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Post by Serendipity on May 18, 2018 5:28:51 GMT -8
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“Mr Brady, you had better not be sleeping in my classroom!?”
Connor lifted his head, his lips forming a scowl as he looked up at the person who had interrupted his much needed catnap. The Professor looked less than impressed that one of his students had fallen asleep in his class, but Professor Ruttenberg was never impressed by Connor anyway, none of the teachers were really. He was quite possibly everyone’s least favorite student at Magic School. Connor didn’t say a word, ignoring the folded arms and arched eyebrow he was receiving from the Professor and reached for his pen, sitting up a little straighter in his chair now that he was awake and waited for Professor Ruthenberg to continue his lecture on whatever it was that Connor didn’t care about. The Professor cleared his throat a little before continuing with his lecture when he realised he wasn’t going to get an apology from Connor. Although he was awake now Connor didn’t pay attention to the words spilling out of the man's mouth, he simply stared blankly ahead drowning out the irritating sound by falling into his own thoughts. He had to remember to blink every now and then so the Professor thought he was listening, and every so often he scribbled something down in the open book on his desk when he remembered. History class was probably the dullest class Connor had ever had to endure, if only he could blast the man speaking into oblivion to shut him up, that would sort that out and he was honestly tempted to do it.
But if he started throwing fireballs around the place he would never get anywhere, he needed to keep his demonic heritage a secret and tap into the Warlock he was pretending to be instead. If he blew his cover now then all of this...torture would have been for nothing and he had a lot of people depending on him to see this through, his mother included. She would be furious with him if he screwed this up, and Connor was no quitter so his only choice was to reign in the demon inside and remind himself this would all be worth it in the end. He wasn’t good at ‘playing nice’ though and had already gained a bit of a reputation among the other students and teachers here. Not that he cared because he didn’t, although he had to be extra careful he didn’t lose his temper and incinerate someone.
The only good thing about the boarding school was that students could come and go as they pleased if they were over the age of eighteen - and if they didn’t have a class to attend, however you had to be back before midnight otherwise you were locked out until morning. So he didn’t have to sneak out whenever he was summoned to the underworld by his mother he just had to make sure he was back inside the school before midnight or else he’d have some explaining to do. He hated having to attend classes but Professor Ruttenbergs was the worst, possibly because he knew everything the man babbled on about already - at least the subjects the Professor liked lecture on. He’d done this already; although his lessons had focused more on the demonic side of things and there was more combat training involved.
The class ended eventually and although you would have thought it Connor wasn’t the first one out the door. He hung back purposely, taking his time by gathering his belongings into his backpack one by one at a snail's pace. He was waiting on a certain someone, although she didn’t know it, to leave first and he would trail behind her. She was the reason he was here after all, and why he had to blend in and play nice with others, because she was the key to getting into the Halliwell’s circles again. But Connor was still trying to figure out the best way to weasel his way into her life, he wasn’t sure if she had ever really noticed him since he’d tried not to stand out too much, going down the road of the strong silent type because hell it was easier. He didn’t have to watch his mouth that was for sure.
He wasn’t worried about being recognised since his mother had taught him how to glamour extremely well although he didn’t understand why he had needed to glamour now. These people wouldn’t recognise him as he’d always been kept mostly underground in the underworld. But the woman had insisted he change his appearance whilst on this mission. Connor suspected she wasn’t telling him everything, she was always leaving out bits and pieces of details and he knew she was hiding something from him but he never demanded to know because for as long as he could remember she was all he had.
So when he looked in the mirror he would see himself as he naturally was but whilst he was glamoured (which took a lot of stamina by the way) everyone else would see a tall, brown eyed, blonde haired, clean shaven twenty year old. His usual dark haired self was hidden underneath and very different to his alias; he was the same height with short dark hair, blue eyes, stubble growing along his jawline and several tattoos scattered over his chest and arms. He was also twenty five not twenty as he was leading everyone to believe.
Olivia Jenkin’s was a pretty little thing, blonde, green eyes and curvy, something he might have liked to toy with first if he wasn’t under strict instructions to play nice. So he’d kept his distance watching her from afar first getting to know some of her likes and dislikes when it came to social outings so he could eventually ask her out. Today was that day. According to his mother he was taking too long and she was getting impatient.
Connor waited for her to leave before he followed her out, he kept his distance for a few minutes but then caught up with her quickly when it became apparent she was heading to her room. He cleared his throat so she knew he was coming up behind her so he didn’t startle her with his sudden appearance. “Olivia…” Her name rolled off of his tongue slowly as he came into her view, Connor realised he had never actually said her name out loud until now. “Connor.” He introduced himself quickly in case she didn’t know his name when she glanced his way looking a little unsure. “Hey, what are you doing tonight?” But he cut straight to the point, arching a quizzical brow as he waited for her answer. For good measure he threw in a slow, perfectly rehearsed grin that was used for the sole purpose to get hearts fluttering.
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Post by Yunalesca on May 18, 2018 18:40:05 GMT -8
You shut your mouth How can you say I go about things the wrong way? "That's Billie's daughter." "Can she become the new Ultimate Power?" "Why even bother, she's practically a Charmed One."Those were the comments she had heard growing up in Magic School. She had never been treated any different by her teachers, but her peers were another story. Everyone knew the story of the Charmed Ones and the allies that had helped them along the way. They had overcome the Ultimate Power and defeated the Triad in the years before her birth. The only issue with that was Olivia's mother had been half of the 'Ultimate Power', though she had only battled the Charmed Ones because of manipulation and had, luckily, realized the truth before it was too late. Of course that realization had come with a price, she had been forced to vanquish her own sister. Billie never fully recovered from that. Olivia Jenkin's green eyes raised to the professor then flicked to the student he had been addressing, a blonde boy that was in off to her right. She had dazed off just as he had, but she was better at not getting caught. His name escaped her memory though she had heard it on more than one occasion. They were aware of each other, but not much else came more of that. He was blonde and, despite her own hair being of a golden hue, she preferred dark hair. She was told her mother had been the same, but she couldn't say that had ever been a topic of discussion. She often had pictured her father being tall, dark, and handsome since her adoptive 'aunts' had told stories of her mom being into that type of man. She had never met her dad, however, and she had not dared ask about him. Even as a child she had recognized the pain her mother had endured between losing someone Olivia assumed she loved and having her sister die at her own hands; therefore she had never breached the subject with her. It was just one more piece missing from her life, but she didn't let it slow her down. She was like Billie in that aspect, to always keep moving forward and have a zest for life. They parted ways after that, or so she felt. Her mother had always loved being a witch and had dove head first into the craft without fully understanding what it meant until she met the Charmed Ones. Olivia liked witchcraft, it was useful, but she appreciated the allure of being 'normal'. The only people that had more eyes on them was anyone named Halliwell and Olivia's family was tied closely to them through that bond her mother had made with the sisters in their youth. That meant she was hardly ever left to her own devices. Olivia was a dual student and not many appreciated that. Her magical professors expected witchcraft studies to come first; her mortal professors couldn't understand how Olivia was always so tired or not quite as engaged as any of their other pupils. It wasn't like she could explain she was attending another school full-time where she was up late brewing potions on top of being asked to help a 'cousin' vanquish some demon terrorizing the neighborhood. Exhausted as she could get, being checked into an asylum was not what she imagined as a relief from her daily life. Her attention turned away from the blonde haired student as well as her professor. He was talking about 'advanced potions brewing' and it was safe for her to tune out. Being a family friend to the Halliwell's had its perks, she had been tutored almost since she could walk; she had known how to identify different herbs before she could properly write her name. She returned to drawing on the edge of her notebook. She had no active powers, but she knew how to draw. Currently she was sketching a portrait of her aunt Christy to whom she owed her middle name to. It was the only photo she had ever seen of her, one her mother cherished. It had been taken the day of Paige's wedding, the day things really began to change for the Jenkins family. She was pulled from her drawing by a familiar chime of class ending. She quickly closed her notebook before the professor could see she had not been paying attention and slipped it under her arm along with a text book. She exited the classroom alone, lost in her thoughts about an upcoming final in her college course, when she heard her name. She was almost to the corridor containing her dorm room when she was called to a stop by the unfamiliar voice. She turned and made eye contact with the owner, the blonde she had never truly conversed with before. Other students passed them, eyes lingering with interest before they moved on. She was sure this was going to make for some 'news' amongst her peers. Connor his name rolled in her mind as she leaned against a pillar while he spoke. His brow quirked up as he asked what she was doing later and, despite not being remotely attracted to blondes, she felt a slight tingle. She didn't sleep around, but it was no secret she liked boys. Some would say she was like her mother in that respect as well. "I can't say I've thought about it yet. Haven't had any...tantalizing offers." She responded with a slight insinuation. She wasn't interested, but she never turned down a good time either. She sighed slightly, pulling her books to her chest in mock distress. "I probably should study, though..." She looked away in thought before turning her eyes back to him. She shouldn't toy with anyone, but she knew Connor was around her age and it was the game twenty-something's played all the time. "Unless you have a better idea?" She questioned coyly. She wasn't fooling anyone with her words and body language, but she wasn't trying to. She had sex appeal and she enjoyed using it. I am human and I need to be loved Just like everybody else does.
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Post by Serendipity on May 18, 2018 23:32:09 GMT -8
_____________________________________________________________________________________ He was pretty confident that he could convince her to go out with him one way or another, he had too, it was time to get the ball rolling on this and he was itching to get closer to her. He wouldn’t lie and say he wasn’t attracted to the blonde because he was, but he had a feeling that would make this all the more fun in the end. Though he was a little surprised that she was making it easier than he’d first thought she would, but that just went to show that he didn’t know her. They’d always been aware of each other; Connor had made sure of it when he’d first transferred to Magic School, manipulating the system so he would be in the same classes as she was and deliberately getting noticed by the professors for something or another.
Connor wasn’t blind to the vibes she was putting out there, despite living in the underworld for all of his life and not getting above ground very often until now he had dated his fair share of women; they’d been mostly demons of course and ‘dating’ probably wasn’t the right term for what they’d shared during said ‘date’. He’d had plenty of practice, after all what else was there to do to pass the time down there since he had always been kept on a tight leash.
He was enjoying the freedom he had above ground although he’d never be able to admit it to his mother who wouldn’t take kindly to such pleasures. Up here he could have fun, do what he liked ( to a degree) and easily reek havoc if he wanted to. Perhaps when this ‘mission’ he was on was done he could do just that - and more since the Charmed Ones wouldn't be around to stop him. Connor smirked, he was looking forward to that day. And Olivia was the key to making that happen.
“Study some other day.” Connor told her, a slow grin forming over his lips and he took a half step closer to her responding to her body language. “I have plenty of ideas, trust me...” He chuckled softly, and several ideas sprang to mind of what the two of them could get up to tonight. “But those ideas might be a little to forward for a first date.” He decided for her sake.
“How about I take you to dinner then to this little club I know of afterwards?” He suggested, quirking his brow just a little again as he waited to see what she thought of that idea. Connor let his eyes travel slowly down her body and over her curves before they came back up to lock with hers. There was a warm tingling feeling spreading through his stomach - and lower, and he knew he was attracted to her there was no denying that.
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Post by Yunalesca on May 19, 2018 12:05:26 GMT -8
Her brow quirked when he teased her back before he seemed to remember they had never spoken before. She hadn't been exactly shy about her flirtation with him and so didn't take offense that he responded. She was an outgoing personality despite mostly keeping to herself at Magic School; she found it difficult to find people who truly wanted to be her friend over those who wanted to be associated because of how close her family was to the Halliwell's. He wanted to take her out for a somewhat lengthy night which she found interesting. They had never talked before and she was curious about why he was making a move now. But, what better way to find that out than to humor him with a yes? He was a student at Magic School so there was no more danger with him than he would be with her if his intentions were more than what she was open to. He might be interested because of her name, but even if that were the case she could use the distraction. "I think I would like that. I'll need some time to be presentable, of course." She said, leaning closer to him, just enough to smell his cologne and send her breath over the exposed skin of his neck. He wasn't telling her where they were going which meant he had either not thought this through or he preferred to be in control. Based on what she knew of him she was willing to be he wanted to be in control. She wasn't submissive by any means, but feeling that there might be a power struggle made her more interested in him. He wasn't her type, but it'd been a while since she'd been on a date and she would humor him. "I think 6 should give me enough time. I'll see you in the foyer around then." She stated without waiting for his approval. She pushed herself off the pillar and walked away towards her room without giving him a second glance. She'd let him keep dinner and dancing a secret, but she wasn't going to let him have control of everything. Without knowing where they were eating she may have a dilemma about what to wear. Fortunately it was their first 'date'...first time talking if she were to be honest. She would keep it casual, yet alluring. She didn't think this was going to go anywhere, but she was allowing herself to have some fun. She was young and wanted to have experiences while she still had the chance. Being a witch and college student were not all that she identified as, she was allowed to have fun.
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Post by Serendipity on May 20, 2018 17:24:17 GMT -8
You say that you'll be there to catch me Or will you only try to trap me? _______________________________________________________________________________________________________
Connor didn’t move as she leaned in closer to him, her breath warm on his skin as she spoke, and his grin only grew wider as she accepted his offer. He thought he felt his heart miss a beat but knew he had to be wrong and pushed the idea aside quickly. He didn’t feel all those human emotions, at least not the lovey dovey crap ones which had mortals acting crazy pants on Valentines day. It was entertaining to watch for sure, but he definitely didn’t understand the hype. “Great. I’ll see you at 6!” Connor agreed, satisfied that she had folded to his plans with ease and barely any hesitation at all. He’d thought he would have had to do some more convincing to get her to agree to go out with him, although there had been a split second of hesitation flash across her green eyes where he thought he might have too before it a disappeared. He watched her peel herself from the pillar she lent against and took half a step back again so she could brush past him as she left. He watched her go, feeling pretty good about himself if he were being honest. Conner was looking forward to getting closer to her. Slowly he turned on his heel once she left heading down corridor. They’d insisted on separating the dorm rooms in this godforsaken place, boys down one end of the school and girls the other. It made it rather difficult to keep an eye on Olivia when their was that much distance between dorms. Sometimes he found himself loitering in the hall in the middle of the night, keeping in the shadows and taking on his regular form so not to be recognised. Creepy he knew, but hey he was a demon after all. When he was back in his own room Connor removed the glamour surrounding his form, taking a break from using all that energy needed to keep it in place. There was wards on his door to keep anyone unwanted out so he didn’t have to worry about someone bursting into his room and discovering his true identity. He fell down backwards in the middle of the bed and let out a loud sigh before his lips split into large grin as thought about their date tonight and actually how easy it had been to get to this point, he almost cursed himself for not trying sooner. His fingers ran through his short dark hair and he chuckled to himself. This might just be easier than he thought. 6 O’clock came around and Connor had had to put his glamour back in place before he left his rooms. He worse a nice dark brown leather jacket, dark green t-shirt beneath and dark blue jeans matched with dark sneakers. He’d also made sure that his, blonde, hair was styled with a bit of product before he left. It was casual but not too casual, and made his twenty-year old self look a little older which would help get them into the club he’d mentioned. Olivia was nowhere in sight when he arrived in the foyer, but he wasn’t worried, he’d give her a few more minutes before he began to wonder where she was or if she’d changed her mind. He made himself comfortable against a pillar, folding his arms over his chest and crossing his feet at his ankles. It might not have appeared that he watching out for her arrival but he was very aware of who came and went, waiting for that familiar blonde head that he had come to recognise so very well. Only when he spotted Olivia’s blonde head did he push himself from the pillar, unfolding his arms and legs as he caught her eye. There was that strange feeling in his chest again, and this time he almost frowned confused by it for a moment before he put it to the back of his mind. She always looked good, but now if it was possible she looked even better, These are the rules I make Our chains were meant to break, You'll never change me
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Post by Yunalesca on May 28, 2018 8:34:35 GMT -8
Once she reached her room she had to lean her back against the closed door for a few moments to think about what she had just agreed to. It wasn't unusual for her to have a 'date’, but it was unusual for her to accept a proposition from a man she barely knew. She had a dangerous side, one that was attracted to mystery and dark strangers, but she generally managed to keep that side in check. She had been raised to be careful and to question everything that didn't feel right. Her mother had been burned by her own sister and had fought hard to instill those two values in her daughter from a young age. Not to mention that Olivia had grown up with the Charmed Ones children who were also taught in the same manner. The only difference there was they all had active powers in one way or another, whether it be the whitelighter or Cupid half that provided that to them. Olivia wasn't jealous of them, the powers came with great responsibility, but their active powers could guide them and protect them where she had to rely on street smarts and wariness.
“And I really listened this time,” she said to herself before pushing from the door to toss her belongings on her bed and look at herself in her vanity mirror. He was easy on the eyes and wasn't giving off the creepy vibe she usually got from random people, however, she was still pondering why she had said yes to him. Was it her craving for danger and something new taking hold of her or was it from the stress in her life? She was a student in both the mortal and magic world's which never left much time for a social life. That wasn't even including when she was asked to tag along for a demon vanquish with one of her 'cousins’. It didn't occur too often, but when they needed someone who wasn't so easily recognized and could entice even the most wary of male demons, she was utilized.
“This could be fun, a night out, not worrying about school…” she said aloud to herself before she began to strip down and moved to her shower. The important thing was to have fun and not think too much. He wasn't a bad looking guy, not really her type on the surface, but that could be a good thing. She would let herself flirt and entertain the idea of being normal. She didn't think either of them thought of this as a commitment, just a chance to be away from school and possibly sate a little intimate hunger. She wasn't looking for sex or a relationship, but she wouldn't fight a kiss or some dancing if he was charming enough.
By the time the clock was closing in on 6, she was pulling on a pair of skinny jeans and dragging a pair of dancing heels from under her bed. She was going to be a tad late, but that was common for the magic world. You make plans and you have to stop the next apocalypse, that always made you late. This wasn't exactly the apocalypse, but it was work to keep it casual, but dressy enough to capture attention. The thought made her feel like she was projecting that she was lonely, but she quickly squashed it. She wasn't lonely, she just didn't want to give off a vibe of being sexually charged and yet wanted to keep him interested at least for the night.
So she pulled on a simple white shirt that had some sequin adornment around the low cut neckline and lastly slipped on a leather jacket. The look was simple, yet would work for dancing and be flexible enough to handle some demons or other magical creature should they attack. That didn't happen often, but a part of her training had been to always be prepared. She guided her softly curled blonde hair from beneath the jackets collar and exited her room.
He was waiting for her in the hall, off to the side and almost looking annoyed before he spotted her. She wondered if she had taken too long or if he had a short string of patience. “You’re well done up for a girl like me, you sure you asked the right girl out earlier?” She teased, eyes sweeping his appearance and appreciating the leather jacket. “Maybe I should've used glamour to keep you from waiting,” she joked. She saw something flash across his eyes, but it was too fast for her to identify what it had been. “And where to?” She asked with a raised brow.
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Post by Serendipity on Jun 18, 2018 2:36:16 GMT -8
You say that you'll be there to catch me Or will you only try to trap me? _______________________________________________________________________________________________________
He wasn’t annoyed with her, but his own self for feeling a little too excited to see Olivia again even though it had only been a couple of hours since he’d asked her out on this date. She looked good although she wasn’t overly dressed, however he was slightly disappointed that she hadn’t worn a dress. Something short and tight, Connor would have definitely enjoyed that - probably a little too much so perhaps, for her sake, it was a good thing she hadn’t worn a tight dress. He stood up from the pillar and waited for Olivia to approach, his lips forming into a welcoming grin. Though it faltered slightly when she mentioned glamours, however in a flash he corrected his mistake and continued grinning. “You shouldn’t doubt yourself so much Olivia, you’re a catch.” Connor assured and slipped his arm around her waist, pulling her into his side to make his point. It was also to distract her from noticing he hadn’t responded to her mention of glamoring herself for tonight. After a few seconds he put a little space between them in case she felt uncomfortable, only letting his hand linger on the small of her back so he could guide her out of the school and get their date officially started. He needed to get close to Olivia and with the pressure mounting from the underworld he had no time to waste. “I think we should eat first, besides the nightclub won’t be opening for another couple of hours. The restaurant is only a short walk down the street anyway.” Connor said as they made their way towards the main doors of the school which would lead them to the streets of San Francisco. The sun was just starting to set outside and provided them with enough light for the short walk to the Italian place he’d chosen to take her. “I hope you like Italian food? I figured it was a safe choice, doesn’t everyone like pasta?” He queried lightly. From the studies he’d undertaken before coming to the surface, this had seemed to be the case, Italian foods such as pizza and pasta along with BBQ’d meats and Chinese takeout. Since the Italian place had been closest he’d simply gone with that choice. “There is a Chinese place another street down if you didn’t mind an extra walk.” He decided to give her this option in case she didn’t like Italian food, he didn’t know her very well after all despite staking out her dorm virtually every night. Somewhere along the way once they’d left Magic School, he’d let his hand drop away from her back and just walked along side instead. He thought it may have came off too clingy if he continued to have his arm around her, especially since they didn’t know each other. He needed this date to go smoothly and he needed Olivia to want to go out with him again because it was vital he got close to her and find out as much as he could about the Charmed ones. “I haven’t dated in a while, so forgive me if I’m a little rusty.” Connor chuckled softly, and it was actually the truth however she was the first witch he’d dated. He smiled a little to himself when he thought about how she’d react finding out she was going out with a demon, Connor was sure he was definitely her first and if this all ended the way his mother planned he would also be her last. These are the rules I make Our chains were meant to break, You'll never change me
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Post by Yunalesca on Jul 22, 2018 11:00:13 GMT -8
If she had any question of him having used glamour or of being something other than a witch, it was glossed over by the time it hit her subconscious. The feel of his hand on her back made her feel hot. It was a distraction, but her trust has so willingly been placed in magic school being a safe place she could not begin to entertain that it may have been infiltrated. Yes, the school had been the hub of demons when her 'cousins’ had been babies, but the times had been different and it had occurred when the school was left unguarded. Magic School had been running for nearly two decades with no mishap. After the war between the most powerful witches of the era, the demons had not dared to take the fight to the Charmed Ones turf again. They exited the school together with Connor giving her the opportunity to choose the type of cuisine they would be having. Like any self respecting LA girl, she appreciated good Chinese takeout, but this was hardly the right time to be enjoying that. He was giving her a choice so she wouldn't feel controlled. She appreciated that, but his mind had been made up before he gave her an option. “It’s hard to say no to a good risotto.” She gave as an answer. If he didn't know what that meant it will answer exactly how this night would go. Having an ‘aunt’ with a chef's background had given her a refined taste for food. As they walked, she smiled at his admission to 'being rusty’. Her hand squeezed his arm slightly in a comforting gesture. “I've never been good at the dating scene. There's a saying about 'practice’ though.” She said with a smirk before letting his arm go. She never had to work for a date. She knew she was pretty, but she didn't flaunt it. It was her name that attracted most people, however. It was difficult to weed out those who just wanted to nail a Charmed One or one of their extended family. She moved mostly assumed that was all men wanted at this point. She had slept with some of them, most had been good, but the companionship ended there. Very few had given her a second phone call and usually she wasn't heartbroken about it. She still hadn't figured out Connor's motive. He could be like all the others, but clearly he had piqued her attention for her to say yes to dinner; she would hold off judgment until after the pseudo date had progressed. “So tell me, what persuaded the quiescent bad boy to make a move?” She asked with curiosity and to convey he was not completely ignored by her. She was not familiar with him, but she knew of him. Though she had a tendency to buck her mother's instructions and teachings, one thing she believed in was being aware of your surroundings and those in it; being caught off guard carrying the name of Halliwell or Jenkins was asking for death. So she was aware of his apparent disinterest in school, though he seemed to do well in his classes or else he would be evicted from the curriculum. She may ask him about that over dinner in an effort to get to know him and possibly weasel out his motives. Generally she didn't put much effort into getting to know someone, but she was welcoming the distraction he was providing.
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Post by Serendipity on Aug 4, 2018 17:25:29 GMT -8
You say that you'll be there to catch me Or will you only try to trap me? _______________________________________________________________________________________________________
Sure he was a novice when it came to dating above ground but it didn’t seem that hard especially since Olivia had welcomed the idea of going out with him on the first try. If only she knew... He smirked inwardly to himself finding this whole hiding his identity and tricking her into liking him amusing. He was now just discovering for himself what his fellow demon friends had meant when they spoke of how fun it was to toy with the hearts and minds of humans first before tearing them down (or tearing them apart more like it). Right now though he needed to focus on the ‘toying’ part of his mission now that he had her attention, which meant he needed this first date to go well for there to be a second. Connor had a plan for that, it was definitely not the same plan his mother had laid out for him and she wouldn’t approve but he had to follow his instincts, and his instincts were telling him to rely on his human side instead of the demonic one. Sure he’d still need to use his glamours to keep his identity a secret but that was all, if he relied too much on his demonic powers he had a feeling Olivia would notice. His plan started now, now that he’d finally found the right time to ask her out. He nodded as she decided on the type of cuisine she wanted, whilst he wasn’t one hundred percent certain what risotto actually was, it sounded like something you’d order from an Italian restaurant. “Ah...so I’m your practice date then?” He chuckled as he glanced down at her, his arm brushing against hers lightly. He didn’t mind if he was her first, second or one hundredth date but she didn’t have to know that. “I’m not sure if I should feel a little offended?” He queried, raising a brow. He didn’t, but again she didn’t need to know that. He laughed, pushing the topic of practice dates aside, as she changed topic onto his ‘bad boy’ image or lack of it until now. “How do you know I haven’t been planning this? Biding my time until the opportune moment, hmm?” He said playfully, however it was exactly what he had been doing. Connor sighed, smiling a little and spoke again before she could answer. “I’ve noticed you Olivia, it’s hard not too...in truth I wasn’t sure if I was your type. I guess I asked you to find out.” He explained, watching her closely for her reaction and whether or not she’d believe the story. They arrived at the restaurant and Connor didn’t wait for a response from her before opening the door, he didn’t need one anyway, it wasn’t like her answer would hurt him either way. Gently he placed a hand on her lower back, feeling the warmth of her skin beneath the thin layer of her clothes and guided her inside the building first as he held the door open. The aroma hit him immediately and the smell of herbs and pasta sauce assaulted his nose, it was definitely strong and he almost sneezed but at the same time his stomach growled in hunger. The place was busy enough for a Friday night but it wasn’t overly packed with people and a waiter greeted them straight away before leading them over to a table for two. It was a small round table covered in a red checkered table cloth with a small vase in the middle that had a single flower in it. There was also a single round candle flickering brightly besides the vase, which Connor assumed was supposed to bring a romantic ambiance to anyone seated here. He wanted to snuff the candle out immediately because all that romance stuff made him sick, but for the sake of keeping his cover and keeping his date with Olivia on track he didn’t. "So...am I?" Connor asked as he sat down on one side of the table, "Your 'type'?" He clarified, forgetting for a moment that she wouldn't be seeing him as 'Connor the dark haired demon' but 'Connor the blonde haired witch'. He watched her closely for her answer from across the table as she sat down, ignoring the waiter as he placed their menu's in front of them before leaving. These are the rules I make Our chains were meant to break, You'll never change me
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Post by Yunalesca on Sept 30, 2018 16:41:26 GMT -8
'I wasn't sure if I was your type' he said and she had to hide a smirk. He wasn't really her type, at least in appearance, but she wasn't about to say that. She was a nice girl despite her previous efforts to show a more rugged persona; clearly that had not panned out as she had stopped those attempts long ago. Everyone at the school was trying to prove themselves in one area or another so it was pointless to try and establish herself as a 'bad girl' when everyone knew she wasn't. Her aunt may have truly been a bad girl, but her mother was not. She too had tried to play the bad girl role, but in the end she was proven to be good in vanquishing her own sister. Being 'good' had been so ingrained in Olivia she looked almost foolish trying to pretend to be something other than who she was. That was a part of growing up, she supposed. You learned who you really were, learned what mattered, and stopped trying to be what you weren't. "I wasn't aware my type was a topic of discussion at school, I'll have to listen in on conversations a bit more." She recovered after stopping a smirk. The thought of him carefully planning this out and waiting for the opportune moment didn't cross her mind, even after he alluded to it. She didn't know him, but she knew men, at least the ones that were close to her age. Sex was prevalent in their minds right now and she wasn't so prized that someone would work their way up to her bed after a significant time of waiting. Connor was not her usual type, but he wasn't bad looking; he could probably have any number of girls if he wanted. He may have considered this for a while before asking, but she doubted it had been a lengthy plan. She let him guide her inside, the feel of his hand on her back warmed her yet again. Her type or not, there was definitely something exciting about his touch. It could be excitement of someone new or it could be the feel of his power lingering in his fingertips. Whatever the reason, she welcomed the feeling. Much of her life as of late had been class and demon slaying, both of which didn't leave her with feeling much of anything. She had not been entirely eager for this little 'date' earlier, but the more she recognized how dull her life had been the better she felt about her decision to humor Connor. Interestingly, she couldn't recall having dined at the restaurant they were at so it would seem her night was full of surprises. The smell of garlic and rosemary wafted through the dining area as their hostess seated them at a more private table; it made her realize how hungry she actually was. Olivia smiled her thanks as they were seated and menus were laid before them. Her fingers wrapped around the menu and she nearly dropped it as Connor leaned in slightly to ask the question she had brushed off before. 'So am I...your type?' he asked and she had to be quick to cover her near fumbling with the menu. She wasn't about to tell him she wasn't physically drawn to him. That was a bit of a lie, he was easy on the eyes, but blonde's just didn't do it for her. "Well, I like to think of myself as a girl attracted to the mind. Since you're so good at being the quiet one, I can't say it's fair I answer that yet." She offered carefully, saying a silent 'thank you' to the server that came to pour each of them a glass of water before leaving the decanter on the table and giving them privacy once more. She took a sip of the water, peering at him over the rim of the glass as she did so, conveying to him he was her focus and she wasn't trying to ignore the question entirely. She rested the glass down gently and folded her hands, elbows on the table so her chin could rest on her fingers. Her pose held one of interest and slight mischief. "I think we could settle that question with some inquisition. Call it a game of 'never have I ever' or...'truth or dare' if you will." She offered with a small smile, because 'let's get to know each other' was the boring way to phrase it. Interestingly, again, at the prospect of hearing more about him made her forget how long it had been since she had eaten. She became genuinely interested in what he had to say and the sounds of the bustling restaurant began to fall away as her attention was tuned to him. He wouldn't deny her request to learn more about him as it also gave him an opportunity to question her. As a private person she was almost unnerved at the give and take prospect of this exchange, but it did make her heart race a little as it was exciting to wonder what he might ask of her in return.
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Post by Serendipity on Feb 23, 2019 3:00:01 GMT -8
You say that you'll be there to catch me Or will you only try to trap me? _______________________________________________________________________________________________________
Lust. Demon’s knew about lust. Love...not so much. For a Demon, even if they wanted to, they could never really fall in love only in lust. For Connor however, he suspected it was slightly different considering he was half human. He probably could fall in love if he allowed himself too - but he’d never want that, Yuk! Just thinking about it almost made him grimace so he quickly pushed the thought aside and concentrated on the menu they had been handed. He hadn’t missed her surprise over the question that he’d asked but he pretended not to notice. Perhaps it was too soon to ask her such a question, so he didn’t let her answer bother him (and he had to factor in that he was glamoured so she wasn’t really seeing what he truly looked like). “Fair answer,” Connor nodded, it was still early days. Connor waited for their server to finish pouring their glasses of water, racking his brain for a conversation starter since his first one had kind of flopped. He wasn’t much good at starting conversations suited for two people in their situation - out on a first date. He knew Olivia though, which was what made conversation even harder because he had to be careful what he said so she didn’t become suspicious. He’d have to pretend like he didn’t know much about her at all and start at the beginning which sucked really. He had one last brief look at his menu before laying it down on the table, he leaned in a little closer to Olivia, the table was between them so he didn’t get into her personal space this time. He wanted to be able to talk to her privately so the other guests dining around them couldn’t hear their conversation but also so they didn’t have to shout at each other across the table. It was also an excuse to get closer to her. Thankfully Olivia started off their conversation after his failed attempt. Her suggestion that they play a game where they asked each other questions was how he’d envisioned their first date starting off, though he’d thought she might have wanted to play it safe so it was a little surprising that she suggested such a game. Although truth or dare was a nice twist to the evening. He knew it was a game mortals liked to play sometimes, the fact that she wanted to play this sort of game made him wonder how “innocent” she really was. His lips turned up, slowly into a smile, a twinkle in his eye. “This should be fun.” He cleared his throat a moment later and settled into his seat before he got straight into it. He figured if she wanted to play this game then there was no beating around the bush or being shy about who might start them off. He wasn’t shy and she had just literally invited him to ask more tempting questions rather than your usual ‘what’s your favorite color?’. “Truth or Dare?” He wasn’t sure just yet what he wanted her to chose, both would be interesting, but whatever choice she made he knew he could work with. These are the rules I make Our chains were meant to break, You'll never change me
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Post by Yunalesca on Mar 30, 2019 17:13:11 GMT -8
"Truth or dare?" He asked of her and she smirked over the glass of water she had been provided by the waiter. The possibilities here were endless. She was debating if it had been a mistakes to let him make the first question or not. Although, if she had been the first to ask, what would she had wanted to know of him? She was genuinely curious about him as he was brave enough to ask her out. Only a handful of boys had been so brave this year and most she had turned down. Those she had accepted the offer of had been more her type; dark hair, dark eyes, and sex appeal that would drive any woman mad. Yet, Connor had been different from the others. She was still not sure of a motive, she wanted to believe he just wanted to know her despite it being a relative long shot, but she was cautious as so many had wanted to conquer her and add a notch to their proverbial broom stick. Was he the same? What difference does it make? Her mind thought as she swirled the straw around in her water glass. "I have to preface this with 'this is totally not like me." She started before taking a long draw on her glass of water. "I'll take a dare." She began with. An ever tantalizing smile hit her lips as she looked over at him. Again, he was the opposite of her type, but maybe that was the reason she felt so brave. She wanted to hear what he would say, she wanted to hear what this night would hold. Despite her persona she projected while at magic school, she was a direst person. She might attribute that to her mother or growing up with her adoptive cousins. Regardless, he might dare her to a kiss or more, but it would be best to get it out early. Before he could react or say something, the waiter had returned. She smiled at them and requested the squash risotto. With her training regimen, she realistically wanted more food than that, but she would manage. She wanted to project that her tiny figure was achieved by careful calorie management and not by demon hunting almost nightly. Of course everyone at school was a demon hunter in their own right, but she doubted they were out almost nightly as she felt like she was. Of course she would never say this to Connor. Although it was taxing on her body and mentally to be blending in with human and magical worlds on top of being 'related' to the Charmed Ones, she wouldn't say that to a new date. She had accepted the invitation on the prospect of forgetting about her real world cares. She was still a young woman and wanted to live it like a normal person, though that was something she would never be.
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Post by Serendipity on May 18, 2019 5:32:08 GMT -8
You say that you'll be there to catch me Or will you only try to trap me? _______________________________________________________________________________________________________
Connor wasn’t totally convinced that - considering her daring nature - she had never played a game like this with someone else before. Before he had time to react, perhaps even call her out on his suspicions, their waiter returned so he could take their orders. Connor wasn’t particularly hungry, but he couldn’t very well take Olivia out to dinner and not order something to eat himself. Having the waiter interrupt their conversation although annoying, gave the blonde haired male a chance to make a better decision on which path to take with Olivia tonight. The demon inside of him was definitely excited by the prospect of taking advantage of the situation, yet the human side of Connor warned him not to push her too far and blow his chances of ever going on another date with her. “The lasagne.” He ordered, not paying the waiter much attention because he was too busy watching Olivia and trying to decide what to do next. She’d chosen for him to dare her with something, but they were out in public so he had to keep it PG right? Once the waiter had left to put in their order, Connor leaned forwards once more, scooting his chair as far under the table as he could. A slow grin spread across his lips as he decided then what he was going to do, although it would now be up to Olivia if she would see it through or not. “Well...I think we should find out for sure whether or not there’s anything between us to warrant a second date.” He said, acknowledging out loud that he knew he wasn’t her usual type. He didn’t meet her criteria on the outside, he knew this much and since he couldn’t reveal his true identity and all of that to find out if she liked the other version of himself better he figured he could try and prove her wrong about the whole ‘type’ stigma a lot of humans had. “Let’s rip the bandaid off so to speak - Kiss me.” Connor dared her, raising brow as he waited for her answer and wondered if she would. They were after all in a public space, but for Connor it made it all the more interesting. He couldn’t deny that he was attracted to the girl sitting across from him, she was beautiful. But she was also more than that. She was something he couldn’t have - not really. And a lot of demons coveted that with which they could not have. These are the rules I make Our chains were meant to break, You'll never change me
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Post by Yunalesca on Aug 10, 2019 16:03:47 GMT -8
Kiss me he returned with and it took her a moment to process the request. If she had been holding something she might have dropped it in surprise. Given her flirtations with him, she shouldn't feel much surprise, but it was still quite the bold dare considering they'd had limited interaction up til now. They were also in public, such affections as he was requesting were generally reserved for somewhere more private unless you were as couple. On the surface he wasn't her type, but there was something she couldn't see that she found enticing. She brought her eyes to his in contemplation. She read something there, a question of whether she would do it and something else. She couldn't quite define what that underlying look was, but attributed it to some form of hunger. Would she do it? She had brought this upon herself and clearly had underestimated his boldness. She had been with bold men before but this was something else entirely. She knew so little of him and yet he still had the gall to push for this. So, will you do it? she saw still lingering in his eyes. She resisted the urge to break eye contact and show she wasn't nervous, but it was incredibly hard. A coy smile spread over he lips before she brought her hand up and reached for him. Her fingers brushed his neck, just below his ear, then she leaned in slowly. She felt the air between them shift and she couldn't be sure if it was herself or Connor who inhaled sharply. Was it surprise from him that she was actually doing this or surprise from herself for doing this? She couldn't think long about it before her lips found his. They were softer than she might have imagjned, a delicacy she had never considered possible. With his demeanor and boldness she suspected there would be a hardness to him, but the feel of his lips made her think she had been wrong about so much. Her lips parted slightly and she let the kiss deepen for only a moment, then she pulled away. She had meant to only offer something chaste on the lips, but that energy when their skin touched had made her lose herself. She couldn't bring her eyes to open yet as she pulled away slowly and her hand slipped back underneath the table. It took great control to bring her breathing back to normal and to chase the fire from her eyes. She felt it burning inside her like nothing had before. She was intoxicated with his taste, even with how brief that had been. She felt drunk on the flavor, drunk on the sensation of power and promise of what could further happen; it almost terrified her as this was not something she had felt before. At least, not in this amplified sensation. She wasn't attracted to his appearance, but there was clearly a spark ignited in that moment. She finally willed her eyes to open as she took a sip from her water. She peered at him over the rim, looking to see if he had felt it as well. She smiled slightly as her glass found the table again, bringing her hands up and folding them in front of her. "Now that the ice is broken, truth or dare?" She asked as others bustled around them, the venue filling up with dinner guests; she didn't notice them, however, her whole conscious self was focused on him. She felt like she was looking at him with new eyes. There had been little time to actually formulate an opinion on him, but what she had thought of him was facing away swiftly. She wouldn't say that whatever this was growing between them would be a long term, but it was safe to say at this point she was feeling more positive about what the remainder of the evening would hold.
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