She had picked up her half of the honey and turkey sandwich, but stopped with it about half-way to her mouth, as she noticed his smile had changed to a frown. She tilted her head at him, slightly, her lips spreading into a genuine and comforting smile. Sure, she had heard him tell her she didn't have to eat the thing, but that wasn't the point here. She knew she didn't have to. “I'm sure they are both good. You made it. I want to try it. Is that such a bad thing?” She asked him before she took a bite of the sandwich and chewed it down slowly. It definitely wasn't something she would expect many people to think of as good, but it wasn't a bad flavor combination at all. The lightly sweet taste of the honey actually worked well with the more sour taste of the pickle and the turkey genuinely added a meaty hint that just seemed to draw it all together. “Not bad at all.” She said before taking another bite and watching as he did the same. From the expression on his face, she could tell that he thought the same as she did, as far as the taste of the sandwich. He really shouldn't have been worried at all. She watched him as she ate. It was rather hard not to with him sitting right across from her. She had heard him sigh, and his facial expressions seemed to follow his train of thought. She couldn't hear said thoughts, of course, but the more she watched him, the more she wondered just what they might be. Everything in his mannerisms seemed so awkward, almost shy. It was definitely different than the almost hard confidence he'd shown at the bar. He'd had no problem starting a conversation with her or even standing up to Pete. What had changed? She had to ask herself that question as she watched him. He seemed to have a habit of biting his lip, and the way she noticed him looking at her occasionally...Well, it was almost as if she had caught him in some 'bad' train of thought, and she couldn't help but wonder if that might be the case. The awkwardness he showed was honestly cute, to her, though, and she couldn't help but give him a smile as she watched him pick up his glass to take a drink of the water inside of it. His nervousness was almost catching, and she was trying to not let it be. He cleared his throat before he began speaking again, and she took the time to finish her half of the sandwich, as she listened to his words. School. He wanted to talk about school. “Well, this is going to be great. He's going to find out just how much of a nerd you are. I'm sure that's what he wants, right? The little nerdy girl.” She pushed the voice away, managing to not grimace or frown, though for a moment her eyes darkened from their naturally light-blue color before she took a drink from her own glass and gave him a smile. “At the moment I'm working on my Bachelors in Medical Science.” She said as she set her glass back down on the table and picked up her half of the turkey and cheese sandwich. Her fingers picked, slowly at the crust on the bread, pulling a piece of it away and pushing it past her lips, before she began to chew on it, slowly. Swallowing the small bite of bread crust, she tilted her head at him. “I'm actually doing my schooling online. I only have to go to the university for tests and such.” She said as she pulled another piece of the crust off of the sandwich. Popping the crust into her mouth, she chewed it down and swallowed, before continuing. “I could help you, you know? I mean, if you would want? The online courses aren't so time-consuming and it's not nearly as costly as actually going to university. Or if you would want them, I have the books for the courses I'm no longer in.” She stopped herself there as the voice kicked up again. “Way to go! I'm sure he thinks you're just amazing babbling on like that; like you think he needs help or something. Cheers to you!” She shoved the voice away again and took a bite of the sandwich to cover the face she wanted to make. She was horrible at this. It wasn't something she got to do often and it showed. To make it worse, she wanted to make a good impression on him. There was something about him that simply seemed to call out to her, rather it was the way he had stood up for her or that she felt some odd sense of familiarity from him she couldn't say, but she knew she didn't want to mess this up. “But you will, won't you? Little Ahmbreh, the Whore of Babylon. It's all you're good for. All you ever will be good for, and you know it.” At this point, she nearly growled at the voice in her head, though she managed to keep the smile on her face, as she heard him speak again. “The sandwich was just fine and this one is great, too.” She said, chuckling some as she tilted her head at him. Listening as his next words filled the space between them. “You really shouldn't worry so much, Damien. I'd much rather you be yourself than to make yourself uncomfortable by feeling like you need to place limits on who you are and what you want to say.” She said with a smile. It was the truth, of course. She wanted to get to know him, and that would mean him being able to be comfortable, same as it would mean for her. “So, gonna share this parfait with me?” She asked as she slit it between them. “It looks delicious too.”
When she finally started speaking about school, per his request, he couldn't help but let his reddish-brown eyes sparkle in pure and utter interest. So maybe he a little bit of a nerd himself, he couldn't help but try to absorb everything and everything he could get his hands on. He had even gotten hold of a spell book of sorts when he had been in Budapest. Thanks to his memory being the way it was, he knew a vast arrangement of different languages, mostly self taught. Rudger more than likely was impressed by this, and he could only imagine what the man had in mind for him in the future. What if he was going to force him to use his knowledge for evil. 'Honey, you're already going down.' He had to stop himself from winkling his nose at those words from his inner demon. Online schooling actually didn't sound too bad, but he doubted Rudger would much approve of that one. It was amazing he actually approved of his illegal activities with Terrasphere. Knowing the guy, he probably saw it as some sort of intense boot camp and it was something to keep his mind off of things too. For all he knew, Rudger could be a player in the game too. He just hadn't meant him yet. He smiled at her. "I would love to see some of your old books. It sounds brilliant actually!" So maybe he was actually a big nerd when it came down to it. He had reached out without thinking and went to take her hand, a motion that caused him to blush and quickly pull away. Camus played with people both emotionally and physically, but he couldn't do that. He could manipulate people all day, sure, but with someone like Ambreh--- he couldn't do it. He normally hated people, something he had put into Camus for a reason. He worked with the public after all, it was to be expected. He shifted back again and finally went to take a bite of the turkey and cheese sandwich that he hadn't expected to be eating at all. At least she thought that the sandwiches were good. "I...I',m glad you like them. I mean you didn't have to eat the honey one at all. It was honestly a mistake." He swallowed slightly as her next words hit his ears. She wanted to share the parfait with him? Though that was something couples did. 'Ding ding for a genius you sure are slow. I say just tap that sweet piece of ass and make her moan and scream for you. Then leave her out in an alley somewhere and treat her like the cat in heat that she is.' This one caused him to make a small face, which he covered up by biting his lip once more. "I'm very pleased that you think so. Though I couldn't possibly intrude on that. I made it for you, I would hate to take even a bite that you could have had." Truth be told he did a lot more in the cafe when it was closed then just play Terra ever so often. Sometimes he watched TV or read or sometimes he actually played in the kitchen and saw what he could make up. That was rare, it wasn't something he could do all the time. If he did it too much, it meant that things would be unexplained with the food supplies and he ran the risk of being caught. He would rather not get caught by anyone, that also of course meant Rudger. He went to find his Iphone and looked to make sure there was no messages. Now he was terrified that Rudger might come looking for him and he would rather that not happen. He knew that the collar would come up. 'Oh yes, tell her all about the collar. All about all the abuse and shit you've put up through most of yours life. I'm sure she would love to hear about that.' He smiled "I mean if you insist , m'lady. You simply must speak the words and I shall do whatever your sweet words command of me." A shiver ran through his spine. So he hated the cheesy shit that his work had him say when he waited, but this was even worse than that. This was playing on the most submissive parts of him, the parts that showed true worthiness to the collar around his neck. Not that Rudger had ever tried to touch him at all. "Well I would also have to go and fetch another spoon if you wish to share with me." This caused the little demon in his head to make a noise. The noise was one that he imagined the demon was throwing his hands up and just wondering how oblivious he could be. 'Though the fucking trollop on the table right now, Damien! Do it, take her and make this table rock. Make her cry out like the whore she is and don't let her go until she gives you everything she has. Just take it, stop being a fucking pussy about everything. You're a man aren't you. Oh wait no that collar around your neck says your missing the balls for this.' He shoved the little demon back and he gave her a shaky smile. "Ummm.... so music. What types do you like..." he was messing with his hands. Talk. She needed to talk to him. She needed to stop the little demon from acting up. He didn't know how much he could take of it. It wasn't as bad as it had gotten within Terra, but he couldn't let it get that bad here either. He didn't want Ambreh seeing that side of him. He couldn't allow her to see that side of him .
She gave him a wide, bright smile as he agreed that he would enjoy seeing some of her old books. She was happy to hear it; It would be one more point of bonding for the two of them, and she was definitely enjoying his company. “Of course you are. I don't know why you don't just admit to yourself that what you really want is something you can't have?” She shoved the voice away as she tried to force her mind to clear. He had moved as he was speaking. It had been only a moment, but he had reached for her hand. At least she thought he had. “Why would he have done that? You know you're damaged goods; you know you're tainted. Why would he want to touch you?” She shoved the voice away again; her light-blue eyes turning back to his reddish-brown gaze. Surely she hadn't imagined it. He was blushing after all. She let the thoughts slide as he began to speak again, and she moved her right hand to push a few stray strands of her red hair away from her face. “The sandwiches were great. Mistake or not, I honestly enjoyed them.” She said as she tilted her head at him. He was biting his lip again. That nervousness was showing in him again, and she smiled lightly. She couldn't help it. It honestly was cute to see him act in such a manner. He was speaking again, telling her he wouldn't feel right to share the parfait with her. Her mind immediately ran with the thoughts that crossed it. Had she said something wrong? Somehow insulted him by wanting to share it with him? Surely not. “Of course you did. He made it for you; why would you want to act like you didn't appreciate the effort?” She almost shouted for the voice to shut up. Most of the time she could handle it, but this was becoming too much. Shoving the voice away once more, she tilted her head at him as she watched him pull his phone from his pocket. It wasn't the first time she had seen him do so that night, and once again she had to wonder just what he was keeping tabs on, or maybe if it was that someone was keeping tabs on him. She wouldn't ask about it, though, and he was speaking again anyway. His words brought a light blush to her cheeks. The way he called her 'M'Lady' and referenced to her 'sweet words'. His manners definitely weren't something she was used to. She felt the honesty behind them as well, even with the way the voice kept hounding her. That ignorant, hateful voice that had been a part of her for so long. Why could it not just shut up and die? It would be so much easier if she could just be rid of it. “I would like it if you shared it with me, Damien. It would be a shame if you had to sit and watch me eat it alone. At least, I think it would be. And maybe you can walk me home after? I mean...I could give you some of the books...” She said as she gave him a small smile. Hell, she wasn't certain why she was acting the way she was. She only knew that for the first time in a long time, likely in forever, she actually felt like there was a draw to someone for her, and she didn't want to be afraid to pursue it. “Sure you know. You're hot for the bloody Brit. Why not just tell him? Tell him all the naughty things you can imagine him doing to you.” She forced the voice away once more, her eyes clouding for a second before they cleared and she looked back at him. He was asking her about music at this point and he had gone to start fidgeting with his hands. There was something bothering him and the more she watched him, the more it was becoming clear. She wanted, badly, to ask him what it was, but at the same time, she didn't want to seem nosy or intrusive. She didn't really know what to do, though instinct seemed to take over, as she reached over and let her hand rest on his, a slight smile crossing her lips. “Honestly, I listen to a variety of things, though I tend to enjoy orchestra type music the most. Stringed instruments are quite relaxing.” She said as she gave him a smile.
She was being too nice to him, he wasn't exactly used to such kind things. He was used to the public, he was used to abuse-- he wasn't used to this at all. So of course he would be shy, he was wondering if this was too good to be true. 'That is why you should just tap and go. It is too good to be true and she will end up being some wicked bitch of North Whoresville. You think she is such a sweet little thing, but I tell you she is hiding something dark. Maybe she has Pandora's Vagina hidden up in that sweet figure of hers. One way to find out.' He hated the little demon with a passion and pushed the voice away again. Could he not have some peace and quiet? She wanted to share with him. She hadn't done anything wrong to him, hell he had even defended her. Though he would more than likely get hell for defending her though. She was even being so kind and sweet to let him have some of her old books so he could learn more. She didn't see him as some nerd or freak because he could so easily learn the way that he did, she was encouraging it. She was wanting to help him. She hadn't asked him anything that might be triggering. She hadn't asked about the collar or about Rudger. She was just being sweet. 'Though how long until she shows her true colours? She will betray you. Maybe she is even one of Rudger's associates. Imagine it, she might be his flavour of this week-- the whore flavour. If you're caught with her she will only cause you problems.' He growled slightly , though thankfully here he could shield the noise away. He was Camus, but he also wasn't at the same time. Rudger had no problem with him being a criminal, he was encouraging it. That should have been enough to stop him from playing Terrasphere, but it was addicting and he didn't want to stop at all. He offered her smile. "I would love that actually. I don't mind walking you home, actually I would rest easier if you'll let me." She wanted him to walk her home, he wouldn't be seen as some creeper this way. Though he doubted that she thought of him like that. Maybe she did. 'Just fucking tap the bitch already. Slam her down.' Of course this is when she had reached her hand over to rest on top of his. He flushed again at this contact. His reddish brown eyes was forced to look into her blue ones. She listened to a good deal of different things. What she listened though brought a smile to his lips. "I love that type of music too. Actually when we were staying in Budapest, I got to play around with a little violin music. I remember it, I was out with some people I have met there and they were playing music around a campfire one day. I loved it there and I loved watching my friend play her black violin. Then she handed it to me" he gave a soft chuckle. "I wasn't that good at it at all. I think I awoke some beast in the area we were at." Then Rudger had stated they were leaving soon after. He had done a good deal of traveling thanks to Rudger, but he wanted to just stay put. So maybe Virginia Beach wasn't his favourite place, but Ambreh had made it a lot brighter. He had gotten up and went to go get a spoon. He smiled at her as he went to sit again "there we go, I think I will take ya up on your offer and share with you. Though of course you should have the first bite after all. I would hate to steal that from you." He was trying so hard to keep to his gentlemanly side. He didn't need for her to see anything nasty from him. He could have a slight temper, he punched a wall before finding his way into the bar after all. Now the wall had slightly won, but it was all good. His pain tolerance was so messed up thanks to all the abuse that he had endured , that he didn't realize that his knuckles were slightly swollen. Dried blood was still on his right hand. It wasn't broken though, he might have actually felt that actually. Though that was a big might at this point in time. His reddish- brown eyes took a glimpse at his hand. Right, how had he been so stupid. He had gone to use quickly shift the spoon into the parfait before he had pulled his right hand back and slightly hidden. He didn't need her asking about it at all. He didn't know what he would do if she actually had seen it. He smiled at her, the blush having left his cheeks. At least his phone hadn't made a noise, or was it on vibrate? No it hadn't vibrated either, so Rudger hadn't come looking for him. That was good. He could walk her home and get the books. He actually looked forward to reading these books, it would be helpful for him. He would be able to hopefully repair his own wounds better that way.
She smiled, brightly, as he agreed to walk her home. She wasn't certain why she had suddenly felt the urge to offer him to. It wasn't something she would normally do. “Yeah, he seems excited about it. You know why, don't you? You know what he's expecting? Little Princess, what are you good for?” She had to stop herself from throwing the spoon she held as she forced the smile to stay on her lips and fought the voice back. He was blushing as her hand rested on his. How could she believe the things the voice said when he seemed so shy and uncertain himself? It was endearing and it was cute...And okay, maybe the voice in her head was right. Maybe she was starting to have some spark of hope. She knew she shouldn't. She knew what things in her life were actually like. She knew that Pete's little pet and that sad girl alone with her computer was all she'd ever be, but that didn't mean she couldn't dream, right? She leaned forward in her seat a little as she pulled her hand back, slowly, a blush brushing her own cheeks. “S...Sorry.” She mumbled as she ducked her head, slightly. She felt as if she had possibly embarrassed him; possibly crossed a line. She didn't want that. In just this short span of time, he was already starting to feel like a friend, and that wasn't something that she was used to feeling. No one ever cared to see beyond her looks. It was common knowledge. She knew it to be true. He was speaking of how he enjoyed violin and how he had once been able to try and play. She smiled and she chewed on her bottom lip some as he spoke. Listening to him; the tone of his voice and the way he spun his tale...She could tell that this was a memory that he held something close to dear. As he spoke of his friend, she couldn't help but smile. The gesture was slight, but it was there; a mixture of happy and sad, much like his voice sounded at the time. “It seems like you have some good memories.” She said, as he finished his tale and she leaned back against her seat some. “It must be nice in some ways to be able to travel.” She wasn't ignorant. She could tell already that not all of his life was by choice. She had noticed the way he kept checking his phone, she could see the collar he wore, and she had heard of Rudger well enough to know that it all tied to him. What she didn't know was exactly what it all meant. She didn't believe asking would be a good idea either; not yet. She didn't want to spook him away. “But you will. You know you will. You always do. Why should this be any different? Just because he may be some little servant boy? That doesn't change a thing. He's still better than you.” She shoved the voice away again, forcing her focus back to him. He was speaking again. He was agreeing to share the parfait with her and she smiled once more. Her eyes followed him as he stepped back into the kitchen, before returning with a spoon. As he moved to retake his seat across from her, she chuckled, lightly, at his mention that she take the first bite. “Alright, alright, if you insist.” She said, giving him a bright smile, as she reached her spoon to dip it into the parfait, scooping up a decent bite of the contents, before placing the bite into her mouth. As her mouth closed around the bite of the parfait, she let her gaze follow his own, noticing, for the first time, the state of his right hand, as he moved it out of sight. She let her gaze move back to his reddish-brown eyes, and she raised a brow. Swallowing the bite, she pondered for a second over rather she should ask about it or not. Deciding to not, she pushed the parfait dish a little closer to him with a smile, hoping he wouldn't realize that she had noticed. “There. First bite down.” She said as she tilted her head at him.
He had some good memories, that was what she said. She had no idea about his life at all. Though the comment had been harmless, what he had told her was a good memory. He did have some good memories despite the life he had to live. Rudger was some bittersweet person to him. It wasn't like the collar would kill him if he took it off, but he was afraid of Rudger and if he was to remove the collar and he knew about it-- he would have something worse come out of it. So he continued to wear the thing. "I guess I do have some good memories." Though they were few and not many at all. Rudger had ruined most of his chances to actually be normal. Here might be the first time he had this much freedom, though he hated his job with a passion. He hated it so much and he hated the life he was being forced to lead. Though it wasn't so bad in this moment because he was around Ambreh and she was like some ray of sunshine in his darkness. 'Cheesy alert!' He ignored the voice at this point. He watched as she had taken the first bite of the parfait and then pushed it closer to him. She was smiling, but he knew that she had noticed the state of his hand more than likely. 'She'll be a noisy little whore. Just tap it and get it over with. Here it isn't that hard.' A rush of a scene took his sight. It was like he was watching his actions but he wasn't doing them. The words were as they were in reality, but his actions didn't match. He had gone to lean across the table, first to take her hand and then he shifted closer. Closer and the first thing he did was run his hand over her breasts. As the Damien in the scene he watched did so, he could feel the results. He had never actually touched a female before not like this. The scene went forward and he had pushed her against the table. He was flushed by the time that he finally forced himself away from what the little demon had showed him. His pants felt tight just from watching what he could do to her. 'See you want it. She is a whore, she is used to being touched all the time. That is all she good for and I know you got turned on from that. What a naughty boy you are." He shifted slightly in his seat, he was trying to make the feeling ease up. He licked his lips slightly and he went to take the spoon with his left hand and take a bite. He was normally right handed, but it didn't mean he couldn't use his left either. That is what happened when someone went through so much pain and there was so many broken bones and sprains. His mother wouldn't even do anything about it and he had to continue to lie and hide things from Katherina. He couldn't let her know of the evils of the world they lived in. If he took the abuse, she could be innocent and pure. That was when the door to the cafe opened and Rudger came in. He was wearing a black suit with silver lining to it and a silver tie to match. His dark gaze was watching and then it moved to look at Ambreh. "Well what do we have here. Am I interrupting something here?" He swallowed he couldn't speak, his voice was frozen from the fear of being caught. Rudger was walking closer to him and he had yanked him up from the table by the roots of his hair. "I didn't say you could have a life , now did I." A whimper left his lips and then he was being pulled closer and closer. "You have to be punished and what better way to do it then to do it in front of the girl you have a fancy for." He was being pulled into him and Rudger's hands was going down his slim body. No! No! "No!" This time it wasn't in his head that he did so , it wasn't voiced. The little demon had been happy with the results before and had decided to torment him with that scene. His reddish-brown eyes found Ambreh and he stared at her in horror. He was pale white , he looked as if he had seen a ghost. He had jerked his hand from how he had it hidden and pain welcomed him. He was trembling , though it wasn't from the pain but from what the demon had showed him. Rudger had never touched him, but he forced him to wear this slave collar. It was more a sign that he was owned than anything else, but he knew what some people thought. He had learned this when he had first started work. One of the waitresses had no boundaries and asked him who the lucky person he was BDSMing with was. Why was he so stupid? 'That's right, you can't have a normal life. You're a slave. You might as well be a dog, maybe Rudger will get you a nice little tail so you can be his bitch. So either fuck the whore or you can be a nice little slave boy!" He couldn't even gather his composure or push the little demon back. "I ...think we should finish up here. I'm not hungry anymore" he finally got out.
“I guess I have some good memories.” His response was positive, but his tone and the way the light played through his eyes left him to seem as if he were pondering over it. The words themselves coming across as more of a realization than a declaration. She couldn't help but wonder what he might be thinking of; what memories might be stored in his mind that weren't so good. Was she assuming too much from the one thing he had told her? She didn't really understand much of these things, in truth. Sure, she had a few good memories of her own. Most of them having to do with the years before her mother died. The majority of her own, though, were foul, dark, full of hatefulness and despicable things. “Why don't you go ahead and tell him of your life, Princess? Maybe he'll like you more when he knows what a truly dirty thing you are.” She shoved the voice away, her head shaking for a moment, as she looked over at him. She had slid the parfait glass closer to him and suddenly he seemed to have been lost. His eyes were somewhat wide, almost as if he were looking through her rather than at her, and she could see the flushed look growing on his face. The reddish-brown of his eyes had brightened so that they shone more red than brown, and she could see the nervous twitch to his frame as he shifted in his seat. She was confused at this point. She didn't know what to think. He seemed almost as if he were uncomfortable, possibly nervous. Had she said something wrong? Done something wrong? “Maybe he's finally thinking he made a mistake in standing up for you. That's it. He's realized just how much of a waste of space you are, Princess.” She frowned as she pushed the voice back, shaking her head before she realized he had moved again. His tongue was sliding over his lips and he was pulling up a bite of the parfait with his left hand. The spoon held there seemed slightly clumsy and she couldn't help but realize that his injured right hand was apparently his dominant. “Hey, a...” She had started to ask if he was okay, but the words died in her throat, becoming heavy like a lump of pure rock had been shoved down her esophagus. He had frozen in place. He was pale as a ghost and his frame seemed to shake as if an actual fear had come over him. She was growing more confused by the minute. What had come over him to cause such actions and reactions? What was it he was seeing in his mind's eye? She started to reach for his hand, wanting to help break him from whatever train of thought it was that had grasped his attention; whatever it was that had him seeming so...Frightened. She didn't reach his hand, though. She didn't have a chance before he was shouting. “No!” She pulled her hand back, shrinking back against her seat some at the force of his voice; her eyes widening as she stared over at him. She didn't know how to take the sudden outburst. She didn't know what to think of what she was seeing. “See. It's all about you, Princess. He doesn't even want you to touch him, now. You're such a disgrace. Tainted. Even the little crumpet sees it now. Good for nothing and never will be. Fit to be used and abused.” She nearly screamed out at the voice and probably would have, if not for the fact that he was speaking again. He was telling her that they should finish up, that he wasn't hungry anymore. Still leaned back on her seat as she was, she nodded to his words. Her light-blue hues were wide with a fear she didn't really have a grasp on. She had thought she was making a friend. Surely she hadn't been so wrong. There had to be something more going on here. She couldn't ask, though. She couldn't bring herself to form the words to do so, as she pushed herself up from her seat. “O-okay.” Was all she managed before she began to gather up their dishes and place them on the tray. “That's right, don't ask. Don't have him explain. You already know the truth, Tainted Whore.” She didn't even bother pushing the voice away this time what was the point? It never shut up anyway.
He hated the little demon more than anything in the world, he hated it and the damage it had caused him. He had been touched by Rudger or even his father for that matter-- not like that. 'Though it is only a matter of time. Now will you fuck the whore or be a nice little slave and go running home to your Master?' He gulped as he watched her , watched as she stood up to go and gather the plates and dishes to set it back on the tray. He kept his own glasses of water near him and took a drink. He hadn't gotten up yet. He saw the fear in her eyes , why was she afraid. It didn't exactly click to him that she had been fearful of his response. The little demon was proud of itself , now knowing what effect all of this had on him, it now planned to everything and anything to break and torture the other. Everyone had their inner demons, they all handled them differently-- his was like this and he didn't know why at all. If he did, surely he could stop it. Stop it was tainting his mind and hurting him. He took another drink of his water, though the trembling still was there. There was a reason why he was afraid of Rudger, it was wise to be after all. He owed her some reasoning behind his outburst. Though he had no idea on how to go about it. 'Well little slave boy you could tell her the truth. Though imagine the disgust that she might feel towards you. I say you fuck her and then leave her in some alley. She is used to that, she is a whore. She will enjoy if you touch her, you know you enjoyed it.' He growled slightly again, though it just seemed like he was trembling enough to make noise leave his lips. He was afraid to get up, but also afraid that if we stayed here that Rudger might actually come to fetch him. Finally after finishing his water and putting it on the tray, he did stand. He looked at her. He had to say something. He needed to tell her something. She probably thought that he hated or something, perhaps that his outburst had been meant for her. That he was repulsed by her, but he didn't know how to handle that. Then without thought he was moving and he had wrapped his arms around her. He held her close, taking in her scent. She smelt mildly of booze and he couldn't make out the mixture of what else. Maybe something mixed with strawberries. His nose had become buried in her red locks and as he held her he stopped shaking a little. His hands didn't wander at all,he probably just seemed like a weirdo the way he was smelling her. Though it clearly was helping him. 'Little slave boy, are you going to fuck her. You need to touch her better than that if you hope to fuck her.' He shut the inner demon once and found himself nuzzling into her. His touch was light . It was clear that he had done something without thinking by the way he almost seemed dazed. He pushed her hair out of the way and he ended up kissing her neck. Though the moment he realized what he was doing, he was stepping back. His reddish-brown eyes were on the ground rather then facing her. He was flushing again. "S...sorry I d...didn't mean to touch you like that. I would hate for you to think I was trying to take advantage of you." It was clear by the way he was acting now, his tone and his words that he had never even been with someone before. He wanted her, some odd part of him did want to do what the little demon had showed-- but he had no clue what to do. He didn't even have the confidence to do it. Camus was another story, with Camus he was able to do things he would never do. Games allowed a person to do that, and that was what made them great. He stayed a little ways away from her. "I would never take advantage of another at all. P...please don't hate me. I'm sorry." He had taken the dishes before she replied and went back into the kitchen to start the water. He entered his own little world as the water ran and he added soap to it. "How could I be so stupid? What the bloody hell is wrong with me?!" He put the dishes into the sink and after pushed up his sleeves so he didn't get them wet. "She probably thinks I'm just another one of those disgusting people who are always all over her. A filthy pig, a piece of garbage, an annoying bug... nothing more." He sighed as he started to wash the dishes and he came to think of something that his friend in Budapest had said. He of course had asked what it meant. These words he decided to speak out loud half muttering them. "A tiltott gyümölcs a legédesebb" it meant that the forbidden fruit is the sweetest. Was that what she was to him? Well she did smell like strawberries and that was mixed with some unknown smell that he wasn't familiar with. Was Ambreh his forbidden fruit? He wasn't allowed to be happy, it had to be wrong somewhere.
Her eyes met his, as she placed the last dish on the tray. He hadn't said another word. He hadn't moved at this point, even. “Of course he hasn't. Why would he? What'd you expect him to do; jump and tell you everything's okay? You're such a joke. Falling for that whole 'M'Lady' shit. Told ya it was nothing but a ruse and look now. You didn't bite and he doesn't even want to speak to you. Tainted Whore. Good for nothing.” She shook her head as she tried, finally, to push the voice away. Tried and failed. It was a constant nag in her mind. I steady reminder of everything she was and would always be. “I can't believe you actually thought for even a moment that he might actually like you. It's hilarious. Daddy's Princess....Oh, let's not forget Nathan...Oh, yes, and Pete. Pete makes sure you know your place, doesn't he?” By this point the memories were flooding through her mind, and she honestly felt powerless to stop them. She could see him as he moved to take a drink of his water, but she was also powerless to respond. She wasn't staring, it just honestly seemed as if she had no control over her own form. She was trapped,watching the scenes in her mind, as her body continued to react to the things around her. Her father was the beginning. After her mother's death, the man had become abusive. It had started one night in the midst of one of his drunken states. He had woken her up from her sleep, claiming to want to spend some time with her. When she had whined about being tired, he had hit her. Of course, immediately, he had apologized to her. “I'm sorry Princess. You know Daddy would never want to hurt you.” He had picked her up from her bed and sat back down holding her. Her tiny frame had been pressed against his. It was when his hands started exploring her body that she started to fight. He had become angry, struck her again. It had only taken a few hits for her to realize it was better if she just laid still. Her left eye had been swollen shut and her entire right side felt like one big bruise. Nothing had been broken, that time, but she had bled. The bruising and swelling had been nothing compared to the searing pain that had coursed through the lower half of her tiny frame as he had violated her. The way she had ripped and torn...There had been so much blood...And she had been left to clean it; left to deal with her own mess, as "a good little girl should." That had become her life for a while. She missed a lot of school due to bruising and once a broken arm. It had happened during her struggling against him; of course, he had only taken her to be treated after finishing what he had started and making sure she knew that the consequences would be worse if she told anyone the truth. It had taken nearly a year before someone had decided that they cared enough to report on the girl with the bruises. Nearly a year that she had lived with his steadily recurring abuse...The damage had already been done. That little voice had already started to live within her mind. She had been pulled from her father's home. That she had never cared about. At first, though shy and frightened she did have hope. She had hope that someone would adopt her. She had hope that someone would come to see her as their own. She had hope that she would never have to see such things again, as her life had so far shown her. It wasn't to be, though. Along with her hope was also that voice and it had begun to grow. “See. No one wants you. No one ever will. You're useless. Tainted.” There always seemed to be something wrong with her, for the ones whom she met. It was her red hair. She was too quiet. She was too frail. She was too nervous. There was always something and so she continued to bounce from home to home; from school to school. She was seventeen when she met Nathan. He had been a dream; captain of her school's football team and leader of their debate team, smart, athletic, too good to be true. Of course it had been just that. She had fallen for every smile, every perfectly placed charming word. It hadn't seemed strange to her that he never actually took her any where. She was an orphan, owned by the system and wouldn't have likely been able to go anyway. He knew that. Prom, though, that she had been able to do. She had made her dress herself. She had made sure to fix and style her hair. She had made everything as perfect as she could. It was like a Cinderella dream for her. That night had been the last she had allowed herself that sort of hope, also. Nathan had picked her up at seven as planned. Things were going well, or so she had thought. That was until she realized that they were going the wrong way to get to the school. When she asked him what was going on he said he had a special evening planned for them; that he didn't want to share her when she was so beautiful. She had listened. When they got to their destination, it turned out to be a hotel. The seedy one on the outskirts of their town. She had lost her thoughts as she had flipped out on him. Screaming at him about his idea of a good time. He had hit her and shoved her out of his car. He had left her there, alone and having to walk the thirteen miles back to the shelter. There had been that voice all the while. “All you're good for. Little Tainted Whore. Used Goods. Lost Cause.” She couldn't get away from it. Pete had been little better, though the job allowed for her to say no. To not allow people to touch her. The man always seemed to find a way to make her feel low. Like he had done with Damien, he would offer her to someone and then laugh when they rejected or get angry if they accepted and she refused. It was a vicious cycle, but Damien had broken it. Damien had put Pete in his place. No one had ever stood up for her that way before. No one had ever cared enough to do so. It was at this point that she finally managed to break free of her thoughts and the little voice. It was at this point that she realized Damien had moved. His arms were around her and in the lost world of her thoughts, she had actually moved to do the same. Her own arms had wrapped around his waist, and she hand leaned into his embrace. Her head rested against his shoulder; her hands had gripped onto the back of his shirt. He was nuzzling her hair, her eyes had closed with the gentle touch. It was strange. She didn't understand at all what was going on, how it had happened or why they suddenly were like this, but the voice had stopped. Her head, for the moment, was silent, and she tightened her grip on his shirt. She was lost in this moment with him; lost to the sudden sense of safety, of comfort. Even with the thoughts and memories; even with the nagging, hateful voice, she suddenly felt comfortable, shielded. Had she really been wrong? Was he different from the ones she was used to dealing with? Her eyes closed, slowly, as she felt him moving her hair; his lips on her neck sent a shiver down her spine. It wasn't a shiver of fear or disgust, though. No, she was enjoying his touch. For once she didn't mind it, and though strange, to her, she wasn't questioning it. She didn't question a thing until she realized he was moving. He was moving away from her and he was apologizing. She was confused. He seemed as if he felt like he had done something wrong. “I would never take advantage of another...Please don't hate me.” His words fell on her ears like heavy stones. Had she done something wrong? “Oh, Princess. You really are just a fuck up, aren't you?” The voice was actually laughing at her, but she was more concerned for Damien, for the way he suddenly seemed to be. She watched him as he grabbed the tray and dishes and he moved to go to the kitchen. She didn't give it a second thought. She moved to follow him, her hand reaching out to stop the door as it would have closed behind him. She hadn't spoken. He hadn't exactly given her a moment to. She stood there in the door, for a moment, watching him as he began to work on cleaning the dishes; listening as he seemed to be speaking to himself. The things he said were so wrong; so opposite of how she was feeling. She needed to let him know that, but how? Would he really believe simple words from her? He seemed to have something going on internally and she had to wonder if it was like her little voice...She knew little of him, after all. She heard the foreign words he spoke, and she tilted her head. She knew the language. What was it. She bit against her bottom lip, hard, as she tried to think. Hungarian. It was Hungarian. She didn't know enough of it to translate. Not right. Something about fruit. She could understand that much. Shaking her head, as she stepped on past the door, she took in a deep breath. The few dishes hadn't taken him long to wash and he was placing the last to dry as she stepped over to him. She'd had enough. She wasn't going to continue to fight with the voice or with herself. Nothing in life came from running away, right? It was hard at times, but she had at least learned that over the years. Her steps bringing her to his side, she spoke as she looked at him, certain that he was lost in his thoughts, as he had been speaking to himself and not seemed to notice that she had followed. “You haven't done anything wrong, and I definitely don't view you in such a manner...” She said, and she waited for him to turn. As he did, she would lean herself up to him. She wasn't going to back away and she wasn't going to change her mind. No. She wouldn't let the voice win this time. She wouldn't let it control her. As she leaned up, she pressed her lips to his, her eyes closing for a moment, as she kissed him. It wasn't anything overly passionate, in truth, it was awkward at best. It wasn't something she was used to doing, especially not by choice, but she needed him to know just how honest she was being. She needed him to know that she wasn't upset with him and that he hadn't crossed any lines with her, even if she didn't understand it, herself. Pulling back, slowly, she looked up at him. Her smile was small, though genuine, as she glanced at the kitchen door and then back to him. “Still want to walk me home?”
He should have heard her follow him, though he was in his own little world. The building probably could have exploded and he wouldn't have thought nothing much of it. This was why he was not cooking on the stove at the time, because he could have more than likely ended up with that result. Was she really his forbidden fruit? Some people believed in things like soulmates and the like-- but he didn't. How could he? How could he even believe in some greater being such as a God with the life he had been forced to live. No one had come to save him at all. He let himself live in his own self loathing as he finished up the dishes. It didn't take much time after all seeing as they only had the few dishes. He put them up to dry and that was about the time that he vaguely heard her voice. She spoke on how he didn't do anything wrong and how she didn't view him such a manner. Well she didn't know how fucked up he was. He wanted her, the little demon had gave him some forbidden taste and he wanted more. He wanted to devour her, he needed to taste her. He had turned to face her ,and then that was when she did it. She kissed him. His reddish-brown eyes had gone wide when she had pressed her lips to his. Though after a second his eyes had closed as well. Though he couldn't wrap his arms around her, the kiss had been nice. His entire body felt hot. he felt... well he didn't know how to feel at that moment. He had never been kissed in his life. He didn't have enough of a social life to go on dates and kiss anyone. He didn't know what to do, but it had felt good. She didn't even apologize for kissing him either. 'See!!!!!! The whore is leading you into. Now be a good little slave and go through the motions.' He swallowed slightly. She asked if he still wanted to walk her home. He went to look her over, why did he feel so nervous. Why was his heaty pounding so roughly against his chest? Why did his stomach feel like it was in knots? Had the one little kiss really been enough to do that? His mind thought back to the forbidden fruit. He wouldn't exactly know what this fruit would taste like? Perhaps this was something that came from tasting? Had she infecting with some poison when she had kissed him. No, that was stupid of him to think such things. He shifted from one foot to another as he looked at the dishwater and back to her. Then he figured he might as well drain the water and clean up his clean up. He went to drain the water he had made. He was silence as he did this. What did someone say after a kiss? Did he say thank you? Books and movies... think books and movies Damien. Though what kind of books and movies did he follow? What did he do?! Did he smile or not do anything at all? Usually it was the male who kissed the girl? Though what did he do here? He had never been kissed before? Surely, she had figured that out by now. It wasn't like Peter Pan, no that was Katherina's dreamland. Though there was the hidden kiss within the one Peter Pan movie. Wendy has kissed Peter. Okay then there was Spider Man and Harry Potter... okay so maybe it wasn't always the guy kissing the girl-- but it was usually the thing. He was supposed to know what he was supposed to do. He wasn't supposed to stand here and not do or say anything. What was he supposed to do? He wished someone would tell him. This of course cued the little demon, 'well you could just pin her down and...' he shut it off before it could continue. Truth be told he already knew what the little demon would have him doing. Did he kiss her back though? He had stayed there like a log where she had kissed him, his lips didn't even move against hers to return the kiss. Why was it so much easier to play with people when he was Camus? Right, it was because he was pretending to be someone other than Damien Voss. The slightly shy and awkward Brit who had never had anything good to truly happen to him. If he was lucky enough to find those good memories, Rudger would find a way to take away those things too. So good things were too much too be true usually. How much longer until they moved away from here? How much longer would he have with Ambreh? He finally brought up the courage to face her, his feet moving forward. What did he say? What was he doing? He had gone to dip her down in such a dramatic and cheesy fashion. Then that was how he kissed her. He held her so she didn't fall on the hard ground of the kitchen. He held her and took in her scent. His eyes closed, though he was afraid. Was he kissing her right? Had it been too much? His lips softly moved against hers. He brought her back up and he had a slight blush again, he couldn't control that. 'The little slave is just a little school girl with that blush.' He cast his eyes to the ground, he wished the little demon would shut up. Right, she had asked him a question. Go into some host mode and he would be fine. Use manners, be a gentleman. He gave her a bow before offering his hand to her. "Shall we, m'lady." He was so cheesy, but he had no clue what to do. All of this was so new to him. Why would he know how to do such things, he didn't go out to bars-- he didn't go and do fun things that a normal person his age would do. He just had to not be himself, and if he wasn't himself he could get through this. Though he couldn't be Camus... Camus was an asshole who's purpose was to make everyone hate him. He wanted to be liked by Ambreh. "Eh... I guess you should lead the way. I mean I am walking you home." He was so awkward!
She stood there as she watched him, waiting for an answer. As she had kissed him, he had seemed to freeze. He hadn't moved to touch her. He hadn't kissed her back. Now he was silent. She had seen him swallow as she had spoken, so she at least knew he wasn't in some true state of shock. She wasn't certain what was going on, though. Had she done something wrong? This wasn't something she was really used to. Had she not done it right? The confusion shown clearly in her light blue eyes as she let them look him over, trying to find some sign of what he might be thinking. Nothing. There was nothing. No change for her to see, other than that he had stopped speaking. He still seemed nervous as he shifted on his feet, but he also still didn't respond. He had turned back to the sink and was draining the water. She took a step back as she watched him work. He was cleaning the sink and the mess from him washing the dishes. Why didn't he at least say something? “Do you really have to ask? You forced your tainted hussy lips on him. You didn't even ask. Did you expect him to like it? Did you expect him to fall in love? You did, didn't you? Such a stupid little whore.” She almost couldn't push the voice away. The echo of it rang through her head as she turned from watching him. She could feel tears wanting to form in her eyes. Her chest was tight and she had that nauseated feeling in the pit of her stomach. Her heart was racing, but it wasn't a feeling of happiness or excitement. No, this was more a sort of anxiety or fear. What had she been thinking? Why had she kissed him? He had to think the worst of her now. That would explain his silence, right; the way he wouldn't look at her now? “Poor little Princess. Have you finally learned your place? Finally learned just how alone you're destined to be?” She didn't even bother to try to push the voice away. Why should she? There was a truth to its words that was beginning to become apparent. She heard him as he turned. She heard his steps moving towards her, but she couldn't make herself turn to face him. “That's right Princess. He wouldn't want to see your face after what you've done. He's going to tell you to go. Maybe He'll actually push you out of the door. Maybe even kick you. Hell, if he hits you, you'd deserve it, wouldn't you? Just like always. Just like your Daddy. He always hit you when you didn't do what you should, didn't he? And what was it Daddy liked? Daddy didn't like kisses, did he?” By this point, the voice was too loud; there was no stopping it or the tears that had built in her eyes. They weren't falling, yet, but she could feel them welled there. Her vision was blurred because of it and the pounding of her heart coupled with the feeling in the pit of her stomach had her feeling as if she couldn't breathe. How had she managed to make such a mistake? Was she really so daft; so ignorant? Had she truly misread the signs she had thought were there? She didn't have much time to think of the answers to her questions. Suddenly his hands were on her. He was pulling him to her, but dipping her back. The movement was almost like a dance. The tears in her eyes caused their light-blue depths to shimmer as she looked up at him. The confusion in them was a perfect match for the state of her mind as she looked up into his reddish-brown hues. What was he doing? What was going on? He had leaned over her, still holding her up so she didn't actually fall. The movement had brought their bodies closer together. Her breath caught in her throat as her arms moved as if on instinct. They wrapped around his shoulders as if to help hold her in place against him. She was so confused and she felt the tremble of nervousness in herself. She wasn't sure what to think at all, and then his lips were on hers. He was kissing her. He was actually kissing her. She didn't freeze like he had. No, her eyes closed as she felt a tremble go through her. This was different. It wasn't nervousness so much as excitement. Her lips moved against his to return the kiss, a sound almost like a whimper passing her lips as he brought her back up straight. Her eyes opened, slowly, and she looked into his own. She couldn't do anything but look at him. She could feel the blush rising in her cheeks and she wondered if it actually matched his own. She wasn't certain how to feel anymore. She had been so confused and now she was even more so. Did he really like her? Was he just after what he could get? As she watched his movements she began to wonder just how much she should be listening to the little voice in her head. The way he looked away and the blush on his cheeks; the bow he gave her, as he reached out his hand. It was all so, shy but gentlemanly. Surely it wasn't an act. She bit against her bottom lip, as she reached to take his offered hand. The moment had turned into something akin to a fairy tale. It wasn't anything she would have ever expected, even with his earlier use of the same manners, but she wasn't complaining. Seeing his own shyness actually helped her own. Nodding as he asked if she was ready, she gave him a smile. “J-Just out the door and take-take a right. It's actually not f-far from here.” She said, her voice low, nervous, as she looked him over, the blush deepening on her cheeks. She was still confused, but she was starting to feel as if answers would come, and at this point, she knew she wanted nothing more than to be herself and hope he enjoyed what he found.
Great, was he doing any of this right at all? He made sure the little demon in his head couldn't give him its two cents. He knew what its views were. He was just some little slave.... that or he needed to pin her and take her right here and now. Though he could never actually see himself doing something like that. Sure, it had been hot to watch when the little demon had showed it to him, but he couldn't ever do that. It was because of many reasons, but first and foremost it had taken so much just for him to kiss her. He didn't even know if he had done it right. Though she had kissed him back, so surely that meant that he had done it right. Unless of course she was only doing it out of pity. Why would anyone actually want to kiss him much less spend time with him. Rudger had ruined him, he was so afraid that he might do something wrong. Not that he had ever actually been given an opportunity like this. Though in Terrasphere it was easier for him. Everyone always was better when it wasn't them on display but a different persona-- that would be what he would have to do. He couldn't be himself around her. Why would anyone want him? Yet, she was talking his hands and his fingers went to entwine with hers. She was blushing and she looked adorable like that. It really brought out her blue eyes. Though had it been his imagination or had she whimpered when he had kissed her. Had he hurt her? What about the tears, he was sure he had seen tears in her eyes. His mind wasn't sure what to do or think. He smiled back at her as he heard her stammer over her words. He paid mind to the instructions. So it wasn't far from Dreamland. Come on Damien, walk! He had to move his feet if they were ever going to leave the cafe. If he was caught in here with someone who wasn't staff... it would be the end of his life as he knew it. His boss was stern, and he was all buddy buddy with Rudger... it was a match made in Hell. He actually had no idea just how they knew each other, but it was because they knew each other that it spelt back things for him. Well this was if he was caught, hell it might as well be if he wasn't caught too. Eventually something would end up happening and he would suffer in some way or another. Especially since Bre had come into his life. No, he must not think like this. If he thought like that than something bad would happen. If he kept telling himself this... if he kept telling himself this he would end up getting hurt. Terrasphere was the ONLY place that he didn't have to worry about Rudger doing something to fuck him over. 'Right because you have made sure to make everyone hate you there. Then you gotta worry about actually dying because everyone hates you. Do you really think that anyone would even bat an eyelash to save you. They will enjoy watching you suffer. They will enjoy your death and it will be bloody! I can just picture it now, you'll die by the beasts that you love so much! No one will come to lift a finger to help you as you bleed out. It will be glorious though you sick bastard!' He made a face at the little demon in his head. It seemed that he really couldn't keep it out of his head at all. He wondered if there was a way to actually kill it. 'Only if you kill yourself, big boy. I bet no one would even care if you die. Oh wait this little whore would cry... I bet she...' He forced the voice out of his head again as he finally began walking. First it was out of the kitchen and than it was out of the cafe completely. He had made sure to make sure everything was as it was when he had entered the place. Though it wouldn't hurt to check again on his way from walking her home. There was still plenty of hours before anyone would even come and check up on the place. He was aware of everything schedule wise with this place. He had to be. It was the way to keep his ass out of trouble. What was she thinking? Was she thinking that he was weird? Well clearly she cared slightly for him... right? Or maybe she had done it out of pity. Was she expecting to be paid now? That is how whores worked right.... no that wasn't a whore. Whores had pimps and Pete was the self declared one... but.... he had made sure to take care of him. He had stood up for her and maybe... was the kiss her way of oddly thanking him? Was all of this too good to be true? Perhaps this was all just a nice dream and he would wake up back in his bed to the fucking hell he lived in. Perhaps he had passed out at the bar because he had gotten drunk. That had to be it! Or perhaps if it was real maybe she was a guy under that female meat-suit. Then again that wouldn't really be that bad either. He had never been kissed, so that meant his mind was completely opened to possibilities. It would have been bad if he hadn't been. It wasn't like he had Rudger telling him that he had to be completely into chicks or completely into guys. Hell the guy probably didn't care what he did. Terrasphere had been proof of that, Rudger hadn't cared about him doing the illegal game at all. Though the thought of Bre being a guy didn't repulse him at all. Actually it was a slightly hot thought. He saw it now! She would invite him into her house and then from there she would turn the light on and she would ask him if he was comfortable. From there things would get heated and they would get frisky. He would somehow get confidence out of somewhere and then the clothes would come off and bam like that he would find out that she was actually a he. Not that he had anything to complain about her being an actual her. It was just his mind was very active and he wasn't really sure why. The little demon was silence this time, so it had been purely his mind going through all these motions. He looked at her , it clearly was just now registering with his mind that he hadn't said a word to her. He offered a smile almost shaky smile. "So are we anywhere close? I... would hate to have passed it or anything." That was normal... thank the God he didn't think existed. He could have swore that he would have said something to fuck everything up. As it was, his hand was still holding her--- though he didn't want to stop that. This was nice.
She followed him through the diner, stopping just outside the door as he took the time to lock it before they began their trek towards her apartment. The streets were relatively quiet, which she was thankful for. Her hand resting on his gave her a warm feeling she wasn't used to but didn't find uncomfortable. It was a new sensation for her, the comfort she was starting to feel. She definitely had no complaints about it, but at the same time, she still had much she was curious and uncertain of. The kisses they had shared; both were so different. The way he had frozen on her when she had kissed him. Why had he? Had it been because she had kissed him? Had it been from nervousness or disgust? Surely not the latter. He wouldn't be holding her hand now if that were the case, right? What was going on between them that had her feeling so self-conscious? Why was she suddenly so worried about what someone thought of her? It had been so long since she had truly worried about how she might be viewed. She found that they were wandering along in silence. It was actually deafening to her. To her; she who lived her life outside of work in a bubble of silence and aloneness. It was such a strange feeling. She was finding that she wanted him to like her. She wanted to know that he enjoyed her company; that he would want to spend more time with her. Surely he wouldn't, though. What reason would he have to want to? It wasn't like she was anything special. If there was anything she knew it was that the voice was right and right about her. She wasn't and would never be worth much of anything. Her father had seen to that and her life had proven it to her. Hell, she couldn't even give someone the one part of herself that should have been saved for the soulmate most said was out there. Did she even believe in them? She wasn't sure. She surely hadn't found one if so. Why all of a sudden, was she even thinking of such things? She let out a soft sigh. Thankfully, the sound of it seemed quite airy, as if she were expressing an enjoyment of something rather than possibly being upset. In her mind, though, she was thinking of how much easier life was on Terra. At least to an extent. Sure, there were dangers, but she didn't have to worry so much about the socialization and such. Sure there were people, but she just sort of let her character react to them the way she wanted to. She was her own persona, at least for the most part. There was the one guy, but he was a different case altogether. There was a certain something that always seemed to trigger her with him. He was one of those who wanted to be viewed as everyone's better, but she always sort of got the feeling that his tough and rather dickish exterior was hiding something more. Sure, she hadn't been able to crack the code, so to speak, at least not yet, but that didn't make it any less true. She knew the type if nothing else. In a way, she was the type, herself. Lorelei, her character there, was definitely not Bre, herself. She was more confident, more willing to stand up and fight. Hell, her first day in the game she had punched the same guy she was thinking of, just because of his attitude and his unwillingness to listen to reason. In all fairness, he had been headed down the right path to get the two of them and another player dead. She wasn't having it. Not on her first day, and not because of such arrogance. She turned her eyes to watch Damien as they walked. She couldn't help but wonder what he was thinking. She would have given just about anything to be able to hear his thoughts at that point. It would help her to answer some of her own questions, for sure. She couldn't help the thought. She couldn't stop the fact that her mind was riddled with doubts and wonders. She wished it could be different. She wished she could be as confident as some of the others she knew; though they were people she worked with. Maybe that was partly what was going on here. He had met her at work. Pete had tried to sell him her services. Maybe he thought she was a hooker; just some common whore to help him get his jollies off and relieve a little stress. Would it upset him to find out that wasn't the case? Would he walk away and decide she wasn't worth his effort? “Why don't you just admit that you'd be willing to be his little whore if it kept him around. Isn't that what you want? You know you're trying really hard not to think of it.” The voice was back and she shoved at it as hard as she could. She wasn't going to fall into that. She couldn't. She couldn't let it take back over again. She wanted to enjoy this experience. To continue to enjoy his company, rather she saw him after tonight or not. In truth, she didn't expect to. No matter what happened, she figured he would be like every other 'friend' she'd ever found. They never stuck around. There was always some reason for them to want to disappear. She usually just accepted it and moved on. Why should she expect this to be any different? Her thoughts were interrupted as she heard him speak, and she gave him a grin as she shook her head. “Nope. Haven't passed it.” She said as she looked around. They'd been walking for a few blocks, and she hadn't realized it. She reached her free hand up to point towards a building just about a half a block from them. “It's that building just there, and if you'd like, you're welcome to come up, for a bit. I'll get you those books and see about maybe treating that hand.” She said. It was a bold move. She hadn't let him know until now that she'd noticed, but she had. She had and she wanted to help him. She only hoped he'd actually let her.
His reddish-brown eyes had followed where she had pointed. To anyone else it would just be some apartment, it looked like every other apartment-- but to him... it was a little more. He was analyzing the building and making sure to make every mental note about it that he could. Though it was short lived, his mind registered the rest of what she had said. He could come up for a bite and she would get him the books and his hand. He had actually forgotten about his hand, how could he have forgotten about it. It should be burning, but honestly he couldn't feel it to the point of it being an annoyance. He frowned at her words. She was offering to treat his hand. It was a nice gesture, but he wasn't used to people being nice to him at all. There had been that one time in France... but he had never had anyone help him like this. What more was this wound was him fault. He shook his head , but he didn't pull his hand away from her. "You don't have to do anything with my hand. I mean I know it might look bad, but it isn't as bad as it seemed." It really wasn't, it wasn't as swollen as it could have been. He could move it at least. Though he had hid it so she wouldn't notice it. He didn't know what to do from this point in time at. He should let her treat his wound, but he didn't want to be a bother. He offered her a smile "honestly I don't wanna be a bother to you. I'll just treat it when I get home . It is really better than it looks, honest." Though would it be okay? He didn't know anymore. He didn't want to make her worry, but if not having her look at it would make her worry more. What did he do? Did he agree or was he doing the right thing here? Surely whatever thing he didn't do would be the right thing to do. Why was he such a failure? He had kept the inner demon at bay this time, the thing not wanting to put its two cents in this time. He was on his own, it didn't make him feel any better at all. Usually he would do whatever the inner demon said or rather he would do the opposite-- that was usually the right thing to go about doing. Though without the inner demon, why did he find himself so lost? It was an odd feeling. At least he knew which place was her. He continued to walk towards the location, now that he knew where it was and all. His hand never have left hers, that should have been a good thing. Though he didn't know for sure seeing as he didn't know the first thing about things like this. How could he have when she would be his first... well everything (if they did have sex). Though he wasn't really looking forward to it, part of him was curious... but he couldn't think of himself as actually taking advantage of her like that. He bit his lip lightly and started to chew on it. He couldn't help his little habit that he had. Why did he keep finding himself not knowing what to do when it came to her. It wasn't just about the situation at hand but in general too. What would happen if he did somehow allow himself to have a life with her... Rudger would only decide that they needed to move. It would all be over then. Maybe it would be better if he just enjoyed tonight and not see her anymore. No he doubted that he could do that. He wanted to see her. He actually wanted to see what might come out of all of this. Who knew maybe going and spending some time with her at her place would be good for him. As long as he was there at the cafe in time to check on things. Though what about Rudger... Rudger would always be a problem from him. Not to mention his overactive imagination had led him to wonder what might happen when he had gone up with her. He had come to a stop outside of the indicated building. He debated on rather ot not he should keep her hand in his or not. He slightly pulled away "if you want to look at my hand... I guess it wouldn't be that bad. I would hate for you to worry about you. Though I have brought m'lady home." He had almost called her the word Pete had, princess. He had made sure to use m'lady instead because he didn't want to do something that hurt her. He didn't want to be like whoever had hurt her. It went against everything that he was. Camus was too proud than to let it happen by choice. Though he was trying, he knew the difference. He just was hesitant about it all thanks to the fact that he wasn't used to this type of thing. He was more used to dealing with his own injuries and forcing to set them without the doctors being involved. His skeleton was more than likely so fucked up, bones were probably all over the place. "J...Just don't look too much into them ... ok....okay. That is my only condition. Aside from that I would love to come up and spend some time with you."
She saw the edges of his lips pull down into a frown, and she couldn't help but raise a brow at the change in facial expression. It wasn't a look of upset or sadness, so much as it seemed he simply wasn't prepared for the offer she had given him. It still left her feeling, for a moment, as if she might have been wrong to do so. What else was she to do, though? She wasn't Lorelei. She had a heart. Medicine and healing were a large part of who she was, and she cared, genuinely cared about people, even if they didn't often show the same sentiment towards her. Damien was the first she'd ever been so adamant about, though there was something about him. She couldn't quite put her finger on it, but it made her want to be there for him; to help him and show him that he wasn't alone. Was it because of the way she felt herself? Was it because of the strange draw she felt to him? She didn't know, but she intended to find out. “Just get him up to your place and spread those pretty little legs for him, Princess. You'll learn real quick what it is he's really after.” She shoved the voice away and kept a slight smile on her lips as she heard him answer her. He had answered her the exact way she had expected him to; saying his hand was fine and he would tend to it at home. Though he had taken his words a bit further. He had said he didn't want to be a bother to her and that...That was just ridiculous. “It isn't a bother at all, Damien. I have everything I need anyway.” She had said, giving him a smile. She wouldn't have offered if she truly didn't want to do so, and she hoped he would understand that. From that point, though, he seemed to become lost in his thoughts as they walked. She fell into silence herself, her eyes glancing over their interlocked hands as they made their way towards the small apartment she called home. Was he meaning to keep his hold on her hand? Had he simply not let go due to not wanting to hurt her feelings? Was there some motive she wasn't thinking of? The thoughts were rushing in, but still, all she could do was smile. The closeness and contact with him, even as little as it was, was nice. She was enjoying it. He had been trying all night to keep that hand from her sight. She had, of course, noticed it back at the bar. She wasn't one to generally go nosing off in someone's business, though. Of course, she wasn't one to usually run away with a stranger or spend an evening like this with someone either. It had definitely been a night of 'firsts' for her. The thought of that word 'firsts' it brought a blush to her cheeks as they neared the door to the apartment and she reached her free hand into her pocket for her keys. The thoughts that suddenly ran through her head were quite extraordinarily out of her normal comfort zone. The images she saw weren't necessarily the worst one could imagine. A gentle kiss on the couch. The exploration of hands against bodies as they ignored the other things around them. His lips on her neck as he leaned her slowly back against the couch. Her breath sort of seemed to catch in her throat and she an almost gulping swallow, her mind fighting from its thoughts as she felt him pulling slightly from her. The blush rising in her cheeks once more with his use of the word “M'Lady.” Giving him a smile, though she raised a brow in slight confusion, she slowly released his hand. Maybe she had been squeezing it and not noticed? Had she hurt him? He was telling her that he would allow her to treat him if she promised not to look too much into the injury. An odd request, but one she knew she was sure to get often once this became her actual line of work. She didn't want him thinking that she would betray his trust, when it was obvious that he was nervous about it, either, though. “I kind of can't say anything even if you do give me details.” She said with a smile. “It's against the code, but I don't plan on asking, either. I just want to help.” She replied as she reached to unlock and open the door, giving him a smile, as she stepped inside and kicked her shoes off at the door. “This way.” She said as she headed down the small hall and to the left, leading him into the living room. “If you wanna grab a seat on the sofa, I'll get my supplies.”
