mogget_cat: (h-soulful)
On the agreed-upon evening, Yrael waits outside for Asher to arrive. He lounges on a branch of a tree near the lake shore, green eyes half-shut as he watches the unsuspecting bluebird on the branch above him. He hasn't moved in two hours.

Maybe this time, he'll get dessert.

Date: 2008-04-08 09:13 pm (UTC)From: [identity profile] ash-imperfect.livejournal.com
Asher has fled from Jean-Claude, clad in the outfit the other vampire has chosen for their meeting with Musette; a jacket of pale gold with darker gold embroidery, a white ruffled shirt edged with gold, pants to match the jacket embroidered with the same gold pattern down the side of each leg, and boots the colour of oyster shell, folded down just below the knee.

His hair lies loose over his shoulders, brushed smooth, a golden blanket that hangs down his back.

He walks slowly around the edge of the lake, spotting a glint of white in the branches. His thoughts are in turmoil, perhaps not ideal for...what it is that Yrael has planned, he's not exactly sure...but in any case, it is likely he will be required to concentrate.

Date: 2008-04-08 09:36 pm (UTC)From: [identity profile] ash-imperfect.livejournal.com
"Good evening, Yrael," Asher looks up, his hands clasped neatly behind his back. He is in two minds, wondering whether he is doing the right thing, now. Whether Anita will accept him in bed with her and Jean-Claude if he is whole; whether he will resent her for doing so only when he has been healed.

If nothing else, he can always remain in the Bar until he is ready to face Jean-Claude and his human servant.

Date: 2008-04-09 07:25 am (UTC)From: [identity profile] ash-imperfect.livejournal.com
"No," Asher answers truthfully, "not entirely, but I have lived with these long enough." He takes a deep breath, smiling faintly.

Date: 2008-04-10 09:24 pm (UTC)From: [identity profile] ash-imperfect.livejournal.com
Asher shakes his head.

"No. I will not," on that he's firm. "I want this, I do, I just..." he pauses. "It is rather complicated, back in my worl, but things are simpler here."

Date: 2008-04-10 09:46 pm (UTC)From: [identity profile] ash-imperfect.livejournal.com
Asher nods, standing very still.

"I cannot imagine it hurting more than their creation," he murmurs, stepping closer to Yrael. "Should we perhaps go somewhere else?"

Date: 2008-04-10 09:57 pm (UTC)From: [identity profile] ash-imperfect.livejournal.com
"That sounds perfectly adequate." Asher has no room of his own, after all, and after dark there are few outside to disturb them.

Date: 2008-04-10 10:11 pm (UTC)From: [identity profile] ash-imperfect.livejournal.com
Asher lies back gingerly, smoothing his coat as he closes his eyes, his arms straight by his sides.

He opens his eyes again, glancing at Yrael. "Do I need to remove any clothing?" There's a glint in his eye.

Date: 2008-04-10 10:45 pm (UTC)From: [identity profile] ash-imperfect.livejournal.com
Asher sits up, holding Yrael's gaze as he strips off his jacket, slowly unbuttoning his shirt, parting the frothy folds at his throat, exposing a long strip of skin from throat to waistband.

He lies back, lazy and wicked all at once, the flirting helping to distract from his nerves.

Date: 2008-04-11 03:46 pm (UTC)From: [identity profile] ash-imperfect.livejournal.com
Asher laughs lightly, musically, shaking his head. There is one he would be more than happy to accept stomach rubs from, and he has made it perfectly clear it will never be.

"I merely seek to make your job easier," he replies loftily.

Date: 2008-04-12 12:47 pm (UTC)From: [identity profile] ash-imperfect.livejournal.com
Asher sobers, a little.

"It would not do to have you distracted, of course," he murmurs, laying his head back and closing his eyes.

Date: 2008-04-14 08:39 pm (UTC)From: [identity profile] ash-imperfect.livejournal.com
Asher nodded, turning his hand over, wrapping his fingers around Yrael's.

"I am."

Date: 2008-04-27 07:40 pm (UTC)From: [identity profile] ash-imperfect.livejournal.com
Asher takes a shuddering breath as he comes back to himself, each nerve screaming with pain, nerves that have felt nothing in so very long.

He opens his eyes, slowly, body trembling, ragged gasps as he tries to remember how to speak, how uneccessary breathing is. Slowly, he leans up on one elbow, staring in amazement as his hand; whole, and perfect. He tilts it slowly back and forth, looking at the palm, then the unmarked back of his hand.

Date: 2008-04-28 05:13 pm (UTC)From: [identity profile] ash-imperfect.livejournal.com
Asher moves, slow and careful, unused to the ease with which unscarred skin shifts and stretches. He sheds his coat, and then his shirt, eyes slowly raking over every inch of perfect, unblemished skin.

He raises a trembling hand to his face, a smile lighting up once-again-angelic features as he looks at Yrael, touches pale, unblemished skin.

Date: 2008-04-28 05:23 pm (UTC)From: [identity profile] ash-imperfect.livejournal.com
Asher nods.

"Very much so," he murmurs, with some difficulty. Sitting up fully, he hugs Yrael, still shaking a little, though he would deny it.

"Very much so, my friend," he repeats, still smiling.

Date: 2008-04-28 05:31 pm (UTC)From: [identity profile] ash-imperfect.livejournal.com
"Please, allow me to buy you a drink," Asher pulls back at last, buttoning his shirt (though he is tempted to walk into the Bar naked, to show everyone how he once looked, to garner the stares he once took for granted).

"It is the least I can do, if you will take no other payment."

Date: 2008-04-28 05:34 pm (UTC)From: [identity profile] ash-imperfect.livejournal.com
"Very well." He does not feel like returning home just yet, however.

"Leave a note when you wish to accompany me, and I shall gladly give you a tour of St Louis." He smiles, again.

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