Post by dekker andrew vaughn on Jul 3, 2014 17:32:40 GMT -5
This was one of the few moments that Dekker had looked at Tahlia and she seemed so naked and stripped of everything. Normally she wore make up and pearls as armor and her sharp tongue was her sward. Dekker’s soft pained expression seemed to completely destroy all her defenses. Honetly he wanted to just plant little kisses on her face to take away that look.
He furrowed his brow. Dekker was disappointed that she thought that of him. Sure it probabaly was just one of those vampire things that he never seemed to catch onto. A vampire who was also a tattoo artist of course he took advantage of that. Why not sleep with every woman who batted their eyelashes at him and gently ran their hands over his tattooed arms asking him what they all meant. Tahlia should know him better than that. And the girls at his shop….”First off one of those girls is married….” Dekker spoke feeling like his words dropped to the floor like lead. Way to just bulldoze a very serious moment.
“Dhalia and I might sleep in the same bed when she is around but I have never been with her like that. She is beautiful yeah, but no where does it say in the hand book of vampires that you have sex with your maker.” If there even was a big book of vampires. Sleeping with Dahlia always seemed like it would just cause more problems than he needed. She was his companion for a life time and sex would complicate that. Dekker was a man who easily attached and was fiercely protective. He would protect both woman for a life time and more. So many nights he would imagine that Tahlia partook I her sex den. Or would get wrapped up in Lucian. There was a reason he wanted to just punch that smug smile off of the other vampires face. But Dekker respected the way the vampireses lived for countless years before he was part of it all. It was anything but easy.
Her next words made his jaw go slack and he just sat there dumb and unblinking. What was he supposed to do when she dropped that on him. She was Tahlia Bellerose, the owner of the delectable doll house . She dripped with sex appeal and slung innuendoes around like they were one dollar bills. At the same time she would never just say something like that. Tahlia would not lead Dekker on in such a way.
Or at least he really hope she wouldn’t.
Her hand reached out for his. He looked down at the way their palms fit together. Tahlia with her delicate fingers and painted nails. His hands were ruff and tattooed. Two different times, two different lives colliding and fumbling for the right words to tell each other.
As she pleaded he slowly moved his fingers and laced them with hers. She sounded so sad. Her voice rang in his head. Dekker please. I didn’t know, Im sorry. That: I’m sorry. It was a phrase that haunted him. I’m sorry. In his coma, so many people said that. I’m sorry you were stuck in a fight that wasn’t yours. I’m sorry you might never walk again. Then again he would repeat it so many times. I’m sorry I’m a monster. I’m sorry I couldn’t save you. None of those times rang in the heartbreakingly true way that it did when Tahlia said it. Only because she was a woman who spoke with conviction. She didn’t lie to people because she didn’t have to.
“It’s fine I believe you,” He said softly and looked up at her. “I just never thought that you would care so much about lil ‘ol me.” Dekker smiled knowing that of all the things he would pick up from both her and Dahlia speaking eloquently would not be one of them.
He furrowed his brow. Dekker was disappointed that she thought that of him. Sure it probabaly was just one of those vampire things that he never seemed to catch onto. A vampire who was also a tattoo artist of course he took advantage of that. Why not sleep with every woman who batted their eyelashes at him and gently ran their hands over his tattooed arms asking him what they all meant. Tahlia should know him better than that. And the girls at his shop….”First off one of those girls is married….” Dekker spoke feeling like his words dropped to the floor like lead. Way to just bulldoze a very serious moment.
“Dhalia and I might sleep in the same bed when she is around but I have never been with her like that. She is beautiful yeah, but no where does it say in the hand book of vampires that you have sex with your maker.” If there even was a big book of vampires. Sleeping with Dahlia always seemed like it would just cause more problems than he needed. She was his companion for a life time and sex would complicate that. Dekker was a man who easily attached and was fiercely protective. He would protect both woman for a life time and more. So many nights he would imagine that Tahlia partook I her sex den. Or would get wrapped up in Lucian. There was a reason he wanted to just punch that smug smile off of the other vampires face. But Dekker respected the way the vampireses lived for countless years before he was part of it all. It was anything but easy.
Her next words made his jaw go slack and he just sat there dumb and unblinking. What was he supposed to do when she dropped that on him. She was Tahlia Bellerose, the owner of the delectable doll house . She dripped with sex appeal and slung innuendoes around like they were one dollar bills. At the same time she would never just say something like that. Tahlia would not lead Dekker on in such a way.
Or at least he really hope she wouldn’t.
Her hand reached out for his. He looked down at the way their palms fit together. Tahlia with her delicate fingers and painted nails. His hands were ruff and tattooed. Two different times, two different lives colliding and fumbling for the right words to tell each other.
As she pleaded he slowly moved his fingers and laced them with hers. She sounded so sad. Her voice rang in his head. Dekker please. I didn’t know, Im sorry. That: I’m sorry. It was a phrase that haunted him. I’m sorry. In his coma, so many people said that. I’m sorry you were stuck in a fight that wasn’t yours. I’m sorry you might never walk again. Then again he would repeat it so many times. I’m sorry I’m a monster. I’m sorry I couldn’t save you. None of those times rang in the heartbreakingly true way that it did when Tahlia said it. Only because she was a woman who spoke with conviction. She didn’t lie to people because she didn’t have to.
“It’s fine I believe you,” He said softly and looked up at her. “I just never thought that you would care so much about lil ‘ol me.” Dekker smiled knowing that of all the things he would pick up from both her and Dahlia speaking eloquently would not be one of them.
