Chapter 17
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Hmm…has anyone else here read Beverly Farmer's "Milk"? It's a short story from her collection, set in Greece, I was reading it the other day for Lit revision and came across the term "lykanthropos" which means werewolf. And it got me thinking, Lykan, wouldn't that be an absolutely to die for name for a guy? Anyway, while sitting at my desk thinking on this revelation, a sudden image roared its way into my mind (literally) astride a blazing Harley Davidson motorbike, gleaming black and silver "Lykan" howled his way into my life. He's not a muse (Thank God, 8 is enough as it is) but I say unashamedly he is my dream guy. Picture this, tall (about 6'5", a head taller than me or a little more), a shadowed, dark face with a strong jaw, he looks good either clean shaven or with stubble, black eyes, flecked with gold, dark black brown hair, slightly longish that curls down the nape of his neck, about 25 (Not my dream age! Horror! I'd prefer 34, but I'm not about to argue), lean but broad shouldered (not too broad) kind of a Gerry-ish way, minimal chest hair, thick strong arms, tanned skin, large hands, neat nails that are slightly sharp, black somewhat ripped T-shirt, long legs, covered by well-favoured jeans, a black leather jacket, and a long duster for special occasions, black boots, a loping kind of walk/run, but he can stalk like a panther, an absolute Adonis of a chest and immensely strong. And dangerous, my God is he dangerous! You never want to cross this wolf of a man, your life would not be worth living. Violently passionate in everything he loves (including the bedroom) a virtuoso violinist, he can spell you with his music, and perhaps best of all…a Scottish rumble that purrs and vibrates in his chest to match a voice that makes your insides curl.
He's definitely not Gerry, far from it, but there are common elements, Lord knows how one word inspired such a man, especially when I had nowhere to draw him from, but my God…I'm still in shock three days later, so if anyone finds him, tell him I want my Wolf now.
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onelastchance: You must be patient, I loathe exams, I wrote this yesterday after my Biol and Maths ones, the posterior thing was a little ooc, but I felt obliged to put it in, definitely a chest girl here, but oddly enough i find it a hard thing to write on...meh, i dunno, I'm rambling (again)
Jen Lennon: (swoons along side) wasnt it just?
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mrs. malfoy: (hands her a drool bucket) I guess you can drool if you feel the need, nope, never watched 24, actually my TV just died(horror!)
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MasqueradingThroughLife: Erik...shut up, let MTL drool if she wants, you go...play nintendo or something (My own Erik chokes in the background) well figure out somthing, do my chemistry for example, and leave us to swoon in peace
PJBG: It was described as a slasher, the first 45 minutes are somewhat gruesome (But I'm a monster fiend so that stuff doesnt bother me, not sure on you though). I dont know if garlic helps with Dracula 2000, it actually had a really cool take on him, its worth watching just for that (though he dies! my Gerry with fangs dies! No!) I'm not good with scaring but Vampires make my knees go weak.
Reltistic: Gerik Gerik GERIK! Must return Timeline to the videoshop, its already 4 days overdue on a one night borrow, as well as Leroux to the Library.
"Erik will you please hold still!" The Phantom froze in his seat and sank lower with a sigh, above and behind him Louise rolled her eyes and combed a lock of damp hair and snipped carefully with her scissors, neatening the shaggy pile.
"I hardly see why this is all that necessary," Erik pointed out grumpily, crossing his arms over his chest, shrugging his shoulders in the coarse fabric of a new shirt, a firm hand clamped down on the crown of his head as he went to shake a few strands from in front of his eyes, "It's necessary," Louise instructed as she gave a slight snip down near his collar, "Because you are beginning to resemble a haystack, and I'll be damned if I let you wander around my house looking like a horse's tail,"
Erik gave a sigh of longsuffering acceptance, "Yes Louise," he groaned, giving up.
"Oh don't sigh at me like I'm a spinster aunt," she laughed, "You make me feel old,"
"You old?" Erik nearly turned his head, then winced and stayed still as Louise's silver scissors sheared dangerously close to his ear, "You're no more than twenty,"
"Twenty one actually, old enough to know better, young enough not to care," she laughed, "Will you hold still!" a few more, seemingly random clips to Erik, and she dusted the loose hairs from his shoulders, "There," she crossed around to face him, Erik looked up at her from the kitchen chair with an expression of faint disbelief on his face, the slight quirk of his eyebrows spoke more eloquently than words at his incredulity she had just spent a determined half hour trimming and snipping his hair. The question in his eyes, Why bother? The scissors sclicked closed as Louise reached out and trimmed a stray hair hanging over his eyes, then folded her arms and looked at him self satisfactorily. "Much better," she smiled, shifting to slide her scissors home into their place in her sewing kit, "I can see your eyes now,"
"I could see perfectly well before your snipping frenzy," Erik grumbled deep in his chest.
"But you have such pretty eyes," Louise half teased, Erik's gaze went ice blue in surprise, "I beg your pardon?" he unfolded himself from the wooden chair and towered over her, disdainfully brushing cut hair from his broad shoulders with elegant flicks of his fingers.
"Well…they really are one of your best features," Louise spoke into her kit, Erik gazed at her in surprise, was his healer blushing?
"I wasn't aware I even had a best feature," he murmured softly, Louise whirled around smartly to reprimand him for speaking as such, then her mouth closed as she saw his gently touching the ruined marring on his face.
"Everyone has a best feature Erik," she told him, voice light, but grey eyes grave, she reached out a rosemary hand and covered his fingers with her own, slowly tracing the cursed lines on the deformed side of his face. Hesitantly, Erik pressed into her hand, lowering his own while butting at her fingers like a kitten starved for attention. His eyes dropped shut as he nuzzled her palm, eager to be touched, for his face to be caressed with the soothing warmth of her fingers, his warm breath rolled down her arm, a silent goggle rolled around her throat and she reached up to take the former Phantom's great head in both her small hands, forcing him to look at her. "They aren't always in plain sight, but they are there,"
Erik smiled briefly, the muscles of his face moving awkwardly against the framing of Louise's hands. An unfamiliar rush of warmth ran down from her fingers to her spine and she dropped her fingers, Erik held back a sigh as the light summer air kissed his cheek, where the warmth of her hands still lingered. "Then yours is easy to see," he told her solemnly.
"Oh?" Louise looked up and caught his eyes changing from blue turquoise, "And what might that be?"
"Mercy," he told her simply, reaching out a long fingered hand to cradle her own face, his eyes stayed turquoise, but within a fearful caged animal raged in horror that she would reject his touch...she did not. "All your actions are driven by compassion, it's obvious in the way you move,"
Louise however had gone dead white, putting up a hand to catch Erik's in her own, squeezing gently to hold him still, "Mercy you say" she murmured, she shook her head to clear it of some thought, and attempted a smile, "It appears you know me far to well, Monsieur Erik,"
"I'm getting there," the jibe was a reminder of how little he truly knew of her, he watched as she fumbled with her kit, finally managing to tie the knots and push the bag to one side. (Indeed you are, Erik) she thought to herself, she glanced out the window at the fresh summer air, Erik was still watching her intensely, perhaps it hadn't been such a good idea to reveal his eyes. Her gaze dropped to the fresh loaf of bread and cooling biscuits she had made that morning, she turned and smiled at Erik, who allowed a rare and genuine smile to reflect back through his own distorted features, "There's a beautiful little brook in a part of my forest Erik, what do you say to a picnic?"
Lykan…mmm…and he loves me, I may not know where he is right now but I know that much, deeply, passionately, jealously, heart body and soul…and now I cant wait to find him. Which oddly enough I get the feeling I will, the year after next, when I move to Adelaide for Uni.