Keira Crowne (crownedmate) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2012-10-29 11:26:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-09-19, dominic, keira |
So I cross my heart and I hope to die
Who: Dominic and Keira
Where: Cherryblossom Place
When: late evening, around 10pm
Warnings: TBD, but most likely NSFW
How could Keira truly describe the last few hours? Oh, that's right. It was a torturous hell of a date. A date. That wasn't to say that she hadn't enjoyed herself on some level -- she did her best to ignore that part, truly she did. How had Dominic gotten her to say yes, again? Oh, it had had something to do with the night she'd put that redheaded bitch in her place. Alcohol and decision-making were not friends in Keira's book. Though, she could tell from her empathy that Dominic was so very pleased with himself, the smug bastard. Really, it was all Keira could do to believe she'd made it through the evening with her sanity intact. There had definitely been a little drinking involved. Or, a lot. It wasn't to say that the witch was wasted by any stretch of the imagination...she just happened to be very nicely buzzed. So much so that the idea of Dominic coming up to her apartment at the end of their evening did not throw up any red flags that his presence normally raised. The thought that anything might happen between them, now that things had taken a turn for the better, was one that Keira was carefully overlooking if not downright refusing to acknowledge. She still felt very much in control of the situation, even if she was momentarily at a loss for why she'd invited him up. Had she had something specific in mind?
Moving into her apartment and around the kitchen, Keira reached for a couple of glasses. Setting them down on the counter she threw a glance over her shoulder at Dominic. "Still thirtsy?" She phrased it as a question, but didn't wait for a response before she reached for the whiskey she knew she had on hand. Pouring two glasses and adding some ice, she moved over to hand Dom one of them, her fingers lingering against his hand with a small little smile. Taking a sip of hers, she sighed a little as it burned on the way down. With a small chuckle, she rolled her eyes and let them settle on the werewolf's face. "Some night, huh?" While there was a touch of sarcasm in her tone, her emotions told otherwise. It was a startling thing to realize that she really had had a good time tonight, and maybe she should just enjoy that fact rather than get angry about it. That would have made sense for someone who wasn't Keira, of course, and even now the witch was thinking of ways she could spoil the night. Why? Because things were getting dangerously close to becoming good between them and she wasn't sure if she wanted that to happen. She hadn't exactly forgiven Dominic and she was a world away from being able to think about forgiving herself for what she did with Ashton. Was it messed up to constantly sabotage their progress? Probably. Why couldn't she just enjoy the night completely? She had no idea. For the moment, she was busy enjoying her drink, but she'd think of a way to make it all come crashing down again.
Anything was better than getting close and getting hurt again. Wasn't it? With a small, cruel little smile, Keira stepped over until her body was barely touching Dominic's. "It's your fault, you know," she murmured up at him, the smile going slightly smug. "I never would have left if you hadn't become the wolf." Even now, the press of the alpha inside Dom was unnerving, but Keira knew her words didn't mean much. "What about now? Is family really so much more important than your mate?" She spat the word out, her lip curling. "I'd really love to know if you think it was worth it. If getting yourself bitten was worth losing everything." She knew the answer even as she asked it, but it didn't change that she needed to get it all out.