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When she said she didn't want him to stop, he felt like all of his self-control was slipping away in that moment. If there wasn't for her but following, he probably would have already clashed his lips against hers without much thinking. It waas actually frightening to realize he could easily lose control when it came to her, that wasn't the case before. But Dario from before wouldn't punch a guy for wanting to kiss her, or would want to kiss her himself, because as she said, they were friends.
A lot was at stake, there was a reason why he never mixed bodily pleasure with his friends group. But obviously a lot has changed, Maeve, him, what they felt - or what he was realizing he was feeling for her. "I don't regret things I say or do."he said with a light shrug and a chuckle, he was quite stubborn and loud, his Italian heritage often coming out, but he meant it. "Are you sure? Because if you let me kiss you, I might lose my control and we'll never be able to take it back."he huffed, but still held her close as his hand came up to cup her face, thumb brushing over the few freckles on her cheek.
She had to laugh softly, too, at his proclamation that he didn't regret things. That was such a Dario thing to say, bold and easy and sure. It helped break the tension. Maeve was reminded of who this was. She'd been reminding herself over and over that this was the man who could have anyone he wanted and that it was impossible, but she saw her best friend in that moment. He was the safest place she knew. She just needed a few seconds to realize that they wanted the same thing and to actually let herself want him after burying the feeling for so long.
Her face warmed when he mentioned kissing her and losing control. She wasn't bothered by the reaction this time though. She just grinned up at him and leaned her blushing cheek into his palm. "Maybe I don't want to take it back. I'm not a coward." Maeve teased, finally feeling completely at ease again for the first time since he'd thrown that initial punch. With her nerves settled and the agreement hanging in the air between them, she was the one who moved first. She lifted a hand to the back of Dario's neck and pulled him down to her. Pressing her lips to his felt like the most natural thing in the world.
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He wanted to argue that, her making a fool out of herself, but Dario stopped himself - he was aware two of them were different and worked in different ways, and while he might have pushed if furhter if roles were reversed, he could also understand why she wouldn't, at least not before. "I never saw you like one. Nor I ever will."he added to it. "If anyone makes a fool out of themselves between us, it's always me."he huffed, and looked at his hand and red knuckles from punching that asshole.
And then she threw a ball into his corner. All of it was true, Dario never showed interest, they were just friends, she was his little Maeve, the shy girl who was always around and easy to talk to. The only girl he never tried anything with. And the girl he wanted everything with right now. Her question at the end made him chuckle and he tool the liberty in stepping towards her. "I think I am, yes. Maybe I'm not doing it good enough, it's been a long night."he mused, and let his hand find it's way to her waist, keeping her close. "Maybe it's hard to navigate through it right now, because things changed, something changed... You, me, everything. And if you want me to stop, you need to say something right now."Dario noted as he pulled her back into him. "Before I show you your social and love life is far from over."
The second the question left her mouth, she wanted to take it back. She froze completely, not even breathing as the panic short circuited her brain for a moment. It had been a while since she'd just let something out like that. Maeve wasn't so clumsy anymore, verbally or physically. If some stupid slip of the tongue took their friendship off course, she would never forgive herself. Because there was no way he was showing interest in her, and she really needed to throttle that hope into silence. She'd done it so effectively years ago that it had been all but gone. She hadn't thought about Dario like that. Once she'd grown into herself and started getting more attention from men, she hadn't even wished they were him.
Finally moving when he confirmed what she was so convinced was impossible absolutely was happening, it was just her brows pinching in confusion. She was imagining it or just mistaking his meaning. There was no other explanation. Maeve didn't question how desirable she was now. She was plenty confident in how she looked now. She knew that she was smart and funny and fun to be around, but it was Dario. He'd never wanted her like that. Even as he pulled her back, she was trying to reframe what he meant just to make sense of it. The meaning seemed pretty clear though.
"I don't want you to stop." She finally confessed once she'd wrapped her mind around it. Her hands lifted to his chest, applying just enough pressure to keep him from moving in further rather than pushing him away entirely. "But we- we're friends." As if he didn't know already. "If we do anything, we can't take it back. I don't want you to regret it, or..." or for anything to happen to the friendship she cherished so deeply. "Are you sure?"
It was true that Elijah had kept her waiting. He’d encountered her soon after she’d been turned, maybe a year or two into her immortal existence. She’d intrigued him back then. Every vampire the man had encountered before her had been centuries old, no younger than a hundred years. But she was the first newborn vampire he’d ever encountered. Not weighed down by centuries of existence. He’d taken to her in a way that he’d never done with another. Be they mortal or otherwise. That had made him feel something rare for a man who could not die. Fear. Fear that his developing feelings for her might lead to a greater pain than he’d ever known. Losing someone he loved. So he’d taken the easy way out. Left before his heart could be broken.
He’d lived with the regret of that decision for the last few decades. “I understand that, Sunday. I know I should have ensured our paths never crossed again. But… I was curious. Curious to see what you would do with the life immortality has gifted you. Has it been what you hoped for? Have you achieved what you dreamed of and more?”
Sunday's face remained expressionless as he spoke, busying herself by clearing glasses from the bar top and wiping it down like it was just another day at work. Because it was for her. She wasn't about to let Elijah throw her off again. He'd already taken up time and space in her life. He'd chosen to remove himself from it, so she'd let him. She'd made him a stranger in her mind. During her mortal life, her ability to detach had always been a source of contention. It had made others uncomfortable, but it had proven valuable in her immortality. She'd left that life behind with as much ease as Elijah had left her.
She didn't even react when he asked about that immortality. It was a quiet night in an empty bar that was about to close, and it wasn't like she needed to keep the secret from him. "Immortality was never about dreams for me. It was about survival. You know that." She'd opened up to him that much, at least, told him about watching her mother fall apart at the hands of a disease that she was all too likely to inherit. Finding a vampire to turn her had saved her from that grim fate. "What about you?" She asked casually as she set a glass down and poured him a drink without asking his order. "All your dreams come true?"
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"I know - but it doesn't hurt to hear you say it."he mused. He was pushing the boundaries, very much aware of it, but instead of keeping his mouth shut he was running it like there was no tomorrow. Seeing her eyes grow onto him in shock from his words, Dario wanted to tighten the hold onto her but he was also afraid of making her feel uncomfortable. His brows did furrow when she mentioned how the original, himself, was never an option. And sure, they've been friends since he could remember and he was the popular kid who played sports and changed girls whenever he pleased. And she was always there, the honest, trusting friend, and no matter how many people he met through life, no one could replace Maeve and he always found his way back to her. "I never said you're delusional."he shook his head and let go off her as she wiggled herself from his arms. "You assume the original was never an option and yet, you haven't asked me."he mused with a slightly arched brow. "You know, if I like you like that."he said, the way she obviously did like him.
Her stomach twisted. "Why would I ask?" She hissed as she took a step back. "I'm not trying to make a fool of myself." Maybe if they'd just met recently, maybe if this version of her was all he'd known, the thought of him feeling anything other than friendship wouldn't seem so absurd. Dario had never looked at her like he'd looked at other girls though. At the end of the day, she'd been okay with it. She got to keep him. None of the others did. They were constant, and she couldn't deny that she feared losing that. Maeve knew that if she'd asked and he'd inevitably had to reject her, their friendship would be scarred by it. It was too high a price to pay when she already knew what the answer was.
But now he was pushing her, and she didn't know how to explain herself without also giving herself away. "And it's not like you ever gave me a reason to," she continued, turning it back on him. "You never looked at me like that, and I'm not mad at you for that. I get it. You've always had options. You just...didn't give me a reason. You never showed any interest." She paused. That stupid little spark of hope lit in her chest. She tried to smother it instantly. It persisted though, and Maeve let the question slip before she could even think to stop it. "Is that...is that what you're doing now?"
every vein had been set ablaze, light that felt like liquid gold flowing through him and creating a bridge between them. he could feel her breath, the way it swelled in their chests, heartbeats in sync. euphoria followed the tingling sensation where their skin touched together. lips crushed, and angel wondered if he would be burned from the inside out. though his eyes were closed as he lost himself in her, her magic, the bubble of light that held them tightly in an embrace of warm stillness.
a small whimper escaped when she stopped him, brown eyes glittering with flecked fire and glowing with desire. even his hair glimmered, reflecting and shining from his thick curls. " eden... " he breathed out, hands in her hair and stroking against the back of her scalp with gentle nails. every sliver of distance felt like a weakness, a quiver in the light when they parted. though angel felt it was coming from inside, the way every part of him had come alive and his heart pounded, but he knew this was all her.
she was an angel. in the flesh, there, in his arms, staring at him with a new sort of determination. " i want to- you own me-" they were kissing before he could promise himself to her. he'd etch her name into his bones so that his soul would be sworn to her. despite the rules- despite the teachings- but the rules-
" you'd risk that for me? " he gasped with a hoarse whisper between frantic kisses. " please, keep me. have me. devour me. "
You own me. The words reminded her of the final induction rite that was waiting for him. Once a new member was deemed ready by her mother, her father would finally show his face to claim their soul and mark them as his. Eden'd never had to. Being Melkor's child, she was already viewed as an extension of him. She'd been raised as his proxy in this world. Her loyalty to him was assumed, and it was genuine. She believed in what they were doing, but the thought of seeing his sigil on Angel made her stomach turn.
Eden clung tighter to him then, arching away from the wall to press closer and winding her arms around his neck. She hadn't thought of it before- what it would be like when Angel's soul was handed off to her father. He wouldn't be able to share in her light anymore. There would be a distance between them that wouldn't always be physical but would be felt deeply nonetheless. In that moment, she knew that she'd risk a lot more for him. He was hers. Whatever she had to do to make it stay that way, she would do.
"I don't want him to take you from me." She confessed against his lips, her voice a whisper matching his. When she took his face in his hands and kissed him again, there was an edge of fear in it and a soft whine in the back of her throat. "Would you really let me keep you instead?"
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He wanted to say that it wasn't like that, that there were certainly good options out there. But then he stopped himself, not wanting to voice out his thoughts that might push her towards trying to hook up with someone. Dario slapped himself mentally, what the fuck was he doing? He had no claim on her, either, but what he was doing or thinking said otherwise.
When she grinned, he relaxed a little, Maeve had the kind of smile that could really light up the room. Her question made him arch his brow and chuckle. "Maeve, did you just say you like me?"Dario teased lightly but his arms around her held her in place in case she starts to panic and wants to pull away, he needed to look into her eyes right now. "And why clone me when you have the original right here?"he challenged, dipping into dangerous territory that could easy backfire Still, his hand ran up her spine and to the shoulder, slid across her neck and reached the side of her face where he pushed the red streaks of hair behind her ear.
"Wha- of course I like you. You know that." She replied, choosing to ignore any connotations of the word 'like' that weren't platonic. Regardless, it didn't seem like a strong enough word, never had. Dario had been her favorite person for as long as she could remember. As much as she had changed, her affection for him hadn't. Maybe it had taken on different meanings here and there. Maybe she'd had to redirect it. She'd had to rein it in to make sure their friendship endured, but she couldn't recall a time when it hadn't been present.
And his next question paired with the sudden intimacy of his touch sent it running wild. Maeve took a sharp breath, her fingers reflexively gripping at the back of his shirt. She could feel her cheeks warming. If anyone was going to throw off this much more sure version of her, it was going to be him. Her eyes were wide as they held his. She told herself that he was just joking. He had to be, and she had to remind herself of it. Years of work squashing that damned crush were starting to unravel just from a simple question. "The original's never been an option." She answered quieter than she meant to. "I'm not delusional." She forced out a laugh in a failed attempt at sounding nonchalant, pulling her arms back to press against his chest in another failed attempt, this time at detangling herself from him. "At least we could train your clone."
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