Sebastian watched with mild amusement in Quin's obvious delight at going through the bags' items. She didn't seem to even notice or care that neither he nor Myrddin were moving an inch to help her go through the bags. Myrddin had gotten mostly purple and blue garments, or combinations of them. There was a vivid dark green cloth that flashed a moment before in the last bag Quin found the more flamboyantly colored clothes. He cast a disapproving glance at Myrddin, but it didn't seem that Quin was too upset with them. He was getting very smug vibes from his lover, but as long as Quin was happy with them, they couldn't be too bad. She still hadn't put the blue dress from the first bag back up, having laid it gently on the arm of the couch while she searched. Finally, he spoke, breaking the rustle-silence-rustle-squeal-rustle repeat. "I take it you like them, then?"
"It's.. honestly.. just wow. Maybe a little much." Quin breathed out as she eyed the blue dress as she put back a bright orange shirt in the bag. "But damn me if I don't." Complete admiration flooded her voice, and she was fighting the urge to jump on the two to express her gratitude. It felt like all her birthdays and Christmases rolled into one wonderful package. The bright smile drained from her face as a sobering thought came to her head and she looked at the two men snuggled under the blanket. "You really shouldn't have though. Why are you guys always so nice to me?"
Myrddin muttered lowly to Sebastian, "That's some gratitude she has." She hadn't said another word to him since that comment about painting fingernails and reading Vogue. He knew it shouldn't bother him since he knew she was joking, but it was disturbing him more that he didn't actually mind the idea at all. Exasperated at her attitude, he spat out, "Can't someone be nice to you without you thinking it suspicious?"
Quin rolled her eyes as she stood, expecting that answer. "Well, other than you two, the amount of people that have been nice to me for no reason at all has been zero. So what is it?" She pointed at them and shook her head, "I haven't forgotten how we met. I've just been avoiding this question because I honestly didn't want the niceness to end. But.." she stopped and lowered her hand. "this is starting to feel like bribery and I don't like it."
Sebastian smirked. She was a bright one and he wasn't surprised at the question. She'd always been reluctant to take anything for free, and with her just coming out of the hospital it made her feel even worse knowing she couldn't pay them back. He was glad to see the self reliance had lasted in his lineage. He squeezed Myrddin's shoulder gently. It was time to tell her the big secret. "Well, since you insist, perhaps you could change into some of your new apparel and come back in here to discuss it?"
Quin paused, not expecting Sebastian to agree so readily that there was a reason behind them being nice, but nodded. I knew it was too good to be true. God, I hope he doesn't want me to have his or Myrddin's baby. That's going to be awkward to explain... She picked up a bag of clothing with one hand, almost not being able to lift the bag and grabbed the dress from the couch arm with the other. In an awkward way, she shambled to her bedroom, leaving the boys on the couch. Her mind wandered, and she couldn't help think, Can vampires even have babies?
"We better get up and dressed before she gets back." Sebastian sighed, moving underneath Myrddin. He didn't really want to, but he also didn't want her to think the worst first off.
"You really going to tell her now?" Myrddin asked curiously. He looked up and caught Sebastian's asking gaze and hastily said. "Kinda seems like a one-two punch. You know, 'You have no family' then 'Hey, you know, really you do.'" He shrugged as he got up from his comfortable position on top of Sebastian, "Not that it matters to me. Your decision to tell her since she's yours."
Sebastian raised his eyebrows as Myrddin left his lap and over to grab his pants that had been tossed behind the television somehow. Myrddin pulled them on, and Sebastian just couldn't help thinking about taking them off again, which brought a mischievous smirk to his face. Moving under the blanket, he stood and went over to the thermostat, raising the temperature for Quin. Vampires didn't really have a preference for temperature, but certain activities did raise body temperatures. Myrddin tossed Sebastian his pants after a few moments of rummaging to find them. He slipped them on with ease and fastened them. It was only a few seconds before Myrddin had found all their articles of clothing - how a sock had managed to get in the potted plant across the room, Sebastian didn't want to know. They both opted for no clothing other than pants, and stacked the extra clothes on a barstool.
Sebastian picked up bags of clothing and put it at the entrance to downstairs for Quin to pick up on the way back to her bedroom, surprised at how heavy they felt. Not that it was a problem for him, of course. One of the perks of incredible strength. He was just settling back down on the couch when Myrddin jumped on top of him and nuzzled his neck. With a small nip on his lover's lips, he whispered, "Quin could be coming back in at any moment." Myrddin opened his mouth to give back a tart reply before an unsure voice called from the entryway.
"Boy, Sebastian. You sure called that." Quin laughed nervously, walking carefully towards them. Quin felt like she was walking on pins and needles towards them. The dress wasn't uncomfortable, it was more then sensation that she didn't have pants on and wasn't in a bathrobe. The sleeves came just past her elbows, and it was obvious that this dress was meant to fit someone taller than herself. It was a loose on her, but if she continued eating regularly she would gain that. Despite that, she truly wanted to give Myrddin a kiss for picking out this dress. She loved blue. She had bunched up the end to pick it up so she wouldn't trip over it, and she held the excess off to the side with one hand, making her feel like a little like a silly princess. Over her other arm was Sebastian's bathrobe folded in half.
Her steps were small and unsure until she got to the chair, when she turned and sat as regally as a queen where she dropped the excess on the floor where it hid her feet. She really, really wanted to put her feet in the chair, but she didn't want to wrinkle the dress. Nervously, she straightened the material on her lap before laying Sebastian's bathrobe on it. She was sitting on the edge in more ways than one and she fought the urge to turn her head down and blush. Instead, she met Sebastian's eyes, then Myrddin's and gave them a small smile. "I really like the dress." Then she still felt the heat from blushing on her face. Damnable nervous habit! she thought to herself.
Sebastian's eyebrows were arched in surprise. He had seen it, but he didn't think she'd choose that in particular. And she seemed so very nervous in it. He almost felt sorry for her... almost. It had been her choice to wear it, after all. Myrddin seemed just as stunned as he did, but he broke the silence with a smooth, "You look very lovely, Quin."
"Yeah! Like a girl!" Myrddin blurted out. His eyes were wide in surprise and he had bolted up from Sebastian when Quin had come into view. He had done a good job on the dress, and it loosely hugged what little curves she had. Might've been a little long, but that could easily be remedied by some light tailoring. He wondered if his sister could give him any tips while Sebastian was thinking that Myrddin's response had been less than tactful.
Quin broke into a relieved grin. She hadn't been sure how the boys would react, and the first time wearing a dress at all made her doubly nervous. She laughed softly and put a strand of her black hair behind her ear, rolling her eyes. "Wow Myrddin, that's a good observation there that I'm a girl. This the first time you realize that?" It sounded rhetorical. The dress made her feel more vulnerable for some reason and she hugged her knees. Her grin was wiped from her face as she got right down to business. "Okay Sebastian. 'Fess up. Why are you guys so nice to me?"
Sebastian nodded and Myrddin's leaned back on him for the spiel. "Well, you already know that I'm a vampire..." Sebastian paused, wondering if that was the best way to start it.
Quin, in the meantime had nodded curtly at his pause. "Yeah. And you're immortal and pretty much indestructible." She added mentally, Except for a few things, one of which is you drinking my blood, which means I'm pretty safe from you on being drained or turned myself. She didn't see where this was going. What did his being a vampire had to do with anything... unless he was trying to skirt the topic that Myrddin wasn't? She braced herself mentally for telling him what he had planned couldn't happen in any lifetime. Course, she was assuming that Myrddin was okay with the topic since he wasn't screaming and whining like a little girl.
Sebastian nodded, deciding it was a good starting place. "I am a very old vampire. Before I was... changed... I had a wife and family. As they aged, they had their own children and so on and so forth. They scattered from Europe, taking boats to the new country - this country. And migrated." Quin was looking utterly confused on what this had to do with her. He had to get to the point. "I tracked them because they were mine. Most have passed on, but I remain." He paused, adding the real blow as soft and gently as possible. "You remain."
Quin eyebrows were furrowed in confusion, trying to piece together what he could be getting on about. Why tell her about his history? He never had before, and she had never asked. She almost didn't catch that last softly spoken sentence he said, and almost blurted out, "I remain what?" Then it hit her, he had been talking about his family. He remained, and I remained? Her eyes widened, it dawning on her. Events from the past flooded her mind, the fact he couldn't stand the taste of her blood to the point of sickness, his kindness and unnecessary warmth. Her voice was shaky when she spoke. "Are.. are you...?" She couldn't bring herself to say it, but tears sprang to her eyes. She fought them back and drew in a steadying breath, but there was still a quaver in her voice as she spoke. "I'm not alone?"
Myrddin was wisely keeping out of this, and Sebastian only nodded, watching Quin's reaction keenly for anything from crying to cursing. It didn't take a genius to figure out she was upset. She stood and his bathrobe fell off her lap. She seemed almost in a daze as she picked up the hem of her dress and walked over to where they sat. She stood there, not meeting their eyes, and staring down at their feet.
Quin wasn't sure whether to be happy, sad, angry, or any number of other emotions that were now coursing through her at that simple nod. She was in a daze as she walked to stand next to them. Thoughts were racing through her head, not many of the pleasant at all. Finally her eyes looked up, meeting Sebastian's. The confused emotions surely could be read on her face, but her voice was firmer, "I am not alone?"
"No." Sebastian said, meeting her disconcertingly crazed gaze with a coolness that surprised himself. For a moment a triumphant blaze went through her eyes before it was dampened by a dark glaze. She turned and gathered her dress around her knees before sprinting away from them. Her feet padded down the stairs, fading until there was a sharp slam of a door. The two men were silent for a moment before Myrddin stood up and walked towards the kitchen to put up the leftover Chinese.
"She's real pissed at you. I'd take the key to the door when you go. I suggest you go quick. She needs you." Myrddin said softly. There was no way he was going to get dragged into this farther than he had to. The only thing he could be used for was a target. Quin had a good arm on her.
Sebastian sighed, but didn't need to be told twice. He went to the kitchen and got the door keys from a hook and gave Myrddin a kiss on the cheek. He was walking down the stairs in the next moment when he heard the front door close. He paused; that could only mean one thing. A Gaelic curse passed his lips directed towards his descendant before he was at full speed and out the door a few seconds later after passing the final stairs.