Neal Caffrey (ihaveabadge) wrote in zombieslogs, @ 2014-03-14 22:06:00 |
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Entry tags: | neal caffrey, rebekah mikaelson, shannon |
Who: Neal, Rebekah, and Shannon
What: Rebekah takes matters into her own hands
When: Saturday
Where: Rebekah's cabin
Warnings: Aladdin and Jasmine become immortal, so yes.
The first morning Neal spent outside of the prison he spent staring at a blank canvas hoping that inspiration would hit. There were multitudes of pictures in his mind that he could think back on and paint replicas of, but nothing traveled from his mind to his hands. A couple of times he made a few brushstrokes in the start of a project but he finally tossed the canvas to the side of the room and left it unfinished. Usually painting calmed him, but it was never going to work when he was feeling so.. off.
He wasn't even sure how to describe what he was feeling but it was starting to become too much too fast. Peter and Elizabeth were dead. Alex and Moz were going to Canada and Moz blamed him for what happened. The shitty part was that Neal agreed with him. He hadn't agreed to leave and so Peter stayed. Elle followed. Everyone was constantly running after Neal or trying to protect him and they ended up dead because of it. No more.
He wasn't lying to Rebekah when he told her that he wasn't good company, but he didn't want her to be alone anymore than he did. No matter how much he pushed people away, deep down Neal craved companionship and intimacy. For an immortal vampire, he and Rebekah were a lot alike. They both carried their hearts on their sleeves yet they pretended they were bulletproof most of the time. Neal could hide his emotions a little better, but Rebekah wasn't bad at doing that either.
Abandoning his art, Neal left the bedroom and wandered into the living room where Rebekah was sitting reading a magazine. She glanced up at him and he looked around expecting to see Shannon but she must have stepped out. He joined her on the couch and leaned back against the cushion, sighing.
"I think you may have had that magazine the last time we were staying here," he said with a small smile. Smiles were easy even if they didn't feel completely genuine. "You need some new reading material."