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Post by mesmu on Feb 11, 2012 9:23:46 GMT -5
Papers are shuffled and sorted as Trully glances at the time. Its nearly his "lunch break" he'll probably just take one in his office, he absent mindedly wonders if he should lock the door to not be bothered, but he thinks better of it. His ball point pen is clicks a few times now in his a sudden rush of anticipation, he's a perfectionist and he treats even his lunch hour with precise timing.
Even if he's desperately hungry from skimping out on dinner and breakfast in exchange to nearly finish all the paper work that was needed. He could go for a huge fruit salad and a bucket of the best local nuts. His pen clicks once more as he signs another document, contented that its not making his business at a disadvantage. This signing deal seems to be the best of both worlds for both parties and he likes balance, sometimes his friend jokes he's OCD just as much as he's a perfectionist. Of course he doesn't mind that, "better to get it right the first time," He mumbles as he glances to the clock again, a small smile gracing his lips as he gets up to go fetch his lunch from the small fridge he has stored (directly a crossed from a potted plant to either side and directly diagonal from his large filing cabinet).
As he pulls out his abnormally large fruit salad and a normal sized jar of nuts he ponders for a moment. Something tickling him, as if he's wondering if he'll show up. His mate and the future bearer of his heir. He also wonders what the male would try to do if he were here. His shoulders shrug and he return to his desk to begin his meal, carefully chewing each bite.
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Post by istaya on Feb 11, 2012 12:56:43 GMT -5
Caelin has a huge smile as he walks through the shop, acknowledging the workers before slipping into his mate's office. "It wouldn't kill you to have lunch with me," he told him softly as he saw the lunch on his desk. He wished the other would want to spend time with him in that way, mates were supposed to want to be together, but his mate was different. He moved to sit on the edge of his desk and stole a nut, his eyes going about the room curious. "You never leave here...most people would kill to be with me...but you...you have me and don't want me." He looked back to the male leaning forward curious, "Its because of my eyes isn't it? Or because I'm incubus...I'm not perfect for your little world." He was glad he had not worn his neck jewelry, but had worn every thing else. His bracelet clanged as he touched his neck, "No one can tell I'm mated...I can still go up to any giver and seduce them into taking me."
He was not going to do as he said, but he wanted to get a rise out of the business man. He hated that his mate did not want him, when before they met any guy would be happy to take him to bed. Now he had to get the man worked up before he would even acknowledge him, and Caelin doubted they would ever have sex just to have it. When they had sex it would be to have an heir, and Caelin hated it. "Any giver would be happy to take me to their bed," he teased softly.
He hated the fact that his mate would not take him, but he did not say anything. He refused to show the male how much the rejection hurt, he would just push past it. He wanted to make Trully want him, despretly, so he would seduce him. He moved closer to him moving to sit on his lap pushing the food away, "I want you...and I know you want me."
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Post by mesmu on Feb 12, 2012 10:42:37 GMT -5
The giver had looked up at Caelin when he entered his office, his expression mixed with blank and bored with a little bit of annoyance hidden beneath the boredom. He then sighs as the bearer pretty much tries to get any such raise out of him that he's sure the other is thinking any normal mate would get from their bearer claiming he'll go and try to sleep with anyone else and at any time. But Trully knows Caelin better than that, the incubus won't do as he threatens, even if Trully would understand.
The bearer needs to eat after all. Just as much as he does, his eyes half roll when his mate sits on his lap and he holds back the snort he wants to give, that would be unprofessional of him. Almost as unprofessional as his mate's persistent displays of "affection" are. So he decides its only best to justify only the last two sentences that Caelin said with a response. He gently tries to prod the bearer off of him as he does, "Who ever said I want you, Caelin? I was perfectly fine before you barged in here and began assaulting me." Underneath, deep underneath, the seriousness of his voice is a teasing tone, almost as if he's just playing a role to see how far he push Caelin today. But of course, the teasing tone is hard to detect so he's sure that the bearer will only hear how serious he's sounding. "And if you need to feed so badly, I would not oppose to you and... Another bearer." The right corner of his mouth twitching up a little for a hidden smile.
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Post by istaya on Feb 12, 2012 18:24:41 GMT -5
Caelin stood pissed as his mate spoke, "I know you want me," he muttered. "Your my mate, you have to like me deep down." He stalked to the door pissed, he was hurt but he was trying not to show it by hiding it with anger. He looked back to him glaring, "I hate you," he whispered before leaving the room. He stalked to the door wanting to throw a tantrum, create a mess, but he would not give Trully the satisfaction.
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Post by mesmu on Feb 13, 2012 3:34:19 GMT -5
Trully frowns as Caelin leaves in a huff, slightly dissatisfied. He sighs and slowly stands as he glances to the clock, "Should of dragged that out longer." He may only want the bearer for an heir, but he doesn't ever write Caelin out of his day, doesn't ever go out of his way to keep the bearer away. So, even if he won't admit it, Trully does sort of like the other. Enough to want to see him every now and again. Repeat every now and again, but the attempts to seduce him would drive any proper giver into a fowl and cruel mood if treated incorrectly.
And its quite obvious that this has been treated incorrectly. But then, if he doesn't "truly" care for the other, why does he feel the need to follow him. Comfort the annoying incubus? He shakes his head to clear it. He may be Caelin's mate, his giver, but that doesn't mean its his job to make this thing work. He has a plan, the bearer just refuses to realize nothing could every be more between them.
"Irrational even," He mumbles under his breath. But even as irrational as it, he still finds himself following after Caelin. No matter how much he doesn't want to. Even if "its only" to make sure the bearer doesn't ACTUALLY do something STUPID.
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Post by istaya on Feb 13, 2012 3:44:25 GMT -5
Caelin gets as far as right outside the door before leaning against the wall. He gasped as tears fell, but he tried to hold it in. He moved towards his transport hoping Trully's friend will not see him crying, not thinking Trully would even follow him. He slipped into the car before leaning forward to lay his head on the dash, trying to calm down as the tears fell harder. He hurt from Trully, but he was strong enough to hide it from the other when they were together. When he was alone though he let it go, because it was too hard to just hold it all in. He wanted his mate, but the other did not want him, and it hurt so much to know that. "Your stronger than this," he whispered to himself. "He cannot hurt you...you don't need his love..." He knew he was just fooling himself, but he had to do something to make the hurt stop.
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Post by mesmu on Feb 13, 2012 4:12:49 GMT -5
Trully had followed Caelin and when he sees what he does (or more of doesn't, but more of sort of feels through their bond), he freezes. His normally blank or dark expression turning into a little bit of shock. But he just nods to himself, realizing that obviously that the bearer isn't going to do anything stupid. He then turns and heads back in and stops at the counter of this flower shop.
"Hey, Dodge?"
The bright orange (as in actual orange) haired bearer looks up with his warm grey hues, "Yes?" He asks pleasantly, already sure he can guess what Trully will want to ask of him.
The giver clears his throat a little before, "I'll watch the shop for a bit if you need." Translation: Watch Caelin for me.
Dodge nods and hands over the apron, "Have the intern do all the the actual arrangements, okay?" Trully nods to his friend as the bearer changes from his work shoes to his flats he wears everywhere else. Then the orange haired male exits the building to find what has befallen the other bearer, quite certain he's going to be angry about it, but at least he's trying to make a difference.
He makes his careful way over to where he can scent Caelin from, his vampyre genes coming in handy right now. He can hear the whispers and smell the salt of tears in air. Gently he knocks on the transport's door when he finally actually sees what his sense have been telling him is going on, "Caelin? May I come in?"
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Post by istaya on Feb 13, 2012 4:22:16 GMT -5
Caelin looked up startled when the door was knocked on, not wanting the other to see him like this, but sure hes seen it before. He unlocked the doors as he wiped his tears, "Yeah, come in," he whispered. He liked that he had Dodge, even if he was Trully's friend. He loved having someone to talk to about Trully, because Caelin knew if he did not have that he would go crazy. He sighed and leaned back against the seat trying to calm down before Trully came in. "I'm ok...don't worry about me..."
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Post by mesmu on Feb 13, 2012 4:36:38 GMT -5
Dodge just slides in next to Caelin, he sighs and says, "Do you want to talk about it?" He's sure it has something to do with Trully otherwise he wouldn't be out here, his friend should be the one out here, but he shoves that to the side for the moment. "Did you two fight?"
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Post by istaya on Feb 13, 2012 4:42:51 GMT -5
"We always fight," he whispered closing his eyes. He opened his eyes after a few moments, "He does not want me..." He bit his lip trying to calm down, "Everyone else I've ever met wants me right away, wants me in their bed...but he does not want me. He hates me..."
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Post by mesmu on Feb 13, 2012 4:50:49 GMT -5
The orange haired male shakes his head, "That's not true... He's concerned for you." Or at least he seems so, He adds silently. Dodge places a hand on Caelin's shoulder in a comforting way.
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Post by istaya on Feb 13, 2012 5:01:11 GMT -5
Caelin looked away sighing, "If he was so concerned he would not hurt me in the first place." He looked away sighing, "How long can you stay away from the shop?" he asked curious. "I want to go shopping..." He liked shopping to make himself feel better, plus he liked spending Trully's money when he was angry.
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Post by mesmu on Feb 13, 2012 5:05:21 GMT -5
"Until you tire of me," Dodge smiles. Oh he knows where this is going, he shakes his head a little at the thought of all this. Match made in heaven, he muses. Then adds out loud, "Lets go have some fun, Caelin."
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Post by istaya on Feb 13, 2012 5:09:41 GMT -5
Caelin smiled and told the transport where to go. Once they got to the mall he got out quickly, "Come I think we both need a new wardrobe."
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Post by mesmu on Feb 13, 2012 5:19:09 GMT -5
Dodge glances down at his clothes, dirty per usual, but he just smiles up to Caelin, "I guess a new pair of jeans would be nice... And a shirt maybe," Besides, one new pair couldn't hurt anything.
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