Saikeria Moore
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Post by Saikeria Moore on Jan 9, 2009 11:46:26 GMT -7
(OOC note; This roleplay occurs entirely upon the date of January 11. Thank you.)
Saikeria’s lips pursed as she looked down to that small box she held within her hands. Was it weird for a girl to give her husband a wedding band? To get down on one knee and propose, like Julian kind of did. (Although his proposition was much more romantic.) The soft feel of velvet beneath her fingertips. Her thumb worried across one of the excessively rounded corners with a tender knit to her brow.
The small black boxes must be mandatory. Like the impossibly fake smiles workers at a fast-food place are required to doll out to their customers. Saikeria could only wonder if the box was even necessary in this instance.
Idle fingertips found the definite separation in the two halves and pressed upwards warmly. The box made a strange click sound as it snapped into the open position. It was obvious Saikeria hadn’t dwelled on the box much since she’d first received the small item. Now seemed the appropriate time to do so.
Currently the small girl was locked in the bathroom adjoining the master sweet. Locked because Julian was apt to wander into a room at any point and time. Seeing as it was also his home. Not that she particularly minded such. In fact it was always quite welcomed. Up until Julian Saikeria had been stationed in a studio apartment, where her bathroom was colliding with her kitchen space, and her kitchen was on her bed, and her cache of excess paintings, both finished, and un were stashed beneath her kitchen-bed. After that she’d moved in with her now-husband, and then they’d moved three separate times afterwards.
Post settling into their current residence, one which she intended to remain in, she’d removed her paintings and other such items from her old apartment. And thank god she’d waited to do such. Moving was such a pain.
Her brows only came to furrow once more upon this strain of thoughts. Her free hand lifted, then, nimble fingertips soothing upon the crease forming upon her forehead.
It was their anniversary. Their six-month. The one she was pretty sure the majority of people doubted they would make it to.
It seemed an appropriate time to tug that box out once more. And offer Julian that ring she’d bought him. She hadn’t provided him with a ring initially, well, because to be quite frank she didn’t have the finances for such. As soon as she did, though the tiny woman scuttled away to pick out a wedding band for hr husband. It was platinum; much like the band he’d given her not so long ago.
Soon enough the ring was stripped from the little black box which had been it’s holster for a good four months. The young girl heaved a careful sigh as she brought the container to snap closed. A distinct, hollow noise. She’d have kept the rig in the box if not for cliché’s sake. But, alas, it created an awkward lump in the pocket of her jeans, so she canned it.
Delicate fingertips pressed the cool circle of metal into her pocket before she wiggled the bathroom door open. Both of them just in case someone needed access to the bathroom.
Fingertips flicked through her hair as she half stumbled down the stairs, “Juliannnn?” Sai called out, pursing her lips once more.
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Post by Julian on Jan 11, 2009 15:17:58 GMT -7
Hobbies had become something of a necessity over the time spent throughout their marriage. It wasn't that Julian did not enjoy doing everything with Saikeria but there were some things that should be kept to oneself or so that's what Julian believed.
It was how one could earn space and that simple of time of being alone that reminded you of how life had been before meeting your spouse. It was this space of time in which you would find yourself grateful you had found him or her. That space of time that you knew once you stepped out of your private world and into the arms of your lover, you'd be safe and content - that your love will be reciprocated however much as your beloved deemed necessary.
It was here within the den of their home did he find himself upon his knees and sitting back on his haunches with numerous items of variety spread before him from once taped and packaged boxes. Julian wouldn't call sorting the items a hobby. In truth,when he was a child, sorting things had become something of necessity. It was a quirk brought on by his autism. But no, it wasn't the same here. Or was it? Perhaps there was a slight instance in which it was but it was more for the fact that Julian was planning on decorating the den's wood paneled walls with trinkets and little items that held a personal place within his heart.
Decorating the den as a whole had been more or less easy going. The room had instantly reminded him of his father and despite Saikeria's opinion of how wood paneling was in her mind, she had allowed him to keep the room and make it his. It had become more or less a storage room though in the end [besides the large recliner seat and television set into the corner]. For the moment though, Julian had finally found himself unpacking every item from pictures, to cassettes and wooden figurines in which his father had carved within his spare time. Why had it taken him so long to do this?
Julian had been afraid that he'd be moving again for whatever reason. Could he be blamed? Besides his rather quaint sized apartment down in the south Bronx of New York City, Julian had lived in four spacious homes after coming to Ravenblack City.
One had been the Lomaxes' Estate in which he had spent little time within before finding himself whisked to the de Lioncourt's estate. A faint grimace crosses Julian's features at the thought of that rough patch in his life's story. It wasn't long until he was then at the Toujours Homestead - another rough patch in Julian's life before finally coming to the Crry Manor. That did not last long and as expected, Julian soon found himself practically homeless with Saikeria before finally putting a down payment on their own home. This home.
He liked it. No, he loved it. It wasn't perfect but it was good enough. Cozy. It definitely wasn't large but the backyard held some considerable size. The same backyard in which he himself had hand worked the fence. And now he was here within the den with his back aching and knees growing numb from having knelt there for some time. Reluctantly he clambers to his feet, mindful of the black cat dozing beside his form upon the floor. Stepping over the creature, he saunters over to the door and out of it in search of Saikeria and back into what was his world as a whole. It seemed Saikeria had been doing the same.
It wasn't long until Julian cuts across Saikeria practically bounding down the steps, his hands lift reflexively to greet her by way of embrace and a warm smile. His face tips and head cants wolfishly before his brow bumps upon her own. A sign of affection. Something he no doubt took from his mother and father from long ago.
"What's the hurry?"
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Post by Saikeria Moore on Jan 11, 2009 18:48:35 GMT -7
Saikeria half grinned, the girl near pounced her husband, arms slinging firm about his neck. She half hoists herself into her lover’s arms. Her brow pressed upon Julian’s own in a firm reciprocation of the affection he dolled out to her. Something she’d never participated in before Julian came into her life. The once-awkward little press of brows. It had become a habit. And truth be told she didn’t quite remember the first time Julian had bumped his noggin upon her own.
“No reason,” Saikeria murmured softly. Her mouth lifted to smooth across Julian’s jaw carefully, “You know what today is, Mister Moore?” she continued onwards with a wiggle to her slender frame.
Soon enough the small girl found herself dropping away from his hips. Placing near bare feet onto the smooth wooden floors beneath. She was almost certain Julian knew what day it was. They’d celebrated almost all of their monthly anniversaries. Except for their first one. They’d spent that in a self-induced torpor, on account of a most unwelcome attack courtesy of her ex-sire.
Her hand dropped to the soft circle imprinted in he pocket. The ring, practically burning a hole through the fabric of her pants. She itched to give it to him, and she was almost certain she’d give the whole surprise away if she didn’t do so soon.
Though somehow she steadied her hand and drew her palm along the curve of her husband’s hip. The delicate arch before her fingertips flicked tenderly beneath the surface of the fabric. Cooled fingertips dust delicately along the tender curve of his backbone, in a similar fashion to the day they’d first met. Although that day was more than six months ago, Saikeria would assume he’d make the familiar connection. Her fingers curl softly as they soothe upwards, teasing upon his shoulder blades for a brief moment before sinking away. Her palms pressed to the small of his back before dropping from beneath his shirt completely.
The young lady offered an almost childish grin up towards her husband thereafter. Followed by an all too characteristic crinkle upon the bridge of her nose.
It was their six month wedding anniversary. The wedding they never really had. Along with the shortly followed reception involving Holy waters and garlic sprays from a few uninvited guests. Of course, Saikeria wouldn’t have changed it, all those hardships, and all that waiting she’d partook in brought her to this point in time right here. This time, standing within her husband’s loose embrace. An all too childish smile stuck to her lips.
Her head bowed and she looks more directly to Julian’s turquoise gaze, “Well?” she asks of him, referring, of course, to the question she’d proposed previously, concerning the date.
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Post by Julian on Jan 13, 2009 17:44:55 GMT -7
Julian was pulling a face although it was simply for the effect and play of the moment than anything else. He wasn't exactly bothered by her asking him what day it was. He knew it simply because Saikeria wouldn't let him forget. She gave so many hints away and not just that but it seemed Saikeria was intent on celebrating it with every passing month. Not that Julian minded. He only wondered if they would be doing the same thing years from now. Imagine that.
Before Julian could answer though, Saikeria's hands were taking a detour and running up his back. He wasn't sure why he found the touch so pleasurable and the sensation so euphoric but, well, he did. It was a strange and peculiar thing that left him feeling weak. His head lolls in a wolfish cant and mouth falls ajar just a slight to allow his tongue to dust his lower lip. He tastes the air - her scent. He drinks her in as his body gives a faint shudder and presses tight to the brush of her fingertips before her hands were falling away. It did not take long for things to come together and Julian to fall back into reality.
"You make it hard to forget," Julian points out before offering her a wry smile. Amusement is clear within his turquoise eyes and even moreso when the play of a wry smile spreads across his features. "It's our anniversary. So what does that mean?" He teases her playfully. "We can cook a nice meal and sit in the den and watch some old films. Maybe even play with another puzzle again or..." Julian was rambling before falling silent. "Mn, that doesn't sound so fun does it?" He questions. It sounded like their normal routine life. Shouldn't they be doing something eccentric for their anniversary?
They should. By all rights they deserved it after having been together longer than most would have suspected and the truth was, their life was coming along just fine and as they had wanted even though they did slip over a few rough patches. But what marriage didn't have a few rough patches? It just showed how steadfast they were with one another. Julian wanted for nothing. He had a perfectly fine home, Saikeria's love, attention and adoration and even their pets. And now Julian was beginning to find the attention and affection of his own sire after having stood steadfast at her side. Things were going right. This was how he always thought his life would be and now things were coming into place.
"Well, you're the one that seems in a hurry so..." He trails and nods curtly. "I'll let you choose what you wish to do today. How does that sound?" He didn't think it sounded too shabby. He had chosen and performed the last few things they had done, no? It wouldn't hurt. Plus, she really did look as if she genuinely had something in mind. His hands lift to cup her cheeks, fingers splaying back toward her ears.
Julian holds Saikeria in place while tipping her face back so he may meet her gaze evenly. It wasn't long until his mouth was lowering to smooth his over her pout in tender regard. With a cant of his head, he deepens the motion and sighs out heavily simultaneously while brushing his palms from her cheeks to tangle fingers within her blond tresses.
"Mn, so?" He questions, mouth moving against hers.
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Post by Saikeria Moore on Jan 13, 2009 19:10:12 GMT -7
Saikeria smiled, time and time again as she found his mouth touching against her own. Her head tips in accordance, the soft swell of her pout soothing upon his own lips in tender regard. Dark eyes would flutter shut as she leaned upon the male warmly. Her mouth eventually manages away from his own touch.
Saikeria had done anything but forgotten about her anniversary. But shed also done anything but make any form of plans. She’d spent most of her “Planning time” mulling over the wedding band in the bathroom. In all truth Saikeria hadn’t really even put consideration into how she would bring the ring out into the open. Perhaps she would just wing it, and in fact, that was probably going to occur this evening. And for that, Saikeria was nervous. A soft fluttering arose in her stomach as she took this into consideration
Sai delivered a half-coy smile in the direction of her husband before slipping her hand into his own easily. A soft grip was pulsed upon Julian’s own hand as she slides her fingers between his own warmly. The tiny woman brought the tip of her nose to dust upon the scruffy arch of Julian’s jaw before finally she fell back upon the flat of her feet.
“Let’s go see what the babies are doing?” the tiny girl offers. Although it wasn’t so much a request as it was, well, to be quite frank, a demand. Though Saikeria knew Julian wouldn’t argue. There was nothing wrong with seeing what was up with the assortment of critters their home housed. Even Eilis was large enough to do her own waddling about. The once tiny chinchilla had grown to about the size of a rabbit and could be easily spotted even without the telltale sign of her fluorescent ball. (Which she’d previously rolled about in.
Carwyn and Nat would be in the den, as Carwyn rather enjoyed lounging around in the recliner which Julian had lugged in some few, well, she wasn’t even certain as to when Julian managed that ancient-looking piece of furniture. Nat enjoyed being around Carwyn because the small kitten came about around the same time as the pug had. And, well, Nat enjoyed the feeling of safety which occurred when he lazed around one of his siblings, or more often than not, his mother. Jack would also probably be in the den, as would Eilis. The rodent would be there mainly because she was too small to stumble back up the three stair climb, and into the hallway once more.
Oliver and Basyll was really anyone’s guess. The two kittens often deviated from the rest of the pack in order to acquire some alone time with one another.
Even as Saikeria tugged her husband she pondered on what they could possibly do for today. Food sounded good, but then again, when didn’t it? The small girl and Julian often enjoyed homemade meals within the sanctity of their own kitchen. (Julian more so than Saikeria, not to say he was a chubber.)
“You think we can go out for Dinner?” Saikeria questioned of her husband with a bat to her lashes and a remarkably adorable smile. Sure, Saikeria used that ploy more often than she’d care to admit to anyone, but it seemed to be efficient.
Much to Saikeria’s surprise Oliver and Basyll were playing papa and mama to their younger siblings, well, not so much that as they were simply lazing with the rest of the critters. Eilis coiled between the two much larger cats.
Small hands lowered to scoop up the balled Ollie, whom replied with a brief mewl of resistance before coming to realize what exactly what was occurring. And soon enough the cat was coiling into place against his mama’s chest. Another brief, nostalgic moment fluttered through her mind, that day Julian brought Sai home to meet this same black kitten. The day both of them realized they were in it for the long haul.
Saikeria turns her attention from the kitten to gage Julian’s own turquoise gaze. She smiled, and could only wrinkle her nose. The tiny girl’s hip bumped upon Julian’s own with an easy sway closer to the male. Her cheek tucked to his shoulder.
“So, supper and then we’ll wing it?” she offers.
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Post by Julian on Jan 14, 2009 17:04:11 GMT -7
Could Julian have said no? Not at all. He was smitten by Saikeria in every way, shape and form. The truth was, he was always eager to spend some sort of time with Saikeria no matter how minor their event may or may not be. One of those always seemed to tend to be looking upon their assortment of critters with fondness. Julian's eyes fall upon Saikeria as she motions to gather up Oliver. Her suggestion runs through his mind.
"Um," Julian looks thoughtful before lifting a hand to his chin. His index finger and thumb holds his chin in that classic thinker pose while his free arm crosses along his chest. His eyes fall over the critters once more, specifically Basyll, the winter grey cat who was currently nestled to Eilis quietly but soon after mewls at her papa.
"I know a nice little porterhouse in the city. It's kind of small - a local thing sort of. I like it though," he murmurs and looks thoughtful before pinching an eye shut. Julian saunters closer to Basyll before lowering himself until he was crouching. His hand lowers to brush callused fingertips behind the perk of the cat's ear affectionately before he was tipping his face to look toward Carwyn and Nat who were both dozing off beside one another upon the recliner seat. It wasn't long until he was coming to his full height and bobbing his head in ascent.
"Sure. Get your coat? I'll drive." Julian states. It wasn't that he was afraid of the way Saikeria drove but she did have one Hell of a heavy foot. He smooths down his shirt before moving toward the doorway. "Let's go?"
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Post by Saikeria Moore on Jan 14, 2009 22:46:13 GMT -7
Saikeria could only smile with a soft nod. She pressed her lips to the top of Oliver’s head carefully. Thankfully the small woman hadn’t bothered to put on any fancy-pants lip gloss for their anniversary. No, she hadn’t, and as such her pout smoothed away from Oliver’s head, clean.
Despite the fact that the average cat (Or kitten, really, for that matter.) would land on their feet, Saikeria stooped downwards to place Oliver back down upon the floor, next to Basyll, and Eilis. The black cat gave a purr in his mother’s direction before flopping back onto his side lazily, tugging his form closer to Basyll, and inadvertently Eilis’s being also. To which Saikeria flashes a quick, almost maternal smile.
Her fingertips touched upon Eilis’s all too soft fur before dropping away. If nothing else the small collection of animals did provide something for Julian and herself to do. But they were so much more than that. They were family, and Saikeria loved every one of the critters. (Sometimes it was debatable as to whether or not it was equally.) She loved every one of them. As did Julian. (So she assumed, as he’d yet to deny her.)
Once more her gaze fell upon the sprawled animals, Nat and Carwyn in the recliner. Jack poised before the chair, and Oliver, Basyll and Eilis to the side. She smiled again, as if she could really do anything else in this situation.
Saikeria brought herself back into reality with a firm nod. Her glance lifting to peer upon Julian’s own face with a silly grin. One which Julian was probably use to seeing by this point in their relationship. Her hand slipped towards his blindly, fingers tangling in an easy sweep. Locking their hands together, her palm pressing upon Ju’s own warmly. Saikeria stepped closer towards the doorway of the den, slowly, just to be sure Julian was following, and that she wasn’t dragging the male about.
Soon enough, though she found herself bouncing up the few steps leading to the main hallway, Julian in tow.
Thereafter Saikeria was peeling her own jacket over her shoulders, wiggling comfortably into the all too familiar material. Dark eyes fluttered shut momentarily before lifting herself to her tip toes. Saikeria bumps her mouth upon Julian’s jaw carefully, a warm smile spreading upon her pout.
“Ready, Sweetheart?” she questions, free hand soothing to the doorknob easily.
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Post by Julian on Jan 18, 2009 3:37:43 GMT -7
"I believe so," Julian murmurs as he lugged up the handful of steps leading away from the den. Well, not exactly lugged. That would have been a feat in itself for Saikeria with or without the strength that came with being a vampire. Julian was no small man and he could have been considered rather the formidable foe in such a case of being dragged about. But of course, Julian had little choice at the moment and so he follows Saikeria and allows her to take him to where they kept their coats.
There was comfort in such things and even though others could argue against wearing so many layers of clothing or even a coat, Julian could easily bring up the argument of where they intended to carry all those little items that would otherwise prick your thigh whilst jostling in your pocket. And so Julian finds himself tugging on his pea coat and nudging the buttons in place. He considers a hat but quickly decides against it. He didn't exactly like wearing any sort of hat when having to drive, it was a discomfort in itself for whatever reason. So, abandoning his Greek fisherman's cap, Julian motions away from Saikeria in search of where he had last left the car keys.
There they were. They were specifically settled within a small dish meant for keys that somehow ended up carrying change, bits of wrapped candy and lint [along with other odds and ends such as a button and crumpled notes]. Taking them out, he was soon after fishing out the house keys and holding both in hand while simultaneously calling for Saikeria. "Are you --"
"Ready, sweetheart?"
Julian pulls a face as Saikeria's voice interrupts him. It seemed she had been ahead of him all this time. Perhaps he was losing it. He remembered when he had always been so organized and quick on his toes. Becoming somewhat of a hermit had ended that, especially more for the fact that he let go of many of his old quirks and fell into a slump of sorts. It was almost...well, awkward at times.
"Yes. Yes, I am, let's get going before those rascals get ready for playtime," he murmurs, speaking of their assortment of critters as he motions to the door and tips his face to brush his mouth across Saikeria's brow as his hand falls over hers. Grasping his hand within her own, he twists the door knob and tugs it open.
"Ladies first," he states and tosses his head toward the door which he now held open. Manners learned from his mother never got old.
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Post by Saikeria Moore on Jan 18, 2009 13:20:30 GMT -7
Saikeria’s nose crinkled. They had fallen into quite the routine-esque life style. Even if they did come up with small sorts of activities to “spice up” their life together. Saikeria idly wonders whether or not Julian would appreciate some more extreme activities. More Manly ones. To build something, or jump off something, play football, or make a mess together. (That’s not to say they don’t make enough messes as it is, as they made their fair share.)
And that’s not to say that Saikeria did not enjoy what some people would consider a “mundane” lifestyle. No, much the opposite. She enjoyed every moment she spent with Julian, even if it wasn’t as “get up and go” as her old lifestyle was. Saikeria enjoyed her time with her husband. All of it. Even those days they didn’t manage to get up and out of their pajamas, or the days where their “activity” was simply making spaghetti together. (Which they hadn’t done in quite some time.)
The girl’s jacket was pulled on. As was a pair of gloves. The tiny woman’s hand was slipped into Julian’s own. And despite the fact that her hands were covered in the thinnest layer of cotton, the familiar warmth of Julian’s fingers between her own and the firm press of her palm against her own. It was all familiar and welcomed.
“Why, thank you, Mister Moore” Saikeria chirrups with an almost silly grin. Her own head bowed as she took her first step across the threshold to their home. And immediately her nose comes to crinkle again. It was cold outside, not that Saikeria was too surprised at that fact. It was the middle of January, after all.
Wind blew snow off the roof, and brought her hair into her face. Free hand lifted to peel her hair from her face, and tuck it neatly behind her ear. Luckily for a certain Missus Moore, they were not headed to any place too fancy pants. She would be able to fix her hair in public without worry.
This thought brought about another consideration of the ring Saikeria had brought along with. The now warm curl of metal resting against the gentle lift of her thigh. Pinched between fabric and bare skin.
Saikeria allowed Julian to open the car door for her. As it was also his wedding anniversary, she wouldn’t deny him this simple act of chivalry. Soon enough the tiny girl was settling into place and tugging her seat belt across her chest quietly. A single fingertip circling around the ring poking upon her hip.
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Post by Julian on Jan 19, 2009 6:15:48 GMT -7
Julian was glad that Saikeria allowed him to open the car door for her. It wasn't as if she always denied him this but it was for the simple fact that opening it had become something of a routine habit that was hard to avoid. So it was whenever Saikeria denied him this that he felt somewhat bothered. Why?
It wasn't as if it were for some larger than life reason but more simply for the fact that his mother had striven to instill the most specific of gentlemanly mannerisms within her one and only son, Julian Avery Moore, which wasn't surprising at all. He was all that she and his father had to surpass them and his mother was damned sure she'd leave a man behind other than some slouch of a womanizer. No. He was far from that. He was his mother's son and held the charm of his father [which she had so kindly often reminded him of]. That and his philosophical way of thinking. Nonetheless, Julian was pleased to know that Saikeria would be so kind as to let him be himself for the night as his hand presses the door shut and he saunters over and around to the driver's side and soon was situating himself within his seat.
Their car wasn't extravagant. Unlike many others of Ravenblack who decided sports convertibles and old fashioned mustangs were the in thing, Julian had simply settled with something that could lug them around and carry necessities. But perhaps that was just Julian's own way of thinking. He wasn't exactly one to indulge in things simply because he had the money. He would much rather save every penny earned and use it mindfully. But that was him.
He nudges the car key into the ignition and brings it to life. The head lights come on and Julian's hands draw back to tug the seat belt across his torso and set it in place. His hands fall to the wheel at a not so ten-o'clock-two-o'clock placement. It wasn't long until they were pulling out of the driveway and Julian was turning them out onto the street. Within the next moment, his foot steps upon the gas [not as heavily as Saikeria would have mind you] before one hand drops away and is offered over the divider.
"It's rather nice when it snows. I like...I'm not exactly looking forward to the heat of summer though..." Julian murmurs absentmindedly and confesses his thoughts on summer. With winter you did have the choice of being warm or cold while with summer you had the choice of being bogged down in heat or attempting to stave it off. At least they did most of their own chores and work during night which meant things were relatively cool at the least. His mind stills its rambling.
"Things have been changing a lot lately, haven't they?" He questions of Saikeria next before shouldering into his seat with a sigh.
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Post by Saikeria Moore on Jan 19, 2009 18:18:47 GMT -7
Saikeria considered this for a moment. A lot had changed. Well, she supposed he was right about that a lot had changed. Saikeria had, Julian had. Their family had multiple times. The addition (And occasional subtraction) of siblings on his side. And the shifting of sires on her own. And then Saikeria sired Tally. Miraculously enough they were, for the most part, taken in stride. Julian had been there for her to lean upon, and Saikeria for her husband.
Aside those simplistic changes in their family line, what else was different? It was difficult to place her finger on it. Changes were recognized and acknowledged as they came, and as they went, and then slipped from her mind all too easily. Perhaps this was how it worked. After all a one Missus Moore only had her experiences to draw off of. And the occasional opinion of Julian.
Saikeria had most definitely changed. Though if you were to ask her she’d probably deny it; ‘not really’ and move on with the conversation. She’d not dwelled on this fact for very long, at least not until this moment. And even then she didn’t put much consideration to it.
Her brows knit and lips pursed as she looked up towards Julian. She cleared her throat and gave a shake to her blonde head, “I suppose so, Ju.” She sighs outwardly, an almost scoff sounding near the end of her statement. A soft smile was offered thereafter. “For the better… Mostly.” The snags within their marriage had not been snags in their marriage so much as they were accountable to an outside source. Some point of stress brought upon by a friend, or a relative that carried ripples of anxiety into their own home. It was dealt with and discarding as soon as was reasonable. So went their marriage (Not to say it was as simple as that)
The small woman wiggled into her seat quietly. Pleasant smile taking form on her delicate pout. She was happy with Julian. Despite it being their six month wedding anniversary Saikeria was always more than glad to spend time with the man. Even if it was as simple as a car ride. Not that they spent a particularly large amount of time within the confines of the automobile. No, it was more the fact that she was within Julian’s more intimate space. Nestled close to him without actually touching. Which wasn’t something that happened often. Nor something that lasted very long.
In the most inviting of manners Saikeria turns her palm upwards in the most inviting of manners. Her hand set to the median of their vehicle in an almost habitual manner. And she knew it wouldn’t be too long until Julia took the bait and she found her fingers coiling in upon his. Her thumb teasing against the lift of his knuckles in the most tender of sweeps.
“I prefer Spring, or Fall,” Saikeria murmured, fall because back in her hometown it had been gorgeous around that time, and Spring because of similar reasons, but now her spring would be spent planting flowers to line their back yard. Flowers which Jack hopefully wouldn’t dig up. She half knew Carwyn couldn’t be bothered to do such. Then again it was always the small, chubby dogs you had to keep an eye on when it came to hole digging and the like. Though she was fairly certain the overweight pug wouldn’t much care for the heat of the outdoors. Nor did Julian, apparently. Which, all in all, was fine by her, as Saikeria didn’t much care for it, either.
With a slight tip to her head the small girl purses her lips, “Julian, I love you,” she reminds him quietly.
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Post by Julian on Jan 20, 2009 4:34:23 GMT -7
"Fall and Spring, huh?" Julian questions and offers a slight smile. Truth was, Julian enjoyed every season to some extent but Winter more than others simply due to the fact that that had been a time within his life of major importance. Year after year, it never seemed to disappoint him and some sort of major turning point had taken place such as what had happened last month. December. It would be a time to remember. A time when his sire had acknowledged him fully and had taken him into her arms once again. That love that Josephine held for him was often how he imagined his mother loved him and Julian was eager to reciprocate it. He was just as eager to pledge his fealty to his own partner, lover and wife.
Julian counts his blessings and without complaint continues to trudge along through life more than happy enough that he had Saikeria, Josephine and a house full of critters to come home to at the end all of this. That and a warm bed to lay in. Saikeria's soft spoken words of love flits into his ears and a smile crosses Julian's features. "I know," he teases her, "I love you too Missus Moore," he adds lastly.
He would have never thought to see himself here. Not at all. Julian had always been one to spend time alone and well...That was that. Julian always kept to himself even throughout High School. Sure, he had friends. Many of them in fact. But he likewise had many responsibilities and worries that other teenagers did not at the time. Did it mean he didn't live a normal life? Perhaps. But not quite. He did experience many things in his age and still could remember even his first kiss for that matter. Lillian Weston. He sets those thoughts aside and sets his gaze back to the road.
Luckily their commute to the city wasn't overly long. One large selling point Julian had found attractive about the home he had suggested [and which became theirs], was the fact that it was very close to the city. It would take roughly twenty-to-thirty minutes on a bad day, or night rather, to make it to the city otherwise. Luckily the porterhouse was a quaint little place not too deep in the city but far enough in that it had adopted its own sort of unique style.
It was a tiny thing squeezed between two apartment buildings. Cars were lined appropriately in their spaces parallel to the curbs of either side of the street and Julian came to the conclusion that this will be the hard part of things unfortunately. Maybe he should have taken his hat after all in case they had to walk. But it seemed to work out in the end. After all, Julian had quite the eye for these sort of things.
"Aha!" Julian exclaims and pats his hands upon the steering wheel at his not so ten-o'clock-two-o'clock position before drawing it to the right and pulling them into an opening with ease. He grins triumphantly.
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Saikeria Moore
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Post by Saikeria Moore on Jan 20, 2009 11:27:38 GMT -7
It was hard to think of Julian kissing another woman. Not just because she’d prefer not to, or that the thought was outlandish. It was just, well, it was hard to imagine him kiss anyone but her. Be it when he was in high school, or otherwise. Their relationship had only been going about for a little past seven months but everything seemed so much longer than that. Not in a bad sense of the word.
And it may seem strange to say Saikeria was taken aback by Julian’s exclamation of joy upon finding a great parking place. But she was. The little girl had never been in a situation where a parking place was particularly difficult to acquire. And so, she’d never had the privilege of observing Julian in his man-time. A small celebration at the most menial of tasks only a man would appreciate. Like, well, parking a car near their destination.
And she could only smile. Easy and warm. Despite her general enjoyment of this sight the Missus still found herself bringing her brows upwards curiously. Saikeria was reminded of a certain episode of Seinfeld she’d viewed when she was younger. That’s not to say that Saikeria enjoyed the sitcom. No, that was far from the truth. The young woman had viewed the episode in question while still living at home with mother, Hollie. Saikeria’s mother occasionally viewed the show while preparing dinner. During the episode in question the chubby bald man, and someone else were in a spat over a parking spot near their apartment building.
And she laughed. The bridge of her nose crinkled and her lips pursed as attempted to stifle the sound. Despite the fact that she was almost positive Julian wouldn’t be offended by her chuckling, she still attempted to give reason to her stifled giggles, “I didn’t know you were that kind of man,” was all she could come up with without bringing an overly wordy story in their midst.
Fingertips toyed at the belt stretched taught about her abdomen, before finally dipping to pop it free of it’s buckle. The bit of fabric zipped easily against her jacket, before clacking upon the side panel of their vehicle, and dropping to rest there. From thereon her hands smoothed out her shirt, as if any ruffling had occurred during the car ride there (It had not.) She waited for Julian to tug her door open thereafter. It’s not that the small girl couldn’t wait for Julian to round the car, its just that she preferred simply not to. But once more, she allowed him to do such, to open her door, and then close it behind her.
The tiny woman leaned upon the car door for the shortest of moments before slipping her hand into his own warmly. Fingers twine between Julian’s own warmly, awaiting him to tug her closer towards the almost miniscule restaurant wedged tight between two apartment buildings which dwarfed their own home.
“We don’t get out very often,” Saikeria observes, casting a glance over her shoulders. The small-town girl still miraculously wowed by the city’s size.
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Post by Julian on Jan 24, 2009 18:03:16 GMT -7
"I'm beginning to think there's a lot of things you don't know about me, Saikeria," he teases her with a wry smile soon after. Was there? Maybe. They've only been together just over six months. It wasn't that long, or was it? He was sure there were a few people that didn't believe they'd last this long, especially after the escapades [which were not so exciting] that had followed soon after their binding. Nonetheless, the two had trudged on through family squabble after family squabble only to arrive here. It was worth it all. Julian had everything he could ever want for and more.
A wife who still loved him unconditionally, a sire who acknowledged him not only as her eldest and most beloved child, but as second command of the rest of her rug rats. He had an arm load of critters at home to take care of [quite the assortment if you'd ask him], and everything he needed that could have been a material want.
There was a small home involved [small yet cozy - it was perfect for their family] which had a front yard and back yard. And don't get him started on that back yard. He had put effort into that little space of land. A hand made fence, a spacious dog house specifically for Jack [their rather spunky sheep dog] and then some. Let's not also forget the den in which Julian specifically claimed for his possessions and family memorabilia. Then there was the piano involved. It was something specific that Julian longed for and needed his life. What else was there to need? It was only then did Julian realize man only truly needed so little to be sated and pleased. He takes the life out of the vehicle.
Twisting the keys out of the ignition was done in ease and soon after he pops the seat belt out of its holder. Drawing it across his form and letting it clack into place, he admits himself out into the chill winter night. Shutting the door, Julian rounds the car and soon draws the passenger door open out of habit. He was glad Saikeria allows him to. When she steps out, he shuts the door and assures himself that it's locked and its alarm is in place before setting the keys into his coat pocket and taking up Saikeria's own hand.
"I know," he murmurs and pulls a face. "But it isn't that bad, is it?" He questions and looks down at her as her face lights up. He contains himself from grinning like a fool. It wasn't long until he was beginning to draw her away from their car though and down the sidewalk to the quaint porterhouse with it's rather humble lettering over the awning.
Ricardo's
Luckily for them [although not entirely for business], it seemed a relatively slow and quiet night. There were only a few tables set with a handful of folk lingering and talking amongst themselves over their dining experience while others were being tended and cleaned with relative ease. Upon entering and listening to the door shut slowly before snicking in place, the hostess greets them and leads them to a table already prepared for a party of two.
The impression the restaurant gave was of an old New York porterhouse. The walls were red brick and seemingly worn. Paintings done by local talent were on display with tags set below each with information jotted down neatly so each aspiring artist may be contacted and their work purchased. Simple little candles were set upon each simply elegant wooden table and chandeliers dot the ceiling to give an intimate glow of light. Overall, it made Julian feel at home and none of it was overwhelming. It wasn't long until they were being seated and menus were being set down. Julian motions behind Saikeria to assist in removing her coat and setting it behind her chair before nudging her seat forth.
"It's very nice here."
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Saikeria Moore
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Post by Saikeria Moore on Jan 24, 2009 18:46:42 GMT -7
Saikeria felt as though she knew enough about her husband. That isn’t to say she didn’t want to learn anymore about him, but she knew him well enough to fall in love with him, over and over again. And she would continue loving him regardless of any information he may share with her.
She knew his favorite color was blue, but he didn’t know what shade. She knew he didn’t like the color lime green, and he’d once laughed at a friend for sporting said shade. She knew he played piano. And he was rather good at it. She knew he had the patience of a Saint. (Enough that he could attempt to teach her piano, also.) She knew he had an appreciation for the arts, and desired to learn anything of such Saikeria could possibly teach him. She knew he was ever eager to do activities with her. Or not. She knew he liked animals, their pets. And especially bears. (They’re champs.) She knew he’d suffered from autism when he was little. She knew he had issues telling her ‘no.’ And she knew that he may have forgotten the date they started seeing each other exclusively. But that was okay because she had, too.
And, she knew Julian was the only man made for her.
Saikeria’s brows furrowed a slight as her gaze roamed around the room. The tiny restaurant was nice. She appreciated the art especially. Saikeria had never made any attempt at selling her works. The small woman still enjoyed local artwork more than most. No matter how obscure the subject matter. She appreciated such more than Degas, or Picasso, all that was overdone, and most the life had been sucked from it. (Perhaps an attributing factor to her dropping out of art school.)
Soon enough though Missus Moore found her arms being pulled away from her jacket and she gave a slight wiggle to assist in such. A soft smile set to her features faint blush accompanying. She hoped that she hadn’t been caught ogling, mouth agape, and peering upon the walls of the porterhouse.
Her hand touched to Julian’s own briefly. Fingers curling around his own hold for the briefest of moments. With that the petite maiden stole a kiss from her husband’s lips, and then another to his jaw, in the most chaste of manners. (Lest it be labeled as PDA.) That done her hand falls away from his own warmly, a reassuring sort of smile taking hold of her lips.
“It is,” Saikeria agreed whole heartedly. Her hand setting upon the back of her chair before dropping more completely into place.
“You know, Julian, I don’t think you’ve told me you loved me yet today,” she teased in the lowest of voices. This accusation (While completely false.) Was accompanied by a purse to her soft lips, and a bat to her lashes.
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