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Song of the Day 7.28.12
I found → Edmond & Elsie
elsiemonaghan:
Brown eyes flickered open as the sun streaming through the crack of her curtain made her wince, a soft sigh leaving Elsie’s lips as she brought the back of her hand to rub at her eyes. The events from yesterday flashed in front of her mind, which in turn made her smile. It was funny, really, how last week she’d been mopping around thinking that Edmond didn’t want her, that he didn’t feel the same craving that she did. She had gone to the gathering for her aunt’s and father’s sake, a way to distract herself even though she knew he would be there. Thankfully she had gone, because it had put a lot of things in perspective for the brunette and the Frenchman.
Carefully she turned so that her back wasn’t to his chest and simply looked at him for a few second while he slept, an arm draped over her waist as she carefully brought her fingertips to brush his cheek. He looked a lot younger like this, she realized. She knew that most people her age wouldn’t be as attracted to someone so much older, but it wasn’t something she had a choice in. The attraction to him was different than with other men, it was like she needed him one way or another; it was a scary feeling but wonderful at the same time. With a small grin, she reached up to give him a soft peck on the cheek before slowly removing his arm from her body as she got out of bed and tried not to wake him.
Now nude, she walked over to her dresser and silently pulled out a pair of underwear and put them on. Realizing that they’d brought most of their clothes with them that they’d shed in the living room to her room, she picked up his wrinkled t-shirt from the ground and pulled it over head before taking out the hair that was in the way. It was baggy on her small form, but she liked the way that it smelled like him, like he still wrapped around her. It was then realized that maybe she liked him a lot more than she thought she did. She didn’t want to think about that now, though. With one last look at the man in her bed, she walked out of her bedroom and in search for some food.
Considering that she hadn’t left her house much in the last week, she was running low on things to eat and definitely had to go do groceries sooner rather than later. Thankfully, she still had some coffee, tea and a few bagels for them to digest this morning. Her kitchen wasn’t the biggest, but it was perfect size for someone living alone and she quickly heated up the water for both their drinks and placed the bagels into the toaster. A few minutes later, everything was put onto a tray and she walked back to her bedroom while making sure nothing spilled over.
Elsie could only hope that things wouldn’t be awkward this morning, that he wouldn’t want to leave immediately after eating and would spend a little bit of time with her before his day started at the shop. It was only eight and since it was the weekend, the shop only opened in a few hours. Standing in the doorway of her bedroom, she bit her lip before speaking up. “Morning,” she walked to the bed, carefully sitting down next to him and placing the tray in front of both of them. “I made you some tea and a bagel… Sorry it’s not much, I need to go to the market today to buy more food.”
Taking her mug with both hands, she brought it to her lips and took a sip from her coffee. It wasn’t the best thing ever considering it was instant but she’d take any help of waking up right now. As the liquid warmed her up, she turned to Edmond with a sheepish smile on her face. “So last night was… great.” She pulled a loose piece of hair behind her ear before looking down and continuing. “Really great, actually.”
The previous evening was a reoccurring dream, bubbling images in the back of his mind as he attempted (and successfully) found REM sleep what felt like but minutes after they had finished in the living room. Everything seemed stretched, splintered splashes of colors on the backs of his eyelids each time his blue optics twitched beneath the thin skin over them. A part of him ached, that which did not make up his physical being, per say, but somewhere in the confines of his skull... he wondered more and more about what had happened.
He should have known, really, that things were to go downhill from here. In part, he was an awful liar, at least when it came to attempting to hide the truth from the club, something he had only tried to do on one other occasion, and it was for a surprise birthday party, which evidently was no longer a surprise by the time the inquiry got around to him. If he wasn’t able to keep such a simple secret, how was he to deny any possible suspicions of something between he and the president’s daughter?
Shit.
Although he felt the mattress shift as the woman woke and left, he himself did not wake, not truly, until she reentered, tray in both hands and the sweet word of “Morning” on her lips.
Blue eyes opened, initially catching a blurry image in the doorway, initially unsure as to where he had spent the night. A groggy reply left his lips, echoing the first word she spoke, pulling himself into a sitting position as she drew closer. Blinking away the sleepiness, his mind was swift in remembering that this was in fact Elsie Monaghan’s bed, and the images of his dreams became those doused in reality, causing a flush to threaten his cheeks, but not become evident.
The tray was placed on the bed, and he drew the sheets about his bare lower half, gently holding the material in place as tired eyes looked to the mug and dish she offered him. Thick fingers reached out slowly, mostly due to the groggy feeling that hung on the edges of his eyes, and he grasped the mug. A quiet “thank you” slipped from his lips, producing a small smile before pressing the rim of the mug to his mouth. A pleased hum rumbled in his throat as the tea met his tongue, the warm liquid welcomed with a twitching of the corners of his lips. If there was one thing he loved more than crosswords in the morning, it was most certainly tea. Blue eyes flickered to the woman as he took another sip, noticing in full now how she donned his shirt. He smiled softly. Perhaps she was to be added to that list as well.
“Hm,” the man hummed in response, allowing a small smile to crack across thin lips as she commented on the night before. He, too, had enjoyed himself, that much had been made evident. Leaning on one elbow, the Frenchman placed his chin in the open palm. His other hand held the tea close to his mouth, ready for another sip, but he knew it was keen to add more than a simple mumble lacking words. Adjusting his position in slight, he grunted, clearing his throat as bright eyes turned to her.
“I’m glad,” he found himself replying, gaze looking to the darkening tea before allowing his attention to return to the young woman. He wanted to ask her to get back under the covers, so he could wrap his arms around her again and sleep for the next however many hours. He didn’t want to go to work, he didn’t want to even think about having to be around the other club members. His stomach sank, even as he sipped at the tea in an attempt to calm the tightening knots. “... It was nice.”
CHARACTER AESTHETIC: the firestarter/insurgent.
“show me w h e r e my armor ENDS, show me w h e r e my skin BEGINS.”
Norman Reedus for Men’s Fitness 2016
King and Lionheart → Edmond & Elsie
elsiemonaghan:
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King and Lionheart → Edmond & Elsie
elsiemonaghan:
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Everything was blurred together, yet he cherished every individual moment.
I had two longings and one was fighting the other. I wanted to be loved and I wanted to be always alone.
Jean Rhys, Wide Sargasso Sea (via mirroir)
King and Lionheart → Edmond & Elsie
elsiemonaghan:
I want you. His words made her happy, probably more than it should as she brought her hand to his face, fingers moving the hair from his eyes as she looked down at him. She really cared for this man, probably more than he’ll ever know. She wanted to tell him that she wasn’t going to be sleeping with anyone else while their arrangement was happening, that she wouldn’t be able to even if she tried. She only craved his touch, his kisses… No one else’s. Now that she had a taste of him, she wasn’t ready to stop anytime soon.
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The movie was now completely out of view and out of mind.
King and Lionheart → Edmond & Elsie
She wants him. She wants him so badly that she almost changes her mind about the movie and to simply pull him into her bedroom to fill the hunger laced in her veins. The kiss he’d returned a few minutes ago was still tingling on her lips, and she certainly wanted another, and then another after that and another… Although she holds herself back, wanting to sit next to him and enjoy a movie like they would normally do when they hung out. As much as she craved the physical sense of being with him, she also didn’t want to lose the fun they had when they just talked about random things and watched television.
“Whatever I have in mind? Careful, you never know what that might be.” She warned in a teasing tone, turning back to the television as she pressed play on the remote. Moving over so that she could lean her side against his chest, her head fell just on his collarbone while she draped her arm over his abdomen. It was strange for the brunette, cuddling with someone for the first time. She never did the whole thing before, considering she’d never dated after the incident and when it came to sex, the guys always tried to but she felt uncomfortable and told them to leave.
She knows her and Edmond aren’t a couple, that they had an arrangement which involved sex… At least that’s what he thought he meant back at the gathering. Yet the Vegas born didn’t hesitate to press her body next to his and relish at the feeling of his warmth. She liked being close to him, liked the way he felt against her. She wondered if he liked it too. Hell, maybe he wanted her off of him, but she trusted him enough to tell her if he did.
For the first half hour of the movie, there’s not a lot of talking and the young woman tries to concentrate on the moving images in front of her, she really does. Although, her hands have other ideas.
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There was almost certainly nothing wrong with Blade Runner. It was one of his favorite movies, if not his favorite, and so he was rather excited to be sitting down to watch the film with the young woman. While his eyes remained fixated on the flickering screen, the Frenchman’s mind flickered back and forth on various topics concerning the woman beside him. While they had had sex and had come to some sort of unofficial agreement that they were… involved?, Edmond was still unsure as to what they were ‘together.’ They certainly weren’t boyfriend and girlfriend or anything like that. Besides, that sounded much too much like high school, and he refused to return to that state of mind.
A part of him wondered if they were partners in a general sense, that they would fuck, fight, and be there for one another when possible, and yet he desired more for such an arrangement. It had been many years that his own yearning for the young woman had cropped up, and by this point in time he was attempting to allow himself to fulfill these wants. He knew himself well enough to know that this couldn’t be anything casual, that if he caught her with another man that he would surely pump the other full of lead. There was no denying he would become jealous, and the feeling was strange, foreign almost, and he made note of it as to not allow it to determine his actions. If they were going to do this, she needed to be his and his alone.
I like her, She looks evil, And I want to make her scream my name.
(via palesorrowing)
King and Lionheart → Edmond & Elsie
At his words, Rose suddenly felt silly for having thought that he was unaffected by their encounter at the gathering, that it was nothing more than a quick fuck that meant nothing. At least, she hoped that he thought it was more than that, like she wasn’t like the other girls he’d been with before. It was a funny thing to feel, these insecurities. She hadn’t had any for a very long time, and if she did, she knew how to pretend they weren’t there.
The first time she’d felt them was in middle school and when one of the bullies called her ugly in front of all his friends. At first it didn’t really affect her, not until she got home and stared in the mirror to point out the things she didn’t like about her body. Her dad had caught her with tears in her eyes and asked her what was wrong. When she told him about the boy’s comment, the man looked at her with determination and love and said he would handle it. The next day when she saw the boy at school, he looked at her in fear and knew that it had something to do with her dad. She never got bullied from anyone else after that.
Closing the door as he entered, she walked in front of him until they were standing in front of each other. His gaze looking her up and down brought goosebumps to her skin, and she wanted to scowl at herself for being so affected by this man, yet she couldn’t seem to push herself to do it. “S’okay, I get it.” She offered him a small smile before reaching on her tiptoes, both hands hesitantly cupping the back of his neck as she ran her thumb in his brown strands as if he was going to pull away from her any second.
Looking up at him while biting her bottom lip, she took in the small details on his face. The small lines at the side of his eyes, his high cheekbones and the small mole on the corner of his upper lip. There wasn’t a day since she first saw him that she didn’t find him handsome. “Come here,” she leaned forward, not being able to resist another minute without being close to him again. Pressing her lips to his as she felt the tension of “what ifs” leave her body, the embrace didn’t feel rushed or forceful considering they had time and weren’t thinking of getting caught any second, so she savored the moment.
After a minute or so, she reluctantly pulled away and placed one last kiss at the corner of his mouth before detaching herself from him. Grabbing his hand, she entwined their fingers together before grinning up at him. “I have something planned for us. Follow me.” And without another word, she led him tot he sofa that had plenty of blanket and pillows for the both of them as well as each a bottle of cold beer on the table in front of it.
Plopping down on the couch, she made room for Edmond and leaned forward to grab the remote for the TV with her free hand, switching it on as she turned her body towards him. “I was thinking we could watch Blade Runner? I remember you mentioning it a few weeks ago when we were hanging out and thought we could watch it?” she paused, looking down sheepishly as she pulled some of her damp hair out of her face.
Would he think this was weird now, them hanging out like before like he hadn’t made her see stars earlier that day? She cleared her throat, the image of her pinned against the wall by his body made her flush as she looked up at him again. “And if we get bored… We can do something else.” She couldn’t help the suggestive tone from escaping her lips.
Lust was conceivably the most dangerous of the seven deadly sins. There was also pride, greed, envy, gluttony, wrath, and sloth, but lust? Lust bent a bruised a man in more ways than the others could, more likely to leave him broken and bleeding and begging for forgiveness no god would give him. The likelihood that he, Edmond, was to fall to this same fate seemed eerily possible, and like a man with a predetermined ending and quite frankly no god to turn to, he felt a twisted, blissful feeling towards all of it.
It felt as if he were signing his soul over to some devil that claimed benevolence, but had a history of stabbing his followers in the back. Deception was key, and the Frenchman made sure his mind didn’t wander to the threatening side of the entanglement. He worried too much thought would drive him away, would separate him from the woman he now greedily desired. He couldn’t remember how many times his being told him it was wrong, that who she was and her age were reasons enough to turn away, but it was rather quickly too late for him. The woman, like a siren, had captured him with her song, and he was willingly drifting towards the rocks, aware that once he hit them, that there was no escaping her grasp.
Her fingers clamped on the back of his neck, and like an obedient hound, he bent to her request. It would have been foolish to deny her kiss, to miss a moment where he could be closed to her and smell the sweet, natural scent of her skin. Her lips were soft, plush and tender like he imagined other parts of her were, and so he kissed her gently, as if worried her petite form would crack under his rough touch. This didn’t stop him, however, from bringing a hand to the side of her face, deepening the kiss for a moment before she pulled away. His body, like a deprived child, cried out for more, and hunger clung to the edges of his eyes.
Initially he missed the fact that her lips were moving now to convey words and not return to his, and bright eyes flickered up to her brown ones. She took his hand then, leading him towards the couch, where they each took a seat. Out of habit, he spread his arms out along the back of the couch, although now he gripped the edge, nerves getting the best of him. There was no hiding that he had yet to become fully comfortable with their new situation, despite how he figured he was putting on a rather decent facade.
“One of my favorite movies,” the man commented, nodding slowly as he idly chewed on the inside of his cheek. He took note of the beers, smirking to himself before she required his attention. Looking to the woman, he allowed a small smile to curl about his lips as she made a suggestions, one he could only assume referred to retreating to the bedroom, or perhaps anywhere else, really. They had already used a wall, and the bedroom suddenly seemed like a step back, juvenile, even. With a shy smile, he nodded again. “I’m open to whatever you have in mind.”