{The Rebellion}

[QueenofDorks]

The demon carried the sleeping nephlim into the looming rebel mansion, ushering quick glances to silence chattering members as he passed amongst the halls. He moved stealthy slow, roaming deeper into the base's interior -- far away from the cramped budding rooms, and instead to his very own quarters. He pushed open the door and, as carefully can be, he settled her onto his bed so she could rest in peace. Andras swaddled blankets over her sleeping form and distanced himself away, prepared to leave.


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Jade smiled quite contently at his soothingly sweet tone as he spoke, the ginger slightly buzzed from the two glasses of champagne. She was tempted to go for a third but she contemplated that wouldn't be the best idea. "I was born and raised in Salem, Massachusetts. During the witch trials. And yes, I am that old." She implied sheepishly, the woman sighing and sprawling out on the bed. "My father abandoned my mother as soon as I was born. She was among the women that was hanged. Her closest friend raised me in her absence and I abandoned Salem as soon as I was old enough to move out." Her fingers raked through her curtly tresses and the witch breathed outwards. She moved her head to the side, "Question two. What do you want to do in the future? Like an occupation, or where do you see yourself then. Something like that."

 

[InactiveCoffee]

Trixie woke slightly as her unconscious mind felt the absence of Andras' body heat. She blinked sleepily, "Hmm?" He mumbled softly, shifting in the bed. Her mind was fuzzy, so she didn't quite register where she was, nor was she able to form any kind of coherent words. She merely curled in the bed, clutching a wad of the blanket against her chest as she slid back into the arms of sleep.


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Maddox was decently surprised that she was born and raised during the Salem Witch trials, but smiled, pushed it from his mind. He shifted so he was on his back, staring at the ceiling. "The future, huh?" He mused, taking a moment to weigh his words. "Well, I hope that sometime soon humans and those that are supernatural can live in peace." He shrugged, and then laughed, his cheeks coloring. "Saying it out loud makes it sound fake." He sighed. "If I'm talking only about myself, I see myself with a family of some sort. Maybe replacing my father to help change things and make it better for those who are supernatural. I don't want to stay in politics if I can help it, but if I must, I will." He said with a shrug. He turned his head to look at her again. "So, same question for you." He said with a light chuckle.

 

[QueenofDorks]

"It sure does sound fake but... I hope it'll be able to happen. A world where humans and supernaturals can coexist together." Jade echoed the dream from her very lips and sighed. The woman dipped her hand across the edge of the bed and plucked up the champagne, her empty glass as well. She poured herself a good amount and set the bottle of alcohol aside reluctantly. "And if you stay in politics you could probably make more of a difference for the supernaturals." She mused in idea and sipped at the sultry tasting champagne, sitting up halfway but remained perched lazily in a slumped position. "As for me? Dunno. Probably pick up my travels again. Andras and I will fade to nothing but ghosts in the mind of acquaintances and friends." Fingernails clinked softly against the glass, the witch lost in contemplation. "I don't know if I would settle down again. It seems nearly impossible right now. I guess it could happen if the right guy came along." She balanced a shrug off her shoulders and then glanced at him sideways. "How've you ever been in a proper relationship?"

 

[InactiveCoffee]

Maddox frowned slightly, "You wouldn't stay to help stand for the supernaturals? If things are to change, there will need to be someone to represent them." He said, shrugging, and quickly letting the subject alone. They were talking about each other, not politics. He flushed as she asked if he'd ever been in a proper relationship, and laughed softly. "Unfortunately, no. I tried girlfriends through school, but no one ever seemed.... legit." He shrugged, sighing. "Most of the time it was either the money, who my dad was, or the fact they had strings they could pull to better themselves. Never once did I meet a girl that actually liked me." He sighed, shaking his head. "So, I resorted to one night stands or superficial girlfriends. Waiting for them to fly the coop as soon as whatever they were trying to use me for succeeded or not." He scoffed, groaning slightly. "It's hard to take someone seriously if all they want is a finger in the wallet." He sighed, and shifted onto his side to look at Jade. "How about you? Anyone special out there I should know about so I don't make a fool of myself?" He asked, his face serious even though his tone had a playful edge to it.

 

[QueenofDorks]

"I couldn't, Maddox. Politics aren't quite my thing. And it's just a force of habit, running away and disappearing. We've done it for centuries." The witch chirped in explanation as she took the occasional sip of alcohol between the words and varying replies. She noted his countence flush with color and the corners of her mouth twitched, allowing a smirking sneer to grow slightly enough. She balanced her champagne glass against her hands and swept her eyes across Maddox once more as he spoke. "Figures so. A lot of people merely use men with money to further themselves along in the world. Even though they end up not lasting fairly long... it's a pity." Snorting laughter soon bubbled out of her and she shook her head, rather appalled by his question. But also amused, filled with mirth. The alcohol was surely playing a part in that too. "You do realize that we wouldn't be even holding this conversation if I had someone special. Right?" She took a swig of champagne and then set it aside as hurriedly as possible. The woman extended out her right arm, hitched up the lace sleeves, and offered Maddox a peek at the engraved initials on her wrist that were tatted in ink, specifically the one of Edwin's and the assumed date of his death, set in the middle of the Civil War. "Short answer: no, not anymore. I don't have anyone. I used to, long ago. But since then there hasn't been anyone. You won't have to make a fool of yourself, hon."

 

[InactiveCoffee]

Maddox blinked at the initials, and the date, and glanced back up at Jade's face as she explained. His looked away, frowning slightly, "Oh. I'm sorry. I didn't realize..." he said, and put a hand over his face. "I meant no disrespect. Loosing someone isn't a laughing matter." he said, and finally moved his hand and stared at the ceiling. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly, "Anyway, I believe it's your turn to ask a question." he said, smiling as he shifted onto his side again to watch Jade as they spoke. He could only stand so long without looking at someone he was speaking to, and he had to admit, the witch was attractive. Though he wasn't going to get his hopes up, not from the way she had spoke previously about anything between them. Not to mention, the precarious precipice he was currently standing on. On one side, he was helping the supernaturals, on another, he was supposed to be helping his father rid this world of these beings. To add to it, now he had Jade's father on another side, wanting him to destroy the rebellion and capture this woman to be tortured and murdered. Not exactly something he could do easily, and even less so if he allowed himself to get close to her. Yet there was something intriguing about her. Something that seemed to pull him in and make him want to get to know her. Honestly, more than that was the farthest thing from his mind, but it was undeniable the attraction he held for this witch. Something that was causing him to lay here, and simply talk. The last time he laid in bed with a woman, she was a drunk from a bar that he slept with and then ditched the following morning. He hadn't ever just talked. It was an oddity, but not an unwelcome one.

 

[QueenofDorks]

Jade withdrew her arm back, fingers absently tugging the dress sleeve back down so it concealed the tattooed initials once more from his sight. Her shoulders offered a shrug, the witch seemingly not minding as much to his choice of words. "Exactly. You didn't know so you don't have to apologize, Maddox. It's alright." She assured him with the slightest of smiles, waving a hand that indicated a certain amount of carefreeness. She settled back onto her side afterwards and met his watching gaze, a bit taken aback by it. The curious thoughts tugged at her brain, pondering what exactly he too was thinking in this moment. What he thought of her. Was it good? Bad? She was inclined to using the brief amount of telepathy spells to just pry the smallest thought from his mind but... that wouldn't exactly be the discreetest, and she'd rather not intervene into his privacy. His voice managed to reach her and pull her back into reality. The witch turned her head away to glance at the ceiling again hurriedly whilst scrounging around for a question in her brain. "Hmm..." she tapped a finger against her lips. "Okay. Have you ever traveled anywhere? Or have you been secluded and stuck within this town your whole entire life?"

 

[InactiveCoffee]

Maddox chuckled, "Stuck here my whole life. So far." He sighed, passing a hand through his hair. "I took a hiatus after high school, but my father expects me to go to college for a political degree within the next few years. He says that all the training I've been receiving will help me through classes." He shrugged, laughing softly. "Not that I'm exactly interested. The political party I want to help most isn't likely to outwardly support me merely because of who my father is. Not to mention the danger that would entail." He sighed, shaking his head. He laid back as well, not wishing to stare at Jade and make the situation awkward. "What about you? As old as you say you are, I'm sure you've seen some interesting things. What was your favorite?" He asked, and then laughed. "Whoops. That's two in one." He said with a shrug, laughing softly.

 

[QueenofDorks]

The woman listened as he spoke, answering every question she proceeded to throw at him with a certainty of ease. The various glasses she had induced was giving her a buzz, a sleepy drunkness that washed over her. His voice alone, however, was what kept her awake. It encased a near soft and affirmative tone -- one that was vaguely familiar, nostalgic even to Jade. But still it was one she had never even heard of till now, till they had met. "New York City was, and will always be, my favorite place to have lived in. It's something I hold dear to my heart... but the Jazz Era during France..." She paused and a grin grew wide at her mouth, blue eyes peeking a glance at Maddox. "One of my favorite places to see and especially be part of in general. The music, the parties. Hell, even the outfits." She urged on happily, extending one hand upwards to brush aside her curled ginger locks that had gotten in front of her face. "It was one interesting time. I enjoyed it a lot -- Andras calls it his "party era". Even then he could still woo a girl with just batting an eyelash and flashing his famous smirks." A whimsical sigh swept from her mouth and she indulged in the briefest amount of silence. Then she turned her gaze back towards him. This time she allows her eyes to linger longer on his features and posture, appearance as well. Though she tried to restrict her observing hues so it wouldn't be noticeable. "Do you want to be a politician? Is it a life you'd like to live? Or did you want to get into another career?"

 

[InactiveCoffee]

Maddox smiled as he listened to her talk about New York, and France. It wasn't much a surprise when she mentioned Andras and his flirtatious nature. He chuckled as she spoke of the music and dance of the jazz era, and sighed. "To have lived in a time like that. Well, there are pros and cons to everything, but I think that would have been fun. Almost sad how I missed it." He chuckled, closing his eyes to an image of Jade dancing to jazz. He sighed and opened his eyes upon hearing her question, and shook his head, leveling his gaze on her.


"No. I'm actually fond of photography, and wish to travel the world and capture the world's beauty in imagery." He said with a chuckle, smiling. He could tell she was a little tipsy, and even still, he kept his respectable distance where he laid on the bed. "Adventure, and seeing new things. Learning new things." He grinned, laughing warmly. "I'm a curious heart, Jade. Everything that isn't what I see everyday fascinates me, and all I want to do is learn more about it." He smiled.

 

[QueenofDorks]

"It was pretty spetacular. I think you would have enjoyed it. But the beauty of France still remains today. You could easily visit... potentially after the rebellion is over." Jade equally met his gaze this time, her eyes not averting hurriedly to avoiding his watchful look. She propped herself up on her elbows, chin settled against her hand as she continued to peer at him -- thoroughly interested in what he said to say. And when he spoke the corners of her lips quirked into an endearing soft smile. Every sentence was sincere, echoing the fondness he carried for photography. The travels, the adventure. Her smile grew more into a warmhearted grin and she bobbed her head with understanding. "That is why I'm leaving the minute everything's settled. Obviously not for the sake of photography but more so in the sense of revisiting places I've been. To see the change and development in cities I've passed through. A trip down nostalgia lane y'know." Perhaps you could travel with me -- us -- Andras and I. The suggestion were never to be uttered from her lips despite the fervent temptation to let them be voiced. Instead she buried the thought down, deep into her chest -- along with the inevitable feeling of getting to know Maddox a lot more. A selfish, nagging feeling that she couldn't allow. "I'd like to see some of your photographic shots. If you don't mind, of course. I'm betting they're good." She chirped in compliment, the simpering grin lessening into the slightest smile once more as she gazed at the man.

 

[InactiveCoffee]

Maddox smiled softly, "The streets and lands may be the same with minor, physical differences," he said gently, "But each visit is a new beginning. Each memory has it's own beauty." he said with a sigh, laying back once more. Though his eyes still didn't leave Jade's, almost locked on her gaze. It was odd, but yet felt so familiar. He hummed softly, thinking, and gave her a curious look. "I know we've never met before now... but..." he started, speaking softly, and closed his eyes with a small chuckle. "Never mind." he said, shaking his head slightly. "To see the world. What a dream." he murmured, smiling, "Though I don't imagine I'll achieve it. Not with my family, and certainly not alone. Memories are best made with friends or lovers. Not alone." he sighed.

 

[QueenofDorks]

Jade paused, allowing the slightest amount of silence to wiggle it's way between the both of them. His eyes were locked against hers, regardless of him inclining backwards to lay on the bed once more. They remained in a gaze, one she met. Then he began to speak, a softer tone accompanying his voice, and she couldn't help but lean in slightly to listen closely -- only to reel back as he let the surfacing words go. Disappointment dipped into her feelings but she proceeded to respond to his diverting sentences instead, absently. "It doesn't matter what your family thinks of it. It's your dream. Not their's. They could be apart of it by lending support and talking about it but I doubt that's how it would be. It's sad. And I'm sure you'd find someone to travel with. You're a rather likable guy, Maddox." She fell quiet afterwards, contemplating the pros and the cons to bringing his words up, a nagging want to know what he was contemplating aloud. She compressed her lips together, teeth nipping into them as she casted another quickening look at the man. "What were you trying to say before?" She questioned after a moment, curious but cautious to pry. Was he second guessing that this wasn't their first time meeting each other? Surely she would have recognized him if they previously met or bumped into each other... her face scrunched as she wracked her brain through memories, trying to sift through the faces she encountered. Maddox's certainly wasn't found and it left her puzzled, raising her brows at him.

 

[InactiveCoffee]

Maddox shrugged, "It just feels like I've known you before. I don't know. It's hard to explain, in all honesty." he said with a small sigh. "That's all I meant. Just with the current situation, I didn't you to think I was just spouting off rubbish or something." he said with a laugh, shaking his head. "As for my dream," he shrugged, "Perhaps I will. One day. Once I've done what I can to help the rebellion and, by technicalities, dethrone my father." he said with a smile, looking back at the ceiling. "And I doubt I'd find a companion. I'm not usually so... open." he shrugged, "Usually, I prefer to remain to myself. Because of the history I have in searching for a girl. The same goes for friends. All just wanting to better themselves. Not actually know me." he said, looking back at the witch again. "Though I'm glad you agreed to speak with me. Even if our conversation wasn't about business." he chuckled.

 

[QueenofDorks]

Jade blinked, increasingly puzzled by his words. She embedded her teeth against her bottom lip in consideration. The familiarity didn't just end with Maddox. His voice had stirred nostalgia, piqued a certain amity within her as well. She raked her fingers through the ginger locks of hair as she laid back on the bed. "Odd..." she breathed out in a murmur, thinking of the various possibilities that could be connected within the reasons behind it all. Her eyes averted away as he spoke, the witch quiet in her contemplation. Briefly, until she had to manage a response. "Nowadays I rarely have conversations like these... it's quite refreshing, I admit. Made me forget about all the stress that's on my shoulders right now." A pause of uncertainty rose, wavered. It made her hesitate and she drew in a sharp breath, leveling her eyes back to the man. "Perhaps... you could travel with Andras and I. I-it's just a suggestion. We do know quite a lot of places and maybe that would be helpful?" Did she step out of line with her offer? Did I sound too clingy? She covered her face with her hands and willed herself not to blush, suppressing any flustered heat to reach her face. Instead she faked a yawned and laughed, hands slipping away from her countenance. "I'm getting quite tired... champagne rarely kicks in a buzz and if anything it's brief, short lived. Strong alcohol is the only thing that can keep me wired and awake, tipsy as well. Might want to remember that for next time." She indicated with the slightest grin and allowing herself to relinquish a wink in his direction, the woman sitting up to rise from the bed.

 

[InactiveCoffee]

Maddox chuckled, "Had I brought something stronger, you might not have believed my words about not aiming to get you drunk just to sleep with you." he said with a shake of his head. He paused for a moment, and thought about her offer, and smiled. "Actually, that might not be so bad. Traveling with the likes of you and he would be quite interesting. And, yes, you're knowledge of the world would be very helpful." he laughed softly, pushing himself up from where he lay. He raised his arms over his head and stretched, groaning softly. He leaned across the bed and grabbed one of the several pillows, and then stood, yawning. He tossed the pillow to the floor and then walked over to the bathroom. He closed himself in for a moment, washing himself up a little before walking back out and paused at the small closet area. He grabbed out the spare blanket and moved back into the room. "Get some rest. We can split back up in the morning." he said lightly, lowering himself to the floor and laying back, tossing the blanket over himself. "Good night, Addie. Sweet dreams." he said lightly, smiling, before shifting to lay on his side, his back to Jade.

 

[QueenofDorks]

"True... but now that I know your intentions aren't quite that, I'd be a bit more comfortable with drinking stronger alcohol around you." Jade admitted aloud, a soft laugh discharging from her lips. A smile wound its way onto her features as he actually acknowledged the idea of traveling together. Accepting that it wouldn't be as bad as one would expect. She watched from the corner of her eye as he flitted with every movement, preparing for bed. She set aside what remained of chocolates in the box like container on the nightstand closest to her, along with the bouquet of flowers. She propped up her pillows slightly enough to her sleeping standards and twisted her hair back into a bun of messy strands. Her attention was more returned to him as he retreated back into the room, carrying one of the spare blankets that had been tucked away in a closet. "Alright," she breathed out in response, eliciting a yawn from her mouth. Her sleepy goodnight was ceased, however. The name struck her, the witch flinching as if she had been hit -- not exactly anticipating for the nickname to fall from his mouth. A nickname that hadn't been used in centuries, not even Andras dared to use it considering the amount of significance it meant to her. Mutely she stared at his back, jawline tense, and her throat constricting around the very temptation of crying. "Goodnight Maddox..." she forced the words from her mouth in return, leaned over and clicked the lamp off, before settling onto her own side to sleep -- if that was even possible at this moment, mind practically racing with numerous thoughts.

 

[InactiveCoffee]

Maddox blinked his eyes back open at the tense sound to Jade's voice, and he shifted, looking over his shoulder at her. "Did I say something wrong?" he asked absently, wondering what could have made her sound as she did. It was dark, the black out curtains most hotels used letting no light pass through, so it was difficult to see in the dark. He sat up, his eyes easily finding the darker form of the bed that signaled he was at least looking in the correct direction. "I apologize if I've upset you." He said quickly, trying to go over what he had possibly said that would have bothered Jade, though he couldn't seem to locate anything that was off about their conversation. He frowned in the dark, and then realized they were utter strangers staying in a hotel room together. His stomach flipped slightly, and he sighed, "Uhm. W-would it be better if..." he started, glanced toward the thin line of light that signaled where the door was. "I-If I h-headed back home? I d-don't have to stay here if... if it makes you uncomfortable." he stammered slightly, and his brows knitted together. He had never stammered before, even when nervous. Wait. Why do I feel nervous suddenly? he mentally asked himself, and shook his mind from his thoughts. He swallowed, and sighed, feeling slightly awkward in the dark and silence.

 

[QueenofDorks]

Jade stilled stiffly as Maddox addressed her with a question. She wracked her brain for an answer, one that didn't elict any sentimental weakness to the man. She ran a hand over her face and through her hair, fingers gripping into her scalp. "That name... don't call me by that name. Please. That's all I ask of you." She requested in a pleading, quiet voice. She curled against the pillows and groped her hand down to find the blankets, tugging it back over her form to shield herself from his gaze and the cold that was beginning to creep in. There was a brief amount of silence, not a sound being made, or a word spoken. Until he began stammering, an odd characteristic for the man in the time she had known him. He usually was so... confident. Rarely nervous or awkward. She rolled over and gazed at his outlined figure in the dark, "If you find it uncomfortable then you may leave... just know that you could easily break our cover. My father's shadows still lurk outside this hotel; I can feel them." She admitted absently, clinching the fabric of the sheet between her fingers.

 

[InactiveCoffee]

Maddox blinked in the darkness, aware of Jade's movement but unable to make out exactly what it was she was doing. Name? He thought absently, his brows knitting together once again. Oh. I called her Addie... Wait. Why did I do that? He asked himself, shaking his head slightly. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "I'm sorry that I upset you, Jade. I didn't even realize I had called you by any other name." he said softly, clearly confused by his own actions. He was silent for only a moment, and then ran a hand through his hair, "I merely offered because I wish not to offend you, Jade." he said and laid back down. He sighed, staring at the dark ceiling, frowning. "Good night." he added softly, letting his eyes close. His mind raced with thoughts about what had transgressed, wondering why his habits had changed over the course of the time he had spent speaking with the ginger haired witch.

 

[QueenofDorks]

Jade allowed the silence to end what little of conversation was left. She was tired, and confused. Numbing nostalgia had filled her once more and she yearned for it to go away. Sleep would certaintly allow that... hopefully. The bed creaked, breaking the amount of quietness, as she rolled back over -- facing away from Maddox...


She was up early the next morning, gathering herself together. Along with the box of chocolates and bouquet of flowers that were both currently tucked under her arms. The witch pratically had to ease herself on her tip toes to stay quiet, not exactly wanting to have an encounter with the man this morning. Not after the awkward last moments of their previous conversation... that she'd rather not think of to begin with. Before exiting the room she had grabbed a hotel notepad that was always left laying around and jotted down a note with the pen that accompanied the sheet of paper:


Room was already paid for and the key will have been returned by now. Thanks for last night. Call me later. - J.


And then she was gone, striding quickly as she can in her heels, and keeping her head low -- away from the prying eyes that belonged in the darkened corners of the hotel.


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Andras had barely slept that night, too consumed with worry for his witch companion. He had ghosted amongst the halls of the rebel base, enduring the silence -- that, for once, actually got on his nerves. Now and then he peeked in on Trixie before resuming his rounds of walking about in wait. Not trying the negative thoughts to wriggle into his brain. It wasn't until an hour later did he hear the creaking noise of the garage door sliding to an open, the rumbling of an engine close by. The demon wound his way down to the garage, about to open the door when it did on itself, Jade stepping inwards to the hallway. He whistled lowly as he took in her disheveled appearance, very much noting the skimpy dress she had slipped herself into. "Woah. They really weren't kidding when they said you dolled yourself up." His eyes traveled to the chocolate and flowers she carried within her hands, his brows quirked in question. "Whoever this guy is... he really went all out."


"It was Maddox."


Andras' surprise was recognizable. His face featured shock then slow acceptance that broke out out into a growing grin. One that hint a certaint amount of mischeviousness, a warning sign that the playful remarks were minutes away from being said. "Wait. Politician boy? You hooked up with politician boy? I mean, beggars can't be choosers but finally! You got laid!" The demon wrapped her up in an unwelcoming squeezing hug that managed to get the woman to squeak with annoyance. "My little witch is all grown up." He winced as a jabbing elbow nudged him in the stomach and he released her, slyly grinning at her flustered, scowling expression.


"Shut up, Andras. It wasn't like that to begin with. It was a ruse to keep my father's shadows away. I'll explain it once I've had at least a cup of coffee to quell the minor hangover right now. Which will happen right after I change and wipe my makeup off." She instructed firmly, slipping past the thoroughly amused demon to head for her bedroom.

 

[InactiveCoffee]

Maddox woke a little before the designated check out time, mostly thanks to his mother calling him, wondering where he had gone. Of course, he informed her that he had gone to a motel, which immediately told the woman what he had been 'doing' and she stopped asking questions. He couldn't help but chuckle at his mother's flustered excuse to get off the phone, and tucked the cell back into his pocket. He glanced around, seeing that Jade was no longer there, and sighed. Well shit. Couldn't even wish her goodbye. He thought to himself, but noticed the note that was left behind. He smiled to himself and folded the paper, tucking it into a pocket. He stretched, and tossed the pillows and extra blanket onto the motel bed before leaving the building and returning to his car. He kept the sly grin on his face that insinuated on what he had supposedly done, and climbed into his waiting car. He yawned, and groaned softly. Sleeping on the floor had caused a bit of aching pain in him, but it wasn't anything he couldn't handle. He started the engine, and then just sat there for a while, staring at his steering wheel. He had to figure out how to go about playing a double agent of a double agent. Pretending to play for one side, while pretending to play for the side he was already playing for. His brow furrowed, and he sighed. "What am I going to do?" he asked himself, and shook his head.


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Trixie woke somewhere close to dawn, or so her internal clock told her, and she groaned softly. "Fuck me for drinking so much." she muttered to herself, pressing a hand to her temples. It wasn't hard to realize she wasn't laying in a hotel bed, nor was she laying in a room she even recognized. It took her a decent moment to realize she had seen Andras the night before at the abandoned motel, and that they had left the place together. He had been carrying her. The last thing she recalled was the beating of his heart. She blushed, and sat up in a rush, only to regret it and fall back against the pillows. "Ow ow ow..." she whispered to herself, the pounding in her head nearly bringing her to tears. She sighed softly, "Nope. I'm staying in bed." she muttered to herself, rolling onto her side. It was that action that made her notice she was still dressed, albeit her shoes were on the floor. She peeled the dress off her body, shoving it over the edge of the bed for it to land on the floor. "Much more comfortable." she noted to herself with a tiny smile as she curled, naked, under the large blanket. She was almost certain this had to be Andras' room, which was fine by her. She grabbed an extra pillow and tucked it against her chest, closing her eyes to try and sleep off her hangover.

 

[QueenofDorks]

The witch maneuvered her way down the hall to the secluded corridor where their rooms were, Andras precariously following behind the woman. For the sake of those that weren't fully awake he kept his voice low and quiet, for her ears only. Continuously pestering for details that remained disclosed, only acknowledgeable to Jade. And she wasn't one to exclusively reveal things, especially to him at times. "I mean, c'mon. You guys didn't just talk about your father... right?" He questioned as he eased himself to the empty space at her side, footsteps matching the pace she currently walked. She paused, a wavering hesitance, and she fiddled with the flowers within her grasp -- willing for some kind of distraction. "We talked... about things and stuff. Life I guess." The prepared remarks of teasing and playful wilted from his mind. He had seen this behavior before, the closed off personality -- one that was guarded and unwilling. The one that came during the slightest possibility of allowing people close once more, to fall back into the steady relationships -- of friends, lovers. "It's not bad, Jade. Letting people in again. It's good for you." A laugh choked its way out of her throat, disbelief coating it. She smiled sarcastically at the demon, brows poised and raised. Her walking pace had slowed, now ceased as they were at her appointed bedroom. "Is this advice coming from the same guy that sleeps around and refuses to open up to anyone besides me?" Now it was his turn to scowl at her defensive remark; her way of averting the attention from her and onto someone else; in this case, him. "You know what I mean, Jade." He argued but his words went unheard of as she slipped inside her room. "Talk to you in the dining hall."


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Andras drew out a sigh as the door gently closed in front of him, an end to the conversation at hand. He raked his hands over his face and through his hair, cheeks puffed outwards like a stubborn child. "This conversation isn't over." He muttered, aware that her presence lingered by the door. He pivoted upon his heels and headed for his bedroom. Gently he entered, careful to be quiet as the door clicked shut behind him. The slightest floor board creaked underneath his feet and the bed dipped as the extra weight of his body joined Trixie. Arms swaddled around her waist, his lips brushing across the skin of her shoulder in the most gentlest kisses he had to offer for the nephlim. The dark haired man allowing himself to relax for the moment.

 

[InactiveCoffee]

Trixie's eyes fluttered slightly at the first sound of Andras' entrance into the room, and by the time he was settled beside her, she was somewhat awake. It was a welcoming feeling to have a body beside her, and she gratefully leaned against him. Even though she had been under the blankets since whenever Andras had placed her here, her skin still felt cooler against his own. She uttered a soft hum, though the sound seemed utterly to loud to her own ears, and she silenced herself at once. She sighed, "Never. Never again serve me that many drinks." she muttered, groaning softly as her head continued to pound. She smiled to herself, and shifted slightly, allowing herself an easier ability to glance over her shoulder at Andras. "Oh, and good morning." she added with a grin before turning her head back around, keeping her back to Andras.

 

[QueenofDorks]

Andras casted open his eyes as he felt her lean in against him, the softest of smiles breaking out across his face; kisses ceasing for a brief moment of time to watch her. "I assure you that will not be the case next time. I'll keep you on a short leash when it comes to drinking." He mused within a purring tone and met her glancing gaze, lips quirking wider to allow an equal wide grin. "Oh yes. Good morning princess." He uttered in return and pressed close against the nephlim woman, mouth dropping back down to coat her shoulder with affectionate kisses once more. The demon hummed against her bare skin and contently contemplated something, eliciting a certain pause. "Do you need any ibuprofen to ward off a headache? Or anything in general to keep your hangover at bay and make the pain somewhat lessen?" He questioned with semi-concern and curiosity, his hands uncoiling themselves from her waist to gently rub against her hips instead.