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It didn't take long for his lips to respond happily to hers. John was in what would probably be considered his paradise: snuggled up with Sky, her thighs on either side of his hips. As well as the promise of the night together-- just talking or sleeping. 

His warm hand settled on the fabric that covered her outer thigh; nothing about the situation was hard to do. At this point, it came easy to let go for someone.

Finally.

"Don't look at me like that."

"Look at y’ like what? You’re beautiful, Sky, how can I not?" John lounged on the couch of her room as she flitted about taking off her stage jewelry. He watched her as she moved, unable to help himself just as he stated. Their relationship of sorts had progressed a little.. and the day for him to leave drew nearer. Though, he tried to shove it to the back of his mind, it was a pressing matter. 

He’d grown so comfortable around her, he came in after a hard days work shirtless and stayed that way. Sighing, John watched as she had trouble with her dress zipper. “C’mere.. T’en you can go change.” { travelleroftheskies }

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"How 'bout first in the morning? I'm a little preoccupied as of tonight.." Mitchell flashed the same grin he usually did when being cheeky. In all honesty he wanted nothing more to be even closer. 

But, he closed his eyes and sighed playfully. "Though, I do s'ppose I need t' get up and take a shower or somethin'.. such an awful thing to ruin a day full of nothing!" Mitchell tickled her lightly for just a split second as if to add emphasis to his jokes and sarcasm. 

Mellie knew when he was in a good mood.. and now all the tell-tale signs were present. He kissed her nose as the last punctuation to his statement.

"Marry me?" [mostly for his reaction because baes]

Mitchell and Mellie had been lazing around in the bed all day, reading, eating, and only getting up for the necessities. Currently though, it was growing dark and she was cuddled up against him and a hand was stroking a patch of bare skin on her side. Their legs were intertwined and it was so relaxing his eyes closed. He’d also pressed his nose into her hair, breathing her in when she spoke. 

"Hmmm—-? Aren’t I s’pposed t’ ask t’at?" The vampire really didn’t think much of it for a second.. before he really let it sink in. "Hey, Mel? Would y’ like t’ move in with me..?" 

If it were proper for the woman to ask he would have said yes. { ofteaandmagic }

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John's hands slipped out of her's before cupping her face. "I'd say t'ose are some of the best ideas if I've ever heard t'em." Smiling, he let his hands fall now, resting on the very outside of her clothed thighs. 

"Granted, I would suggest less stories.. or really short ones because I'm selfish an' greedy with my kisses." A wink was given and he could only wait for her to lean down and press her long awaited lips onto his. Sky definitely had him in a tight grip.. one he loved being in. 

"Don't look at me like that."

"Look at y’ like what? You’re beautiful, Sky, how can I not?" John lounged on the couch of her room as she flitted about taking off her stage jewelry. He watched her as she moved, unable to help himself just as he stated. Their relationship of sorts had progressed a little.. and the day for him to leave drew nearer. Though, he tried to shove it to the back of his mind, it was a pressing matter. 

He’d grown so comfortable around her, he came in after a hard days work shirtless and stayed that way. Sighing, John watched as she had trouble with her dress zipper. “C’mere.. T’en you can go change.” { travelleroftheskies }

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"You'll need tweezers... g-gauze.. t'e like." Slowly, Mitchell's eyes fluttered shut. His breath was still ragged but at least he couldn't feel the pain if he was out cold.  

He just hoped that she would know what to do and how to fix him because no one else could. Emm would understand once he woke up and could explain.. and possibly before then. 

It was horrible seeing him coughing up blood, but her worry increased immensely when she saw the damage once he lifted his shirt. She didn’t understand why he wouldn’t let her call the hospital, but she was not even certain they would make it in time, even if she did.

She bent down to inspect the wound more closely, hands trembling because of her nerves. “I am not going to let you die, love.” she said stubbornly. “I’m going to take care of you, even after I get those things out. I don’t want you to leave.”

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"No, y-you can't.. Either let me die or you'll have to fix me---" More blood was being lost by the second and the only thing that could save him was her picking out the wood chips. A doctor wouldn't understand.

Mitchell coughed up more blood and lifted his shirt. "P--Please, pick these out. Then, I'll l..leave if you want."

He…He was attacked? And not only that, but he was trying to protect her. Why had she assumed something more sinister? Either way, her eyes widened when she finally noticed the blood that  was his own. “You’re hurt…”

She was immediately worried about him, and she rushed forward to guide him to lay down on the couch, not caring how much blood would get on the said piece of furniture. “I’ll call the hospital.” It was clear she held nothing against him now that she understood what happened, even if she had torn out someone’s throat. Although she had questions about that, they could definitely wait she took care of him.

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"Might have a few ideas if y' tell me yours.." He squeezed her hands and smiled up at her. Sky's deep brown curls spilled over one shoulder and John could over let his eyes wander over all of the pale skin next. He'd never wanted to hold someone as close as he could her.. That and kiss her. But, he'd take either or.

She had him pinned and he couldn't help loving every second of it. And it was almost as though Sky's smile conveyed some kind of devious plan. The soft music in the background canceled some of that out though.. 

"Don't look at me like that."

"Look at y’ like what? You’re beautiful, Sky, how can I not?" John lounged on the couch of her room as she flitted about taking off her stage jewelry. He watched her as she moved, unable to help himself just as he stated. Their relationship of sorts had progressed a little.. and the day for him to leave drew nearer. Though, he tried to shove it to the back of his mind, it was a pressing matter. 

He’d grown so comfortable around her, he came in after a hard days work shirtless and stayed that way. Sighing, John watched as she had trouble with her dress zipper. “C’mere.. T’en you can go change.” { travelleroftheskies }

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"I-I.." Mitchell stuttered and wiped at his face with his hand,only succeeding in smearing blood everywhere. "Was attacked.. T'ere's things you don't know about me.. but, he came at me, I ripped his throat out.. He wanted y', Emm-- I couldn't let t'em kill you too.."

He was bleeding, and bad. The thick liquid was pooling around the tile floor at his feet. Mitchell's body was trying to heal, but the wooden stake pieces that were all in his legs and abdomen didn't make that easy. It wasn't but a few seconds later that blood started pouring from the corner of his mouth. Also bleeding internally, great.

mitchelljohnmitchell asked: “I did a bad thing.”

Send “I did a bad thing.” For my character’s reaction to yours coming to them with blood on their hands.

Her emerald eyes widened the moment she opened her door, facing paling even further than it usually was. There he stood in her doorway, the lower part of his face as well as his hands covered in fresh blood. Both her heart and mind began to race. This must have been some sort of horrible dream. Her sweet Mitchell, replaced by some sort of twisted version of him. But there was more to this, considering there was blood on his face, particularly around his mouth. She someone recovered the shock quickly enough to pull him inside, worried about one of the neighbors seeing him. Once the door was closed, she turned on him, looking distraught. Already, tears were beginning to build in her eyes.  

“God, Mitchell, what have you done?” she questioned, voice broken.

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As Sky plopped down onto his lap, he took her hand in his and tugged her. Hoping she'd lay in his arms but accepting she might not. Either way, John loved that she was getting comfortable around him as he had the distinct feeling that it might be the closest he'd get to a real life with someone. 

It was an awful feeling to have.. But, it was in his gut and with the war--- he didn't doubt that anything could happen. So, he acted happy and okay anyways. "I wouldn't mind, t'ough it would be a horrible waste of time together.." He whispered softly, just loud enough for her to hear, almost to himself. John wasn't sure how it would come out sounding.. reading into it would reveal many things. He just let her decide. 

"Don't look at me like that."

"Look at y’ like what? You’re beautiful, Sky, how can I not?" John lounged on the couch of her room as she flitted about taking off her stage jewelry. He watched her as she moved, unable to help himself just as he stated. Their relationship of sorts had progressed a little.. and the day for him to leave drew nearer. Though, he tried to shove it to the back of his mind, it was a pressing matter. 

He’d grown so comfortable around her, he came in after a hard days work shirtless and stayed that way. Sighing, John watched as she had trouble with her dress zipper. “C’mere.. T’en you can go change.” { travelleroftheskies }

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"Nope, you have me right by t'e heart and everythin' you do effects me somehow." He couldn't help but smile a little brighter."Even t'at.." Mitchell whispered next, but he didn't mind either. Holding her closer made that point obvious.

He pressed a kiss to the top of her head and nuzzled there for a bit too. "Glad you do.. When do you want to start movin' in?"

Turning more on his side, Mitchell was now almost fully pressed to her. Mellie was always so warm and he couldn't help the fact that he always seemed to be near her more than any usual couple would be.

"Marry me?" [mostly for his reaction because baes]

Mitchell and Mellie had been lazing around in the bed all day, reading, eating, and only getting up for the necessities. Currently though, it was growing dark and she was cuddled up against him and a hand was stroking a patch of bare skin on her side. Their legs were intertwined and it was so relaxing his eyes closed. He’d also pressed his nose into her hair, breathing her in when she spoke. 

"Hmmm—-? Aren’t I s’pposed t’ ask t’at?" The vampire really didn’t think much of it for a second.. before he really let it sink in. "Hey, Mel? Would y’ like t’ move in with me..?" 

If it were proper for the woman to ask he would have said yes. { ofteaandmagic }

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John stood and carefully tugged the zipper down. "T'ere you are.." A gentle kiss was planted on her shoulder before she could leave. Smiling softly, his knuckles brushed over the curve of her back as innocent as he'd ever been. When Sky finally went to change, he called out playfully.  "Don't take too long, I might miss you!" 

It was such a wonderful feeling.. just being around her made him grin damn near literally ear to ear. Which was what he did as he went back to laying on her couch.

"Don't look at me like that."

"Look at y’ like what? You’re beautiful, Sky, how can I not?" John lounged on the couch of her room as she flitted about taking off her stage jewelry. He watched her as she moved, unable to help himself just as he stated. Their relationship of sorts had progressed a little.. and the day for him to leave drew nearer. Though, he tried to shove it to the back of his mind, it was a pressing matter. 

He’d grown so comfortable around her, he came in after a hard days work shirtless and stayed that way. Sighing, John watched as she had trouble with her dress zipper. “C’mere.. T’en you can go change.” { travelleroftheskies }