Aerin Thomas: The man is standing in the
back yard, leaning against the wall, underneath the kitchen window. Despite the
below-freezing temperature, the man is actually scantily clad...in a pair of
sweat pants, nothing on north of the waist, or on his feet. The scar fetish
keeps his chest warm, and he doesn't seem to notice the cold creeping into his
limbs. A cigarette rests in his hand as he stares out at the garden, the
expression on his face somewhat blank.
Ita McNairee: *she smells like cinnamon and
sleep. Baby's are carefully tucked away inside, the dogs keeping every eye on
them, and ethan as well, last she'd checked. the pikey spent less and less time
in the house lately. upon waking up alone she's stumbled out to the back yard,
curled up tight in a sweater and moccassins.. she's wrapped up tight, but for
the skirt, peering around bleerily*
Ita McNairee:
d10: per alert: 5,7,3,5,
Aerin Thomas:
d10: Per+Alert: 7,9,4,6,4,7,
Ita McNairee: *she stands, peering about and
rubbing her hair like some oversized rodent, cleaning herself. its not till she
turns around she sees aerin and skitterss sideways with a high yelp and a hand
to her thigh*
Aerin Thomas: He notices the door open, but
doesn't look over, smiling slightly as he picks up the familiar smell. "Hey,
love." The cigarette is raised to his lips, taking a deep drag from it and
exhaling, carcinogenic smoke mixing with the steam of his breath to drift into
the air and dissipate.
Ita McNairee: *a swallow, tenseness bleeding
out of her frame the instant eyes light upon more than a shadowy ciggarrete
smoking man, and make out long hair and a slightly baby face. she smiles hand
coming to her heart* Och.. *she chides, slipping close, instinctively pressing
his wrist to move the smoke away. old habits and all that. her hand findes his
chest*.. ye'll catch yer death..
Aerin Thomas: "It's fine." He shrugs,
easily moving the hand when she presses, moving the cigarette away. His hand,
chilled to the bone, comes up to press over hers, fingers closing over it and
pressing it gently to the wamrth of his breastbone. "I've been doing jogs around
in the early morning...to build up my endurance. This is...well, it's fuckin'
cold, but I'm okay."
Ita McNairee: *still, she frets over him,
rubbing a shoulder with a jingle, warmth of a curvy body pressed against him
tightly. hot lips pattering affectionate kisses over his collar bone before he's
granted repreive from her smothering, and she looks up*.. an wha finds ye oot o
bed taenecht darlin? bad dreams?
Aerin Thomas: He doesn't respond for a
little while, shrugging slightly. Feet shift a little bit in the grass and the
morning dew, flicking droplets around. "Went and saw Siren the other day. She
says hi."
Ita McNairee: och, siren's a good sort...
*she watches him, brown eyes touching his face in a gentle question*
Aerin Thomas: He smirks faintly, drawing
the cigarette up for another drag on the far side of his mouth from the Rroma
woman. "She's a Black Spiral Dancer, Ita. A servant of the Wyrm. She fights the
same people we do, but for different reasons, and in the end, she serves the
enemy of the Goddess."
Ita McNairee: doesnae make 'er nae a good
sort. *she slides a hand up to drag her hands through his hair, a warm kiss
pressed to his jaw*.. boot ah see she troubled ye soom. wannan tae talk aboot
et?
Aerin Thomas: His jaw pulses, but he nods.
"I've..." He sighs. "I find myself conflicted, love. Very, very conflicted. Torn
between purpose and duty. If any of the others knew..." He shakes his head. "It
wouldn't be good. And that's about an understatement at the level of saying that
Trevor had a few issues he needed to work on. At the same time..." He shrugs.
"She's family. And helping her is part of my purpose. So I can't."
Ita McNairee: *she frowns slightly. Its
clear the little pikey doesn't fully understand the idea of Siren being against
his duty. she chews on this a moment, the just hugs close. maybe that would
help*
Aerin Thomas: The sudden intrustion of warm
to his frozen body brings a shiver to his frame, though hardly an unwelcome one.
"I've been an idiot, Ita. And a heavily deluded one at that. And what's more,
I'm choosing to stay deluded on top of it all."
Ita McNairee: och. an effen ye were tae look
only o wha ye should dae, an nae be deluded et aul....? *she asks, rubbing hands
along his back under the curtain of his hair, jingling as friction warms him
some*
Aerin Thomas: He's quiet for a moment, eyes
still staring out at the garden. "She told me that she'd lead me home, when I
was ready...but that I had to come by choice, or it would be enslavement over
dedication and love."
Ita McNairee: boot darlin.. *she gives
him a little shake, smiling up at him softly*... ye are hoome. *her hand slips
to his face, to draw his attention off the frosted garden and to the warm
scotswoman in front of him*.. aye?
Aerin Thomas: "Yeah." He nods, smiling
faintly as he looks down to her. A frigid arm slips around waist, over the
sweater and squeezing lightly. "Yeah, love. Yeah, I am home."
Ita McNairee: well then.. ye need nae leade,.
an be damned effen a folks gintae enslave ye wie oot aven tae gut a wee pikey
ferst. an ah like me guts en. 'ad em blown oot afore, an ah reckon they'll nae
grow back as bonnie thes time.. aye? *she sings, giving him a grin and a kiss to
the chest* hmmm. ah love ye darlin.. *she nudges him with her head* yer a good
da. an a good folk tae be wie. yer nae lost.
Aerin Thomas: "It all depends on your
perspective, I guess." He shrugs, leaning down to press his lips against
chestnut hair and the scalp underneath. "Siren seems to think otherwise." He
sighs, a chin that's starting to grow scruffy again resting on the top of her
head. "Doesn't matter. She'll be leaving soon, she said. It's getting too
dangerous for her to be here. Too many people hunting her. She's staying around
only long enough to help deal with the Spirals Bliss is hunting and the vines in
the lake in that housing development, I think."
Ita McNairee: Och.. *a smack to the man's
rump thats almost sharp, she crooks her neck to kiss his jaw, then leans back*
make yer own damned definition darlin. bollox tae tha. *she nods, and slips away
from him, jingling to the door to let out one of the puppy's which is scratching
and whining. a moments listening establishes it just needs to pee*
Aerin Thomas: He jumps a little at the
smack, looking to her, almost but not-quite annoyed, before the kiss and words
sooth him and bring a hint of a smile to his scratchy, angular face. He turns to
watch her head to the door, sighing a little...enjoying this moment, as best he
can. The quiet and the solace.
Ita McNairee: och.. *she bends down to
nuzzle the twin pups, not that she has to bend down far. a grimace as one licks
her mouth.* elch..blecht.. nae o tha.. *she wipes her face with a jingle, before
her eyes slip to the thin philodox, a cheeky smirk as she makes as if speaking
to the pups* gie enough o tha as et es...
Aerin Thomas: He chuckles a little at that
and shakes his head. "Maybe they're jealous." He takes the last drog of his
cigarette and tosses it into the garbage can he's placed outside for his butts,
turning to regard woman and dogs. "I love you."
Ita McNairee: Och ye dae dae ye? *she oas
the pups and sends them off to tear around the farm, rising with a jingle and
setting her hand on her hips, eyes twinkling merry with mischeif and pikey sass.
She's happy to have him home, and happy to see him in a mood other than
brooding, guilty, or sorrowful*
Aerin Thomas: "Well, that's the rumor,
yeah." He chuckles and moves to her, leaning down to press cold lips to her warm
ones...a strange sort of inversion, from months ago, when one thinks about it.
"So, Bliss is talking about getting a house. He says he's collecting too many
people for his apartment."
Ita McNairee: *she kisses back, nibbling
a bit in appreciation, before singing* och.. oo aul's ee gaw darlin? jes wee
brianna last ah kained..
Aerin Thomas: "Brianna's actually living
with another Garou now...a guy named Jamie. Though I'm sure Bliss is still
looking out for her." He shrugs. "He's got Catie Bellewhit living with
him...Surly isn't living with him, but she may as well be. And various other
people who pass in and out, I think."
Ita McNairee: och.. caties a darlin lass.
*she smiles, rubbing his chest abesntly as she watches the dogs dig at something
in the pasture* ye kain.. ee should jes build awn tha damned property ee're.
we're nae usen tha north pasture fer nae boot storen alfalfy.. whech ah reckon
can be set oop by tha bloody barn. *she nibbles her lip and looks up, head
cocked* be safer fer everywan tae be en wan place. aye..?
Aerin Thomas: He smiles a little bit at
that. "Yeah...I suppose it would. I'd suggested it as a possibility, but Bliss
wasn't sure if you'd be comfortable with him living up here."
Ita McNairee: ee's a wee bet like a
wart.. reckon ee's growen awn me. *she gives a cheeky smile, then grows a little
more serious*.. reckon ee reminds me o mad Ingy. ee's a shifty sort.. but ah
reckon tha's jes tha way ee es. mayhaps nae bad. *thats quite a consession from
the pikey, as she rakes a hand through her hair and wraps her arms about
herself*
Aerin Thomas: He raises an eyebrow, seeming
quite surprised and fairly pleased with her concession. "Wow. Never thought I'd
hear that out of you." He grins a little bit. "Yeah, he's a good guy. It's
just...Shadow Lords. It's the way they grow up and are brought into the Garou
Nation, you know? Ingvar and Bliss...they're the good ones. You should see some
of the Lords I've met. They have an important purpose, but..." He shrugs.
Ita McNairee: och. Shadow Lords.. tha's a
good name fer em. *she nods* shady underhanned folk. boot reckon they're
aulrecht effen they're nae against ye.. an ah thenk Ingvar's warmen tae me..
*she gives a grin and sticks her tongue out to catch one of the feeble
snowflakes flitting down from the sky*
Aerin Thomas: "Well, he's not slitting your
throat anymore. That's progress, right?" He chuckles a little, shaking his head.
Ahh, the friends he had...
Ita McNairee: och.. reckon ah'd be a mite
moore irate effen ee ded. *she gives up on the snowflakes, enough were atching
in her hair. a smile* reckon ah won tha damned quarrel anyhow.. ee's tha wan wie
scars frem et. *Ita touches her throat, as if feeling for scars that never were
there*
Aerin Thomas: "Point." He nods, leaning
down to kiss said throat, murmuring the next against her skin. "Just do me a
favor, love. Let's not run that particular melee again, hmm? I think he'll win
the next round."
Ita McNairee: *her breath catches as his
lips press against her , she murmers in something more of a growl then the
pikey'd intended* reckon ah'll dae tha. *she brings a hand up to stroke the
man's scalp, jingling as she hums in contentment*
Aerin Thomas: "Thanks." He smiles, giving a
little nip to her neck before pulling back, grinning slightly. "How are the
horses doing?"
Ita McNairee: och.. they're fiiiine... *she
shoots a hand out with a clatter, but there's no shirt to pull him back to her
with, so she's forced to settle with the waistband of his pants, shaking her
head in flushed amusement, or maybe the pink is from the cold. * tha studs a bit
o a shite tho.. *tug tug tug*
Aerin Thomas: And tugged he is, a chill
body coming up against warm pikeyness. Arms slip around her waist, linking at
her back. "Bein' ornery?"
Ita McNairee: och.. jes nae manners..
speaken o whech.. *a cheeky grin as she wraps her arms around his neck and
promptly hops on him and wraps her legs round him, intending on bringing him to
the ground with her sudden body weight*
Aerin Thomas:
d10: Dex+Athl: 5,8,4,8,
Ita McNairee:
d10: dex brawl: 10,7,3,10,8,
Aerin Thomas: He stumbles a little, with a
yelp, but barely manages to keep his feet. "Ita!" It's a plaintive tone, but
amused, to, as his arms tighten around her. "The ground! It's...wet!"
Aerin Thomas: ((DLP))
Ita McNairee: (muahahas)
Aerin Thomas: He stumbles forward, the
woman's weight and atempt to bring him down successful. He does a twist as they
fall, so he ends up hitting the ground back-first, as opposed to her. Always
protecting...always. "Ita!" It's a plaintive tone, but amused, to, as his arms
tighten around her. "The ground! It's...wet!" He shivers a little as his back
and butt start to get wet, his sweatpants greedily soaking up the moisture in
the grass.
Ita McNairee: oof. *as they hit the
ground, ita's legs crunched a little before she slides them out from behind the
man, kisses liberally applied to a cold scruffy face* an cold tae ah reckon..
*she settles her skirt around them as she presses against him, smiling goofily*
reckon ah'd tae find soome way tae gie ye oot o those dmned sweats, aye?
Aerin Thomas: "Ha, ha..." he grumbles. It
tries to be annoyed, but can't quite manage it, the woman's unbeatable
good-nature getting to him. He sighs, shaking his head. "Well, now I really am
going to catch my death...or freeze my balls off. Quite literally."
Ita McNairee: och yer a bit o a puss fer
soomwan wha can sprout a fur coat awn a whim *she cheeks back merrily, biting at
his neck and giving a playful shake of her head*
Aerin Thomas: "A puss my frozen a..." The
phrase is cut off with a sigh as teeth find his neck, head tilting back
instinctively. "Hey, no fair..." It doesn't come out with the strongest tone one
can find, to be sure.
Ita McNairee: ye were expecten fair frem a
gyp? *she teases, hands smoothing up his chest and over his scar as she gnaws
along his underjaw* yer daft darlin.. *she grins against the skin*
Aerin Thomas: "Never said otherwise,
love..." He chuckles a little bit. "Point of fact, I've agreed."
Ita McNairee: *she kisses the scar on his
chest becore sitting up. being pressed so close made her chest somewhat tender.
milk and all that. she sighs, smiling to him* ah love ye, ye grimey heppie.
Aerin Thomas: That warmth from the scar is
quite intense at this particular moment, as she kisses it. "I love you too, ya
dirty pikey." He smirks lovinly, a hand coming up to caress her cheek.
Aerin Thomas: That warmth from the scar is
quite intense at this particular moment, as she kisses it. "I love you too, ya
dirty pikey." He smirks lovinly, a hand coming up to caress her cheek.
Aerin Thomas: ((Damn sticky space bar))
Ita McNairee: och.. *a smile, a little
suprised as she presses a hand over the rose, tilting her head before lowering
to nuzzle it, seemingly oblivious to the fact he was soaking wet in the grass*
yer scar's aul warm sweetloves..
Aerin Thomas: He nods a little bit, with a
soft sort of smile to his face. "Yeah...it gets like that sometimes."
Ita McNairee: *she inhales his scent from
close, pressing a soft kiss to the mark before covering it with her hand again,
to feel the heat* mageck darlin? oor's et enfected? *she doesn't think so, but
there's a bit of worry there, she doesn't him to be hurting. brown eyes
reflecting love back at him*
Aerin Thomas: "Magic, of a sort." He smiles
a little. "It...sort of connects me to a spirit. Rose."
Ita McNairee: ah kain wha et es..
*she chides gently, not really scolding at all as she rubs his chest with a
faint jingle* ah jes didnae kain effen wha et was was enfected tae... *a
chuckle, before she brushes a hand through his hair*.. cauld darlin?
Aerin Thomas: "Not really. My ass has hit a
level of numbness that the coldness doesn't really register anymore." He winks.
Ita McNairee: och yer a selly blighter *she
chuckles, rolling brown eyes before seeming to just watch him for a bit*
Aerin Thomas: "I know I am." He grins a
little, watching her back.
Aerin Thomas:
d10: Per+Empathy: 8,3,5,3,8,6,9,
Ita McNairee -> Aerin Thomas: very much
in love. she's mostly relaxed, some of that tenseness that she gets being in the
house is gone from her frame. Still worried about everything, anxious and a tad
sad.. but the little pikey seems to have pushed that down for the time being,
concentrating on Aerin, and how much she cares for him. its that which is making
her a little introspective. she wants them safe. and protected. thats likely the
reason why she wants bliss and co out there.. she's also somewhat concerned
about Aerin's not having a pack. she knows its natural, and is hoping something
akin to a pikey camp will suffice. oh. and given the mischevious glint creeping
into brown eyes.. she's about to do something he may not find entirely
romantic...
Ita McNairee:
d10: per emp: 9,5,6,3,4,
Ita McNairee: *she grins devilishly,
thinking on something* love ye tho, reckon.
Aerin Thomas -> Ita McNairee: He's very
much in love as well, of course. Underneath that, he's teetering dangerously
close to a severe, serious depression. Something about meeting with Siren has
pushed him near the brink, and any much more may tip him over the edge. However,
there's several good things in his life that are keeping him from it...Ita and
the children, Bliss, Ethan, and others. He's pushing it all aside for the
moment, and it's a bit back right now...but ever present. He's been spending far
too much time in the past, and it's starting to become detrimental.
Aerin Thomas: His brow raises at something
he sees, a wary sort of grin on his face. "Ita...what are you about to do?"
Ita McNairee: *she stops the hand on his
chest.. which is no longer so much a hand as it is 5 tentacles attached to a
palm.... maybe he wouldn't notice, though she's got that "dog caught in the
trash" look* ... och.. naethen darlin. ... ah love ye?
Aerin Thomas:
d10: Per+Alert: 5,3,3,3,2,5,
Aerin Thomas: And, in fact, he doesn't. "I
love you, too, Ita. What are you about to do?"
Ita McNairee: och... naethen loves... *she
lies, leaning forward and kissing him, nuzzling her nose beside his. she slips
her palm across his stomach to his waistband and proceeds to attack him with
tentacles, pressed into his shoulder and laughing instantly.*
Aerin Thomas: He kisses her back, eyebrow
raised...until the attack. He jumps, eyes widening. "ITA?!?!" He squirms, even
as he gives a shocked sort of laugh. "SO beyond not fair! Not even CLOSE!"
Ita McNairee: *more laughter, her tentacles
stilling to a twitch as she absolutely shakes with laughter..* whas..ee. wha ye-
* it seems she's trying to say something, but be damned if she can get it out,
she's laughing and gasping so hard*
Aerin Thomas: "What?" He's laughing, too,
as he watches her, curiously.
Ita McNairee: och.. reckon.. *more laughter
as she nuzzles his shoulder, tentacles shifting pleasantly*.. ah've been wannen
tae dae tha.. aul.. week.
Ita McNairee: ye made sooch a noise. *she
laughs, face flushed with merriment as she finally leans back a little to look
at him* AH wish ah'd o seen yer face.. but ah didnae wan ye tae bolt oop
and smash me noggin wie yers...
Aerin Thomas: "You have...love...WAY too
much free time to think of things like that." He's clearly joking...he does give
a little shiver, and not from the cold...hey, tentacles or not, it's friction.
Ita McNairee: ah dae.. tha's why.. ah
reckon.. ye should take taemoorry seck.. *she raises an eyebrow at the shiver,
little whore giving a wink and bending to kiss his cheeks* och.. *the pikeys
eyes open wide..* ah could do aul sorts o.. weird thengs! *she starts laughing
again, apparently hentai tentacles aren't weird enough to the gypsy* ..
Aerin Thomas: "Wierder then this?" He
mimicks her action, raising an eyebrow at the Rroma's words. "Love...you need
help. Seriously." He chuckles a little bit, shaking his head.
Ita McNairee: *she grins and sits up* coome..
let a pikey warm ye. *she tugs at his hair a little before getting to her feet,
come hithering with a tentacle and a smirk*
Aerin Thomas: He pulls himself to his
feet, chuckling a little bit, and looks to the dogs. "Frey! Freya! Come on,
guys...back inside..." Said as he heads toward the door.
Ita McNairee: *she curls into his side and
dissappears inside with him, to convince the man tommorrows a good day to call
in sick*