IC Inbox - Asgard Eventide

[samantha_grey]

An old, brick edifice stands in front of the burnt-down ruins of a home in the hillside. Mountains rear up in all directions, covered in lush, green vegetation. Nobody comes this way anymore, but you have the sense that anything placed in the mailbox attached to this old structure will be found by someone, the only living person for whom this place still has any meaning.

OOC: Feel free to comment here if your character wishes to get in touch with Samantha Grey directly. Let us keep any such material to PG-13 or less. If you're interested in something that should be matured tagged, contact me via PM and we can discuss it.

Comments

[unchain]

O--Oh. [well that was unexpected. Elizabeth retracts her hand & looks down at her lap, hands awkwardly folding over it.]

I-I'm sorry. [Sam was paying her a compliment but she feels like she's the one at fault here. though she flushes, appreciating it all the same.]

[samantha_grey]

[She blinked and leaned forward, instantly regretting that she had done so. They were both a little heated, and planting a hand on the other side of Elizabeth had brought her in close to that heat, face still beet red.]

You don't have to say you're sorry for being attractive. I'm the one with the problem here, Elizabeth.

[unchain]

I just... I don't want you to feel uncomfortable, that's all.

[Elizabeth's not exactly sure what to do here. she knows very well what Sam is but she wants to assure her friend she's not going to distance herself from her just because of that.]

[samantha_grey]

[She laughed a little, hovering nearby and shaking her head.] It's not something you can control. You don't need to feel bad. It's just something inside me that's wrong and that you're really kind to put up with. It's not fair of me.

[unchain]

[she shakes her head.] Despite of what you are, I want to be friends with you, Samantha. If that means you... are the way you have to be, that's fine.

[a soft hand rests upon Sam's.] There's nothing wrong with you.

[samantha_grey]

There's a lot wrong with me. [She closed her eyes and her body shifted as she breathed in heavily.] You know what I am, what part of me wants. It's more under control... but I still want to feed from you sometimes.

Friends don't do that.