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 Beautiful Lies and Whispering Words, | Monty
25 | NSPS | Traditionalist
Maeve
Research & Development Team New York Single Played by Emily
shipper dragots 8200
It had been three days since she had blacked out with blood on her fingers, woken up to the smell of death and illness, Monty's smiling face looking over to her. It had been three days, and the dream had only chosen to come tonight.

Slowly, cautiously, his fingers traced down her arm, alarm bells ringing in her mind, almost too loud, loud enough that they became quiet. Numb. Monty's eyes connected with hers as she stood there before him, simply in bra and underwear. Fingers traced across her bare stomach, lightly across her panty-line. The usual shuddering sensation that surged through her, the fear of his touch and inability to allow him to push further was over-ruled in her mind within the dream by the ache that groaned in her stomach. A small shift of her hips, and pleasure rolled through her, held tilting back, his lips pressing against her neck.... vulnerability settled in, the wasp in her mind stinging each cell, pulsing and burning.

wake up.

Pressed lips moved higher to connect to hers, the transference of saliva that she usually so desperately feared. The fire in her head crackled down her throat, into the spaces between the spine, into her chest, wrapping it's way around her heart as his fingers worked between her legs. Fire gripped and squeezed, constricting her heart to no longer pulse. To stop. To stop and

Maeve jolted away, sweat drops dripping from her head, her chest. A small sigh, a small glance around in the room at the institute she called home. 2am. Not that she could sleep anymore. Regardless of the fact it hadn't been real, the dream made her feel dirty. After a quick shower, she tugged upon clothes. Not with the intention of going anyways, but simply a change of thought-process. A walk, perhaps, would remove the heat behind her neck, between her thighs.

After following the the institutes corridors, she stopped abruptly, voices ahead round the next turning. Her fathers voice...

"We cannot be sure what he knows. What he saw. Who knows what Maeve did."

Another voice: "So it's decided then? Best to simply remove him from the equation."

The conversation continued, but it faded into darkness as Maeve's silent shoes pounded upon the floor the other direction . She didn't need to stay longer to understand: Monty was a liability to the cause. If he knew what she was..... He didn't. But it was a risk her father would refuse to take.

Soon enough, after exiting the safety of the institute, she burst into the hospital, glancing around, chest rising and falling heavily: Where would he be? Aside from the women at the reception desk who was asleep, silence and emptiness rattled its way through the place she had so desperately wished to avoid. Mind flickered to the thought of the girl.... had she walked out of here alive?

Forcing that aside, she began to walk down the corridor, knowing she should have a better plan than just this. She hardly had time to think why she was warning him. Regardless of what he did or didn't know, he was a wizard. He deserved it......right?

Footsteps quickened.

May 2 2018, 03:22 PM
26 | Magical | Neutral
Monty
Security Guard Seattle, Washington Desperate Whore Played by Lana
shipper dragots 9600
He’d been swivelling in his damned chair since 3am, eyes on the monitors, waiting for something, anything to capture his attention.

Sometimes he enjoyed this shift, sitting unsupervised in the control room, able to watch the patients and staff going about their day, unaware that they were being observed. But today was a dull one, no interesting new patients, no activity from the regulars. Just dull.

Until he saw her...or more accurately, saw what his tired mind thought was her. She glowed against the second monitor from the right - a pail brunette powering through the lobby with some clear sense of purpose. He rose from his chair, letting it roll backwards until it clunked against the shelf behind him.

“No fucking way…”

He glanced quickly at the cold inch of coffee lingering at the bottom of his styrofoam cup, as if to wonder if somebody had tampered with it. All the same...he was only watching precious minutes drift away up here. Might as well see for himself.

With his radio secured to his belt and his torch in one hand, Monty weaved through the darkened hallways of the hospital, his eyes trained forwards as if a look of determination would dissuade any questions about why he’d left his post. He made it to the elevator without interruption, impatiently waiting for one to arrive before barging inside and hoping she hadn’t made it too far without him.

Sure enough, he arrived at the lobby right on time to face her. Maeve Blackbourne, with worry lines once again gathering between her brows. His lips formed a crooked grin, a contrast with the concern beginning to build behind his eyes. “What are you doing here?”

May 5 2018, 07:53 AM
25 | NSPS | Traditionalist
Maeve
Research & Development Team New York Single Played by Emily
shipper dragots 8200
The silent hospital screamed at her. It's emptiness created a small pit in her stomach of something close to relief. They hadn't gotten here yet. But they would.

Footsteps forced her forward through the lobby, careful to keep her hands off of anything. She was no longer in the hospital gown or over-sized shoulder padded dress, but black jeans and a loose white t-shirt. She looked more like her. No blood stained fingers.

A small ding from the arrival of the elevator, and out walked Monty, a somewhat crooked grin upon his face. A small sense of relief, memories of her dream beginning to flood her body...... before she quickly ignored.

'What are you doing here?'

He didn't get it. How could he? He would be hunted down for simply knowing her. For having spoken to her, helped her. She could feel the anger within grow. But, hatred upon hatred wouldnt allow herself to become too concerned. He was a wizard..... and yet, footsteps had dragged her here.

A small glance backwards to the doors, her hair following the movement before back at him, her chest rising and falling heavily, her words disjoined, a lack of oxygen to her lungs from running here. "You have.... to leave..."

No where he went would be far enough. "They're looking for you." A small pause "Because of me." Maeve truly had never been the best at explaining things, she had never needed to before. Life consisted of going to white-walled rooms and feeling the sting as injections entered willingly. After all, she had broken contact with Dahlia because of it.... amongst other reasons

Rising and fall chest, shoving a hand through her messy hair, looking at him with tired eyes.

May 5 2018, 10:09 AM
26 | Magical | Neutral
Monty
Security Guard Seattle, Washington Desperate Whore Played by Lana
shipper dragots 9600
Passing seconds eased the astonishment and Monty examined her, recognizing the heavy signs of trepidation she’d also worn when they last collided. Her lips were parted, chest heaving beneath the clean cotton of her shirt, dark hair still bearing the wind’s influence. He realized the only time he’d seen her calm was when she laid unconscious, translucent skin void of goosebumps, the lines between her brows cleared.

It seemed every waking moment for Maeve Blackbourned brought a renewed sense of peril. The forces that stewed beneath her forbidden flesh kept her wound so tightly. He wanted to grip her shoulders, to provide some stability and ease her ragged breathing, but he remained nobly still.

Her instructions caught him off guard. She wasn’t here about another incident, or to follow up on what had happened to the girl. Miraculously, it seemed she was here for him. Although obviously it wasn’t all good news…

“Maeve…” He moved closer, the smile shifting off his face and leaving in its stead a look of perplexity. “Who’s looking for me?” His gaze flashed towards the door she’d been shifting her eyes towards. He couldn’t imagine what she was talking about. At least when it came to her he hadn’t done anything worthy of pursuit…

May 6 2018, 03:55 AM
25 | NSPS | Traditionalist
Maeve
Research & Development Team New York Single Played by Emily
shipper dragots 8200
Each time she came to this place, the nagging sensation in her mind became worse, the small mutters became louder, and the ache began to hurt. This place reminded her of where she should be. A No-Maj Hospital, not the institute. But she wasn’t here for that. No. She’d found herself looking for him, for no other reason than to warn him of the terror he’d be faced with.

Her name left his lips, and he moved closer. The frown instinctively grew upon her face. He wasn’t close enough to cause her issues, but the premise behind it resides. There was no longer a low smirk or a cheerful smile that greeted her, replaced with a look of perplexity. She knew she hadn’t explained anything... she couldn’t explain it to him.

They didn’t have much time

A frustrated noise left her lips, bound to the secrecy of the institute ”My father... and others.” bound to the disgust she felt for herself and what she was. ”I wasn’t supposed to be here and they found out that you helped me. They think....” she cut off, spinning on her heel, low conversation from outside the door. They’d be close by now..

”They’ll kill you.”

Body tensed, the image of her father here flickering through her mind, dirty blood staining these white floors. Or perhaps they’d simply bring him to the institute. He would make the walls echo with screams....

A small shake of the head. Why wasn’t Monty moving??

2:30am and this time there was no rising sun like there had been before. There was not much moonlight and the stars were hiding from them all. The fluorescent white lights of the hospital made everything sharper, eyes aching at the adjustment. He had to go.

May 6 2018, 07:14 AM
26 | Magical | Neutral
Monty
Security Guard Seattle, Washington Desperate Whore Played by Lana
shipper dragots 9600
Maeve’s voice echoed through the spacious hall, subtle snoring from the receptionist and a song of distant sirens forming the muted melody to back her frantic vocals. Her father… she divulged, giving little more context before unloading the severe consequences.

They’ll kill you.

Now that didn’t sound right… That being said, it would hardly be the first time. Just usually he knew what he’d done to deserve it. He blinked, shocked eyes shifting downwards towards the wrist he’d once captured. No bruises, no Monty was here. No cause for violence.

Of course, he suspected things were far more complicated than they appeared. After all, Maeve herself looked so unassuming on the surface - a frail, unassertive thing who could shatter vicinities at one misplaced touch.

He shook his head, still reeling over the possibilities of who they could be. And how they could be working with her father of all people. And he’d thought his parents were fucked up…

“Alright uh…” His fingers ran through his hair, a gesture he forced simply to stop himself from reaching for her. “Let’s get back to the control room. Follow me.” He turned around, walking briskly back towards the elevator and prodding at the button repeatedly. “So wait...who exactly is after me?”

May 11 2018, 10:40 AM
25 | NSPS | Traditionalist
Maeve
Research & Development Team New York Single Played by Emily
shipper dragots 8200
Maeve shifted upon her feet as his eyes traced down towards her wrist, the only place he had touched her, the catalyst for his seeming change in mood in their first meeting. But no, that wasn’t the reason... if only it were just as simple as that. If only this could just be about her father having a word with the man who had touched his daughter.

A slight shift of her wrist, feeling his eyes heavy upon her, like stones tied to her feet as she sank within the ocean, gasping for oxygen. Chest felt tight.

As Monty started to walk, so she did, keeping up with his brisk pace, her steps naturally needing to be quicker than his. As they stood there, waiting for the elevator, only a second had passed and impatience settled, agitation grew, glancing over her shoulder once more. They couldn’t be far away....

At his question, her eyes turned back to his. Elevator arrived and doors opened up. empty. The confined space with simply him made something in her mind shift, but she shook her head, answering his question.

”My father.” Well.... the men he had sent on his behalf. He didn’t personally like to get his fingers dirty. ”Two men at least on his orders. I overheard them talking...” as ever she was leaving Out crucial details. She had to she reminded herself: for the cause.

The silence within the elevator was deafening and in this moment she almost wished there was some patient needing assistance, just for something other than anticipation and dread.

They were coming

”They’ll find him...” she muttered, her voice a whisper, clearly intended for herself more so than him. She should let them find him, for what he was... but, she didn’t. She instead found herself following him through the white walls and echoing corridors.

May 14 2018, 04:17 AM
26 | Magical | Neutral
Monty
Security Guard Seattle, Washington Desperate Whore Played by Lana
shipper dragots 9600
Of course, repetitively proding at the button wouldn't have the elevator arrive any sooner, but that didn’t stop the nervous tick. His tongue flicked over dry lips, the taste of bitter coffee still lingering on his breath. Only minutes ago it had been business as usual, he’d been struggling to even stay awake. This shift in the tide was as daunting as it was exhilarating…

The elevator did eventually arrive, doors splitting open to give way to the impatient pair. He stood at the opposite side to her, sidelong glare clinging to her pale face.

“My father.” She enforced again, as if he was supposed to have some understanding of who her father was and why he was so keen to see him deceased. He stared at her, mouth agape as a flurry of questions streamed through the pipeline too quickly for him seize even one.

She’d overheard them talking. He made an attempt to picture that exchange, wondering which piece of his interaction with Maeve had lifted the lid on pandora’s box. Letting her into the hospital? Touching her? Failing to provide information on her victim? Helping her out of there? Maybe he shouldn't have stolen her jello...

“Alright..” He replied over the ding of the elevator. They’d reached the six floor. His voice was oddly calm as he continued, rapid footsteps guiding him out of the elevator and to the left. “You know, if I’m about to have my ass handed to me I’d kinda like to know why.”

Jun 7 2018, 11:08 AM
25 | NSPS | Traditionalist
Maeve
Research & Development Team New York Single Played by Emily
shipper dragots 8200
The irritating sound of his finger against the button again and again made her fingers twitch, she too hoping the elevator would arrive. As it's metal mouth opened she stepped inside. Although he was on the other side of the square box she could feel him staring at her, trying to put all of this together. He shouldn't bother.

This wasn't as simple as what he had done. There were no marks on her that would have angered her father, but instead it was the premise behind it. The tightly kept secret that she was. No No-Maj or Wizard could be allowed to know. Monty hadn't done anything more than be at the wrong place at the wrong time.

A small ding and the elevator doors opened. She followed his rapid footsteps through the empty hallways. If they encountered someone, she knew Father wouldn't hesitate to kill them on principle. But was she any better? She had killed before....

A small shake of the head as he spoke, her eyes focusing back to him, as ever keep her distance. He was asking the wrong questions. Questions she couldn't hope to give him the answers too. "They think you know something. Something about me that you cannot know." Would that quell his questions? She was hardly sure.

A glance down, not to her feet, but to the floor. She could almost feel it within her. Murmurs and orders. They were here. Below them. They wouldn't have much time. A part of her wanted to ask where they were going. No place in here would be safe enough. Not really. She kept her mouth shut on that subject.

"If they think you arent here they'll leave."

Looking to the side, watching the patients rooms they past, most of them inside asleep in darkenss. Her fingers tugged at the bottom of her top, for the first time since she had run in here noticing the germs upon the walls and floors and ceiling. The un-even pattern upon the floor, the way in which some doors had numbers and some had names. Usually it didn't take this long to notice details like that.

Jun 8 2018, 08:48 AM
26 | Magical | Neutral
Monty
Security Guard Seattle, Washington Desperate Whore Played by Lana
shipper dragots 9600
Perhaps he was downplaying it - unable to grasp the full severity of their current predicament. She’d never said he was getting his ass handed to him. From the start of their second, frantic interaction she’d made it quite clear what was at stake here. His temperament was just yet to catch up. Some ludacris, romantic part of him was stuck on the excitement of seeing her again.

And she wanted to protect him. Imagine that…

His attention sailed back to her as he paced the memorized course to the control room. He liked the way she held her anxiety, in a stiff shake of her head, the shallow lines between her brows, the downwards inflection of her lips. Genuine, but labored. She seemed the type to forcefully stifle a laugh while joy gleamed in her eyes. Perhaps to grip fistfuls of bed linens and bite back a moan before she willingly expressed her ecstasy.

There was no helping him. Not when it came to her. There was no focusing on the urgent matters of the present while she sent his mind reeling with possibilities.

”They think you know something. Something about me…”

Oh, he so thoroughly wished. He’d take the threats of bodily harm in order to know her more intimately. His eyebrows lifted questioningly. “How’d they come to that conclusion?” He asked, the chance that she’d actually told somebody about him feeling like an actual probability.

He unhooked the keys from his belt, metal clashing together as they approached the door to the control room. Light glowed a luminous border around the drawn blinds, the glare of the television screens casting cold, artificial light. He unlocked the door and pulled it open, gesturing for her to step inside first. “We’ll be able to keep track of them in here.” He assured her, joining her inside and locking the door. His wand remained tucked inside his boot, ready for use should the situation start to prove itself too dire.

Jun 15 2018, 11:58 AM
25 | NSPS | Traditionalist
Maeve
Research & Development Team New York Single Played by Emily
shipper dragots 8200
Maeve walked there beside him, naturally blissfully unaware of the thoughts that surged through his mind. Quite the opposite of hers... Maeve's own mind struggled to focus on much else in this moment aside from pulsing footsteps and heartbeats. She even managed to ignore the dream that had crept its way into her mind and between her legs before she woke. Now wasn't the time.

As more questions came her way, she could feel herself needing to lie again, to divert the truth. That was how all of this had started in the first place. His interest and inability to let something go. It had began with tight grips and smashed glass. She didn't intend to live in a moment of de-ja-vu.

But she had to give him something.... some level of truth....

”My father has me watched.” It was the base of the threat, nothing more.

They stopped before a door, and she couldnt help but give him a look? He seriously wanted her to step inside? It was hardly larger than a broom closet, enough to seat one person and that was all. The glaring television screens with empty corridors watched back, a small buzz echoing the room. But, afterall, did she have a choice? Ignoring the buzz that began also inside of her body she stepped inside, feeling the lump in her throat grow as Monty shut and locked the door behind him.

She stood there, her body pressed against the wall behind her as far as it would allow, her eyes fixated upon the TVs, watching as two men entered the elevator. A silence echoed, and eventually she tore her eyes away and back to the man before her. He was close, closer than she would like and she could feel the sickness in her stomach growing, her skin prickling.

The artificial light ensured that no look could be hidden. Shallow breaths and a warmth rising within her, an itch she couldn’t scratch. He was too close.

But she they didn’t have a choice.

”They’re coming...” she muttered, her voice low, a whisper, her eyes averting from him and to the screens.

Jun 17 2018, 10:39 AM
26 | Magical | Neutral
Monty
Security Guard Seattle, Washington Desperate Whore Played by Lana
shipper dragots 9600
She obeyed, but with some obvious hesitation. He understood what he was asking her to do, to shelter herself in close quarters with a man who’d been known to push her buttons. Unlike the busy elevator, where he’d made efforts to shield her from the jostling crowd, here he had no choice but to stand uncomfortably close.

Uncomfortable for her anyway. He longed for the warmth of her proximity, for the chance to make out the coloured patterns in her eyes. His fingertips rested against the top of his desk, eyes widening as the synthetic light illuminated a stray eyelash clinging to her cheekbone. More than anything he wanted to reach out and brush it away.

“They’re coming…”

Her focus was on the screen, on the shadowy men boarding the elevator. “Shhh…” He murmured soothingly, hand reaching out to flick the lock on the door. He couldn’t tell from the grainy images on the televisions what sort of weaponry they were packing. Guns? Knives? Did they plan to beat him into oblivion or were they like him? Wands holstered in their boots?

“Why don’t you tell me what we’re dealing with here?” He asked, voice hushed as he considered his approach. Perhaps she was underestimating his ability to take these guys out...

Jun 18 2018, 06:36 AM
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