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"Would you be down for something like chinese take-out? That's something we can go back and eat while cuddling."
And after their recent argument... he could REALLY use some serious snuggle time.
And after their recent argument... he could REALLY use some serious snuggle time.
Michael grins at the two options Poe gives and he glances back toward the nursery. They both needed to have some quality time without their baby but it is still strange thinking of being away overnight but he knew what Isobel would say to do. He crosses the distance to Poe to press a quick kiss to his cheek and then drops down onto the couch.
“How about dinner, a room and maybe a movie or maybe part of a movie?”
“How about dinner, a room and maybe a movie or maybe part of a movie?”
Everything was starting to fall into place finally. TK gripped Carlos’ hand and looked back up at the sky from their lounged position on the others car. It was beautiful after a whole lot of crazy. The fresh stitches were holding up and he finally felt like other parts of him could start to heal as well.
This was everywhere he wanted to be. Austin, 129, Carlos. All of it.
Squeezing the other mans hand he smiled and rolled his head to the side to look over his face again. Maybe part of him felt like he didn’t deserve Carlos. Maybe he was scared. But he’d learned that they worked really well together and despite all of his short comings, Carlos was still there. Still giving him chance after chance.
“Hey,” he gave the others hand a little tug, “You’re amazing, you know that?”
This was everywhere he wanted to be. Austin, 129, Carlos. All of it.
Squeezing the other mans hand he smiled and rolled his head to the side to look over his face again. Maybe part of him felt like he didn’t deserve Carlos. Maybe he was scared. But he’d learned that they worked really well together and despite all of his short comings, Carlos was still there. Still giving him chance after chance.
“Hey,” he gave the others hand a little tug, “You’re amazing, you know that?”
It's a bit crazy really. They'd gone from very nearly putting an end to whatever had been between them to this in the span of ...hours. There's a tiny part of Carlos that's expecting TK to pull away at some point, close himself off again and he desperately does not want that to happen. He still didn't put a name to all those big feelings he'd had when he saw TK in the hospital but this is better than TK walking away, leaving Texas altogether even. They're a good team and Carlos is glad he's not losing that.
Carlos grins, his head tilting and his eyes moving back to TK. They kept wandering over to him despite the magical sky above them -- the once in a lifetime view but it still didn't hold a candle to TK.
"Yeah, I do," Carlos responds, a short laugh with it that ebbs away before he adds, "You're the one that's amazing, TK."
Carlos grins, his head tilting and his eyes moving back to TK. They kept wandering over to him despite the magical sky above them -- the once in a lifetime view but it still didn't hold a candle to TK.
"Yeah, I do," Carlos responds, a short laugh with it that ebbs away before he adds, "You're the one that's amazing, TK."
Walking away from his family, from 129, from Austin, from Carlos wasn’t ever really an option. He just realized that a little late is all. It took something desperate for him to understand that.
Carlos was special. And maybe deep down TK knows that they’re a better fit than he and his ex had been. So why did he keep running from it?
Carefully, he shifted closer on the hood of the car until they were so close that nothing could get between them. The sky was reflected all over the others skin, his eyes; everything took on the most beautiful teal hue and he couldn’t look away. Didn’t want to. So instead he lifted his head enough to kiss him. It wasn’t rushed. (At least not yet.) But it was a very pointed: I’m not going anywhere.
Carlos was special. And maybe deep down TK knows that they’re a better fit than he and his ex had been. So why did he keep running from it?
Carefully, he shifted closer on the hood of the car until they were so close that nothing could get between them. The sky was reflected all over the others skin, his eyes; everything took on the most beautiful teal hue and he couldn’t look away. Didn’t want to. So instead he lifted his head enough to kiss him. It wasn’t rushed. (At least not yet.) But it was a very pointed: I’m not going anywhere.
Carlos watches TK as he moves closer. God, how is he so perfect? He keeps a hold of his hand. He slips his free hand to Tk’s cheek and then into his hair when TK kisses him. There’s a certainty in the feel of the kiss, something comforting. He exhales as he kisses him back. Carlos can’t help but feel a hunger at the affection.
He wants every part of TK. He’d always wanted more than sex and they were getting there but physical intimacy like that kiss is still something he needs, he wants.
He squeezes the hand that he’s holding. How far they’ve come.
He made a thoughtful sound at that, nodding as he let a hand settle against the small of Michael's back, "Mm, actual sit-down dinner or room-service dinner?" It was an important question, really, because it would determine just how far away they were going, at least, in theory.
Though, either way they probably wouldn't actually cross the state line, though they might go as far as Lovington, but that would be about it, more than likely they'd just cross over out of the city proper and into the surrounding area, because that was how they tended to things, neither of them really liked being too far from home, especially now.
Though, either way they probably wouldn't actually cross the state line, though they might go as far as Lovington, but that would be about it, more than likely they'd just cross over out of the city proper and into the surrounding area, because that was how they tended to things, neither of them really liked being too far from home, especially now.
Jibril has started to get used to Rhy, the luxury that came with him. It's all still a bit overwhelming and he doesn't feel like he belongs. Things between him and Rhy seemed to be shifting. There were touches that made Jibril's skin tingle, looks that stir something in him and he feels a longing. It's a terrifying one.
When wine had been suggested Jibril had hesitated at first. He's never drank before. It's a new experience and it didn't take much for him to start feeling the effects of the wine, getting tipsy off a small amount.
"This feels strange."
When wine had been suggested Jibril had hesitated at first. He's never drank before. It's a new experience and it didn't take much for him to start feeling the effects of the wine, getting tipsy off a small amount.
"This feels strange."
"Yes, because it is an experience you have not partaken of before. Wine is beautiful. It... Loosens everything in you. And warms. Though that is only because of how it affects the blood," Rhy answers, smiling as the man.
Jibril supposes that makes some sense. It’s still strange and Jibril isn’t quite sure that he likes how it’s making him feel. “It’s just making me feel odd and... fuzzy.”
"That, my dear, is being tipsy. Alcohol is a mood altering substance. mind altering too. Like coffee or cocaine. But perhaps a bit nicer."
He takes another sip.
He takes another sip.
“I’ve never done such things,” Jibril confesses although it must be obvious to Rhy. “You have done it often?”
"It is expected of royals. We have wine or other things with every meal in the evenings," Rhy agrees, smiling at his partner. "You dont' have to drink it if you don't want it."
“Why?” Jibril questions. He looks down at his glass and he has every intention to drink it.
“I was not saying I did not want to.”
"Because it is... it's cultured."
He doesn't make the rules.
He doesn't make the rules.
Michael contemplates and honestly he’s never been much for sit down dinners in restaurants but he’s done it a few times for Poe because he’s pretty sure the other does like them, at least every now and then.
“Room service sounds good to me.” More time alone, really alone.
“Room service sounds good to me.” More time alone, really alone.
That just seems silly to Jibril but he'll never really understand the world Rhy comes from.
"Okay."
"Okay."
New Orleans was considered one of the best cities around. So much to do during the day. Then, well, there was the nightlife. Night life that no one truly knew much about. If only because that life brought out those that stayed hidden during the day. Not that all of them needed to. Some just preferred it.
Klaus leaves one of the bars and his eyes narrow slightly, hearing familiar footsteps and a scent that hadn't hit his senses in a very long time. It made him wonder why it was hitting him now. However, it didn't mean that he was going off to find it. If the scent belonged to someone familiar, they could come find him. Until then, he had every intention of going off to find a bite.
Klaus leaves one of the bars and his eyes narrow slightly, hearing familiar footsteps and a scent that hadn't hit his senses in a very long time. It made him wonder why it was hitting him now. However, it didn't mean that he was going off to find it. If the scent belonged to someone familiar, they could come find him. Until then, he had every intention of going off to find a bite.
It'd been a few years since the last time Jackson had crossed paths with Klaus. Things had been hot and cold then and yet he was still seeking out Klaus again. There's trouble in the Bayou and the well -- no one really knew what JD was just that he wasn't a normal human. He'd been useful in a few situations but for now he needed to lay low somewhere safe.
Klaus isn't the epitome of safe but in this instance he's the best option that Jackson can think of.
"Couyon," he calls out, it wouldn't be hard for Klaus to recognize the voice or the complicated insult and term of affection.
Klaus isn't the epitome of safe but in this instance he's the best option that Jackson can think of.
"Couyon," he calls out, it wouldn't be hard for Klaus to recognize the voice or the complicated insult and term of affection.
Of course, it was that voice to stop him in his tracks. A voice that had been a ghost for a few years now. One that Elijah and Rebekah both teased him over. Kol knew better than to tease him, but he knew that his siblings did so behind his back.
"I'm afraid," Klaus says with a tiny hint of amusement in his voice,"-that you have the wrong man. I'm sure you can find who you're looking for at The Abattoir." A part of him wondered if his siblings knew that Jack was in New Orleans.
He turns and leans up against the side of a building, facing Jack fully with an air that just screamed predator," Now what on earth is a bayou boy doing up here in my neck of the woods, as it were?"
"Funny, you look just like him," Jack couldn't help but smile. He'd miss Klaus more than he'd had any right to... so maybe Klaus isn't his only option for safety. Maybe he'd wanted to see him.
Jack's fingers slid through his curly hair and he glances about out of habit before stepping closer to Klaus.
"Something's been threatening me back home. Nobody can figure out what or who it is so I decided I should get away for a bit."
Jack's fingers slid through his curly hair and he glances about out of habit before stepping closer to Klaus.
"Something's been threatening me back home. Nobody can figure out what or who it is so I decided I should get away for a bit."
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