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Who Wants To Live Forever? [OPEN]

Who: Diva (

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What: April Catchall & open prompts: Being a menace, as usual. Bridal gowns, bagged milk and maybe murder...
When: Throughout April
Where: Olympia's shopping district, The Redlight district, JJ's house...
Warning(s): Usual warnings for Diva. Will update if necessary. So far she hasn't done...anything too terrible.

CAN YOU HEAR THE BELLS

_{[Diva's not sure how long she's been staring at the pamphlet she was handed while walking aimlessly through Olympia's shopping district. The words SPRING BRIDAL SALE stare back at her in a golden font, the advertisement littered with pictures of various dresses and rings. The map drawn on the back of the pamphlet is simple enough that she's able to follow it to the boutique in question. She's been standing in front of the shop's display window for at least fifteen minutes now, not having budged an inch as she takes in the sight of a beautiful wedding gown. She seems completely taken with the sight of the dress, but there's something a bit somber about her expression. This was the kind of dress girls got to wear on their wedding day. It was a day she'd never really given much thought to, but now, with a dress like that before her, it's hard not to.

It's not a day she'll ever get to have, she thinks. She's not exactly marriage material, for a number of reasons. For one, she wasn't human. While that might not deter some it did make her pool of selection a bit more narrow. Then there was her immortality. The way she was now, destined to forever be youthful, would put a damper on things if her partner decided to grow old and die on her.

The prospect of living forever has never really bothered her before, mainly because it was never something that crossed her mind. Now though, as she stares at her own reflection in the window, the dress looming before her, it leaves her feeling somewhat uneasy. Lonely. Uncomfortable. A few steps and she brings herself closer to the glass to inspect her appearance. She pokes at her own fangs with a finger, suddenly conscious of how the tips like to peek out past her upper lip. Her nose is small and petit, in contrast to her big, bright blue eyes. From what Diva can tell, she looks like most other girls, even though she knows she's not. Fingers move from teeth to hair as she brushes them through the long, dark strands that fall past her hips. It'd be much easier to manage if she cut her hair, like Solomon had suggested, but she wouldn't ever do such a thing.

Besides, long hair was prettier.

Without realizing it, her nose is almost pressed to the glass of the window, as if doing so will help her get a better look at the dress in question. The longer she looks at it, the more disheartened she feels. She shouldn't care about something as silly as a wedding and yet...knowing she won't ever have one digs at her in a place she didn't realize existed.]}

It isn't fair...

_{[All girls are allowed to pine for romance, it seems, even a girl like Diva.]}

BAGGED MILK - CLOSED TO JJ'S CR/HOUSEMATES

_{[Really, she could've stayed at home in her own bed to sulk. Instead she's here, having snuck into JJ's bedroom through the window, taking refuge in the skater's bed without telling him beforehand. She's more or less burrito'd herself beneath the covers, some of her hair peeking out from underneath the covers.

Laying here, cocooned in sheets that smell like JJ, is comforting, even if he's nowhere to be found at the moment. It's better than being at home alone. It's something she's been thinking about a lot lately, ever since she found out Reign wasn't immortal and she'd relived the worst parts of her memories. Diva didn't have a problem with being alone, per say, but being lonely? It's not pleasant.

She hasn't bothered to close the door to JJ's room and so if one bothers to peek inside they might just see her burrito form. Alternatively, she might be spotted in the kitchen, barefoot and in a plain white dress, looking groggy and tired, pouring herself a glass of milk. Or at least that's what she had planned on doing. The milk JJ has in his fridge is in plastic bags, and rather than bothering to cut open a new bag and put it in the empty pitcher (who didn't replace the bag?), she opts to pierce the bag with her fangs instead, sucking the liquid out straight from said bag.

It's...definitely not the most lady like display, but she's determined to drink the whole damn thing. Why someone would have milk in bags rather than a carton or glass bottle she isn't sure, but she's not here to judge right now.]}

QUENCH YOUR THIRST

_{[She probably shouldn't be here. That's what other patrons in the bar keep telling her. That she's far too pretty or young to be in a scummy place like this. She looks too innocent, too out of place as she sits on a stool by the bar, thin legs dangling off the edge. With her dark hair, pale features and blue accented white dress, she sticks out like a sore thumb in the tavern filled with drunks, whores and criminals. Not that Diva seems to care much.

Surprisingly most people seem to give her space, even if they look at her funny. A man had earlier bought her a drink, a small glass of red wine she's currently still staring at. The reason she's here in the first place is because she's thirsty, but not for the red drink before her. She's too angry at Reign to go and demand he give her blood so she's here to hunt for her own meal. There were willing people in the Red Light district, she'd been told, who would readily give up their blood to sate a vampire's thirst. She still doesn't understand those people, but it doesn't hurt to try. After all, she had promised Keaton she'd try to not kill as much.

Who knows how long that'll last?

Maybe she ought to be more proactive and approach someone, but she doesn't feel very sociable either at the moment. Maybe she should just go to the back alley and pick some unlucky, drunken fool to dine on. That might be a better option. Swiveling a bit on her stool she calls out to whoever's closest to her, holding out her untouched drink.]}

Do you want this?

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...No.

_{[Is that what she really wanted?

No...not really.

Her tensed shoulders begin to sag as she drops into a squat, hugging her knees, the ends of her dress touching the cobblestones beneath her. Why did everything have to be so complicated? Why did nothing ever work out or end up the way she wanted it to?]}

But you're wrong, I won't be alone. I have Solomon...

_{[But Solomon kind of sucks. In multiple ways and for many reasons.]}

I thought maybe I could wear a dress like that someday. _{[Said dress being the one on display behind her.]} I shouldn't have been so foolish.

[ Reign sighed inwardly. Sometimes her actions reminded him that Diva was the girl who never got to experience what a normal girl should. Life had been cruel to Diva, and not at all fair to her.

He crouched down as well, arms wrapping around Diva's shoulder and pulling her close. They likely made an odd sight, not that Reign care. ]

Yeah, you have Solomon. And Amshel too when he wakes, right?

[ His embrace tightened just a bit. What Reign wouldn't give so he could be with Diva forever, or at least until some weird fate tore them apart. He pulled back and tilted Diva's face up with a finger to her chin, a small smile on his lips. ]

Who says you can't wear it? I'm still your bridegroom, aren't I? [ A tilt of his head, as he remembered a name Keaton had mentioned. ] Urm, JJ too, yes? Is his name really JJ?

It's his nickname. His full name is Jean Jacques Leroy...but that's long so he calls himself JJ instead.

_{[Honestly Diva doesn't really understand nicknames. Why would you need one when you already had three names to begin with? Maybe JJ was just greedy and wanted a fourth? Who knows.]}

JJ's my husband but he's not really my husband...it's just for fun, that's all. He'd never marry someone like me, even if he's kind to me.

_{[Reign may be smiling and she may be allowing the finger on her chin, but she's still rather pouty, if not disheartened.]}

You are, but that doesn't mean I can wear it.

So that's what it meant. [ It was certainly quite a mouthful, and JJ was easier to say anyway. Perhaps he should meet this JJ one day. ]

Anyone who deem you unworthy of having your hand in marriage is foolish.

[ However, from the sound of it, it seemed as if Diva didn't tell JJ much about her past, or the darker side of it. Reign didn't know how JJ would react to it. Did he know that Diva had a violent streak and ate humans? Then again, Diva wouldn't have chosen JJ as her husband if she didn't deem him worthy.

That pouty look really didn't suit Diva's pretty face. With a soft chuckle, Reign gently pinched her cheek. ]

Why not? There's nothing stopping you from wearing it. If you want, we can go in and try it on. I'll even wear a groom's suit for you.

[ But if there wasn't going to be a wedding, was it appropriate? What did Reign know about marriage anyway? The marriages in his world were all for the sake of politics and power. ]

_{[Reign's words are sweet. Perhaps too sweet even for her in this moment. In that case did that mean Reign would marry someone like her? He had agreed to be her Bridegroom after all...but maybe he'd just been entertaining her. Most people seem to be in the business of humouring her these days, rather than being serious about much of anything.]}

Perhaps...

_{[It isn't appropriate. What's the point of entertaining the idea of what it might be like to wear a wedding dress if she won't ever have one? Even so...she does want to try it on, especially if Reign is willing to play along with her for the moment.

What's the harm, right?

Moving to stand she stretches, snatching up Reign's hand with one of her own, tugging him toward the door. It's not hard to open and the saleswoman is eager to usher them inside. She'd seen Diva eyeing the dress from the window and is more than happy to push her toward a dressing room with a garment in her size for her to try on.

With Diva locked away with her dress, the saleswoman decides to turn her sights onto Reign, offering him various suits to try on. What a charming couple, she coos, giving Reign a look over from top to bottom herself, liking what she sees. Have you been together long? Your fiancée is quite a beauty.]}

[ How would Diva react if Reign suggested a one-day-wedding, instead of a bond for eternity (till death do they part)? Diva was already displeased with the fact that Reign left out that little detail about his mortality despite being a vampire.

But Reign didn't get much of a chance to says anything else when Diva grabbed him and tugged him into the store, her strength surprising even him despite her small size.

No harm in trying! ]

Take your time, Your Majesty. You don't want to rush this.

[ And suddenly the limelight was on Reign when the saleswoman showed him the selection of suits, finding himself blushing in the way she looked at him. ]

Ah... We've known each other a few months now. She's beautiful, isn't she?

[ Reign couldn't help smiling as he glanced towards the area where Diva was trying on the bridal dress, before turning his attention back to picking a suit to match Diva's. In the end, he picked one that hopefully Diva would find tasteful and match her gown. ]

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A few months? Is that so. You must truly be in love if you've decided to get hitched so soon! That or you're afraid someone might snatch her up on you, she is a beauty.

_{[Awkward. It's not like the shopkeeper is wrong. It would seem to someone on the outside that they were rushing into things, even if there wasn't anything truly there to rush into in the first place.

Meanwhile, Diva's managed to wriggle herself into the dress, before the owner realizes she might need some help zipping up the back. Off the gossipy woman goes, and when Diva does emerge she's dressed splendidly. The last, final touch of course, is a veil, which the lady decides to place over her as soon as she steps out. Cooing and praising herself on a job well done, the shop owner pushes her in Regin's direction to go show off.

It'd be a lie to say she doesn't feel somewhat shy - she does - and that feeling is what has her glancing up at Reign timidly for once, eyeing his gilded choice of suit. She approves.]}

...What do you think?

[ Reign's cheeks turned even redder at the saleswoman's implication. It wasn't that he didn't love Diva, or was in love with her, but their relationship was a rather complicated one. All Reign could do was smile sheepishly and shrug, leaving the saleswoman to her imagination as she went to help Diva with the bridal dress.

As for Reign, he headed off to the dressing room just off to the side to change into his suit. Even from here, he could hear the saleswoman's praise over how pretty Diva was, stepping out just as Diva walked towards him.

For once, Reign was struck speechless by the sight standing before him. He knew Diva was a beautiful young lady, but to see her in the wedding dress, looking demure and shy, put her in a different light.

He took one step forward and bent his knee, one hand reaching out to take Diva's in his and kissed the back of it. ]

Stunning beyond words, Your Majesty.

[ Reign's voice came out in a soft awe as he smiled up at his Queen. ]

_{[It's definitely a different look for her. Right now she looks the part of the blushing, virginal bride in white, her fair features and dark hair making her look even more doll-like than she usually does. When he bends on a knee to kiss her knuckles there's an awkward twist in her gut, her gaze shifting off to the side for a moment. Maybe her breakfast wasn't sitting well with her? Who knows.

Stunning, he'd said. Did he really think so?]}

You look nice in gold...

_{[She's muttering, but the compliment is genuine. He does look good. Better than she'd thought.]}

[ Reign honestly thought Diva was the prettiest, cutest, and most stunning lady ever ~~on Nysa~~. Sure, there were probably other women who could match Diva's beauty, but Diva was Diva, and she had her own unique qualities.

No others could match up to her.

Reign blushed lightly at her compliment, his smile turning a bit shy as well. He stood and gently pressed his lips to her cheek through the veil. ]

Thank you, my Queen.

[ Was this what it was like for couples who were getting married? His parents certainly didn't have that kind of affection or relationship between each other. He may not be in love with Diva, but he definitely cared about Diva. Not just as a fellow vampire, but as someone he treasured.

The saleswoman interrupted them with a cough, grinning as she suggested that they take some wedding photos. After all, the store had its own studio as well. So, why not? ]

What do you think, Your Majesty. Should we?

_{[The kiss to her cheek has her raising a hand to cover it out of surprise, an unexpected warmth suddenly rising to it. A kiss to her knuckles? Sure. But to her cheek? When was the last time anyone had dared to do such a thing? She really can't recall.

It's not like Diva's notion of a functioning, happily married couple is any better than Reign's. Even so, she naturally has a craving for affection. Whether or not she's truly capable of being in love with someone is up for debate - it's not as if she's in love with Reign. Even so, he gives her the attention she wants and indulges her without question. It's nice to have someone more agreeable around when your forever company is Solomon.]}

Take a picture?

_{[Well...why not?]}

There's no harm in it. I'd like to try.

[ Awww, that was a cute blush on Diva. Knowing that Diva rarely received such affections only made Reign want to shower them on her, even if it may not be romantic love. After all, love comes in many form, no?

With Diva's agreement, the saleswoman cheerfully led them towards the back of the store where there was a small area for wedding photography that included a varied backdrop, a couch, and many more decors that they could use. ]

Well now, don't just stand there, lovebirds. Show me a few sweet poses.

[ Reign hoped he was doing it right as he wrapped his arms around Diva's waist, while the saleswoman grabbed a bouquet of flowers for Diva to hold. ]

What would Solomon thinks if he sees us.

[ He asked Diva in a hushed whisper, curious and nervous at the same time. ]

_{[She takes the bouquet of roses offered to her, a look of surprise on her face before she's pushing her face right into them excitedly. They smell wonderful and look equally as pretty. There's no fuss as she stands for the picture, a smile on her lips.

The lady seems to want them to be creative, but Diva's distracted by whispered question. What would Solomon think? That's right, she'd have to get his opinion. Whipping out her phone she snaps a quick picture of the two of them before sending it her Chevalier's way.]}

He might think he has to kill you now.

_{[She's not joking either.]}

He's weird sometimes. Moody. You don't have to worry though, I won't let him.

[ Reign's question had mostly been rhetoric, and thus he didn't expect Diva to take out her phone to take a selfie of the both of them. His jaw unhinged, mildly taken aback. ]

He... would. Wouldn't he?

[ Diva certainly wasn't one to lie either. Reign was so dead. But that didn't stop him from taking out his own phone and snapping a picture of them before sending it to Shell. What would Shell think as well? Too late to regret now! ]

Mmhm, if you say so. I rather not die before my time is up.

[ Besides, he didn't want Diva to be saddened by his untimely death. Either way, the saleswoman was getting a bit impatient by their chattering and selfie-taking, urging them to pose nicely and smile. ]

You'll be fine.

_{[Trust her, okay? Anyway, that's enough of that. Diva's more than ready it seems to have her photo taken and so she moves in closer to hold onto Reign, flowers moved to one hand as she gives the saleswoman a big, fanged grin.]}

I won't let you die, Reign!

If Your Majesty say so, then I'm sure I'll be fine.

[ After all, Reign saw no reason for Diva to lie to him. And thus he smiled at the camera as well, two fanged vampires seemingly in the throes of love (in the eyes of the saleswoman, who was happily snapping away). ]

Marvellous! Beautiful! Yes, yes, that's it. Show me more. Young man, give your bride a kiss!

[ Of course, Reign likely wasn't going to kiss Diva the way the saleswoman expected, instead carefully lifting the veil to press his lips to Diva's cheek. ]

_{[He'll be fine, if only because the fit Diva would throw would be so incredible Solomon probably would rather not deal with it.

She finds herself suddenly being kissed on the cheek again, and while that's nice, it's not the kind of kiss she expects their photographer wants. Whether Reign wants it or not, Diva's hands soon find both his cheeks, the flowers dropping to the floor as she moves to press her own kiss, right to his lips.]}

[ Reign had no idea what Diva was planning to do next when she dropped the bouquet of flowers and reached out for him. He opened his mouth, wanting to say something about the roses.

Only to feel Diva's warm lips smack dab on his. Reign's eyes widened and the ecstatic cheer from the saleswoman, clearly edging them on for more.

This was definitely not what Reign expected. At all.

When he pull back, Reign's cheeks were beet red, one hand raised to touch his lips, looking like a blushing virgin who had never kiss before. ]

D-Diva...

_{[Oh wow...that's some level of blush going on right there. He's really, really red. Diva herself though doesn't seem too embarrassed, not like how she was the first time he had kissed her cheek...probably because this had been asked for.]}

Are you shy Reign? You don't have to be.

[ Diva was teasing him now, wasn't she? Even the saleswoman was snickering from behind the camera. ]

I'm not shy. No, it's just... I've never kiss before.

A girl! I mean. I've never kiss a girl before.

[ Shell was, unsurprisingly, Reign's first kiss. And a guy to boot. That said much about his prior experiences. ]

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Oh, really?

_{[She's a little surprised at that...but also not at the same time.]}

I can't say I have either.

_[Yolo.]

Is that so...?

[ That shouldn't be surprising, considering Diva's lack of experience with intimate gestures. There was so much for her to learn, for Reign to teach her, if she would let him.

Or perhaps that should be left in the hands of Solomon instead? Who knows.

Except the saleswoman decided to speak up again. ]

Now, now, lovebirds. If I could have the both of your kiss one more time? I didn't manage to get a picture of that.

[ Oh dear... Reign looked a bit lost. He looked down at Diva. Should they kiss again? Maybe a chaste kiss on the lips? ]

_{[Reign might look a bit lost, but Diva seems to feel right at home. Maybe he isn't sure whether or not it's okay to kiss her but she sees no reason to hesitate.]}

Ready?

_{[Well Reign, are you going to kiss the girl or is she going to have to take matters into her own hands?]}

[ Cue "The Little Mermaid" theme. ]

Urm... Okay...?

[ Reign would tilt Diva's chin up slightly with a finger as he leaned down, gently pressing his lips to hers. It was as chaste as it could be, but Diva would be able to feel the warmth of Reign's lips.

If the saleswoman was hoping to see some tongue-action, she'll be disappointed. Because Reign's kiss was going to be the most innocent type ever.

Hope Diva wouldn't mind either.

~~Also, what Reign was doing now would be a more gentler and lighter version of this icon.~~ ]

_{[It's not a very exciting kiss, but Diva's not really expecting much either. The contact is warm and comfortable enough that she enjoys it for what it is. Really though, more than anything, she likes the attention the saleswoman is giving her. She feels a bit like an actress playing some part, posing for the camera. It's fun.

The sound of the shutter closing reaches her ears before it's time to part ways once more and Diva, triumphant, sets her hands on her hips.]}

We did it!

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