Thursday 6/19/08 Who: Aislyn, Darien When: Night Where: The school >> Nearby park What: A date~ Rating: PG-13
Darien didn't have a lot of different outfits, so he decided not to go as fancy as the first luncheon. He put on a black, silk button up shirt with long sleeve. His pants were a basic pair of jeans. He did his hair lightly and didn't stress too much on it. He was the sort to pace and think things over a dozen times. This wasn't what he'd came to the school for. It wasn't really a good time for it either. But she made such a nice bright spot in his life. She made him laugh and was patient with his lack of knowledge about things. She'd somehow talked him into this through text on a string and he wasn't upset about that at all. Although he would have felt better if he'd asked her to go out in person. Still, he planned to make up for that. He went to her room door and knocked. Flowers behind his back and ready to be presented.
Aislyn had many, many dresses hanging in the closet and folded neatly in her dresser. Honestly, dresses were really the only thing she wore. Tonight she was dressed in a peach color concoction to welcome in the coming summer. With a pair of sandals on her feet she did her hair, not styling it so much and just letting it hang in its own waves. There was no makeup on her face other than a swipe of mascara over her upper lashes and juicy lip gloss that made her look extra kissable. Why not?
At the knock she got the door, grinning a white smile up at Darien who was much taller than her tiny 5'1" stature. "Hey," she said. Was she glowing with excitement?
He found himself smiling at just the sight of her. She was stunning, almost glowing with joy. It reminded him why this wasn't a bad idea. He hadn't smiled this much in two years, not since he woke up.
"Good evening," he said leaning forward and pressing a kiss to her cheek, pressing the flowers into her hand. He backed up slowly and grinned,
"I told you the next time I saw you I might kiss you," he said with a wink to show he understood his own sarcasm.
Gapping at the flowers, Aislyn looked down at them after she felt his kiss on her cheek. She gave a light one in return before giving a gentle hug on the bouquet. "They're beautiful," she said, turning and going to lay them gently on her desk. "I'll put them in a vase when I get back," she told him. With a smile Aislyn then shut the door as she stepped into the hall, looking way up at Darien as she stepped a little too close.
"You ready? It might be a little cloudy tonight, but it'll be warmish. Well, warm for Massachusetts I guess." Her hands touched his arm to lead him toward the exit. Since she had nothing to do she explored and knew where most anything in the school was now.
He put his hand onto her back and gently lead her towards the exit. It was far more than he'd normally do on a first date, but she'd show no sign of being upset yet. It was nice to feel her beside him, warm and fully alive. He'd drank the blood they supplied here until he was full than kept going. He didn't want to risk getting hungry around her.
He opened the door them and lead her out. He'd gone out last night and looked the park over. He had it pretty well mapped out.
"I love you're dress," he said brushing his hand over her shoulder, "You seem very comfortable showing a little skin. It's refreshing."
Turning her head to set her blue eyes on him, Aislyn smiled. "Thanks!" she replied happily, one hand smoothing out the fabric stretched across her flat stomach. "It's one of my favorites. And it's nice out so a little skin won't kill me. Besides, it lets my wings breathe." There was a quick glance behind her as if to look at the translucent beauties, though they were closed neatly under his hands. They were soft, almost alarmingly so, and smooth. But if you felt along them you could definitely feel the veins in the thin wings.
"You look like such a stud. How didn't you have girls tripping over their dresses for you?" she asked teasingly, tilting her head away to get a good look at him. He was a gorgeous man and she could have stared at him all night. Maybe she would get to do just that in a little while? Oh, she hoped so.
"Luckily no women trip over their dresses for me. I fear the amount of scraped knees and ruined skirts that will accumulate from that. Thank you for the compliment though. As long as I've got your attention, I'm happy with how I look," Darien said smiling than pausing a bit uncomfortable about his fangs. He hoped they didn't bother her. Well, if she'd agree to the date knowing what he was then so be it. Then again she wasn't human either. His eyes went back to her wings and he grinned.
"By the end of the night if we're comfortable with each other, I might ask to touch," he said and paused, which just made it seem all that more dirty, "Your wings. I've been curious since I first saw them. They look so fragile."
It had been a figure of speech, but he was adorable taking it literally. Aislyn smiled and nudged his side gently with her forearm. "You're pretty close to perfect, I'd say," she told him teasingly. She noticed his smile falter and tapping one of her long fingers by her own grin. "Ah ah. That's better. I want to see you smile, too!" The blond shrugged a shoulder as if trying to hide behind it before relaxing and talking comfortably by his side. He was tall.
"Whoa, you're fast!" she joked. "But you can touch if you want. They're not so fragile. Enough that I'll be in pain if they rip, god yah, but it's not like they're paper thin. They've taken a beating over the years!"
He thought for a moment she was serious. He was about to apologize, than smiled. She was being cute and a little playful. That had to be a good sign.
"You won't mind," he asked obviously interested in touching them. They looked so interesting and he'd never met anyone with wings before. He stopped them and turned towards her. He offered his hand and waited for her to take it. That way she could make sure she was comfortable with the whole idea. He couldn't tell me they were more of a private thing or not.
Turning back toward Darien, Aislyn took his hand with both of hers and grinned. "I promise I won't," she said, letting them open slowly. They fluttered once, opening and closing, before remaining open. She tilted her head at them. "It's okay. Go ahead." In the light of the hall they didn't glitter so much as shined, the white color translucent and beautiful. Aislyn loved her wings because they were shaped similarly to a butterfly's. They were large, though, and were easier to keep closed. There were places she couldn't fly because her wings couldn't move. That was always sad.
Darien reached out and touched her wings. They didn't feel like glass, not like he'd been assuming they would. It was softer and a lot nicer. It wasn't something he'd every thought he'd feel, but it was nice. Much better down the feather down angels in those pictures in the church.
"There are so nice. Then again they must be. They're connected to you and that automatically makes them beautiful," he told her and kissed her cheek again. An impulse he should have ignored, but he couldn't.
As he touched her wings they remained still. She watched his fingers over the soft, leathery wing that allowed her to take flight, eyes half lidded. People didn't often touch her wings and, honestly, it was nice. Once upon a time, as a child, she had nightmares of someone trying to rip them off. Boys were horribly mean as children and had the desire to take apart bugs. Why not her?
"Darien!" she blushed deeply and put a hand over her cheek. Aislyn felt like a little girl all of the sudden and found it was a nice feeling. When she removed her hand he kissed her, to which she smiled. "Look at you being all forward. Aww."
Her teases were going to give him a mild heart attack one of these days. He saw the smile through and figured it was her way of playing coy. He grinned back and put his hand over her hair. It was another forward gesture, but one she might not mind. His friends had always made fun of him for being too concerned about how the girl, or the girl's father, would react to his actions.
"It's hard not to when a face like yours demands affection," he told her hoping that was as smooth as it sounded in his head. He offered his hand once more. "I believe we are missing the park."
Neither Aislyn nor her father really minded how forward the man was. Well, her father would have minded more but he was also a man and had lived through a very exciting decade called the seventies. A lot of strange things went down. And being a mischievous sprite didn't help the situation at all. Her family was filled with wild beings who knew how to "party" seriously hard.
His line was a pick up, that was for sure, and it drew her in like a bright light and a moth. Or just a bright light. She loved shining things. "Right, the park," for a moment Lyn sounded a little dazed. She was day dreaming.
He took her hand and wrapped his tightly around her tender fingers. He lead her outside slowly, leading her into the night. It would have been better in the sunlight, she thrived under it's rays, oh yes he'd watched her outside, but that wasn't an option. She was still beautiful though, her hair glowing a slightly different color. She looked so...alive. In her fingers he could feel a pulse and it wasn't exciting physically like it might be if he was hungry, but mentally he smiled. It made him feel normal, wings on her back and all.
"I know I'm a one tricky pony, but I made you desert. I left it under a bench in the back before I came to get you," he said looking her over, "As my mother would say, I'll fatten you up sooner or later."