Jamison's Father Day Present -= Jamison =-

by Violet Sun Jun 20, 2010 1:35 am

Did she think of the Wizard as a father figure? Nope. But it was father's day and she did not know if Jamison was going to get anything for it. Did that mean she didn't want to give him anything? Of course it didn't. But it wasn't like she got out that often, and her supply of items were rather...limited. Because Gwen was sleeping, she crept around the room, taking a bright red ribbon, and writing Happy Father's Day upon it, before slipping back to kitten form. Rolling herself in the ribbon. Carefully she padded out of the room, and down the hallway, down the steps, tumbling once or twice when tail went over head, due to the ribbon. Random sounds escaped the kitten at those times.

Once she reached Jamison's door she would paw at his door, with the scratch scratch she gave him. She would be looking around the hallway, because if no one showed up, a moment after he opened his door, she would shift into her human form, a small purple bruise on the inside of her knee from her stair incident. A blink of lashes, and a stretch of her form, if everything happened correctly.

by TheWarden Sun Jun 20, 2010 1:14 pm

Jamison did not take long to answer the door. you wouldn't guess it, but Jamison even in the shower could hear the small scratched on the door. Well maybe not hear them but he felt them. an enchantment on his door alerted him when anyone was tampering with it. may it be an innocent young girl who wanted to say hello of a dangerous person trying to get past the wards upon it.

Being that he had just showered. When Jamison answered the door, he only half dressed. a pair of fleece comfortable pants tied around the waist. he was shirtless, which wasn't something that happened often. It wasnt that Jamison wasn't proud of his body, in fact he was incredibly proud of it, he certainly had a body worth being proud of. and he worked at it. keeping in amazing shape. Truth is Jamison could probably compete on par with Olympians. he only liked people to believe that he wasn't. He also had fresh tattoo on his chest, it was the LeFey family crest.

The Wash of magical energy that filled the hallway flickered the lights linings its walls. and Jamison's sword was out an in his hand. but of course when he was it was Violet, wearing a strategically wrapped ribbon the Warden withdrew the expelled energy and rose a brow. He tried to get a read on what the ribbon said but couldn't quite make it out without looking crass.

"Violet, you are certainly a preferred sight at my door. wont you come in?" The wizard wore a bit of a grin when he spoke.The sword he held was placed back within his cane, and he stepped back so she could enter. And when she did, Jamison would be re missed if he didn't enjoy the view from behind when she entered the room.

by Violet Sun Jun 20, 2010 2:22 pm

That would not be a surprise if one knew that Jamison had wards on his door. Surely he had to have such for what he was. And how else would one hear the small kitten scratches that found there way upon his door. Did she visit anyone else in the Inn? Nope. Did she have things against the other’s in the inn? Nope, but she didn’t have a reason to visit the others, especially when no one knew whom she was, except for the one that she shared her secret with.

The energy that flickered the lights, was not noticed, she had other things on her mind. Like the body that the old man had been hiding. Not that it changed how she felt or even her way of coming to see him today as she had. But it was a pleasant surprise, she had not thought him out of shape, but did not realize just how in shape he was. The tattoo upon his chest was not unnoticed either, as her gaze flickered over it. Noticing the sword, she would turn a grin up to Jamison. “Isn’t that a little much for the removal of a ribbon?” Oh, she knew that wasn’t why he had the sword, but that didn’t stop the comment.

When he spoke she nodded a bit. “Good morning, Jamison.” When he said about her coming in she would, he had invited her in, so she would not think about the wards, figuring it would be safe. Most men did not invite a practically naked chick into their room to have some strange ward behead them or something of the such. She did not enter until after the sword was put back into his cane,

After she entered his room, she would toss a look over her shoulder, a smile touching her lips. “I really hope you don’t mind my stopping by so early. I did not know if you had any plans for father’s day.” Once she was in the room, she stopped not to far from the door, and turned to face him, a impish little grin playing upon her lips. She would wait until he moved into his room a step or two away from the door, usually he closed the door, not saying he was going to, but she was waiting, patiently, even if one would not be able to tell she was waiting for that, by looking at her.

Once the door was shut, she would take steps towards Jamison, perhaps something made her bolder then she had been in the past. Surely the man knew the girl was attracted to him? Stopping in front of him, her hand lifted, finger tips pressing against his chest opposite of his tattoo. Her eyes went from his tattoo up to his face. One did not always just act on thoughts and impulses, one sometimes watched to see how things effected others.

by TheWarden Sun Jun 20, 2010 5:35 pm

"I haven't got any scissors.Good Morning Violet" his response to her first comment When she turned to face him,he was indeed closing the door, which closed with a satisfying click. A press of his hand against the door reset the wards upon it and he took a step towards the young lady wearing the ribbon. "I've no plans. My Daughter, she is not with us today. " which was technically true. Spider had taken to hibernation over the solstice. Jamison did not object to it, as he knew just how strong the pull was before he made his choice. He could not imagine how hard it was for her at her age.

When she stepped forward into him, Jamison reached up to intercept her hand when it got close to his tattoo. it was an unfinished enchantment and Spider needed to finish her own in order it to be complete. until then he couldn't allow anyone to touch it. of course the movement was slow. not meant to frighten her or anything, it was just an easy movement. The aura around Jamison was also much stronger then previously. as he was not dampening it by his clothing currently. The Warden gave her hand a squeeze, watching her eyes. her affections where not unknown to the man. But, you may not have guessed it, but Jamison was not the most emotionally available human being on the planet. He was able to manage a softly spoken question.

"Thank you for the gift Violet. Have you other plans for your day?" he watched her eyes as he spoke. still holding onto her hand.provided she didn't have any other plans perhaps he'd ask her to stay.

by Violet Sun Jun 20, 2010 7:01 pm

His words caused a laugh. "I shall have to keep notes, or get you a pair. Don't want to mar the flesh." Not that she did not think he could of used said sword and not nicked her. She would bet well she didn't have anything on her currently save the ribbon, but she would of bet that, that he wouldn't of. Was that a small breath of relief that his daughter was not there? Maybe just a hint of one, she would not want to offend Jamison, it was not his fault that the two did not see eye to eye. "Sorry to hear that." She was in part, because it was fathers day and his child was not there, so there would be sincerity in her words.

Her hand had been going towards his chest that was true, but it wasn't going towards the tattoo but the other side. When his hand moved upwards and grabbed her's before she could touch him, she would not shy away. His moment was not very frightening nor was she scared of him. Which she should be because she could feel the power radiating off of him. Logically she took the action into thought, the fact that he grabbed her hand, meant he was touching her, the tattoo looked fresh. So perhaps it was not the fact she was going to touch him it was that he did not want the newly inked flesh touched. She could get that, not that she had a tattoo of her own, but she had seen more then one. When he gave her hand a little squeeze it would be returned. Her gaze did not flicker off of him though. Watching. Curious. Bah who was talking about being emotionally available the man had to have closets full of baggage! It wasn't like she wanted marriage. Her mind was probably the farthest from that.

When she was looking at him, her gaze moved between his nose and his forehead. Never attempting to meet his eyes. He had given her a warning about that, in the beginning, so she would not attempt that, unless he did. Did she have plans for the day? "My only plans for the day was to come see you." That was true enough she did not make other plans, because she was not sure how long her visit to him would last, it was fathers day not fathers minute or a hour right?

by TheWarden Sun Jun 20, 2010 8:57 pm

"I'm very deft with the blade, it is easily within my ability to not only trim the ribbon from your body... I could fashion it into a skirt for you. all without touching your skin"maybe that was stretching the truth just a bit but he didn't say he couldn't use magic. so it was anyone's ballgame. " I'm more then certain she would visit where it within her abilities this day.. I will see her tomorrow." Which was all he was going to say about that. he didn't begrudge spider, not one bit. and it was true, he would be there when she woke.

Jamison watched her eyes as they darted , away from his own, she was smart. and listened well, when he had advised against that action. "Violet, There is something that you must see..." words came softly, just louder then a whisper He trailed off, offering her hand another squeeze before both came up to frame her face, each thumb petting slightly at her cheek. With her face cupped within his hands, Jamison's eyes set upon hers. locking her gaze with his own. It was true he had warned her to avoid his eyes lest she be pulled into a soul gaze. Now it seems he was intentionally pulling her into one.

The process would take a few seconds, and build, like a tingling behind her eyes. before a door opened and she would all at once, in the time of a second see Jamison's entire life. Every choice that lead him here. see what Jamison saw himself as.

Jamison's mind was a fortress, tall and stone. impenetrable. Though it was dark, rather lifeless. And his life. It was over two hundred years, appearing to her all at once. his joys a child. First Love, and the day he sacrificed his Fae blood in order to save his family. There where the years that he spent as an apprentice,suffering through the pain and mental torment that forged him into the iron willed Warden that stood before all now. The Darker aspects of his life included bringing death to countless creatures through the years. Even his own inflicted torture in order to garner information from his targets.

He had even killed many children, not much different the violet. Though they where victims of Dark Magic. Breakers of one of the ten laws of magic. the Laws themselves stood out in his mind, towered over all else. they where the basis of all things that Jamison did in his life.

Standing just below the Laws where his memories of his Daughter. All of the joys, their lives growing up, the happy times they spent together. and the fracture that began between them early in her adult life. through it all Jamison never stopped loving his daughter. Putting his own life on the line for her during a trial.

Buried, deep within him where the memories of Spider's mother. Jamison's Ex-wife. it was a sea of mixxed emotions, love, anger,hate,fear it all ran together mixed and mashed up. ebbing away to more rage in his recent memories of the queen of the summer court of the Fae.

All of that flashed within Violet's eyes carried within her mind as if it had all happened to her, the soul gaze lasted only a few seconds but would feel infinitely longer. and all of it would stick with her, able to be recalled as if it where only yesterday that any of it happened.

The Soul gaze was a two way street of course. Jamison would be shown the same of hers. though it was probably significantly less. seeing as how she hadnt lived that long.

A blink severed the connection between them, and Jamison let his hands all from her face to her shoulders, and then down to her arms. watching her face. searching for her reaction to all of that. It was a test that would have had to come someday, why not get it out of the way earlier rather then later.

by Violet Sun Jun 20, 2010 10:24 pm

A grin, “It would be a rather short skirt.” If he just used the ribbon, it could also be a very holey skirt. He had not made specifics, nor was she asking him too. That wasn’t what she was there for, for him to make her father’s day ribbon into a skirt. “Though you could use the words upon it around the waist. One might wonder why the skirt said Happy Father’s Day upon it.” That made her smile. And if he had not yet read it he knew would know what it would say. A smile touched her lips, “That is good that you will get to see her tomorrow then.” She did not ask any questions.

She had a good teacher. He told her in the beginning and she took his words on that. He would know. She had not met any wizard that she could recall, and she would not question his word, not on that. She blinked, something she needed to see, that sounded bad. It was almost like when someone was breaking up with you, and they said the dreaded, ‘we need to talk line.’ Only they weren’t together there was no breaking up, less he was breaking off of their friendship because he knew how she felt? Fiddlesticks. But he gave her hand a squeeze, which would be answered in kind. Her hand fell to her side, as his hands pressed against her cheeks, rubbing gently at the flesh of her cheek. And his eyes locked upon hers. Now she might of looked confused at first, for wasn’t that the very thing he warned against?

The tingling behind her eyes made her want to close her lids, but she did not, eyes were kept open and upon Jamison. She might not know him that good, but she knew he would not just grab a random person and do such a gaze upon them, unless he wanted them to see something.

It was odd how so many things could appear so quickly. Flickers of emotions would cross her features. The beginning years of his, the sacrifices, the pain and torment, the darker aspects, the killing of children. Though it seemed that had a reason it wasn’t as if he did it for fun. The laws of magic as they flickered would show exactly why he did what he did. His daughter, she would of never questioned his love for her, that was not something one would. A father and a daughter had a special bond even when it was slightly broken. Nor would she be surprised at all by the feelings for Spider’s mother.

In return he would see her mind was a rather open book. Childhood playing with brothers and sisters, lots of kids, love and laughter. The first time she shifted her shape into a humming bird so she might fly above the ground. The feeling of being free and unhampered not tied to the ground, the excitement almost vibrated from her. Various other shapes she had shifted into after her first time would flash. Her first crush, who happened to die the same time her family did, making things even harder. Coming home at age twelve to find her whole village burned to the ground. The years passing of numbness a blank before she had started to rebuild her life. It was in that moment that Azlin had found her, helped the young girl out, and later in payment she was asked to watch over Gwendolyn. Anything else that would show would be of her times with Gwen. Which he already knew. There was nothing dark or sinister in her, no real big secrets, her life had only started to begin when things had taken away all that mattered to her.

When he blinked, she would not forget what she had seen, it was in her mind now, not even after her own blink. She felt his hands move from her face, to her shoulders to her arms, she did not shrug away from him. She actually moved her arms though, to slip her hands into his, giving both his hands a gentle somewhat strong squeeze, though she did not let go of his hands. That was the reaction she had to what he had shown her, and a hint of a smile. Not because of what he showed her but because he did show her. He could of kept all of that from her, if he wished too, she would of never initiated such a gaze between them. Nor would she of asked him questions about that. The sort that lived in the present she had become. It was easier not to rely on people. She would not see him in a bad light, because reasons and beliefs had caused actions, that others might take to twist negatively. It was not as if Jamison slaughtered innocents for sport.

by TheWarden Wed Jun 23, 2010 12:31 am

Jamison returned the squeeze to her hands. he was able to meet her gaze now without fear of the soul gaze. his eyes watched her in the silence that followed the soul gaze.

To her smile Jamison offered a slight one of his own. looking from her eyes down at the ribbon again. and then back up to her eyes. a hand giving hers a squeeze before he released one of them his hand once again bracing her face.

"A Soul gaze shows other who it is we are at our core... Where nothing is hidden behind the veils of pretty words.... Now you know who I am Violet..." He was able to hold her eyes while he spoke, words coming softly carrying just a bit of latent power, he couldn't really help that. not while shirtless. and in his place of power.

by Violet Wed Jun 23, 2010 1:01 am

Now if he had kept his eyes upon her nose or her forehead, she would of followed suit, because of what he had said in the beginning. But when he looked at her eyes, well part of her wanted to dart them away. Habits were hard to go away. If he had expected to see negative emotions flicker upon her features, he would be waiting a long time, because of the things she saw, she also saw why. Nothing like a good ole random killing spree without reason. And she did not lie about the ribbon, the bright red ribbon, did say happy fathers day.

For a girl that spent most of her time in a form that she could not speak, she wasn't doing such a good job of speaking now either. But some moments and things were better expressed in other ways, then the verbal word. When his hand squeezed her own would squeeze back, before falling to her side. When his hand touched the side of her face, her head tilted into his hand. She obviously was not running.

Now, the curiosity would kick in. "Did you think seeing that would change the way I see you?" And then it hit her, "Does it change how you see me?" She did not think anything from her mind should of changed how he saw her, except for maybe how he saw her because seeing what she did, it did not change the way she felt. She did lean on instinct at times, as she had with Jamison from the start, when she revealed herself to him. "Your still Jamison." She did mean that, she even smiled a bit. Oh the fact he was shirtless was not lost on her, she just was doing her best trying not to get caught, when her eyes dipped from his face. Give the girl a break, hot guy, hot body, girl that spent way to much time in a kitty form. She knew Jamison had power, instead of frightening, it was more exciting.

by TheWarden Sat Jun 26, 2010 1:16 pm

Jamison's smile brightened just a bit when he was finally able to read the words printed on the ribbon. It wasn't any secret that any man on the face of the earth wouldn't mind an attractive leggy blond wearing only a ribbon at their door.

"Perhaps so... but know it does not change my opinion of you. " Maybe he did think that the soul gaze would change the way she thought about him but Jamison absolutely knew his opinion of her would not change of her. He was also pleased of the fact her opinion of him did not change.

"As you are still Violet..." words passed quietly through his lips before Violet would feel the press of his lips against her own. that magical buzz would feel more intense when he did so. and she would feel the almost electric buzz of his magic permeate her body.

by Violet Sat Jun 26, 2010 10:54 pm

And that was exactly what Jamison got. A leggy blonde in a strategically placed ribbon with words just for him! Even if it was a little weird to be doing such for father's day she had to take whatever came her way. It would of been a better birthday gift, but then she would of had to jump out of the cake, and that took more work. At least she assumed it would take more work, she had yet to jump out of a cake, not saying she wouldn't if it was requested.

She let out a small grin along with the small sigh of relief. She was glad that Jamison did not think differently. She had a short life and so there was not so many things that would show as it would in his. "I am glad it doesn't Jamison." She meant that, many people said things that they thought people wanted to hear, she said what she meant. Especially with him, otherwise, she might just have fun with words.

She was still Violet! And she did like how her name sounded on his lips. That was thought that was on her mind but it did not last long because Jamison's lips were pressed to hers. She felt that magical buzz, the press of his lips upon her own, sent tingles of electricity through her. Her hand moved to his arm, just to cup it with her fingers, she did not go to reach anywhere else. Fingers tightening around his arm in a small squeeze. The kiss was everything she thought it would be, and yes folks she had been wondering about his kiss for a while.

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