Sin: No, I just need some time to think, Gun
A short burst of laughter escaped him at the compliment that easily wound its way into her speech. Genuine happiness had reached his eyes, which was something that had been lacking as of late; his roommate, Jade, was lovely as ever. Nothing could dampen the hybrids spirit, but Gunner had been a support for Cassidy lately and couldn’t stop himself from stressing over her. That, on top of the fact that he could feel Royce slipping away through his fingers, didn’t make for the bubbly person he was one. His charisma and magnetism stuck, but he wasn’t always the sunshine he used to be. However, in the moment standing with Sinclair, as he reached out to lightly lace their fingers together, he felt that coming back. There was something so freeing and fun about being with her — that he had discovered awhile ago, with their first adventures in the forest, or the explorations when they had fins instead of the fangs they now possessed. It was partly selfish why he suddenly had the urge to keep her near him, to make sure she didn’t run off to whatever commitments she had elsewhere.
"Beaches sound pretty good right now. As long as you don’t try challenge me to a race and beat my ass again, we’ll be good." He laughed again, quieter than the first time, as he ran his thin digits through his tousled black hair. "My imagination? That gets pretty wild… I’m sure you want to put a boundary there." The cheekiness was shining in his eyes as he winked at her, already fluid as he took a step forward and in the direction of the path he took going home. "Come back to mine? I’d offer to wine and dine but you’re a special case, so how about a movie? If that’s not too boring for you." The weight of their joint hands hit him then, when before it was nothing but lingering touches. He didn’t release his grip but instead used it as an anchor to tug her along towards his flat.
Approaching the door, he spoke up, a complete deviation from their conversation. “Oh! I should probably let you know that Jade’s been gone for a week - visiting her intense sisters - so it might be kind of messy… and by messy I mean, I’m just too lazy to pick up my clothes so they’re everywhere.” Letting go of her hand, he reached for his keys, his last words playing in his head. “I get naked a lot. Alone, might I add. Whatever. Judge me silently.”
"When a girl says use you’re imagination, you just do as she says, if I say use your imagination, know that there is no boundary, Mister Hale," Sin purred, knowing full well that her words were completely honest, even though she wanted him to still think it a game, playful flirting, but their hands said differently, and with her words her thumb absently began to trace circles onto the back of his hand. "Sure," she said with a smile, though she had the sadness that came with the fact that she was so distinctly different from humans, from other supernaturals to, she couldn’t taste food, or drink wine, no one would take her to dinner and a movie, and she hated the fact that Gunner offered a different evening because of all this.
"Don’t worry about it, I don’t care" I doubt I’ll be paying much attention, she silently added, “anyway, I’m used to it, I got two new dogs, so now all of the dogs have teamed up to break my apartment.” Sin still held Gunner’s hand and she was fairly certain of where this was going, but she didn’t care, Gunner and her just seemed to click, there were no questions, they just seemed to bring out what the other needed, so when Sin was feeling like the whole world was going against her, she ran into him on the street and he made her feel desirable and wanted.
Sin let his words play in her head for a second before she smirked, “sounds like a dress code I can embrace.” Walking through the doorway before him she, with her back still to him, slipped off her jacket, dropping it on the floor, and then edged her shirt up, ”why get naked alone when doing it with someone is so much more fun?” With that she took her shirt completely off leaving her in a bra, jeans and heels, turning she looked at Gunner with a teasing in her eyes that she had missed.
Sin: No, don't worry about me, I can get someone else to bring anything if I need it.
Gunner: Please don't be sad.. ♥
Sin: but you could die..
Sin: I'm glad you think so
Gunner: It's just I've been pretty good at not catching it from people at work and school but you know, we got a little close which would've done the trick so..
Sin: Sorry, Gun, I'm so sorry.
Sin: Please tell me you're not sick...
Sin: What's up?
The early morning light seeped in through the open windows of her apartment. Even sprawled out on her bed, the sunlight yet to steal the last remnants of sleep from her, she knew that the outside would be beautiful in a rustic way. Her building was a former steal factory, brought out by a developer who kept the rugged, authentic exterior and upgraded the inside into three floors of apartments with a lobby that contained a swimming pool made out of a converted shipping container. It was an odd place, a place that seemed to scare people off with it’s stone walls, metal features, the rust color that seemed to be everywhere and the metallic smell that seemed to linger despite the time that had past.
It was the same practically every morning, curled up in the spotless white sheets, sun begging to steaming through the cracks in the curtains, waking her up with a view over Ashenvale and a glimpse of the ocean. It had all changed though, now she woke up with bloodstains on the sheets, courtesy of her bleeding nose, but this morning was worse. The blood was there as her eyes fluttered open, sleep still following her like a lost puppy, but it vanished the second that the sun shone through the window. Everything burned, fire dancing across her skin, charring every nerve as it went.
Sin sped across the room, shuddering in the corner, furthest from the window, scared. She had never felt anything like that before in her whole entire life, after all she hadn’t ever been without her daylight ring, she had never been burnt by the sun. The platinum ring that had been a gift from her father was still shining against her slender finger, there was no doubt about it now, she was sick. The way her apartment was set up she couldn’t get out of the building without passing numerous windows, each time the same burn would occur, unbearable fire on her skin.
Pulling her knees to her chest she tucked her head between them and sobbed, the tearless sadness of vampires. But she felt something wet coming running down her face, it couldn’t be tears, she couldn’t cry, she had tried plenty of times, over her sister, brother, mother, father, friends, everyone that she had lost, and never tears. Looking up in the mirror the stood across the room she saw her skin that had lost the usual glow that her tanned skin help, now it looked plaid, sick, but what was worse was where there was vibrant color, rivers of blood running down her cheeks, waterfalls starting at her eyes. She curled back into her ball, not wanting to move, not wanting anyone to see her like this.