Jewel
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Loyalty comes in many forms. Some are more obvious than others. -Thorn
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Post by Jewel on May 31, 2016 2:20:36 GMT -5
Ventia
"Lynn, this is absolutely ridiculous."
Travis grabbed the red head's arm in the hallway the morning after Jareth woke up, which caused the orange juice she had to slosh over the lip of its container. The yellow liquid dribbled down Lynn's knuckles, even going so far as the back of her hand. Lynn knew the pulpless drink would leave her hand sticky, so that was why Lynn gave Travis a glare.
"What is absolutely ridiculous?" she asked hotly, her other hand tightening its grip on the brown sack dangling by her side. Then she moved it behind her back when Travis motioned in an exaggerated manner to it.
"That! What is in that?"
"Is it any of your business?" Lynn tried to push past him, continuing her walk with as much dignity as she could muster toward the room Jareth was in (which it wasn't that far. Maybe a meter or two away), but Travis grabbed her arm again. This time in a tighter grip. "Travis? You need to let go now."
"Breakfast?" he asked, ignoring her suggestion and how she winced a bit. "You know that the nurses are paid to take care of the patients, right? That means breakfast included. You don't have to personally feed him."
"But Jenkins said -"
"Jenkins didn't say for you to be at his beck and call!" Travis interrupted, shaking her a little. More orange juice splattered over her fingers, but she didn't pay much mind to it because she was too busy growling in his face. "Oh, let me guess." With his free hand he scratched his chin and looked up at the ceiling in mock thought. "Jareth's favorite food is in there."
"Shut up."
"What is it, Lynn?" Travis bent down a bit to the girl's level, a steely look in his gaze. "Hot cakes with strawberries on top? Belgian waffles? Biscuits and gravy?" He cocked an eyebrow skyward, which made his curls hide it from Lynn's sight. "Whatever it is, you wanted to personally give it to him so that while he was here, he wouldn't forget the girl who froze during the mission to save him. Well," he paused, eyes narrowing a bit. Something was off about Lynn. Travis couldn't really describe it. Her eyes didn't change color. But the dilation of it was ... off. Her pupils became elongated. Not like a feline's. But more ... reptillian.
"It's not like that!" she yelled, wrenching her arm away so violently half the orange juice escaped out of the cup. "Now let me go do what I was told to do!" Travis snapped out of his interest in her eyes quickly, then quickly fell into step with her again. "Stop following me, Travis."
"Then stop walking and listen to me." He gave himself a burst of speed. Enough to grab Lynn's waist and maneuver himself to be in front of her so that he could press her up against the wall. They were so close he could smell the toothpaste Lynn used this morning. A strong mint that reminded him of Altoids. Her eyes were wide, still reptillian. And as much as he'd like for it to be the opposite, her hands were far away from his body. "The only way guys like Jareth would even remotely give you a passing thought after you parted ways is if you spread your legs."
"You're lying." Lynn shook her head. "He's not like that."
"How do you really know?" Travis asked, his voice raised. His hands tightened on her hips, ready to shake her a bit to get her to understand. "Gossip magazine articles and social media pages aren't much to go by."
It was silent on her end, her face flushing from her neck up. Lynn felt cold, despite her T-shirt and jeans on. Goosebumps covered her skin. Shakes started to wrack her body. Her throat closed, leaving her out of breath. Tears blurred her vision quickly, then spilled over her cheeks.
That was when Travis released her, his own face pale at what he caused.
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Post by Ventia on May 31, 2016 6:30:40 GMT -5
Even though he was still hurt and should have slept longer than there mere six hours he had gotten that night, his body woke him up a quarter until seven. He always woke up around this time-even if he went to sleep late as hell he would wake up around six forty five. Blame it on his mother, she beated a schedule into him since he had only been a little boy. He may have lost his quick reflexes while performing but that was only due to his own fault. This? It was stuck with him.
He opened his gaze and glanced around the room, he hated sleeping in places he didn't know which was why he only slept because he passed out. Too tired from the wounds, his body shut him down to try to restore what was hurt. Even if Jareth didn't want to be left in such a vulnerable position, he couldn't fight off sleep with holes in him.
The room was still dark, with rays of blue light coming through the cracks of the blinder from the window, illuminating a part of the room with its soft glow. Besides from that, it was dark. The machines by his side continued on and he felt the blood pressure cuff around his arm start to tighten as the machine demanded his blood pressure.
Jareth leaned back, closing his eyes and waiting for the cuff to finish. During this time, he thought of Lynn. Of their strange second meeting and how there could very well be a possibility that she was his mate. He had felt a tingle of electricity when he touched her that ran up his finger into the rest of his body and settled deep in his chest. He had pondered on it, wondering if he even wanted a mate and because of her almost no knowledge on werewolves, he chose not to say anything. For both of them. She probably wouldn't believe him anyway. That because of tingles they were supposed to be together.
As if she could hear him thinking of her, Jareth heard her voice. For a moment, he simply listened and felt both he and his wolf close their eyes and soak in the beautiful sound. He waited, eyes now fixed at the door and he wondered if she would come visit him. He wanted her to. Wanted to be near her even if she believed for so long that she had been the only one of her kind.
Soon her voice became clearer and he heard everything. His nostrils flared and his lips curled, hearing that they were talking about him. Hearing someone talk aggressively towards Lynn. Hearing his mate cry.
Something snapped in him. Jareth was a notable cool and collected man, whom most of the times thought things out and didn't always retort to violence. He didn't get into other's business and expected the same regarding himself. He had shaped himself to his mother's liking and ways but he still had his fathers blood.
The same man who held a gun to his mate's head was in him, in his blood, and it snapped at the sound of Lynn crying. Silver eyes so dark and dilated that one would believe they were completely black were the only clue to his near insanity. He ripped off the cuff, flicked his fingers which got another machine off, literally snapped the iv line out of his skin, and eased up and out of the bed.
He wore only a standard hospital gown and besides from the boxers that still clung to his hips, he was nude. That didn't matter to him. He strode out of the room, light on his feet, barely breathing as he moved closer to the pair. The sight of tears running down Lynn's face? Reinforced his insanity. Directed it towards the man whom stood a bit too close to his mate than his liking.
Lips curled again, showing teeth and before Jareth knew, he was next to them and threw the pillow he had at the man blocking his vision and then following that up with a solid kick in his middle. There was enough force in that kick to knock him over and although he was in pain, he was blinded by insanity and held nothing back.
A low rumbling growl escaped Jareth and shook the hallway, silver igniting with royal blue flecks that were only a shade lighter than the dilated pupils. He put himself right in front of Lynn where she could see the back of his body and how tensed he was. How muscles clenched and throbbed against his skin, as if he was about to change forms. When he was just keeping the wolf in check.
Her scent cooled him down as it wrapped around him, his shoulders lowered a bit but he was still enraged by the man. "Make her cry again?" He warned, his voice practically a growl. "And I'll kill you." The way he said it left no guess that he didn't mean every single world. He didn't care that he was hurt. He didn't care if he was slow. He would kill the man. Even if it left him near death as well. Jareth would keep to his word and end the man's life whom caused his mate to cry.
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Jewel
Healer
Loyalty comes in many forms. Some are more obvious than others. -Thorn
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Post by Jewel on May 31, 2016 11:30:54 GMT -5
"Lynn-"
Travis tried to apologize, taking a hesitant step forward and reaching out to wipe her tears away. But before he could there was a pillow in his face. He was shocked, but what really knocked the breath out of him was the kick to his middle. He did, indeed, get knocked down, and for a good ten seconds he sat there in the middle of the floor regaining the oxygen that was taken away.
Due to all of the training from Jenkins, there were few people that could easily knock him down and taking away his breath. Lynn, and a couple other experienced soldiers. But for Lynn, it was only because she was a werewolf. She had heightened senses, immense strength, and agility beyond comprehension. She was the super soldier Jenkins desired. Now, seeing Jareth tower over him with funky-colored eyes screamed that he was like Lynn, including the growls and the upturned lips. And insane. He was definitely more than a guy in a band who Lynn just so happened to be obsessed with.
This didn't just set off a jealous tick. It exploded into a colorful mix of rage, jealousy, and fear. He didn't like how there was one extra person here that could over-power him, and did so with just a pillow and a swift kick to the gut. He wasn't too fond how, of all the scenarios that could happen to him, his crush's crush was there, no doubt after this would have Lynn doting on him all the more. He was terrified that he would indeed end up dead - though not because he hurt Lynn. He saw the insanity. Insanity was hard to control.
Slowly, he stood up and squared his shoulders. He looked Jareth square in the face, his jaw clenched and eyebrows drawn together. Travis wasn't about to let this newcomer make a fool out of him. "You have the balls to threaten me in my own home?" He scoffed, showing offense before he threw an underhanded punch to his gut-
Which was cought by an invisible hand that belonged to Orville. At first, Travis was confused as to why his punch didn't land. But then Orville materialized and swept his blonde hair out of his eyes with his free hand. No matter how tongue-tied and antisocial he was, he saw the interaction between Lynn and Travis before Jareth came in. And he, for one, didn't like it. In fact, he was about to go tell Jenkins about it when Jareth came out of his room.
"I can't believe you." It was the boy's first sentence that didn't have him triping over his words in a while. "First you tr-igger an at-tack, and now you wa-nna hit a gu-uest." Then with as much strength he can muster he tugged Travis back the way they both came. "Jenkins'll b-b-be sssso ticked." When Travis tugged his hand out from Orville's grip, the boy became invisible again.
"Gah! Wait, Orville!" Then Travis ran off too, fearing what was to come next.
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For Lynn, there was a roaring in her ears. The cup in her hand fell to the ground, spilling the rest of the contents on the tiles and her pant leg. With the black in her vision she feared she was fixing to pass out at any given moment.
But then Jareth was there.
His scent invaded her nostrils, along with the stench of something burning. But she paid no attention to that, since it was only underlying Jareth's. Her hyperventlating eased, and the black eased up jsut enough for her to see his back. How tense it was. How tense he was. She felt the wall supporting her rumble with his growl, which - if she wasn't having a panick attack - would have concerned her.
Any sound she had made stopped when he spoke, and Lynn felt the desire to grab hold of Jareth and never let go. It took all she had not to, and instead she wiped the trecherous tears from her cheeks. "I'm sorry," she murmured to Jareth when Orville and Travis left. But she wasn't sure exactly what she was apologizing for. Dropping the orange juice? Travis and his machoness? Having an attack? Maybe a bit of all three.
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Post by Ventia on Jun 1, 2016 0:15:05 GMT -5
Rage still boiled inside of Jareth that even the sight of the man sprawling on the floor didn't satisfy him. Lynn still wept and with every sound she emitted, Jareth wanted to lose himself in the insanity that was blood deep from within and make the man whom hurt Lynn pay for what he had done. Muscles corded with tension, the flesh on his body rippled, almost begging to be unleashed so that it could shift into its second skin. It was only will alone that chained in the wolf.
Jareth spat at the man's words, his curling once again to show white teeth, malice filled his tone: "You dare to sprout lies-" He paused at the newcomer, watched their interaction and growled lowly, wanting to follow them and grab Travis by the neck and finish what was started. Instead, he snapped his jaw close, his growl only a muted mumble now and his eyes still that dangerous color of dark silver seemingly looking like black with dark royal blue flecks swirling within the orbs. He turned, snapping his body and gaze towards Lynn and at what he saw, Jareth tried to reel in the insanity he felt.
He didn't want to scare her.
But he was still fuming with rage at the knowledge that not only was someone trying to belittle her, but he had told lies about Jareth's character, putting in a seed of suspicion in his mate's head that he couldn't have liked her unless she fell on her back for him, making her cry. Making his mate cry.
Just thinking of it made his lips tremble with the need to growl again in frustration. But he held it back, staring down at Lynn and listening to her apologize for no reason and looking as if she would fall apart if one touched her too long. He wanted to strangle the man. Truly. Jareth's shoulders slumped in defeat, her scent acting as a calming agent that did wonders to him.
Muscles slowly eased, skin stopped crawling with the need to shift and stay motionless along his body. The aching in his teeth stopped and he could breath regularly without letting the rage take hold of him. His eyes were still that strange mix of colors but besides from his gaze, his body seemed relaxed and all signs that he had been a moment close to shifting gone.
"Lynn." Voice soft, low, and added with a slight longing that wished to make her feel better. His fingers flexed, wanting to touch her and pull her into his body. Hugging her tightly until all the broken pieces slowly melded together. But Jareth resisted the urge to hold her and instead, bent slightly his forehead touching the wall, a few feet between his chin and the top of her head. He was after all, very tall.
He sighed out, his breath stirring the top of her colored hair. A strand tickled his neck and Jareth almost whined. His shoulders slumped and then he felt the first pangs of pain filling his stomach and a slighter one in his shoulder. His mouth open and instead of speaking, he just inhaled the air, mouth ajar. Inhaling her scent until all he could taste was her.
"Don't be." Was all he said and if she listened closely, she would have heard his voice tremble. As if in pain. But it wasn't pain relating to the bullet wound or knife wound. No. It slashed deeper into him. Licking its way into his chest and slashing at his heart.
It was the pain that seared all throughout him at the sound of his mate apologizing at his feet.
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Jewel
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Loyalty comes in many forms. Some are more obvious than others. -Thorn
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Post by Jewel on Jun 1, 2016 11:29:53 GMT -5
She looked up when he said her name. Couldn't help but lock gazes with him. His eyes were beautiful, she thought, even though she's never seen the blue flecks before. Suddenly, she felt a bit self-conscious, because her own eyes were more than likely bloodshot (and she's seen herself in the mirror when she had a panic attack; it wasn't pretty). Yet she didn't look away. Couldn't look away until he moved closer and moving his eyes away from her sight.
Lynn's trembles decreased with each passing second. Her breathing deepened, and with each intake of breath his scent filled her lungs. Underneath the sweat and blood - he probably ripped a few stitches, if he had them - she could smell a woodsy scent. The outdoors. Freedom. Her eyes closed, letting the smell surround her. Caress her skin. Her free hand grabbed a hesitant hold on his hospital gown, needing physical reassurance that her world wasn't going to fall out from under her.
She's been on the base for much of her life, the only time she ever goes outdoors is when she goes on missions. Of course, Jenkins knew that wolves were outdoor creatures. So in the gym he had installed a forest simulation. She cracked fake twigs and heard fake bird calls. Howled in response to false calls of other wolves. If Jareth was right - which she was almost certain he was - there were others like her. Others that weren't locked away. She wanted to be like them.
When he spoke those last two words she startled. Lynn had been so lost in his scent, in the warmth he was emitting, that she forgot where she was. Her eyelids were heavy, but she opened them at the tremble she heard. She heard the pain. But she didn't think it was because of her. He did get shot the day before, after all. So she let go of his gown to wipe the remaining tears away. She didn't have anything to say to his response to her apology. What could she say? What would anyone have to say to that?
So instead, she went to wrap her fingers around his forearm. "Come on, you need to get-" she started to say in a hoarse way, but stopped when she felt the tingles. They traveled up her arm, danced on her collar bone. A gasp, barely audible, escaped her lips. Her fingers moved away. It didn't hurt like it did yesterday, where the pain had centered to the small of her back. Instead, it was comforting. Soothing. She looked down at her fingertips in awe.
"What was that?"
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Post by Ventia on Jun 1, 2016 22:48:56 GMT -5
The sweet blend of yellow floral and nectarous honey filled the air, it was heady and extremely intoxicating for Jareth. Upon close proximity with Lynn, the alluring scent wrapped around him, promising various of things to him if he only just got closer. A sudden urge of pushing his body into hers against the wall claimed him and muscles once again strained to keep himself rooted to the floor.
It was almost too much for Jareth, he felt her tug on his hospital gown and that insane urge intensify. He wanted to touch her. To run his hands up her sides until they fisted in her strange yet striking hair. To bring her hair to his lips and kiss the damn strands. To hold her so tightly that her scent mixed with his until there was a underlying hint of him on her body. To explore every inch of her body with either his hands, eyes, or lips. To claim her as his and let all know that she was taken.
He inwardly groaned, muscles straining against his will to not move a inch, because this was absolutely lunatic. He was a lunatic. Never had he had this feeling before. It left him unbalanced. She left him unbalanced. He didn't know what to do with the insanity that wanted to take hold of his body. He wanted to kidnap her and lock her in a tower and stay with her all day and night in a bed.
He was crazy, he realized. Jareth had gone and lost his mind. He was vaguely reminded of his lunatic father when he thought of the words in his head. They were almost similar to what his father had done to his mother.
He had to stop this crazy thinking and yet? Her scent dared him not to. Admist the heady alluring scent, there was a light-hearted and peaceful, serene aroma that clung to Lynn. One that becokened him to come closer, teased him with the alluring fact that if he moved closer, joy would come to him. Immediate pleasure would follow once he did and for the rest of his days, he would continue to savor this scent. All he had to do was claim it as his own.
Lips curled, teeth shone, and his nostrils burned with the scent. He was losing it. Jareth was losing it. He forced the emotions to be reined in but he didn't want to. The insanity wanted to stay and a part of him selfishly wanted it to as well. But this was Lynn. A girl who was forced to stay inside a compound for the majority of her life, who may just be his mate and whom knew nothing-nothing-of their kind yet alone the fact that tingles singled out whom was someone's mate. He would be seen as a crazy man whom forced her into sleeping with him. A crazy man whom chomped down on her neck and marked her with his brand.
No. Jareth didn't want to scare her away. He would never force her either. He would never allow the insanity-the need to make her his-to scare the woman whom very well may be his mate. With all the will he could muster, Jareth leaned back slightly, his muscles still strained as if he was seconds away from pushing up against her, locking her against the wall and claiming her. A wolf shone in the depths of his colored orbs.
The tingle snapped through his, like a cold splash of water on his face, it made everthing clearer. There was no question. Lynn was his mate. Corded muscles pulsed under his skin, his heart rapidly knocked against his chest, his eyes dilated more. His jaw ticked, his teeth ached, his fingers itched...
Breathe.
Wrong thing to do.
Her scent rammed into him, stronger now with the knowledge that this was his. It invaded him, seemingly claiming him, and begging to have him claim her back. He swallowed the growl that wanted to escape when she pulled her hand away from him. His body trembled slightly, a pounding filled his head as the blood rushed to his head.
Breathe.
He did. And the sound that left him was closer to a whine than a intake of air. It hurt. Having her so close and not being able to touch.
Mine. The wolf howled in his head and Jareth's teeth ached to say that word aloud. Mine. Mine. Mine.. It chanted in his head, urging Jareth to seal the deal.
No. Jareth clenched down on his teeth, his fingers curling into fists, his breathing heavy. He strained against the insanity that threathened to take hold. Until finally, in a very slow process, every muscle on his frame relaxed and the wolf shining through his eyes, simmered back to its dark depths. The color in his gaze relaxed, the dark royal blue flecks being swallowed up by the dark silver until finally his eyes went back to its natural shade of silver.
His breath eased out of him and he raked a hand through his hair, his heart still hammering at the excursion he just had. Finally, he glanced at his mate. "You wouldn't believe me if I told you. But let me say this, what you just felt? Doesn't happen with any other person but me." Unless I die. He thought with dark gloom, and then touched his stomach.
"I think I ripped a stitch." He held out his hand, offering her to go first. "Ladies first." Please come. He silently added to himself, knowing that he'd go insane if she decided to leave right after it was confirmed that she was his mate.
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Jewel
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Loyalty comes in many forms. Some are more obvious than others. -Thorn
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Post by Jewel on Jun 4, 2016 2:04:04 GMT -5
Lynn let him stand there. Smell her. Because she was quick to realize that her world was him. It had always been him. Since way before he met her. He was in her dreams. Fantasies. His posters were on her walls. Her favorite songs were him doing the lead vocals. Mostly all she ever talked about was him. And even though most people would argue that it was obsessive - and would probably have Jareth screaming for the hills - she didn't care at this point in time. No, with how he was acting she wasn't afraid that she'd screw up and scare him. Her world was there, and the reason why she grabbed him was because she wanted to be reassured he wouldn't suddenly disappear.
Barely anyone could say that they've met their favorite celebrity personally. Had a conversation. Half of those people couldn't say that the object of obsession scared off someone that was agitating them. No one could claim that they were as close to each other as Jareth was to her. Jenkins was wrong. Her obsession with him didn't go away. Rather, she knew that when he left, she'd never see him again; she never wanted him to leave, or that he would take her with him.
She tried so hard to hide what she was currently feeling. The desire to just leave everything behind to be with him, because it would never in a million years happen. Truthfully she was surprised that Jareth was even willingly sharing the same air as her. She was afraid that he would know somehow that he was her world. No, she didn't want to scare him away. Didn't want to be remembered as the crazy fan who wanted to stay by his side forever.
Lynn looked up sharply, hearing the whine coming from his mouth. Fearing that he was hurt more than he let on. She watched him as he clenched his jaw, heard him clenching his fists together. Practically feeling his heart pound in time to the heavy breaths he was exhaling. It was hard to tell if he himself was having a panic attack. And just as she was about to reach out to him again, childishly hoping that her touch did to him what his scent did to her - bring her back from her nightmare - she jerked her hand away at his voice.
Her throat closed a tad, but not because she felt another attack coming on, but because butterflies erupted in her stomach. Something she only felt with him? She can handle that. Then she wondered if it was because of this sensation she felt caused him to act as if he was having an attack - this caused her throat to tighten a bit more. No, she didn't want to give him anxiety. She knew the hell that is named anxiety. She never wished it on anyone beside her enemies - and she had very few, if any.
But ... he spoke as if he wanted her with him. So she slowly led the way to the room he was staying in, orange juice forgotten and with her sticky hand gripping the arm carrying the sack of food.
Inside the room, she hit the nurse's call button. And when two of them came in, they reset everything Jareth took out. The IV, the blood pressure doo-hickey. Everything. Resealed his stitches and gave him pain meds. Lynn was there, in the corner of the room and out of everyone's way. She was silent, watching worriedly in the background. Yet when the women left, she moved closer to him until she sat hesitantly on the chair situated beside him. "Just because I won't believe you doesn't mean I don't want to know." And after a pause, she continued (more quietly), "I want you to tell me everything about ... us. Shifters."
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Post by Ventia on Jun 5, 2016 0:28:49 GMT -5
If there was one thing Jareth hated from becoming famous, it was being held on a pedestal. It was people believing that he was different from them or better than them. That he was out of their reach. That it was unrealistic that he could have anything in common with them. That he was from a different world. Jareth hated it. He hated seen that way in the eyes of his fans.
Besides from being a shifter, Jareth was just like them. He was just a guy whom had found a band and they enjoyed making music together. It was only by chance that they were found by a sponsor whom had taken them farther into popularity. The same applied to all his members. They didn't think that they should be held so high in regards, they were just a group of friends who wanted to share their love of music. That was all.
Had Jareth known what Lynn was thinking, he would have tried to make her think otherwise. He didn't want her to think that they lived in two different worlds. God. They were both shifters. They had so much in common than she knew. If anything, she was the closest fan he had. The fan who could truly understand him. Not to mention. Even if they were different-Jareth wanted to be in her world.
He wanted to breathe the same air as her. Wanted to stand by her side and let her scent wash over him. He would never get scared off by her. He would never want her to leave. It was a insane notion that he had never felt ever. A emotion that tempted him into doing anything just to keep her next to him. Whether it was talking to her and making her fall for him. Or claiming her with his mark. Or kidnapping her and forcing her to stay with him until she realized that she didn't want to leave. It was a crazy feeling that filled him to the brim, urging him to do whatever it took to make her his. In this moment? He understood his father's seemingly insane ways. He understood it perfectly. He wanted her and he would do anything to have her. Final.
He moved with her, making way around the shards of glass until they got to the room. He didn't say anything along the way but he wondered what she had thought to his words. Jareth glanced at Lynn in the corner when the nurses came in and then once satisfied that she wouldn't leave, sat back down on the bed and let them fuss over him. It reminded him of all his days in the Infirmary back at the Pack.
Jareth half smiled at her statement that she most likely wouldn't believe his words. Even so? He was happy that she wanted to know more so he eased back against the pillows.
"I told you yesterday that werewolves aren't the only kind of shifters. There's a ton of others as well. But for now, I'll only explain about us. You should know most of this by now, normal werewolves have better senses: hearing, sight, touch, smell, and taste. Most of us are faster, smarter, with advanced healing and the ability to change forms. Changing forms is different for everyone, for some it's easy, quick, and painless. For others? It's long and painful and hard to switch constantly. There are some shifters whom have three forms, their humanoid, a half beast, and their beast's form. There are others whom have more. I have a Aunt whom has five forms."
Jareth paused, giving Lynn time to let everything soak in. "There are packs, which is basically a group of the same species that comes together and offers protection and more for its members. I'm in a Pack. It's called New Dawn." At this point? Knowing she was his mate? Jareth didn't care if he was telling her things that he wasn't supposed to. He wanted her to know. Wanted her to have information about him-about them-and secretly hoped that she'd look for him.
"Usually Pack's consist of a Alpha Male and a Alpha Female. Sometimes it's just one of the two. You have Betas-the individual whom are second in command. Sometimes you have a Gamma, whom is third in command. Then the rest of the members are given roles in the pack: warriors, scouts, medics, guards, hunters, and so on. If the Pack has a lot of members, each role will have a Head Member to make it easier to function."
"There's something called a Pack Link, where its a mental connection between everyone in the pack. Where if you concentrate hard enough, you'd be able to send a telepathic message through the Pack. You can send it to one person individual with practice or you can send a pack-wide message. Another thing that is similar to the Pack Link, is the Mate's Link."
"Mates are basically the soulmate for someone. There are different ways to figure out if someone is a mate. For most shifters, when there is skin-on-skin contact, there's a tingling sensation." He paused for a heartbeat and continued. "For birds, they imprint on someone. One moment everything is the same. The next? There's a sudden epiphany that that person is your soulmate. I'm sure there's a few other ways for other kind of shifters, but I'm not sure so I won't give you false information."
"Mates are...complicated. It is said that they are your soulmate. That they should fit you like a puzzle. But I know some people whom casted away their mates because it just didn't work. Or someone was happy with their mate but then their mate died and then forward to a few years, and they have a second chance at another mate. Some people hold this very dear to them. Others don't. It really depends on the shifter."
He believed in it. Now. Before? He didn't. Jareth didn't really believe in all that crap. But since meeting Lynn? Since the moment he saw her. He had believed it. How else was he supposed to explain his near insanity moment?
"What else. A pregnant shifter cannot shift during the pregnancy which is shorter than a regular pregnancy term. Werewolves are deadly allergic to Silver and Wolfsbane. Well most wolves. Depending on the circumstances of your birth, there are some defects that not even the magic in you can fix. You'll permanently be with that birth defect unless through medicine or science or hell even a demons helping hand."
He paused and then glanced at Lynn. "I think that's the most of it."
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Jewel
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Loyalty comes in many forms. Some are more obvious than others. -Thorn
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Post by Jewel on Jun 6, 2016 23:00:58 GMT -5
Lynn sat, her body lithe enough to fill up space even with her combat boots, with her feet n the edge of the chair, her arms around her calves and with her chin atop one of her knees. Her posture showed that she was skeptical - after all, she wasn't ready to believe that the man that raised her from birth until now would ever lie to her - but the light in her eyes screamed that she was curious. There was evidence that Jareth was a werewolf. There was no doubt about it. Add to the fact that the tingles seemed to be too surreal to keep herself believing that she was sane, although Jareth felt them too.
To be honest, though, finding out that they wouldn't feel it with anyone else had a certain satisfaction warm her insides like chocolate chip cookies that came straight out of the oven.
Lynn soaked up this information like a sponge, storing it all later for a different time. Though in the back of her mind, she wondered ... why bother? It wasn't like she was ever going to get out of here. She was an experiment. One that was trained to fight bad guys and take care of domestic enemies. Colonel Jenkins wasn't going to let her go, despite his threats to set her loose when she's had an anxiety attack in the middle of a mission. So why even bother if she will never experience being part of a pack. Or - really, most importantly - never see Jareth again?
Before she could feel the tears brimming in her eyes, blocking her vision, she shoved the negative thoughts down. Way, way, down deep inside her. Locked it away in a padded cell in the back of her mind. Nataya was a psychiatrist before she came to live under the base's roof. She's been trying to teach Lynn how to survive her anxiety disorder, and the first thing was to think positively. Live in the now, not worry about the future. And right now, Jareth was with her. Talking with her. Explaining that she wasn't the only one. That there were even social structures, much similar to an actual wolf pack.
And that there was a name to this sensation that she felt with Jareth. And a reason.
She had actually stopped soaking up the information he was giving her after that. Her thought process just ... shut down. From what she had been taught, in the animal kingdom, most animals had mates. In the human world, some people called their partners "soulmates". It wasn't hard to figure out what he ment by that. And to know that this tingling sensation was what werewolves used to figure out who their mates were was the same thing as what she felt with him (because she was smart enough to make the connection) made her question her sanity.
Really question her sanity.
How could she, someone that came from a completely different life - a nobody who wasn't even allowed to be social with people outside her team - than Jareth, actually was lucky enough to not only meet the guy she was crazy-obsessed with but find that they were ... meant for each other? Was that the reason why she was so obsessed in the first place? She loosened her hold on her legs and let her combat boots hit the ground. She leaned back, her facial expression screaming that she was ... shocked for a lack of a better word. She kept opening her mouth, then closing it, then opening it again. "I ..." she started at one point. "Well," she tried again. "Hmm." Then she looked down at the paper sack that was still in her hand, then held it up, whowing the grease stains at the bottom unknowingly.
"I brought you breakfast?"
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Post by Ventia on Jun 7, 2016 13:49:42 GMT -5
Jareth had been staring at Lynn from the corner of his eye as he spoke, watching for any hint of acknowledgment from her. Any hint that said that she realized what it was that she felt with him. Realized its full meaning. That they were mates. That they were meant for each other.
Her feet banging on the floor made him turn his head fully towards her. Jareth took in her surprised expression and felt his hopes light up. Did she realize it? He wanted to believe that she did. But he knew that the surprise could be attest to anything he said. Maybe the silver? Or maybe because he knew so much and she was surprise with the reality that she wasn't really the only werewolf. Maybe the mate thing went over her head.
Jareth's jaw clicked shut. He had been about to tell her flatly that they were mates. But forced himself not to. He had explained it. If she didn't want to acknowledge it. Jareth had to deal with the rejection. He wasn't going to push the issue. So he forced himself to relax in the bed and stare at Lynn.
He glanced at the bag and smiled a bit. Besides from his mother and occasionally Katie, no one else had cooked for him. Sure the band got gifts from time to time. But no one had personally cooked for him.
His gaze lit slightly with a hint of royal blue flecks and his lips curled slightly. "Thank you." He reached out for it and touched the bag, his fingers a breath away from hers and softly he tugged the bag out of her hands and into his lap.
The aroma of bacon and eggs was the first to come. As he opened the bag, he could both see and smell the sausage and the rice as well as some pieces of fruit on the side. Everything smelled great. And honestly even if it didn't? Jareth would have eaten every bit of it because it was made by Lynn.
"Everything looks great Lynn. Thank you." He smiled at her and before he ate, he paused again and glanced at her. "Did you eat or did you forget to?"
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Jewel
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Loyalty comes in many forms. Some are more obvious than others. -Thorn
Posts: 2,195
Pack Status: New Dawn, Nighstar, Rogue, Other
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Post by Jewel on Jun 11, 2016 19:27:02 GMT -5
Lynn absolutely adored his eyes. So much so, that the change in color seemed to take her breath away. It wasn't in any of her posters or the interviews that she saw when she did so happen to get on Major Jenkins's computer. She didn't see it yesterday when Jareth first arrived. Only when Travis followed Orville down the hall did she see it. Now, she wasn't talented when matching colors. That was Brody's expertise. But in her opinion, the blue matched with the silver so beautifully that she could get even more lost in his eyes than she already had been before.
And his mouth! The way that his lips moved sparked the desire for them to be pressed up against hers. Travel down her body. Explore every inch. She's had this desire before, most definitely. But being just a mere three feet away from him made it more prominant. It didn't help that his intoxicating scent tickled her nostrils - beckoned her to lean forward and taste what it had to offer. Freedom.
Was this the workings of the tingles? Or was it her insanity?
Either way, he looked so happy to have the food that she brought. And of course, she was happy that he was happy. But she didn't have the right to say that she made it for him. Lynn didn't know how to cook. She knew many different ways to kill a fully-grow man. She was an excellent marksman. She could decipher codes and infiltrate enemy lines. But one thing she didn't know - one thing that she never really had the desire to know, since she was never going to escape this place anyway - was to cook. Seeing his reaction - regardless of how ... arousing it was - had her wanting the impossible. Again.
She jerked out of the scene she created - one where Jareth had just come into the house that they lived in together and nabbed a piece of bacon out from under her nose - at his question. "Hmm? Oh." She leaned back, and epically failed to look casual. "I forgot." Actually, she intended to eat right after Jareth got his food. Though due to recent events she did, in fact, forgot to eat. To be honest, she wasn't hungry at the moment. As stalkerish as it sounded, she just wanted to sit there and watch him. A tingle of shame crawled down her back. But she couldn't help it.
She was definitely going insane.
But just in case. "So the ... tingles. I had them with you. That means we're mates."
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Post by Ventia on Jun 14, 2016 1:20:01 GMT -5
Honestly, Jareth would be happy even if he found out that Lynn didn't actually cook this. The fact that she even thought of him so early in the morning was enough to leave him in high spirits. He didn't care if she didn't know how to cook-after all, cooking was hard. But his mother had taught him the basics and he found it to be quiet calming-second to making music of course.
He took a piece of bacon and bit into it, chewing softly as he waited for her answer. When it did come, he naturally frowned. "Seriously Lynn?" The sentence was so casual sounding that it took Jareth a moment to realize how easily it was for him to speak to her. Usually Jareth had a hard time speaking to people but with Lynn. It came as easily to him as music.
He pushed the plate slightly to her. "Eat." He demanded, his eyes narrowing at her. "Theres enough food here for both of us." He waited, knowing for some reason that she wouldn't want to eat. She would want him to eat. Well he wanted her to eat. "I don't like the idea of you straving." God, weren't those words the truth. Just the thought put Jareth in a ill mood. He didn't like it-period.
He waited for her to eat, and as he did, her words shocked him. So she did figure it out. A rush of excitement filled him and he bought his gaze towards her. His pulse beat rapidly and he tried to not look too hopeful. He wasn't about to guilt trip her into being with him.
Instead, he smiled slightly-just a hint of a curve at the edge of his lips- before he answered her. "Yes, we're mates. The tingles claim that we're meant for each other..." He paused, glanced into her eyes and then felt his lips tug more, widening its smile. "I believe it." He waited a heartbeat and then continue, "But some don't. If you don't, I will understand and I wont try to force you to being with me."
He clenched his fist on the blanket. "But if theres a part of you that wants to believe it-and I know its sudden...but I would like to get to know you more. I would like to..." To what? court her? Date her? What did he say? "I would like for you to get to know me and vise versa and see if we can have something together."
There. He said it. The words just rushed out of his lips. Yes, they were sudden but with no doubt-the truth. So now he waited, for rejection or a chance. He was on a limb here and truly didn't like the feeling but it was the only way-save for being insane and kidnapping her-that he would be able to see if they could have a future together.
"You don't have to answer now." He said without wanting to, personally he needed to know the answer now-but he knew that it was a lot to take in. Hell, she probably saw him as a crazy man claiming that they were mates and he wanted a future with her. Hell, maybe he was crazy. "But before I leave here...I'd like to know your answer."
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Jewel
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Loyalty comes in many forms. Some are more obvious than others. -Thorn
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Pack Status: New Dawn, Nighstar, Rogue, Other
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Post by Jewel on Jun 15, 2016 2:00:20 GMT -5
Lynn felt her face heat up a bit, and she knew that there was a rosy blush lighting her expression from chin to forehead. Even if it was casual, she felt a bit sheepish, like she should have remembered to eat and have the desire to eat right now. After all, she hadn't eaten since seven last night. "Dead serious, Jareth," she said, but there was a small, "caught me red-handed" smile gracing her features.
Jareth did, indeed, guess right. She shook her head and pushed the plate back towards him. "No. You eat. You need your strength. I wasn't the one that got critically injured." She also wasn't the one that had a life outside this place that she needed to get back to. Didn't have a band to sing with or a mother and sister that was more than likely worried about her. "Trust me, I'm not going to starve." She brought her feet up into the chair again, wrapping her arms around her legs and resting her chin on her knees.
All depressing thoughts left for the time being, and was replaced with an errupting volcano of butterflies within her stomach. She could have sworn he was able to hear how hard her heart was beating against her chest, acting as if it was a wild brid stuck in a cage. One thought that ran through her head was a question of shock. Force? He didn't have to force, even if he wanted to! Yes, it was a lot of information to take in, but to hear that her obsession was also her mate was ... any fan's dream, really. And she was the lucky one to have it come true? Wow! Jareth cpuld obviously see the difficulty she had in keeping herself from smiling like an utter fool. From laughing as if she were a hyena. Lynn forced it into a rather unbelievable cough.
He didn't have to wait, really. No, who wouldn't want to give him an answer right then and there? "That'd be great!" she made another attempt to keep her enthusiasm in check, but her tone might have given it away.
Right then, she wasn't worried about that. Her depressing thoughts she had not two minutes before wriggled a bit from the back of her head to the forefront of her mind. Major Jenkins wouldn't have it, she was sure. Jareth was an outsider - Jenkins didn't take too kindly to them. Not only that, but she knew that Jenkins would flip out that her obsession actually wants to have a relationship with her (which would probably have her anxiety attacks becoming worse, he would guess). And to top it off, he'd get angry that he was caught actually lying to her.
Her expression fell, and suddenly she felt a lump rising in her throat. Her fingers gripped her pantlegs tightly so that she could feel stable. She dared not open her mouth before her third attempt to clear her throat. "But I can't leave. And after you recover you wouldn't be allowed to come back. I don't have a phone that I can call you on-" she stopped to take a deep breath, then let it out in a huff before turning her head away from Jareth. It hurt so much to deny herself what Lady Luck seemed to be laying out on a silver platter for her. Her bottom lip trembled trecherously. So she sucked it and her top lip into her mouth, making it look like an elderly woman with no teeth. It took a bit for her to even glance at Jareth again. Though when she did, she didn't feel like she was about to cry at the unfairness of the situation.
But she didn't want to give him her definite answer. That no, because of their different lifestyles they couldn't have a relationship. It hurt too much to even think about it.
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Post by Ventia on Jun 28, 2016 22:18:08 GMT -5
Jareth chuckled lightly at her retort, finding it so easy to laugh next to her. It felt good to hear her call his name. Almost different, which he knew was retarded since hundreds of people had spoken his name before but it sounded...better coming out of Lynn. It felt even better to see her smile, such a small smile and yet it made Jareth's day. He knew that all would be fine, if she would just continue to smile. In fact, he felt his fingers itch as though they wanted to write lyrics.
Which he no doubt believed it to be about Lynn. After all, he knew that she was his destiny. As corny as that sounded, Jareth knew that it had to be Lynn.
Lynn's words caused him to roll his eyes. "I'm alive aren't I?" Which he was. He would have to thank that woman whom saved him. Knowing his body, he would have bled out faster before any healer could tend to him had it not been for her. After all, Jewel always broke out into a mad dash when he showed up at the Infirmary wounded. Matter of fact, most of the healers went crazy when he was injured. They weren't used to a shifter who didn't heal to a extent. In most cases, he was worst than a human. At least human's blood clot-Jareth's didn't. Which meant every wound could be fatal for him.
"I dislike the thought of you straving so please, eat." He nodded at the plate before a mischievous smile covered half his face. "Or are you the type of girl who doesn't like eating in front of others? I wont judge, scouts honor." Jareth's smile widened and he happily stared at Lynn for her reaction.
He had grinned at her agreement but then his features as well lowered. She couldn't leave? Not allowed? Seriously? Jareth forced himself to relax, listening to his fated mate and wondering what he could do. Really. What century were they living in? To not allow Lynn to leave whenever she pleased-like she was a prisoner-
"Are you a prisoner here?" His voice had dropped to a mere whisper, the muscles in his body tensed and already a plan forming in his head at ways to take her away from here.
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Jewel
Healer
Loyalty comes in many forms. Some are more obvious than others. -Thorn
Posts: 2,195
Pack Status: New Dawn, Nighstar, Rogue, Other
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Post by Jewel on Jun 29, 2016 13:04:58 GMT -5
Lynn paused for a few moments, letting the word "prisoner" run through her head. All her life she's lived here. Never once did Jenkins use that word when describing her comrades and her. "Special" was one. "Gifted". "Capable of saving the world". And that was why they were hidden away. Little gems that, if put in the wrong hands, can be used to harm the world instead of protect. Especially her, because she was supposedly the last of her kind. Jenkins has been a father figure as well as their coach since – for most of them – birth. And most fathers had a tendency to be very protective.
But since meeting Jareth. To say that her life had flipped upside down would be an understatement. Never would she have believed that Jareth was … like her. Much less they were made for each other or that he was in a pack – something that was made up of other people like her. Now with the word "prisoner" branding her mind, she wasn't sure what Jenkins's motives were for lying to her. Why did he tell her that she was the only one of her kind alive?
"He … raised me." It was said with so much hesitance one would think she wasn't even sure about that anymore. "I've been at the compound since birth. The only people that should be prisoners are my parents." Then a thought struck her, and with wide eyes she took a large, slow inhale of breath.
What if Jenkins was lying about her parents, too?
"I … I don't know," she whispered, shaking her head. No, food was not on her mind anymore. Her stomach churned more than a slushy machine. Her insides twisted in knots. Next thing she knew, she was light-headed. Her vision grew spotty. She felt her muscles tensing up, whether to flee from the thoughts of doubt in her head or to confront Jenkins she didn't know. What she did know was that she didn't want to have an attack on front of Jareth.
Even if he already saw one not twenty minutes ago.
She feared to take a breath. If she did she might start hyperventilating. She couldn't do that in front of Jareth. The best idea was to start walking out of the room. But she didn't feel like moving either. So she still had her knees pressed to her chest before burrowing her face in between them before forcing out a laugh. So that Jareth wouldn't be concerned. Still, she wasn't breathing. "Never would I have thought about being a prisoner."
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