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Remember me, once in a while (OPEN)

Who: Diva (

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What: Diva finally realizes two of her favourite humans (JJ ~~her husband~~ and Eggsy) have fallen back asleep. She's throwing a fit(?) over it...because what is normal, functional coping???
When: Mid-August
Where: Olympia
Warning(s): Small vampire queen throwing a tantrum. Uhh...blood/gore...eating her feelings...yeah. She's a vampire, after all! Will be updated if need be.

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_{[It's funny, just how much she cares.

Perhaps that's why she's so furious, more so at herself than the fact two of her favourite humans had been put back to sleep. At first she'd found it odd that neither of them had wished her a happy birthday or hadn't bothered to attend. Sure, she only half thought (half-hoped, really) that JJ would've shown his face at her party but at least Eggsy would've. He'd seen what she was capable of, the true height of her ferocity and carnage and he hadn't been afraid of her.

JJ had though, understandably. She can't fault him for that...but she can find fault in everything else, including herself. Just when she thinks she has things figured out she's hit with a setback, a blunt, honest reminder of what she is and that at the end of the day she's just trying to play a part and fit in. Even then she's not doing a very good job of it. Sure, the natives don't seem to mind her fangs and those who don't know about her diet pay her no heed...but eventually the end seems to be the same. Some are frightened or they leave her side.

Why did she have to care?

It was so much easier when she saw humans as food and nothing more - completely and utterly beneath her. Sure, there were a few brilliant ones she could appreciate, like those great musicians and composers who penned the pieces of music she was so fond of. Sure, she wouldn't deny the triumphs or accomplishments of the human race, but she sure as hell was jealous of them.

Perhaps it wasn't so much jealousy anymore that she held. That feeling had waned when she'd found herself here on a new planet with new opportunities and chances. If anything the prevailing feeling now was one of loneliness if not fear. A fear that stemmed from not wanting to be lonely in the first place.

People are still in the process of cleaning up Olympia, of building things back up to their original splendor. It'll take some time and so a little more disorder here and there will go unnoticed. At her feet is a pile of rubble, stones from various buildings that may or may not be left standing anymore. Her target is across from her - a lone standing brick wall - that she's decided to whip the rubble at, watching with a blank, muted expression as pieces of debris goes flying. Her hands are dirty from digging around, her white dress equally stained. She doesn't care though, she never has. After all, she's always a mess. Part of her wonders if it would be satisfying to throw one of her makeshift projectiles at someone's head, just to see what would happen...but she sticks to her wall instead. It's best to steer clear of her path, lest you end up an unfortunate victim of a flick of her wrist gone wrong.]}

EATING YOUR FEELINGS

_{[She hadn't meant to kill him.

Having lead a man she'd picked up wandering about the Red Light district to the outskirts of the forest, Diva had drunk her willing victim dry. He had struggled, of course, once he realized her appetite wasn't going to be sated by a single sip, but his fetish had turned into a living nightmare far too quickly for him to act against her. (Not that he'd ever have a chance in Hell in the first place.)

It's not that she feels sad for him that she finds herself crying, mouth bloody as she sits under a tree, back up against a sturdy trunk. The body of the nameless man is nowhere to be found - she'd gotten rid of it (read: tossed it up into the higher branches of another tree for scavengers to finish off). All that's left is one of the man's humerus bones, stripped of flesh and currently being stress-gnawed on. Her knees are tucked close to her chest, her long, black hair pooled around her. Hadn't she promised Cain that she'd try to do better? That she wouldn't let her instincts get the best of her? This is exactly the kind of macabre behaviour she'd tried to mask from JJ in the first place, only for him to get a front seat to a horror show of complete and utter carnage.

But what does it really matter? Human lives were so fleeting to begin with.

She's somewhat tucked away in the trees but not far enough away that it isn't impossible to stumble upon her as she sniffles and chews. If you do though it's best to err on the side of caution. She could very well still be hungry, especially when she's essentially just eating her feelings at this point.]}

GOING BATTY

_{[It's late. Diva should be in her nightgown and tucked away in bed. Is she? Of course not. Instead she can be found climbing the wreckage that hasn't been cleared away, hopping from rooftop to rooftop, only to dangle herself dangerously off the edge of a roof of what appears to be a small, now hollowed out chapel. She's sitting at least while her legs hang over, swinging carelessly, bare heels whacking against the brick. She's people watching, not really caring whether or not she's seen. Of course, the sight of a girl who looks like she just might push herself willingly off the edge of a roof is cause for concern to anyone who might spot her, but she seems content to stay put in place.

From up here things look different. Not just literally, of course, but for now that's what she's focused on. Her new perspective has her pointing to the ground if you pass by beneath her. She may be more akin to a demon in nature but in this particular moment she may act like your guardian angel.]}

Watch out for the hole to your left-! The ground'll swallow you up if you fall down there.

_{[She's already seen it happen to a few unfortunate animals earlier on when the sun had begun to set. She knows what she's talking about.]}

WILDCARD

_{[I'm down to do a personalized starter or leave me something and I'll roll with it!]}

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[He can tell he's disappointed her in spite of his best intentions, but he didn't want to lie to her. At least this way she didn't waste her money - and if she decides the collar is no good, it can go. Fortunately, she at least seems to appreciate the way it looks.]

Really? Thank you.

[Ohhh, he looks better than Chuuya! (That's not what she said...) Nice.]

_{[Well...in her opinion she thinks he's cuter than Chuuya. Chuuya can't grow a tail or fangs, after all.

It's easy to hang off him like this. She's had years of experience doing so with Amshel, only he was quick to always return the embrace or comfort her. It isn't that Atsushi won't do the same, but their relationship is different.

Amshel wasn't lover material, for better or worse. (Definitely the former.)

Cocking her head to the side she regards him quietly, taking a moment to recommit his features to memory - the little brade, the slope of his nose and the two toned color of his eyes...they're all nice things. Pleasant things.

She tightens her hold around his waist, just a little.]}

Hey Atsushi...do you think I'm a desirable person?

_{[Not a good person but at the very least one that could be wanted by many. The slope of her nose and shade of her eyes was pretty too, after all...but did it make up for the other flaws she had? And really, there were many...]}

[True, Atsushi is infinitely preferable for vampires with a cat boy fetish. But how many of those are there??

Atsushi's eyebrows move up at her question. Somehow, he didn't see that coming.]

I do...? You're very pretty, and -...

[Speaking without thinking, he almost says something kind of embarrassing. But then, why not say it? They're lovers, after all.]

Well... you feel nice.

[Being lovers doesn't mean his face can't suddenly resemble a lobster, it seems.]

_{[His answer seems to be good enough for her, for she responds in turn with a small smile, setting her chin against his chest to peer up at his flushed face.

She knows she's pretty but to hear that she feels nice well...feels nice to her.]}

You know, you can ask things of me, right? You can be greedy with me.

[With her leaning against his chest, he reaches up to cup the back of her head, even if the move is hesitant rather than smooth. He really does enjoy feeling her...]

I know. [It just feels weird to be greedy - and not in a good way. Sometimes it's nice just to know that he can ask something if he needs to, rather than actually asking.

Still...] Should we -..?

[It's about that time that the kettle starts shrieking in a way that feels absolutely painful after this quiet, tender moment. So much for the tea.]

_{[They're having a moment Diva's enjoying, a sweet and tender one, before the shrill sound of the kettle has her tensing all of a sudden. There's a desire to smack said kettle off the stove but she doesnt, opting to reluctantly pull away from Atsushi so he can deal with the problem she had initially caused.

She had asked for tea, after all.]}

We should...if you want to. _{[The answer comes easy enough, as she dusts the remnants of cookie crumbs from her fingers against the skirt of her dress.]} I'd rather you than tea.

[He hates breaking away, but he does so anyway, rushing to take the kettle off the fire. He looks over his shoulder at what she says, though, his eyes wide. She likes him... better than tea?

THAT'S SO CUTE! He's a little overwhelmed at how loved it makes him feel. Not that he doubted she liked him, but hearing it like this is still -... he doesn't think he'll ever get used to it.]

... Me, too. I mean: you!

[He moves back to her as fast as he reasonably can, and while he doesn't quite know how to start, he decides that taking her by the hand is good enough, to begin with.]

Let's go upstairs.

_{[She can't help but laugh a little under her breath at his wide-eyed expression. It leaves her with a small smile tugging at her lips when he does return to her side, scooping up her hand in his. It's easy, she finds, to lace fingers and press palms together. His hand is warm and comforting, bigger than hers but not enough to engulf it.

Upstairs sounds like a good idea, even if Diva doesn't exactly care where they decide to go in the house. She has very little shame, of course, but for Atsushi's sake his suggestion is one she'll agree to. Besides, it's not like his room is uncomfortable to lounge in.

Up the steps they go, each one met with a bit of spring in her step. She could rush them all at once and drag him with her but it's nice to match his pace. It's nice to be lead, if only because it doesn't require too much thinking on her part.]}

[And lead, he does - surprisingly well, considering his tendency to chicken out on anything remotely dominant. But it's nice, like this: just being together, holding hands, and going at a pace that seems predestined for both of them. He sets the pace, she follows, and it makes him stupidly happy, somehow.

It makes him stupidly happy, just being together like this.

Upstairs, his bedroom is close to the stairs, and he holds open the door for her like a would-be gentleman, though his other hand keeps holding hers. He's not ready to let go just yet.]

_{[It's easy enough to climb the steps and follow his lead, enjoying the feel of his fingers entwined with hers. When they make it to his room she can't help but smile when he holds the door for her. If he's thinking of letting go once they're inside though he's got another thing coming to him, for she'll tug him in with her.]}

You're quite the gentleman, Atsushi.

[He wasn't planning on letting go at all - or maybe just to close the door... but that's exaggerated anyway, probably. (No, please don't let everyone hear...) Diva's tug catches him off-guard, and he stumbles in after her, giving the door a pull on the way just because his mind is still on closing it and he can't process doing two things at once, it seems: it takes a moment for him to let go of the door knob.

He's a little relieved when he hears the door closing behind him, even if it's as much a lucky accident as anything.]

You think so?

[He smiles, a little embarrassed - but not in a bad way. He tries! Whatever else happens, he does try.]

Then, what should a gentleman do next? Maybe -...

[Help her take her clothes off? That seems legit. He's honestly not sure a gentleman would be doing any of this, but just now, he can't bring himself to care. Instead, he reaches out to - very carefully - take Diva's clothes off for her.]

_{[She's not unused to being undressed.

Sure, the context in the past has always been different - to peel her out of dirty garments or fabric caked with blood and to throw her in a bath. It's only been a handful of times now she's been undressed with another goal in mind and as she lets her limbs hang loose, lifting her arms above her head when needed so he can slip her free from her dress. Her hair ends up tousled when she finds herself bare, smoothing it down with her hands and adjusting it so the long strands fall over her front. She never really wears much beneath her clothes, having forgone a bra and only leaving panties as the last garment on display. Hopefully Atsushi is more conscious of the state of her dress and decides to fold it up and put it somewhere, otherwise it'll end up tossed onto the floor if she gets a hold of it.

What should a gentleman do? It's not like she's an expert, although she has had etiquette lessons in the past. Of course all these lessons came a little too late in life to leave a lasting mark, but that doesn't mean she doesn't remember a few things. What she does remember is that a gentleman is supposed to be gentle and kind, to treat a lady as if she's God's gift to man. Diva may not be God's gift to man (if anything, she's more akin to a gift from down below rather than Heaven) but her charms have been enough she's had numerous men at her feet ready to serve her over the years.

Atsushi though? He's different from all of that. Probably because on some level he can relate to her. She can relate to him, at least. Outcasts had to stick together, after all. The more she ponders it all the more the fond feeling in her chest grows as she reaches out to settle her hands on his shoulders. They haven't even done anything yet and she feels pretty content.]}

[There she is, almost naked, and Atsushi can help but stare a bit, in absolute awe. He wonders if people get used to seeing this sort of thing. He doesn't think he ever will, nor does he want to. Much like good food, a beautiful sight never stops being satisfying, either.

He's distracted for a bit, but if she tries to take her dress, he'll protest and put it away neatly - or close enough, folded carefully over a chair. With Daifuku elsewhere, it should be safe like this.

Well... He should probably follow ~~birthday~~ suit, right? With her hands on his shoulders, he opens his shirt. She can take it off when he's done, or he'll do it himself; he really doesn't care either way.]

_{[She likes when he looks at her, frankly speaking. She knows he thinks she's beautiful, that she leaves him speechless and that's as good of a confidence boost as any. With her dress put away and him unbuttoning his shirt, she lets her fingers slide under his opened collar to push it off his shoulders and down his arms. She doesn't take it off him completely though, letting her fingers wander to his bared chest now that it's in front of her.

The pads of her fingertips slide up and down the expanse of skin, nails scraping lightly over the surface. It's a bit like she's kneading him (which of the two of them are a cat, again??) before her hands resettle on his shoulders once more. Up she pushes herself on her tiptoes, her intention obvious - she wants a kiss.]}

[When she stops pushing his shirt down his arms, he takes over, trying to shimmy it down, but of course her demand for a kiss takes precedence. Messing around with the shirt hanging around his wrists - something he could fix in a split second if he only focused, but he has other priorities right now - he leans down to kiss her, gently pressing his lips against hers.

His arms will be available again soon, he promises.]

_{[It's a bit of an awkward position she's gotten the two of them in, and while Atsushi's arms may be stuck for the time being that doesn't mean Diva's are. Digging her fingers firmly into his shoulders, she melts into the contact, her lips parting as she dares to slide her tongue forward, just enough to make her attempt at deepening the contact clear.

Her eyelashes rest east on her cheeks as she kisses him with a sigh. It really does feel nice to kiss. Luckily Atsushi seems to feel the same.]}

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