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i've been waitin' for || [KEAGAN] Jul 22, 2014 3:47:44 GMT -8

Post by MAGNOLIA JOSEPHINE DUPREE on Jul 22, 2014 3:47:44 GMT -8

Mags needed a drink, but she knew she couldn’t have exactly what she wanted. At least, not yet. She hadn’t been entirely acclimated to her new situation since she had moved into the castle to teach, and she didn’t want to disrupt any patterns that she was forming. Hogwarts was a new and uncharted territory for the American vampire and she wasn’t about to screw up her new-found love for teaching because she couldn’t get a grip on her own needs. There couldn’t be drinking blood in the middle of the classroom, especially with all her students around. Alcohol would have to suffice. She slipped into the Hogshead Tavern and found herself a small open table near the center of the room. The candlelight was dim - not romantic in any sense of the word - but dingy.

Slipping her scarf from around her neck, she placed it delicately on the back of her chair and walked up to the bar to order. The bartender gave a nod in her direction and she cleared her throat with a delicate cough, “Vodka, on the rocks,” Entirely unladylike to be drinking such spirits, but she couldn’t help herself. Her voice seemed small in comparison to the booming baritone of the bartender’s laughter. Mags had to restrain herself from physically rolling her eyes. Always underestimated, She clenched her fists at her sides, making certain that he wouldn’t see her frustration.

“Are you even old enough to be in here, Missy?” He asked, cleaning out one of the smudged and foggy glasses that was on the counter.

? “Old enough.” Mags tried her hardest to keep her voice level, but the annoyance was obvious. Sometimes it was so difficult being older than everyone’s own grandparents. No one quite understood what it was like to live so long...she had seen dozens of people just like this barman...he was so insignificant when it came right down to it, “18 is legal here, ain’t it?” She managed a grin which earned her another laugh as he slid the glass across the bar in her direction. She nearly knocked over the gliding glassware, but caught it at the last second before it slid off of the bar completely. Reflexes were fast, but not as fast as they could’ve been if she had fed recently. Her eyes flashed a deep color as she concentrated on keeping her cool. She could feel the incisors in her mouth drawing out in a show of anger and she quickly turned her face, “Darn-” She breathed, steading the glass back against the wooded surface of the bar.

Calm your nerves, Magnolia. She scolded. It didn’t take long, but as soon as she was relatively calm, she pulled the glass off of the bar and wandered back to her seat. It wasn’t until that moment that she realized someone else had occupied her table, “Generally, personal effects indicate a table is occupied.” She said, placing her hand on the shoulder of the person now in her seat, “But I’ve always been one for meeting new people-” She seemed to lose her trail of thought when he turned around.

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i've been waitin' for || [KEAGAN] Jul 22, 2014 16:16:57 GMT -8

Post by KEAGAN CARLISLE PRICE on Jul 22, 2014 16:16:57 GMT -8

Keagan wasn’t usually one for drinking, especially on a school night but he made exceptions, and days where he had to work from 8am to 11pm was one of those days. The shop owner down the street at Tomes and Scrolls where he worked had come in at 11am to let him know he wasn’t feeling well and asked if Key could cover the shop for the whole day. Keagan wasn’t happy about it but his boss and never been anything but extremely nice to him so really how could he say no. He stayed, reading a multitude of different books in his down time. The shop was relatively busy but luckily it was not one of the busier days or Keagan may not have made it.

At eleven the shop was deserted so closing up was relatively painless, he performed the typical alarming spells and then locked the doors on his way out. He had started up the lawns to the castle when he saw the lights for the Hogshead Tavern were on, it wasn’t his favorite place in the world but the bartender was cool and it was typically relatively quiet. He got his usual (rum and coke) and headed to a back corner, pulling out his sketch book in the process. Keagan enjoyed drawing, he had become quite good at it over the years and bar patrons always provided interesting pieces to say the very least. He was working on a piece of the woman in the corner when the door opened, Keagan glanced in the direction of the door quickly and then back to his sketch pad before looking again. The girl who had just walked in was truly something to see. She was beautiful to put it simply, dark hair fell softly over her even darker eyes.

His eyes followed her causing him to drop his pen on the floor. He quickly turned and picked it up before catching the eye of the bartender, he pointed at the girl who was taking her scarf off. The bartender, Jim, just shrugged at him, he had no idea who she was which was odd because Jim knew everyone or damn near close. As she strode to the bar with purpose, Keagan quickly picked up his things, jamming his sketch book haphazardly into his bag and sat himself at her table. He had no idea what he was doing or what he would say when she returned but he sat quietly, enjoying his drink. Sitting with his back to her he wasn’t sure how he would know she was coming back, but luckily she spoke and gave him a slight warning. When she spoke a smile formed, know he knew what hed say. As she approached she placed a hand on his shoulder and he grinned, turning to see the beauty up close. As he turned she stopped speaking abruptly, he blushed slightly, never seeing someone actually go speechless, he didn’t have the arrogance to point that out so he just answered her. “I wish I could apologize but I’m really not sorry. So I guess I will just be glad I am new.” He smiled and then nodded at her. “Fellow American, always a pleasure. Keagan” He put his hand out to her and raised his eyebrows at his outstretched hand. He didn’t feel he was overstepping, not yet but Key had a knack for screwing this type of thing up. A real knack.

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i've been waitin' for || [KEAGAN] Jul 22, 2014 19:27:41 GMT -8

Post by MAGNOLIA JOSEPHINE DUPREE on Jul 22, 2014 19:27:41 GMT -8

For a few seconds, Magnolia found herself stunned completely senseless, which explained the lack of words that should have been coming out of her mouth at that precise moment. Normally so well-spoken and collected, it should have been Miss Dupree who was introducing herself. But instead, she was still trying to figure out why the boy drew a certain nostalgia for her past life from the murky corners of her brain. It was like looking into the past when here eyes settled on his face. The familiar curve of his jaw-line, the soft color of his eyes, the smile that played on his lips. It was easy to see the resemblance. Rosalind and Charles Price. Long ago, she had run in the same social circles as dear Rosalind and looking at the boy in front of her now was almost like looking at Charles on his wedding day to one of her dearest friends. Except for the fact that he seemed to have Ros’ sandy blonde hair. Merlin, how had a couple of muggles she had known so long ago suddenly appeared in the tavern in the form of a gentleman that was so...darling. Mags sifted through her thoughts, trying to figure out how this could be, “Charles-” They spoke names at the same time, but hers didn’t quite match up with the one that had fallen out of his lips. Keagan. She committed it to memory instantaneously, “Forgive me, I had it in my head that you were someone else.”

Of course he wasn’t her dearest friend from the past - her Prices had died many years ago, as had most of her childhood play-mates. One of the less-than-savory perks of her ‘new life’ as she so affectionately called it. He had to be a relative - perhaps a grandson - no, a great-grandson of some sort, “Can’t say that I’m particularly sorry that you chose my table, either-” Where as Charles had been all angles in his heyday, Keagan, as he had introduced himself, seemed to be chiseled edges and fine lines. He was like a carefully drawn statue. Genetics had done the Price family quite well - in more ways than one considering they had bred a magical offspring somewhere down the line. She noticed the blush on his cheeks - the blood rising to the upper layer of his skin as they stared one another down. She felt the prickle of her fangs against her lip and immediately ran her tongue across her top layer of teeth, almost as if she was trying to sand them back down, “Bless your heart, you don’t know how good it is to hear someone not end every sentence with those terribly British pet-names. Such a sound for sore ears. I was Georgia born and raised. Spent some time in Salem.” Mags breathed as she slid her drink onto the table, And Los Angeles, New York, Canada, as well as a few brief stints in Europe, but that was of no importance right now.

Ever so slowly, she slid her cool hand into his and gave a firm squeeze, “Magnolia.” She didn’t let go of his hand as she moved around the table and sat down in the chair directly across from him. Instead, she let their hands rest on the mahogany wood as she continued to stare at him, her mind moving a million thoughts every second. The resemblance was still startling, “You’ll forgive my crass choice in spirits, I trust? A mess of a week.” She looked up from under her eye lashes as she laughed ever so slightly, “What a woman you must think I am. And, what a gentleman I must think you are, sneaking up and taking a lady’s seat while she was away at the bar-” She ran her thumb over his knuckles before finally pulling her hand away and taking a small sip of her drink, “What can I do for you? Or are you just in the business of musical chairs?”

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i've been waitin' for || [KEAGAN] Jul 23, 2014 18:53:53 GMT -8

Post by KEAGAN CARLISLE PRICE on Jul 23, 2014 18:53:53 GMT -8

As Key spoke to introduce himself she spoke. Charles? Who in the hell was Charles? He was pretty sure she had thought he was someone else and she reinforced that in her next sentence, he shrugged it off without another thought, never connecting the coincidence to his great-great-grandfather. Typically what happens when you never got the chance to meet the man. Even more so why would any eighteen year old know a man who died nearly seventy years ago, so this connection went right over Keagan’s head. He shrugged it off and smiled. “Not a problem, I have that kind of face.” He rubbed through his slight scruff, much like most people took their time to make their hair look disheveled, Keagan trimmed his beard to look just scruffy enough.

He smiled and lowered his head quickly, trying to keep himself from blushing too much at her response about not being sorry. Key hadn’t expected that response, hoped for it of course but never anticipated it. He looked up at her through his hair and winked, before he could answer though she was thanking him for being American. It was wonderful to hear the lack of accent on her tongue, of course that wasn’t completely true as she had an amazing southern accent. A true southern belle.”It truly is annoying isn’t it love?” His accent was forced and sickening. As she finished speaking she ran her tongue over her teeth, giving him a glimpse of her pearly white teeth and drew more attention to her very full lips. “Salem? Did you go to school there? My mother wanted be to go there, stay home but Dumbledore sold my dad pretty easily” He watched her put her drink down and realized she would be joining him for more than a few seconds. This was turning into a great decision, he loved the Hogshead.

As her hand slid into his the first thing he noticed was the chill, her hand was like ice. Not surprising for a woman who had been holding her drink and was dainty to begin with. “Magnolia” He breathed her name as she spoke it, nodding along with her. He grip was tight and she used his hand to pivot around him and into the chair across from him, never letting go. He grinned as she asked his forgiveness, all the while still holding his hand. He chuckled to himself at her recognition of their poor etiquette. “God our parents would be ashamed especially of my poor manners, our little secret then?” He grinned at her, her beauty was truly astounding and he felt a small pang of disappointment as she released his hand to sip her drink. “While I am rather good at musical chairs, your scarf seemed rather lonely. I can go if you’d prefer to be left alone with your drink?”

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i've been waitin' for || [KEAGAN] Jul 23, 2014 19:32:33 GMT -8

Post by MAGNOLIA JOSEPHINE DUPREE on Jul 23, 2014 19:32:33 GMT -8

Magnolia was busy trying to figure out his age - the scruff on his chin made him seem older, but there was something so innocent in his eyes. Something that had caught her off guard. He couldn’t still be in Hogwarts - surely he would have looked younger. The problem with Mags’ ability to determine age was that she was so often in the presence of people that never aged a day that she had a hard time actually figuring out ages of humans. The thought made her smile, Twenty, she reasoned, finally. That was her final assessment of the situation. Ruggedly handsome; that was what she would call ‘that kind of face.’ It was as if he could have stepped out of the jungle. Or right out of a 40s talkie.

His fake accent was terrible, but sweet Mags would never tell him that to his face. Instead, she took his joke at face value and laughed, “Or my personal favorite, ‘I’ve to go to the loo - do you know where the queue is?’” She caught his eyes hovering over her mouth and immediately she slammed her lips closed. Although her incisors were completely retracted, she had felt exposed in that moment. It wasn’t an appearance that she ever let the public eye see. She may have been a vampire, but she was first and foremost a lady. And ladies certainly did not bare their very sharp and very deadly teeth in public, “The Institute there. It’s nice. Lacks the inevitable charm of the South that I prefer, but-” She shrugged her shoulders. She didn’t blame him for choosing Hogwarts over Salem - Mags had been all over and seen them all and if she could do it again, she would’ve picked Hogwarts, “Dumbledore’s got that way about him, doesn’t he? Surprisingly.” She agreed as she took another sip of her very strong drink and shook her head. It hadn’t taken much for him to convince her to take the teaching position despite the fact that it was the middle of March. A few words about the ‘testament of her character’ and her love of ‘the celestial bodies’ and Magnolia had been sold on Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Hearing her own name on his lips echoing hers sent a strange shiver down her spine. She was half-cocked to repeat it to see if the same thing happened again, but that was hardly appropriate. Her parents. It had been years since they had passed - Mags couldn’t even remember the year. What would they have thought of her now in the seventies? Surely they would have been less-than-impressed with the way her life had turned out. After all, no one quite anticipates that their daughter will run away and get herself shot and subsequently turned into a vampire during the Civil War, “You have no idea. Fortunately for you, I have years of practice keeping the deepest and darkest of secrets,” She put her drink back onto the table, fingertips returning to his still outstretched hands, they found knuckles as she traced circles around them absentmindedly, “My scarf!”

She had nearly forgotten about her lone article of clothing lying on the back of the chair. Mags realized then that he was offering to leave and she instinctively put her hand over his, still on the table, “Please, stay. Your company is preferable to the rest of the lot in here-” Nothing against them of course, she just got strange vibes every time she was in the Hogshead, “Anyway, we wouldn’t want my scarf to get lonely. And-” She tipped back the glass with her other hand and let the rest of the liquid trickle down, practically searing her throat, but momentarily satiating the thirst that always lurked there, “My drink is gone, so it looks like my scarf and I will need a different companion.”

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i've been waitin' for || [KEAGAN] Jul 29, 2014 17:25:43 GMT -8

Post by KEAGAN CARLISLE PRICE on Jul 29, 2014 17:25:43 GMT -8

Keagan couldn’t believe his luck, here he was on a slow night in the bar with the woman of his dreams. Hell she was even more beautiful than any dream he had ever had. Her voice was soft and her touch sent electric shocks throughout his body. All of this combined left him with just one question. What was the baggage? What was the catch? There had to be something wrong with her or something he hadn’t noticed. He used his peripheral vision to see if there were any sneering pure blooded slytherins who had set him up, but he didn’t see anyone. Somehow this all seemed to be a reality. Normally he got paranoid but right here, and right now he was going to ride with it.

She joined in on his joke and he laughed softly, grinning from ear to ear. He only got a quick glimpse of her smile before she seemed to slam the door in his face, causing him to set a new wish list for himself, to make this brunette smile again. She spoke of the lack of southern charm in Salem. “Ah well I never received that infamous southern hospitality in this castle either but it is one marvelous place” He looked out the window and could just catch a glance of the castle in the darkness, he took another sip of his drink as she spoke of Dumbledore. “I can only imagine the extent of his charm, all it took were three well placed sentences and my father was all but ready to sell me into slavery.”

As he teased her about their manners or rather the lack thereof, she took it in stride as she always seemed to. There were few who could match his wit and yet this brunette vixen seemed to, hell maybe she was even quicker with the flick of her tongue. It was a new experience for him but he liked it, he liked her a lot. His thoughts were quickly wiped away as her hand landed on his again, tracing circles across his knuckles. He teased her again, this time about leaving when she encased his hand in hers. “Well I will take that as a compliment, Ms. Danforth in the corner over there is quite the personality” The dull gray haired woman he had been drawing was twisting her straw in her drink for twenty minutes now. He chuckled to himself before grabbing his drink. He watched in amazement as she buried the rest of her drink, he winked at her before doing the same with him. He winced softly as he swallowed the rest of the rum. “What kind of man would I be if i turned down such a classy lady's offer” He turned softly, keeping hold of her hand with one hand and reaching for her scarf with the her. “For you” He held it out to her with a smile. “You’ve forgotten it once already, don’t want to take too many chances with it”

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i've been waitin' for || [KEAGAN] Jul 30, 2014 11:35:46 GMT -8

Post by MAGNOLIA JOSEPHINE DUPREE on Jul 30, 2014 11:35:46 GMT -8

Magnolia could see it in his eyes - the same look that most of the people that she encountered seemed to get after spending a few minutes with her. The trepidation of her existence that seemed to baffle them. What was wrong with her. In short, the very simple answer was that Magnolia Dupree was vampiric. The most deadly predator of all time because she was half human and half ravenous animal. Part of her wanted to tell him not to bother looking around for a sign that he was being played when the reality of the situation was that the player was directly in front of him. A siren in disguise.

“There’s a first time for everything.” She cooed in return. If someone could bring Southern Hospitality to the hallowed halls of Hogwarts, it was Mags Dupree. She was trained the art of airs and graces. As Keagan turned his head to glance at the castle and she had a chance to observe his jawline from another angle. He was just as handsome from the side as he was from the front. Slavery. The Civil War. It was strange the things that she remembered from her other life and how they tended to surprise her with their clarity even now, “You wouldn’t have lasted a day in slavery, sweet-heart. You’re much too handsome.” Her eyes glinted a certain violet color as she glanced to the bar, motioning for another round of drinks, “Let me guess the three sentences. One, ‘Your son will benefit largely from our prestigious institution.’ Two, ‘There is hardly a great wizard that doesn’t come out of Hogwarts!’ And three, ‘Merlin, dear man, I’m Dumbledore!’” Magnolia laughed softly as she tucked her hair away from her face.

She wasn’t surprised that he had taken the clue to finish his own alcohol, and as Mags reasoned, he would be drunk before she felt anything more than a dull drum in the back of her head. As she wrapped the scarf around her, her fingertips briefly rested on her neck, where she could still feel the scars of two pin pricks upon her skin. The bite marks. They had never quite faded, despite the passing of the years. She assumed that she would always have them, “To forget it again would be to tempt fate one too many times, I’d guess.” The warmth of his hand was spreading into the coolness of her own, both simultaneously searing her skin while creating a delicate balance of temperatures between the pair.

Had anyone seen them from afar, it would have appeared that they were long-standing lovers caught up in their own romance, not simply near strangers. Keagan. His name echoed in her head. As she looked up at him from under her dark lashes, her dark eyes met his as she smiled again. How very much she needed something stronger than alcohol, “You draw?” Her hand turned his to the side, revealing residual charcoal and lead on his otherwise flawless skin.

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i've been waitin' for || [KEAGAN] Jul 31, 2014 17:55:56 GMT -8

Post by KEAGAN CARLISLE PRICE on Jul 31, 2014 17:55:56 GMT -8

Keagan felt himself blushing before he could stop it, her offer for southern hospitality had been simple and yet it caused a stir in him. A reoccurring theme of this chance encounter and it pleased him deeply. He believed her at his deepest thought, she was a true southern belle but she had her own quirkiness about her that made her so damn unique. He grinned and nodded, trying to shake the embarrassing burning in his cheeks. “I’ve always been one for trying new things” He chuckled softly and took another sip of his drink. Her next sentence…well it was different. Keagan wasn’t exactly sure how to respond to that, it sounded like a compliment…an extremely odd and random compliment but one all the same. He wanted to respond with more than a smile when he caught the coloring of her eyes, he had assumed in the darkness that they were brown. Dark like her hair but they gleamed with a certain violet flavor, he had never seen anything so enchanting, ironic for a man who lives in an enchanted castle, performing enchantments and other enchanted things.

He smiled as she did her best guess of the three sentences which had convinced Keagan’s father. He shook his head with a laugh, his hand still in hers, she had no idea that he was muggleborn. Might as well destroy that fantasy now. “No, not even close actually” He laughed harder before continuing. “I grew up in the most muggle of all muggle houses. It was even simpler than that. Your son is a wizard. Yes a wizard. Would you like a magical jelly bean, just be careful for the Belly Button Lint flavor. My father found him hilarious, I was creeped out but there’s that something about him. You trust him. Without a second thought.” He shrugged it off as Jim arrived with their new drinks. He thanked him with a nod and handed the lady her drink, taking a sip of his fresh rum.

The chill of her hands had far from faded but it seemed his hands were at least making a dent, or perhaps they were just getting used to the cold. He rubbed them softly as if to warm her up though she didn’t seem cold, only felt that way. Her hands had only been removed for a second to accept her scarf and to wrap it around herself before they returned to his hands. This time she seemed intrigued by something, she reached for his hand and spun it softly to the side. When she asked her question she had smiled and he found himself entranced in its radiance, he nearly missed her question. He grinned and spoke strong. “I do, good eye, it’s my release, finding something or someone worth placing on paper and immortalizing that particular moment…for a minute or forever. Depending of course on my particular skills in the moment” He thought to his sketch book in his bag, the unfinished portrait of Ms. Danforth, alongside dozens of finished pieces. He was quite proud of his work and he felt himself getting more and more invested in projects. He loved it. It was his escape from the evils or the world, his way of leaving his mark.

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i've been waitin' for || [KEAGAN] Aug 1, 2014 18:58:26 GMT -8

Post by MAGNOLIA JOSEPHINE DUPREE on Aug 1, 2014 18:58:26 GMT -8

New. Oh the poor man had no idea just how new she was, bless his heart. Based on his reaction to her, he had no idea in the slightest that she wasn’t entirely human at all.

“Muggles are so fascinating, aren’t they!” She exclaimed as he spoke of his family. Thankfully the bartender was there with another drink and Mags quickly took hers and took a swig. The burning sensation was back, but the alcohol eased the ache. Absentmindedly, her hand returned to his warm one. Hearing him recount what the Headmaster had said to his father elicited a very breathy laugh from Magnolia’s lips, “I’m surprised he even warned you! I have to say, the vomit always gets me. I suppose that is entirely why they made it the same color as the cinnamon bean.” She managed to say through her laughter. He was right of course, she would trust the headmaster with her life - or anything else that she could trust him with, considering she was all but already dead, “There are just some people the trust and connection are instant, darlin’.”

It took her a moment to realize what he was doing - attempting to warm her by rubbing his calloused hands over her own petite ones. Magnolia raised her eyebrows rather curiously. How long had it been since someone had offered her the simple pleasantries of human existence. Someone noticing that you were chilly and offering to warm your hands. With his palm turned toward the ceiling, Mags was able to trace the pattern of the graphite across his skin, all the way up to his wrist where she found his pulse quite easily. The steady drum of his heartbeat underneath such a thin layer of skin. As the words left his lips, Magnolia wondered if that was what happened to her. As a vampire, the was sealed in her youth. She was physically the same person she was now that she had been over one hundred years ago. There was beauty in it all, but there was also the tormenting sense that she couldn’t change, “Beautiful.” She breathed, surprised that someone so young had managed to see something so contemplative in his art, “I think, if I had the chance to do it all again, I would pay more attention to the arts. They’re such a window to the soul. A picture in time.” She had all the time in the world, why not start now with the very enchanting Keagan Price?

Midway through her conscious existential crisis, Mags realized that she was staring at him with a certain frightening intensity; her dark eyes were fixated on his own grayish blue eyes. He was an intellectual, he understood things that other people did not, and for some reason, he reminded her of the boys of the Old South…only a bit more rugged. He seemed to understand her, something that had been severely lacking in her life ever since she had started going off alone and leaving Braylin for longer periods of time. She could feel her fangs underneath her skin, threatening to show themselves if she didn’t reign in the sudden hunger that seemed to have flooded her veins - hunger for the boy in front of her. But it wasn’t just his blood, it was his intellect, it was his understanding, “I have to say, you have me utterly intrigued, Mr. Price.” She managed with a rather strained half-smile.

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i've been waitin' for || [KEAGAN] Sept 14, 2014 19:52:43 GMT -8

Post by KEAGAN CARLISLE PRICE on Sept 14, 2014 19:52:43 GMT -8

Keagan smiled at her excitement of the muggle world, he had grown up there. Spent most of his life with a family that was completely lost when it came to magic and all the things that Keagan could do. The first time he had changed into his wolf form during parents weekend, he thought his mother would die of shock. His father thought it was amazing. Confusing of course, but a truly amazing feat. Eventually his mother came around and all but she would much rather hear him discuss the latest football scores than how his Quidditch game was coming along. He watched as his company took another long swig of his drink and he grinned. This girl could drink, Keagan wasn’t sure he was ready to even attempt to keep up with her. He took his drink and took a larger sip than he normally would. But he had to keep up, if for no other reason other then he was a man and it was his ego on the line.

“Luckily for me, I don’t enjoy cinnamon, so I’ve never taken that chance” He smiled and was truly thankful for his dislike for cinnamon, vomit flavored would be enough to drive him from ever trying another bean ever again. Her next sentence was loaded and Keag could feel that. Her hand still in his, he squeezed it playfully and smiled at her. “Yeah I’m starting to understand that...” He winked at her and took another swig of his drink, he knew he should probably slow down but Keagan was a glutton for punishment.

She tilted his hand and inspected the graphite on his hands, as he spoke of his love of his craft and why he loved it so, she followed along intently. Seeming to fall on his every word, when she spoke in response he felt his cheeks burn again, the red filling his face again. He nodded and smiled, before looking up at her again. “Why not now? Always a chance to do it again right here, right now before its too late” Of course someone could always pursue art, it was a matter of finding the time to create.

Her eyes seemed to be frozen on his own, like she was looking through him. Seeing into his soul, revealing his secrets and touching his heart. Keagan had always been one to wear his heart on his sleeve, leaving life open to blow him whichever way it wanted. She seemed almost pained as she looked at him though, as if she had been through so much already. He tilted his head towards her and grinned. “And here I was beginning to wonder if the intrigue was only one sided, which would have been quite unfortunate.” He finished his drink again and lay it back on the table, never breaking eye contact with the beautiful brunette. “Would you care to go for a walk?” He had to stop the drinking or he wouldn’t be able to walk straight and he wanted to be awake for this. No question about that.

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i've been waitin' for || [KEAGAN] Sept 24, 2014 6:28:28 GMT -8

Post by MAGNOLIA JOSEPHINE DUPREE on Sept 24, 2014 6:28:28 GMT -8

we've lost it all

& i am just a silhouette, a lifeless face you'll soon forget

It was seemingly different then other things that Magnolia had experienced in her life. Keagan, holding onto her hand from across the table, offering her glances of what she could only assume was sickening adoration…it was…nice. Mags had spent a lot of her time searching for the simplicity that seemed to sit directly in front of her. As he squeezed her hand, almost reassuringly, the smile on the corners of her lips grew. He trusted her. And she trusted him. It was her nature that she didn’t trust.

“Oh darling,” She laughed while tucking a piece of her dark hair back behind her ear. She had been about to make an excuse, but the truth of the matter was that he was right. Magnolia Dupree was gifted with the strange sense that she quite literally had time on her hands. She would not age, she would not die - save for an accident she hoped would never happen - but others around her would. There was something about him, something that made her want to start again and try it all over. But she wanted to do it with him…Her teeth perked up again as she thought about sealing the boy with her own fate as well. He could be youthful for the rest of his life. Live out his days in synonymous agelessness with Mags. He was blushing - the red blood rising to sanguine his cheeks and she felt a certain longing for that feeling. It was hardly the same when one was a vampire, “Right here, right now sounds awfully suggestive.” She had the ability to create, but it was something more monstrous than art, “I’m certain you wouldn’t oppose to teaching me some of your skills, Mr. Price.” She breathed, gazing at him from under her dark eyelashes.

Her dark eyes clouded as he spoke. He, too, felt the fascination. But how deep did it run? Would he bolt as soon as he knew the truth? Magnolia couldn’t imagine that a gentleman so in-tune with her feelings would simply run off when given the chance. No, he was more invested than that. She could see it in his eyes - in the way his pulse sped up every time she ran her fingertips over his knuckles and smiled at him. A walk? Was that wise? Magnolia pulled her hand back as she contemplated. She was out of control - but so was he! His every action was like a calling to her other side and yet…she couldn’t deny herself.

Reaching behind her, she picked up her scarf and swung it around her neck before holding out her hand to him again, “I would love nothing more, darlin’-“ She stood up ever so slowly, dragging out her actions with a sinuously down-tempo rhythm. She could see the alcohol already having an effect on him. You won’t take advantage of him, Magnolia. She reminded herself with a certain sternness that was not normally in her repertoire. No, he was too precious, too dear to be taken advantage of…at least, that was what she hoped.

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i've been waitin' for || [KEAGAN] Sept 26, 2014 17:22:27 GMT -8

Post by KEAGAN CARLISLE PRICE on Sept 26, 2014 17:22:27 GMT -8

Flattery came easy to Keagan, but in all honesty who wouldn’t find it easy when the person they were flattering was Ms. Magnolia…well she hadn’t said her last name just yet but the point is still valid. She was beautiful, intelligent and witty. Her southern drawl was adorable and Keagan was having a hard time keeping up with the conversation due to a combination of alcohol and all the little distractions he was finding in his company. When she spoke of him teaching her he smiled, though something seemed off. Had he mentioned his full name, he couldn’t remember giving his last name but perhaps he had. He was definitely sure that he had just one too many drinks, so maybe his memory was just failing him. But for some reason his mind seemed to be determined to remember when he had mentioned his full name. Her fingers rolled across his knuckles again and he could feel his heartbeat quicken, every single time she did it. He saw her smirk as it did and he couldn’t help but wonder if she knew. He laughed internally at the thought that she could hear his pulse. He grinned and spoke “Well of course, any way that I can be assistance to you and your art my dear”

As he mentioned a walk, she pulled her hands from his. That seemed like a bad thing, a bad sign that this night was about to come to an abrupt end. Well it had been fun while it lasted, perhaps he could still finish his drawing after she left him cold and sitting alone again. How could someone screw this up so quickly? Keagan knew the answer because it was him and he always managed to do it. Honestly he hadn’t even meant to advance whatever this was, he was just trying to avoid drinking any further. Mostly because his tolerance for alcohol was not what it had once been. As his mind continued to whirl she turned and reached for her scarf. Keagan was all but about to hang his hand when she extended her hand back to him. Well all that worry for nothing apparently.

He grinned to her and took her hand in his, tipping Jim on his way out, he led her back into the night. As he walked he could feel the effects of the alcohol, luckily they were not overwhelming, they were manageable. When they stepped outside, it was relatively cool for April. He took a deep breath, there was nothing quite like fresh air, especially after leaving a tavern. He kept his hand in hers as they walked, rolling his thumb along her hand. “So tell me something about yourself? Something no one knows.” He looked to her with a smirk and a raise of his eyebrows. He wanted to know all there was to know, she intrigued him so much.