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 Female x Male  Fantasy  Historical/Historical Fiction  Romance Tie Your Heart At Night To Mine| Demonling & Miss Oolong

Discussion in 'Roleplay Execution' started by ThreeDemonsInaTrenchCoat, Jun 30, 2019.

  1. ThreeDemonsInaTrenchCoat

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    @miss oolong
    The room was full with noise and merriment. Laughter and voices all mingling together, floating like one homogeneous gas practically suffocating him where he sat, hunched at his small corner of the bar. Contemplating on his last half ounce of congeniality and good humour, dark amber and tasting like fire, as it swished around at the bottom of his glass. It's dwindling amount signifying that his night was soon to come to an end. He would have to go home eventually, to a wife and a bed that seemed more cold than welcoming.

    It had been centuries- no, almost a whole millenia since she had left his life, she had been barely an hour in his long life and was gone, all the more tragically, well before her time. A cruel joke played by the fates. To take a new wife every century, with one replacing the last almost no sooner than she had just left. It as easier at first, but over time it grew more and more difficult to guard himself against them, to keep them at a safe distance but for every single one of them he had always felt something. He couldn't deny that he felt for them, affection, fondness, but to feel anything more, like he had felt for her, was to endure neverending grief. Now for every new wife, he felt little next to nothing, all of it trifles compared to what she had inspired in him.

    Eventually.

    He downs the last of his drink. Fire in his throat and water in his eyes as glassy dark irises traipsed about the bar.
    A pleasant buzz fills him, his head light and heavy all at once, looking for no one or anything in particular. Thumbing the spot on his finger where a gold band used to be, should be. He flags the bartender down for another drink and within less than a minute and he's already repeating his mourning ritual. Glass half empty as dewy eyes made inventory of the room. Smiling faces, full glasses, a world apart from him. Contained in his own personal bubble, a world away from everyone else. Another gulp of burning heat down his throat. Noise of the outside world filtering in as the sound of new voices entered the bar. His eyes drifting in the direction with no second thought. Eyes landing upon the one face that could shatter the walls built up behind his eyes.

    It was her face.

    Fate or god or whoever it was must’ve had some twisted sense of humor, delighting in his torture because any humor in coincidence was lost on him at this point.

    Starlight.

    He could only look at her from his corner, dumbstruck with his mouth even slightly agape. Forgetting his good senses and staring for far longer than what was considered normal. As if he had just seen a ghost. Her ghost, there was no mistaking her features, her smile, all of it come to life once more in the body of a stranger.
     
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  2. miss oolong

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    She wasn’t entirely sure why she was there in the first place. Bars and taverns had never been Maisie’s scene. Personally, she always preferred a quiet night at home over anything remotely alcohol fueled. But perhaps it was by fate or someone else’s will that night that she craved for company, even if it was amongst strangers and loose neighborly acquaintances. A woman could only take so many quiet nights in with the cat. The moment she stepped into the dark tavern, Maisie was overwhelmed by the sound of clinking glasses and the unmistakable odor of alcohol. Most loved it, but she had always found the smell to be the most off putting— almost cloying at times. A few patrons recognized her and smiled as they raised their glasses before resuming their conversations with one another. There were no polite invitations for her to sit or join, but that was alright. It was nice to be just seen.

    She was a wanderer— always had been from the moment she’d been old enough to live on her own. She liked to bake and went from town to town to sell her wares and spread her recipes. Every time she moved and landed in a new town, she always told herself that it was the one— that she would stay. But inevitably, the restlessness would creep on her, ever encroaching. Maisie didn’t know what she was looking for; a feeling, a person, an odd familiarity? She yearned for a home, but didn’t know what it would feel like. She could only hope that she would know when the time was right. As of yet, this town was still relatively new to her. Just the week prior, she had arrived alongside the eastern winds.

    The barkeep, a man that was also her neighbor, caught sight of her, smiled, and motioned with his fingers for her to come and sit at the bar. He was already preparing her a glass of wine from a decanter by the time she came to sit in front of him.

    “Little Miss Mae. Didn’t figure I’d ever see you around in here.”

    A slow smile spread across her face as she nodded her appreciation for the wine. “Why not? I’m perfectly capable of debauchery.” The man snorted, amused and entirely unconvinced.

    “What trouble could a nice girl who bakes sweets and chocolates like you get into?”

    After a few more moments of exchanging pleasantries, the barkeep let her be to tend to others. She continued sipping from her glass of wine, the liquid alighting just the smallest little glow of warmth in her, but not enough yet to make her silly. Quietly, her eyes roamed across the room, curious of the other locals, when they were caught by another pair from a corner booth, also looking directly at her. Awkwardly, Maisie darted her gaze away, but was inexplicably drawn back to the man again. She didn’t know how to identify the feeling that briefly swelled in her: curiosity and familiarity all bundled into one. His face was one that was both new and old to her— the longer she looked at him, the more frustrated she became; like trying to look into her blind spot without moving her eyes. Perhaps he had once been a regular customer of hers at a town from before. For a long while, she debated on whether or not to take her chances and say hello, but decided against it. The odds that she did know him were small and she didn’t want to embarrass herself. As casually as she could, Maisie turned her attention back to her glass and tried to ignore the tugging sensation at her ears that begged for her to turn and look again.
     
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  3. ThreeDemonsInaTrenchCoat

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    When she noticed him in his corner his heart lurched. The world about him seeming to slow and growing surreal, himself held frozen as if caught in the gorgon's stare, held in place and turned to stone save for the quickening of his heart underneath. For he had a heart, it was sure, he had been reminded. A thrilling thing it was, to be feeling once more things he thought had died with her long ago, the embers of her wake having rekindled just at the sight of her alone.
    And the sound of her voice, so familiar and beautiful to him that it hurt like a knife twisting in his chest, he hadn't heard exactly what she had said but it didn't matter. It was certainly her, just as beautiful as the day he'd lost her and untouched by all that had transpired in between. Like some godsent miracle, perfectly preserved as she was out of time's reach.

    Whether it was meant as a jape or some small mercy, he was thankful all the same.

    He could've spent eternity like this, simply watching and it would have been enough for him and yet when she had looked away he felt a terrible ache. His better senses coming back to him and realising that no matter how similar this stranger looked, his starlight was long dead. beneath the ground, less than dust in a tomb he himself had built.
    No good would come of indulging idle fantasies and illusion. He was married- though in truth it hadn't stopped him before- and whilst no love would have been lost, there would be no coming back. He didn't believe that he could, knowing already the pain of losing her once and having to relive it once more, was one more night of knowing her worth the suffering it would beget?

    He throws back the rest of his drink, knuckles white as the alcohol killed all doubts and regrets on its way down. The hindrances of lesser beings; an insidious effect of his mortal binds, illusory and nothing more.
    He makes his way to her, taking the seat right next to her as he flagged the bartender down for another drink. This time looking at her and catching her eye. Incapable of not smiling.
    "I'm not intruding, am I? I just thought you looked like good company." If a bit out of place and out of time.
     
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  4. miss oolong

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    Out of the corner of her eye, something moves, and she knows that it was the man whose gaze she had caught earlier. She goes to fuss nervously with the sleeves of her blouse, as if she had nothing better in the world to be doing at that moment than adjusting her clothes. When the bar stool next to her creaks, Maisie finally turns to look, and releases a breath she hadn’t even realized she had been holding in the first place. His smile, infectious, incites one to spread her lips as well— mirrors of one another. The urge to suddenly cry nearly overwhelms her, but she keeps herself at heel. Nothing would chase a man away faster than tears at the sight of him.

    “No, you’re not,” her eyes roamed over his face, every detail only confirming the growing feeling in her stomach that she indeed knew him. But surely, she would’ve remembered this feeling— weightlessness and clarity all at once. It was the feeling she had been unwittingly chasing, flitting from town to town like a butterfly, waiting for this very moment. It seemed a bit much for a man she had just met, but Maisie was always one for emotional honesty and transparency. One had to be when they were a young woman, traveling and living alone. She spent far too much time with her own self to lie to herself about her feelings. Her stool creaks as she swivels her chair to better face him.

    “I’m awfully sorry, but have we... possibly met before?” A laugh bubbles anxiously from her throat and she shakes her head at herself out of good humor.

    “It’s silly, considering how I’ve only recently moved here, but I run a bit of a traveling sweets shop. Your face is familiar. And if we haven’t met, then,” she extends a friendly hand towards him to shake. “Maisie Bennett. Nice to meet you for the first, or second, time.”
     
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  5. ThreeDemonsInaTrenchCoat

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    There was something in the meeting of their eyes at that proximity that made his chest swell and twist. Something painful and familiar gnawed at him, more of that sweet ache, so close to relief and release all at once. She laughed -light and airy- what heaven it was to hear it! He knew then she felt it too and he himself couldn't help the way his own breath shook his body as it left him. Sweet relief.
    He watches her, the wide grin somehow finding the room and will to grow as she talked about how familiar he seemed to her.

    Maisie.

    God, even her name! Half of him wanted to cry, to have her in his arms and just sob. I know you! He wanted to scream, to tell her everything that was between them, to tell her everything he had never dared to when she was his. But he had a better mind than that. More self control even. He takes her hand, squeezing it lightly.
    "Could be you're right, but I doubt it," he says back. Hardly did he travel down to this city, perhaps maybe once or twice a century and it was only sheer luck that he had happened to run into her here now.

    "But I'm from quite a bit away, It won't even show on your map I bet, also I don't really get to travel all that much" he confessed. Demons of the wall were... antiquated things. Not as well known as they had been in the past, closer to history and the obscure than everyday talk. Set in their ways and stuck in a time before modern inventions- much to the dismay of their human wives. This demon knew better than to come traipsing down into town dressed like the previous century. He did well to blend in, or so he liked to believe.

    "Maybe just from another life, then." a joke.
     
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  6. miss oolong

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    Their hands linger, caught in a drawn out handshake that she didn’t even realize until long after their introduction had ended and their fingers were still tangled together. Slowly, she pulls away from him and goes back to encircling her wine glass. She catches the eye of the bartender, who only winks at her in return and nods encouragingly before clearing his throat and walking to the other end of the counter.

    Maisie never allowed for much romance in her life. There was the odd dalliance here and there; attempts to connect with someone else and to find something to tether her down. But there was never anything lasting. Her eyes flicker down to his hand; ringless. Another smile tugs at her lips at this small victory, but it inevitably falls when he informs her that he wasn’t even from that city— that he was from somewhere else far away.

    “Oh,” she exhales, quietly, falsely cheerful before she takes another sip from her drink. It had been foolish for her to hope for anything— silly to place hopes and expectations onto a stranger. “How disappointing for me, then. I was hoping to make a friend.” She smiles again at him nevertheless, basking in the small comfort that the familiarity of his face brought her.

    “Do you believe in those sorts of things? Past lives and reincarnation?”
     
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  7. ThreeDemonsInaTrenchCoat

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    His eyes don't dare leave her, because there was nowhere else he'd rather look but also he was half afraid that if he glanced elsewhere for a second, she'd disappear. But it didn't mean he didn't notice where her gaze flitted here and there, her nervous fidget, and even when she looked down at his hand. Glad he was to have taken it off before he'd left, too full in love to spare any room for guilt.

    When her expression falls, so does his, though she smiles the downcast of her mood doesn't escape him and he can't help but lean closer. Her question only making him laugh, his face truly one made for wearing smiles.
    "No, never before, but I'm seriously considering it." He loved her already just as he had before, he decided, and five hundred years had barely made a dent in those feelings.

    "To be honest with you, I don't have anywhere I need to be tomorrow. Home, eventually, but nothing's waiting for me there." the truth of it, what was there back home but miles and miles of dead black trees? A wife perhaps, but an indifferent one. His eyes on her, he reaches for his drinking, seeing it in his periphery and making a grab for it
    "I know we just met and all but I thin-" he's cut short, startled by the sudden splash of cold and wet in his lap as his hand sends the glass rolling across the surface, making a damn fool of himself in the process. Jumping up to his feet as he cusses and tries to rectify the situation, righting the glass before looking for something to mop up the mess.
     
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  8. miss oolong

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    Maisie pauses— she’s not so out of touch that she doesn’t understand what he’s trying to imply. It wasn’t like she’d invite him to stay the night at her apartment and they’d spend all night doing needlework and braiding each other’s hair. It was impulsive and unlike her, but the idea wasn’t so foreign at all for whatever reason. Of course. Of course he could come home with her. She takes another drink from her glass and drums her fingers carefully on the top of the bar, thinking. Her mind’s eye races to the condition of her apartment. She always kept tidy, generally, but was it clean enough for a guest? More importantly, had she unpacked enough to ensure that he was at least comfortable through the night until the next day? Surely, with a connection so instant and with a surprising amount of depth, a one night fling would only stand to hurt her.

    But, better to hurt. The thought of bidding him a good night and safe travels was one that felt impossible. She liked talking with him. Deja vu was not a feeling a wanderer got often. Now, with him, she was drowning in it. And, dammit, she would see it to the end.

    Just as she was about to inquire about where he was staying for the night, Maisie let out a surprised gasp as his drink suddenly slips from his grasp, splashing his drink on both of their laps. She stares, wide eyed and fingers splayed in genuine shock as her eyes flicker from her wet skirt to his soaked pants and countertop. Maisie watches as he fumbles about the bar for napkins before her lips curve yet again into a wide smile— this time though, she laughs loudly, joining the effort to gather napkins as her shoulders tremble in her suppressed giggles.

    “I promise I’m not laughing at you,” she bit out as she looked at him, eyes bright, “but here you were, doing quite a good job at flirting, if I have to admit. And—“ she gestures to the mess with her hands before she continues to help wipe and mop. She hands him a wad of napkins for his pants. “Are you... are you staying anywhere for the night? I could toss your clothes into the wash. It wouldn’t do to travel home while smelling like an alcoholic, would it?”
     
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  9. ThreeDemonsInaTrenchCoat

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    He can't help the laughter that falls out of himself, joining her own till even his ears and cheeks coloured just that little bit. An apology about her skirt stumbling out somewhere in between it all.
    "I guess it's just the way, isn't it? Can't have things going too well now, can we- again I'm so sorry-" He took the offered napkins and patting at himself some with them, eyebrows raising as his eyes looked up to meet hers at her offer, pausing as his grin grew and broke into another laugh. His head hangs, shaking it not at her offer but at himself and the situation. Fate was undeterred in uniting them together, it seemed. Yet somehow knowing that only served to make leaving more painful the next day.

    "That's really very kind of you," His tone brimming with sincerity and regret. "But I have my change of clothes back at the hotel and unless you happen to have a spare pair of a Men's 32 lying around, I'm going to have to decline." Though really he very desperately wanted to say yes. The smile faltered, black eyes falling from her face and momentarily at his feet. A beat of silence ensued before the feel of his heart mutilating itself in his chest at the thought of saying goodbye to her now grew to be too much. Quickly, he spoke again, louder, like a spark of hope in the dark. It was too soon to say goodbye to her just yet, ten minutes not even alone at a bar was nowhere near enough.

    "Unless you didn't mind if I went and grabbed it first. It's not too far from here actually, we could walk- take the scenic route." Whatever it took to prolong the night, whatever excuse, how rare was it to have the opportunity to fall in love all over again with someone so dear? How rare it was to get to meet them again in another life and to get to know her once more, new and alive yet still so much the same where it mattered. He would not squander it. He added with a smile.
    "I'm curious to hear more about this travelling sweet shop."
     
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  10. miss oolong

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    At first, disappointment for the second time that night runs through her like a bitter tonic. It did feel like a terrible waste, to have to part and say goodbye when they were both so painfully drawn to one another. And she had to admit that she’s dying to know what the rest of his sentence would’ve been before he was cut off by his drink splashing all over the both of them. He knew they just met, but what did he think? Were they both thinking the same thing?

    Maisie tries to recover from her disappointment as gracefully as she can and is already shaking her head before he can finish his apology. In an attempt at a recovery to save face, she chuckles and shoots him her best winning smile. “Oh did I say traveling sweets shop? I meant a traveling men’s apparel shop.” When he looks away, she allows for her face to drop for a moment and goes to grab her clutch from the counter. Just one last look— it’s all she wants now; one last look of his painfully familiar face before they went their separate ways. She looks at him and her brows crinkle— their mirror expression, her disappointment on his face.

    It’s his next proposition that keeps her unable to even hide her smile. “I enjoy evening walks.” She glances to her neighbor behind the bar, hand on her clutch, and he slowly shakes his head before jutting his chin out towards the door. She’d have to thank him later.

    Together, they leave the bar, and the city suddenly feels alive, even during the dark of night. Her shoes click on the street as they walk side by side, their hands at their sides, but so close that they might as well have been touching. “I’ll answer your question with a question of my own.” She pulls her little cashmere shawl tighter around herself to fight against the night breeze and looks sideways at him. “You never told me your name.”
     
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  11. ThreeDemonsInaTrenchCoat

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    He had a feeling she would like evening walks.
    The cold washes over them, filling his lungs and he relishing the crispness of it. Feeling more alive and awake with what little buzz he had spent building all night alone now well and truly gone from him. his grief, gone from him, lifted for the first time since all those years ago. The city alight and abuzz around them, but his eyes never left her -save maybe once or twice to make sure he didn't walk into a lamppost or into oncoming traffic. Simply wanting to be closer to her, his little found hers, hooking itself around and anchoring the two together.
    His expression morphing into one of slight embarrassment when he realises he forgot to even give her a name. Of course! Introducing himself was something he had never made a habit of and humans that knew what he was, knew better than to ever ask. it wasn't as if he spent much time around them.

    "Adam - Adam Kohler- pleased to officially make your acquaintance, Miss Bennet." he chimed with a tease in his smile, giving it up easy. It, of course, was no where close to his given name, the moniker being instead long-running joke at his expense, he had been the first of them to turn; the snake in a false paradise of his own making. Closer he pulled her with his little finger, purposefully so that more of their arms touched than didn't. Leading them to his hotel.

    "Now your turn, where are you from, before here? Originally?" He would start with everything, wanting to know even the smallest things, what was her life like now and up until this point. Was she happy?
     
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  12. miss oolong

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    Maisie feels his pinky curl around hers, and she lets him, doesn’t flinch away from the touch at all. She looks away from him for a moment, her smile merely pointed towards a nearby antique shop front. She never was good at playing demure or hard to get, but then again, she wasn’t usually interested in being gotten in the first place. She has to admit to herself though that he had her, quite literally, wrapped around his little finger.

    “Mr. Kohler,” she grinned and shook their conjoined pinkies gently, “it’s nice to officially meet you.” Even when their arms brush against each other, it’s still electric— it’s still warm. She can’t shake the feeling of knowing him, of knowing his face. His name rang no bells for her, not even a little bit. Briefly, she wonders if he has a twin brother. Even with his denial and even with his utterly unfamiliar name, she’s still drawn to his face, comforted by it. She takes a deep breath and with her exhale, shifts her hands so that it’s fully enclapsed inside of his.

    Even his palm feels familiar.

    “I’m from Kettersburg— a small coastal town in the north. I left when I was seventeen and I’ve been roaming ever since.” She still tried to visit her parents every now and again— when she missed them and was in need of friendly faces. “When my grandmother passed away, I didn’t feel the need to stay anymore. It’s her recipes I use in my sweets. Hers and mine.” She shrugs her shoulders casually. “I’ve been trying to find home ever since.”
     
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    She took his hand so naturally and without a second thought as if they had already known each other for years. The ease in which they fell into each other's rhythms and the way he looked at her, with complete adoration. It would have been impossible to convince any onlooker that they'd not even known each other for a whole half hour. That they'd only just met in a bar barely ten minutes ago. He listens to her, eyebrows raising when she hears where she's from. Kettersburg. He knows it, in fact, it was a lot closer to his home than he had originally expected. Who would have known that she had been so close all this time? He gives her hand a light squeeze

    When she spoke of home and roaming, it was wistfully, she had tried to play it off with a shrug but he suspected differently -if he knew her as well as he thought.
    "I'm sorry to hear that, she meant a lot to you, clearly," he says, a note of sympathy, he didn't like the idea of her alone in the world, looking for the something she had lost when her grandmother died. He knew the feeling, of wanting to keep the remnants of a lost love close, but it was terribly lonely and it was so unlike her to be so lonesome. He's quiet for a beat, surveying their whereabouts to keep on the route, though his steps stayed languid- even with his pants growing uncomfortably sticky- he was happy to muse and listen. He spoke up again, but with less of a downcast.

    "So what's home to you then? If not Kettersburg? Or here? What's stopping you from setting down roots and building one?" The hotel, as promised, was not that far at all, even with the slow pace and scenic route, he knew that it would be just around the next corner they turned.
     
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  14. miss oolong

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    It’s odd, the energy between them, aside from the nagging familiarity. They speak with one another with the intent of knowing one another, even with the full knowledge of their inevitable separation the next day. Were flings and one night stands supposed to be emotionally invested in one another? Maisie supposed not, but she can’t really help it either way. A breeze sifts through the air and blows on the soaked parts of the skirt on her dress, a shiver running up from her exposed legs to her neck.

    She looks at Adam thoughtfully, his question to her one she’s asked herself already many times. Her eyes shift to the looming hotel in the distance, intent on the glimmering neon light, blinking in and out: Starlight Hotel & Resort. Maisie’s shoulder shrugs gently when her gaze connects back to the man next to her.

    “I’m not too sure,” she replies, an honest response instead of a witty or cute one. And because their conversation had already evolved into one far beyond just shameless flirting, she looks up to him, hesitance furrowing her brow. “I’m looking for something. Or someone. I’m not sure what or whom. But I’m waiting for it to slap me in the face, grab me by the shoulders, and to tell me that I’m home.” The following chuckle is awkward, afraid that she might’ve revealed too much of her hand unnecessarily.

    “It’s silly and indulgent, I know. It just feels like I’ve lost something important without even knowing what it is. Does that make any sense?”
     
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    He looked at her, eyes dark and tender, with a knowing smile on his lips. Laughing at the way she phrased it- though he could never quite imagine slapping her in the face- taking in her words as feeling swelled in his chest. Of course he knew what she meant and, of course, he felt the same way. The only other person who could ever know the feeling, having not even realised until now that he had also been searching for her; harbouring some secret hope for the impossible. A couple of silly indulgent fools, they both were. He so badly wants to tell her everything but the words don't come, at least not yet. Though he pulls her close when he notices her shudder. His arm around her not much of a barrier against the wind, but without a jacket to offer her, it was the best he could do at the moment.

    "I've heard crazier, for sure." He starts off with something almost like a laugh but as he continues he begins to trail off.
    "And you're alone in that regard. I know I..."
    Even he, a demon, could understand the desire to find home and comfort in a person. The desire to return to paradise, or to know salvation in a lover's image. He knew those aches all too well, but perhaps it was that he had been human for far too long.
    "I can only imagine what it would feel like if you find out that you're right" they arrive at the hotel front, great glass double doors inviting them in with an array of yellow lights and the promise of warmth from the chilling night air. Promptly he guides her inside into the lobby where dark plush loveseats were situated near the elevators past the front desk. Separating himself from her.

    "Would you wait for me? I'll only be a minute?" He says, already fishing for his key card within his pocket. he didn't have much to grab and he'd only planned to stay for the two nights so he didn't see much point in unpacking. Already halfway to the elevator as he asks her.
     
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  16. miss oolong

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    For a second, panic rises in her as Adam extricates himself from her side. Maisie turns to watch him walk towards the elevator, her eyes studying his face as if it were the last glimpse she’d get of him. She nearly asks him if she can come along. She’s being silly again and overdramatic, but she can’t help it. But she finds only calm in his face, no sign whatsoever of any sort of duplicity or second guessing. She sits herself in one of the plush chairs in the lobby, right in view of the elevator, and smiles brightly to him.

    “I’ll wait for you. Right here.”

    Maisie watches him clamber into the elevator, her eyes soft with affection before she turns her attention to the downstairs lobby of the hotel. It was pretty— a mix of modern as well as the more antiquated stylings of yesteryear: electronic thermostats and sleek espresso machines amongst stained glass windows. A pianist sat at her piano in the center of the lobby, playing beautiful melodies for them all to enjoy. A family with small children checking in also sat in the same area as her, children piled in a sleepy pile, their suitcases piled next to them and their mother while the father checked them in at the front desk. Maisie observes this peaceful scene in the lobby wistfully. It was a shame that Adam wasn’t from this town. She could almost see it as being home.
     
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    He spares a glance at her as the elevator door closes. Wasting no time once it delivers him to his floor, stalking as fast as he could to his room. Admitting himself in with haste and searching for the wall light, it flickering to life to reveal its unlived state, still pristine with perfectly tucked sheets and his suitcase unopened on the bed. It would see no use tonight either. He grabs his luggage in one hand, the other finding his jacket strewn across a chair before doing one last final sweep of the place before bidding it goodbye forever.

    When he lands on the ground floor again, he spies her, seemingly lost and absorbed in another world outside of her. Feeling fills him just looking at her and any niggling hesitation about running off in the night with her that threatened was quickly quashed. If he was ever given a choice, it would always be her and of that, there was nothing he was more certain of. Before she notices him, he walks to her, dropping his charcoal peacoat into her lap and planting his lips into the hollow of her cheek very briefly.

    "I just need to check out and then I'm all yours to take home." he looks at her, their faces close enough to count each other's lashes, clearly debating something with himself before he pecks her cheek again and strides towards the reception desk. The smile still on his face as he greeted the receptionist, sliding his key card towards her.
     
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    An attendant, kind and a touch worried, comes over to her as she's in the middle of listening to the lobby pianist-- a check in to make sure that she was alright and didn't need a taxi home. Maisie's eyes flicker over to the elevator doors, still closed, before she smiles politely at the attendant and reassures her that she's merely waiting for a friend. It's only after the attendant walks away, very clearly relieved that there was no potential problem, that Maisie is surprised by a coat being dropped into her lap. She looks up and before she can even process that Adam returned, his lips sweetly graze her cheek, and her heart skips a beat in her chest-- fluttering as if it were but a little bird. They pull away, only slightly, and the look in her eye as she gazes at him can only be described as wonder.

    "Alright," she breathes, beaming when yet again, Adam kisses her cheek once more, warmth spreading from where his lips touch her skin. Even after he walks away, she smiles to herself, something small, secretive, and hidden as she looks down into her lap. What would become of them in the morning was a problem for them to handle in the morning. For now, it was far away and the least of her worries.

    Maisie stands and, unable to waste the kindness that Adam bestowed upon her, she pulls his coat on to prepare for the chill outside. It hangs large and long on her petite frame, but it's warm and soft against her skin. But more than anything, what hits her the strongest is the smell of him wrapped around her-- so achingly familiar that it almost brings her to tears. Her brow furrows in concentration as she pulls the collar across her nose and inhales. Instantly, tears threaten to well in her eyes-- longing and nostalgia cutting deep.

    She takes a moment to compose herself, one hand on her heart in an attempt to calm it, before she goes to Adam's side at the reception desk. Her fingers poke out from the too-long sleeves, just enough for her to brush the tips of her fingers against his. As the receptionist types from behind her desk, Maisie grins cheekily up at Adam and whispers to him as they wait,

    "You'll be hard pressed to ever get this back from me."
     
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    Adam gives the receptionist his details as she parrots it back to him to make sure it's correct. Him patiently waiting, as she begins typing away, when he notices a certain young woman come sauntering his way in his periphery. Dark eyes drinking in the sight of her practically drowning in his coat. Of course she was utterly adorable. He couldn't stop himself from smiling, her grin seeming to spread from her face to his as he leans against the desk and turns to look at her. Cracking a small laugh at her, seizing her teasing hand in his before it gained ideas of running away or retreating. He wanted to be closer to her, only proximity, so he pulls her by her arm to his side, trading her hand for his arm around her shoulders instead.

    "Is that right?" He says with a raised brow and a wry smile, "Though I have to admit it looks a lot better on you than me. Why don't we trade? You can have my jacket but in return-" he gives her a squeeze, leaning dangerously close to deliver a whisper of his own to her ear. His eyes black and liquid, flickering with intent from her eyes to her mouth.
    " -I get to keep you." He threatens to kiss her, making for her lips this time but stops himself short.

    "Okay, and...done! you're all checked out sir," The woman chirps. The voice of the receptionist pulling him out of the moment and reminding him of his whereabouts. He straightens, fixing a polite smile on his face as he directs himself at her, sneaking glances at Maisie to his side all the while.
    "Excellent, thank you very much."
    "No problem, we hope you had an excellent stay here- is there anything else we can do for you?"

    "No, thank you, that would be it."
    "no problem sir, have a good rest of your night!" She chirped, Adam retorting in kind before pulling his mayflower away with him and back into the blinking lights of the city night. Cleansing his lungs with the cold air before sighing it out once more. looking down at Maisie all tender eyed.
    "Which way to home?"
     
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    A shiver winds up Maisie’s neck again, but this time, it isn’t from the chill outside. Adam pulls her close, his breath tickling her ear in a teasing offer. For a moment, her breath hitches in her throat as she turns her eyes up to meet his intense gaze, so close to one another that their lips nearly graze. It’s difficult to believe that this man is the same one that clumsily knocked his drink all over the both of them to begin with. She forgets that, technically, he is a stranger to her. Perhaps it was naive of her to feel as if they had already known one another for a lifetime, but how else could they explain away this undeniable spark— a spark that already quickly threatened to overcome the both of them. Is this what she had been looking for so doggedly all these years?

    Her eyes linger on Adam’s lips before returning to his eyes, the ghost of a challenging smile curving her lips. “What a bargain.” Just as he pulls away, she turns her cheek. Not here, not in front of the receptionist— she craves privacy with him, to know him where there are no prying eyes or overhearing ears. She’s admittedly greedy in this regard, and wants him and all of his attention all to herself. The voice of the receptionist, overtly bright and peppy as it crash lands into their private moment, only reinforces this.

    They return to the quieting din of the city with equal enthusiasm, Maisie this time the one to lead them both towards a new destination. She basks in the warmth his jacket gives her. Their hands are tightly intertwined as she pulls him along, turning every now and again to glance sideways at him, merely to appreciate his handsome side profile. “It’s not far from here. Past the hotel a few blocks.” She tries to keep her gait casual, conscious about coming off as too eager.

    “As for the interesting deal you presented just now,” she says, a laugh already starting as her free hand draws the collar of his coat briefly across her face. “I might just accept if the conditions are agreeable.”
     
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