"You used your powers on me?" Seth asked in astonishment as he sat on the couch gripping his freshly brewed hot chocolate. He felt little, like a pawn in a game bigger than everything around him; just because he was so easy to hypnotize. Despite the shaky feeling in his head, he felt ashamed about losing control on someone who used to be a big part of his life. One of his best friends made him lose control… why was he so quick to react?
"I didn't mean that you were easy to get control of… I-I've just been using my power along time." Poppy says trying to ease his mind any way she could. Putting away the last of the groceries she moved swiftly to kneel in front of him. She wanted to see his face and make sure he was alright after what had happened to him. Poppy herself was surprised that she had been able to pull off something as powerful as controlling two people without anyone noticing.
"What exactly happened?" Seth asked not taking his eyes of the blurriness of the floor. With a sigh Poppy leans back on her legs and runs a hand through the loose strands of her black locks.
"You just lost control so fast and I needed to stop you before you did something I knew you'd regret. So when you lifted him up off the floor I grabbed ahold of your mind with my voice." She spat out rapidly. "A-and when I got you to put him down I caught Nate's sight and made him just leave. Thankfully there was no one around us to see, but I made sure to keep ahold of you until we got home… just in case." She placed a hand lightly on his knee lovingly, "I'm sorry for using my powers on you, but I didn't see any other way. We've already gone to great lengths to make sure we can stay here in Forks…"
"I know." He interrupts, "I get it okay… it's just a lot to take in right now." Seth says finally looking at her. "I just can't believe I was able to snap so fast." Leaning back he places his cup on the table behind him and stretches his arms. Seizing the opportunity Poppy climbs next to him and snuggles into his side taking in the body heat. "Was I scary?" Seth asked as he wrapped his arm around her.
"Kind of." She says as she traces circles on his broad chest over his heart, "Only because I've never seen you that mad before… but if I'm being totally honest, I found it kind of cute how you lost control to defend me." She snickered. With an eyebrow raised he looks down at her to be flashed with her killer smile that made him go weak in the knees.
"Oh really…." Seth says before he begins to kiss her neck while pulling her closer. As they kissed and rolled around Poppy could feel her body yearn for more. After every kiss she fought the urge to whimper from the loss of contact. The idea of intimacy and sex wasn't something they as a couple had talked about, which made it sort of uncomfortable for Poppy. Her past as well as the generation she came from all took a toll on how she viewed affection. As Seth began to reach down and caressed her outer thigh she felt a rush of mixed emotions, but the one that stood out was fear. Before she could gather the courage to stop Seth's hand, he feels her tense up at his kiss. He stops before sighing and collapsing onto her chest, "I don't want to rush things." He simply says. Seth knew that if he had mentioned he noticed how uncomfortable she was feeling Poppy would let the guilt eat her alive.
With a chuckle she sighs in relief and relaxes under Seth's limp body, "Well are you going to get up?" she asked, but only tiny snores answered. Twirling his short, brown hair Poppy thinks to herself; trying to figure out how she's going to fix the mess that is her mind.
The night sky was dark and cold as Poppy sat on the roof, admiring the starry sky. There was always so much going through her head that sometimes even dancing couldn't help. Being outside in nature was something she enjoyed doing even in her mortal life. Ever since she was a little girl she would find place in trees and flower beds to call her own. What started off as an escape from an evil man became a ritual that could never die. As long as she could see the stars, feel the breeze, and smell the trees she was at peace. "Oh so you're out here?" Seth's voice emerges from the window. As a gust of wind rushes past her she turns with it to face her love. Smiling she pats her hand on the place next to her. Slowly he inches out onto the roof taking in her scent that was intoxicating him by the minute; with the breeze flowing intensely around them Seth could smell nothing, but lemons.
"Isn't it beautiful out here?" she remarks, tilting her head back as if to welcome the scene before her.
"Yea it is actually." Seth answers looking onto the dark horizon lit by a crescent moon, he was almost taken back by the new view he had of the land his family was able to roam. "I've never had this view before. It's much nicer than the mountain on our territory." He laughs.
"Really?" Poppy questions, "I wish I could see it from your reservation I bet it looks just the same."
"Well can't you? I mean you've been on our land before since you're not really a cold one. I could take you some time when things settle down again." Her face instantly lights up at the thought of getting another view of the tree line that fueled her energy, but slowly dimed at the remembrance of the past.
"Maybe that's not such a good idea." Poppy whispers.
"What? Why not?" He asks almost offended at the rejection of an almost second date.
"Do you not remember what happened the last time I stepped on your land? I'd rather not cause any more tension to build around you and your family." Snapping her head to look at him Seth could almost make out the light bulb going off in her head. "Oh right have you talked to your mom?" Seth face softens as he looks off into the distance not really paying attention to the scenery. He hadn't heard his mother's voice since before he left Sam's pack.
"Uh," he starts as he squints his eyes in an attempt not to let his emotions shine through, "No I haven't, but I'm sure she's fine. Leah's there and the council is keeping her busy… I'm sure." Holding her legs to her chest Poppy laid her head down to rest on her knees and stared at Seth with an unconvinced look.
"Why don't you go pay your mom a visit tomorrow?" she inquires. Seth begins to open him mouth to retort, but Poppy shushes him with a perfectly manicured finger. Pressing it gently to his lips he stares back her bug eyed, "No Seth you need to go okay." Taking her finger back she looks out at the horizon, "Even if they've told her you're fine I'm sure she still can't rest until she actually sees you."
Seth keeps his eyes on Poppy as she smiles into the distance and a question comes into mind that he can't help, but ask. He knew that her past was a touchy subject and that mostly all of her memories were incredibly dark, but still this question kept scratching at his brain. "Pops…?" he starts slowly. She turns to face him and tilts her head to one side cutely, "What was your mom like?" he spits out quietly. By the way her smile fades he can she's heard him, "I's okay you don't have to answer that." He says looking down at his shaking hands.
"No it's fine." Her voice echoes through his ears as the happiness has returned. He looks up at her to find the beautiful smile back in its place, "My mother was… beautiful." She begins, "I mean gorgeous she had long, straight, black hair that would curl perfectly at the ends. Ugh and a body that could stop a truck. She always wore simple dress that flared out at the bottom… kind of like Lucy from 'I Love Lucy' show." She explained in excitement. Seth nodded and followed everything she said as if it was the answers to a big test. "When we had a farm she used to always walk around barefoot, but once we got one of those show-house type houses my mother always wore heels." She snickered as she looked into her thoughts. "They were always the same red heels too." Laughing out loud Poppy switched from Seth's eyes to the horizon. "There was this one time when we had barely moved into the nice house that the neighbors came out to meet us and boy did they get a surprise! This 'dark' woman shacking it up with a handsome white man… they almost lynched us right then and there. They used to always make fun of her cause she refused to cut her hair since she kept some of our Native American beliefs." She grabbed most of her hair and stroked it gently, "That's why she never cut my hair."
"Were you guys still connected to your tribe?" Seth asks suddenly. Poppy shakes her head slowly without meeting his eyes.
"After the war my mother cut all connections with them and we moved around California a lot." A grim expression made its way on Poppy's face and Seth knew it was time to stop questioning. He inched closer to her to only brush his shoulder onto hers, making her flinch slightly until she realized it was Seth. With an audible sigh she leaned her head on his shoulder and continued to look up at the night sky. They sit in silence until the obnoxious sound of an engine calls them back into the house.