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[eluding]

Speed Dating Event

So I am incredibly bored. [By bored, he means if he doesn't have something to occupy his mind at all times, he might actually lose his mind in things he doesn't want to and can't think about at all so bored. bored's an accurate enough sum up, right?] Clearly, the answer to this is to throw a little event for those who might want to participate. It is obviously not mandatory, and it will mostly be a party. I haven't thrown a party in a very long time, but I don't think I have lost the ability to do so. [or maybe this is a test of that, he doesn't really know.]

There will be delicious food made by yours truly! [hopefully still delicious, he hasn't made food for a lot of people in a very long time, but he returned to the kitchen before he disappeared, dragged through the door again]

There will be music, dancing, mingling, and talking!

And for those who'd like to, there will be speed dating. You sit at a table for five minutes, meet someone new, discuss things, get to know one another. Romance is not required. Make a friend, make a connection. Take the pressure off. Wear your fancy name tag with your preferences on it whether that's very specific preferences or none at all!

There will even be a table to share advice at whether it be romantic or otherwise if you want to give advice or if you need advice on wooing or what to use to get a particular stain out of your shirt or what have you. ;) It will be this weekend so if you're on the ship and want to stop by, feel free!

If you have any questions or any concerns, feel free to ask me them! I'm here all night while I plan out a menu. Also, I might make food while planning out a menu so there will be extra food in the main kitchen if anyone wants to eat anything.

[Locked Against his Older Brothers]

I know three very eligible bachelors, who just so happen to be my brothers. I absolutely want to sell up their qualities like nobody's business. They all have dark hair and are very tall. Many have considered them attractive. They were raised by a very wonderful woman who taught them proper manners and how to respect women.

There is one gentleman in his early thirties who is rough around the edges but a softy at heart. He enjoys a glass of whiskey, can curse like a sailor, but once you get past that rough exterior, you've got a person who is very protective and amazing in my opinion. Irish accent. His name is Adam.

There is another gentleman who is in his late twenties. He is very logical, smart, wise, and responsible while also being very caring. In fact, he practically helped our mother raise all of us growing up which means he had to put up with all of my shenanigans, which I have to tell you were pretty wild and occasionally dangerous. However, he always did so with utter patience. British accent. His name is Logan.

Finally, you have the gentleman and brother I am closest to. He is polite, charming, very easy to talk to and very caring and perceptive of and giving to those that he cares about. He is the most loyal person that I know, and he's also a lot of fun to be around. British accent. His name is Connor.

I highly recommend the three of them. ;) Individually naturally as they are not a package... deal.

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[action cause ;)]

[darkplace]

[john winces a bit when she jumps since he hadn't meant to startle her though really, john, what do you thinks going to happen when you randomly teleport to someone's location?

he looks at her with a soft smile, tilting his head to the side in utter and genuine confusion. a frown crosses his face because he... had no idea she thought he felt that when that can't be further from the truth.]

...no. If I thought this was a waste of time, I wouldn't have opened up to you to start with. [John takes a step forward as he breathes in, looking down at her (she's wearing very cute pajamas), meeting her gaze.]

There's a connection here between us. [His voice is soft but certain, meeting her gaze.] That could never be a waste of time. It's the opposite.

[resuming]

Oh.

[ elena's voice is just as soft, and she meets his gaze before she looks down at her hands. she used to be better at this, she thinks. she used to be better at reading signs and knowing how it feels to want this, but it has been a while and she let her doubts and her fears get the best of her, masquerading excuses for reasons. ]

It's not that I didn't think you weren't feeling it, too. [ neither of them are blind, they've had moments. there was a spark. she knows it and so does he. ] I just - you were right that we don't get to stay here. You said it feels real but you know it's not, and so I wouldn't have blamed you.

[ if he had thought that way, though she understands now she isn't sure what he really meant. ]

[darkplace]

[john pauses when he looks down at her, seeing the way she looks down at her hands like that. when she does, his hand reaches out to rest over top of her hands, and then he lifts his hand up to frame the side of her face.]

Elena, that's... not what I meant. I meant I know what I should feel about this place, but I don't feel that way. I know people walk around here saying it's this place that's in between, but it's real to me.

This is real to me, and there aren't any guarantees on the other side of that door either like there are none over here, but I haven't tried walking through that door since I teleported with you to the top of the ship. [his thumb slides over the side of her face, and then he leans in and he kisses her, lingering against her mouth as he breathes her in. he pulls back very, very slowly, giving her a quiet but warm smile.]

...but I did think of doing that since we teleported... actually the moment that we did.

[resuming]

[ elena's gaze lifts right back up the moment his hand frames her face. her lips part as she draws a breath in, and she takes in each and every word that he is saying. it's what she'd wanted to hear that night and feared she wouldn't, so she didn't ask for clarification. she knows how responsible john feels for each and every tomorrow person, for the shadow world he can't just leave behind whenever he is sent back through that door. it felt easier to cut their losses before either one of them got in too deep and it only hurt more when they had to say goodbye.

she never realizes that's always easier said than done when her heart is already in this, in him. she'd linger in the kiss if he wasn't speaking again, if it didn't dawn on her she should be paying attention to the words instead of simply reeling from how it feels.

her eyes are still closed after he has pulled back, and they open altogether very, very slowly. ] Why didn't you?

[ elena remembers that day clearly, remembers wondering if she'd been the only one to notice there was something there. ]

[darkplace]

[john's gaze drops to her mouth as her lips part and she draws a breath in like that, and he draws in his own breath, the intensity of it. he does feel very, very responsible for all of the tomorrow people even the ones who are not in the lair yet, but he doesn't want to leave the ship either, which is a hard admittance because he should be responsible. he has a lot of guilt. there are a lot of reasons why he doesn't deserve-- he can't want, hasn't been able to want, doesn't deserve to want either.

but he is not thinking about any of that now. john is losing himself in this kiss. he tugs her in further to his chest, tightly to it as he deepens the kiss against her mouth.

he's breathless when she pulls back. his thumb traces over her bottom lip, and he shakes his head at the question.] Didn't want to startle you. It's a long fall.

And it's hard... for me to let myself. [want. go after what he wants. so he held on to the moment, and he didn't let himself do it like he did just now with her in her room and over the journals.]

[resuming]

[ john isn't the only one that lost himself in the kiss. elena is reeling even after they've pulled back again, and her laughter is breathless as it falls from her lips. ] Right. [ of course he wouldn't want to startle her. it's thoughtful and sensible enough, as far as reasons go, but then he has to go and add the rest - he has to go and add the rest, and elena responds to it with familiarity. relates to it, perhaps a little too much, and her throat suddenly feels dry.

for so long she was trapped in a maze of her own making. one of indecision and shadows. before that it had been sadness instead, and forgetting what it was to want at all. to find things mattering again, because they just didn't. but she's not that person anymore, and she doesn't want to be. she doesn't want to be scared of knowing and choosing for herself. ]

So do it anyway. With me. [ not just in this moment but however many moments they get following this one. elena looks down at the infinitesimal space in between them, her fingers curled around the edges of his jacket. they linger there to hold on, and when she looks back up at him, her desire is evident in her expression. she pulls in another soft breath, and then she's pushing herself up on tip toes to cover his mouth with hers, swift and hard.

her hands slide up his jacket until they curve around his neck, pulling him down while she rises upward, intensifying the kiss in the process. ]

[darkplace]

[john tugs her in further to him still as he is reeling in it, and the tiny smile tugs across his face at the breathless sound of her laughter. his smile widens a bit. look, it is very important. he thought and felt how much he wanted to kiss her, but he also felt how if he had somehow misread the signs in that moment, he could freak her out and well, he'd fall after her and teleport them but it isn't how he'd want their first kiss to go... with falling. this?

this is perfect, however. he couldn't have planned it better. not that he planned this at all. his intention was to show up here, ask her what she meant, but the moment he caught sight of her and she answered him and he saw how she was feeling, john knew he was going to kiss her and he did. he still feels it all over.

there's a tiny smile at her response. it's not easy-- it's not but he is. he's doing it anyway with her right now as her fingers curl around the edges of his jacket, and he moves in when she does, sensing the way she is moving in and leaning down to capture her mouth with his own as she pushes herself up on her tip toes to cover his mouth with her own, swift and hard.

his hand slides around her back tightly, keeping her close to his chest as he slides his hand up her back and intensifies the kiss in the process too. he kisses her harder still, sliding his other hand back into her hair, and he's breathless again when he pulls back. his mouth parts.]

...so is that a yes? [there's a tiny, little smirk on his face.]

[resuming]

[ elena loves that it wasn't planned.

she loves that it's nothing that they wrote out in their minds like a script, because so often she's been guilty of doing just that. she's needed a metaphorical pen to map out a story that she can live with, but here it's natural and real and it took her by surprise. meeting him and feeling what she feels for him - it took her completely by surprise, like the best things in life often do.

letting herself be tugged in further, elena presses against his chest, and her hand slides further up his neck in exploration. her fingers eventually find purchase in the short strands of his blonde hair as she sighs into his mouth. it opens fully for his, her mouth, a new and exciting feeling stirring inside of her in response.

another laugh leaves her and she nods against him, her eyes glinting when they look up to meet his. ] Yes. [ that's what it means. she knows - believes - there isn't any other place in which she'll ever get an opportunity like this with him, and she doesn't want to waste it. it's yes a hundred times over, and she leans in to kiss that tiny, little smirk on his face.

needless to say, there is a lot more making out that goes on for the rest of the night. ]