Chris Reimmer (Nov 10, 2011 9:58:53 PM)
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Paige Villawood (Nov 10, 2011 9:59:28 PM)
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Chris Reimmer (Nov 10, 2011 10:05:12 PM)
*Alright, Chris was in the kitchen, it was where he tended to gravitate. He was doing dishes actually, trying to earn his keep in a sense. Standard Chris attire, with the sleeves of his sweater pushed up to half-way up his forarms. Music playing in the background to keep him moving. Since he'd heard it at the bar the other night, he had The Black Keys playing*

Paige Villawood (Nov 10, 2011 10:07:23 PM)
*Paige comes in from the atrium, waving to him as she strides accross the lawn and towards the front door. Wearing a simple short cotton summer dress in pale blue, her feet are bare and hair left to fall naturally around her shoulders as she opens the door and steps inside moving in and to the kitchen.* Hey look at you washing up, I thought after seeing the apartment you had a instinctual aversion to soap.

Chris Reimmer (Nov 10, 2011 10:14:52 PM)
*he looked back over his shoulder and smirked, rinsing a cup and putting in the rack before turning fully, drying his hands on a towel* Well, there it was just me. No one else to get their knickers in a knot. *he grinned, gesturing out to the atrium* Done for the day?

Paige Villawood (Nov 10, 2011 10:16:04 PM)
*She smiles as she steps towards him, her hands held up palm flat in his direction as her fingers wiggle to show that she has washed and cleaned the dirt off them.* Yes all done for the day and determined to spend a night here relaxing rather than go running around the city while our friends try to get me drunk.

Chris Reimmer (Nov 10, 2011 10:17:35 PM)
*he laughed leaning back against the edge of the counter* Or whisk you away on romantic drives in flashy sports cars? *he grinned again, inclining his head slightly* Or El Caminos...

Paige Villawood (Nov 10, 2011 10:18:53 PM)
*The humour dancing in her eyes she steps up closer to him her hands sliding around his waist as she gently teases.* Last night it was Amos' bike, but nothing quite beats the hastily stolen car screaming down the streets to launch into the lady killer just as they appeared in all their might and glory.

Chris Reimmer (Nov 10, 2011 10:22:31 PM)
*he smirked watching her as she wrapped her arms around him, his own encircling her waist, his hands meeting behind her back* Oh wow, Amos' bike? I bet that was cozy. *he leaned forward to give her a quick kiss and then gave her a little squeeze* I'll have to keep my eyes on that cajun. *he laughed to indicate he was joking... kind of*

Paige Villawood (Nov 10, 2011 10:28:06 PM)
*She chuckles at that, her head tilting back a little so that she could keep eye contact with him.* Or just keep your hands on me. Either works just as well.

Chris Reimmer (Nov 10, 2011 10:31:49 PM)
*he smirked watching her* Okay, that does sound more appealing. As ruggedly handsome as he is. *another big smile, he seemed to be in a decent mood today*

Paige Villawood (Nov 10, 2011 10:33:50 PM)
Speaking of Amos though, how is Samuel coping with Pey staying out there? *She watches him curiously, using her arms around his waist to brace herself so that she can lean back a little and see him clearly.* I think we'd have to be blind to miss the fact that something is going on between the two of them.

Chris Reimmer (Nov 10, 2011 10:35:13 PM)
*he nodded to that* I think that he's jealous. *he spoke a little more directly than he would normally, but it was clear as day to the lammasu* And I don't blame him. *he shook his head faintly* If you were in trouble and went running to another man for protection...

Paige Villawood (Nov 10, 2011 10:38:02 PM)
*She slips in closer at that, her lips brushing against his as though to silence the thought before it had time to fully settle in his mind.* I wouldn't Ra', I will stand by your side, fight by your side and if the time comes die by your side. Still even aside from that Sam seems ... troubled. I'm worried for him.

Chris Reimmer (Nov 10, 2011 10:40:57 PM)
*He let the line of thought go at the touch of her lips to his, her words what he wanted to hear. He nodded more gravely* Yes, I've seen what you mean. A cloud is descending around him. *his eyes cast down for a moment, then back up to hers* I'll try and get him alone to chat.

Chris Reimmer (Nov 10, 2011 10:41:16 PM)
*a little smirk* But getting anyone alone seems like a challenge in and of itself around here

Paige Villawood (Nov 10, 2011 10:43:26 PM)
*She grins suddenly at that slipping away from him to flick on the kettle, that need for caffine starting to crawl here so softly just beneath her skin.* Well you can scowl very effectively when you want to Chris, I have first hand experience and great faith in you finding a way. *Her head tilting to the side she watches him curiously leaning back against the counter as she waits for the water to boil.* Speaking of which, you never did explain to me why you didn't want me to take your blood?

Chris Reimmer (Nov 10, 2011 10:47:25 PM)
*his hands trailed off of her, maintaining contact as long as possible as she moved to start the kettle. His hands falling back down to his sides. He furrowed his brow, eyes moving to look out the window* It just makes me uncomfortable. *a pause* I mean, Chris.

Chris Reimmer (Nov 10, 2011 10:48:36 PM)
*His became a little absent as he seemed to be dredging something up, a memory from the mortal host reaching into his conscious mind*

Paige Villawood (Nov 10, 2011 10:48:39 PM)
*She watches him closely for a long moment before reaching up to collect two cups and the ground coffee, begining to prepare the 'french press'.* Just a problem with needles?

Chris Reimmer (Nov 10, 2011 10:50:22 PM)
*He blinked, looking back to her and the 'french press'. 'Swallowing' before speaking, his mouth becoming suddenly dry* The last time he had an encounter with needles, he overdosed. *his voice a little far away as he spoke, obviously not entirely able to distance himself from one of the mortal's most traumatic memories*

Paige Villawood (Nov 10, 2011 10:53:45 PM)
*The water poured out she fixes two mugs of coffee, picking them up and stepping over to him once more as she presses one into his palm. Her voice soft she sways a little closer her free hand reaching up to brush a strand of hair back behind his ear, subconsciously trying to stop him from hiding from her.* What happened?

Chris Reimmer (Nov 10, 2011 10:59:48 PM)
*he closed both his hands on the mug, looking down at it as he spoke, his body automatically leaning slightly into her, the mortal memories clawing their way into his consciousness, the line between man and demon the most blurred when stressed* Me and... *another pause* Chris and his girlfriend... well she wasn't really my girlfriend, but I got her pregant *he had dropped the third person perspective now* And we decided we needed to get clean, but.... *he looked up from his coffee with pursed lips* Things never go like they're supposed to...

Paige Villawood (Nov 10, 2011 11:02:37 PM)
*Cupping the coffee with both her own palms she blew softly accross the surface while she watched him speak. Her stomach leant up against his, her voice continued to weave softly through the air around them, this tiny little bit of space in the world claimed by them and them alone as she grew to know the man who so influenced the Fallen that held her so completely in his power.* Did you love her or was she an obligation?

Chris Reimmer (Nov 10, 2011 11:07:35 PM)
*he shook his head, his eyes casting down again* No... *he heaved a sigh heavily* I wanted to love her. I guess in a way I did, but. *he shook his head again, staring into the cup* It wasn't normal... it was weird, we were like, crutches for eachother... I think I loved her more once she... *a moment to choose softer words* passed away. If that makes any sense.

Paige Villawood (Nov 10, 2011 11:10:20 PM)
*She nods and sips on her coffee, the usual dancing humour absent from her and that gravity make her dark eyes appear deeper and almost black as she watches him.* She overdosed then? Overdosed while she was pregnant and Chris had to find her?

Chris Reimmer (Nov 10, 2011 11:14:34 PM)
*He sighed heavily, a heave of his chest. He hadn't talked about any of this, really, since he was in rehab talking to Dr Everman. He hesitated, face clouded over with consternation and despair* I talked her into one last hit. *he smirked faintly, mostly out of habit and shook his head* I don't know what I was thinking, just couldn't let it all go. *a slow exhalation* But it only takes one. I never saw her again, I woke up in the hospital. But she died on the floor next to me while I was unconscious I guess... it's a fucked up thing to think about.

Paige Villawood (Nov 10, 2011 11:16:47 PM)
*She sighs at that the coffee discarded and placed on the counter behind him, so that her arms are free to run around his neck and hold him close, her eyes closing as she presses towards him and little bits of information begin to slowly fall into place.* So -that- is why he hated himself so much. That was why he couldn't go on living in a world that had bright things in it.

Chris Reimmer (Nov 10, 2011 11:21:45 PM)
*He dipped his head to lean into her more. His brow furrowed, eyes focussed in space, pointed towards the floor, speaking quietly* Among other things. But that was the last big one. Pushed me... *a moment to collect himself* Him over the edge. By the time he met you, he was just in a downward spiral. As much as the people around here tried to help him.

Paige Villawood (Nov 10, 2011 11:27:43 PM)
*Holding him close she places a soft kiss to the side of his neck, her breath warm against it as she speaks, the walls of taboo that surrounded their mortal lives falling away in the face of this closeness.* Did you love Brianna then Chris? Or couldn't you bring yourself to really love anyone before the end.... just in case somehow you hurt them?

Chris Reimmer (Nov 10, 2011 11:31:17 PM)
*Another heavy breath, a slight tremble as he exhaled* Until I spoke the words to you... I can't remember the last time I ever said I loved anything, really. *he scoffed a little at himself* Love... *his eyes still fixed somewhere far away, switching in and out of the first person* He didn't love anything, least of all himself. For fear of both hurting and being hurt.

Paige Villawood (Nov 10, 2011 11:35:03 PM)
*One hand unwinding from his neck, she cups the left side of his face with her palm while her lips brush up his neck and along his right cheek finally pulling back as she stares into his eyes.* How strange when it seems to me that what lies between us isn't a choice, never was a choice.

Chris Reimmer (Nov 10, 2011 11:41:34 PM)
*he looked over, drawing back as well to allow his eyes to focus on her, a faint smile* The part of me that is bound up in Chris tried to resist. But it of course was useless to try. There is the weight of history behind... whatever it is that is pulling us together. *he looked down in reflection* I wish I could remember it all... but its just more feelings. *his eyes coming up to hers* And desires.

Paige Villawood (Nov 10, 2011 11:44:21 PM)
Something happened at some point, something neither of us can recall. *She speaks softly, her lips unable to help but seek his out, sucking softly upon them in between the random thoughts that drift to the surface from her unconscious hidden mind.* And in that lost moment in one way or another our lives were tied together, our existences, our fates, as though we were two seperate pieces of strings that became so tangled they could no longer be seperated without destroying them both in the process.

Chris Reimmer (Nov 10, 2011 11:49:06 PM)
*He closed his eyes as her lips came to his, the coffee almost slipping out of his hands before he moved the mug to the counter behind him. He opened his eyes to speak* That is both very romantic and poetic... *the little smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth* And kind of terrifying.

Paige Villawood (Nov 10, 2011 11:52:21 PM)
*She grins suddenly at that the humour springing back into her eyes at the sight of the smirk.* Don't make me feed you to the gators Chris.

Chris Reimmer (Nov 10, 2011 11:55:17 PM)
*he feigned genuine concern, drawing back to look more fully at her* But Paige, if you threw me to the gators, then you would be separated from me and surely be destroyed in the process. *he darted in for a quick peck on her lips, trying to go through the motions to distance himself mentally from his ugly memories as fast as possible*