The Pact discussion

In the less dense part of the city, Ryelle's house is one of the biggest in the city. The large brick house was built before the city, and has a lot of history to it. People say that the house is haunted, but Ryelle has experienced no such thing. The house belongs to her aunt who is currently away, but it was clear that there used to be parties thrown here a lot. The house's interior has been completely redone and is now a mix between modern and old Victorian decor. Ryelle's favourite room is the library, and it is where she spends the majority of her time in the house.



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Front room


Ryelles room (Otherwise known as the guest bedroom)


Kitchen



Living room



Art studio



A currently empty room that Ryelle is planning to use as the babies room


Dining room



Master bedroom




Bathroom


Library


Patio

Wine cellar

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Ryelle and Kasper had just missed the thick of the storm, but that didn't stop them from getting soaked on the way there. Once they were inside she laughed and wiped away the hair plastered to her face. "That was fun." Her voice echoed through the huge house and its grand front room. "Just throw your coat anywhere." She said as she did exactly that, crumpling up her leather jacket and dropping it on the floor at the base of the stairs.

"Anything you need?" She asked, looking back at him. "Food? Drink? Anything you need, just ask." The rain pattered down on the whole house. "It's big, I know." She said, looking up at the house with a bit lip. "Even I get lost in it sometimes, but C'mon, we should be okay if we stick together!" She joked, holding his hand.

Kasper is reluctant to take his hand from hers. Not because he thinks he'll get lost, but because her hand feels good in his. More than just good. But Kasper doesn't dwell on that. But he does let go to take his soaked black leather jacket off revealing his strong muscular and heavily tattooed arms, the twists of ink cover almost every bit of skin. He dumps it by hers and then goes after Ryelle, following her. His stormy eyes. When the hell had he started thinking of her as his? That cannot be good.

Kasper winks at stormy as he tries to get those thoughts out of his head fast. He locks gazes with her, his cobalt blue eyes flashing silver for a moment. Kasper arches a dark eyebrow, he croses his arms which makes his black t-shirt pull tight over his broad chest, and says, "I don't like it. I feel like i've broken into a house and am about to nick everything.....are we? Is that secretly why you want me here, for my criminal skills, because i offer it freely" his smirk widens.

She batted her eyelashes. "A bit of both." She says, mockingly innocent. Her eyes snake down his tattooed arms. She smiled, most people looked down on how inked she was, but every tattoo that she had gotten was from something that she loved or had a passion for, and she wasn't going to feel bad about herself just because she wasn't afraid of a little permanent ink. My body is a temple, might as well decorate the walls She thought to herself amusingly. Her eyes are stuck on his. Man, they are pretty. A shade that she has never seen before, not in eyes or real life. But they were interesting, almost as if they went on forever.
She wraps her arms around his neck and pulls herself close. "Your not the only one with a few criminal skills. You have to prove to me that you would be useful." She joked. They were so close that she could smell him, a musty, rough scent. She liked it, but forced herself to pull away and meet his eyes again. "What skills do you have, my dear." She said in her rough, accented voice.

Kasper loves that she doesn't mind his tattoo's, most women like them because they think it maes him look badass. But Kasper knows Ryelle understands his tattoo's are about more than that. They represent who he is, every single one is there for a reason. Kasper places his hands on her hips. Despite being pregnant Kasper can't get over how beautiful she is. Everything about stormy makes him want her a little bit more, well alright, a hell of a lot more. Kasper rubs his thumbs over the exposed skin at her waist and leans in to say with a smirk that promises danger and trouble at every turn, "There was a time when i could have sweeped this house, taken everything valuable, and been out in fifteen minutes max. I'm not a amature my stormy, i'm a proffesional".

She smiled. "There was a time?" She arched her eyebrow. "Meaning things have changed since then?" She asked, keeping her eyebrows arched. They were an inked up bunch, by the looks of it. Since her leather jacket was off most of her tattoos were visible, including her dark mark on her wrist and the wolf just peeking up from the neck of her shirt. One of the children kicked. Ryelle gasped, surprised. Kasper was close enough that she was sure that he felt it, and se bit her lip. "Sorry." She replied, being reminded of how open minded Kaspar was being toward all of her. The pregnancy, the tattoos and the odd personality and history that she had, it was weird. She took one hand off of his neck, making sure that the other one was still wrapped around his neck, and put an hand on her swollen torso, rubbing it as if it would give the children within comfort.

Kasper has no idea what possesses him, it's one of the strangest things he ever done, and Kasper Wild has done some weird shit in his life. But he can't seem to stop himself from reaching out and touching her stomach, he feels something from within and he can't help the expression of wonder that spreds across his face. He smiles, somehow the feeling is peaceful, the child seems to settle but Kasper doesn't want to move his hand away. Kasper meets Ryelle's gaze finally, and realises how creepy he must seem right now. Kasper's cobalt eyes beg her to understand even though he himself does not.

She smiled. It honestly should have felt awkward and weird, but it didn't. It felt perfectly natural and gentle, it made everything feel nice. She looked up at him and placed her hand on top of his, silently telling him it was okay. The child kicked again, this time Kasper would have felt it full on. She giggled, they had never been so restless before, it was a sign that it was getting later in her pregnancy, meaning that the time before her giving birth was slowly crawling closer. It scared her a bit, but there was no way of avoiding it, so she had to face it full on. It dawned on her that she hadn't prepared for the children at all, no clothing or furniture at all. She made a mental note to start preparing for the arrival for the babies. "I've been considering names." She said out of the blue, then sighed. "I'm sorry that came out so suddenly." She said shortly afterward.

Kasper shakes his head, he smiles as the babies kick at his hand, like they actually know he's there. Kasper looks up to meet her gaze, his own one very intense, he can't stop it. "Names like what?" he asks, he hopes casually, but Kasper cares. Why does he care? I mean, he' attracted to Ryelle, and he has some sort of over protective and even possessive feelings towrds her. But that doesn't explain why he should care what HER babies names would be. And yet, it does matter. Kasper tries not to think about why too much. Kasper wonders if she has anything for the babies, it doesn't seem like it. That also bothers Kasper for reasons he cannot explain, not even to himself. Kasper resolves to help her get things ready for the babies, hopefully she'll let him or this strange feeling may never go away.

"Just names." She said. "I'm seven months pregnant soon, I'm not prepared at all." She said, keeping his hand on her stomach. It felt nice. "I need to get my shit together. I have an empty room ready, but that is about it. I don't know the genders, but It's scary to think about birth." She didn't know why she was speaking to him about her most deep and personal fears, but she felt like she had been holding it in forever.

Kasper frowns understanding her fear in a way. He knows what its like to have no idea what you're doing but having no choice. He spent most of his lfe fighting for freedom nd the choice to be who wants. Kasper pulls Ryelle into a hug, his hand still possessively over the bump. He kisses her jaw and says, "You have me. We just met and i know it sounds mental, but you DO have me. I'll do anything you need..build a crib....steal a damn crib, whatever you like he says, only half joking at the last part.

His lips felt good on her jaw. "Thank you." She said. "This isn't your responsibility, why do you care so much?" She asked. She loved how he cared but she was only going to put a burden on his life, and she hated to see people suffer when it was her fault. "I can't put that much weight on you, I'll only cause trouble for you. You don't want that, do you?" She said, looking up into his eyes again.

Kasper meets her eyes steadily. He could lie, make up some bullshit about being a good person. But she wouldn't buy that, he wouldn't like her so much if she did. Kasper is not a good person , he doesn't even want to be. But he takes care of what's his and lie it or not Kasper feels some kind of instinct towards this woman and her unborn children. He doesn't question it, it's a gut feeling. So Kasper decides to be honest and says, "Yes, i want that".

"But why?" She asked. "It's my mistake. You aren't involved in this, you didn't get me pregnant, this is my problem." She found the words just flowing out of her mouth. She didn't want to get him stuck. He had a life ahead of him, hers would end when the children's started. "You're too special to me for me to hold you back. I don't want to see you struggle. Seriously, I love you and I can't stand to hold you back." She finished off, swallowing hard when she realized what she had said.

Her words startle Kasper for a moment. Did she says love? As in LOVE? What should he make of that, either she means it or she didn't, but Ryelle isn't the type to just say things like that. Kasper cups her face in his and says in a serious tone that tells her exactly how much he doesn't give a shit about her morals, "Too fucking bad, you have me. The babies have me. Get over it." he leans in and whispers in her ear darkly, "You're mine stormy eyes". He kisses her then, his lips hard and insistant on hers.

His kiss startles her, and she is stuck not knowing what to do. His lips are soft and comforting, she melted into his kiss quickly. She wrapped her arms around his neck and held him close as she could, but she was shaking so much that it was barely possible. Everything melted away and it was just the two of them in the world. She didn't know how long it had been, anywhere in-between a hundred years or a few seconds did she pull away from the kiss, breathless. "Fine." She said breathlessly as she ran a hand through his hair. "We're in this together, and you can't back out." She kisses him back, just a soft one this time.