Coven: Rising from the Ashes discussion

A quaint house that looks welcoming to the eyes and does not come off as sinister. A small front garden with an array of flowers and a descent sized back garden with a fence.

(view spoiler)[
◘Livingroom:

◘Kitchen:

◘Dining Room:


◘BEDROOMS:

**Orlaith's Bedroom:


**Myles' Bedroom:


**Thane's and Selene's Bedroom:
OFF LIMITS

◘Bathrooms:

**Bathroom 1:


**Bathroom 2:


◘Back Garden:
(hide spoiler)]

Stefan holds the groceries and opens the back door with his other arm and pulls out her moped. He smiles closing and locking hsi car doors and walking in, "Thanks..." He says kindly as he entered looking around, "Not too bad of a house. "It seems nice enough." He says with his usual chamring smile and aura. He couldn't help the aura he ahd no control after such an intense feeding.

Orlaith thanks him as he puts her moped back on the drive way, looking at her little vehicle like it was a little slice of heaven. She closed the door behind him and locked the door. Taking the groceries from him she lead him into the kitchen. After placing the food down she took off her jacket and put her bag down by the front door. "Thank you." She beamed as she walked back into the kitchen. "So... I haven't seen you around school before. Are you new by any chance?" She asked as she put an apron on as she started not he stew. "Oh what would you like to drink? We have juice, water, sodas, cordials..." She offered, taking out a chopping board and a knife.

Stefan smirks, "do you happen to have any Wine? Red or white....And I'm not really all that new, but Cordelia keeps me away from alot fo the students given many already have hormonal issues with puberty and all I guess it is int he best interest of the Coven to keep me away from others. You ave already seen that end result if I lose control." He says chrmingly sweet. As if death no longer bothered him nor killing innocents. "I am sorry by thee way that my driving scared you." He stands leanign against the doorframe tot eh kitchen watching ehr.

Orlaith gave him a sheepish look. "Well no not really. We having cooking wine though, I'm not sure if it will be any good but it is the closest thing to a drink we have." She told him. "Would you like some of that then?" She offered taking out a glass, kneeling down to rustle through the cupboard for the small box of cooking wine they had. She realised it probably was best toe separate him from others, but she found it sad to think of him being so lonely, not that she wasn't lonely herself, but at least she had her brother. "Well I have a sneaky feeling...." Pouring him some wine. ".. That you have a lot more strength and control in you than you think, you just have to want it." She murmured, handing him the glass. "Apologies, it might not be the best." She took out a pot and filled half of it with water. She turned to give him a sweet smile as she started chopping veggies. "That's ok." She chuckled. "You and my brother seem to be hungry for speed. Mind you he's not as fast as you but he's pretty close. Who knows you might become the next famous world race car driver." She grinned, chucking the carrots into the pan as she started on the onions. "So do you have any siblings?" Turning on her heal to plop the onions in the pan as well while the pot of water came to the boil.

Stefan laughs coldly, "If I do have siblings I don't know it. My father's main power was lust...so I am sure I have many powers. My mothher was a Siren and died when I was born. I was sent to the school when my father realized I'm an Incubus. I mean it is not much of one, but it is a life." He says holding the wine tightly in hsi grip as the clear cooking wine began to bubble violently and as if drops of blood were dripped into it it took on the colour of a red wine with a fine hold of alcohol givne the strong sent it had to be a good year. "That is why I said it didn't matter. Part of being a lsuful demonic warlock I can create drinks of desire and passion...Almost sad really to be cursed to bless so many with such romantic escapades."
He smirks swirling the red liquid and smellign it taking in the lvoely scent of a fine wine and then sipping it. "Aww yes... a fine French year of 1823." He smirks kindly. "Care for a sip?" He asks offring the glass to her. "It isn't strong...the good years are always sweet."

Orlaith listened to him patiently almost frowning at the fact he seemed so brittle towards his own family, but to be brought up with someone who didn't treat you like you wanted it was still sad. Not that her family life has been much better. She flinched at the blurry memory that assaulted her, causing her to grip the handle of the knife a little too hard. It took her a moment to catch her breath before offering a supportive smilie. "Never say never." She told him, chopping up some little tomatoes. She leaned in a little to take a sniff, but shook her head. "I'm not allowed alcohol, but thank you anyway, smells fruity though. Maybe you should be a wine conossiuer instead." She smiled, seeing the water was on the boil. Chopping a few more veg and cooking them for a bit she finally popped them in the pot of water. She then took out the chicken along with some spices along with some herbs. "So do you have a favourite food of any kind, even if it does nothing, surely you must have a favourite dessert or main meal that you like to indulge in sometimes."

Stefan frowns, "I haven't actually eaten real people food in almost six years. "He admits. "I mean when I was little I always enjoyed mexican food...but that was it. The mix of flavours with sweet and sour and spicy creates so much culture in one bite. I find such foods to be rather admirable." He admits charmingly. He sips the wine once mroe. He palys his finger over the seal of the glass as it hums a gnetle crystal tune. He didn't seem to notice he was doing it and it semed to make the air feel with an air of relaxation almsot like sensual arousal.

Orlaith smiled over with him. "Oh I love spicy foods, Mexican and Indian are two of my favourites when it comes to delicately balanced flavours in one meal. I think sponge cake with frost and jam in the middle is my favourite dessert." She told him as she punctures the chicken, shoving garlic and rosemary and thyme into the holes she had made before delicately placing the chicken into the boiling pot. It would slowly boil and cook to perfection. She gave a soft smile and washed her hands before she got herself a soda, popping open the can to take a well deserved sip. Thank goodness it was only four thirty. Three hours later and the meal would be ready. Putting in the finishing spices before placing the lid on the pot, lowering the temperature. "How about a game before dinner? Cards or chess maybe, I think we have checkers somewhere." She offered, leaning against the counter with a sigh.

Stefan smirks, "The only card games I play is strip poker...you would be safer with chess...more thinking and less seduction." He offers feeling she ahd no interest in having sex with him. As most would jump on the opportunity he was glad she wanted to stay friends. He really liked her personality and appearance, but he couldn't cause such pain for her. Stefan feared the broken heart...others more than his own.

Orlaith instinctively blushed and cleared her throat before taking a sip for some sort of distraction. Strip poker. She wondered how people could play such a bold game. She offered a smile with a shake of her head. "Ok. Checkers it is. I've forgotten where the chess board is and I have a feeling it is in my brothers room." She chuckled, taking off the apron. She grabbed her soda, stirring the pot before leading him into the living room. "If you want you can sit, relax and take your shoes off if it makes you more comfortable." She found he was becoming more and more interesting to get to know. Despite his downfalls he had sweet qualities about him, making him slightly adorable. "One moment." She disappeared and returned with the checkers board five minutes later. "Found it in the back of the linen cupboard." She placed it on the table along with her drink, taking a relaxing seat. She slipped her shoes off and crossed her legs under her. "What colour would you like to be. Red or black?" She asked. "Oh how about some nibbles while we play? We have nuts, chips, chocolate, dried fruit. Anything take your fancy?"

Stefan smirks, "Well...I have a bad habit to bring deat...which is black, but I m a hopless romantic as well...lets gow ith red...And nibbles? You pick...I'll wait for the main course." He says with his usual charmed smile hsi eyes glint red fora moment as his aura turns a light and faded pink. his eyes reflecting in a purplish colour. "I am rather excited to try your stew." He says plainly with a smile. "But note...should I be here too late your brother mgiht come in and get the wrong idea seieng me get comfortable...I just mean I am no fan of making myself comfortable unless I'll be recieving more physical comforts later on." He was very blunt and honest for a demon od deception he was very clear on each intention he held on a normal basis.

Orlaith smiled at he fact that he was looking on the lighter side of things instead of dwelling on his death bringing qualities. "Red it is. I'll have lack for being so mysterious." She joked, spinning the board around so he got the red side. "You start setting up the counters and I will go and us some nibbles." She hopped off the couch and gave a little stretch to relieve some tension. She blinked with a slight pink hue to her cheeks, bashful of his comment. "Well I hope you enjoy the stew." She told him, placing her hands on her hips. "You are my friend, my guest and if I say you can get comfortable, please do. My brother will just his very to deal with me later." She grinned. "One moment. Make yourself at home." She called over to him as she disappeared for nibbles. A couple minutes later she came back with a three connected sections bowl. One with healthy nuts, one with dried fruit and one with four cubes of chocolate. "Don't tell my brother, but I couldn't resist a small treat." She chuckled, placing it down on the table. She snuck a cube of chocolate and popped it in her mouth, letting it melt instead of chewing. "Great, you can start." She told him. "So do you have any favourite documentaries?" Unfortunately, the only movies and tv her brother ever watched were documentaries. After that they kind of ignored fictional videos.

Stefan smirks lighlty, "I have no real enjoyment out of movies or TV, but my subject of fascination is the French and German Inquisitions." He smiles kindly. He loved to learn all of the myths people devised that were more real than anyone could imagine. He slides on of his pieces and awiats er move looking at the dark chocolate cube and lightly grabbing it and palcing it on hsi togue loving the svoury flavor filled with a richness that could easily induce lust.

Orlaith nodded in understanding, she preferred books more than documentaries, not that documentaries weren't fun, but she loved imagination more than anything. She raised a brow as she sucked on the chocolate. "Really? I've only kind of read over them, but they are very interesting. I've been meaning to read them over again, but school keeps me too busy." She said sheepishly. People found it weird that her leisurely activities were just more homework, or to them it was homework. To her it was something to sink her teeth into. Tapping her lip in thought she debated her first of move before sliding her first counter out. "So... What is your favourite book then? I think my latest favourite was on atoms." She told hi m with a smile. "Oh and the new article on the new particle they discovered."

Stefan smirks, "Personally my fav. book of all time would have to be a sermon actually...'Sinners in the hands of an angry God' by Jonathan Edwards. I find t to be a truly rivetting piece as much so as the 'Scarlet Letter' and 'The house of the Seven Gables' and 'Gallows Hill' or even 'Dorcas Good: The Diary of a Salem Witch.' I find all to be perfect pieces describing the birth of this particular Coven." He explains haivng always delighted hismelf in history.

Orlaith raised a brow in surprise, having taken him for possibly the sort of person that might prefer a different type of book, but it was a nice surprise. It meant he had mo substance than she had guessed at. She smiled. "I do like the Scarlet Letter, she was brave. Also Dorcas Good is another good one. I haven't managed to read the other two, but I've heard of them, they look good." She told him, waiting for his next move while plotting her next move. "Do you like art? I do. Van Goth, Seurat, Vinci etc. although I'm not a fan of all the gore in some old paintings, with heads on platters and a lot of stabbing." She scrunched up her nose. "Oh you have to let me sketch you sometime. It would be great."

Stefan smirks as if holding a perverted sense of ehr menaing knowing she wold never mean it that way, unless she only viewed nudes as professional art. "Well...honestly I have done nude art before as the artist and the model...I am a person who takes the human form and makes something naked appear as perfection in all it's glory."He says smirking charmingly. "I have actually recently gone to local art studios where they pay models to udress and capture each frame as the body becomes mroe bare. I enjoy the old gore art, but only to the sense that it personifies demons and Hell...and the suffering of others...It is as if it speaks aloud to ones soul and you either feel the fear of the spectators wondering who is next or the joy and madness of the one causing the pain or even the pain itself. That sort of art speaks more firmly to me as if it truly held each emotion captured at the time. But nude art is my forte in inspiration. I have done couples and have been in couple shots even in photography. In fact I find my body more often than not in magizines with anothers face on it. When a model feels uncomfortable doing nudes they make them do the nude pic, but only post the positioning of it all perfect with my body and hteir face...it happens all the time in the art industry and nobody knows any better." He says knowing that was a secret to the modelling industry the public should never know, but hey it happens all the time.

Orlaith was blinking in more shock, he did art, he was art he might as well personify art with the way he was explaining it all. She dreamed of being in a precessional art studio, drawing all manners of life. She was an amateur at best but she couldn't help holding a passion for it. The different textures, tones, techniques. It was a day dream of hers, a little vacation she dreamed of doing, not that she was allowed to go too far from home, not with her indelible ink. She fisted the palm with the tattoo, feeling the burn of her nails. She gave him an inspired smile, one that spoke wonders. "I suppose I never thought of it that way..." She murmured, getting a flash of memory with her brother dressed in crimson. She frowned. "Well I think that is unfair. They take all the credit and you are just getting used. You should say something, stand up for your rights as an artist." She told him, sipping her soda, having finished her chocolate. "Mmm, but I'm not really one to draw posing people and purposely placed objects. I like to capture moments, moments that say a thousand words in one drawing. Like a child chasing a balloon or a homeless man drinking. I love the natural side of art. I managed to capture the sweet peek of romance in a couple who you could tell were wrapped up in each other but held secrets that only they knew about each other. It was magnificent." She gave him a long look, tilting her head to the side. "I'd like to capture you in the sun sometime...." In fact she would prefer to capture him with a natural, true happiness smile or even a laugh. Nothing fake, everything bare but at just the right moment that talked of his deep layers. She gave a mysterious smile. "Your move." She told him.

Stefan at last focuses back on the gaze becoming so entranced by her lips and eyes. "Oh yeah..."he moves agian blindlessly not paying atteniton he was an easy double take. "Um, yeah...I am not big on doing dressed art. I like feleing far more natural undressed. I find I can feel more myself without the mortal layers." He expresses plainly. He grabs the alst chocolate square but isntead of taking it he smiles sweetly and holds it from her face. He seemed like he would make a perfect boyfriend who is artistic, sensitive, fun-loving and a gentleman, but there was always the darkside that held him back from ever having a relationship.

Orlaith couldn't help but smiled at the dazed look on his face as he made his next move. She gave her own move some serious thought, leaning forward, lips pursed. She finally made her move and blinked in surprise at his offering. Smiling she delicately bit the cube in half. "You have the other half." Wanting to share more things with him. He was a lovely person despite his unfortunate gift, not that hers was great either, not that she can remember it either. "So you are more a nudist when it comes to art. I think that's lovely." She told him. He was taking the whole being bare thing a little seriously. You can be bare while fully clothed, she wondered if he knew it. "You move." She encouraged. "How about music, any favourites you like to listen to to pass the time, let you relax with?" She asked, relaxing further into the couch. Being away from school was definitely a bonus at the end of the day.

Stefan smirks as she takes and bite and rather adorably so places the other half on his tongue. He slides his piece forward. With her question he had to think hard. "I feel there are two meanings of bare art...the art that captures inner beauty in itself and the art that captures physical beauty. I personally am a nudist when it comes to art because sometimes you can capture a glorious moment filled with any emotion revealing the physical bareness as well as the emotional." He explains rather thoroughly. He was no joker when it came to the arts. Awaiting her move he ponders upon his favorite music. "I enjoy Adele and Enya...but I also love anything from the thirties and fifties. Even more so, however, I enjoy the common Beethoven and Bach with a number of various composers of the age." He says with his kind smile. "Personally I feel not only is art a way to read someone, but the deeper more subconscious levels of the mind can be expressed through music. For example if a person has a horrible love life and seems to show a love for the single life and yet holds more desire for broken-hearted love songs they clearly are trying to tell themselves something." He says palinly as if reading into her.

Orlaith smiled and was quite surprised when his thoughts on art moved past the physical and onto emotional. He was a true artist at heart, it kind of made her heart sing at the prospect of being able to talk with a fellow artist, even if he was more professional than she was. She leaned forward, chewing on her bottom lip in thought before making a move, thinking it was the right one as she slid her checker into place. "Oh I love all the classics, I couldn't choose a favourite because it's so hard and they are all unique and wonderful to cherish. I love the one that captures the seasons so well." She sighed sweetly. "Although I have to admit I haven't really listened to more modern music. I probably should try some before I criticise." She said sheepishly, checking the time. Just two hours to go before it was time for stew. "Your turn." She told him, wondering what he was insinuating in his last comment. "So do you live in school or do you live in a home as well?"

Stefan laughs coldly, "I live at the school..if you cna call that living. Cordelia has made it very clear to me that her and the council feel that I am a danger to the public and haivng a hoem of my own could only allow me to give into my pwoers even mroe so." He says as if he were half hurt and half enraged. He skips a piece of Orla's and removes it form the board. "I mean I jsut feel that they could at least trust me enough not to kill another witch or warlock, but what is a humans life...they pop up everyday.

Orlaith nodded in understanding, seeing the side in which Cordelia was concerned about, but then she could also recognise why he was so frustrated. She didn't think she could stay in school twenty four seven, not with the flack she got from others. She scrunched her nose when he got her counter, seeing an opening. She managed to hop two of his counters and takes them from the board. Her kind eyes hardened at his flippant remark about life. She could have sworn her mark throbbed but ignored it as she grasped her knees with irritation. "A human is no less important than a witch or warlock." She couldn't conjure and inch of magic, but she didn't understand what witches and warlocks had against humans. They may not have magic but their were still extraordinary beings. Sure there was history of humans cruel acts towards their kind but it didn't mean that witches should stoop to their level. Death just conjured more death. One of them had to stop at some point for things to work out.

Stefan simply snickers at her comment, "I'm sorry, but as far as i'm concerned if humans have the right to create genocide upon our kind then I feel it is our time to step up and claim the throne maybe create an empire geater than the Romans with sheer power. The humans too weak to handle our might will fall those too weak to fighht willl simply give into our rule and accept we are the Supreme beings...why else would we ave a Supreme while they have minor leaders spreading out the rule?" He explains his eyes turnign nearly red.

Orlaith dug her nails into her knees, eyes flashing briefly with pent up anger. It was people who thought like that, that had her beaten, spat on and hurt almost everyday, the home her only escape. It was people who sought power as the sole purpose of life that had her crying for both sides. "So would you kill me for being a weak and useless being? Would you throw me to the dogs? Would you consider me something to step all over just because of who and what I am? After all our talk, our starting bond, would you have the guts to kill me because I have no power, because I am lowly?" She murmured, voice tight with restraint. She only had so much patience.

Stefan frowns, "You are not one of those peasants...you have untapped potential. I could never urt you...you are apart of the coven and even more so my friend...my first and probably my last. I hate humans andtheir mortal minds. We are at teh top of the foodchain...even if you have no powers you have magic in you I could never see you hurt." He promises. He could not explain his attraction to her, but it was beyond sexual.

Orlaith still felt utterly wounded. She wasn't human but she wasn't a witch either, not with her set back. Strangely she felt her heart clench at the fact he had called her friend, but he had also just called her a peasant. No matter how people looked at it she was in limbo between both worlds. She took deep calming breaths. If she got any angrier she'd go dark and she didn't want that, anything but that torture. "Yes it is true I have magic in me. But it still means I'm on equal level with these so called 'lowly mortals'. In fact I can't remember the last time magic ever brought me happiness. I ... I feel heart broken for both humans and witches. It is sad to watch when you are sitting in the middle of it all, knowing you are neither and both. We are simply evolved humans."

Stefan sits up formt eh floor and kneels beside of her, "you're right...I apologize." He says palinly, "but I can think of at least one occassion that magic did bring you happiness." He says with hsi sly smile. Snapping his fingers the flames of the firepalce come to life with no wood. The air fills witha sweet aroma of chocolate and roses. Suddenly dark red petals begin to fall formt eh cieling from thin air. As each petal reaches the ground it becomes full blossom with no stem. Stefan catches a petal and full rose with stem and no thornes forms in hsi hand. He hands it to her only slightly hodling it before her so she would have to lean down slightly to his level to take it.

Orlaith watched hi m as he came over, game clearly over. She shook her head before she blinked in confusion at his words, wondering what he meant. "I don't under-" Her words being cut off by the sudden change in atmosphere. The sweet enticing scent made her feel that little but calmer as she stared up in sweet awe of the sight she captured. She hadn't seen anything conjured like this before, all she ever saw was the brutally magic brought. Her eyes glistened, her emotions doing a hard u turn. She gave a broken laugh, sniffling a little. "It's ...." Her words left her when he caught a petal, watching in fascination as it shimmered and changed. She gave him a small smile, trying hard to hide it as she leaned over to take the rose. "...lovely." She murmured softly, blinking to get rid of unshed tears. Her emotions had gotten the better of her and she knew she had to reel them back in.

Stefan pulls hsi hand back only slightly so she ahd to reach a bit mroe setting up now eye level with ehr his other hand gently cups her cheek and moves her face to his slowly staring deep into ehr eyes witha small kiss that felt like lasted hours but at the most only ten seconds. He pulls back and smirks charmingly as he gives the rose to her.

Orlaith was caught off guard by his next move, eyes wide when she felt a warm hand on her cheek but what threw her for a loop was the delicate kiss. The kiss that had tingles rushing from her head to her toes, her cheeks turning a bright pink when he pulled away, having to remember to open her eyes as she took the rose he offered, dumbly hiding her blushing face behind the delicate bloom. She couldn't believe she'd kissed him, her first kiss and it was one of her new friends. Her mind was scrambling from one thought to another, having to calm herself for an entirely different reason. She peeked at him from behind the rose. "Th-Thank you." She murmured, her words having fled. "I-I..., it's....um...flower is ...." Logic wouldn't lend her a helping hand at the moment.

Stefan smiles his own blush forming, "Sorry...I jsut couldn't stand seeing you stressed. I figured ther was only one other way to calm you and that would be my kiss of death..." He tries joking as if the kiss was nothing to him,but deep down it was everything to him. He felt such a connection to the girl he could not fully express hismelf, but clearly a lot better than she was doing.
Stefan looks into her gorgeous eyes..."Um...your food..." he says grabbignhsi wine glass and taking the rest down. "I think it is finished."

Orlaith spotted a hint of pink on his cheeks and could only blush harder at the added comment. She was a pink mess around him at the moment. Why did something so small, so sweet have to be so lovely and warming? She couldn't help but smile at his little comment, her anger doused thoroughly, grateful for that fact. Blinking a couple of times, her mind latched onto the spark of logical thinking and stared over at the clock, seeing it had already been three hours. "Right! The stew, taking a breath in the hope it would erase her blush as she clutched the rose. "Thank you again." She told him with a smile, clearing her throat softly. "Let's go get something to eat. I hope it tastes ok." She told him, gently slipping around him to lead him into the kitchen. She picked up the lid and a mouth watering aroma leaked out. "Yes, it's done." She put the lid back on, going over to grab some bowls from the cupboard. After ladling stew into bowls she lead him into the dinning room. "Enjoy, hopefully. Do you want some more of the cooking wine or something else maybe?" Hoping her face wasn't so red now, still clutching the rose.

((sorry had to eat dinner and put kids to bed.))

Stefan downs his head rubbing the back of his neck and biting his bottom lip lightly, "Sorry...um...it doesn't matter pour me anything." He says handing her the wine glass. He looksat the food frowning this was all new to him and it was jsut one thing after the other. Maybe one day he would find somebody he is in love with and make love isntead of jsut having a quick one night stand or a last night stand for amny girls.
"It looks delecious...I hope my digestive system still works. "He says awkwardly stillbiting his lip and rubbing hsi neck.

Orlaith smiled, seeing he was acting a little less than his confident self and wondered if he had felt the same thing to for a brief moment before trying to distract herself again. She poured him a little more of the cooking wine they had and came back to hand it to him. She gave a little chuckle, having thought his next comment might of been a small joke. She gave him an encouraging smile right after. "You'll be fine. Just eat what you want and I hope it tastes ok." She told him, taking her seat. She offered him some bread to dip into his soup. "Bon appetite." She smiled, taking a slice of bread for herself as well.

He nods his head to her with a tilt of his glass. "Merci." He says trying to regain his form. Taking the bread cautiously and dipping it in. Taking a small bite of the now soggy bread tipped with the broth he chews slowly and swallows, "Wow...it taste really good." He says taking a spoon and diggin in quicklty before he even had the chance to sit down he was finsihed. "That was really good." He turns the wine into red wine again and downs it all. "Wow...perfect." He smiles chamringly, "You should work as a chef." He compliments her so sweetly as he glances back tot he living room seeing the petals were still falling the floor was nothing but rose buds now.

Orlaith watched with nervous anticipation for once as Stephan tasted the broth. She didn't even realise she was holding her breath until he smiled and dug into the brother like there was no tomorrow. It made her smile to know he actually liked it and was enjoying it. "I'm glad. Your welcome to have as much as you like." She told him, taking a bite of the broth for herself. "If you want I can get seconds for you with melted cheese in it." She offered, glad for the warmth and nourishment. Looking a little bashful she shook her head. "I don't think the food I cook is up to a chefs standards, but thank you." Noticing the looking he gave the living room, which only made her blush at the memory it conjured, still thinking the sight had been breath taking. "Would you care for seconds and a refill?"

"Just a refill thanks...I don't want to over do myself." He admits. Handing her the glass. "I really like dit though...thanks." He says having forgottn their heated conversation and wa sonly focused on how beautiful she would be bare. He imagined something sensual and nothing lustful so much as erotically sensual. He loved how she looekd and felt he could bein her presence forever.

Orlaith smiled and got up, delicately whipping her mouth with a napkin before going to get him another refill. She came back a moment later and handed him the wine. She took a seat and dug into her meal, enjoying the flavour and the heat. "I'm glad." Sipping her soda she noticed he was staring at her quite intensely, which made her blush wondering if she hadn't whipped her mouth enough. "Have I got something on my face?" She asked, taking up the napkin to whipe up anything she'd missed. They way he was looking at her made her instinctively look to the living room, pink staining her cheeks, before she stared down at her bowl, finally managing to look back up at him again. "Did I miss something?"

Stefan smiles so charmingly, "No you look beautiful." He adds a light blush on his own cheeks. "Sorry, for staring, but...never mind." He says dismissing what he wanted to say aloud. "So I suppose it best to leave soon before your brother gets home, huh?" He asks kindly.

Orlaith seriously blushed at his compliment, not really expecting such a nice word from him. She placed her napkin down and finished off the last of her meal, sighing with satisfaction. She looked at the clock and realised it was getting pretty late even for her brother. "I suppose... In fact I'm surprised he's not home yet. Maybe he's just working late." She murmured, taking their bowls and cutlery to the kitchen to wash up. "I don't want to keep you too late. I know there is mostly likely a dead line for lights out at the school. I don't want to get you into trouble." She told him over her shoulder, rinsing the bowls out.

Stefan nods, "Yeah there is, but I managed to sneak out today anyway...no one knows I'm not there, few even no I exist." He says bluntly. "I wouldn't want to leave you here alone, maybe I should stay for a bit if you would like until your brother does get home. This isn't a safe time of day anyway...even for clsoed doors." He admits kindly. He wasn't going to intrude, but he really liked this girl.

Orlaith gave him a look that said he shouldn't be so quick to judge. "You know if you keep hiding and isolating yourself then of course people aren't going to notice you." She told him as she started scrubbing the bowls clean. She on the other hand wouldn't mind going unnoticed by the school body. She looked at the time and frowned slightly, getting a little worried that her brother wasn't home yet. She'd have to leave him a text just to make sure he was ok. "Well ... " She wasn't sure whether or not she wanted to be alone in the big empty house. She didn't like to be alone with her broken memories. "Only if you don't mind. But I really don't want you to get in trouble." Putting the bowls on the rack to dry she whipped her hands and turned to face him. "So just tell me when you really must go and in the meantime we can continue with our game while having a little dessert. "We have some left over cheesecake if you'd like any or if you'd prefer we have some more chocolate." She smiled.

stefan smirks walking over to her making ehr look up at him he leans downs lightly and holds her chin in hsi thumb, "how about you?" He says palyfully smiling as he leans down and gently kisses her lips gently opening his with hers and and teasing her with his tongue before pulling back slowly on her bottom lip not with hsi teeth but his own lips. He lvoed the taste. "You seem sweet enough."

Orlaith instinctively took a step back, but was stopped by the counter, eyes wide with surprise at their close proximity, which had her body on edge. "Me-" She went bright red in shock as he kissed her, her hands instinctively gripping the counter as she melted sweetly beneath the delicate assault, eyes dropping closed. Those heady tingles rushed back in applause of his move, causing her to softly sigh into the kiss, blinking up at him in a daze. She wasn't sure what just happened but she knew her face felt like it was on fire and hoped he didn't notice. Words escaped her, her lips still replaying the kiss. She couldn't believe the only things running through her messy thoughts were how rich he tasted a moment ago. Nervously she bit her bottom lip. "Th-Thank you..." She whispered, dipping her head so he couldn't see her burning face. She had no idea how to form a sentence right now, let alone a reply. She felt stupidly childish, but she couldn't deny that she liked it.

Stefan smirks, "Why are you so bashful? Did I do something wrong?" He asks feeling like he wasn't a good kisser, which was odd given he always felt he was a great kisser. Everyone loved it when he layed iwth them naked and jsut kissed them, but naturally when that happened it was with people he had noc are for and would suck away their soul energy.
Looking ehr over for a moment. "You look perfect and yet you seem to always hide yourself. Why? Just ebcuase you can't find your pwoers doesn't eman you should hide, jsut becuase you feel you aren't good enough doesn't mean you should hide form what you want. I can't explain it, but it's true as I said earlier...jsut never mind..." He says palinly not desiring to express it any further once more.

Orlaith clenched the counter top a little harder, knowing that she was being stupid, but it wasn't every this kind of thing happened to her. She felt like someone who the girls always seemed to gossip about out of horrible fiction movies. When he brought up powers and self esteem she felt a small pip of irritation. "It's not that!" She murmured, attempting to lift her gaze without looking like one of those girls she saw at school who'd always scream as a guy went passed. "It's just...it's just that I've, you are ... " She cupped her cheeks with her now cold hands, just able to meet his gaze. "This has never happened to me before! It's stupid and silly, but you are my first kiss and I'm certainly not the sort that guys just go around kissing out of the blue and I can't stop blushing and I can't seem to think properly, this is all new to me. I-" She rushed, groaning at her own words, now just sweetly embarrassed. "S-Sorry." Dipping her head back down.

Stefan downs his own head now. "Yeah...sorry...truthfully what I was trying to avoid saying was the fact that I really like you and I fele a connection a drawing to you like no other. It is more than your soulenergy that I want...I jsut want your presence. I can't explain it, but it is like an unexplainable attraction. You aren't like other girls and honestly I really want you....but wait? I was your first kiss? Really? I mean...you seemed to move okay wit your kiss...but I guess that was all me...SOrry, but it didn't fele liek your first to me. It felt perfected." He was spekaing hoenstly now and had that all of fhsi chest. He was tired of saying enver mind when he felt he was getting to ahead of hismelf, but now he decided to tell ehr he felt even more mebarrassed, "MAybe I shoudl jsut go...I mean clearly I'm making us both uncomfortable by tlaking and kissing." e says turnign form her.