Characters of a Minor Sort (jesschars) wrote in btvsal, @ 2010-04-15 19:29:00 |
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Current location: | Eden |
Current mood: | surprised |
Entry tags: | lena jacobs, place: la, ~devon gibson |
Surprise, Surprise
Who: Lena and Devon
Where: Eden
When: Friday Night 4/9
For the first time in a while (truthfully she wasn't sure how long) Lena was in a good mood. Maybe it was her recent chat with Damon. Maybe it was some of te thawing of her own emotions, but she was finally in a good mood that probably wouldn't end with someone's death. Right now she was sitting in Eden's top part, enjoying watching the mortals dance an flit about while she enjoyed a glass of wine.
Devon, meanwhile, had been feeling a tiny bit more... dark inside lately. He was still his usual self, trying to hold in the beast inside, but since breaking up with Meredith, it was like some small part of him had cracked, making him not quite as happy-go-lucky as he used to be. Odd how circumstances worked on both sides to make he and Lena so similar in outlooks. When he saw her sitting alone, he couldn't help but approach her, smiling devilishly. "Well... Do I see a smile on your face, dear? This truly must be the end of all things."
She smirked at him in response. "Maybe I've finally realized that I do look so much better with a smile on my face." Was that a joke? Then truly the world must be coming to an end.
"I will admit... a smile does make you look even lovelier..." He had to admit, while he knew Lena had been a cold-blooded killer for eons, she was also one of the sexiest women he'd ever laid eyes on. "Would it bring me much mocking on your part to admit I've missed your company lately?"
"Hmm...only a little mocking," she said to him. "Why don't you join me if you have missed me so much then?"
"I don't believe you need to ask me twice, m'dear." He said with a charming, rogueish grin before sitting down across from her. "You look... amazing, as always."
She waved to the seat in front of her. "Then sit away," she said to him. "You aren't looking that bad yourself. How are you doing tonight?"
"I've been thinking about something, Lena." He raised an eyebrow, smirking at her. "You've been very lonely lately, I know. And as you know, I have as well. You and I keep... skirting around the issue here, so let me take the initiative: would you go out with me sometime?"
"I'd love to, actually," Lena said to him. "I do know of something that might help with the loneliness a bit, though. I have a friend that I'd like you to meet. I thought that he might have run off after his girlfriend went back to the future, long story there. I think you'd make excellent friends."
"You have friends? Color me surprised..." He said with obvious teasing, before placing a hand on one of hers. "I'd love to meet him sometime."
"I've made a couple over the years," she said, playfully indignant. "All of about three, including you. I've got a couple though. I think you and Damon would get along well. He's like you. Well, not quite the Buddhist, but he's a non-killing type."
"I think its safe to say that recently... I've not been feeling quite as 'zen' myself." He admitted, as somehow, he and Lena seemed to be rubbing off on each other, balancing themselves out, leaving each of them on more of a neutral ground.
"Well, being not so Zen has its advantages, too," Lena said to him. "It can remind you what it's like to feel. Of course, I'm starting to remember that myself."
"I think somehow... being around you is reminding me how to feel. In many different, exciting ways." He squeezed her hand, looking into her eyes. "And I suspect you think the same."
"Good. Life's not worth living without a little passion in your life. I'm learning that myself. I had passion before with no control. You had all control with no passion." She intertwined her fingers with his. "Maybe we are rubbing off on each other a bit."
"Then perhaps... this, after everything we've each been through, is fated." He smirked, wondering if each had suffered for a reason. "Perhaps we are each others destiny."
"I have to say, I don't really believe in fate," she told him. "I could have always said no to you and taken your head off." Sure, he would have put up a fight, and probably hurt her a good deal, but she was pretty sure that she could have done it. "But *I* decided not to do it. Things like fate and destiny take our decision out of our hands."
He wanted to argue, to say that perhaps it was 'fate' that she didn't turn him down, but kept his mouth shut. "I suppose we shall see."
"Then I suppose we shall." Differing ideas on how life actually worked. Not exactly shocking for these two. "So, what have you been up to since I last saw you? If you've been sitting in some little cave of an apartment and brooding I'm going to smack you. Please tell me that you've done something with yourself."
"Well, the apartment, unfortunately, you're correct on. Haven't had the time or desire to look for anything else." He smirked, shrugging a little. "I've certainly not been sulking though. I will admit its been... a struggle not to, though."
She didn't smack him. She kicked him under the table instead. "You have got to find yourself a hobby or something, Devon," she pointed out to him. Now that she was working on the getting out more thing (and it wasn't even involving wanton killing, so good for her), he needed to work on it as well. "You can't stay in your apartment all the time, thinking too much."
"I'm trying to get out more..." He said indignantly. "I just don't particularly have many hobbies. Or friends." He said with a laugh, a little embarrassed.
"You've lived for centuries and never developed a hobby?" she asked. "That's just a bit sad, don't you think? We've got to work on that for you."
"I've spent centuries mastering control of my bloodlust, Lena. That didn't exactly leave a lot of time to play Canasta or join a book club." He said with a wry smirk.
"If you play Canasta I'm going to behead you for your own good," she said to him. "Now you should develop a hobby. Something that you like."
"Can't particularly say I know what I like right now, outside of you." Sadly? He was being honest.
"Then we'll have to find you something you like. I can't quite count as a hobby." Even if she was a bit time consuming. "Even something like traveling can be a hobby." Well when you are as rich as she was anyway.
"I suppose you could count collecting weapons as a hobby..." Yes, people. Devon. Peaceful thing that he was. Collected various forms of melee weapons from every known era.
"A collection actually is a hobby," Lena told him. "I collect books, rare ones." Yes, even Lena had a hobby outside of seeing what the entrails of people looked like.
"I must say..." He gave that boyish grin again, the one that made it hard to believe he'd lived through as much as he had. "You're far more enchanting than I ever expected you to be, Lena. You managed to surprise me, which... doesn't happen often."
"You think you're so old that you can't be surprised anymore," she mused. "Well, as someone far older than she'd like to admit, the day you stopped being surprised at stuff is the day you might as well start digging your own grave, or buying your own urn in our case" Apparently Lena had a good, if somewhat morbid, sense of humor. Who knew?
"Sometimes, surprises can be good." He replied, and, as if trying to prove his point, rose a bit and leaned into her, placing a small kiss on her lips.
She blinked, then smiled at him. "Surprises can be good," she said back to him.