Silkie: Twirls Catie and the hug right into her dance, the boy that was eying Catie looking downcast, figuring she's a lesbo. Figures.

Catie (The Edge, 18/under club): *giggles and gets twirled* how are you? *dancing happily as best she can*

Catie (The Edge, 18/under club): 7,2,9,10,

Silkie: "I'm okay." She manages be heard by brushing close to Catie's ear, rather than yelling over the music, her breath warm against the other girl's ear.

Catie (The Edge, 18/under club): *smiles warmly, leaning in to murmur back. she smells like lilacs. and has been eating something cinnamony* i'm glad. i haven't seen you in a while.

Silkie: 2,3,2,9,5,7,7,10,

Silkie: 5,1,

Silkie: She integrates their conversation with the dance, none too concerned with getting offbeat. "It's good to see you too. I get busy sometimes."

Catie (The Edge, 18/under club): *nods* so do i. i've got lessons, and the cats, and soon i'll have to move in with Miss Brianna for a while. *tries to do the same, dance and talk*

Catie (The Edge, 18/under club): 5,3,3,4,

Silkie: "Why are you moving in with Brianna?"

Catie (The Edge, 18/under club): *she lost the beat. but at least she hasn't fallen*

Silkie: Silkie helping compensate some for Catie's awkwardness on the floor.

Catie (The Edge, 18/under club): because Chi won't be home for a while. he's got stuff to do, and i can't go with him. *dark eyes a little sad, the expression mostly hidden by the blue lights beating like a heart*

Catie (The Edge, 18/under club): *and the girl is grateful for Silkie's help. she's never in her life danced in public, unless you count doing a slow-motion waltz with an eighty-year-old man on her parents' last aniiversary....*

Silkie: Nods understandingly, she doesn't like being alone either.

Catie (The Edge, 18/under club): i will miss my cats, but Miss Brianna says we'll go over daily to take care of them. *wiggles happily in her infant dancing*

Catie (The Edge, 18/under club): 3,8,9,2,

Silkie: Sways easily, putting more into the conversation than the dance. "Why can't they go with you?"

Catie (The Edge, 18/under club): because Mr. Stephen's going to be staying with Miss Brianna, too, and they'd just be too scared of him. *and, he's so hungry all the time, maybe he'd try to eat them? no...surely not. he's anice man, so he wouldn't do that, right?*

Silkie: Smiles. "I like Stephen." Her fingers whisk through Catie's hair, and then they're apart again.

Catie (The Edge, 18/under club): *giggles and nods* so do i! *and dances*

Catie (The Edge, 18/under club): 7,9,2,2,

Silkie: 4,5,5,3,7,5,7,5,

Silkie: Jumps into a bit of beebop, giggling.

Micah Carrington: Micah slips into the club, glancing over his shoulder to grin at Sasha, his green eyes bright.

Catie (The Edge, 18/under club): *laughs, bouncing around merrily. curling flying into her face and everyone else's. fairly cheerful crowd, on the edge though. nobody seems to mind all that much*

Silkie: Silkie certainly doesn't mind, batting playfully at Catie's wayward curls.

Sasha: She walks in alongside Micah; the street whore is looking uncharacteristically non-streety. Her hair is clean and combed, not stringy like it usually is, and she's all clean, smelling slightly of lavender. Black T-Shirt, with "Goddess" written across it in deep purple and new blue jeans. Her make-up is the same as before, only less worn-in and bedraggled-looking. A simple silver chain is around her neck. It looks almost like a different person, espeically since she's...whoa...SMILING. And not sarcastically.

Catie (The Edge, 18/under club): *chortles merrily and shakes her head at Silkie playfully, wriggling away to the beebop goodness*

Micah Carrington: ((DLP please! :)))

Silkie: In spite of recent worries, she feels good to be here with Catie, and it shows through in her dancing.

Sasha: ((DLP as well; sorry for the confusion, guys. *Hugs*))

Silkie: 3,1,3,6,2,2,4,8,

Silkie: Which is enthusiastic if totally off beat.

Catie (The Edge, 18/under club): ((oh, for the love of...*head to desk. loudly.* Catie excuses herself for water, and then realizes she's got to go home to brush the cats. and does this. play on, people, allright? please?))

Catie (The Edge, 18/under club): ((night, people. Wy, thanks. you guys enjoy the club, ok?))

: ((Hon, we can happily RP in another room. We're not NOT RP'ing, just not invading your scene.))

Silkie: ((Ok.. *s*)) Blinks as Catie hurries off and moves to dance with the boy that was making eyes at her earlier. He's none too enthusiastic to have the lesbian glom onto him though. He wants a girlie girl.

Silkie: ((Is a totally open scene, hop in. *s*))

Silkie: She soon wanders out of the club and is back on the streets.

Silkie: ((We doing a replay? *G*))

Micah Carrington: ((I figure we take it from mine and Sasha's entrance posts!))

Sasha: REPOSTING: She walks in alongside Micah; the street whore is looking uncharacteristically non-streety. Her hair is clean and combed, not stringy like it usually is, and she's all clean, smelling slightly of lavender. Black T-Shirt, with "Goddess" written across it in deep purple and new blue jeans. Her make-up is the same as before, only less worn-in and bedraggled-looking. A simple silver chain is around her neck. It looks almost like a different person, espeically since she's...whoa...SMILING. And not sarcastically.

Micah Carrington: Micah too is smiling brightly, his hand in Sasha's, his green eyes bright and unmade up. His lean, though growing frame, is poured into a pair of artfully faded, low slung blue jeans and a plain white button down. A heavy buckled belt and black cowboy boots complete the ensemble.

Catie (The Edge, 18/under club): *wriggling like an eel on the dance floor. hopefully staying upright*

Silkie: Silkie is dancing playfully around Catie, by now ignoring the music completely and just dancing her own way.

Catie (The Edge, 18/under club): *laughs as Silkie circles her, trying to keep her in sight AND follow the beat. it's a tall order*

Catie (The Edge, 18/under club): 2,2,2,5,

Catie (The Edge, 18/under club): *and one she doesn't manage to actually do. but she manages to stay on her feet, so she marks it as a success anyway*

Silkie: Laughing as they prance freely across the dance floor. Silkie has no need of music or a beat to dance.

Sasha: She is a little uneasy...she's not used to being in places like this. Only places she ever goes in have a two-drink minimum and blowjobs and lines of coke in the bathroom.

Silkie: 10,6,3,8,5,2,5,9,

Silkie: 4,7,

Micah Carrington: Micah grins, snuggling himself against Sasha, his arms around her waist. "Its kinda like having sex, baby," he murmurs in her ear. "You just...move," he says, rolling his hips against her.

Silkie: Yet she occassionally drops into these phenomenal bursts of release, that causes people to stop and stare, her grace and motion so perfect. And then she lets it go again, to sweep around Catie.

Catie (The Edge, 18/under club): ((oh, basic DD. the foyer's got a coat check and posters of the hottest artists of today palstered on the walls. curtain leads to the main part of the club. mostly a thin line of tables and a small bar that serves no booze around a large dance floor. the lighting is mostly blue.))

Catie (The Edge, 18/under club): *usually forgets to keep moving herself when SIlkie does this, then giggles and resumes when she circles. it's a game, a fun game!*

Catie (The Edge, 18/under club): 8,3,8,8,

Sasha: She looks over her shoulder at him, giving him a playful scowl. "I know how to dance, Micah." She looks around, eyebrow raised. "Just that there's usually a pole involved."

Micah Carrington: He chokes back a laugh and kisses her ear. "Yeah...Same for me. C'mon," he says, giving her a little push forward.

Silkie: 6,1,2,6,3,

Silkie: For just an instant, she thinks she sees someone she knows as she twirls around Catie, but then the figure is lost in the crowd.

Sasha: She moves along forward at his encouragement, looking around. Oh, dear god, she's surrounded by pippy-twats. A little grin comes onto her face. Ahh, fuck it. She's going to give 'em a show, then...

Micah Carrington: Micah sways against her lazily, his body graceful even if his dancing isn't overly good.

Catie (The Edge, 18/under club): *keeps on dancing. hippy little thing. just haivng fun....*

Catie (The Edge, 18/under club): 2,8,6,4,

Silkie: "I never knew you liked dancing," she tells Catie, as she moves sensually about the other young woman.

Catie (The Edge, 18/under club): *nods, chuckling* i do like it. i'm taking lessons, but i'm not really very good yet.

Silkie: Frowns a bit at the lessons comment, recalling Ingvar's lessons. "I can teach you to dance," she offers.

Catie (The Edge, 18/under club): *laughs* my dance teacher's on a leave of abscence--she's pregnant! i'd like to learn from you. cuz right now, i'm using DVDs to try and learn. *grins*

Micah Carrington: 3,9,8,9,

Micah Carrington: He sees Catie and Silkie but for now keeps his attention on his partner, as well as his hands...He can't seem to keep them off her!

Silkie: She's not entirely sure what pregnancy has to do with not dancing. If she were pregnant she'd have even more reason to dance.

Sasha: She grins, turning and pulling her companion toward the dance floor a little, taking a form of dancing that, while not the kind you see around poles, is definitely a little more lascivious then the norm in a place like this.

Catie (The Edge, 18/under club): *notes the look with a chuckle* she's got a very big tummy, so moving like this...*rolls her hips. she can do it fairly well if she plants her feet, which for a second, she does* isn't comfortable for her right now....

Catie (The Edge, 18/under club): 9,9,1,6,5,8,

Catie (The Edge, 18/under club): *dancing falters as her eyes widen. hard to tell under the blue lights, but she pales. and flashes Silkie a quick, nervous smile* i..um...think i need to go, Miss Silkie.....*swallows a bit, wide eyes darting about*

Micah Carrington: Micah laughs happily and settles his hands on Sasha's hips, moving with her as if he were making love to her right there on the dance floor...

Silkie: "That's not the only way to dance." Slowing to an easy sway.

Silkie: She stops dancing and looks at Catie, then glances around, seeking the danger.

Silkie: 4,10,3,6,8,

Silkie: Oh, look. There's Micah. Her pass over him though, seeking predators. "What is it?" she whispers to Catie.

Catie (The Edge, 18/under club): *shakes her head a bit, trying for a smile. Silkie's one of the cousins. she's safe.* n..nothing. i just, um...should go home now.....*begins to ease off the dance floor, small body tense*

Micah Carrington: His eyes flick now and again to Silkie and Catie then drift back to Sasha...

Sasha: Yes, there's some definite closeness between them, a wanton way about her gyrations that might make the teeny boppers a bit (or more) uncomfortable...or at least point and laugh. She doesn't much care...it's all about them, right now. And maybe a little of the discomfort. Sasha's never one to avoid lobbing one back at the pippy-twats.

Silkie: ((her EYES pass over him))

Micah Carrington: ((Yeah, I was wondering...big distance for heavy petting.))

Silkie: "Wait..." Moving after Catie. Something has obviously spooked her. She waves Micah to come join, figuring something is definitely amiss, and he should be warned.

Micah Carrington: He closes the distance with Sasha, his eyes on Catie. "Be back, baby," he murmurs before disentangling to follow the little one.

Catie (The Edge, 18/under club): *hesitates at the edge of the floor. breathing in, breathing out, trying to calm herself a bit. hands clutching her belt to stop their trembling*

Sasha: She frowns a little, but nods, turning to watch Micah as he walks off.

Silkie: Sets a gentle hand on Catie's shoulder. "Catie, was is it?" Glances around again, sure something's about to pounce on them.

Micah Carrington: He slips fluidly through the crowd towards Catie, almost seeming to stalk her.

Catie (The Edge, 18/under club): *um...n..nothing.....*and looks about ready to faint, dark eyes rounding as Micah stalks* ((wp to see if she can keep from bolting. *chuckles*))

Catie (The Edge, 18/under club): 9,9,6,9,9,

Catie (The Edge, 18/under club): *and manages not to bolt pellmell through the crowds*

Micah Carrington: "Catie," he says, settling in near them.

Silkie: Catie is scaring her, she casts about for the danger, all she sees is Micah approaching. "Catie... tell me!" she snaps. Why would Catie not point out a danger?

Sasha: She looks over at a couple girls who are looking at her like she's street trash. A little smile, before she makes a jerking off motion to them, then flips them the bird.

Catie (The Edge, 18/under club): M...Micah....*huge dark eyes flicking nervously about, always settling a furtive-moth gaze back on him*

Silkie: She grabs Micah and pulls him close, saying quietly. "Something's spooked her. But she won't tell me what."

Micah Carrington: "Its me," he murmurs, sighing.

Silkie: (per + emp on Catie)

Silkie: 7,10,7,2,2,

Catie (The Edge, 18/under club): ((she's absolutely terrified of Micah for some strange reason. *chuckles*))

Silkie: "What?" Blinking between them, then looking long and hard at Catie, as if to ascertain if Micah is correct.

Micah Carrington: "She thinks that I'm working for the smugglers," he says, arching a brow at Silkie. "That I'm a recruiter."

Silkie: "Let me talk to her," she whispers, making shooing motion at Micah to get away.

Micah Carrington: He nods, his eyes sad as he looks to Catie before moving away, back towards his salvation where she dances...

Catie (The Edge, 18/under club): **squeaks fearfully and backs away from him a couple of steps, the whites of her eyes showing*

Silkie: She catches Catie by the arm, and walks her off to a corner for some serious whispering. "Come with me, we need to talk. Don't be afraid of Micah. You're safe."

Sasha: Micah's salvation is in an argument right now with a 16-year-old who's probably her high school's Student Body President. She sneers at the girl. "You know, you look familiar. Is your father named Michael?" When the girl answers in the affirmative, she smirks. "He a horrible lay." And she turns away from the shocked girl, smiling a little as Micah comes back her way.

Catie (The Edge, 18/under club): *shaking, she follows Silkie meekly, flashing glances back at Micah*

Micah Carrington: "You didn't," he asks, chuckling as he watches the little prep girl storm off with an indignant squeel. His arms slip around Sasha's waist and he dips his head to give her a soft kiss. "Am I a horrible lay?"

Sasha: She does, however, note Micah's sadness, and she frowns a little, closing the distance to him. "You okay, babe?"

Sasha: She returns the kiss, murmuring against his lips. "No, you're an unbelievably good lay."

Micah Carrington: He smiles at that, arms tightening around her. "And its just a misunderstanding between friends, Silkie'll straighten it up for me."

Silkie: Takes Catie off to a dark corner and leans into her as if they're making out.

Catie (The Edge, 18/under club): *shivering, she whispers back* b..but if he was w..with them, and he said he w...was...then there's only one reason they'd let him run around f..free.....

Sasha: "Okay." She leans into him a little with a nod.

Micah Carrington: "By the way, Sash...You're more then a lay," he whispers, pressing his forehead to her, laughing as his glasses fog up.

Catie (The Edge, 18/under club): ((ack....*sweeps PM under the mat and blushes*))

Sasha: "Good to know." She looks up at him with a little grin, then rolls her lips between her teeth, blushing a little. "Ummm...so are you."

Micah Carrington: He blushes himself and lifts a hand to cup her cheek, brushing his lips over hers softly. "Any clue what this is that we've got here, baby?"

Sasha: She sighs a little bit, shrugging helplessly. "I dunno, Micah. This is...honestly, kinda a new thing to me."

Micah Carrington: "Then lets try not to overthink it." He smiles and gives her backside a playfull squeeze. "I like it whatever it is."

Silkie: Still in the corner with Catie, petting her hair and trying to calm her as if she were a frightened bird.

Silkie: She glances over her shoulder in Micah's direction, speculation and... something else there.

Sasha: She grins a little bit, particularly at the squeeze. "So do I. So let's just...go with it, for now."

Micah Carrington: He nods and smiles softly, kissing her cheek before sending his eyes towards the corner where Catie and Silkie are talking.

Catie (The Edge, 18/under club): *nods slightly to the girl and hugs her tightly.....casts Micah a last fearful look--maybe not as scared as before--and slips quietly toward the exit. her phone's in her pocket--she'll call a cab before setting a single toe outside. jsut in case....*

Silkie: She gives Catie an encouraging smile as she slips towards the door, then moves to intercept Micah and his companion.

Catie (The Edge, 18/under club): ((*hugs you all very tightly* thank you, guys. for the scene, and for putting up with me tonight. i'd love to be able to play longer...but i have to work in the morning.))

Silkie: ((No worries, night Harper!))

Micah Carrington: ((Night baby!*hugs*))

Micah Carrington: He arches his brow at Silkie, sadness slipping back into his eyes as Catie leaves. His arm tightens around Sasha.

Sasha: She looks over at Catie leaving and Silkie approaching, getting a little wary at the girl's appreach. Micah's friends make her a little uncomfortable.

Sasha: ((Night, Harper. *Hugs*))

Catie (The Edge, 18/under club): ((*skotc in multiples and plods off to bed*))

Silkie: She glides up along the side opposite Sasha and takes Micah's arm, then with her free hand, she delivers him a sharp little punch to the ribs. It's almost playful, but rough at the same time. As though she's not entirely sure whether she's annoyed with him or not, and shouldn't hit him for real. (no damage)

Sasha: Whoa, Silkie just HIT him? She scowls, anger coming to her face, and gets ready to swing. Not playful. At all.

Micah Carrington: He grunts softly and bilnks, frowning at Silkie. "The fuck?"

Silkie: Ooops, pissy female. Ducking behind Micah.

Sasha: ((Init time? *G*))

Micah Carrington: "Whoa, Sash!" He catches her fist gently, thumb massaging her knuckles. "She didn't hurt me...Sup, Silkie? Why'd you hit me?"

Silkie: "That's for being a dumbass," she says as she circles him to avoid Sasha. "Don't let your girlfriend hit me."

Sasha: ((Or not, since Micah stopped her))

Silkie: ((Is it? *L*))

Sasha: She's stopped by Micah, and instead can just glare at Silkie.

Micah Carrington: "I would have explained to Catie but she bolted..."He sighs.

Silkie: "Can't really talk about here though." Glancing around. Silkie has been glared at by scarier things than Sasha. She takes the evil eye easily in stride.

Micah Carrington: "Okay, stop glaring at each other you two," he says with a sigh, shoulders slumping. "Its kinda odd..."

Silkie: Sasha> "I didn't hit him that hard."

Silkie: ((Silkie is not glaring.))

Sasha: "Don't fuckin' hit people at all, and you won't have to worry about it." She scowls a little, then lets it go, leaning back into Micah.

Silkie: "We should go somewhere and talk. Is she...?" Eyes flickering to Sasha.

Micah Carrington: ((semantics! *tickles a Silkie-P*))

Micah Carrington: Micah curls his arm tight around Sasha and sighs. "No, she's not but we're gonna tell her anyway."

Silkie: Her eyes flicker between them, expression cryptic at best as Micah states he's going to talk in front of the other woman.

Sasha: She looks between Micah and Silkie, eyebrow raised. "Tell me what, exactly?"

Micah Carrington: "She needs to know if she's gonna be a part of my life, Silkie...in any way."

Silkie: "Let's go somewhere private and talk about it. Her house maybe?" Eyes flickering to Sasha again.

Micah Carrington: "My hotel," he says smoothly, his fingers playing in gentle circles over Sasha's side.

Sasha: She looked about ready to retort, until Micah suggested the hotel. She relaxes, nodding a little to Micah. "Awright."

Silkie: Shrugs. "Your hotel, then."

Micah Carrington: He smiles softly as Sasha and kisses her cheek before offering a hand to Silkie. "C'mon..."

Silkie: Slides her hand into Micah's, peering around him at Sasha.

Micah Carrington: "Sash," he ask, cocking his hip towards her. "Phones in my front pocket. Speed dial nine and get us a cab?"

Sasha: She nods and slips her hand into the man's pocket, retrieving the phone and hitting the speed dial for the cab. A look goes to Silkie...not overtly hostile, but nowhere NEAR friendly.

Micah Carrington: He gives Silkie's hand a squeeze and tightens his arm around Sasha, urging them out towards the cab.

Sasha: She heads on out, speaking to the cap company briefly, ordering one to pick them up at the Edge, and then hangs up, sliding the phone back into his pocket.

Silkie: She heads out to the cab and makes sure Micah is between her and Sash when they get inside.

Micah Carrington: "Thanks, baby," he murmurs, smiling softly at Sasha, knowing he's about to put a lot o'lives in her hands.

Micah Carrington: ((Vehicle or just skip to residence? *chuckle*))

Silkie: ((I'm good for hopping to res))

Sasha: ((Res works.*S*))

Micah Carrington: ((Res loves!))

 

MICAH'S HOTEL

Micah Carrington : Mica lets them into his hotel room, cheeks still flushed from the playfull hassle they'd gotten downstairs. "Welcome home."

Silkie: She's quiet on the ride to the hotel, not about to talk in front of the cabbie. She's not too happy with Micah's decision to talk in front of this woman who obviously doesn't like her. He's putting her in danger. She doesn't have warm fuzzy feelings about this.

Sasha: She walks in behind Micah, dropping backward onto the bed and pulling her cigarettes. She lights one and lays on her side, relaxed.

Silkie: Looks back and forth between them. "Is she your mate, Micah?"

Sasha: She gives a little surprised laugh. "His what?"

Micah Carrington : "She's my friend Silkie and right now my lover," he says softly, moving to sit near Sasha on the bed, fingers filching a cigarette. "We've known each other since I was a prostitute."

Silkie: She studies Sasha, wanting to check her, but... she just can't right now. She has to be ready for something else.

Sasha: She looks over at Micah, smiling warmly to him, then looks back over to Silkie. "Okay, so what's up now?"

Micah Carrington : He puts the cigarette to his lips and lights it, sighing as he notes his hands are shaking.

Silkie: Rolls her lips, looking unhappy. Micah is making this hard. "I need to know what you've learned, Micah. And why you told Catie those things. You must know why she's afraid of you."

Micah Carrington : "They picked me up just outside Quantico...I was shipped to Cairo and trained..." He pauses, tongue flicking over his lips before he takes a long, hard drag. Exhaling softy, he locks his eyes on his feet. "I was put there by someone...And that same someone arranged my purchase later...after I'd been raped and beaten and tortured...After I'd started to forget what I was there for..."

Silkie: She frowns, moving to the bed and setting a hand on Micah's shoulder.

Sasha: She looks back at Micah, stunned. Just...utterly stunned, jaw agape. She doesn't even know what emotion to feel.

Micah Carrington : "I know faces...slaves faces...trainers faces...They didn't speak in English and none of the signs over there were in English...So...I know the route but I couldn't put names to anything...Sometimes they kept me in a cement cell by myself, sometimes with others...We couldn't talk. They uh...They shipped me to the states in a crate with a tube shoved up my dick and a plug in my ass and an oxygen tank...and I was conscious for all of it...THey packed me with packing peanuts. The kids that got shipped with me, in another crate, were dosed..." He recites it quietly, voice almost flat.

Silkie: Her eyes flicker to Sasha, her expression. Shit. They have to tell her something. Her mind works rapidly. Something human. "We're spies," she says to Sasha. That's right. James Bond weaver crap.

Micah Carrington : "If anyone approaches you about me Sash...Go to the Concerto."

Sasha: She's not even comprehending words. It kind of got lost somewhere after "packing peanuts."

Micah Carrington : He reaches out to take Sasha's hand, his own shaking softly. "My contact picked me up...kept up the pretense...examined me. I was debriefed..." He shrugs.

Silkie: "You're putting her in danger, Micah. If anyone has reason to approach her..."

Micah Carrington : 8,5,5,1,3,

Micah Carrington : He makes a soft sound, Silkie's words a slap in the face, and stands to pace the small room, tears in his eyes. "Fuck..."

Sasha: "W..w...WHOA!" She sits up suddenly, as if the words all JUST made sense. "What...the fuck? What kind of sick fucks..." She stops, blinking. "What the FUCK?"

Micah Carrington : "You ever here those weird urban legend kinda rumors about slavery, babe?"

Silkie: Gives Micah a worried look, eyes flickering to Sash when she starts getting excited.

Sasha: Excited in those very, VERY angry, disgusted, and scared ways. She nods to Micah, standing up off the bed, body very tense. "Come on, Micah. You and I know they aren't rumors, we always have. How many girls've you seen vanish off the streets? How fucking Captain Blood?"

Micah Carrington : He nods and pushes both hands through his hair, fisting his fingers in the curls. "Yeah..."

Sasha: ((How about Captain Blood, rather))

Silkie: "Micah, I need you tell me about the route you took in Cairo. Everything you can remember. All the little things, what you saw along the way."

Silkie: "Landmarks."

Micah Carrington : "Talk to Trevor," he murmurs, glancing at Silkie, ihs eyes pleading.

Sasha -> Micah Carrington : ((Micah would also know that Aerin knows it all; Malcolm told him everything that Karlos found out.))

Micah Carrington : "Or Aerin! Talk to Aerin...Please..."

Silkie: "They won't be able to answer my questions because they didn't see. I don't..." Glances at Sash in frustration. "I don't take directions like.... other people. I need YOU to tell me."

Sasha: She presses her lips together and walks over to Micah, wrapping her arms around his waist, hugging him tightly.

Micah Carrington : He whimpers softly, low in his throat, holding onto himself by his teeth.

Micah Carrington : And with Sasha's arms around him he begins to softly tell silkie the route...Everything he can remember.

Sasha: She presses a couple kisses to his neck...she doesn't know what else to do. She's shaking pretty fiercely herself.

Silkie: She listens, asking odd questions, not about street signs, or north, south, east or west, but about colors and shapes, buildings, trees, what kind of flowers he saw.

Micah Carrington : He tries so hard to pull it up for her, wanting to help almost desperately...By the time its done he's crying softly, clinging to Sasha, his face pressed into her shoulder.

Silkie: It's quickly clear why Aerin or Trevor wouldn't be able to answer her strange questions. She doesn't relent in spite of his distress, ruthlessly pursuing the details.

Silkie: ...until it's clear he can give no more. Then she moves to pet his hair. "I'm sorry, Micah. I had to," she whispers.

Micah Carrington : "I just want it to be over," he moans softly, not having found a way, yet to seperate the memories into useful and harmful...When it hits, it hits together.

Sasha: Throughout, she's staring at Silkie with an unabashed hatred. Like, the kind reserved for the most hideous monsters there ever have been.

Sasha: "Get away from him," she hisses as Silkie comes close.

Silkie: She's none too happy with the look Sasha is giving her, but she's not explaining herself to the human.

Silkie: She backs off. "You did good, Micah. I'm sorry."

Micah Carrington : He pulls away from Sasha, shaking, and moves to the bathroom, closing the door hard behind him.

Sasha: She looks after Micah, helplessly, watching him leave into the bathroom. A heart-rending sigh escapes her lips.

Silkie: Her eyes follow Micah. That's not good. She gives Sasha a hard look. "I don't expect you to understand, but he's doing his job, his duty."

Sasha: "Fuck off and get out of here. NOW. I hope you get hit by a fucking bus."

Micah Carrington : The toilet seat clatters and the shower is turned on in a vain attempt to cover the sound of his retching...

Silkie: "You came. Deal with it. I'm not finished talking to him. It's unfortunate he chose to involve you, but he did."

Sasha: "Get. OUT." The look she's giving is absolutely murderous. "You're not putting him through any more of your sick FUCKING trauma games."

Micah Carrington : The toilet flushes and the sound of his fumbling can be heard followed by the change in pitch of the water that indicates the kin is in the shower.

Silkie: "It's not a trauma game. He put his life down to save others. He has information that's important to the lives of those others, and that information NEEDS to pass to me. He won't thank you for interfering, regardless of his suffering now. You get in the way, and later he'll regret having let you stay. The best thing you can do for him right now, if you really care about him at all, is comfort him, and let him do his job."

Sasha: She takes a step toward Silkie, threatening. "If you do not leave now, I will make you leave. You have business? Ask him FUCKING later. Let him fucking heal before you interrogate him further."

Micah Carrington : "STOP IT!" Micah's voice is muffled by the door and the water. "Just...stop it..please. Ask Aerin, SIlkie...He knows everything and prolly stuff I don't."

Silkie: Backs off frowning, but not moving towards the door. She doesn't want to fight this woman, and she doesn't want to go all supernatural either. "There may not be a later. Clocks are involved." Oh, stress. Wrong word. "Timing. The worst is over, but I have information to pass to him as well. The interrogation part is pretty much over." She's glad Micah has a friend that will so aggressively protect him. She's just not so glad she's protecting him from her.

Micah Carrington : The water cuts and he slips from the bathroom, expression haunted as he wraps the towel around his hips. "No more tonight, Silkie...Tomorrow. Come back tomorrow."

Silkie: "I might be gone tomorrow, Micah."

Micah Carrington : He frowns, swaying slightly. "Huh?"

Silkie: "It'll only take a minute," she assures him.

Sasha: If she could spit fire, she would be. As it is, she's simply wishing that Silkie would implode right now.

Micah Carrington : He nods slowly at Silkie.

Silkie: "I told Catie you working undercover. I don't know why you told her what you did, that can wait for another time. But she might need an answer from you. Or get someone else..." Her tone suggesting big and hairy. "..to demand one. Be prepared." She turns to leave, then glances back at them. "Oh, and don't tell HER anything about me." Her eyes flicker to Sahsa and there's an uncharacteristic tone of authority in her voice. She's dead serious.

Sasha: When Micah agrees, she does back off, though, moving back to wrap her arms around Micah, holding him protectively and kissing his shoulder. Best she not be looking at the little monster.

Micah Carrington : "Silkie...I love you," he murmurs, holding out a shaking hand to her. "And I told her...to scare her into staying inside..."

Silkie: She blinks at him, eyes going between the two of them. He didn't?! He betrayed her trust to a human?!

Sasha: ((Told her=Told Catie, Silkie))

Micah Carrington : ((Thanks Rav...What he said..*nods*))

Silkie: ((Oooh, right.)) She sighs and steps up to take Micah's hand, inspite of the risk that the wicked looking female might strangle her. She kisses his fingers. "I love you too, Micah. I think you made a mistake with Catie. You're going to have to put your mind to fixing it. Tell her why you did it. Tell her you were afraid for her. Fear isn't the best gift. We'll talk about it later, okay?"

Sasha: Her eyes turn to Silkie, looking as if she just might strangle her. She doesn't, though, as Micah made the gesture to hold his hand out to her.

Micah Carrington : He nods and squeezes her fingers hard. "I will hon...Be safe," he murmurs, slim body sagging into Sasha's.

Silkie: She gives his hand a final squeeze then slips out the door, leaving them alone together.

Micah Carrington : As the door clicks shut he turns, wrapping his arms around Sasha as he presses his face into her neck.

Sasha: As soon as the door is shut, she looks up to Micah, lips pressed together. "Babe?" It comes out as a question, a gesture of sympathy and support, and a statement that she's there for him, all in one.

Micah Carrington : "Yeah," he asks shakily, lifting his head to blink at her, one hand rising to brush away his tears.

Sasha: "I..." She wants to express how sorry she is, to know what he's feeling, to make it all go away and make him better, and to understand. Instead, she settles for one of those. "I...can help you, I think." She swallows hard.

Micah Carrington : He arches a brow though it takes some effort and his tongue flicks across his lips. "How?"

Sasha: "I..." She sighs. She's only ever explained this once, and she was high when she did. Sober, it's a lot harder. "I have this... ability. To...kind of, feed on emotions. It'll lessen how much you're...you're hurting, and it won't hurt me. Much to the contrary."

Micah Carrington : "Just the emotions," he asks softly. "You can't see my thoughts/"

Sasha: She shakes her head. "No thoughts, babe. Just emotions." She reaches up and cups his cheek, eyes glistening a little. "I want to help you."

Micah Carrington : "You have," he whispers, blinking away fresh tears as he nuzzles his cheek against her hand. "Just stay with me tonight, Sash'...Please," he begs.

Sasha: She nods a little. "Yeah. Yeah, I'll stay. Not goin' anywhere." She looks up at him, her thumb brishing the mewly-created tears gently away. "Do you want me to make it hurt less?"

Micah Carrington : "Please..."

Sasha: She nods a little bit, looking up into his eyes as she focuses her will. ((Wits+Empathy, WP spent))

Sasha: ((Sorry, Man+Emp))

Sasha: 4,4,8,1,2,6,

Micah Carrington : He stares down at her, his eyes wide and hopefull and filling with quickly growing adoration as his hands rise to cup her face.

Sasha -> Micah Carrington : ((So, what predominant emotions would he have running through him? He'd feel them mute, which is described leaving some a bit unsettled, though not necessarily, and she can get a gauge of what they are.))

Micah Carrington -> Sasha: ((rage, shame, fear predominant. Guilt running beneath that.))

Sasha: After a moment, she takes a deep breath, her body shivering all the way down as she feels the emotions settle over her. She seems more then a little guilty about the fact that she enjoys it...she didn't want to enjoy it. For once, that wasn't the point.

Micah Carrington : "Its okay," he whispers, as if he gets it...and maybe he does in an odd sort of way.

Sasha: She leans against him, kissing the hollow of his throat. "Did it...help?"

Micah Carrington : He inhales deeply then nods, his fingers moving into her hair. "Yeah..." And another deep breath, his arms sliding around her, holding her tight. "Thank you..."

Sasha: "You're welcome."

Micah Carrington : He pulls her gently towards the bed and turns down the covers, his eyes never leaving hers....((FTB))

Sasha: ((FTB))