Post by CHARITY MOIBEAL on Jul 30, 2016 23:07:30 GMT -6
just a spark in the night
burning, and burning bright.
If we can keep this friction hitting, I know we'll ignite. Tossed in a fire,
fueled by desire, messages hotting up, burning through the wire
If we can keep this friction hitting, I know we'll ignite. Tossed in a fire,
fueled by desire, messages hotting up, burning through the wire
The visions Charity had been born with pressed themselves against her dreams. They mingled with the reality and the fiction, swirling into some incomplete, discombobulated mess that, even if she'd been awake she'd never have been able to fathom it's meaning. Still, they drained all of her immense vampire energy, leaving her sleeping restlessly, making it so that when she woke, she was just as tired as she'd been before she'd gone to sleep. It took a few very long moments to pass by for Charity's mind to peel back layers of drowsiness. When finally she was fully away, but still weariness clung to her, she swung her legs over the couch she'd been sleeping in- despite Faith's insistent offering of the bed- and stared at a wall for a few minutes, the time punctuated by her yawns. Although her dreams and visions had been plenty, she remembered nothing of them, only feeling the small imprints of emotion they left. Unfortunately, this particular set of sleep induced tales had left impressions of desire stirring in her belly, and reflexively her thighs pressed together. Aggravated by her physical reaction, she mentally buried the lingering emotion so deeply inside herself that it would be choked in the darkness and snuffed out of existence.... eventually.
The problem with this finicky emotion was that it always turned her thoughts to Faith, her imagination taking off against her will. It wasn't that she didn't want to think of Faith in that sort of way, just that she knew it wasn't right for her to do so. In truth, Charity would have loved nothing more than to have Faith in a sexual, romantic, or really in any other way was available. She wanted to bridge the gap between friendship and romance between them both mentally and, admittedly, physically. This had been the truth of her heart ever since they'd first talked, gotten to know each other. Charity knew that she could love Faith in a way he deserved, a proper, wholesome love that would encompass her entire being. But she already loved him too deeply, respected him too much to ever try and make a move towards him, to express her desires. He was her best friend in this world and the next, and it had taken her three centuries to find him again... she would never risk losing him over a personal whimsy. Any risk towards their friendship was not worth taking. He was everything she had in this world, and not in this life or the next would she ever take a gamble on losing him.So Charity chose to remain silent on the matter, keeping space between them as best she was able. Faith, ever the gentleman, never argued or suggested anything different.
Idly, Charity got up off the couch, her legs wobbly underneath her just from the sheer exhaustion, and she made her way around the house, walking sleepily from room to room, performing morning activities without even thinking- putting water in the kettle and turning on the stove, starting the shower, grabbing clothes out of the hall closet, stepping into the shower after shimming out of her pajamas. She wasn't really truly awake and alert until a few minutes into the shower when the water started to warm. Steam filled the bathroom, the mirrors fogged over when she stepped out. The shag run in the bathroom felt nice against her toes, and she was distracted by the sensation, just as she was every morning, as she slipped on the dress that Faith's pink haired friend had bought for her. It was odd how easily she'd adjusted to this life, how routine it had become for her even after such a short time. Charity's life now was better than it had ever been. She had a roof over her head and a freedom to do whatever she pleased whenever she pleased, and someone to help guide her into a normal life, something she'd never known before.
Faith had left before she'd woken, but he'd mentioned the night before that, barring any emergency, he expected it to be a fairly short day at work, just last minute paper work to finish up and then he was done for the day. He'd been helping Charity recently create a new identity, legally speaking, so she could get a job of her own and make friends and become a real member of society, and she really appreciated the effort he was putting in for her. His friends, one with pink hair who she learned was a wiccan, and a blonde man who clearly smelled like a wolf and frequently was with the pink haired woman, often stopped by if Faith was gone and bought her clothes or taught her how to use a cell phone and computer, downloading applications on them for various entertainment purposes and so Faith would have a way to reach her. It wasn't that Charity was completely ignorant to the way the world had evolved, she'd just never needed this kind of technology before, so it had taken just a bit of time getting used to. Driving a car had been hard, but the blonde man had been really patient with her.
Having emerges from the shower and taken care to the rest of her morning routine, Charity emerged from Faith's home with a cup of tea in her hand. Faith usually had coffee, but Charity had a certain distaste for it, and so by her timid request, Faith had bought her some sweetly flavored tea. She stepped out into the sun, the golden rays lighting up the fire in her hair, and she let the warmth of the day seep into her skin. She was at a unique advantage that most vampires would kill for- without the use of enchanted objects, Charity could step into the sunlight without fear of being burned. It usually meant that, unlike most vampires, she skin tended to be fairly warm during the day, only turning back into the deathly cold temperature in the night. She smiled at the neighbor- one she'd accidentally attacked and then very purposely compelled to forget it had ever happened- who was getting the mail, giving him a small wave, and he waved back with a friendly grin. It was days like these that Charity could pretend she wasn't the monster the devil had led her to be, the villain in so many stories. She felt normal, happy, and even strong. Each night she prayed to God, thanking him for allowing her life to finally stabilize, reuniting with the man she loved and living safely, learning how to be a true member of the society that had burned her so long ago. Charity laid down on the freshly watered grass in the front area, allowing the sun to warm her being as she smiled to herself. For the first time in ages, she felt truly blessed.
||TAG: FAITH BLACKFEATHER ||WORD COUNT: 1154 ||CLOTHES
||NOTES: sorry for the wait, something in the cosing went all wonly and i had to spend forever fixing it
The problem with this finicky emotion was that it always turned her thoughts to Faith, her imagination taking off against her will. It wasn't that she didn't want to think of Faith in that sort of way, just that she knew it wasn't right for her to do so. In truth, Charity would have loved nothing more than to have Faith in a sexual, romantic, or really in any other way was available. She wanted to bridge the gap between friendship and romance between them both mentally and, admittedly, physically. This had been the truth of her heart ever since they'd first talked, gotten to know each other. Charity knew that she could love Faith in a way he deserved, a proper, wholesome love that would encompass her entire being. But she already loved him too deeply, respected him too much to ever try and make a move towards him, to express her desires. He was her best friend in this world and the next, and it had taken her three centuries to find him again... she would never risk losing him over a personal whimsy. Any risk towards their friendship was not worth taking. He was everything she had in this world, and not in this life or the next would she ever take a gamble on losing him.So Charity chose to remain silent on the matter, keeping space between them as best she was able. Faith, ever the gentleman, never argued or suggested anything different.
Idly, Charity got up off the couch, her legs wobbly underneath her just from the sheer exhaustion, and she made her way around the house, walking sleepily from room to room, performing morning activities without even thinking- putting water in the kettle and turning on the stove, starting the shower, grabbing clothes out of the hall closet, stepping into the shower after shimming out of her pajamas. She wasn't really truly awake and alert until a few minutes into the shower when the water started to warm. Steam filled the bathroom, the mirrors fogged over when she stepped out. The shag run in the bathroom felt nice against her toes, and she was distracted by the sensation, just as she was every morning, as she slipped on the dress that Faith's pink haired friend had bought for her. It was odd how easily she'd adjusted to this life, how routine it had become for her even after such a short time. Charity's life now was better than it had ever been. She had a roof over her head and a freedom to do whatever she pleased whenever she pleased, and someone to help guide her into a normal life, something she'd never known before.
Faith had left before she'd woken, but he'd mentioned the night before that, barring any emergency, he expected it to be a fairly short day at work, just last minute paper work to finish up and then he was done for the day. He'd been helping Charity recently create a new identity, legally speaking, so she could get a job of her own and make friends and become a real member of society, and she really appreciated the effort he was putting in for her. His friends, one with pink hair who she learned was a wiccan, and a blonde man who clearly smelled like a wolf and frequently was with the pink haired woman, often stopped by if Faith was gone and bought her clothes or taught her how to use a cell phone and computer, downloading applications on them for various entertainment purposes and so Faith would have a way to reach her. It wasn't that Charity was completely ignorant to the way the world had evolved, she'd just never needed this kind of technology before, so it had taken just a bit of time getting used to. Driving a car had been hard, but the blonde man had been really patient with her.
Having emerges from the shower and taken care to the rest of her morning routine, Charity emerged from Faith's home with a cup of tea in her hand. Faith usually had coffee, but Charity had a certain distaste for it, and so by her timid request, Faith had bought her some sweetly flavored tea. She stepped out into the sun, the golden rays lighting up the fire in her hair, and she let the warmth of the day seep into her skin. She was at a unique advantage that most vampires would kill for- without the use of enchanted objects, Charity could step into the sunlight without fear of being burned. It usually meant that, unlike most vampires, she skin tended to be fairly warm during the day, only turning back into the deathly cold temperature in the night. She smiled at the neighbor- one she'd accidentally attacked and then very purposely compelled to forget it had ever happened- who was getting the mail, giving him a small wave, and he waved back with a friendly grin. It was days like these that Charity could pretend she wasn't the monster the devil had led her to be, the villain in so many stories. She felt normal, happy, and even strong. Each night she prayed to God, thanking him for allowing her life to finally stabilize, reuniting with the man she loved and living safely, learning how to be a true member of the society that had burned her so long ago. Charity laid down on the freshly watered grass in the front area, allowing the sun to warm her being as she smiled to herself. For the first time in ages, she felt truly blessed.
||TAG: FAITH BLACKFEATHER ||WORD COUNT: 1154 ||CLOTHES
||NOTES: sorry for the wait, something in the cosing went all wonly and i had to spend forever fixing it
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