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Post by Selina Raymond on Oct 1, 2016 23:31:43 GMT -5
“Well I’m assuming that if you’re on the run, you won’t be staying in any one place for too long. So unless you plan on sneaking into my sorority house to see me, I probably wouldn’t be able to find you again.” What an idea that was. A serial killer sneaking into a sorority house in the dark of night without killing anyone. Or maybe he would. Maybe he would kill one of her sorority sisters before departing. Maybe her luck would run out and he would decide to slit her throat. That might be for the best. Better to lose her life to a psycho than to lose her heart to one, right? But she was really getting ahead of herself. There was no real reason for her to believe she would ever do something that crazy.
Selina smiled shyly, looking down at the floor for a moment and then back up at him. “You think I’m pretty?” What the hell was she doing? Flirting with a serial killer? There was definitely something wrong with her. But honestly, the more time she spent talking to him, the more she found herself drawn to him. Was this one of those stereotypical Stockholm Syndrome situations? She hoped that she was not just becoming another textbook case of that shit. He hadn’t even taken her off the street that long ago, so there was more to it than that. It took longer than a few hours, and usually a lot more fear, to break someone’s mind and then re-mold it enough to make the person think they were in love with their captor. No, this wasn’t that kind of thing. This was something new. Something was either real, genuine connection, or the psychologists just hadn’t quite gotten around to giving it a name yet.
His expression changed once again, and he moved away from the window and back toward her. If it weren’t for the non-aggressive look on his face she might have thought that this was it, that he’d finally decided it was time for him to kill her. But no, she knew better. And she’d glimpsed the gun that he left by the window. She waited for him to stop and speak. Was he really offering her an option? “Of course,” she replied before standing up. “Where are we going?” That probably should have been her initial reaction, so she’d found out what their destination was BEFORE agreeing to go with him. Yeah, that would have been the smart thing to do. Selina was definitely not doing the smart thing. This was the only way she was going to be able to get close enough to Eric that she could help him get better. Yep. That was why she’d agreed so quickly and completely.
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Post by Eric Allen Carson on Jun 11, 2017 20:54:22 GMT -5
"What gives you the impression that I'm on the run?" the crazed murderer asked with an off putting tone. Sneaking into a sorority house did sound like fun, though. Even someone like him had to admit that. Finding peace, or a place to hang your hat, or even love, wasn't something that someone like Eric was focused on. There was no room for it really. The dangers that would ensue were just too great to risk anything of the sort. It was funny, though. These thoughts had never hit Eric so thoroughly before tonight...before meeting her. He wasn't sure what to think of that.
"I....what?" he stammered when she asked that question. "Well, yes," he answered, too quickly to stop himself. His expression change was obvious, a bit of embarrassment crossing his features. He looked away, towards the gun sitting by the window. Maybe he shouldn't leave it there. His right eye twitched a bit, but his face was turned so she wouldn't see it. He lowered his head. "No one has ever cared if I thought that before," he said solemnly. It was in that moment that he realized the truth, or at least part of the truth, of what was wrong with him. He was lonely. He looked back up towards the woman in front of him. He knew that he'd made quite a few mistakes tonight, and in a lot of those momentary lapses she could have made her escape. But she hadn't. Why? Was there some connection already? Was she intrigued by him? That bothered him a bit. More than he'd want to admit.
"Going to the roof," he answered, and he led her up there. "It's freeing, being up high. Exhilarating that you could lose your life with one small error in step." Once they'd gotten to the roof, he sat at the edge, his back turned to her. He knew that she could easily just push him. Somehow he already trusted that she wouldn't. "Part of me wishes for it," he admitted, looking back to her over his shoulder. "Part of me wishes that vigilante had finished the job that night. If he had, I wouldn't have hurt so many people since. I wouldn't have killed so many. If I'm being honest, I don't know why I do it." Was he opening up to her? What the fuck? And how could she possibly understand? She'd never taken a life before, he was sure. Maybe a mosquito or a roach or something meaningless, but never a person. A few tears started to roll down the repentant killer's cheeks. "I don't know," he sobbed.
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Post by Selina Raymond on Jul 23, 2017 20:27:04 GMT -5
“Well, you are a wanted man aren’t you?” she asked, surprised that he would even question why she might think he wouldn’t be sticking around. “I figure you wouldn’t stay in any one place for too long.” It was true that he’d managed to travel all the way across the country to get here from Mooncrest without getting caught. Maybe he was planning on settling here for a while, rather than staying on the run forever. The part that didn’t make as much sense to her was why he was choosing to stay in this country, rather than traveling to somewhere they didn’t have to worry about extradition. Maybe it had to do with his lack of control over his own impulses. If he moved elsewhere and then killed again, the hunt would start all over again. They had to find a way for him to gain control if he was ever going to find peace. Wait… they? Why was she allying herself with this man already? He might not want help, even if it was possible for her to do.
When he led her out of the room, Selina went along all-too willingly. She didn’t have much time to be surprised by her own behavior. Instead of taking her back down the stairs and out the door as she’d been expecting, he took her further up. To the roof. His explanation didn’t really answer the unasked question of why they were going up there at all, but that was no surprise. Nothing about this situation made any sense to Selina whatsoever. Or did it? Even she wasn’t sure anymore.
She followed him to the ledge, but did not sit. He was in pain again, talking about his kills and his wish for his own death. It made sense. Everyone thought about what might happen in the lives of loved ones and strangers if they were to suddenly disappear from the face of the earth. “Maybe those people would be alive now, or maybe they wouldn’t. Maybe something else would have taken them. Illness, an accident. Or maybe… by their own hand. No one lives forever.” She placed her feet on the edge of the rooftop and peered over the line at the ground below. “Maybe they wanted to die. The universe does work in mysterious ways…” Was that what she wanted too? Maybe that was why she was following this man. No one would think someone like her, who seemed to have it all, would have even the slightest hint of a suicidal urge. Those people didn’t know shit. Of course there were down times, and pressure so intense that it was blinding. But no, that wasn’t why she felt drawn to Eric Allen Carson. At least, she didn’t think so. “Besides, if you’d been killed back then, who knows what would have happened to me today. So I’m glad you’re alive, even if it’s for a purely selfish reason.”
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Post by Eric Allen Carson on Apr 7, 2018 21:31:24 GMT -5
Eric didn't tend to think long term. To him it just didn't seem to make sense really. Who was to say that he'd be alive long enough to do so? If he was being completely honest, the biggest reason why he left Mooncrest City was that vigilante. The serial killer was afraid of crossing paths with him again. Funny that he moved to a city where there were beings who were much more powerful. But none of them were as devoted to a cause. Unfortunately for Eric, he didn't know that the vigilante was in this city at the time. That knowledge would have likely driven the psycho bat shit. "That tends to happen when you kill people," he said softly, wiping tears away from his eyes. "I have found it easier to hide in plain sight in the past. Mooncrest was bad about crooked cops. They'd see me and not do anything about it. Here, I'm not so well known." He didn't believe so anyway. But she had heard of him before, so that meant others knew of him too. Maybe coming here had been a mistake. Only time would tell. But, he had met Selina from that potential mistake.
Being on the roof often helped the serial killer clear his mind after a kill. The sheer height of the building, the thinness of the air, it was all so...invigorating, but at the same time soothing. Eric didn't really know how to explain it, so he wouldn't even bother to try. He looked over at her, his head turning slowly, the glint of the specks of tears still rolling down his cheeks. He was sorry for killing the man, but at the same time it was just what he did. He was conflicted, but he always was. Making sense didn't matter when it was him, especially within his own mind. There was nothing else there to fill the void, except murder, the rise he got from feeling someone's life drain from their body at his hands. The rush, though, always came with the nightmares he got from the last looks his victims gave. They say never look someone you kill in the eyes. He just couldn't help himself.
She was right. He couldn't deny that her every word rang true. The fact was that everyone had to die at some time. Eventually it was the one fate that everyone had to face. So many people would use that as the reason for just enjoying life, so many others used it as an excuse to not enjoy life, to be more careful. Then there were those like Eric, who took their life into jeopardy every time he woke up in the morning. "Or maybe if I'd been killed back then, he never would have followed you, and you'd be home right now, relaxing. Not standing on a rooftop with a murderer," he answered. There was a rage in his tone, a deep seething anger, but it wasn't directed at her. His loneliness was taking over again. He breathed heavily, wiping away the remnants of his tears. He stood up and moved away from the ledge, but not before looking over once more. He saw himself falling, looking up and seeing nothing, looking down and seeing nothing. No one there in his final moments, and he knew that was how it would have to be. But that wasn't what right now was. He looked over at Selina with an off expression. Of all the things that had ever popped to mind, this was by far the craziest.
He stepped forward, towards her, but slowly, almost threateningly so. His hand moved up slowly to her neck and wrapped around, but only roughly enough to pull her close. He breathed another deep breath, with a slow exhale, and then closed his eyes. Opening them once again, he kissed her.
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Post by Selina Raymond on May 4, 2018 16:44:43 GMT -5
Selina found herself scoffing a little bit as they got further into the what-if scenarios about how this day might have played out if Eric had been killed back in Mooncrest. “Either way, I would have caught my boyfriend cheating on me and gone out shopping to try to get over it.” Graham had hurt her badly. It seemed almost suffocating at the time, when she’d walked in on him in bed with another girl. It felt so far off now, though. Had it really only been last week? To be fair, Selina had been through quite a lot in the last 18 hours. Hell, in the last couple of hours alone. It wasn’t everyday you saw someone die right in front of you. Well, maybe for Eric it was, but not for normal people. Part of her could still swear she felt the breeze from the bullet as it passed her by. “We could spend all night speculating about how things might have gone, but there is no real way of knowing. Just like there’s no knowing what the future might bring.”
All common sense told her that she should be regretting every step she’d taken leading her to this moment. She should have gone shopping somewhere else, something along those lines. Selina had no regrets about the choices she’d made today. Eric had still shown not even a hint of hostility toward her since they left the alley, so she was still confident he was going to keep his word and let her go unharmed. What was there, then, to regret? Possibly the dead body, the fact that she’d already seen one loss of life right in front of her. And at the hands of the man she was currently with, at that. Just because he said he had no intentions of hurting her didn’t mean something wouldn’t end up happening. They both knew he had impulse control issues. If he got the urge to kill again, and she was the only one around, there was a strong chance she would not survive the encounter. That fact should scare her shitless. It didn’t.
She watched his movements, away from the edge, and then toward her. There was a strange look in his eyes. The range of the emotional rollercoaster he’d gone on during the time she’d been in his presence was impressive, but this was something new. Should she be worried? It was hard to tell with him. His movements did seem a little threatening, so she wasn’t sure. The uncertainty nearly made her step backward. That wouldn’t have been a particularly smart move, considering she was standing on the edge of the roof. Instead she held her ground, even when he reached out and grabbed her neck. That was definitely different. Eric hadn’t touched her before, other than taking her by the hand when he’d asked her to come up here with him. Strangulation was the first thing that popped into her mind, but he merely pulled her toward him. And then… something unexpected. His kiss was everything. His lips were still a little salty from the earlier tears he’d shed. There wasn’t a single part of her that wanted to pull away. If she hadn’t already been completely drawn to him before, there was no doubting or denying it was true when she started to kiss him back.
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Post by Eric Allen Carson on May 12, 2018 7:21:53 GMT -5
Eric didn't understand sex. That was probably because he didn't believe in love. The idea that someone could be unselfish enough to care about your needs over their own was just ridiculous. Rape was even worse. How could someone get pleasure from being with someone that didn't want to be with them? He understood that everyone needed their release from time to time. Even he needed it, and would often tug one out before going to sleep at night. But love? No, there was no love. Even as his hand slowly moved to her back, pulling her closer and instinctually stepping away from the ledge, there was no love. In that brief moment before their lips touched, Eric wouldn't have known what came over him. But she was kissing him back now.
No one knew something about Eric. Before he'd snapped, he wanted to be a hero. All men had that hero complex, but that was just for his woman. Eric wanted to have powers, fly over the city and save people. He would often read comics in his foster homes, before he'd gotten kicked out for whatever reasons. One of his foster siblings had a small collection, and he let Eric read them sometimes. The boy enjoyed them, until one day they were out on the balcony. Eric was running around acting like he was flying, and the other boy told him to stop, worried that they may fall off. Eric didn't stop. He kept running. Eric tripped over his untied shoelace and ran into the boy, who fell over the railing. Eric reached out to try to save him, but he couldn't. His foster father saw the last fleeting moments as Eric tried to reach out, but it appeared from his viewpoint that Eric had pushed the boy. The beating that Eric took that night was second only to the one he'd taken at the hands of the vigilante. Belt marks and bruises covered the young child's body, even as he shouted that he'd tried to help the kid. His foster father didn't believe him. All this had happened after Eric had killed his own parents. He was trying to put that behind him, learn to be better. To be the hero. But no one was a hero for him that day. No, heroes didn't exist either.
In the moment that she started kissing him back he realized just how wrong he was. After all this time, the years of hurt, torment, the countless bodies left in the wake of Eric's rampage, he believed in heroes again. It was her. No one would have even gotten that close to him willingly, allowed him to press a kiss on her. Did she know the effect she was having on him? Tears rolled down his cheeks again, his lip quivered as he finally pulled away. He stepped a few steps away, turning to the side and letting the tears fall freely. Heroes existed. "You're," he started, but the tears caught in his throat. He couldn't say it. You're saving me. You're saving me.
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Post by Selina Raymond on May 19, 2018 21:20:12 GMT -5
There had never been anything in Selina’s life that felt like this. All that time spent in some kind of ivory tower, and now here she was. In front of one of the most dangerous and unpredictable men in the city, if not the entire country, and loving every second of it. The way she was feeling right now, it was difficult for her not to start believing the things she’d done in her life, the choices she’d made, all led her here. She wanted to help him. If a cure was not possible, maybe she could help him focus these urges of his. If this fire ended up consuming her too, that was a risk she was willing to take. Especially if she was going to be able to give him something no one else had bothered to. It made her wonder when the last time was that he’d experienced kindness, or a gentle touch. Hell, it made her wonder when the last time was that he’d gotten laid. Obviously he wasn’t stable enough to carry on a relationship. Maybe he’d had a one-night stand or two, but Selina kind of doubted even that much going by the wide range of his emotions she’d been subject to over the course of just the last couple of hours.
This was quite possibly the most dangerous gamble of them all, betting that she would ever have any kind of control or influence whatsoever over a maniacal serial killer. There would be no backing out of this, either. If she made the decision to stay by his side, once that was done, she couldn’t get out of it. Especially if she actually did manage to win his trust. Trying to vanish or leave him after that would cause a whole new trigger for him that would undoubtedly end with him lashing out in rage. She would die, and a whole bunch of other people probably would too. Knowing that, was she really ready to do this? To offer this to him? It wasn’t something he’d asked for, even if he had already expressed a desire to see her again after tonight.
Tears. She felt them running down his face just before he pulled away from the kiss. Her eyelids fluttered open, and she watched him step away from her. Had she done something wrong already? No. There was no visible anger on his face. It wasn’t even that he looked particularly sad. Something else had caused these tears. He started to speak, but his words fell short. Selina stepped around so she was in front of him again, placing her hands on either side of his face as she spoke again softly. “Hey… don’t do that. Talk to me. Tell me what’s on your mind?” Her thumbs delicately wiped away the trails on his face from all the tears shed. Even with his eyes slightly swollen from all the crying, she still found him so handsome. Maybe that made her just as crazy as he was, but she didn’t care.
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Post by Eric Allen Carson on Jun 6, 2018 19:27:56 GMT -5
Of all the things. There was never any desire in the serial killer's life to actually feel something for someone. No one had ever tried to break through to who he really was. The scared little boy was just that, and would always be just that. He thought back to his former days, remembering the good times and bad, but the bad always stood out more, as it had a tendency to do for everyone. Tears streaking down Eric's face, he couldn't even believe himself, what he'd done. Once, in school he'd kissed a girl, and she'd run off, acting like she was happy about it. But somehow, even at that young age he'd known that she would forget him quickly. And indeed she did, all it took was Nate Hall's huge biceps and she was putty in the jock's hands. Even a girlfriend he'd had for a few weeks was the same way. Naturally, Eric had killed both of those girls and the men they'd cheated on him with. The whens and wheres were a little foggy to him still. But just like with every kill, he regretted it. It was like saying something that you don't mean. Once it comes out of your mouth, you can't put it back.
His head hung low, turning quickly and looking over the edge. Better that the vigilante had killed him that day....maybe he should just jump. The pain in his heart told him to do just that. But somehow he just couldn't. He was scared. For all the death he'd caused, all the hurt and pain, maybe he deserved to hurt too. Initially, he'd killed to get back at people for the hurt they caused him. Was karma coming back on him now? When would it stop? And how? These were questions that he was sure he wouldn't ever be able to answer. At least, until the fateful day that he met his end. Only then could he know. His soul was torn between hate and a deep depression. Meds wouldn't do any good, and life was too short to not live like you're dying. Because we all are. It just takes some of us a longer time.
He'd tried to pull away from her, but she wasn't having any of it. He'd hurt for a long time, but he'd never had the feeling that his world was falling apart. It was odd. He'd kissed a beautiful woman, and she'd even returned it, but yet, still he was agonizing inside. His mind was jumbled, tortured, and he didn't know any way to fix it. But maybe she would. "I," he started, but the words just wouldn't come out. He took a deep breath, slowly exhaling. Her hands were so warm, her eyes inviting. "You're trying to save me," he said slowly. Maybe she was, or maybe she was just trying to get out of this situation. He didn't know for sure. "No one has ever done that. Been there for me. I...when the vigilante nearly killed me, I thought, just for a brief moment, I thought that maybe I deserved it. But then fear kicked in, and...and," he stopped again, taking a breath. "I pleaded with him. I begged for my life. But he wouldn't listen. He just...pummeled me." The guy wasn't wrong to do it, and Eric knew that. But he was supposed to be a hero, right? Did heroes not listen to people? "But you. You care? Why?"
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Post by Selina Raymond on Jun 18, 2018 16:37:53 GMT -5
Save him? Is that what she was trying to do? Selina wasn’t sure exactly what her goal was. Of course she wanted to help him, if it was possible. The fact that he was telling her no one had really ever been there for him in his life was heartbreaking to her. No wonder he’d turned out this unstable. Yet, there seemed to be some kind of hope for him still. His moral compass wasn’t that fucked up. He knew what he did was wrong, and felt guilty for it the majority of the time. At least, it seemed to her that he was like this the majority of the time. She would have to spend more time around him for her to know that for certain. The pattern seemed to be a few minutes of unquenchable bloodthirst followed by a much longer period of self-hatred and remorse. The problem as far as she could see was that he couldn’t control his impulses. His psychiatrists in the past must have been drooling over the possibility of writing papers or even books on his condition.
Maybe one day he would tell her his story. Assuming she would live long enough, that is. Based on his comments, it seemed like he had a certain amount of faith that she was earnest about wanting to get closer to him. That was good. It would be important to establish that kind of trust if she wanted him to open up to her.
“Why...?” That was an excellent question. Why did she care about this man at all? How was it possible for her to even consider putting her life on the line to help him? The truth was she didn’t know the answer to either of those questions. Things had been progressing so quickly that she hadn’t really had time to think about her motivations. “I’m not really sure,” she admitted. If she was going to get this man to trust her, she figured the best way would be honesty. He wasn’t a dumb man, and the last thing Selina wanted was to be caught in a lie. She had a feeling that wouldn’t end very well for her. He had to understand on a certain level, though. He’d admitted on numerous occasions that he didn’t know why he did what he did. Expecting her to have all the answers wasn’t necessarily realistic. Then again, the mind of a serial killer wasn’t always realistic in the first place. She should probably at least attempt some kind of explanation and hope it was enough to satisfy him.
“I do care. No one should have to be alone like that if they don’t want to be.” She knew some people who revelled in their alone time, but in the end humans were still social creatures. “It just… feels right, I guess. Trying to relieve you of some of this pain you feel constantly. Not just because I want to help people as a psychologist. There’s something else. Something I can’t really describe.” Breaking eye contact with him, she looked down and shook her head softly. “I guess that doesn’t really make any sense.”
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Post by Eric Allen Carson on Jul 7, 2018 8:23:42 GMT -5
When you were alone, truly alone, it is easily the worst feeling there is to have. Solace can be comforting, but there is always that unquenchable desire for companionship, for someone to just be there to talk to, chat with, gossip or even to love you. Eric had never felt the true companionship of someone before, and it weighed heavily on him. He hurt, so much and so completely that the hate just took over at times. He was so frustrated with life in general that people just looked to him like they were meat sacks who deserved to be bled dry. Was it wrong to feel that way? Yes. But it was also wrong to treat someone like him the way the world had done. People could be good, full of generousness and kindness, but Eric had never experienced that from another human being. Until now. And admittedly, it scared him. Usually when he got scared, he ran. But it was so easy to stay. When the world hates you it's easy to hate yourself. There was nothing that Eric knew better than hate. It came from that hurt, but she seemed to somehow understand, or at the very least she was willing to listen, to let him tell his story, to let him explain how he hurt so much. What was her angle? Certainly she wanted to get out of this alive, but that didn't seem to be why she was talking to him the way she was. She seemed.....genuine.
Honesty. He didn't expect that from anyone anymore. But when she said "I'm really not sure," he knew she was honest. He looked away briefly, then back at her, nodding in understanding. Part of him reached out, feeling that deep within her she somehow maybe felt alone as well. It made sense. For someone who decided that the study of how a human's brain works could be setting themselves up on a lonely path. She didn't deserve to be lonely, not like Eric did. Or at least he felt like he deserved it. He'd never been given any reason to believe that he didn't deserve to hurt the way he did.
"But it makes perfect sense," he chimed in when she looked down. "You're a good person, honest and true. I wish I could be like that." He looked away, walking over to the edge of the building again. "I'm sorry if I've scared you in any way tonight. My impulses, I can't control them sometimes. Sometimes I just don't know what I'm doing. I - I lose it. I lost it tonight when that guy came up to you." That was a revelation to even him. It was almost like he was playing the hero, but in truth, she was the hero of this story. "Would you like to go back inside? It looks like it might rain soon, and I'm sure you'd like to get home."
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Post by Selina Raymond on Aug 18, 2018 14:12:29 GMT -5
A good person, honest and true. Selina definitely had fallen short of that in her life. Then again, who hadn’t? No one was perfect. But for him to say that he wanted to be like that… “What have you lied to me about? You’ve been every bit as honest as I have today.” Maybe this wasn’t his normal behavior. That could be proof that she was already being a good influence on him. There was no real way to know for sure. He could just be a great liar. Many serial killers were. They were able to live entirely normal lives outside of the killing, to compartmentalize that side of themselves so completely that even friends, spouses, and children would have no idea of the monster that lurked within. Eric didn’t seem to be like that, though. By his own admission, he didn’t seem to be able to control his impulses enough to have that kind of normal life. That unpredictability made him probably more dangerous than the average psycho, but it also made it easier for her to believe his words when he spoke. She trusted him, at least when it came to the words he spoke.
“You did scare me at first,” she admitted. It seemed like it would be better for her to continue being honest with him. He seemed to appreciate that quality about her, which meant it was probably one of the things that kept her safe. “When you were pointing the gun at me. Once we got back to your place though, everything changed.” She couldn’t deny that she wasn’t eager to see again whatever side of him he’d shown her originally. “Since then, you’ve shown remorse, compassion, intelligence… all good qualities. I may not understand what’s going on in your mind a lot of the time, but I can say with a fair amount of confidence that I don’t think you’ll hurt me.” Not intentionally, anyway. Her next step would have to be finding the things that set him off so she’d know what to avoid, if she wanted to continue being around him and trying to help him. Which she did.
He mentioned rain. Selina looked up at the dark clouds and nodded her head. “Good idea. Would you like to walk me home?” she offered. Hopefully he would realize the implications of this. She was willing to show him where she lived. Her fear of him, for the most part, was gone. And if he ever needed her, she wanted him to know where he could find her. Because she trusted him. Because she cared about him.
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Post by Eric Allen Carson on Aug 30, 2018 20:51:16 GMT -5
Eric just didn't know. Something inside of him had changed tonight. He felt some level of calm around Selina. It was the first time he'd ever remembered taking a full breath without the weight of the world bearing down on him. He wasn't hurting, or at least he didn't feel like he was. It made all the difference. He shook his head in answer to her question. He had not lied at all to her, and that in itself was strange to him. It was so easy for him to concoct some story, no matter how ridiculous, but everything tonight had been the truth. She just brought that out in him. Maybe his life was changing. Maybe he could eventually be the person that he wanted to be, better, stronger, calmer. Was she the key to that? It certainly seemed so, if only for tonight anyway. He found that he hoped it wouldn't change. But what if she was just putting this out there so she could get away from him? No. That wasn't her. He'd already decided that that wasn't her.
He nodded when she admitted that he'd scared her. Of course he had, and he was genuinely sorry for it. The gun. The gun always did it. People were always scared when it came to that, the threat that a gun, or any weapon, produced. He looked at her with a calm expression that he'd not remembered ever giving, and even the tears had started to dry. He wiped away the streaks as best as he could and rubbed his eyes. "I won't," he answered when she said she had confidence that he wouldn't hurt her. "I won't let myself." Deep within, he found that courage to muster up the determination that he wouldn't. None of his impulses would ever push him to that. He would learn to control it, and maybe this was the beginning. In a city full of super powered individuals and people calling themselves heroes, Eric had just met an actual hero. He couldn't have forseen it, but it happened. He was glad that it did.
He nodded again. "I would," he answered. And he did get the implication. She was trusting him with where she lived. "I usually stay here, in this apartment, unless I'm being tailed or I need to lay low. I have another safehouse downtown." He had a few more, and he'd eventually show them to her if she wanted to see them. He stopped at the door to go back into the building and turned around. "Would you mind if...." he stopped mid question, lowered his head and took a deep breath. Fuck it. He kissed her again.
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Post by Selina Raymond on Sept 22, 2018 19:30:37 GMT -5
He was going through some kind of evolution right in front of her. Selina didn’t know what to think of it. It was possible the shifts in his personality were always drastic from moment to moment, but Eric even seemed surprised by his resolve to not harm her. With the cycles of emotions she’d seen before they came up onto the roof, he seemed resigned to the chaos and hadn’t seemed to have much fight left in him to battle those demons of his. He was familiar with each of those sides of his own personality. Even his voice sounded a little different after he’d wiped the tears from his face. That determined look in his eye sent a small thrill throughout her body. It was no coincidence that these breakthroughs were happening while she was here, she believed that. Whether directly or indirectly, she was helping him.
Selina followed him toward the door, and nearly collided with him when he abruptly stopped. “Hmm?” she voiced, encouraging him to continue when she heard him ask a question and then stop himself. He hadn’t needed any extra push, it seemed, considering the fact that his lips were pressed against hers once again shortly thereafter. He’d wanted another kiss, despite the way their first one had ended. “No, I don’t mind at all,” she told him, but was only able to keep her lips away from his a the briefest of moments before she found herself drawn into his kiss once again. Not that she was bothered by it. In fact, she wrapped her arms around his neck because she didn’t want it to stop. Hopefully this time it wouldn’t make him cry. Normally tears are a perfectly healthy thing, but Selina was hoping to get him to a place of stability, at least for a little while. It would make it easier for her to try to learn what drove him off the edge if she had a control sample to compare it to.
The universe brought them both back to some semblance of reality. Selina was so absorbed in the moment that she barely felt the first few drops of rain fall on her face and shoulders. Once they became more frequent, though, she slowly pulled away from Eric and brought her attention toward the sky. She sighed. “Come on, we should head in…” Reaching out, she took his hand while opening the door on the other side. She didn’t know how much longer the rain was going to go for, so it was hard to tell whether they should try to wait it out or hurry on to her place now before it got much worse.
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Post by Eric Allen Carson on Nov 3, 2018 8:30:15 GMT -5
The kiss. It was the most wonderful thing that Eric had ever experienced. It was perfect, both soft and at the right times hard. Her skin was flawless, her body pressed against his...it just felt right. What was happening to him? He couldn't imagine. He couldn't see just how much she had meant to him in this short amount of time without wondering to himself how it had come to be. But in the moments their lips lingered together, it just felt right. There was just something about this woman that drew him in from the start. Most guys felt like that, he was sure, because of her body. Her ass was as amazing as it was possible to be, combined with her height and proportions....the thought drove him mad. As if he wasn't already....
It was good to have heard that she didn't mind, and the fact that she was kissing back didn't hurt either. There was a stability in love, even Eric knew that. Is that what this was though? Was it possible to feel such an intense and complicated emotion in such a short amount of time? So many questions invaded his mind, questions that maybe one day he'd find the answers to. There were no tears when he finally pulled away this time, though in fact he didn't want to pull away. That moment was, he didn't even know how to describe it to himself, really. He didn't believe in God, or any universal force of the like, but something had drawn these two together. What was it? She could, and seemed like she wanted to, help him. No one had ever acted like that before.
"Yeah," he answered when she mentioned they should get inside. Just as they stepped inside though, the bottom fell out. Rain pounded the ground beneath and Eric knew instantly that waiting out the storm was the better option. It wouldn't do to have her get sick from being out in that. He took a minute when they were back in his place to close the windows and stare out one. There was something calming about rain. He'd always felt that way. He looked back at her and took a deep breath. "It shouldn't be raining for too long, and I'll walk you home after," he told her with the smallest of smiles coming to his face. Now that was something that didn't happen often.
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Post by Selina Raymond on Dec 8, 2018 15:53:25 GMT -5
It was a good thing they’d gone inside when they had. Selina could tell just from the sound the rain was making as it hit the roof just how bad it was out there now. Probably not a good idea to try to walk home in that. It was so odd though. She didn’t remember having seen anything about rain in the forecast for today. Who was she kidding. She barely paid attention to the forecast most of the time. Normally she just looked outside in the morning and dressed accordingly. That meant sometimes, like today, she got caught in the rain without a jacket or umbrella and she just had to deal with it. If it was that big of a deal, she would have changed that habit of hers long ago.
In this case, the rain was definitely not a bad thing. It meant more time with Eric. Even if he was planning to walk her home when the weather cleared a little, it wasn’t like he’d be able to come in and stay for a while. Even if he wasn’t a wanted murderer, the sorority’s house mother did her best to keep men out unless there was a party or something going on. The girls were usually able to find a way to sneak in boyfriends or side flings, but they had to be careful about it. She’d have to warn Eric about that too, in case he ever wanted to come visit her. It would be easiest to explain once they were there, so she could show him exactly how to reach her room undetected.
They went back to his room, and he went to the windows. Good idea. In all the excitement of the kiss, she’d forgotten they were left open. It wouldn’t be good to have all this water getting into his place. She stood next to him, also taking a moment to watch the rain outside. “I’m not in a hurry,” she commented when he said it wouldn’t be long before they could head back to her place. Turning to look at him, she was surprised to find him smiling. Like an actual, genuine smile. Of course she gave him one of her own in response. “That’s a good look for you,” she said playfully. He really was very handsome when he had control over his emotions and didn’t have one of those murderous expressions on his face.
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