^_^ My turn again! Yay! Oooooh, I got to kiss Raziel...HAPPINESS! Okay,
gonna get a grip now.
I turned over in my bed. Why had I been dared to kiss Raziel? I mean, hell, I wasn't complaining, but...I felt...weird. And I couldn't sleep. I got out of bed, and headed downstairs. For there was one thing, and one thing alone, that always made me feel better. And that thing was in the kitchen.
"You're up late," a voice remarked. I jumped, and turned to see Rahab sitting at the table, reading a book. He was so predictable.
"It's Friday night, it's not like there's school tomorrow," I replied. I read the title of the book he was pouring over. I smirked. "No way. The Lord of The Rings?"
"Mmmm," he nodded. A man of few words, Rahab.
"Who's your favorite character? I like Legolas, personally," I said.
"You've read this?"
"Hell yes! It rocks!"
"Nice to know I have an intellectual to relate to," he said, giving me the fang-revealing smile. Then, "What did you come down here for?"
"The undefeated cure for everything that ails me, man," I answered, opening a cabinet and holding my magical potion up for him to see. Rahab laughed.
"Coffee? This late?"
"You bet," I said, setting to the task of preparing some of Jen's instant coffee (don't ask me why she gets instant coffee) in a very large mug. I noticed Rahab looking at me curiously.
"May I ask what ails you?" he ventured as I sat down across from him with The Nectar of The Gods (also known as strong coffee with milk and sugar).
"Oh, it's...nothing really," I said. "It's actually kind of stupid, you wouldn't get it."
"Try me."
"Okay," I sighed. "You remember...that truth or dare thing?"
"I do," he said slowly. "Does this have something to do with my lecherous elder brother, per chance?"
"In a...manner of speaking. I just...I don't know, I feel weird about..."
"Kissing him," Rahab finished.
"Yeah. The whole thing is just...bizarre. I mean, damn, my first kiss came from a guy who lives on blood."
"That was your first kiss?" he asked incredulously.
"Yeah," I admitted.
"I assume you're a virgin as well."
"Yeah. Why, is that screwed up?"
"No, not at all," he said quickly. "I quite respect your self- control."
"Self-control?" I laughed. "Right."
"Well, if your purity isn't due to self-control, what else is there?"
"Look at me, Rahab," I said. "You may not have noticed this, but unlike my cousin, I am neither tall, nor thin, nor beautiful. I'm not even pretty. I have precisely dick to offer." He looked shocked.
"My God, Mona," he said, shaking his head. "Do you ever look in the mirror when you say these things?"
"I missed a flaw? Forgive me, I'll include it next time."
"The only flaw I can find in you is how you see yourself," he said. "Isn't there anything positive that you can say about you?"
"No."
"Think harder," he ordered. I sighed.
"I like my hair," I offered, gesturing to the nearly black hair that fell to my waist. "And I like the fact that I'm witty enough to be sarcastic."
"You know what I like about you?"
"Not a clue. What?"
"I like your sense of humor. I like the fact that you don't show any fear toward my kind. I like your strangely endearing addiction to coffee." He pulled me to my feet and continued, "I like how, when the light hits your hair just right, it shines like water. I like how I can see your soul by looking into your beautiful brown eyes." He tilted my face upward. I held my breath as he continued in a whisper, "I like your pretty lips." This alone was unexpected. But then he kissed me. And I didn't mind. In fact, I found myself wrapping my arms around him and kissing him back. That is, until,
"RAHAB! WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING WITH MY COUSIN!?!"
^_^ Hey, if Raziel can be a player, I can, too. Yours, Jen!
I turned over in my bed. Why had I been dared to kiss Raziel? I mean, hell, I wasn't complaining, but...I felt...weird. And I couldn't sleep. I got out of bed, and headed downstairs. For there was one thing, and one thing alone, that always made me feel better. And that thing was in the kitchen.
"You're up late," a voice remarked. I jumped, and turned to see Rahab sitting at the table, reading a book. He was so predictable.
"It's Friday night, it's not like there's school tomorrow," I replied. I read the title of the book he was pouring over. I smirked. "No way. The Lord of The Rings?"
"Mmmm," he nodded. A man of few words, Rahab.
"Who's your favorite character? I like Legolas, personally," I said.
"You've read this?"
"Hell yes! It rocks!"
"Nice to know I have an intellectual to relate to," he said, giving me the fang-revealing smile. Then, "What did you come down here for?"
"The undefeated cure for everything that ails me, man," I answered, opening a cabinet and holding my magical potion up for him to see. Rahab laughed.
"Coffee? This late?"
"You bet," I said, setting to the task of preparing some of Jen's instant coffee (don't ask me why she gets instant coffee) in a very large mug. I noticed Rahab looking at me curiously.
"May I ask what ails you?" he ventured as I sat down across from him with The Nectar of The Gods (also known as strong coffee with milk and sugar).
"Oh, it's...nothing really," I said. "It's actually kind of stupid, you wouldn't get it."
"Try me."
"Okay," I sighed. "You remember...that truth or dare thing?"
"I do," he said slowly. "Does this have something to do with my lecherous elder brother, per chance?"
"In a...manner of speaking. I just...I don't know, I feel weird about..."
"Kissing him," Rahab finished.
"Yeah. The whole thing is just...bizarre. I mean, damn, my first kiss came from a guy who lives on blood."
"That was your first kiss?" he asked incredulously.
"Yeah," I admitted.
"I assume you're a virgin as well."
"Yeah. Why, is that screwed up?"
"No, not at all," he said quickly. "I quite respect your self- control."
"Self-control?" I laughed. "Right."
"Well, if your purity isn't due to self-control, what else is there?"
"Look at me, Rahab," I said. "You may not have noticed this, but unlike my cousin, I am neither tall, nor thin, nor beautiful. I'm not even pretty. I have precisely dick to offer." He looked shocked.
"My God, Mona," he said, shaking his head. "Do you ever look in the mirror when you say these things?"
"I missed a flaw? Forgive me, I'll include it next time."
"The only flaw I can find in you is how you see yourself," he said. "Isn't there anything positive that you can say about you?"
"No."
"Think harder," he ordered. I sighed.
"I like my hair," I offered, gesturing to the nearly black hair that fell to my waist. "And I like the fact that I'm witty enough to be sarcastic."
"You know what I like about you?"
"Not a clue. What?"
"I like your sense of humor. I like the fact that you don't show any fear toward my kind. I like your strangely endearing addiction to coffee." He pulled me to my feet and continued, "I like how, when the light hits your hair just right, it shines like water. I like how I can see your soul by looking into your beautiful brown eyes." He tilted my face upward. I held my breath as he continued in a whisper, "I like your pretty lips." This alone was unexpected. But then he kissed me. And I didn't mind. In fact, I found myself wrapping my arms around him and kissing him back. That is, until,
"RAHAB! WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING WITH MY COUSIN!?!"
^_^ Hey, if Raziel can be a player, I can, too. Yours, Jen!