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food for the soul.

He listened, allowing the words to linger in his ears and mind as he blankly looked across the natural scenery before him. He understood, how she was trapped and mistreated; how she was drowned and caged... but he knew, so fiercely, that he could be the one to free her. He knew that he would never hold her hostage, that he would never ask things of her other than love. Christopher was confident that he could be the best thing for her. It was easy to tell, how his muscles and heart relaxed in her presence, how his body felt at ease and normal, if normal was something that was easily definable. There had been a special place in his heart for her, which had been dug and settled when they were younger. So gently and beautifully, she had nestled her way into him, rooting her soft smile and caring nature with in his own foundation of bone and tissue.

It was entirely too difficult for him to put a halt on the urge to bring such a subject into the air. "I..." He sighed heavily, holding back a couple of tears behind his eyes as hard as he could. "I just want love..." The words were half-way muttered, because he simply could not force himself to speak any louder. Emotions were wearing thin, as was the energy it took him to hold up the steel and barbed-wire around his mind and heart. The man knew he had love in his heart for her, he knew it so confidently. Love at first-sight was something he believed in firmly, only for her; Christopher knew that she was his one, his person, his truth, and his life. "I know I can love you, I know I can be the man you deserve..." He pivoted around slowly, to look at her with near saddened eyes. "I'm sorry. Truthfully, I am..." The rest of his words escaped, fleeting into the night suddenly.

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i am what i am.

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collections.

He understood owing someone as to constantly be a reminder that one was down on their luck, one was below others, but he had an assignment to cross off his list of duties. His status as a prime member of the ‘family,’ anything asked of him he would do with out question. Never mind if they had families, disregard their social standing, blur out their needs; they were clients and they owed on their debts. Collecting was a specialty of his, as Christopher came to realize as each day of the year had passed him. His animagi status influenced his place with in the group, he knew; intimidation was a strong suit in the line of work. Most would call it cold, devilish, animalistic. Him? The warm blood and thick fur of his current dark chestnut appearance veiled such stereotypes as he roamed through the trees, mud, and creatures. Step by step, paw after paw, he scratched the cool earth as he made his way toward the small home. Hot breath steamed through the air as he slowed gait and neared the door. A chilling song of barks began as he paced the yard, calling the client to answer the door. An alert of sorts, that the monthly deadline had arrived.

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when i wake

Of course he was attracted to her; how could a man not? There was something with in him that kept him grounded though. There was an inner need to do everything the "right" way. Not that there was a wrong way of doing much of anything in today's society, but it was how he was raised. His mother had been wooed and dated before she was asked to marry his father for three years. They had only ever been with each other intimately and that was how it should be; though, Christopher did not care if Pippa and her husband had been romantic with each other. It happens. Her husband did not treat her right and Christopher would not stand for such a thing, even if their little story ended with her moving on and being happy with someone else. He simply nodded to her every time she said something. Though his heart be only his in possession, it still worked the same as his original one had; it dropped as he watched her walk into the bathroom. He shook his head and turned to walk out to the back porch where the fire had slowly started last night, under the moonlight. She would shower and slip into whatever he could find small enough to fit her... More than likely a t-shirt and a pair of either cozy pajama pants or sweatpants. His socks would stay on her feet but their cuffs would slip down her lowers and bunch at her ankles. If anything, his attire would swallow her whole. If anything, that was how he might prefer her- undone and relaxed. But maybe she could, indeed, relax those tiny feet clothed in larger socks on his lap while they engage in a lazy day. Enjoying each others company, they could simply rest. The smile on his face remained as he imagined it, as if he was a young boy unaware of non-existent fairytales. Jogging down the outdoor steps, he went beneath the deck where a concrete slap played floor for a rainy day and to the grill, which could easily be moved up the steps or more toward the water. The hose rested on the concrete in a coil just near the nozzle and spout. Turning it on, he grabbed the hose and stepped into the yard just out of the shade. He held up the end and allowed the cool water to soak into his hair and trickle down his face, neck, chest, and consequently his jeans. He would take a proper shower when the little miss was done, but it felt nice to get the majority of the oil off of him while cooling down, almost like the "cold shower" he knew men spoke of after a veiled public arousal by whatever female.

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when i wake

His body temperature rose slightly, catching a shadow of another unfamiliar feeling caused directly by an undertone in her voice. Sure, he had tasted a woman's lips and felt a woman's skin but not in the most intimate of ways in the eyes of the Universe. It was something he had maintained in the old fashioned sense- waiting for the one. Miranda had tried, like a succubus of sorts, to pull him from his morals, but he had put his foot down too many times; she finally stopped. As he fought another grin, Christopher nodded to her as he sighed. "You could always lounge around in whatever I have..." There were no real innuendos or doses of perversion in the statement. It was simple: he did not want to leave this dream. "But I will gladly take you wherever you need to go."

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Take me away

There had been a dwelling feeling in the back of his mind, that she was not entirely happy. There had never been any evidence other than she had been out by herself, having a bit of fun. Granted, there was absolutely no reason a couple should give each other time out to do things within reason with out the other... The way he saw it? Her husband should have been accompanying her, not to keep her tame but to participate in letting her spirit run wild. A husband should foster happiness with in his wife, not leave her to feel empty and alone. As Christopher gazed at the lonely shell of a beautiful creature, his heart sank. Pippa had always been a smiling, laughing, flowing dancer who did nothing but spread her light with anyone she encountered. How could someone put out such a flame? Now his mind wandered to just how cruel this man, her husband, must truly be- as if having an affair was not enough. "That's... just horrible..." They were the only words he could find quickest. There was no amount of liquor that could fix the pain he syphoned from her as they enjoyed each other's company. "How can you honestly stay with someone like that? And if an affair wasn't enough, what is worse?" Concern, anger, pain, sadness, confusion... it all ran through his veins now. The heat his body now furnaced was more or likely attributed to the liquor, but the emotions fueled the flame too. He scooted over to put a soothing arm around her shoulders and lightly hug her, hoping it would soothe both himself as well as the red head. "How can you live like that?"

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“No!” He raised his voice slightly from just inside. Gathering glasses and unopened bottle of his favorite whiskey, he took a deep breath. There was no true reason to be nervous at all. In his free hand he jimmied out the fridge, grab the salsa, grabbed chips from the cabinet nearby, then returned outside. He brought it over to her place on the bench and sat it all down carefully. “Help yourself.” With out any words, he swiftly went back inside to grab a stack of blankets; it was known to get colder as the night grew darker. “In case.” Christopher brought them out and put them down on the other side of Pippa. It was hard for him to settle down, to bring himself to sit with her.

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take me away

"No!" He raised his voice slightly from just inside. Gathering glasses and unopened bottle of his favorite whiskey, he took a deep breath. There was no true reason to be nervous at all. In his free hand he jimmied out the fridge, grab the salsa, grabbed chips from the cabinet nearby, then returned outside. He brought it over to her place on the bench and sat it all down carefully. "Help yourself." With out any words, he swiftly went back inside to grab a stack of blankets; it was known to get colder as the night grew darker. "In case." Christopher brought them out and put them down on the other side of Pippa. It was hard for him to settle down, to bring himself to sit with her.

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take me away

"My home," Christopher answered calmly. "It's quiet there... and the view of the lake and sky made it the main selling point when I looked at the house." It had been the truth. Not that he enjoyed fishing or any sort of water sports, but nature's beauty trumped it all. More importantly, it had been the place in which he had healed, from the surgery... from Miranda.. from everything. It had been the place in which he found himself, found happiness, found serenity... It had never been a bachelor pad or party house. It was just his home. Never ridiculously messy but he did not have a definite spot for every item he owned. He wanted to be so much closer to her but refrained. "Is that alright?"