[ he'd actually enjoyed coming out with her even if the conversation had veered a little more personal and deeper than he'd planned. it had been nice to talk about it with someone who seemingly understood. ]
I don't mind walking you but if you'd rather go alone... [ he's not going to force her to stick with him. ] I'm probably just going to head back anyway and lay down after I see if anyone needs anything done around the safehouse.
[ so this had definitely been the highlight of his day. ] If you're gonna go, thanks for taking me out. It was the opposite of a ruined night.
[ sometimes, the most reckless decisions come from the best intentions. she can hear the rejection in his voice, the trail off of disappointment, and it burns. it's too familiar, and not at all how she wants him to feel.
so maybe it's stupid, maybe it's reckless, but caroline doesn't care. she surges forward, wraps her arms tight around him in a warm hug. he's a few inches taller than matt, so she can't quite get her chin against his shoulder; instead, her mouth presses against it, held tightly closed to prevent any errant impulses from ruining the gesture. ]
I'm not trying to get rid of you.
[ at least not like that. ]
I'm just ... I get cranky when I'm hungry. Nobody wants to see that.
I nearly bit your head off earlier because I was grumpy and you stuck around. [ so, apparently she'd wanted to see that out of him. she was selling herself way too short.
it takes marcos a second to wrap his arms around her, return the embrace but he does. he closes his eyes even, lets himself enjoy it because it's such a simple action but one he's missed for awhile. ]
I don't care if you're cranky. I care that you're comfortable so you do what you have to do for that.
[ if it was go off on her own, that was fine. he wasn't going to be angry. ]
I doubt you could really get rid of me anyway. We're living in the same place.
[ it would be so easy, wouldn't it? to open her mouth, to bare her fangs, to sink teeth into the crook of his neck and seek out the warmth of his blood into her mouth. it wouldn't take but a second or two, and with her grip tight around him, he wouldn't have anywhere to go.
but he'd know then, without any question. he'd know, and more importantly, he'd know before she had a chance to tell him, before she could try to ease into things so that he wouldn't immediately turn and run the other way (or worse). there'd be no coming back from that.
so while it's tempting (and it is), caroline takes a deep breath, followed by another, in and out until the screaming bloodlust in her head simmers to a soft roar, until she can swallow down the pinprick of her fangs begging to come out and speak a little more normally. ]
I'll eat when we get back.
[ if there's anyone around at this time of night. ]
[ if she was sure. he'd walk her back and let her go eat while he probably fell face first into a bed and tried to sleep off everything he's had to drink tonight. he'd wake up in the morning with a hangover and a lot of regret (about the drinking) but probably wouldn't deter him from doing it again. ]
Come on, we're not that far away. [ he'd drop her at the front of the safehouse and let her do her thing. ] And then you can eat.
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[ he'd actually enjoyed coming out with her even if the conversation had veered a little more personal and deeper than he'd planned. it had been nice to talk about it with someone who seemingly understood. ]
I don't mind walking you but if you'd rather go alone... [ he's not going to force her to stick with him. ] I'm probably just going to head back anyway and lay down after I see if anyone needs anything done around the safehouse.
[ so this had definitely been the highlight of his day. ] If you're gonna go, thanks for taking me out. It was the opposite of a ruined night.
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so maybe it's stupid, maybe it's reckless, but caroline doesn't care. she surges forward, wraps her arms tight around him in a warm hug. he's a few inches taller than matt, so she can't quite get her chin against his shoulder; instead, her mouth presses against it, held tightly closed to prevent any errant impulses from ruining the gesture. ]
I'm not trying to get rid of you.
[ at least not like that. ]
I'm just ... I get cranky when I'm hungry. Nobody wants to see that.
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it takes marcos a second to wrap his arms around her, return the embrace but he does. he closes his eyes even, lets himself enjoy it because it's such a simple action but one he's missed for awhile. ]
I don't care if you're cranky. I care that you're comfortable so you do what you have to do for that.
[ if it was go off on her own, that was fine. he wasn't going to be angry. ]
I doubt you could really get rid of me anyway. We're living in the same place.
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but he'd know then, without any question. he'd know, and more importantly, he'd know before she had a chance to tell him, before she could try to ease into things so that he wouldn't immediately turn and run the other way (or worse). there'd be no coming back from that.
so while it's tempting (and it is), caroline takes a deep breath, followed by another, in and out until the screaming bloodlust in her head simmers to a soft roar, until she can swallow down the pinprick of her fangs begging to come out and speak a little more normally. ]
I'll eat when we get back.
[ if there's anyone around at this time of night. ]
Promise.
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[ if she was sure. he'd walk her back and let her go eat while he probably fell face first into a bed and tried to sleep off everything he's had to drink tonight. he'd wake up in the morning with a hangover and a lot of regret (about the drinking) but probably wouldn't deter him from doing it again. ]
Come on, we're not that far away. [ he'd drop her at the front of the safehouse and let her do her thing. ] And then you can eat.
[ hopefully. ]