Post by Lady Evangeline on Jan 31, 2009 23:12:13 GMT -5
[Tag: Donavon][pre-twilight]
Eve groaned and bashed her head into the stone wall; she’d lost it completely and totally lost it. What other reason was there, she’d never in her 319 years acted this rashly—or this stupid for that matter. At least she couldn’t remember ever acting this crazy. She had completely jumped off of the sane train, and caught the crazy express to volterra. She sighed and lifted her head from the hole in the wall her head had made. Banging her head into a wall was not solving the problems—nor was it helping the structure of the wall. She pushed off the wall and whirled around, her eyes taking in everything in her room as her body moved the speed of a humming birds wings.
She loved her room, she’d decorated it her self, and thought she’d done a very nice job. She’d gotten the idea when she’d briefly stayed in India; the country was so colorful and beautiful that she'd wanted her room to be the same way. The rooms was done in three colors; dark purple, dark pink, and gold to tie up the room in a nice bow. She’d draped, and pinned several yards of purple, pink, and gold silk fabric to the ceiling, creating an almost circus tent like atmosphere in the room—or a canopy feel. Strewn around the room were several gold silk bean bags, she loved sitting in them and running her toes threw the ornate rugs that covered the floor. The rugs had been a gift from a human man that said ‘I want to give you the world’ that was of course right before she ate him for dinner. Her eyes moved over to the corner were a large gold settee was sitting; it was covered with several pink and purple throw pillows. There were several other pieces of furniture in the room; desk, several tables, some lamps, and a very large chest that sat at the foot of her bed. The way the room was done would have reminded anyone who was permitted in here was that her room looked like a harem. The first time Letty and Heidi had come in here they had told her that it was nothing like they had expected, Eve had a suspicion that it was the way she dressed. She loved simple and plain, she chuckled well with the exception of her room that is.
Eve’s eyes shifted to the bed, it was her favorite part of the room—even though she didn’t need to sleep she’d still wanted a bed, she laid in it quite often when she read. It was a deep mahogany colored bed frame; the canopy on the bed matched the canopied ceiling in colors. The bed was covered in a deep rich purple, gold, and pink bedspread—and about a million pillows. Eve yanked a piece of her hair out of her pony tail, twisting it furiously—her very large problem. Right dead in the center of her beautiful bed was a very drop dead gorgeous Irishmen. She moved over to the bed—her movements almost dance like, she looked down at Donavon, he was still unconscious and that was beginning to worry her. He did have a stubborn hard head but Letty did have a wallop of a left hook.
She sighed “If zis iz what crazy, looks, and acts like zen I should have jumped onto this train a long time ago” she mumbled. She slid up onto the bed making sure she didn’t touch any part of Donavon she didn’t want him waking up just yet. She hadn’t known him long, but it was long enough to know that the man had a temper on him, and the he could be quite stubborn. Eve ground her teeth; it was his stubbornness that had gotten her into the mess in the first place. If he had jut agreed to coming with her back to volterra, she wouldn’t have had to take some extreme measures to get him here.
She stared down at him, what on earth was wrong with her; she’d basically just kidnapped a vampire she barely knew. She hadn't even thought the idea all the way through before she'd acted, a trait that Eve had never showed in her life. She always had a plan, and that plan always had a back up plan. But not this she didn't even have an idea as to how she was going to keep him here once he woke up, or what she was going to tell him why she'd done it. She could see it now “well Donavon even zo we've only known each other for a few dayz. I think I might like you, so I clubbed you over ze head like a caveman and brought you back to volterra.” Her lips twitched, he was going to be absolute monster when he woke up.
Her eyes widened when she saw his lips twitching, she crossed her fingers that he wasn’t waking up just yet. She watched his lips twitch for another two seconds and then as quickly as they had started stopped. She stared at his lips; she suddenly had the strangest and craziest urge she’d ever experienced. She wanted to kiss him.
The crazy part of her brain whispered to her 'well it isn't like he would know right' The sane rational part of her brain gawked at the crazy part. Well the crazy part was right, it wasn’t like he would know, she smiled down at him—at least this way he couldn’t reject her, because he’d never know. She adjusted her self so she was leaning over him, she stared down at him one last time and thought ‘well here goes’ She leaned down and brushed her lips hesitantly at first across his, if she had a heart it would have been beating—no galloping in her chest. His lips were warm and soft, and just the right kissing size lips—at least she thought so she didn't really know. She was 319 and she’d never kissed a man—human—or vamp before, she'd never had the urge to do so. She got a little more courage and pressed her lips fully into his, she threaded her fingers through his hair, some part of her wished he was awake.
She loved her room, she’d decorated it her self, and thought she’d done a very nice job. She’d gotten the idea when she’d briefly stayed in India; the country was so colorful and beautiful that she'd wanted her room to be the same way. The rooms was done in three colors; dark purple, dark pink, and gold to tie up the room in a nice bow. She’d draped, and pinned several yards of purple, pink, and gold silk fabric to the ceiling, creating an almost circus tent like atmosphere in the room—or a canopy feel. Strewn around the room were several gold silk bean bags, she loved sitting in them and running her toes threw the ornate rugs that covered the floor. The rugs had been a gift from a human man that said ‘I want to give you the world’ that was of course right before she ate him for dinner. Her eyes moved over to the corner were a large gold settee was sitting; it was covered with several pink and purple throw pillows. There were several other pieces of furniture in the room; desk, several tables, some lamps, and a very large chest that sat at the foot of her bed. The way the room was done would have reminded anyone who was permitted in here was that her room looked like a harem. The first time Letty and Heidi had come in here they had told her that it was nothing like they had expected, Eve had a suspicion that it was the way she dressed. She loved simple and plain, she chuckled well with the exception of her room that is.
Eve’s eyes shifted to the bed, it was her favorite part of the room—even though she didn’t need to sleep she’d still wanted a bed, she laid in it quite often when she read. It was a deep mahogany colored bed frame; the canopy on the bed matched the canopied ceiling in colors. The bed was covered in a deep rich purple, gold, and pink bedspread—and about a million pillows. Eve yanked a piece of her hair out of her pony tail, twisting it furiously—her very large problem. Right dead in the center of her beautiful bed was a very drop dead gorgeous Irishmen. She moved over to the bed—her movements almost dance like, she looked down at Donavon, he was still unconscious and that was beginning to worry her. He did have a stubborn hard head but Letty did have a wallop of a left hook.
She sighed “If zis iz what crazy, looks, and acts like zen I should have jumped onto this train a long time ago” she mumbled. She slid up onto the bed making sure she didn’t touch any part of Donavon she didn’t want him waking up just yet. She hadn’t known him long, but it was long enough to know that the man had a temper on him, and the he could be quite stubborn. Eve ground her teeth; it was his stubbornness that had gotten her into the mess in the first place. If he had jut agreed to coming with her back to volterra, she wouldn’t have had to take some extreme measures to get him here.
She stared down at him, what on earth was wrong with her; she’d basically just kidnapped a vampire she barely knew. She hadn't even thought the idea all the way through before she'd acted, a trait that Eve had never showed in her life. She always had a plan, and that plan always had a back up plan. But not this she didn't even have an idea as to how she was going to keep him here once he woke up, or what she was going to tell him why she'd done it. She could see it now “well Donavon even zo we've only known each other for a few dayz. I think I might like you, so I clubbed you over ze head like a caveman and brought you back to volterra.” Her lips twitched, he was going to be absolute monster when he woke up.
Her eyes widened when she saw his lips twitching, she crossed her fingers that he wasn’t waking up just yet. She watched his lips twitch for another two seconds and then as quickly as they had started stopped. She stared at his lips; she suddenly had the strangest and craziest urge she’d ever experienced. She wanted to kiss him.
The crazy part of her brain whispered to her 'well it isn't like he would know right' The sane rational part of her brain gawked at the crazy part. Well the crazy part was right, it wasn’t like he would know, she smiled down at him—at least this way he couldn’t reject her, because he’d never know. She adjusted her self so she was leaning over him, she stared down at him one last time and thought ‘well here goes’ She leaned down and brushed her lips hesitantly at first across his, if she had a heart it would have been beating—no galloping in her chest. His lips were warm and soft, and just the right kissing size lips—at least she thought so she didn't really know. She was 319 and she’d never kissed a man—human—or vamp before, she'd never had the urge to do so. She got a little more courage and pressed her lips fully into his, she threaded her fingers through his hair, some part of her wished he was awake.