Julian Markum (tangiblemoments) wrote in darkcarnivale, @ 2011-06-25 01:04:00 |
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Who: Julian and Aubrey with a cameo from Simon
What: Deliverance of a much needed watch then an argument followed by some ill timed passion
When: Friday afternoon
Where: Julian's trailer
Rating: R
Status: Complete
For the record, Aubrey wanted to state that she was not, not fine with the idea of Julian experimenting on her things. Last time, it had not ended well between them, so the thought of casually handing over her watch (which she wore most of the time) seemed like a bad idea. It wasn't that she didn't want to help, it was more like her things were probably not the right sorts of objects to play with.
Sure, she hadn't murdered anyone with that watch but...she haunted, she chased, she walked very close to hell (though never had she dragged anyone there, nor stepped into it). So that seemed relatively safe. Of course there were other secrets Aubrey held, and she didn't want Julian to stumble into any of them by accident. (God, why couldn't he have been... an empath or something else?).
Regardless, she felt like she owed it to him. So a few hours after his request online, Aubrey was knocking at the door of his trailer, watch in one hand.
Julian for the record had experimented before, many a time in fact, and he knew exactly what to do and he knew unless he did it then he was going to keep feeling objects more keenly until eventually? Well, brain soup came to mind.
His trailer might have seemed messy at the time of Ashley’s visit, but was now a bit more put together. More Julian, less Hurricane Cole. It helped to put things in order, even if he’d been responsible for putting them out of order. Honestly, chaos had been around long before Julian had graced God’s green Earth so maybe just maybe there was both a time and place for it? Perhaps.
Julian was in the process of running things over in his head and smoking what was left of his packet of cigarettes, not that he was chain-smoking or anything. God forbid. He turned his head at the knock and rose to his bare feet, heading over to unlock and open the door.
“Aubrey,” he said in greeting before moving out of the way slightly, to allow her entrance.
It was ridiculous that a death omen felt nervous around a human.
Yet Aubrey felt nervous and slightly uncomfortable. She hadn't set foot here in months, so she couldn't help but steal a quick glance to see what had changed/what had not changed. "I brought what you asked." Turning her attention back to Julian, she lingered by the door, inside but trying not to come across as intrusive.
"Still don't know if it's a good idea. Something from me." What would he see? Would he go back to not speaking to her? Where they going to fight again? That was the thing with interacting with people you did not haunt. You never knew what was going to come after. At least with her haunts she knew death was coming soon. That was all.
“I need familiar items,” Julian pointed out as he stubbed out what life remained in the pale cigarette between his fingers. “From people I know.” He gestured in the direction of the jacket hanging up. “A jacket from Ashley and a bracelet from Nyssa.” Each charm held a different memory and Julian despite his lack of knowledge could determine his path given his familiarity with the person to whom the item belonged.
He leaned back against the nearby counter and closed his hands around it.
The black dog tread lightly, she circled him (again more canine in those movements than human), she didn't come any near him than what was necessary, the watch still in her hand. "Nyssa, she's a changeling, isn't she?" Aubrey hadn't dealt with her before, but the name rung a bell- she was friends with Faelan, probably (then again, that changeling was friendly and easy-going).
Well, she wasn't here for small talk, "I'll give it to you, but yeah." Aubrey trailed off awkwardly. "Don't want you to see something you shouldn't. Again."
“Yeah, she is.” Julian nodded his head. He removed his hands from the counter and instead crossed his arms across his chest. Aubrey had this habit of circling him and on occasion it made him feel like a fish in a wide ocean filled with sharks.
He shook his head. “It’s more about over exposing myself to items from familiar people than it is about seeing what the items have to show me. I don’t know how to explain it.”
"Well, I have no idea what you mean." Aubrey admitted with a little shrug, "It's like math or physics or something." She'd never liked those sorts of things, too much logic that did not apply to what she was. Still, she hesitated - fingers rubbing along the band of the watch, leather old and worn beneath.
God.
She didn't hold out the watch for him to take, instead she invaded his personal space (something not done in a while) to set it on the counter behind him.
“Yeah, she is.” Julian nodded his head. He removed his hands from the counter and instead crossed his arms across his chest. Aubrey had this habit of circling him and on occasion it made him feel like a fish in a wide ocean filled with sharks.
He shook his head. “It’s more about over exposing myself to items from familiar people than it is about seeing what the items have to show me. I don’t know how to explain it.”
"Well, I have no idea what you mean." Aubrey admitted with a little shrug, "It's like math or physics or something." She'd never liked those sorts of things, too much logic that did not apply to what she was. Still, she hesitated - fingers rubbing along the band of the watch, leather old and worn beneath.
God.
She didn't hold out the watch for him to take, instead she invaded his personal space (something not done in a while) to set it on the counter behind him.
Julian was seriously considering going to talk to Molly, see if she couldn't shed some light on whatever was going on with him as he felt she might understand given her own ability.
"It's kind of hard to put into words," Julian admitted.
He turned his head when Aubrey entered his personal space and his eyes watched as she very reluctantly put the watch down. "You know you don't have to give me the watch if you really don't want to. I can probably still do what I need to do with Ash's jacket and Nyssa's bracelet."
Aubrey wasn't tall, but she didn't need height because of what she was- she turned her face to Julian. "I'm just worried about you, alright?" The tone was curt, stung- as if somehow she felt he didn't want her watch and that was maybe worse than wanting it. Petty feelings rose, Aubrey struggled with the urge to slam her fist against the counter and leave.
Admittedly she was stressed, and Julian was not the cause of that.
"It's not that I don't want to help." But come on, a death omen was not the best thing for any person. Even those who she was not haunting.
Julian's eyebrow lifted, not the very least impressed with her tone nor the look in her eyes. She was spoiling for a fight and Julian? Wasn't in the best of moods as it was without dealing with the ever conflicting emotions that seemed to bundled up in the confusion that was Aubrey.
"I was giving you an out," he pointed out. "Given that you're worried about me seeing something I shouldn't." Although after that amulet and the thing with Angel there wasn't much Julian could see and be shocked anymore.
He breathed out and turned for a moment, recovering his cigarettes because yeah a cigarette was needed.
Admittedly, Aubrey was not consciously looking for a fight, but she couldn't help but feel her temper rise a little when dealing with Julian. "You didn't like what you saw last time." Her tone was a little sullen when pointing that out, and she knew that was not the right tone to take. It was something she had no control over, his rejection of her still stung (probably as much as her hiding the truth from him and Ash stung them but...).
It was time to step back, drop the watch and just walk away, but the dog remained where she was not wanting to be the one who ran away.
"Yeah, well, excuse me for being human and actually being hurt that a supposedly good friend of mine didn't have the balls to be honest about who or what she was," Julian retorted, tone sharp and cutting. He could be a razor if he wanted to, but that side of who he was hadn't needed a lot of air recently.
He picked up the cigarette packet then blew out a frustrated breath as he found they were empty. Fuck. "But you know what? It doesn't matter because trust me I have bigger things on my mind right now." Like the fact the Reaper's soul was locked in Arkady's locket and now? Now Julian couldn't even talk to the guy let alone be around him, not with what he knew.
"Leave the watch, don't leave the watch, I'm not arguing with you today."
"And I'm sorry, alright!" Her tone rose without intending to, and she felt like cornering him against the counter and shaking him a little, but fine. If he had bigger things to worry about... well, she could leave him to those. It was not that she did not believe him to have those things either. He must have.
The watch was left alone on the counter, Aubrey struggled with the urge to circle him like a dog, and instead stood still. The only reason to stay there was that he had said there were bigger things in his mind, and thinking back on Ashley's worries.. was it really the best idea to leave him alone?
Aubrey didn't like not knowing what was going on.
Her apology might have been more believable had the tone not been present, but he was getting used to this interaction as it seemed impossible for them to talk without snapping each other's heads off.
Julian crushed up the packet of empty cigarettes and tossed it into a nearby bin. "Maybe this was a bad idea," he voiced before pressing the tips of both index finger and thumb into his eyes.
The apology was genuine despite the tone - Aubrey needed more practice at apologizing, it was not a usual thing. When she had finally made the conscious choice to retreat and leave him be he just had to say that, feeling and looking rather stung, the dog was quick. Very unnaturally quick, in the way she shifted, the distance between them was closed slightly - her hands on either side of him on the counter.
"Stop. saying. that." Yes, so she was a bad idea, so sue her. What else was new? Aubrey didn't touch him, she just glared up at him.
Julian didn't much like it when people invaded his personal space or went that one step further and all but pinned him against the counter. Had this been any other situation then it might have become an enjoyable sensation, but as it was he was highly uncomfortable and really annoyed at having been stuck there by Aubrey. And what was even more unfair was the fact she was stronger than him because of what she was.
"Or what?" He challenged, lifting eyebrows.
Maturity, what was that exactly?
Aubrey considered shutting him up by biting him, by turning into a dog and pushing him over and by childishly stomping on his foot before storming off. Or what. Aubrey inwardly scoffed, what were they? Five? Clearly. And despite the differences in strength and speed she would have never willingly use that against him. Not in a little fight like this (Or that was what she kept telling herself because out of control Aubrey could do a lot of things).
Or. What.
Was it bad to reach other and shake the man a little? Just a bit. Enough to knock some sense into him. Perhaps sense would require a harder shake. Aubrey's finger's grasped the counter so firmly, she hated this.
Or I'll shut you up. Though the words didn't leave her lips, instead it was her mouth that was against his. Well, at least she was demonstrating exactly how she planned to shut him up.
So Julian had this totally witty remark forming in his mind and at the ready for retort should she throw something else at him. It never hurt to be prepared. Or so he thought. It was only when instead of yelling at him she kissed him that he lost it completely.
He was at that stage of... anger where he just wanted... God, he didn't know.
There was a low sound in the back of his throat before Julian's hand was buried fingers deep in Aubrey's hair, the lengths being twisted around his unbelievably long fingers and held as he all but consumed her in the kiss. There were warring emotions in the press of his mouth, the sweep of his tongue and the grating of teeth along a lower lip that was bitten and drawn inwards into the all demanding heat of Julian's embrace.
Julian even pushed away from the counter, all but pressing Aubrey into the opposite wall as he poured everything he'd been feeling and more into the kiss as if determined to drown and lose himself in it forever.
Now it was his turn to take her completely by surprise. She had expected him to shove her, yell at her- anything but this. Yet there he was kissing her hard, and so surprised she was that before Aubrey realized it- it was her back against the wall.
Aubrey? She wasn't sure what she was feeling, but certainly there was no will to deny him. If anything she tried to match the intensity of said kiss, in her own manner- reflecting her own frustrations, despair and anger at the break of their friendship before.
Fingers rose to tangle themselves in his shirt and all rational thought went out of her mind. Issues for later, right now there was so much she wanted to feel- so much behind the way she pressed back against him- how her tongue ran along his lower lip.
Julian was on the whole a very controlled person but when the lid of his control was pried even just a little bit he became somebody else: a passionate wholly overwhelming individual with such attention to detail that when applied could reduce somebody to a quivering mass of discombobulation. When he focused, he really focused and it didn't take much for the world to narrow down until it was just him and the person beneath his mouth, under his fingertips and around him.
He pressed that much closer, attempting to invade and dominate, his mouth crushing that much more until he could taste every inch of Aubrey's mouth and feel every curve and particularly intimate brush of skin. A hand slipped from her hair, clasped her neck and his thumb sought her pulse until dragging it along and around, feeling the fevered beat and hearing it skip beneath his attentive fingers.
It was all so intense, so much, so... Julian lost his train of thought however fleeting it might have been when her tongue was on his lower lip. It would be just so fucking easy to drown in this moment, in her, but the need for air was causing his lungs to burn and scream like they were a newborn banshee.
With a sudden pull, Julian broke the kiss and panted desperately, cheeks flushed and eyes blown wide open.
Not that there were any protests to this attention to detail, when you're alive for a long time- sometimes things seem to lose their colour (even though Aubrey was by nature very spunky, there were things that happened that no longer touched her as they once had). However, there was nothing dim or dull about this- it was overwhelming, there was the option (the only option) to reply equally.
Submissive was not in her nature, she fought back, mouths pressed together- fingers finding and marking a path around his body, along the shirt- wrinkled now beneath wanton digits. It was all unexpected and pleasant, to be drowning like this. Why not? She didn't care for a moment. (But she ought to because- because- there were reasons but right now nothing came).
All things end though (except the existence of things like her). Aubrey's eyes opened and she stared at him with the same sort of deer-in-headlights expression, except there was also a clear impatience in them- quietly asking why they were stopping.
Julian pushed another hard breath out of his chest and he struggled to swallow and form words. Understandably difficult considering he'd just gone and lost all of his control whatever precarious grip there might have been on it previous to this encounter with Aubrey.
He'd opened his mouth to answer her questioning eyes when a knock at his trailer door interrupted their somewhat intense moment and Julian's head turned. "Yeah?" He managed, voice thick and gruff, all the things it hadn't been before.
"Simon here," a clear British accent announced. "You're late for that meeting of ours if you recall."
"Shit," Julian muttered as he'd totally forgotten the meeting he had with Simon. He had volunteered to help with some sort of PR thing for the Carnival.
He'd been in the process of answering her question, Aubrey had been moving up to kiss him when the knock interrupted them both. Who the hell- the black dog felt rather prickled with the interruption- ah, Simon. Right now, Aubrey didn't like him very much, evident in the way her eyes narrowed and a glare was tossed at the door.
Standing very still, because she didn't want Simon noticing that she was in there, Aubrey's fingers tightened momentarily against Julian's arm before she let them go. Right now (as the passion began fading-) she couldn't look at him in the eye. Or maybe she was afraid that if she did, he would not be going anywhere for a while.
Or... who knew. Aubrey didn't. She was impulsive yes, but this was a line she hadn't... intended to ever cross. Somehow, words seemed... unnecessary and inappropriate. What do you say?
Besides Crap.
The moment of intense feeling and emotion had been absolutely involving, but now it was over and started to ebb it was just... awkward. Very awkward. All the wrong things racing through his mind. Never mind the heat of the kiss was still with him, making it hard to focus and actually want to move. He did move eventually, putting distance between himself and Aubrey. The line they'd been treading for so many years had just been crossed and instead of it being the right moment it felt like it was another wedge between them, especially as she couldn't look him in the eye.
Plus? Julian hated - detested - being exposed let alone vulnerable and right now? He felt both exposed and vulnerable.
"Julian?" Simon all but sung as he rapped his knuckles against the door again.
Julian growled slightly before finally grabbing a nearby jacket to hide the wrinkles in his shirt made by Aubrey's fingers. "I'm coming, I'm coming."
"Oh, good..." Simon remarked. "And here I thought you'd just expired on the spot. I would've hated to have told Arkady that you'd passed on, bit the big one, gone to meet your maker."
Julian's eyes went from the door to Aubrey and he breathed out, obviously shaken. "I've gotta go."
Worse moment ever to do this sort of thing. Aubrey wanted to kick herself for her stupidity, and yell in frustration at the other. Nothing was going to be solved like that though.
Not wanting to look at Julian had more to do with the fact it'd most likely end up in her tackling him backwards and not caring who saw them; Aubrey figured Julian would care. "Yeah." He had to go, and so did she, a hand was carded through her hair as if nothing and Aubrey straightened up. It would have been better to stay, wait till the two left, but there was not that option.
A little hesitation, in which she expected Julian to do... something- but then Aubrey made the first move to the door. She didn't look rumpled or anything, after all her hair was usually worn down and just yes. This black dog was sticking to her story. Nothing but a friendly chat, nothing at all.