Characters of a Minor Sort (jesschars) wrote in btvsal, @ 2010-05-20 15:27:00 |
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Current location: | Lena's Home |
Current mood: | horny |
Entry tags: | lena jacobs, place: la, ~devon gibson |
Why Haven't You Kissed Me Yet?
Who: Lena and Devon
Where: Lena's Home
When: Wednesday, 5/19, Nighttime
Between his breakup with Meredith, hearing that the girl had somehow become human again (one of his secret desires), the appearance of his mentor, Adrianna, in town, and now this... whatever the hell it was that was forming between he and Lena Jacobs, Devon was in a bit of a state of confusion right now. He felt that somehow, he and Lena were beginning to help one another find some kind of balance in their behavior, and he wasn't sure how good of a thing that was. He'd spent over a century honing his blood lust and his desires, to where he'd become, in a word... boring. But somehow, he took this bloodthirsty beast that was Lena... and they were somehow meeting in the middle. So now, as he stood at the front door to her home, he rang the doorbell, wondering if maybe, just maybe... THIS was where he was truly meant to be in his existence.
When the doorbell rang, the butler came to the door. Knowing who it was, he silently showed him in to the sitting room, where Lena was, actually doing something that she usually didn't want others to know that she still did on occasion: working on her embroidery. It was actually something that she had hidden from Luke. It had reminded the still child in some ways of her mother, who had taught her how to do it when she was a child. In her time, it was one of the few ways to help support a growing but poor family. When Devon entered, she looked up and set her stuff aside. "Hello," she said to him.
"Ah... Lena." He said, bowing politely before her. "As always... you look beautiful. You... wished to see me?" He asked, walking in with that boyish grin tugging at his lips.
She smiled slightly at him. "Yes," she said, standing up and walked over to him. "I hadn't seen you in a little while. How are you doing?"
"I've been... thinking. A lot." He had to admit, he had a LOT on his mind. "My mentor is in town. And seeing her here... is screwing with my head, to put it lightly."
"Your mentor? The one who taught you to be the way you are?" Should she thank her or try to kill her? Lena wasn't sure on that one. "How is it screwing with your head?"
"Because she's still... as oddly calm as I had been. And compared to her, I feel as though I'm... falling apart. Yet I can't seem to bring myself to care." Why the HELL was he confiding in her like this? Was he REALLY growing this fond of her?
"So, you're enjoying your fall from lofty graces then, aren't you?" she asked him, circling him. "I must say, you're starting to seem more normal and approachable this way. I don't quite think of it as 'falling apart' Devon."
"Strangely... I *am* enjoying it. Mostly... because I feel as though somehow you and I are helping one another find some do-able middle ground. Not quite as bad as you were, but not quite as good as I was. And if it allows me to be with you..." and he'd let her take THAT wording any way she wanted, "then so be it."
She arched an eyebrow at him. "So, I'm not eating children and nuns and you aren't out flagellating yourself because of a sinful thought?" she teased. "I do suspect that a middle ground is better."
"More than anything... I feel as though just being with you is worth any amount of change I might be making. With you, I feel something I haven't felt in, well... decades." He admitted, knowing that were he capable? He'd be blushing. "I feel content."
"We haven't even kissed and you're already talking about feelings that come along after decades of marriage between two mortals that I see in those wretched sitcoms they show on television now," she pointed out. Yes, after Damon pointed out that she had *no* cultural knowledge, she was trying to brush up, god help her. "When was the last time you felt passionate about anything, Devon?"
"Before this?" He sighed, shaking his head. "The only thing I'd felt passion for in close to a hundred years was her." He didn't have to say Meredith's name. He knew Lena would know exactly who he meant. He said it with just a touch of shame in his tone.
"And are you worried that, because you felt it for someone and then it went sour, you shouldn't feel it again?" she asked him. "One bad incident doesn't mean that you should throw the whole thing out."
He thought on that, wanting to give a completely honest answer. "Honestly? It DOES worry me, Lena. It worries me because as you so eloquently pointed out, we haven't even kissed yet, and still, I'm becoming almost addicted to you, like some kind of drug. And with your history... I cant help but wonder when you're going to throw me away as easily as she did."
"You saw a girl that seems to flit about and date a different person every week or so." Lena had actually taken a minor interest in Meredith after she had become...involved with Devon. More of an idle curiosity than anything. "You don't get as old as we do and just toss things people aside every other week, Devon. Besides, I wouldn't want to hurt anyone like I have been hurt. Well...not anymore..."
He stepped a little closer to her, staring intently into those big, gorgeous eyes. "If you ever wanted to destroy me, Lena... just cast me aside. I assure you, at this point? That's all it would take. I'm finding that you invade my every thought. I crave you like mortals crave alcohol, or drugs, or other vices. I need you like they need oxygen. You creep into my every waking thought."
"And yet you have barely touched me," she said to him, smiling a tad. To have such control over a person, well, it was interesting. "What about me has you so obsessed?"
"You're beautiful beyond words, Lena. And refined, and classy... everything a lady should be. Yet you're also exactly like me, and know exactly what and who I am." Also? She was fucking SEXY AS HELL, but Devon? Wasn't the type to just blurt that out. "Perhaps it's time that kiss finally happened, hm?"
So...she was the complete opposite of the last girl he had been with? OK then. The thought made her smile a little at the irony of it all. "I suppose it is time for that, since you're having all of these feelings and such."