After Party (Devon/Open)

[Ceraphine Davis]

It was not the easiest concept for her to grasp and as she bit back tears from sliding down her cheeks, listening to him as he spoke....she whimpered...her eyes lowering as it seemed to finally get through, though she was not sure how to react to such....

"Then....you would not...have me?"

She was not sure that was right...It couldnt be right. Nobody cared if they got her or kept her or anything of that nature. All but Mischa but that was a point best left for later discussion.....This was...completely foriegn to her....Something she was not used to at all.

A soft, whimper escaping at the tightened grip he had on her hair...wincing lightly though she again did not move...Still not sure how to take his anger at her for such a reason.......

[Devon]

Devon watched with cold neutrality on his face, the sense of his anger pressing through his actions and the 'aura' around him. It took more time then it should have, but she came to understand. He could see it as she whimpered and lowered her eyes.

"Bingo."

Without another word he loosened up the grip on her hair, letting it slide out of his grasp as she was made to support her own weight again. With a heavy sigh he stepped to the side and went to sit down on an oversize chair.

Once there he sighed and closed his eyes, still feeling frustrated, crossing his arms over his chest as he pressed himself back and shifted himself into a comfortable position. Of course, that was while he left Kev to likely be sitting on the floor recovering from his burst of anger.

[Ceraphine Davis]

She felt some of the anger in the air relax but the frustration was still there as he released her to leave her there on the floor and moved to sit in one of the chairs she had in the room....Biting her lip, she sat there a minute before slowly crawling toward him...stopping just before him and settling there on her knees...trying to think of what to say......

Gah...this should not have been torture for her but it was.....She wanted her snuggles!!

Finally she whimpered lightly and drew in a light breath as her fingers fidgetted with the edges of shirt she currently wore......

"I...am not used to somebody...wanting me. Only one...ever has. No family..would take me for long..no man has ever....stayed...."

She lowered her eyes to her hands and sat there upon her knees....It was the best way to explain why she was so....yeah...she only hoped that it was enough....

[Devon]

Devon rested one of his arms along the armrest of the chair, but the other raised up and he was rubbing his temples, the frustration bringing on the edges of a headache, thanks to testosterone levels rising too high he guessed.

His brown hues glanced down to the floor, where she had crawled in front of him again and rested herself on her knees. It should have been surprising to him, but somehow it was starting to feel normal that she take such a submissive position when he was upset with her.

Even her plaintive whimpering wasn't enough to soften his resolve though. It may have worked on others, but he still could tell she didn't fully get it. She understood why he was upset, but now she was casting blame, telling him that it wasn't his fault.

Which of course made him all the more frustrated with her. He leaned forward, glaring at her hard, his brown hues having a hard time to keep focus on her own eyes as he was starting to feel disgusted with her reactions.

"So you think it's my fault everyone you've met until now were mentally and emotionally deficient chumps?" He snapped at her, his tone chilly.

[Ceraphine Davis]

As he snapped at her she winced and lowered her head a bit more, her fingers only wrapping within the ends of that shirt all the more as she shook her head.

"No, it is not your fault. It was a stupid thing to do. I am sorry..."

She spoke softly, just above a whisper really as she chewed softly over her lower lip. Her hair falling down about her face as she drew in a shakey breath, tears filling her eyes still and a few managing to make their way down her delicate cheeks.

Reaching up she wiped them away and sniffled softly. She knew now it was stupid and she was sorry she had done it. She just.....she honestly did not know what she was thinking anymore. It was all so confusing.

Plus she was not the most stable person in the world mentally. Heh.

[Devon]

Devon wasn't sure how much all of it was getting through to her, but she certainly looked chastised. But to see her in tears was something that confounded him. Of course it would be something that would upset her, but why was she crying? Was it because she was chastised, or because she realized she was wrong?

He wanted to know, and so as she sniffled he leaned forward and rested his forearms on his knees. Devon reached out with his right arm and pointed down at the floor, directing her to come and knee close in front of him, specifically for the question he wanted to ask.

Once in front of him he would put his hand under her chin, tilting her head back, so he could see without the shield of hair she was trying to use moments before. "And you're crying why?" He asked, something that people generally would find self explanatory he wanted to hear from her lips.

[Ceraphine Davis]

She noted his movements and then as he motioned for her to come kneel closer to him she pressed her palms against the carpetted floor and slowly inched over. Once in place she settled back upon her knees, only to feel his hand beneath her chin, lifting her head so that those pale blue eyes looked up at him once more....

His question did not strike her as odd...though the reasoning behind her answer did......

She was so in touch with everyone else's emotions that she sometimes forgot her own, as was the case now....Sniffling once more she brushed her tongue over her lower lip, those tears spilling from the corner of her eyes.

"Because...it I was stupid, and weak.....and I have tried so hard to not be weak.....It was wrong to do, and I just never realized it was my own fault for such..."

She spoke softly and then her eyes dropped slightly as she added her last statement, much softer than the one prior....

"And because...I am scared....of what it would be like..to not be cast aside...."

It was a valid reason. Sure Mischa had not done so, but then Kev had been the more dominant of the two, and then, in the end, it had led to Mischa's life being in danger of Kev. Something Kevala would not allow....In her mind, she had been cast aside once more..only this time..by herself.......

[Devon]

Devon once again was reminded that her eyes seemed to have taken on a different hue. It confused him slightly, but he focused more on the tears that spilled from the corner of her eyes as she gave him an answer. Surprisingly he was even quite pleased with her answer, she understood exactly the point he was trying to drive into her skull.

"Then you understand, good girl."

From there he leaned back and sighed, the frustration draining away smoothly, albeit a little slowly. It took a lot to drill the concept home, and it was something that he thought she should have know in the first place. He had to honestly question who didn't find suicide stupid concept from the outset.

But while he was still frustrated his posture was not as aggressive, leaving her an opportunity to be slightly forward with her actions, as she had been when she tried to slip into his lap. Although he hadn't addressed her other answer. He left it to hang in the air, as he wouldn't coddle her while he was still frustrated.

[Ceraphine Davis]

She noted that he was still frustrated but he was not so tense....a sign to her that she could at least attempt to make things better......A gentle bite given to her lip before she crawled foward, pressing her small form between his legs and then slowly inching her way upward into his lap.

At least that was the end goal, unsure if she would be able to or not.

If she did however, she would curl up, her legs off to one side and her shoulder once more pressed lightly into his chest as she timidly laid her head against his shoulder and nuzzled just slightly into his neck.....

"I am glad that I .... you know....sat on you."

She pulled back, smiling just slightly as those eyes lit up a bit, now their normal icy hue...her hand resting upon his chest as her fingers brushed over his flesh softly......

[Devon]

Once again Kev' picked up on his physical cues, and timidly moved forward to again press herself against his legs. Although this time she slipped between instead of resting at the front of his calves. He noted this with a slight shrug of indifference, sure she wouldn't be an imposition and that it would likely help him relax some again.

Devon stayed mostly still as he felt more then saw her crawl into his lap, curled up in such a way that her legs were off to one side of his own, her rump resting on his lap. He noted this because it was a point of interest, as she timidly nuzzled into his neck he brought one of his hands to her rump.

He moved his hand under the shirt she wore, pulling it back up her side, and then slid his fingers down along her hip, his fingers pressed against her cheek. It was then that he decided to mention something he had noticed only in brief glances. "Where did this come from?"

[Ceraphine Davis]

As she settled into his lap she felt his hand touch upon her once more and her little body relaxed against him. Now her hand idly tracing over his chest as she let her head rest there and then closed her eyes, sighing softly to his touch....

Then came the next question....and she winced inwardly as she sighed and tried to think of how to go about that one.......

"There was a man...I do not know his name...But he thought that he would take me...as his...He kidnapped me, and tortured me....branded me as his...."

She stopped as she thought over what to say and then drew in a deep breath...

"Gabriel saved me.....but...the mark remains...."

She held her eyes closed and nuzzled into him once more, kissing lightly against his bare shoulder and then his neck as she snuggled up..Not really thinking much about what she had said other then the memory of the 12 hours of torture she had gone through......

[Devon]

Devon felt some form of satisfaction as Kev' sighed and relaxed into his touch, and she once again began to shift a hand over his chest slowly. But of course she didn't stay that relaxed for long, he could feel a subtle tensing of her body when he asked about the unique marking.

And upon finding the answer there was a similar reaction, as he tensed for a moment when outrage flashed through his mind. The story she painted, though vague, was enough to set him on edge for a moment. His jaw was tense and he was unaware that his fingers dug into her cheek.

Through a flurry of thoughts two stuck out firmly. That he would likely eviscerate whoever it was that had marked his Kev, and that he would not let the brand stay as it was. But until he could find a way to replace or cover it he would stay silent on that matter.

The young woman began to nuzzle into him more freely, light kisses brushed along his shoulder and neck as she huddled herself against him. He brought his free hand up to rest against her neck, his thumb brushing idly over her cheek idly as he shifted his other hand down to her thigh.

Devon guided her to curl her legs toward her chest so she could truly feel protected as she huddled against him. To further this he wrapped the arm that shifted her legs around her lower half, pressing her tight to him.

[Ceraphine Davis]

Kev felt a bit of tension as she spoke, and a few other emotions she honestly did not fully understand. It was so odd, she had experienced so many strange feelings from him that left her....the one who thought she knew how everyone felt....completely baffled......

Yet his said nothing, and soon enough he held his hand to her neck, his thumb making light strokes across her delicate cheek....A smile curling onto her perfectly formed lips as she felt him shift her body, only furthering to curl her up against him, small form now snuggly pressed to his body as she again closed her eyes and let forth a contented little sigh....

As she curled up more within his lap, her head shifted so that her lips could easily brush against his neck, her tone happy yet soft as she spoke out against his flesh....a whisper of her breath falling upon him......

"Will you stay with me tonight? Please?"

Biting her lip a bit in a form of nervousness.....Unsure about asking such given the bad reactions she had in the past.....

[Devon]

Devon found that once he had guided her to curl up she seemed to relax all the more, which lead him to believe that he was doing the correct thing when it came to what would comfort her. After all that had happened in the short period of time he suspected that it was more draining for him then it was for him.

While there, enjoying the warmth she offered, she spoke with her lips brushing against his skin. Her tone felt soft, happy, as she invited him to stay with her for the night. It hadn't been something he thought of extensively. He had his own dorm, but certainly didn't have a Kev anywhere, which gave her place a serious advantage.

"Yeah, I'll stay for the night, kit."

Devon shifted his neck slightly, bent forward and turned toward her, kissing her firmly, allowing it to drag on slowly. As he shifted back his arms loosened. "Come on, I wanna crash." He said as he would move to get up, wait until she got her feet under her, only to give her rump a firm open palm to motivate her to lead him to the bedroom.