It's okay to be a glowstick....

... sometimes we need to break
before we shine...

Date and time 22/06/2022, 11pm or maybe midnight?
Place Terror Street 3
Weather Warm summer night
Outfit Dark, thin tanktop, lightblue jeans
Notes Theres a new name on her collarbone, since they last met.
Dedicated to @Roman Konstantin xoxo

All the assumptions. They were making her crazy. It had all gotten to her now. It was like the brick wall she had put up was falling like a tower made of cards. She had recently killed another of her mates, which meant she had another name on her collarbone. Michelle had gone through the pain of being ‘mateless’ for about a day. She had gotten an abortion, mostly because she for once wanted to care more about herself, and not just ‘live life’. Or she believed she wished for more attention than pain from a baby kicking. Of course, her whole family would be screaming in panic if she was pregnant even though Primrose was a pure angel. Most of them didn’t even know Zechariah.

She looked at the sink where she could see a couple of black streaks. It was tears that had fallen from her eyes all the way down. Michelle should be using less makeup. Her eyes are bringing more than enough attention. She stood for a moment, biting her cheek and lip, trying to take a few undisturbed breaths.
Her teeth ground her teeth against each other, from side to side before she looked up into the mirror. She looked like a mess. She corrected her clothing and tried to pull a smile. No one would be fooled by that smile, not when her eyes were as red as they were.

She dried the black tears away a couple of times before she moved her black hair behind her ears. She looked down again, breathing out as she tried to calm herself. Why were her emotions scattered everywhere? They used to lay in the back of her head, well hidden. Her head shook a little, making some of the hair get in front of her ears again. She cursed before she walked out of the bathroom. With some makeup, she simply looked like someone who had been smoking way too much, compared to how she had just been crying.

She needed to close the door for her emotions, and she believed the best way to do so, was to seek someone who she knew would understand, or at least, that was what she believed. With another deep breath and a couple of nods, she turned to her fine car to drive to his place. She knew where he lived after all. She still didn’t even know his name.

With magic, she unlocked the first door and walked up the stairs, remembering clearly how she had been about to head into the wrong home at their first meeting. When she stood in front of the door, she licked her lips, before she took a greater breath in, packing away everything. She knocked on the door, and would be waiting for him to hopefully open the door, and not have some kind of company. But who knew. She wouldn’t blame him, would she?

She could hear the high-pitched barking which made her furrow her brows a little. Either he had guests, or he was taking care of a dog. He couldn’t have gotten himself a dog, could he? He could hear how he commanded the dog, and for a moment she folded her lips, and a small struggling smile spread on her lips, before she let go of tension, and simply smiled her usual smile, even though it didn’t beam of confidence and ‘let’s-wreck-this-town’ as it usually did.

The door opened, and her face lit up a little. She shouldn’t be so happy to see him, should she? She tugged a little more on her smile before she entered. She noticed the small dog but fought the urge to seek it. She had Atlas too, but she was unsure if she should pull him up out of nowhere. She got rid of her shoes while she walked. They were just so loose on her. With bare feet, she walked into his kitchen, almost as if she lived there herself, and found a beer in the fridge before she walked directly back towards him. “Sorry that I come unannounced, but I don’t have your number,” she said, confident that her voice wasn’t hoarse. A smile that was more genuine spread on her lips. “And who’s the little guy?” she wondered looking down at the dog.

While Michelle walked, she could hear how the dog ran around, and she almost thought it was going to be running between her legs. But it didn’t instead, it offered her its toy. It made her smile and for a moment it almost got her vulnerable.
“Good,” she replied, quite glad that there were no guests, but only the small fella. Her eyes shortly looked up at him as he presented the boy. “Oh, so you adopted him?” she wondered looking at how he picked him up. She folded her lips while he was occupied. Now, Michelle loved dogs. Her own familiar had even taken the form of a dog. But as she saw how the dog showed its love it was rubbing salt in the cracks in her heart. Why was it that no one was able to see how she was a loving being? She did everything for a reason, that people never cared about listening to. “I can see that,” she said. She wished to laugh a little, but it only turned to a small smile. She stepped closer and introduced her hand to the puppy, being very aware of how their gums could be itchy, and how they could bite for especially that reason. “Isn’t it difficult with your work?” she wondered and looked up at him, standing relatively close, even though Snow was held between them. Her eyes weren’t that red from when she had left the bathroom where she had stayed, but her eyes were irritated and the makeup around her eyes slightly smudged under her eyes, though there was no trace of it down her cheeks.

She pulled a small smile as he replied that he had adopted the small fella. It could get quite lonely to live all by yourself, so she understood very well. Whenever she kept Atlas away for a longer period of time, she felt quite lonely, especially when her family didn’t want to speak to her.
As the pup let its snout boop against her cheeks she closed her eyes for a moment enjoying it but strangling the emotions. Keeping things at bay. The three words left his lips, and she shortly folded her lips before she opened her eyes again. She hummed, trying to cover how it pushed her emotions even more. It was odd to feel things. Their eyes were locked in a moment and were only really broken because Snow wanted to get down, which made her look down at the dog. Gosh. She shouldn’t have come. She sank a lump and nodded. “It’s good you got someone to help,” she told him, even though she could feel that it was heavy for herself.
Did she need a place to stay? Her lip quivered a little before she nodded. “If you don’t mind?” she spoke feeling like she was on the edge of a cliff. “It’s been a rough day, and I just really don’t want to be alone,” she elaborated and nodded, feeling how her eyes was getting wetter.

She could stay as long as she needed. It made her pull on a small smile. It was a nice thing to do for her, when they barely knew each other, even though she believed she knew very much about him. She took a sharp breath in, holding it as he pulled her into his embrace. She didn’t know how to act about it, feeling like it was centuries ago since she had last been comforted like this. A staggering sob left her before she let her arms wrap around him and buried her head on top of his shoulder. “I’m…” She shut her mouth for a moment, she couldn’t say that it was about three thousand years ago since she had cried. After all, he didn’t know about the supernatural. She took a greater breath in as a tear ran down her cheek, “I don’t really let things get to me,” she mumbled before she pulled her head away so she could look at him instead, quickly drying away the tear with a hand. He shouldn’t get too comfortable and do that for her. “So, I guess company,” she said, closing her eyes while nodding a little, “And simply feeling safe,” she said and let a hand find his cheek. For a moment she let herself get lost in his eyes. “You’re sweet,” she said and pulled a crooked, kind smile before she gave him two quick pats on his cheek.
She took his beer and passed him to look for the fluffball. She still had the new beer in the other hand, but she just felt like she had to get her mind off things. She took a mouthful of his beer while she looked for the cutie.

“Yeah… Maybe it’s just been a little too long,” she whispered with a short nod. Her glass had just been filling and filling for way too long lately. No one had acted on it except for scolding her for the way she had acted. One should almost believe she got used to it after so many years, but it hurt every time. She was just good at not letting it pressure her, or at least that was what she believed.
She heard how he whistled, and for a short moment, she thought he whistled at her, which made her brows raise. As the small lump of fur started running, and she could hear its nails on the floor, she pulled a wider smile and let her sight follow it to the couch. She looked toward him as he told her to make herself at home. She shook her head, pushing her lips together. “Take and use…” she mumbled, licking her lips as she walked towards him with both of the beers. He hadn’t even gone after her as she had taken it from him. For good measure, she put the new one behind her and continued to take a sip of his beer. “As much as I somewhere,” she closed her eyes, feeling how her eyes acted up. With a bigger breath in through the nose, she licked her teeth, “As much as I want to take and use you, I don’t think I’m going there tonight,” she pulled on a thin smile. She kept her eyes on his, “How much is Snow used to females visiting?” she wondered and pulled a more confident smile, thinking whimpering and screaming girls in the bed might not be something Snow understood.

Opening up was a difficult thing. That was clear to almost everyone. But for the two of them, it might be something a little different. Or at least, Michelle was the type who rarely opened up. When things seemed to get too much, she acted out. Flames were some of the things that calmed her, which was also why she almost always had something by her that she could light up.

The short laugh made her raise her brows a little. He had picked up the little fella the other day… How many could have visited? “Yes,” she replied confidently. Not that she carried a confident smile, but she was confident that she wanted to know. For some reason, she wanted to know how many women he had pulled since their last meeting – men too, but she was certain that he didn’t wish to share that. She was just quite certain that nothing had been just as satisfying. Or at least that was what she was hoping for. Why was she hoping for that? She blamed the tumult of feelings. She needed to feel validated, yes. It was nothing else.

She hushed him with a smile as he corrected her and told her it had been days, not years. She mumbled to him, that it was details. Unimportant ones to Michelle, clearly. He had just seemed like a man who… Really liked sex, but maybe it had just been the chemistry between them. She raised a brow, humming pleased as he mentioned that he had higher standards. He was good at taking her mind onto something else. Or at least, the hidden compliments pleased her. At least, he still seemed interested in her, so it seemed like she matched his standards.
She hummed a little as he mentioned that Snow hadn’t had any incidents yet. She took a bigger breath in as he mentioned a dog she needed to pick up, “Well….” A small bark was heard from the other side of the front door. She folded her lips, and she leaned a little more against him, having their faces a few centimeters from each other. Their noses almost touching each other. “Atlas is quite the adventurer… And I think he skipped a couple of stairs when I arrived,” she spoke softly. It was a lie, one big lie. But Michelle was so mischievous that one would never know when she was lying or telling the truth. She had just called on Atlas to appear outside of the apartment. After all, the being was somewhat a part of her soul. Tied to it. Just like how her heart was tied to whatever destiny chose for her as a mate.  “He’s a small dog,” she explained softly.

She could go and pick up Atlas. It made her eyes inspect his for a moment before she let her hands glide off him, down along his torso, while slowly stepping away before she turned towards the door to open it. In came the small dog with short body hair and slightly longer hair on the face and on the legs. It was a light beige color and could almost be a dog to be carried in a bag, maybe he was a little too big for that. It was in some way a dog that didn’t really match Michelle. One might think she would be having a Bulldog or a big Labrador. But to her, this was a part of her soul, and that part simply just looked like that. Atlas didn’t really go into any of the other forms he had, so she was also quite comfortable that Atlas wasn’t going to ruin the surprise. The small dog walked in and, stopped and sat by the door frame looking at the husky. Michelle smiled a little, looking at her dog watching the other, knowing that her familiar might feel like he was babysitting. After all, Atlas was almost the same age as herself and the husky… Well, the husky was just a normal dog. She looked away from the dogs and toward her sweet unnamed lover. As soon as she stepped closer to him, the small dog approached the husky, already knowing the assignment was to entertain and distract. “So, what are your plans for tomorrow?” she wondered, trying to think, just a little less about herself and the trouble that was in her mind. After all, it was some of the things that could be said to her. That she was selfish and didn’t care about others. She did, she could just be very bad at showing it.

He had no plans for the next day. See, she loved that. The small gesture of removing some of her hair made something in her spin. “See that almost sounds like a date,” she almost whispered to him. “Are you asking me on a date, stranger?” she teased. It was funny how she didn’t mind not knowing his name. Maybe she just felt like it was making her certain that destiny wouldn’t someday make him her mate. A mortal being couldn’t be her mate. She couldn’t just die when he got old and grey. She was certain that she was going to tell shush him if he tried to present himself.
As she had done the other night, she let her finger hook onto his pants and pulled him closer. She wanted to play everything cool, but how she had just thought about how devilish fate could be, she slowed down, not “It’s a little late, so maybe we should go to bed too?” she suggested, with a soft voice while her eyes hovered over him. As a young hormonal “teenager” he might need to learn that every night didn’t have to be a sexual party.

She hummed teasingly as he as if it was outrageous. She shook her head, smiling. Maybe she was lying, but no one ever really knew when they were playing her game, and she knew everybody’s hand. He laughed softly as he complained about being called a stranger. Her eyes studied his facial features for a moment. “I think ‘stranger’ is much easier and prettier than ‘russkiy chlen*” she told him with a greater smile. She could have said so many more things that she could call him; boytoy, sexslave, beast and many more.
“Could it sound like anything else?” she hummed, seeing how his eyes shined. Oh, he didn’t know what was coming for him. He needed control, to be able to control himself, and if he couldn’t do that, well, where in the heavens did he then have control?
When he gestured her to the bedroom, her eyes stuck on him, and she slowly let herself turn to walk with him. She didn’t want to let go of the small hook she had on him. Not yet at least. “What about… We undress ourselves tonight?” she suggested, slowly letting go of the hook. She wanted to keep herself as far away from the breakdown that she had had and didn’t wish to push herself back into it.

Michelle hummed approvingly as he allowed her to call him whatever she wanted. The question was just, would he react? She laughed a little as he told her that he had learned never to assume anything of her. That was good. He had to be wise.
She followed him inside, still having the hook on his pants. Only when they got into the bedroom did she slowly let him get off the hook before she crossed her arms to reach her top by each hip and then pull her top off. She opened her jeans and looked toward him to see if he was following or simply taking her in. No matter what she would scoff, laughing a little, thinking it was impressive how he kept himself so calm. His soul was truly older than what he looked like. Poor human. She pushed her jeans off and eventually sat down on the bed, pulling them past her heels and all the way off. She was just about to make a spell fold it and put it away, when she realized the poor boy didn’t even know about the supernatural and using ‘party tricks’ was maybe a little overdo when you were going to bed, so she took it herself and put away, just so Snow wouldn’t accidentally lay in it and shed all over it.
When she was fully undressed she got under the covers and clapped next to her with a wide smile, wanting to lay next to each other, pillow talking.