crucio (crucio) wrote in cwf,
@ 2009-11-14 22:12:00

open to greer
True to his word, Mikhal had worked out attaining his own little apartment through his rich friend. He didn't like to think that he was prostituting himelf out, and really, he wasn't exchanging sex... exactly. Just the pleasure that his bite could give.

The apartment was beautiful with lovely dark hardwood floors. It came all ready furnished in rich colors, mostly reds to go with the dark floors. Mikhal had sent a letter to Greer with the address on it, and nothing else, other than his name and a date with a time. He knew that would be more than enough and he had absolutely no doubt that the young sorcerer would show up. Greer was too curious not to show.

Heavy curtains hung across the windows, blocking out all of the light from the outside, and even when night came along they stayed closed. Mikhal was most comfortable at the mansion, and getting use to this new place was going to take a bit of time for him.

At the moment he was listening to Johnny Cash while he read a book, though he couldn't focus for too long. His blue eyes kept sweeping away from the words upon the pages to flicker towards the clock as the time that he'd scrawled down on the card grew closer and closer.

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impotentwaffle
2009-11-21 08:54 am UTC (link)

"It would scare me to have to live for so much longer than the era of my childhood. I'm curious what the future will be like--but I think I like to keep it at speculation," he laughed a little and leaned his elbow on the back of the couch, resting his head against his hand. "My dad had a record player that we used to listen to, jazz mostly he loves jazz of all things."

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	crucio 2009-11-21 09:04 am UTC (link)
	"Jazz, I haven't really given it much of a chance," he admitted with a shrug as his gaze swept around the apartment in thought. It returned to settle on Greer's face, and he smiled a little. "Maybe I will, though. Do you like jazz?" (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	impotentwaffle 2009-11-21 09:39 am UTC (link)
	He looked almost impish for a moment. "No, I don't like jazz very much--I like simpler things. Johnny Cash for instance. You can hear that easy one-two back beat and it doesn't take much interpreting to understand what his music is trying to say. Jazz is complicated, almost mathematical. I like the chants too. Blissfully easy." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	crucio 2009-11-21 09:51 am UTC (link)
	A warm laugh escaped Mikhal's lips, and he smiled. "I was going to say the same thing about jazz, it's always seemed too..." He paused, considering the right word he wanted to use. "Busy," he finally settled on. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	impotentwaffle 2009-11-21 10:12 pm UTC (link)
	"Busy, yes," he laughed, liking the description. Greer's father had always been a busy one, so the music suited the man. After a moment, Greer sat up more fully, feeling as if he might drift off to sleep since the couch was so comfortable and the wine was relaxing his muscles. "Can I have a tour of the house?" he asked sweetly. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	crucio 2009-11-21 11:04 pm UTC (link)
	"Sure, of course," Mikhal said as he rose up to his feet and held out a hand. He waited for Greer to take it before he led the way down the hall, towards the bedroom. There was a lavish masterbath and a beautiful balcony with lush red curtains. "I suppose that this is where I'll be sleeping later tonight." If you could call it sleeping. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

impotentwaffle
2009-11-22 07:01 am UTC (link)

Greer paused, trying to picture Mikhal sleeping soundly--like the dead--in this room. It was more angelic than creepy and he smiled at that. He moved to the curtains, checking their weight with his hands. "Heavy enough to block out the sunlight," he noted as if he approved. "Don't you ever get scared that someone's going to come and open up the blinds or something?"

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Whenever you reply to any scene it seriously brightens my mood :]

crucio
2009-11-22 07:06 am UTC (link)

Mikhal didn't like to admit insecurities, but for some reason he felt that it would be endearing to Greer if he did, and he definitely wanted to be all things positive to the sorcerer.

"Sometimes," he finally admitted outloud as he leaned against the doorframe and kept his eyes trained upon the other man. "I prefer the mansion, it's safe... Sort of like a security blanket. Whenever I'm away and I stay in the city... it's nerve wracking."

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:D Hooray!

impotentwaffle
2009-11-22 08:42 am UTC (link)

Mikhal's instincts were correct, the admission was quite softening to Greer. "I could cast a protection spell on the room. No one who meant you harm could cross the threshold." He was particularly proud of that spell since he'd crafted it himself from scratch. It was easy to see that he wanted to show it off, and while pride wasn't the most accepted emotion in the clergy, he was feeling it right now.

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	crucio 2009-11-22 08:56 am UTC (link)
	For some reason, that really surprised Mikhal, and he hadn't been expecting the offer at all. He blinked and a slow smile spread across his lips, and it was a soft one. "You'd do that for me?" he asked after a moment. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	impotentwaffle 2009-11-22 09:40 am UTC (link)
	"Of course," he said quickly, not even having to think about his answer. He liked the idea that he could protect Mikhal, who was clearly powerful in his own right. "It's quite simple; it wouldn't be any trouble." It only worked on one room, anything much larger than that and Greer simply didn't have the power to sustain it. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

crucio
2009-11-22 09:46 am UTC (link)

Mikhal was quiet for a few seconds before he nodded his head and pushed away from the door to step into the room, and he met Greer halfway.

"I'd like that very much," he said, his voice quiet. "Thank you."

Having Greer offer to do something to protect him caused a strange feeling to course through Mikhal's body. It was warm, and odd, but good. He wasn't sure what to make of it. He was beginning to wonder if the sorcerer was affecting him as much as he was affection the sorcerer.

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impotentwaffle
2009-11-22 10:39 am UTC (link)

He could not hide how pleased that made him and he literally rolled up his sleeves. "Not even a draft will be able to get in here if it could harm you," he grinned. His fingertips brushed over the drapes one last time before he went to stand in the door frame.

Silent for a moment, he centered himself in the doorway and shut his eyes. Energy swelled up around him and he knelt down so he could press his hands to the floor, pushing the energy down into it. He drew a line with his finger and muttered a few words before standing up. Greer was especially good at ritualistic magic, finding power in words and actions.

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crucio
2009-11-22 10:49 am UTC (link)

Watching Greer, Mikhal stayed still, not sure if he should move or not. It was fascinating, and the power he felt glide through the room was enough to pull him towards Greer a little bit more. The power was coming from Greer, after all, and he wanted to be near the source. By the time that the sorcerer was done, Mikhal was kneeling beside him, closer than probably should have been.

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impotentwaffle
2009-11-22 08:21 pm UTC (link)

When it was done, he felt an invisible string tying him to the room. It was the smallest of power leaks so he could continue to feed protective magic into the room. It certainly wouldn't drain him, but he knew it was there. But he liked that thread of connection to where Mikhal would be sleeping. Looking up, the vampire's proximity startled Greer. "Oh, hello," he said quietly. The rush of working magic always made him a bit breathless and Mikhal himself had that affect on him too.

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	crucio 2009-11-23 12:11 am UTC (link)
	When Greer looked up, Mikhal's eyes locked with his, and the greeting caused a smile to curl at his lips. He could feel that string of power, he just wasn't sure what it was exactly, but he certainly felt it. "That was interesting feeling," he said after a moment before he got up, though he reached up to help Greer as well. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

impotentwaffle
2009-11-23 12:38 am UTC (link)

This was growing into torture, moreso now that he realized how disappointed he was every time Mikhal didn't just reach out and take him. Ridiculous how the vampire had more self control than a future priest, god maybe he really was making a mistake with his life. He kept a hold of the man's cool hand even when he was back on his feet. "There's an old voudon spell that I came across in a book that gave me the idea for this one. I like to tinker with spells in my free time, learn or make new ones. I think it's good for me to keep on top of my powers. Sorcerers who don't practice can end up down a bad road."

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	crucio 2009-11-23 12:52 am UTC (link)
	Mikhal moved to sit down on te edge of the bed, and he pulled Greer along with him. Now that he had a hold of the other man, it was difficult to let go, especially with that ebb of power he felt with each jump of Greer's pulse. "You are quite lovely," he said softly after a moment. "Did you know that?" (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	impotentwaffle 2009-11-23 01:41 am UTC (link)
	"Are you trying to test my resolve?" he asked with an embarrassed laugh. "Because I'm not sure I can withstand much. I know I said I was going to take my vows but--" he shut up, wishing he understood why he felt the need to share this with Mikhal. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	crucio 2009-11-23 01:58 am UTC (link)
	Mikhal kept a hold of Greer's hand, and he lifted it up so that he could turn it over, so that it was facing palm up. He trailed the tip of his index finger from his other hand against the soft lines in the other man's hand. "I won't say that I wouldn't be glad if you didn't take your vows," he murmured after a moment. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

impotentwaffle
2009-11-23 02:13 am UTC (link)

The movement itself was so innocent, but the things it did to him were not innocent. "That would be like negating my entire life up to this point. What would I do?" Part of him was asking so that Mikhal could give him the answer, help him figure out what to do with the rest of his life if he left seminary. The idea was terrifying him because it suddenly it seemed so possible. "I don't think you mean to be, but you're presenting me with a serious crisis of faith. I'm thinking I would give up everything if you wanted to kiss me just once."

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	crucio 2009-11-23 02:21 am UTC (link)
	Mikhal continued to trail his fingertip along Greer's palm, taking his time with each line. At the sorceror's words, Mikhal lifted his gaze up so that he could focus on his lips. "What makes you think that I don't?" he asked as he wet his own lips. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

impotentwaffle
2009-11-23 02:39 am UTC (link)

He could feel himself unraveling with each brush of that finger. His heart was thundering and he knew Mikhal could hear it. "I didn't come here for this, I'm sorry." He pulled his hand away before his face twisted up with frustration. "I'm lying. Yes I did; I came here hoping you would feed from me again, or something else, anything else. I hoped that you wanted to and that maybe if you really wanted it, you'd take it and I wouldn't have to feel guilty about it. I'm sorry."

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	crucio 2009-11-23 02:46 am UTC (link)
	"Don't be sorry," Mikhal said as he reached up to gently touch the side of Greer's face. "You can't help how you feel or what you want, I learned that a long time ago." Greer's admission, though it was what Mikhal wanted, made him feel an odd pang of guilt. "You make me feel things I felt when I was human, it feels .. Strange, but like home." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

impotentwaffle
2009-11-23 03:30 am UTC (link)

"I'm sorry because I think I wanted you to be bad, just so this wouldn't be my fault. I was okay thinking maybe you were just leading me on to get my blood, or for a game. But I don't think that about you at all anymore." It was clear that Mikhal had truely broken through any lingering mistrust Greer may have had. He trusted him utterly now. The chill of the man's hand against his cheek made him turn his head so he could press his lips to it. "You haven't felt desire for someone since you were a human?" He didn't understand the depth of what Mikhal might be feeling.