortable as the bed." A huge understatement. You could eat off of the floors in this house. Adjusting his grip on her, he opened the door to reveal a room so breathtaking that any normal person would probrably faint on the spot. The bed was huge, but it wasn't half the issue, being that the closet was huger, and the dresser looked like something you would find in a studio. But the bed was awesome. The brunette set her down on the edge.
"Will this suit your fancy?" he asked her, looking around the room with a slight prickle of what looked like worry on his face. "I am fairly sure it has been cleaned recently." Who was he trying to kid. The room looked like it had been cleaned every hour on the hour. Maybe it had.
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Post by Vey, on Nov 17, 2008 20:48:18 GMT -5
Io gasped, startled, as she was scooped up by Izzay with the strength that could only be explained by his being a lycan. Of all the men that had ever picked Io up- a fair amount, to be sure -this seemed the most effortless. During the time it took him to carry her to the bedroom, the lycan's eyes kept swiviling from the fantastic house to the face of her carrier. She could not figure out which sight was more breathtaking- the golden-laced walls or Izzy's ice blue eyes. The latter certainly held her attention better, in any case. Although still incredibly tired, her own jungle green eyes didn't droop at all as they gazed at Izzy. Maybe it was because it had been so long since her last encounter with a lycan- or it could have been something else...
She didn't comment when he talked about falling asleep on the floor, but continued to stare as he set her down on the bed at last. She could hardly even break her eyes away to look at the enourmous, gorgeous room that she had been set down in. Finally she at least regained her voice. "It's wonderful, really." Of course, she would have said so even if Izzy had set her down in a stable instead of this fancy bedroom. The hospiltality that he had already shown would compell her to compliment anything he did and anywhere he brought her.
Now grinning sleepily, she scooted back further on the bed, and, expecting to reach the other side, turned in surprise. She hadn't even noticed how huge the bed was, think nothing of the room! No bed she had ever slept in was this expansive- like a sea of terribly soft pillows and blankets. And so clean! Io's heart could have stopped, it was such an incredible sight. "Wonderful... Wonderful doesn't begin to cover it." She murmered, then turned back to her gracious host. "How can I ever repay you for being so kind? Surely not with money.. It seems you've enough of that. But.. Anything I can do, please tell me."
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