[IC] Beauty & The Beast: An Advanced Mature Werewolf Role Play (18+)

[Arista]

"I'm fine. Just a bit dizzy." She manages to say, her body relaxing as the dizzy spell passes. She glances at Aleksandr and then at her employees, she waves the three off before sighing softly. "She did say to take is easy. I guess I'm not fully over my fever yet, let's head up and grab what I need and get going. I don't want your dad waiting for too long."

Her head tilts in the direction of the still open door, her fingers twitching on the armrests. Her mind filtering through her things that she needed for her stay, a frown tugging hee lips down. She glanced at Aleksandr and raised a brow, a small smirk tugging her lips up. "It's improper to keep a lady waiting, good sir. We don't have much time." She offers in a British accent like she had earlier, she didn't wish to stay here for longer than she needed to. @Briza

[Briza]

A wave of relief fell over Aleksandr when Sylvia replied. He felt a little embarrassed to have alerted the other three, but in all, he was worried. He wiped his hand over his face as he stood up and let out a deep sigh.

"It's improper to keep a lady waiting, good sir. We don't have much time," Sylvia spoke in her mock-British accent as a smirk curled on her lips.

Aleksandr stared down at Sylvia, not particularly wanting to play along with her after seeing her friends and other such things. He relaxed his body and looked up the stairs, "I ummm... I can carry you up the stairs, I suppose?" He felt badly for not playing along. He wasn't sure why he had even opened up to her in the first place. It had been a bad idea. It was a mistake. His father knew it was a mistake, "You're not heavy. So, it won't be a big deal or anything," his eyes turned their attention back to Sylvia, studying her. A small involuntary smile flickered on his lips and quickly disappeared nervously. He did not want to be excited to pick her up, anymore, but he was. He stood back, taking in a deep breath, "Tell me when you're ready so I don't hurt you." @Arista

[Arista]

Noting the reaction and looking away, she closed her eyes and allowed her shoulders to slump. She glanced at the stairs an then at the male that stood a few inches away from her, she sighed and closed her eyes.

"Let get my things and leave." She bit out softly, her gaze focused on the closed door that led into her bedroom. Her fingers curled into her arms as she kept her gaze averted from Aleksandr and on her hallway. She knew the signs of someone who was uncomfortable or referring something, she read enough books to learn the body-language. Something had shifted in the others personality between one moment and the next, she grit her teeth and snubbed the thoughts. She moved he legs from the footrests they been ptopped on and stretches hee muscles, her back and shoulders tensing. She been a fool to think a friendship could form between them, hell they met only two days ago for pete's sake. She rolled her eyes and focused on Aleksandr once more, she reached her hand out and offers the other a stiff nod.

Better to get this over with the quickest, then he could probably try drowning herself in the shower of something for her stupidity. @Briza

[Briza]

Aleksandr watched as Sylvia's face turned and her fingers curled into her arms. He was about to say something in regards to her mood shift and how she shouldn't do that to herself, but stopped himself, "Okay," he said as she gave him a stiff nod and reached out her hands. He scooped her up from her wheelchair. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest--not from the weight but from sheer nervousness. He bit his lower lip gently and made his way up the stairs.

When he got to the door of her house, he shifted his weight, turned the handle carefully, and used his body to nudge the door open. He made a slight grunt in doing so. It was not the easiest task, but he had managed. As he stepped inside, he slightly moved his arms to get a better grasp on Sylvia. He looked around for a light, "Where's the light switch?" he finally asked Sylvia. His heart was still pounding quickly, which was making him a tad more agitated.

He was starting to feel uncomfortably comfortable with her in his arms, and this bothered him. He was never too fond of his body. It never really responded well to what he wanted it to do. To make matters worse, it was responding horribly in front of a girl that he kind of liked or didn’t want to like or shouldn't like or wasn't sure if he liked or whatever. He didn’t care at this point; he just wanted to find the fucking light switch. @Arista

[Arista]

At the others words, Sylvia sighed softly and with practiced ease, flipped the switch beside were Aleksandr stood. She winced when light filled the room but relaxed when she adjuster to it. Her eyes scanned her living room before focusing on the dining table that she'd bought a year ago, her kitchen drawing her gaze next.

"Alright, that door on the right is my room, the one on the left by the kitchen is the bathroom. Shall we?" Her head was thtobbing now and her urge to hit something had her fingers digging deeper into her flesh without realizing it. She'd relaxed in the others arms but refused to fully give in and rest, something didn't feel right and it annoyed her. She glanced up at Aleksandr and arched a brow, her leg was beginning to throb as well. @Briza

[Briza]

"Thank you..." he made a perplexed face at Sylvia, confused as to how she could have turned the lights on so easily. As his eyes adjusted to the light, a sudden awareness of her scent was astonishing. It was everywhere. He found himself in a pleasant daze.

"Alright, that door on the right is my room, the one on the left by the kitchen is the bathroom. Shall we?"

"Yeah..." he whispered, trying to shake himself from the daze, but it was hard. His heart had stopped pounding so quickly, and his body was relaxing. He looked around curiously before heading to the door on the right. What the fuck is wrong with me? He wanted to be angry at himself for feeling so aloof, but he kind of enjoyed the calmness of it all. As he walked over to her room, an unconscious smile had sketched itself over his lips.

With the same maneuver he used to open the front door, he opened the bedroom door. He made a soft moan in his throat when the door opened and he stepped inside the room. He closed his eyes, feeling a slight twitch in his right hand, "I... ummm..." he stammered a bit, "Could you get the lights?" He wanted to get out of her house. The atmosphere was getting to his head in an uncontrollable manner. He couldn't describe it. It just felt so good. @Arista

[Arista]

Sylvia blinked and did as the other asked of her, she flipped the switch and winced when light flooded her vision once more. She sighed upon seeing her room and found herself relaxing into Aleksandr's hold. She nudged the male with her elbow when he remained by the door, her head tilting curiosity when she noticed he'd relaxed.

How odd this male is... She thought with a twitch of her lips, her eyes focused on her dresser and closest. She sighed softly and brought a hand up to tap her chin.

"If you'd like, I can gather my clothes while you grab something to eat from the fridge? I imagine hospital food tastes disgusting, I wouldn't know since I didn't eat." She'd just grab a few items of clothes before grabbing her toiletries and her backpack. The sky was darkening and with it the pain from her ankle becoming more prominent then before. @Briza

[Briza]

Aleksandr could feel her relaxing in his arms as the lights turned on. He looked around the room trying not to blush; however, the more he looked around the room the closer he felt to Sylvia. Even when he looked down, there she was, right in his arms. He made a half smile, albeit, confused. When she elbowed him, he moved her further into the room, cautiously.

"If you'd like, I can gather my clothes while you grab something to eat from the fridge? I imagine hospital food tastes disgusting, I wouldn't know since I didn't eat."

Alekandr looked down at Sylvia. He wasn't particularly hungry--he wasn't sure when he ever was, if he was honest with himself, "Ummm... yeah," he nodded, moving her towards the bed to put her down. He placed her on the bed softly. He had never really been in the room of the opposite sex before, nor had he placed a female on a bed. His mind was literally going crazy. He wanted to do everything for Sylvia, and do everything she asked of him. He was not sure how or why, so he decided to get something to eat from her refrigerator because that is what she told him to do (even if he was not hungry). As he walked out of the room, he turned to Sylvia, "If you need anything... just... let me know," he walked out of the room and towards the kitchen, cupping his hands over the lower part of his face--trying to concentrate.

He stood in front of the refrigerator for a moment before opening it. Fuck! Fuck! fuck! He wanted to scream, but if he tried, he couldn't. He opened the refrigerator begrudgingly and stared at the food inside of it. He really was not hungry. If anything, looking at the food was making him nauseous. He closed the refrigerator and walked over to the living room and sat down, while he waited for her. He wiped his right hand over his face, and let an exasperated breath escape his lips. Lord Jesus Christ, Son of God, Kill me a Sinner. @Arista

[Arista]

Humming sofly and focusing on the task at hand, Sylvia tugged a duffle bag she kept beside her bed closer before sighing. Glad that she'd moved her dresser closer to her bed, she began to pick the clothes she'd be wearing before placing them I'm her bag. A yawn escaped her lips as she finished placing the last pair of jeans within the duffel bag before zipping it up. Shifting and bending down slightly, she tugged a bag that had her laptop from under her bedside table. Placing it beside the duffle, a sudden clap of thunder had her jumping slightly, a huff escape her lips as it passed.

"Now I just need a hoodie...I'm done Aleksandr. I just need a fee more items from the bathroom before we can go." She raised her voice so the other could hear her, her gray-blue eyes focused on her open closest and line of sweaters. Her head tilting slightly as her eyes scanned the ones she had, a gray and back hoodie catching her eye. Both fit he current moo and were warm to wear, she gave a nod and closer her eyes for a moment. She wouldn't be in this room or her home for the next few weeks. @Briza

[Briza]

"Now I just need a hoodie...I'm done Aleksandr. I just need a few more items from the bathroom before we can go."

Aleksandr unfolded his arms and stood up. He drew in a deep breath before making his way to her bedroom, again, "Okay," he paused, not sure what to say further, "Are you ready for me to pick you up, again?" He tried to ask jokingly, a half smile was nervously worn on his lips as he took several slow steps closer to her. He wasn't sure what he was doing at this point, but he really wanted to be nearer to her. He felt like a lost puppy who finally found his owner, but he didn't exactly like the submissive feeling. He found it degrading, but denying Sylvia did not feel right either. His mind was beginning to divide and argue with itself.

Whatever the feeling was, he wanted to remove himself from her home. It made him feel dirty, and as much as he liked it--the purpose and reason that Sylvia had suddenly given him, he couldn't help but deny it. He didn't deserve it.@Arista

[Arista]

Sylvia blinked when she felt amother within her room, at his question her attention focused on him with a tilt of her head.

"Yes." She offered after a moment, her ears filling with the soothing pitter-patter of rain against her bedroom window. She reached for him and ignored the thought that she was acting like a child, eager to be picked up and cradled. She wanted to shower and rest, Aleksandr's reactions were odd but she didn't feel the need to think further on them. She looked a small, nervous smile to tug her own lips up in response to the one he offered her.

She was nervous and going to a home she didn't know was making her edgy. She should of picked staying alone, maybe she'd fall down the stairs and knock some sense into her head. @Briza

[Briza]

Aleksandr got next to her and picked her back up, holding her closely to his body. He bit his lip lower lip gently, just now realizing the thinness of the hospital gown she was wearing. He had been so excited to pick her up in the first place... His heart fluttered a bit, followed by an immenseness of guilt flushing over him. He carried her out of her bedroom swiftly and into the bathroom, "I'll wait in the living room for you..." He put her down carefully in front of the sink. He let out a small breath and exited the bathroom to give her some privacy.

He glanced at her bedroom door as he exited the bathroom and made his way to the living room to sit back down. His elbows rested on his knees as he tried to shake the fuzziness from his mind. His fingers began to play with each other as he waited for Sylvia to get the things she needed from the bathroom. He closed his eyes and let out another deep breath. Living with her was not going to be as easy as he had thought. His thoughts began to wander into different directions--all the things that could possibly go wrong with her living under their roof.

Who would do her laundry? I could do her laundry, no... He thought of her intimate garments, shaking the thought from his mind. He could not imagine his father doing her laundry; although, his father was probably a better candidate than him. He sat back in the seat and looked over at the bathroom and then down at his lap. Her scent was like some drug, and he wasn't sure he was okay with it. @Arista

[Arista]

Sylvia leaned down and pulled up the cupboards under the sink, her lips melting into a smile as she found a change of clothes nearly placed above her toiletry bag. She tugged them out and glanced down at the gown she'd been given, she was glad it was more of a night shirt then the standard gown. Huffing sofly before tugging the gown over her head, she debated whether or not to shower now so she wouldn't have to at her 'host's' house.

Shaking her head, she began to dress herself in her own clothes. Once the sweater she'd been surprised to find, she leaned back down to grab her small black-gray toiletry bag. Rising to her feet and wincing when she put pressure on her ankle, she straightened put her gray sweater and black t-shirt before settling back on the seat of her toilet.

"I'm ready, we just have to grab my laptop and duffle and we're good." She stated as she stretched until she could pull the door to her bathroom open, her waist-length hair falling across her shoulders as she leans back upright. She felt more human now, covered in clothes that didn't show off her body more then she wanted people to see, she sighed softly and absently fiddled with the string of her sweater.

Hopwfull things go well and I don't make too much of a nuisance of myself... She glanced down at the bag in her hands and felt a shiver run along her spine. Her fingers twitched as she fought the urge to check if it was inside, she knew she had small bottles of shampoo and conditioner as well as soap. Anything else inside would be ignored, she was going to get though this with her head held high. @Briza

[Briza]

Aleksandr stood up from the seat and walked over to the bathroom, once more. Sylvia was sitting atop the toilet ready to be picked up, "I think it might work best if I bring you down stairs and come back for your duffle bag and laptop," he made a jovial smile, "I can only carry so much," his smile turned a bit sheepish. He did not want to accidentally trip down the stairs, "Maybe, that'll give you more time with your..." he paused, trying to force it out of him, "Friends," he nodded, slightly congratulating himself for not butchering the line too much. He went and scooped her up from the toilet and walked out of the bathroom and towards the front door of the house.

He opened the front door carefully and began walking down the stairs, not bothering to close the front door--he would deal with that his second time around, along with the lights. When he got to the bottom of the stairs he placed her back into the wheelchair, "Alright, I'm going to go get your duffle bag and laptop. I'll be right back," he assured her. He jogged up the stairs and went through the front door. A smile combing his lips as he entered, feeling the atmosphere entrap him, again. He slowed his pace and went to her bedroom where her duffle bag and laptop were. He looked around her room once, feeling the presence of being out of place. He shook the feeling and grabbed the laptop and duffle bag. Before leaving the bedroom he turned the lights off and went quickly into the bathroom to do the same.

He let out a sigh as he reached the front door, turning the light switch off. He closed the door behind him and jogged back down the stairs, "You should hold these in your lap," he handed Sylvia the laptop and duffle bag, "It's raining outside. I don't know if there is a way to shield your laptop?" He cleared his throat kindly, feeling his brain being able to concentrate, again. @Arista

[Arista]

"They're more my employees and I'm like their adult figure. I don't have any friends and I preferred it that way, I tend to butch things up when I open my mouth so I distanced myself." She offered him absently as she moved her bags into a comfortable position in her lap. At his second question, she glanced down and frowned softly.

"It'll be fine, we're not going to stay too long in the rain. I don't wish to keep your father waiting." Her tone had dropped as had her shoulders at the last sentence. Her stomach twisted and she burrowed in the warmth of her sweater. She was suddenly petrified of going, her fingers curled against the strap of her bag. Shaking her head and offering a small smile, she shrugged and waited for Aleksandr to air her. @Briza

[Briza]

"I don't wish to keep your father waiting."

She kept saying that. His father was probably in the car praying an Akathist for all he cared... Although, to be honest, he really wanted to get out the bookstore, too.

Aleksandr glanced over at her employees and grabbed hold of the wheelchair's handles in order to push it towards the door. As he wheeled Sylvia through the bookstore he tried to avoid eye contact with her employees. When he reached the door, he carefully opened it, hearing the bell chime, "Are you ready?" he asked.

The weather outside crackled. Aleksandr could feel the chilly air trying to get into the bookstore. Without waiting for Sylvia's reply he turned the wheelchair and raced it down the pathway to the car. When he reached the car, he opened the passenger door and quickly picked Sylvia up and placed her into the passenger seat, shutting the door rather abruptly.

He turned to face the wheelchair and folded it. He picked it up and hurriedly put it in the boot of the Toyota. He swung around the car and slid into the backseat, soak and wet. He let out a small breath, feeling successful.

Father Seraphim was about to make a comment such as, "Well, that took long enough," but he refrained. It would not be a wise comment. Instead, he opted for a question with a more obvious answer, "Did you get everything that you needed?" He looked at Sylvia, a warm smile on his face. @Arista

[Arista]

Wiping the water that had remained on her bag and her sweater, Sylvia blinked at the question. She side-eyed the older male and shrugged her shoulders, fingers reaching up to wipe droplets from her eyes.

"Yes." Was all she offered in response, her body tense and head lowered slightly as her gaze focused on her bags. Her leg was throbbing and she could feel the heavy-feeling of sleep slowing her thoughts.

"Don't fall asleep brat." The words were snarled into little Sylvia's ear, small shoulders hunched up as fear filled her small body. The hand that gripped her hair had a soft squeak escaping her lips as she's lifted into the air.

Sylvia jerked to reality and blinked rapidly to clear the fog from her mind. Her heart was hammering in her chest as she forced herself to focus on the pitter-patter of rain. @Briza

[Briza]

"Great," Father Seraphim sighed as he spoke, putting the car in Drive. He began driving the car down the road. The car ride was silent and no one spoke. Father Seraphim never listened to music in the car unless it was Slavonic chant. However, he did not want to scare Sylvia. She may not have an ear for such types of music.

Aleksandr relaxed his shoulders in the car, trying to make himself comfortable. He stared out of the window. The windshield wipers on the car were swishing back and forth as the rain poured harder. They made a slight squeak as they came up, and it was bothering him.

“Sylv, is it always this rainy?” Father Seraphim asked, trying to lighten the mood. His Russian accent was picking up.

Aleksandr glanced at his father as he spoke and then looked out of the window, again. He kind of hoped it was. It barely rained back in their old town. It was rather dry there. He did not particularly miss it one bit. He didn’t have any friends—or, the ones he tried to make didn’t last very long. He winced thinking about it, feeling a bit nauseous. He leaned his head against the headrest of the car chair and grabbed at his stomach, frowning. He tried to think of Sylvia and him in the hospital—he was actually enjoying himself, for once. He closed his eyes. Of course, he fucked that up, too. Probably for good reason… He let out a sigh, shifting his mind to a different subject like how to skip lunch. His father was probably going to be stereotypically hospitable and make lunch for all three of them when they got home. He was not looking forward to it, anymore. @Arista

[Arista]

"Yes, it rains a majority of the time except when winter comes around and snow is falling and coating the ground." She offered after blinking her eyes open, she'd rested her head against the cool glass. A small smile tugged her lips up when a clap of lightning streaked across the sky, followed closely by a clap of thunder.

Her smile fell and she pressed her forrhead harder against the glass. "I'm asumming food would be made but I ask that I be skipped for that. I...I'm not hungry." She stated as an after thought, it wasn't a lie either. She'd grown up with meals missed and it had stuck with her even after she'd gotten her own place. She usally ate a light dinner before heading to bed, she'd skip lunch entirely and breakfast she'd have either juice or a bagel.

Her stkamch didn't want food, she knew she hadn't eaten since the day before but she just wasn't hungry. Pale fingers rose slowly and with a flick, lifted the hood of her hoodie to cover her face. Her eyes squeezed shut as the imaged from the hospital played in her mind, her teeth gritting in annoyance as well as frustration. She wasn't meant to make friends, with a word or gesture she'd offend them, she's been alone since the sixth grade. She'd been a fool to think a friendship could of been born by a few friendly gestures.

It was better she stayed alone. Less trouble for everyone. @Briza

[Briza]

"Oh," Father Seraphim said in a surprised manner, "What about you, Aleksy?" He looked in the rearview mirror at Aleksandr and then back at the road.

"I'm fine," he opened his eyes to look at his father from the mirror. His eyes closed, again as he let out a sigh of relief, turning his head to a more comfortable position.

Father Seraphim noticed Sylvia put the hood of her sweater over her head, "Is it cold in here? I can turn on the heat..." he motioned towards the air conditioning unit and turned the temperature up, "That should be better," Sylvia and Aleksandr seemed more distant than before he had dropped them off in the bookstore. Something must have happened. His mind wandered to the worst possible scenario. What had Aleksandr done? He creased his eye brows and continued focusing on the road.

As the car took another turn, it approached their neighborhood. Aleksandr barely opened his eyes, noticing where they were. They passed a modest house on the first street. He remembered that house, it’s where the murder had happened. He closed his eyes, again, shaking his head softly. He realized he was tired. Last night and this morning had been strangely exhausting.

The car made several more turns and slowed down in front of their house. Father Seraphim turned the steering wheel and pulled the car into the driveway, "Well, here we are!" Father Seraphim said cheerfully. He turned the car off, holding the keys in his hands, "Aleksy, I think it would be best for you to help Sylvia get into the house. I'll go unlock the house and whatnot," he turned to look at Aleksandr, who was not particularly minding him, "Aleksy, did you hear anything I just said?" he asked patiently.

"Yes, Papa," Aleksandr muttered.

From one extreme to the next, Father Seraphim shook his head and got out of the car to make his way to the front door.

Aleksandr waited for his dad to leave the car before he got out to help Sylvia. He opened the boot of the car once more and pulled out the wheelchair. The rain was pouring harder than before. Unfolding the wheelchair took longer than it did the last time, but it still happened. He pushed the wheelchair over to the passenger's door and opened it up. He didn't ask for Sylvia's permission this time--he just scooped her up and placed her in the chair. He moved her quickly to the front door that was slightly open. Father Seraphim had already turned all the light in the house on. It smelled of Rose Mary incense. The front door lead into the living room with the kitchen on the right and the bedrooms on the left. It was small, but it worked. The only real décor that stood out was the iconography hung on the walls.

Aleksandr turned around and closed the door, locking it. He wheeled Sylvia further into the living room so she would not be so close to the door. Father Seraphim poked his head from the kitchen and walked into the living room, "Well," he shook his head, making a sappy smile, "Welcome." @Arista