well, maybe you should tie me up.

[zaach]

He stirred.

The unrelenting nightmare that surrounded his mind and kept his eyes shut tight didn’t bother with an apology as the darkness continued to engulf him. There was endless falling and a booming voice from all around; it called out to him as he tossed and turned in his bed, sweat dripping from his brow as he moved onto his back. A slender hand came up and then went crashing down on top of his face with a dull ‘thwack’; he heard the sound reverberating through the dream. Oh, how he wished that he could wake up and that these never-ending nightmares would cease to be the bane of his existence. All it was, was darkness, the falling and the booming voice – then when he woke up; the feeling of being inebriated without having alcohol. It was a strange feeling for sure and the boy often found herself wondering ‘why me?’ and ‘what did I do deserve these nightmares?’ The truth was lost; never going to be found – not even the professionals had been able to give him appropriate answers for his dilemma; they just preferred to give him pills to stop them, not caring that they never worked. To them, he was just another boy with just another problem not worth even going into detail with; a waste of their valuable time with a meaningless problem. They had plenty of other people to deal with that had problems worthy of their time. Nightmares were none of their concern, everyone had them, it was not uncommon/unheard of, and he just had to deal. But surely the nightmares had some sort of meaning, they were consistent. Every single night they occurred, every single freaking night.

Everything went silent.

A sudden drop. A dull ‘thud’; and a small ‘oof’. The boy found himself laying flat on the floor of his bedroom tangled in the covers. The nightmare, finally, had ended and he was awake. Mysterious brown eyes flew open and searched the bedroom, looking wildly to make sure that the nightmare had ended. Once satisfied that it had ended, he picked himself up off of the floor and slowly sat himself back down on the bed. It was a normal occurance for this to happen at some point during the night. Normally it was once a week, but just lately it was beginning to happen every single freaking night and he hated it.

He ran his fingers through his hair and carefully laid back down on the bed. Before he knew what was happening his eyes were closed and he was snoring gently. The darkness was surrounding him again, engulfing him in the unrelenting darkness and the bitter storm of terrifying thoughts that clouded his mind. About another half hour passed before he was awake again; this time he was screaming and crying, flailing around in his tangled covers. Screaming so loud he could wake the rest of the house... but then, that was also a normal occurance, though what was the time? As far as he could tell it was still dark, even with his eyes open. Maybe three in the morning. There was now no use in trying to get back to sleep.

"Erhghhh, fuck it." He spoke more to himself than to the sleeping form besides him as he got out of his bed and changed into the jeans from the day before, or was it earlier? Either way he was getting dressed in clothes and he was going to run around in the middle of the night doing anything and everything that he could - which included the throwing around of glitter and taking photographs, or drawing in his famous sketch book. Once dressed, he grabbed a couple bottles of water, shoved an apple in his mouth, gathered everything and up left the house, walking down the street with an 'I own this place' kind of strut, because he thought he did, or that's how he was percieved by a lot of people these days.

Whistable beach was where he ended up about a half hour later, settling himself on the sand with his legs stretched out in front of him, the core of his 'breakfast' buried in the sand and his sketchbook and pencil in his lap and mouth. Yes, this was the life; he was afraid.

[kira]

Why was it always so tempting to sneak out of the house in the middle of night? Meadhbh hadn't even really slept for more than four hours in the past two days, yet she felt fully awake and energized. The crescent moon that hung in the sky cast a thin chink of light through her curtains, making the room seem as if it were lit in late-noonday sun. She sat at the edge of her bed, listening to the silent house around her and taking in the familiar scents of her room. She wanted to sleep some more, because she really needed it and she wasn't even hungry tonight, but her body protested against the idea and made her stay up.

Slowly, the woman rose from her bed and tip-toed to her dresser for some clothes. She didn't want to wake Morrison, who was sleeping in the floor below, so she got dressed quietly before heading downstairs, shoes in hand so that the thick soles wouldn't bang against the hardwood steps. As she passed the living room to get to the front door, she could hear Morrison stirring on the couch in the next room. She lifted a hand in a little wave to him, saying goodbye to the sleeping man. He'd only stayed over because he hadn't wanted to deal with Iivan's situation at the moment, and instead had one of the wolf's other friends to take care of him for the night. Meadhbh felt a little sorry for her friend, having to take care of that man who had only gotten injured out of his own stupidity, but he was such a good man, he couldn't just let him fend for himself or stick him in a hospital.

The door opened quietly for her and she slipped outside to greet the dying park just across from her house. A sigh left her as the chilling night air caressed her cheeks and hands and she sat down on the porch to pull on her shoes. Free now to go anywhere she wanted, she found herself a little overwhelmed. She'd known that she'd wanted to get out of the house, but she wasn't sure where to go. Not into the city, that was for sure; she didn't want to deal with people. Any of the surrounding woods would probably have wolves stalking it, the lower ends of town were too dirty for her, and the country was just too boring. And she certainly didn't want to stay in this desolate park. That left only the beach, which would be nearly, if not completely, empty in this weather.

It would've been nice to have a car to drive herself down to the beach, but as soon as she got there, she knew that the walk had been worth it. The physical exercise had at least been enough to wear down her energy a bit and with no one else around, she could relax. But no, there was another being on the beach. Human, male. A few hundred meters off. Right now she could only see the faint outline of his form, but she chanced a closer look and moved toward him.

Now within hearing distance of each other, she could tell he wasn't much of a threat, in fact he was rather young, and she couldn't help but notice that he had a model-esque type beauty about him. The young man had a sketchbook in his lap and a pencil clamped between his teeth. What he could be drawing at this time of night she didn't know, for as a human he wouldn't be able to see too well under this faint moonlight. Nonetheless, she was interested in what he was out here for, so late.

"Hello," she called to him kindly as she got even closer, catching the slightest scent of apple around him.

[zaach]

Completely oblivious. That's what he was. Completely and utterly - okay, so that's how he wanted to be, but he knew that it wasn't going to be very long before the gravitational force of non-oblivious-ness would pull him down to the ground and force feed him politically correct fairy tales about Vampires and Werewolves until he screamed for them to stop and became a stranger to his own self. He knew for a fact that it would remind him of a scene out of Peter Pan - some Disney film or something that had been a huge hit for kids, or whatever.

These thoughts and such came at such a rush to his brain that he felt he was going to melt. He 'knew' that they existed, but chose to ignore this fact and instead concentrate on more pressing matters. Like trying to make a living out of freelancing with his artistry and photographer; which was coming along a lot better than he had originally anticipated. He didn't have an urgency for money at the moment so he was perfectly content; as was Zuly - which was also a good thing. Just of late he'd been getting a lot of work so he was always kept on his toes. However, tonight he'd finished everything he'd needed to do, he just wanted inspiration.

The sunrise on the horizon.

He was so immersed, so completely oblivious to the world around him that he didn't even notice the person a little way away from where he had situated himself. Neither did he hear the person's footsteps as he just sat there and sat there, almost like he was wishing his life away- though he wasn't. In fact, he noticed nothing at all until said person walked closer and called out a hello in a kind tone to him.

Then he jumped.

"I DO BELIEVE IN FAIRIES!"

His French accent was laced with obvious embarrassment about being caught off-guard as he flailed around for half a minute before remembering where he was and catching himself before he got too out of hand. He straightened the book in his lap, picked up his fallen pencil and ran his fingers through his delicate hair. He cleared his throat and looked up at the woman stood next to him. The one who had scared the living daylights out of him - not that he was going to admit that.

Clearing his throat again, he nodded his towards the woman in a polite gesture before turning his attention back to his sketch book. "Bonjour." He mumbled to her.

[kira]

"I DO BELIEVE IN FAIRIES!"

A loud giggle escaped Meadhbh but she quickly bit her lip to stop it, not wanting to embarrass him more than he already was. You could practically feel the blushing in his voice. She'd never scared someone so bad that they had spewed complete random madness, such as things about fairies, but it was a nice change from the usual screaming that she received. And that french accent made it even better, adding to the absurdity. Though, she found that it well suited his appearance.

"Bonjour."


"Bonjour," she said softly, stopping beside him and looking down at the book in his lap.

She knew a little french, and she enjoyed speaking it when she could, even if it wasn't good enough to carry on a conversation with. For a moment, she was quiet then plopped down beside him in the sand, keeping her eyes on his sketchbook, trying to make out what he was drawing

"Je m'appelle Meadhbh," she couldn't help a little chuckle from tainting her accent; the french and the Gaelic name sounding odd together. "Et toi?"

It seemed that all the energy that she had tonight was making her more gregarious than usual, as she usually wouldn't risk feeling silly speaking french around a stranger, especially one that she guessed was fluent. Right now though, it felt alright. It was a lonely beach and company was welcome. It wasn't even a sure thing that they would meet again or talk too long, or, she had to admit, that she wouldn't try to eat him. It would be a shame though if she was pulled to take him as a meal. He had a strange personality. This was the way of most artists she had met, but very few other artists she knew had an accent like his, and that intrigued her.

[zaach]

At the giggle from the stranger, Lukasz raised his eyebrow at her and tilted his head slightly to one side, looking at her with a rather strange expression on his face. He wasn't used to people laughing at him - whether it was a giggle or not he did not care. It usually made him testy and he got annoyed quicker than you could say 'oops', for a human he's a very violent young man. He studied her face quicker and made the assumption that she'd never heard a French man say utter nonsense- not that admitting you believed in fairies was nonsense, but you know, whatever, right?

Lukasz eyes followed the woman as she moved closer to where he was seated and looked down at his book. Now, he wasn't one for sharing his toys and stuff as a child, but since he'd gotten older? Well, he still didn't like sharing, unless of course it was his art, but even then he wouldn't share it with a person unless it was completed. He got rather particular about things like that and 'territorial' - that's what he liked to call it.

"Je m'appelle Meadhbh, et toi?"

[/b] Now it was his turn to laugh, or rather snort as he attempted to disguise his laughter with a cough. Which clearly failed. The woman's Gaelic name sounded hilarious pronounced in the French accent with the words. He stifled his choking cough slash laughter with the clearing of his throat and ran his fingers over the top of his head.

"My name is Lukasz." He spoke deliberately in English just to be annoying. Lookin back up at her, he shielded his sketch book away from prying eyes and closed it, placing the pencil in his mouth and looking up at her. "Isn't it a little late to be wandering around alone?" He inquired, not knowin her 'status' in this world.[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]

[kira]

A soft grin tickled the corner of Meadhbh's lips at his own stifled laugh. Hell, she didn't mind being laughed at, unless of course it was by some asshole-leech. But he was human, and she couldn't really take anything he thought of her too seriously. It also amused her that he would be so reluctant to let her see his art. She could tease him about this, but that seemed just little too extreme to be poking fun at a complete stranger, even if she did know his name now. Lukasz. She rolled the word silently over her tongue a few times, yet it didn't seem to fit.

"I couldn't seem to sleep," the woman said eventually, shrugging softly, "haven't really been able to for a while."

It was just a bit more interesting as to why he was out here, by himself. As a wolf, Meadhbh couldn't be bothered to keep normal hours, she didn't have to work anyway. But most humans that she knew kept a regular schedule, one that would ensure that they wouldn't find themselves alone, in the dark, with a crowd of other human's. The city was dangerous anyway.

"I was about to ask you the same question," she smiled, "and what exactly you could be drawing? I mean, it's not like you could see much in this light, the sun's only starting to rise. Still pretty dark..."

Did this sound offending in any way? It might to him, he seemed a bit touchy about his pride. But if she got him just a bit peeved, wouldn't that just make things more interesting? At least she didn't add anything like, 'weak...' or 'measly...' human. Would it elicit an amusing response? Yes. Was it against normal societal politeness? Most certainly.

((Oh, the shortness!))