Wide-Eyed Wanderer

"Hey there. Esme here. I'm nothing special but I love making new friends so don't be afraid to come say hi...if you want to I mean..." Independent OC RP blog. See biography for more. Based within HP fandom but in no way exclusive Face Claim is Jane Levy (mun uses Merida from Brave) None of the pictures or gifs are mine unless otherwise stated. Stay beautiful <3

[memoirsofanaran-closed4evr]

Ferd laid back down onto the now disheveled bed. The air wreaked of passion and sex. He shifted over onto his side and looked a blanket covered nude Esme, who seemed as though she had ran an entire marathon; compared to Ferd who had barely a bead of sweat on him.

He smiled at her, noting the wonderful afterglow in her face. He covered himself up enough so that he wasn’t completely exposed under the blanket, cuddling up slightly to Esme. He brought a hand up over her head, twirling his fingers in her messy and now rather greasy hair.

"I love you Es…" His voice was rather hoarse, the only noticeable effect from a rather lengthy evening.  

[owleyed-one]

Esme leant her head into his hand with a happy sigh, eyes closed. Her mind was humming with a blissful euphoria, waves of happiness washing over her, one after another.

"Ferd..." She rolled onto her side as well, snuggling into his chest. 

"....I love you too." Even now, the words still made her blush..

[cheryl1967-deactivated20200904]

Between Friends - Cheryl/Esme

[cheryl1967-deactivated20200904]

Cheryl pulled up a chair to the table, indicating that Esme should do the same.  ”And Maha’s like…a weapon?  Only he’s a person?  Sorry,” she apologized, shrugging with a laugh as she began to eat.  ”I grew up in such a mundane world, and I’m still getting used to the strange and unnatural.”  She waved her spoon in the air for emphasis.  ”Thousands of years old, huh?  You know, a lot of our friends are long-lived.  Look at me and Loki.  I’m 46 and he’s, like….a thousand and thirteen.”

[owleyed-one]

Esme giggled, taking a bite herself. She swallowed and then said, “Well to be honest I’m in the same boat. Ferdomar is actually 80 something.” She shrugged, “I don’t mind though.” and then took another bite.  She put down her fork and picked up her glass again. “So how is stuff with you and Loki?” 

[cheryl1967-deactivated20200904]

"Ferdomar’s 80?"  Cheryl stared, chuckling.  "He looks 20."  At Esme’s next question she blushed a bright pink.  "Oh, stuff with Loki is good," she said shyly, picking at her chili bowl.  "We’re actually, uh…getting married."  She tilted her left hand so Esme could see an emerald ring on her fourth finger.

[owleyed-one]

Esme gasped, her smile widening.

"Cheryl, that's amazing!" She jumped up and moved round the table, not even giving Cheryl time to stand up before hugging her. 

"I'm so happy for you" She let go, grinning, her face flushed with excitement. "Congratulations." 

[memoirsofanaran-closed4evr]

Ferd felt goosebumps rise as her hand touched his jaw and his hair. He felt her smile and nearly melted inside. He lowered his lips for moment to tug lightly at her bottom lip, before deepening the kiss again.

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[owleyed-one]

"I love you."

Adrenaline made her bold and, after a a few seconds, reluctantly, she pulled away from him. She sat up and quickly pulled her shirt off over her head, throwing it to one side before leaning down to kiss him again. She smiled against his lips, one hand trailing slowly down his chest.

[owleyed-one]

my head hurts

[cheryl1967-deactivated20200904]

Between Friends - Cheryl/Esme

[cheryl1967-deactivated20200904]

Cheryl had set the table in the meantime. ”Tell me about Maha,” she said curiously. ”I mean, I know it’s none of my business, but…you know Kiva. We all kind of look at Kiva like our little sister. We sure don’t want anything bad to happen to her, you know?” She swirled the wine around in her glass a bit, watching it swirl.

[owleyed-one]

"He’s…." She paused, trying to work how to describe him. "He’s technically like, thousands of years old, but when he’s with her he acts about 12." She grinned. "I guess he never really got to be a kid very much, and Kiva brings that side out in him." She dolloped some chilli on top of the rice and put the bowls on the table. "Him and Ferd have been friends for years. It’s a bit of a love-hate relationship I think." She laughed. "It’s funny, Ferd always says he’s so grumpy but then Kiva shows up and he gets all cute."

[cheryl1967-deactivated20200904]

Cheryl pulled up a chair to the table, indicating that Esme should do the same.  ”And Maha’s like…a weapon?  Only he’s a person?  Sorry,” she apologized, shrugging with a laugh as she began to eat.  ”I grew up in such a mundane world, and I’m still getting used to the strange and unnatural.”  She waved her spoon in the air for emphasis.  ”Thousands of years old, huh?  You know, a lot of our friends are long-lived.  Look at me and Loki.  I’m 46 and he’s, like….a thousand and thirteen.”

[owleyed-one]

Esme giggled, taking a bite herself. She swallowed and then said, "Well to be honest I'm in the same boat. Ferdomar is actually 80 something." She shrugged, "I don't mind though." and then took another bite.  She put down her fork and picked up her glass again. "So how is stuff with you and Loki?" 

[memoirsofanaran-closed4evr]

He hadn’t expected himself to say something that insinuated anything, nor did he expect her to react to it. He watched her eyes drop momentarily, feeling his heart sink at what seemed to have been a bad choice; at least until she looked up again at his lips.

He leaned a bit abruptly to close in the remaining gap between their lips, and suddenly the same energy and emotion that he felt from their first kiss on the lake came in twice as powerful; feeling a sudden energy from her lips course through his entire body. His fingers felt tingly at the touch of her skin, goosebumps rising on his forearm. 

He pushed her in a little closer, his left hand pressing against her lower back, his thumb grazing against her waist and her shirt rising slightly; revealing her light skin to the cool air around them. 

[owleyed-one]

She shivered, though not with cold and tugged on his shirt a little, deepening the kiss. Gently she reached up, brushing her fingers along his jaw, and then upwards to tangle them loosely in his hair. 

Her face felt hot, and her heart was pounding, all her senses overwhelmed. She smiled into the kiss: The house, him, them, here, now. It was all falling into place….

[memoirsofanaran-closed4evr]

Ferd felt goosebumps rise as her hand touched his jaw and his hair. He felt her smile and nearly melted inside. He lowered his lips for moment to tug lightly at her bottom lip, before deepening the kiss again.

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[owleyed-one]

She read the question in his eyes and nodded, her heart rate rising. Every inch of her skin was tingling and felt-hyper sensitive to his touch.

She loved him more than anything else in the world.

She needed him.

As this thought ran clearly through her mind, she flushed again, almost ashamed. But how her body was starting to speak for her, and she pressed her lips to his jaw, starting to press kisses along and then down his neck, sucking on the skin very gently as she went.

[salt-and-feathers]

He shifted the wing out of the way„ behind himself, watching her quietly. “It’s fine. It’s good that you did, if you’d been much later-” He stopped, not finishing his sentence. “You.. why did you offer?”

[owleyed-one]

"I…"

She dropped her gaze to the glass in her hands.

"For Allie mostly I guess. We’ve…barely seen her since you left and-" she sighed. "and when we did she wasn’t really…herself. And then you came back and she was was so so happy but you were…dangerous…"

She gave a small shrug, still not looking at him. “I wanted to help.”

[salt-and-feathers]

He nodded. “Thank you. I… It kills me that I’m… like this.” He didn’t know where the sudden honesty was coming from, perhaps his release from the hunger, perhaps because he had no-one else to tell. “I just… I want to be normal for her, you know? To be… just her boyfriend, not a threat or… someone who has to be locked away from her.” He sighed.

[owleyed-one]

She looked up at him, trying to read his face. She felt drained, weak, and was still very pale.

"I know that. It hurts you both and-…yeah. That’s why I wanted to help." Because most of the time I have to stand by and watch.

Briefly she thought about trying to stand up, but just the idea made her head spin.

"We won’t tell anyone. But next time you need a…" she paused. a fix? "…y’know. Just come find me."

[cheryl1967-deactivated20200904]

Between Friends - Cheryl/Esme

[cheryl1967-deactivated20200904]

"Bowls, please," Cheryl replied brightly. "Hang on, I have grated cheese in the fridge." She fetched the cheese, leaving Esme to handle the bowls and spoons. "So Rien’s an island. Is the new house on this island? Are you going to be living with the penguins?" She flashed a friendly grin at Esme. "How about Kiva? Is Kiva moving in? She seems awfully serious about this Maha dude. What’s Maha like?"

[owleyed-one]

Esme shook her head, opening the cupboard to get the bowls. “The house is on the mainland, so the penguins won’t be living with us - although Kiva and Maha will be I think. If Kiva has agreed to it I mean.”

She started serving the rice into the bowls.

"Though I’m sure she will." She smiled. "Her and Maha are the cutest couple ever."

[cheryl1967-deactivated20200904]

Cheryl had set the table in the meantime. ”Tell me about Maha,” she said curiously. ”I mean, I know it’s none of my business, but…you know Kiva. We all kind of look at Kiva like our little sister. We sure don’t want anything bad to happen to her, you know?” She swirled the wine around in her glass a bit, watching it swirl.

[owleyed-one]

"He's...." She paused, trying to work how to describe him. "He's technically like, thousands of years old, but when he's with her he acts about 12." She grinned. "I guess he never really got to be a kid very much, and Kiva brings that side out in him." She dolloped some chilli on top of the rice and put the bowls on the table. "Him and Ferd have been friends for years. It's a bit of a love-hate relationship I think." She laughed. "It's funny, Ferd always says he's so grumpy but then Kiva shows up and he gets all cute."

[owleyed-one]

She flinched away from his touch, but could do no more to resist. To her surprise however, she felt a gentle warmth and the pain receded, leaving only a dull ache in its place.

As he fell back she tried to sit up a little straighter, and once again the world tilted dizzyingly….

[owleyed-one]

Esme took it from him with both hands and and drank gratefully. She downed half of it in one go before making herself stop and slow down.

She was very pale and clammy with sweat, but already any remaining pain was fading. After a few measured sips more, she looked up at him, "Thanks." Her eyes strayed to his singed feathers. "I’m…sorry if I hurt you."

[salt-and-feathers]

Salt and Feathers: Hunger

He shifted the wing out of the way,, behind himself, watching her quietly. "It's fine. It's good that you did, if you'd been much later-" He stopped, not finishing his sentence. "You.. why did you offer?"

[owleyed-one]

"I..."

She dropped her gaze to the glass in her hands.

"For Allie mostly I guess. We've...barely seen her since you left and-" she sighed. "and when we did she wasn't really...herself. And then you came back and she was was so so happy but you were...dangerous..."

She gave a small shrug, still not looking at him. "I wanted to help." 

[memoirsofanaran-closed4evr]

"I’m really happy you do." Ferd’s eyes seem to connect to Esme’s, not wandering off in another direction and hardly blinking. At her shift his hand moved from her stomach to her waist, lightly tugging her shirt before slipping underneath and rubbing her back.

"Well, since we have a house to ourselves…" His voice almost reluctant at his own words.  

[owleyed-one]

Esme flushed deeply at his words, dropping her eyes from his. She could feel her skin tingling at his touch and her fingers curled gently into his shirt almost without conscious thought.

After a few seconds silence her gaze rose to his lips and, her cheeks still flushed, she leant to kiss him.

[memoirsofanaran-closed4evr]

He hadn’t expected himself to say something that insinuated anything, nor did he expect her to react to it. He watched her eyes drop momentarily, feeling his heart sink at what seemed to have been a bad choice; at least until she looked up again at his lips.

He leaned a bit abruptly to close in the remaining gap between their lips, and suddenly the same energy and emotion that he felt from their first kiss on the lake came in twice as powerful; feeling a sudden energy from her lips course through his entire body. His fingers felt tingly at the touch of her skin, goosebumps rising on his forearm. 

He pushed her in a little closer, his left hand pressing against her lower back, his thumb grazing against her waist and her shirt rising slightly; revealing her light skin to the cool air around them. 

[owleyed-one]

She shivered, though not with cold and tugged on his shirt a little, deepening the kiss. Gently she reached up, brushing her fingers along his jaw, and then upwards to tangle them loosely in his hair. 

Her face felt hot, and her heart was pounding, all her senses overwhelmed. She smiled into the kiss: The house, him, them, here, now. It was all falling into place....

[today-is-tomorrows-yesterdayy]

[salt-and-feathers]

[owleyed-one]

She flinched away from his touch, but could do no more to resist. To her surprise however, she felt a gentle warmth and the pain receded, leaving only a dull ache in its place.

As he fell back she tried to sit up a little straighter, and once again the world tilted dizzyingly....

[owleyed-one]

Esme took it from him with both hands and and drank gratefully. She downed half of it in one go before making herself stop and slow down.

She was very pale and clammy with sweat, but already any remaining pain was fading. After a few measured sips more, she looked up at him, "Thanks." Her eyes strayed to his singed feathers. "I'm...sorry if I hurt you."

[salt-and-feathers]

[salt-and-feathers]

He inhaled, and was at her side in seconds, crouching over her, wings half open, protective of his prey. He pulled her arm towards him, the one not holding the...

[owleyed-one]

She flinched away from his touch, but could do no more to resist. To her surprise however, she felt a gentle warmth and the pain receded, leaving only a dull ache in its place.

As he fell back she tried to sit up a little straighter, and once again the world tilted dizzyingly. Her heart was pounding painfully fast. She needed food and water soon, or she would slip into unconsciousness.

[cheryl1967-deactivated20200904]

Between Friends - Cheryl/Esme

[cheryl1967-deactivated20200904]

"Definitely."  She took a glass and filled it with wine, passing the bottle to Esme.  "So tell me a little bit about this wonderful man of yours, my friend," she asked half-jokingly, leaning back against the counter and sipping the wine.  "I know he’s some kind of warrior, and that Kiva is in love with his friend Maha.  And something about talking penguins.  Beyond that, I’m in the dark."  She watched her friend over the rim of the wineglass.

[owleyed-one]

Esme laughed, filling her own glass. 

"It all sounds a bit crazy when you say it like that…" She took a sip and then walked over to check on the pot, bubbling on the stove. "He was a warrior, he works as an architect now. He and Maha have lived in Rien for the last decade or so. Rien is an island…just uh..a short way north of New York? - That’s where the talking penguins come in.”

She paused. looking round at Cheryl. “Bowls or plates?”

[cheryl1967-deactivated20200904]

"Bowls, please," Cheryl replied brightly.  "Hang on, I have grated cheese in the fridge."  She fetched the cheese, leaving Esme to handle the bowls and spoons.  "So Rien’s an island.  Is the new house on this island?  Are you going to be living with the penguins?"  She flashed a friendly grin at Esme.  "How about Kiva?  Is Kiva moving in?  She seems awfully serious about this Maha dude.  What’s Maha like?"

[owleyed-one]

Esme shook her head, opening the cupboard to get the bowls. "The house is on the mainland, so the penguins won't be living with us - although Kiva and Maha will be I think. If Kiva has agreed to it I mean."

She started serving the rice into the bowls.

"Though I'm sure she will." She smiled. "Her and Maha are the cutest couple ever."

[salt-and-feathers]

Hunger

[salt-and-feathers]

He inhaled, and was at her side in seconds, crouching over her, wings half open, protective of his prey. He pulled her arm towards him, the one not holding the straighteners, and sank his teeth into the thin skin at her elbow joint, drinking deeply. His nails dug into her arm, but he barely noticed, focused only on the sweet sating of his hunger that had driven him half-mad. He could feel the warmth radiating off her, hear her frightened heartbeat in his ears, intoxicating, and worried gently at the bite, increasing the flow of blood.

[owleyed-one]

Esme felt the fangs pierce her skin and gasped with pain. She shut her eyes, biting back a whimper. 

1…2…3…4…

He moved. Pain shot up her arm again, hot and acute, and she sucked her breath in through her teeth, forcing herself to keep counting.

5…6…..7…….8……..

[salt-and-feathers]

He crouched, drawing up his wings, enclosing her completely. The metallic, coppery taste on his tongue was a soothing calm, and his own heart slowed as hers fluttered frantically under her skin. His fingers had her arm hard enough to bruise, the angel desperately siphoning her lifeblood to stop the pain. He bit down again, opening the wound wider. It was clean, he wasted nothing. It wasn’t messy and hurried as it had been with Allie, but clinical and efficient.

He drew deeper gulps, tasting the bitter tang of adrenaline, feeling the ache of hunger fade.

[owleyed-one]

….9….10…

The room had started to spin, her whole head feeling too light, her vision tunnelling and her ears buzzing. Thoughts made slow, sluggish progress through her mind, seeping through her consciousness to register in her brain.

Her hands were slippery with sweat, her grip weak, but she still managed to lift the straighteners to hover just above the point he had indicated.

11….12…13….

A few more seconds and she could bear it no longer. Hardly able to feel her arm, she closed the gap between the ceramic plate and his wing, pressing it into his flesh.

[salt-and-feathers]

The pain was instantaneous and blinding, the heat intense, his entire being on fire. He jumped away and scrambled back, slumping to the floor and blacking out for a moment, his pain broadcasting to the room, a faint feeling of panic infecting anyone nearby.  

The feathers smoldered a little, and the smell of burnt feathers drifted over to Esme. He shifted, waking up a little, trying to clear his head.

[owleyed-one]

The straighteners dropped from her slack grip, hitting the carpet with a dull thud. For a split second panic made her feel nauseous and she leant forward, retching, the blood still flowing freely from her arm.

Head still down, she focused on her breathing, on drawing the air deep into her lungs. Slow, measured breaths. The dizziness subsided ever so slightly and, slowly, she was able to sit up. Leaning against the wall, eyes half closed, her free hand now went to her elbow, pressing on the wound in a weak attempt to stem the flow.

[sikanapanele-deactivated2018121]

[owleyed-one]

Her eyes fluttered closed briefly at the contact. She sighed happily and rolled onto her side to face him, propping her head up on one elbow, the other hand resting on his chest. 

"I love it, I really do." 

She grinned up at him, her eyes never leaving his.

[memoirsofanaran-closed4evr]

"I’m really happy you do." Ferd’s eyes seem to connect to Esme’s, not wandering off in another direction and hardly blinking. At her shift his hand moved from her stomach to her waist, lightly tugging her shirt before slipping underneath and rubbing her back.

"Well, since we have a house to ourselves…" His voice almost reluctant at his own words.  

[owleyed-one]

Esme flushed deeply at his words, dropping her eyes from his. She could feel her skin tingling at his touch and her fingers curled gently into his shirt almost without conscious thought.

After a few seconds silence her gaze rose to his lips and, her cheeks still flushed, she leant to kiss him.