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Post by Rafael Ramón de Leon on Jul 17, 2014 3:53:36 GMT -6
WORD COUNT [ 265 ]
MOOD [ sigh ]
OUTFIT [ click! ]
MUSIC [ God Thinks by Voltaire ]
TAG [ Aleena Leatherby ]
NOTES [ i know i know this is bad and short and i'm so so sorry i just wanted to get a post out for you i'm so sorry ] | When Aleena shot him with that grin, Rafael couldn't help but smile once more.
He didn't know what it was about the Plus that made him feel so... warm. Perhaps it was that laugh of hers. Perhaps it was how protective, how loyal she was; it was hard to find loyalty like that, not even with a “these days” tacked on. It had always been hard to find loyalty like hers, especially from hired hands. Perhaps, he thought, it was the fact that she reminded him so much of his fiery little Maria, whom he had dwarfed, though Aleena now “dwarfed” him by technicality. Or maybe it was the fact that she was his Thrall, and humans sharing in vampire blood had influenced warmth from both parties of the pact for centuries.
Whatever it was, it had him nodding along to what she said, agreeing with her even while he was only half-listening. He motioned his hand – the signal that she was allowed to push him. He wasn't fond of being pushed, but he knew she liked to feel helpful, and he obliged her whatever she wanted so long as it didn't hurt anything.
Of course, after everything calmed completely, he remembered why, exactly, he'd wanted coffee in the first place. Rafael had to stop himself from snapping at her; he didn't want to ruin this good mood she'd been put in. Someone had to be happy enough for the both of them.
The Cuban sighed, reaching up to rub at his temples. “I found your new artwork, by the way.”
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Post by Aleena Leatherby on Jul 17, 2014 22:08:06 GMT -6
As soon as he waved, Aleena brightened. She enjoyed helping her vampire, though whether or not he really cared for it was a different story. Rafael was a very independent man, and he had earned his independence, through years of blood and sweat and anger. He deserved the right to be able to go where he wanted, and he deserved the chance to lead himself there. But what he deserved and what he wanted didn't ebb her desire to help.
That was what she was there for, after all. That was the point of a thrall: to help her vampire.
In her throat, the chorus of It's a Small World began to hum up, before she could stop it. That was her thing, really; she hummed and sang Disney Songs to make the world easier. That was what both she and Rafael had discovered not to long ago. After being overwhelmed by the Council, nearly strangling Cromwell and punching Rafael, her vampire had taken her to be tested. Now she had headphones for such occasions -- headphones connected to an iPod filled with the latest Disney craze.
It was quite an amusing sight to see, really. While all the vampires were chatting about the latest news, about death and blood and who was going to bring what to the company potluck, she would listen to Mulan and Cinderella and Tiana. She would lean against Rafael as he spoke, purring while his fingers ran through her hair. He was as much her rock as she was his, and she loved that. She wanted to be his rock. She wanted to be able to help him, even though they both knew he could take care of himself.
That was why she pushed him to the table and settled him in a spot, locking his wheels and finding her own seat. Aleena reached up to push the hair out of her face, beaming brightly.
"Did you like it?"
WORDS ;; 322 ;; THOUGHTS ;; Baker Aleena is Sarcastic and Bakey ;; TAGGED ;; Rafael Ramón de Leon ;; MUSIC ;; Twisted ;; OUTFIT ;; [ Click! ] ;; OUTFIT ;; joan by heather dale ;;
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Post by Rafael Ramón de Leon on Aug 10, 2014 17:56:51 GMT -6
WORD COUNT [ 541 ]
MOOD [ contemplative ]
OUTFIT [ click! ]
MUSIC [ I Can Make You A Man from the Rocky Horror Show ]
TAG [ Aleena Leatherby ]
NOTES [ feel free to wrap it up if you want or keep it going if you think we should! ] | “No.” As soon as the word moved past his lips, Rafael knew it was far too blunt of him to say. The Cuban gave a sigh, fidgeting just a bit. “I mean... I wasn't a fan of the placement. I gave you a warehouse for a reason. But... the artwork was nice.” After a moment's thought, he added, “The glitter was a nice touch.”
Rafael Ramón Hernandez de Leon was not a good man. He was hardly even a nice man – and yes, there was a distinct difference between the two. He was not the man the council let talk to the public, probably because he would tell things just as they were and be a general asshole about it. He knew that. He was so much better at being behind the scenes, where no one would talk to him or even catch more than a glimpse of his pretty face in a group line up.
Despite all of this, there was something about Aleena that kept him from being the absolute meanest that he could be. He felt the need to curb his words for her, to make sure that everything he said was round and soft, with not a hard, sharp edge in sight. He couldn't be harsh to her; he couldn't even be snippy without feeling guilty.
The Cuban vampire played his fingers along the edge of the table, falling into deep contemplation. Maybe it was just because he had a soft spot for things society saw as “broken and busted”, like himself. He'd started his small “collection” with Devyn. His fellow councilman exhibited symptoms of ADHD, and literally couldn't see anything without his glasses, and so it wasn't long after Raf was pulled on the council that he had taken the blonde under his wing. He wrote notes to Devyn during meetings to keep him up to snuff with goings-on, and the rest of the council had eventually learned to ignore the sounds of pencils scratching across paper every time something important was said.
And Aleena... Aleena was a dear. Rafael had taken her to be diagnosed himself, and, lo and behold, she had Autism that had somehow gone unnoticed all her life. It had been his idea to get her the headphones, and he had given her an outlet for her painting via an unused warehouse, as well as an outlet for baking in her little shop, the Puzzle Piece.
But was it only because he wanted to make sure she was taken care of? Was that really the only thing going on, there? Surely, the thralldom had something to do with it – thralls and vampires shared a bond from the moment they blooded one another, to make sure both kept each other safe. But... He felt like that wasn't quite it?
By God, was he developing feelings for her?
Rafael snapped himself out of it, knowing his silence would perturb her. “I... I think I will take one of those mochas, actually,” he finally said. “And... one of the cake pops. Get yourself one, too.” He reached into his pocket, offering his wallet out to her. “In fact, get whatever you like. You earned it.”
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Post by Aleena Leatherby on Aug 20, 2014 21:18:45 GMT -6
"No."
And then Aleena's heart sank. Her mouth opened ever-so-slightly, then immediately closed. She looked away, her eyes falling to the table, where her fingers fiddled and played with each other. She had only done what she had to make him happy, but apparently that had backfired on her. All her plans always backfired on her. From the paint in his room to the glitter in his suit, Rafael had never been pleased with her efforts. If anything, he only ever seemed annoyed.
Shifting in her seat, Aleena eventually stood, mumbling an excuse for the bathroom, when Rafael continued in his explanation. A small smile curved her the corner of her mouth ever so slightly, but then it disappeared. He didn't have to pretend around her; Aleena knew every little lie that passed his lips. She had come to know him so well over the past few months that it was almost surprising that he even bothered to lie anymore. They both knew it was fruitless. The woman took his wallet, nodding once, then turned to the counter.
"One mocha and a couple of cake pops, please."
Money and goods were exchanged, and then Aleena was back at their table. She offered Rafael his mocha and split the cake pops between them before settling to nibble on her treat. It was a good distraction, this sugary rush. She needed to get her mind off of what she had done, and sugar seemed to be the perfect distraction. Well, the perfect distraction would be art, or baking. But this would do in such a situation.
WORDS ;; 282 ;; THOUGHTS ;; Aleena is no longer happy. ;; TAGGED ;; Rafael Ramón de Leon ;; MUSIC ;; Jekyll & Hyde ;; OUTFIT ;; [ Click! ] ;; CREDIT ;; joan by heather dale ;;
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