Hamilton (dead_hamilton) wrote in btvsal, @ 2010-12-05 14:05:00 |
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Current mood: | worried |
Entry tags: | place: la, ~juliet mcconnell, ~robert charles hamilton |
Invitation
Who: Juliet and Hamilton
Where: Juliet's car and then her loft
When: Early Thursday Morning (barely before dawn) - December 2
After Pat and Juliet's discussion, Hamilton signed release papers and escorted Juliet out of the hospital. She'd need to be monitored for the next day or two, and … it wasn't like Hamilton did much with his days, anyway. Apart from sleeping and maybe taking care of his investments if he was bored (he really did need a personal assistant for that).
He glanced over to Juliet as soon as he pulled her car to a stop sign. He felt like a mother hen, but he had to ask: "How are you feeling? Do you need anything?"
"I'm fine." Jules answered from the passenger seat. She wasn't feeling the greatest at the moment, but she was feeling a bit better then she had been when Hamilton got her to the hospital. "You know you don't have to stay and watch over me." She told him with a brief, slow glance cast his way. Juliet, though, was glad he seemed to be insistent on that matter as she wanted to talk to him with no one else around. It had been why she declined going home with Pat for a day or two so he could keep an eye on her.
"I want to," he replied, glancing both ways down the street before driving off again. Despite the fact that they barely knew each other he'd become quite... attached to Juliet. Which was all too obvious, given his attempt to give non-human blood a go. "Tell me that you have thick drapes," he added, trying to lighten the situation a little given his... allergy.
"Heavy enough to keep direct sunlight out." She responded softly. And while it was true that they only knew each other a relatively short amount of time, Juliet had let her feelings for Hamilton grow deep. It was why she had a slight conflict regarding the man at the moment. While instinct was directing she give the man a wide berth due to what he was, her heart was whispering different directs to the woman.
"Okay," he replied with a brief nod. Although, in all honesty, his biggest fear right now was hunger. He hadn't had a proper meal for days now, and worried that that might become an issue, but let's worry about that when we come to it, shall we? "Just... let me know if you need anything, okay?" His voice was calm, but there was no denying the worry in his eyes. This incident really shook him.
"I will." She promised, though Juliet didn't think there'd be anything she'd be needing except for getting some rest that night, or very early morning as it might be.
"Alright." He pulled her car to a park near her loft (luckily, he had an old man mentality when it came to driving in this situation, so he took his time getting there). He quickly rounded to the passenger side of the car and helped her out, feeling awful for thinking how fragile she seemed in that moment. Catching her eye, he had to ask: "What are you thinking?"
"Can we wait til we get upstairs." Jules requested when Hamilton did the gentlemanly thing and assisted her in getting out of the vehicle. Not that there was anyone to be seen within earshot, Juliet, though, was preferring to wait til they were alone to speak of anything that might be on her mind at the moment.
"Sure." He locked the car and hooked a hand around her waist to keep her steady as he led her up, asking her to lead the way and to show him which key to use in the lock. He hesitated at the threshold, looking somewhat ashamed: "You would have to invite me in."
Juliet didn't hesitate with that. "Come in, please." Faint traces of a smile flickered across her lips before she turned to enter the loft before him.
He let her go, careful to watch her movements before following her inside and breathing in her apartment. He could see himself liking it here. It was just so richly her. He closed the door behind himself, making sure to lock it (funnily enough) and flipped on a few light switches as he made his way inside behind her. "Thank you."
"Ummm," Jules started with a slow turn to face Hamiltion oince they both were in her apartment, "I'm going to change, if you don't mind." All she was wanting to do at the moment was relax, and maybe talk a bit with the guy, and be as comfortable as she possibly could before she knew the inevitable would happen. And that was her falling asleep, which she had a feeling wouldn't be happening in her bed.
"Okay," he replied, shoving his hands into his pockets. He would have liked to have gone to her room with her to make sure she didn't have another fall (among... other reasons), but propriety stated that he stayed here, which was what he did. Once she had left the room, he made sure all of the windows were covered, least he get a little crispy come morning.
"I won't be long." She promised before starting off toward her bedroom. At least Juliet didn't have to climb any stairs to get to the bedroom, and though she had said she wouldn't take long, Juliet found herself within the four walls of her room a moment longer then she intended. After changing into a pair of red and white pajama pants and over-sized red t-shirt Jules found herself taking a moment to sit on the edge of the bed til an unsuspected dizzy spell passed.
"Can I get you anything?" Juliet found herself asking when she stepped slowly from her room to where Hamilton was.
"I'm fine," he replied as he took off his jacket, draping it around one of the chairs in the living room. He took a step closer to her and looked her over, as if sensing that she wasn't entirely with him. Although... she looked absolutely adorable in her pajamas. "I should be asking YOU if you need anything, though."
"You're intent on playing my caretaker for the next twenty four hours, aren't you." Juliet stated half jokingly. Then she grew a bit more serious as she suddenly felt compelled to sit down or find herself reaching out toward Hamilton to steady herself. "I think I could use a glass of water." With a weak smile, Juliet then made a slow, cautious turn to take steady steps toward the couch, and with a a light exhale of breath she sat down exceptionally glad to be off her feet.
"Absolutely," he replied to the first part. It was... oddly sweet how he was watching her every movement like a hawk. He nodded when she mentioned water and went into the kitchen, pouring her a glass and after brief consideration, finding some crackers as well. She'd need something in her stomach, surely. "Here," he murmured when he returned, handing her the glass.
"Thank you." She said appreciatively as she accepted the glass of water and took a small sip. "Think you could maybe take a break from watching over me and sit down." She requested looking up at him.
"...Sorry," he chuckled, doing as she suggested and taking a seat beside her. He'd just been thinking about how fragile mortals could be. Of course, usually he was the one to kill them, not try to protect them, so it took some adjusting. "Do you... what should we talk about?"
"First off I'd like to thank you for being there." Juliet smiled faintly trying not to think of what could have happened if Hamilton hadn't showed up when he did.
"You're welcome," he replied, nodding. "I'm glad that I was there too." He also hoped that she wouldn't ask about her assailant, mostly because the condition he left him in, Hamilton doubted he was alive.
Taking another small drink of water, Juliet held the glass in her hands as she fixed her gaze on it and away from Hamilton. "Some things are still a little fuzzy in my head about what happened during and after that guy grabbed me, and my head is telling me not to question you on what happened to the guy after you showed up."
"Nothing nice happened to him," Hamilton supplied. Even though he'd been away from her 30 seconds at the most. "But the other things I'm willing to answer. It ... It's only fair."
Juliet looked up at him again as she set her glass of water down on the side table. "I'm not going to ask you about what you are or how you came to be what you are." And frankly that was due to Juliet not being up to anything resembling a length conversation. Inquiries into his past and how he came to be turned were best suited for another day. "But what you said earlier about me possibly not wanting to see you anymore. I don't want that. Regardless of how I may have reacted to seeing your true face and realizing what you are, I do want to get to know you better."
He visibly relaxed then. Clearly that had been something he was afraid of, but then again, if she didn't want him in her life, she wouldn't have invited him in. That would have been unnecessarily cruel. "I want to be a part of your life," he told her honestly. "At whatever capacity that you'd be willing to have me." He also worried that she wouldn't find him physically attractive anymore, interestingly enough.
A small smile curved at hearing that as Juliet pulled her legs up onto the couch to curl under her as she rested an arm on the back of the couch and laid her head on it. "I think I'd like to see where this all might lead to." She told him as she felt her eyes getting heavy. She had feelings for him that went beyond friendship, and Jules was intrigued enough with the man to see just how far this relationship would take them.
"I'll take it," he replied with a faint smile, there was still a cheeky guy in there somewhere, it seemed. "Get some rest. I'm not going anywhere."
"I'm not one to normally fall asleep on a guy." She admitted with a soft smile as her eyes fluttered closed. "In fact don't think I ever have." She was fighting it, but Juliet knew that she wouldn't be able to keep sleep at bay for very much longer. No matter how hard she'd try to keep some sort of conversation going.
He chuckled as he watched her start to drift off, thinking that if he knew a good lullaby, that he'd likely sing to her. Instead, he located her a blanket and wrapped it around her gently. "Goodnight, sleeping beauty," he murmured, returning to his position beside her on the couch.
Juliet murmured softly when she half consciously felt the blanket he found being wrapped around her. Her body shifted slightly then when she cuddled up against Hamilton with her head lowering from the back of the sofa to rest on his shoulder. Her breathing now slow and steady as sleep finally captured Juliet completely.
Once settled on the couch beside her, he hesitated slightly before wrapping an arm around her and breathing in her scent. God, how he could get addicted to this. He placed a kiss to her forehead and then remembered a lullaby his mother sang to him as a child, and started singing it softly.