Brigitte Clara Deleon: Brigitte is sprawled out on the bed, staring at the window. Bored look about her. Her long legs dangle off the side, kicking lazily.

William Halloran: Heavy footsteps sound their way down the hall. William Halloran is many things. Stealthy is not one of them...especially when the floorboards got a touched warped from an impromptu internal storm, and the hotel management hasn't fixed it yet. A knock on the door sounds, to announce his arrival in case the footsteps haven't, and he opens the door, stepping in with a couple grocery bags. "Hey. Uh, I'm back." He smiles a little to her as he shuts the door behind him.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: Brigitte sits up slowly with a soft smile to the man "Oh, good. I was beginning to worry, love." She stands and meanders over toward the man with a playful look about her. "What did you bring me?"

William Halloran: He blushes a little bit and moves tot he table, setting the bags down and drawing stuff out. Bottle of Skyy, of course, and the Jager...anything else they've needed to replenish. A couple of cartons of cigarettes...and at the bottom, take-out food. He sets it all on the table. "Figured ya might be hungry." His hand dips into the other bag as he sets the empty one away.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She peers down curiously with a soft grin. "Mmmmm.. you're too good to me, love." She leans up to give the man's shoulder a kiss.

William Halloran: He smiles a little, his head ducking, and he draws out a little box. "Someone's gotta take care-a ya. Figure the job's fallen on me, an' I really don't mind." He hands it to her, after a moment's hesitation.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She offers a sweet smile and takes the little box in her hand. She slowly opens the thing, insanely curious.

William Halloran: Inside's a sterling silver and cubic zirconia bracelet. Not incredibly expensive, but not gaudy, either...as long as you're a fan of zirconia, at least. ((http://www.overstock.com/cgi-bin/d2.cgi?page=proframe&prod_id=524055))

William looks at the ground, shrugging a little bit. "Couldn't quite afford it...y'know. Last Tuesday. SO I had ta wait."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She looks down at the thing with a soft smile. She pulls it out and slips it around her wrist extending her arm to William to have him fasten it for her. "Oh William it's lovely. Thank you."

William Halloran: He reaches down and fumbles a little, trying to get it fastened. "Yer welcome, Ouestucati." It takes a couple attempts, before he snaps the thing into place. "Just...wanted ta do somethin' nice for ya. Ya deserve it...somethin' nice."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She fluidly pulls the man down into a kiss. She smiles. "I love you William. I don't deserve a man as good as you."

William Halloran: He leans down into the kiss, his ruined cheek darkened red with a heavy flush. "Naah. Ya deserve everything good. I just try to make sure that ya can get it, s'all."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: Brigitte sits down at the table and starts poking through the take out. She lets a moment pass before speaking. "I've been wanting to give you something very special as well, love. Have you given any more thought to my offer?"

William Halloran: He thinks about it for a long moment, watching her. Much as he loves her and is devoted to her, he's not making a blind decision here. He thinks about it for a long moment, before he nods. "Yeah...yeah, I have."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She looks up with a strikingly innocent smile. Loving and sweet. "Care to share your thoughts, love. I'm anxious to know what you're feeling."

William Halloran: He leans back against the table with a creak, lips even, mismatched eyes contemplative. "I...I wanna be able to help people more. Wanna be able to protect 'em. Protect the people that matter to me." He says it as he watches her, the one person who fits on that list higher then anyone. "Ain't want another Smithy...another Ita, or another one like...my mom." He lifts a hand to run it through his hair, taking a deep breath and letting it out with just a touch of shaking in it. "If ya can help me do that...help me protect ya...then yeh. Yeh, I'm in. Gladly."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: Her smile widens and she fluidly pushes herself up and slides around toward willaim, wrapping her arms around his waist. "Fabulous, my love. And.. what exactly do you think you need to better about yourself.. to do what you mean to accomplish? Would you like the ability to sense the unseen? I know that's something that's been picking at you since the beginning.. the fact that things like me.. and otherwise.. have been right under your nose, without you being able to tell they're there."

William Halloran: He nods a little, considering that. "Yeh...that's kinda bugged me. Been surrounded by these kindsa...people...for so long, an' I ain't known shit. Makes me wonder what else I seen, but ain't known I seen. If I'd known, maybe..." He shrugs, eyes on the carpet. "Maybe I coulda stopped shit from happenin'...or maybe if I'd noticed more. Seen shit...I dunno." He looks up to her.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She gives a tiny nod, leaning weakly against the man. "Mmm.. alright, love. What would you consider your biggest weakness to be? Something you'd like to change or enhance."

William Halloran: "I..." He frowns, arms folding over his chest as he thinks. "I can't fuckin' seem to get people to back off. I dunno what it is, but I try to cool people off, an' they just laugh at me. An' I miss shit all the time, like I said. People get a lotta shit by me. Can't protect people if I can't see it comin'."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She runs a delicate hand over the man's arm smiling softly upward. "Hmm... I'm pretty sure I can work these out for you, love. So if I'm understanding.. you want to be more aware of your surroundings.. regarding both the seen and the unseen.. and have the capacity to make people back off by verbal means, yes?"

William Halloran: He nods a little bit, smiling at the light touch. "Yeah. Not that I won't back it up if they won't back down...but better to scare people off sometimes'n beat 'em off, y'know?"

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She smirks, considering making a coy comment about his wording.. but decides against it. He means well. "So we have a deal, then? I'll grant you the things I just outlined.. if you'll join me in a pact forged by love and trust."

William Halloran: He smiles a little, tempered by the seriousness of the moment, and nods. "I will, Ouestucati. Yeah."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She gently pulls the man down into another lingering kiss. Sealing the deal as it were.

William Halloran: He bends down, slowly, eyes shutting, and gives into the kiss, large hands coming to rest on her sides. Accepting her offer mind, body, and soul.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She gives the man a frail hug before moving over to fetch two glasses. "Are you going to be there for the opening night of Sanctuary, love?"

William Halloran: He straightens up, looking around and blinking a bit. Things are clearer to him now, suddenly...when did the room get so bright? "Ummm...yeh, if ya want me there, o' course I will. I'm kinda interested ta see whatcha an' that friend o' yers've put together..."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She nods, bringing the glasses over to pour the drinks. "It's going to be FABulous. You're welcome there anytime you please, love. Since our union you'll be welcomed and respected. If you didn't already work so much.. I'd offer you a job."

William Halloran: That brings a chuckle to his lips, and he nods with a sigh. "Yeh...I'd quit at the Dolphin to work for ya, but my wrestlin'...unless I could get off Thursdays an' Fridays, we'd have some schedulin' problems, there."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She pours his drink first, sliding it to him. "Hmmm.. I'm sure that wouldn't be a problem, love. Certainly it would be easier to find someone to cover you on Thursdays and Fridays than it would be to find a full time bouncer. I'm sure if I asked really nicely I could get Vic to work two days a week."

William Halloran: He blinks, considering it for a moment, before he nods. "Yeah...okay. I can do that...I'll let Eric know. Should probably let 'im rent out the apartment, anyway, since I'm living here with ya..."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She nods and kisses his shoulder. "You can stay with me for as long as you like, my love." She leans back over to pour herself a glass of Skyy. "And I'm not saying that you ~have~ to work for me. It would just.. make me more comfortable. To have you looking over things rather than some stranger we hired off the street. Plus it'll give you a chance to test our your new eyes." She gives a playful smile over her shoulder to the man.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: (Eep!)

William Halloran: "Naah...yer right." He nods and picks up his glass, looking at the dark liquid with an odd sort of fascination...picking up things in the way the light bends and twists in it that he'd never noticed before. "'sides, I'd feel better workin' for ya, an' makin' sure you and yer business are okay."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She gives an amused smile, watching the man. She takes her skyy in hand and meanders over to sit on the edge of the bed. She flashes the man a sultry wink and watches him intently. (blowing first level of lore of longing, rolling per emp)

Brigitte Clara Deleon: d10: : 3,1,5,7,7,

William Halloran: d10: Per+Aware: 3,9,3,4,4,3,8,

Brigitte Clara Deleon: Brigitte crosses one long leg over the other, curious to see his reaction. She sips her vodka, letting the rim of the glass linger on pretty lips with an innocent smile to the man.

William Halloran: He blinks as that strange shiver runs down his spine, eyes narrowing as he looks around. "...the hell was that?"

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She curls up to the bed, laying on her side with a smile to the man "That was me, love. I want you to get used to that feeling. I used one of my evocations, my love. To see if you would pick up on it. Which you did, superbly."

William Halloran: "Oh." He nods a little bit, relaxing, and takes a drink from his glass finally. A deep breath, and he makes the walk over to join her on the bed. "So that's what it feels like when anyone does something like that?"

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She gives a tiny shake of the head, stretching over to set her glass on the bedside table. "No, love. If you have a good enough eye.." She casts a loving smile to the man ".. and trust me, you do.. you'll feel different things from different people. Trial and error, my love. You'll learn."

William Halloran: "Oh. Okay." He nods a little bit and takes another drink off the glass, eyes widening. Wow, the Jager was strong tonight! He shakes his head and leans back on the bed. "This is...whoa."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She curls up around the man, laying her head in his lap. She casts a sorry frown up to the man "I hope you're not displeased.."

William Halloran: "Naah..." He grins a little bit, looking down to her. Catching all of the subtleties...all the things he missed in her before. "Ain't displeased at all...far from it. Thank ya. Thank ya so much." He's smiling very genuinely...an adoring, completely devoted look on his face and in his eyes.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She gives a tiny exhale of releif and kisses his chest. "I'm glad you like it, william. I'd do anything for you."

William Halloran: "I'd do anythin' for ya too, Ouestucati." He slips an arm carefully around her shoulders, hugging her gently. "I love ya."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She leans into the man a sad look about her. She clings weakly around his waist.

William Halloran: His brow furrows a little bit, looking her over. "What's wrong?"

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She gives a weak shrug, leaning against the man "Nothing that I should be whining about, my love. I just.. I miss my boys. I wonder where they are.. and if they're safe."

William Halloran: "Oh." He chews a little on his lower lip, watching her. "It ain't whinin'. I know ya miss yer kids. I'm sorry."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She lowers her head weakly "No, love. You don't know."

William Halloran: The comment from the girl furrows his brows, eyes finding the surface of the bed. Like he could understand. "I don't know how ya feel, no." He shakes his head. "But I know that ya do miss 'em. I just...I'm sorry. Wish I could help."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She runs a hand up the man's chest casting an upward apologetic glance. "I'm.. sorry, love. I didn't mean to.. I just.." She lets out a tiny breath, laying her head to his chest. Clinging. "It's for the best that I don't know where they are. If i find them.. I'll find tansy as well. And.. I'm scared of what I might do to her."

William Halloran: He nods a little bit and squeezes his arms around her. "Yeh. Yeh, I guess so." In his mind, in the back, wheels are maybe turning. But just beginning to. "An' ya don't gotta apologize to me, Ouestucati. Ya ain't done nothin' wrong by me."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She gives a tiny nod, resting weakly in the man's massive arms. "I.. okay." She nuzzles her head in his chest, lovingly. "So.. how did you want to spend the rest of the evening, my love?"

William Halloran: "Hmmm..." He considers, trying to decide what'll put her in a good mood. "You wanna go out, or stay in?"

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She gives a tiny shrug. "Your choice. I don't really care either way."

William Halloran: He curls around her a little, leaning way down to kiss her cheek. "Let's stay in, then." He's not quite willing to share her with the world at this moment. Any other time, sure, he'll share her with a smile on her face, if that's what she wants...but in the wake of this gift, this agreement that's sealed them together, he just wants her.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She gives a tiny nod, the same sad look cast out toward the bathroom. She pauses for a long while and considers getting up to take a shower. In her state of apathy she decides to go for the next best thing. (summon water, rolling stam+survival)

Brigitte Clara Deleon: d10: : 9,8,

William Halloran: d10: Per+Aware: 4,6,9,4,6,6,7,

William Halloran: Well, he knows it's coming, this time. He bites on his lip a little and shuts his eyes, drawing her close and comforting her as the water starts to fall.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She gives a tiny smile, the water bringing her a small amount of comfort. She kisses the man's chest. "I'll clean it up this time, love.. don't worry.."

William Halloran: He opens his eyes and looks down to her, the smile bringing one to his own face. "Naah...ain't gotta do that. S'what I'm here for, ta help ya."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She gives a tiny laugh, sitting up to kiss the man's cheek. "You're my thrall, love.. not my wetnurse. Wet, maybe.." She giggles and runs a hand over his hair.

William Halloran: He chuckles at that, shrugging. "Ain't do it 'cause I gotta. I mean...I know there'll be things I gotta do. But I do it 'cause I wana. I wanna help you, an' I don't mind usin' up the towels an' rentin' a wet vac, if it's a result-a ya feelin' better, y'know?"

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She giggles and crawls up toward the headboard with a teasing look tossed over her shoulder at william. "You really do make me feel better, william. As far as mortals go you've one of the most stunning ones I've met to date."

William Halloran: He smiles, head ducking, and moves to follow her up the quickly-becoming-soaked bed. "I'm glad I can help ya feel better. Ya deserve ta feel good."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She gives a soft laugh and bounce splashes on the bed. She lays on her stomach and looks back to William. "So do you, love." She thinks for a second and adds "If any of the others of my kind try anything with you.. you'll let me know, right?"

William Halloran: "'course." He nods a little bit. "If they try an' fuck with me too bad, what should I do? Just try an' get away, talk to you? Can I try an' fight back if I gotta? Just tryin' ta figger out the rules..."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She gives a tiny shake of her head. "Don't fight them, love.. not if you're not sure you can win. SURE.. you can win. Try to get to a place where you can call me. Say my name.. and I'll try and figure something out. We can communicate now that we've a pact together. From anywhere in the world."

William Halloran: "Awright." He settles onto the bed against the headboard, next to her. "Ain't like I was plannin' on fightin' back anyway...jus' wanted ta make sure, 'case the chips came down. I'll get away. Anythin' else I should know?" He reaches out to brush her wet hair back from her face.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She thinks for a second, preening at the touch. "Stay out of central park, love. We're not welcome there."

William Halloran: "Central Park. Got it."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: Brigitte rolls over to her back smiling up to the ceiling. Thinking. This is going to go well. Much better than the last three. William's a survivor. Certainly nothing bad will happen...

William Halloran: ((And fade out there.))