Everybody wants to rule the world

LOCATION the park in Aston
DATE 2nd of September
TIME noon
ATTIRE Link
TOPIC FOR @Oscar xx
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She had been here a couple of months now, laying low one could say. She hadn't been around long enough to run into people she knew, or that was a lie. She had stalked her son a little bit, knowing and had learned he was here in town. Melanie had grabbed a cup of coffee while just walking around the park. She knew Damian would arrive to the country around some time in this month, perhaps with this new lady friend she had yet to learn more about. The thought made her chuckle a bit. Being stuck with immortality, making you able to die and come back over and over again - was a lot. In the end Melanie had been ripped to pieces or something similar that she just didn't care anymore. She had become numb to that feeling, and where some might try to keep oneself safe to prevent it for ever happening again - Melania took chance of it, because this modern time had so many great things to offer and experience.

Lost in her thought for a moment, she finally stopped as she saw him. It had been awhile. Melanie breathed out and licked her lips carefully. There was a lot of history there, just by looking at him and memories she had with others didn't compare to theirs. The werewolf walked closer towards him, knowing he would have caught her scent by now. France and Paris seemed so many years ago by now and they were - and who would have thought that meeting here in Aston would be a thing? "Hey stranger, you look good," she smiled at him with a warm smile flushing up on her lips.

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Having lived so many years, you occasionally had seen everything and just wanted to stand for a moment and inspect the things around yourself. For Oscar, this meant that he had stopped on the side of the trail in the park and stood and watched some squirrels run around. After yesterday’s evening, he had slept quite well and not really needed to feast that much.
From way before Melanie was even visible, he had caught her known scent. He believed he only needed to keep track of her scent to know if she was coming closer or not. Because he wasn’t going to let her pass the park without a greeting, so when she finally appeared he looked towards her with a slight smile on his lips, before he looked back at the squirrels. She knew that he had smelled her from afar, so she simply approached him, like she had doon all of the time. A smile widened on his lips as she got close enough to talk to him, without it seeming like an inappropriate distance, “Thank you, milady. I can only say the same about you,” he said quite convincingly as he turned towards her. Their story was endless, which was also a reason why that nothing could pull the smile of his lips when he was with her. He took her hand with a flirtatious smile and tried to make her do a small pirouette before he would allow himself to kiss the back of her hand. “What is bringing you to Aston?” he wondered taking her in. She looked as wonderful as usual.

Melanie hated how their stories always ended, the first time with her death the second time with them not feeling like it was safe to be together. She breathed out as he took her hand, the nostalgia hit her right in the gut. Funny how someone from so long ago could make her feel like if it was just Yesterday they had seen each other last. "Why thank you," she responded with a warmer smile. What was bringing her to Aston, see that was an excellent question. She had stil yet to tell him of that one reason she was here, even if there were others as well. "I have a few reasons, one of them involving you as a matter of fact," she said giving him a mysterious little smile. Here she had thought Clay never would get a chance, at least in a handful more years, to meet his biological father  - and here was the chance. But it wasn't something she would just throw at him while they had just landed eyes upon one another. "How about yourself? What brings you to the capital of the supernatural?" She then asked while tilting her head a little bit to the side. Well, it wasn't because Gaia wasn't beautiful, she had spent a few months here by now - but home was much more magnificent. The most beautiful place in this world according to her, and she was so sad she never had gotten to show Oscar her home back in the day. "Maybe you will company me for a cup of coffee or tea perhaps?" She asked knowing well it wasn't really in his diet, but it was also her way of telling him, that she wasn't done spending time with him. She couldn't never just let him go once she saw him again.

Oscar didn’t hesitate to tell Melanie that he believed she looked good. It only helped him feeling more and more welcome in presence. They both carried strong auras, which wasn’t really something one met every day, and sometimes it made people walk a bit circle away from one – but these two, they attracted each other like magnets. They were the strongest the closer they were. He raised his brows a little as Melanie said that he was one of the reasons why she was in Aston. How could that be? Well, of course he enjoyed her company, but he wondered it really had been him who had brought her to Aston. It couldn’t be. Oscar hadn’t been that much in the news compared to his rival. He was kept wondering what the other reasons were to her presence in Aston, but for now, she also asked him questions about his presence. He chuckled shortly, “Jones is up to something, and I found Ilene yesterday,” he said and furrowed his brows a little, “Though, she it seems like she has forgotten that she is Ilene,” he mostly shoved it over his shoulder and let it slide, because she hadn’t seemed like a threat. He mostly told her about Ilene, so she knew herself and was prepared if something was going to happen.
His smile widened as she offered a cup of tea or coffee. The way she looked at him, he could tell that it wasn’t like she had forgotten what it was like for him to drink or eat normally, she just wasn’t finished with talking to him. “I would love that,” he expressed. “Do you know a good place?” he wondered. He wished to hold her close and comfort her, but there was still something nagging about the public eye.

Jones is up to something --- Ilene Melanie took a deeper breath in. She had never had anything against the Jones' family, to be frank she was close to some of them. But well of course, Oscar couldn't know, because despite feeling like they knew each other inside out, the truth was a matter of fact that they didn't knew a thing. Wait, had Ilene forgotten who she was? That was bloody fantastic. Melanie just nodded taking the fact in, but she didn't have much to say regarding it, because it was just nice to know who were in town and who weren't. "The forest is overrun by hunters," she gave him that brief information. It was good for him to know, because hunters didn't always mainly hunt werewolves, vampires were a target too.

Melanie couldn't help but feel how her smile widened even brighter as his grew a little. But a chance to talk wouldn't be so bad. They both carried a somewhat strong sense of authority, an aura that just told not to mess with them - which in the long run could give a series of different impressions. "Actually, I do, but I just had an idea," she chuckled delighted, and as she grabbed his hand she started to walk in a location her mind had set. Melanie felt like a child again, a young soul who had just snuck away with her first love - which wasn't really far from the scene. It wasn't easy being a vampire and a werewolf wanting to hang out, not even after the world had gotten into a whole equality, because there was still the facts, the facts that had been played out even stronger because of these two.

The beta dragged the vampire with her out of the park, towards the outskirts of the city, where a smaller little road started to blossom just by the foot of Aston. Smaller houses, a more quiet neighborhood, which she had picked out just to stay close to family. Yes, her and Damian were building a home in Grounds of Lily, but Melanie liked being close everywhere and nowhere at the same time. Besides, she had just gotten a look at Clayton again. She had found Natasha who was Zoe's grandchild, both Natasha and Irina were turned into werewolves, but mostly just knew Melanie to be an old friend they had met in Russia a handful of years ago. But it also made it easier for Natasha to take the damn help that Damian now was providing the werewolf. So, a nice little house here in the suburbs, she had the money and the time for it. "I picked out this little place, just to retreat whenever," she found the keys and walked up to the door to unlock it and let them inside. "It's not much, but it's enough," she licked her lips a little as she closed the door, walking into the living room before turning to face Oscar again.

Oscar frowned a little as she mentioned that the forest was overrun by hunters. It sounded so awful, especially for all the werewolves who spent time near the forest. Of course, many of the vampires also sought to the forests because there was shelter from the sun. Maybe, he should just tell the ones who were the closest to him so things were under control, and everyone could stay safe. He gave her a slight nod, just to tell her that he got it, and would handle whatever he could.

He liked how she smiled so freely, as if it cost nothing for her to smile when he gave her just a soft, gentle smile. She appreciated it, that was what he picked up on. She really did want to spend time with him, as he wanted to spend time with her. His smile couldn’t help but grow a little brighter as she took his hand to make him follow her. Just like her, he felt like a child on an adventure with his first love and it was something which would forever warm his heart. Being with her and do just whatever they wanted to do and enjoy it to the fullest. It was something which felt like it completed him on a level which was nothing like anything else.

Oscar’s lightbrown eyes inspected everything they passed as well as they could, trying to remember bits and details about where they were going, because in the end, it would be the small things that one would forget, so the more of the small things there were in his memory, the more he would be able to remember the whole experience. And then they got there, a little house in the suburbs. “I like the location of it,” he complimented and followed her all the way to the front door. While she found her keys to unlock the door, he could almost feel a tension build up in the small distance there was between them. A tension which was dangerous to them, because it was the kind of tension which had caused so much trouble through their lives, time and time again and they always ended up seeking different paths for the safety of everyone around them. She opened the door and he followed her inside. “It’s just what it needs to be,” he continued to add to her sentences, because he liked the place, even though it was small. Maybe he had a giant place for himself, but truly, he could live in something small, just like this. His eyes shortly inspected the room they stood in and followed her as she moved towards the living room. Without really thinking about it, he got quite close to her as she stopped and turned towards her. He looked her in the eyes, once again feeling the everlasting pull. He opened his mouth to say something, but what came out of his mouth didn’t match the pull he felt, “So, coffee or tea?” he wondered letting his eyes rest on her.

Just what it needed to be. Truth to be told, Melanie was perhaps the most adaptable person on the planet. She thrived in small cottages, the most glorious castles, even in the forest or in the desert - it all came down to the people she had around her. The people that she had in her ever-beating heart. But she was glad he liked the space, it was also nice, in case she had people over and didn't want to overwhelm them with the larger manors or castles. Not that she expected he hadn't lived the most glamorous lifestyles through the years as well. Melanie felt his closeness as he got up closer to her, and she moved her head towards him, feeling the air she dragged into another breath that she held for a moment. The werewolf could feel her heart skip a beat; she had missed him staying close to him. Missed the way he made her feel. Finally, she let the breath out, slowly, and carefully keeping her eyes on him. Coffee or tea. It didn't really matter to her of this moment. She didn't even know how to think about making a choice in the matter, not when standing this close.

The werewolf lifted her left hand up letting the tip of her fingers trace over his cheekbone, still with her eyes locked with his. She licked her lips a little taking yet another and deeper breath in. Her heart skipped a few beats ahead as the warm skin faced over the cold. She let her hand stay there, taking him in once again. He was like she always imagined him, the fragment of him never changed in her mind and like any vampire - time didn't change him. Like the curse never changed her. No matter how much time past them, they remain like this, and perhaps it was just that, which made it so easily to slip into the same patterns. "That is a really good question," she whispered as she breathed out again.

As the werewolf could feel her own heart skip a beat, he could hear it ever so clear with how silent they were. Nothing was blocking or interfering with the sound of her very living body. The sound of her heart, the way she breathed and the sound of how she moved. It was something very special to him. It was not to be compared to anyone else.
She let her fingers glide over his cheekbone, and it was like her touch filled him with warmth, love, and affection. It was intoxicating and he wished to lean into her touch. She replied to his question, and for a moment he felt like he had forgotten what he had asked about. As he remembered he didn’t tell her to make up her mind, since he wasn’t going to have any. He did the same as she had done to him, just in a greater pace. He placed his hand on her cheekbone, closed his eyes, and leaned in to kiss her quite passionately. It certainly felt more like home than anything else. Nothing could be compared.

The touch of his hand brushing against her skin, took her breath away, just like him she closed her eyes as he leaned in. She felt his lips against hers, didn't think twice about kissing him back, moving her hands to the back of his head pulling him closer towards her. How incredible the pull towards him made her feel, how warm and loved the touch of his lips could make her feel. Time didn't matter. The agonizing pain that had been caused to them ending in a great tragedy, creating the great fuel between their species'. It was a never ending story for the two of them, because as years passed and other loves were met, their love never faded - not entirely. There was always a little left just waiting to be lighten up by the small spark. She wasn't interested in letting him go, not yet at least, and she completely lost track of what she had been meaning to tell him earlier. Because she needed to tell him about their son, he deserved to met him, as Clay deserved to meet his father. Clay deserved to know more about his family than she had been around to tell him. But right now, all those thoughts were forgotten in the kiss.

It was almost like they mirrored each other, pulling each other closer for an embrace. An embrace which had been missed every day. It was incredible how love could stay in one for so many years, and no matter what, it just didn’t really stop. Not matter how much hatred was in between their species, nothing could ever kill the love between the two of them. He let his free hand slide around her waist and with a cradling walk he moved her towards the closest wall and started kissing her down her neck. He knew from experience that werewolf blood made him just as sick as human food, which was also one of the reasons why Melanie didn’t have to fear being bitten by him. He was simply being consumed by the love she was willing to give him, and the love he was willing to give her. It was like all the things that could be stressing him, was being washed away and it was only the two of them in the world. It sounded lonely, but he wouldn’t mind it.

The touch of his hand by her waist he managed to forgot everything around them till her back met the wall behind her. It always felt so natural, like too magnets being pulled towards one another. Melania breathed softly out by the kisses that started to travel down her neck, licking her lips as her heart skipped serval beats ahead. It was in truth a twisted tale, she had heard many versions of it over the years, it was a folklore about true love, forbidden love. They had traded the darkest oceans to reach paradise and every time they were met by darkness - but it never stopped them in ending right where they ended. It was the echo that always came back, and she didn't mind it repeating. To have been loved by him was one of the greatest forces she had been met by, and she would always remember it like that. Melanie pulled him closer by the fabric of his shirt, she needed reality to remind her of what were supposed to be spoken about. But despite that she moved her hand up tracing her fingers underneath his chin, guiding his head's direction back to hers letting her lips catch his again in a long passionate kiss. The sweet taste of his lips, like fire and ice blending, her heart singing for more, while her head tried to tie her back to reality, but that damn heart had always had trouble listening.

It was quite simple. Her smell, presence, breathing and the way she could gasp pulled him far away from reality. He didn’t mind it because he knew they had all of the time in the world. After all, they had lived for eight or nine-thousand years and no matter what, time wasn’t running from them.
She guided his face back to hers, and he didn’t hesitate to kiss her ever so passionately. His hands even agreed to both find their way to her shirt and started to pull it up from the wat it was tugged under her pants. For now, he was all caught up by the fire she lit up in him and how his emotions pulled towards her love. He broke the kiss shortly, “Lay with me,” he said. Some would believe it was an order, but to him it was a question whether she wanted too or not. His hands found their way underneath her shirt and around her waist pulling her closer, though eh leaned closer to her.

How did you not lose yourself in a love like this? So consuming, passionate and even a little bit dangerous. She felt his hands pulling up her shirt, the trace of his fingers so close to trace over her skin. Their lips parted shortly, and his words ringed softly in her ears, now feeling his hands on her waist, pulling her closer towards him. Melanie took a slightly deeper breath in, moving her hands up to this neck. "I think there is something we need to talk about first," she let those words slip over her lips, it was perhaps best. Best to let him know that he had a son. One thing was having a son, having a child you hadn't got to raise. Another thing was that she hadn't been able to find him after, because of course she had wanted her son to be with his father - even if it was dangerous. Clay was a hybrid, and not just any hybrid - a son between the two of them. "You have a son," she breathed out the truth in a lower delicate voice. " A few months after we choice to split, I found out I was pregnant. His name is Clayton, and he is so great," she smiled warmly. Even if she hadn't been mother of the year, and so close, she had been around when she had felt it was safe. And Clay was successful, and good at what he did. He was a good person and she was proud of him, and she knew Oscar would be too. "I tried to find you, but - you know how our lives go."

She didn’t want to go that far just yet. They had to talk. He gave her a gentle kiss close to the corner of her mouth before he pulled himself slowly away from her so he could look into her eyes properly. News spilled over her lips and a frown appeared on his slim face. “What?” he spoke ever so softly, and his hands slowly let go of her skirt. She explained when she had found out and what his name was. A smile spread on his lips, almost mirroring her smile. Clayton. He let one of his hands seek to her jawbone as she almost apologized for not finding him, “It can be difficult. I know,” he said pulling a soft smile. “Are you still in contact with Clayton?” he wondered looking lovingly at her. Oscar could never be mad at Melanie for anything. Whatever she did, she did for the best of reasons. This old vampire simply just wished that he would be able to meet his boy, now that he knew that he was out there. Even though Melanie hadn’t said a thing about it, he expected the boy to be a werewolf, since he had to be so great. It must’ve been a challenge to raise a vampire when she wasn’t that herself. At least, that was what he knew from his father back then. Raising a vampire was… Awful if you knew nothing about it.

It was his entire expression that made her so relaxed about telling him, she had always felt like she could tell him anything. Oscar was the type of person she could confess to that she had slaughtered an entire village in cold blood, and he would embrace her and believe she only had the purest intentions. So, it was hard for her not to smile the way she did when he looked at her like that, how he took anything in, he could as easily had been mad at her - and she wouldn't have blamed him for not having searched better or further to make sure they could be a family. But she knew, if her and Oscar couldn't stay together, it wouldn't have been much family they would have been in the end anyways. To the question whether she stayed in contact with Clayton made her nod, "yes, we wrote letters back in the day, I visited when I could and when it was safe," she addressed and took an even deeper breath in. "He is actually living here in town, he works at Aston hospital,"Melanie then told him with an even brighter smile on her lips as she exhaled. There was plenty of thoughts rushing through the beta's head right now, but she was mostly just empowered by how well Oscar took the news, making her eager for them to meet. "We can go find him, if you want to meet him?" She suggested. Now Clay was busy, he had a lot of work, which was one of the reasons why she suggested just finding him - then they could ask if he had time or could make time.

Oscar smiled as she explained how she had kept in contact with their son and even visited him whenever it was safe. “That’s amazing,” he said still being amazed of how she had managed. He raised his brows as she explained that their son actually lived in town. It gave Oscar shivers down his spine. His son was so close, and yet they, as a relationship was very far apart. He blinked a little, somewhat amazed about how small the world could be. “Really?” he said somewhat eager. He would love to meet his son, and the fact that Melanie suggested that they could meet him only a moment later just made his smile so much brighter. “I would love to,” he said letting his hand stroke over her hair. “Do you think he would be at the hospital or somewhere else?” he wondered. Oscar was still coming down from sexual tension but he was ready to leave if she was.

Melanie couldn't explain it but getting at least a little credit for the hard work she did, made her smile. It wasn't always that people really saw what she did, or why she did what she did - or at least they didn't mention it. Melanie nodded only happy that she felt confident in telling him right now, saying he would love to meet Clay. Asking where she thought their son would be, she had no idea, she hadn't really known he had moved to Gaia earlier the year till she had found him  So, to this date Melanie had only spoken to Clayton a few times over the last few two months. "I would suggest the hospital, and if he isn't there - then we would know where to go from there," she replied with a softer voice, letting her hands caress his cheeks, moving them to his shoulders. "I could of course call him, and ask when would be a good time - but if he is on call, then it might be hard to get a hold on him," Showing up they at least had a chance, or maybe she could get that pretty doctor that she had seen Clay hanging around to tell her a few things. Melanie took a deeper breath in, she started to become a bit nervous, mostly because of how Clay and his father would interact, if they would get along. She had told their son about Oscar when he had been old enough, also to avoid a too big identify crisis, which couldn't really be avoided back then. It had helped when Clay had found Danica, grounding him, she remembered feeling so bittersweet about them having split due the witch mark. Out of all the curses in the world, being a witch with a mate bound to your life had to be the most cruel.

Oscar smiled kindly as she mentioned the hospital, and if not there, they would figure something out. It sounded good. He wouldn’t mind to go to the hospital to meet his son, but of course, there was a chance that he was busy. I could of course call him. “Well, if he’s busy it might not be the right time to pay him a visit anyway,” he said gently, “You can try and give him a call. Let’s see what happens,” he said and kissed her forehead lovingly. Oscar wasn’t that nervous about meeting his son. Nothing ever really made him nervous. He got things under control, even though it sometimes seemed like he didn’t have things under control. Everything was under control.

Melanie look into Oscar's eyes with a more delighted chuckle, "oh honey, its 2021, doctors haven't become less busy over the years," she reminded him with a lovely smile as she tilted her head a little, before he kissed her forehead. "It's not far after all, and the worst scenario is that we are told that he is busy, and we will go for a stroll at the marked and enjoy each others company," she replied with a lower and softer voice, moving her hands from his shoulders over his arms, before tracing them up to his trace, cupping it a bit. "Doesn't that sound lovely?" She then asked folding her lips a bit together. It did sound lovely to Melanie, it was a drop in the past that filled the ocean with bittersweet memories of how things had and could have been.