Finally, she had him moving in the direction she preferred. Ysabel didn't mind at all, and felt no worries over having derailed Ambrose for the immediate future. She wrapped her arms around his neck and continued to laugh as he took her literally and carried her off.
They would revisit the topic of werewolves when they had rested - which would be, preferably, after having exhausted themselves. Ysabel had a feeling they still had much more preparation to undergo before they were really ready to start asking questions.
If I'd Wanted Schooling... (Attn: Belle)
You just didn't ignore instinct, that's all there was too it. Ambrose had learned that years ago. And right now, what his instincts were telling him was that what he'd witnessed in the preserve the other night was -big- trouble.
Know your enemy was something else he believed in. But from where he stood, what he'd seen only existed in bad horror movies. It wasn't anything he'd ever taken seriously.
He'd tried tracking them, that hadn't gone well. For starters, he didn't think it was 100% safe to go back into the preserve without back up. Maybe he'd try after the full moon had past. But that seemed like relying on superstition to him.
So, Ambrose was trying something new, something totally out of character for him. He was trying to read up on a subject.
Finding the library was easy enough, he'd been there before. But holy shit that was a -lot- of books. Where did you even start? Ambrose just stood there, leaning on his cane, scratching his head and wishing Belle was here. He'd told her he was headed to the manor for something, just not what. She'd be better at this though, he knew that.
Ysabel
13 years ago
Ambrose
13 years ago
Some days Ambrose wished he was telekinetic, he could use a third or fourth hand right now. As it was, he kept jostling Belle by trying to undo laces and walk at the same time. It was hella frustrating, but he was having more than his fair share of fun with it.
By the time, they reached his door he was letting his fangs graze her collarbone and no longer worried about who might see them. He kicked the door open with little ceremony and kicked it back closed with a loud slam. But he gently set Ysabel down, almost as if he was afraid to break her.
"You have about thirty seconds to tell me where I'm going to ravage you -and- get the hell out of that dress before I tear it off you."Â?
He went in for a quick kiss between every third or fourth word. It probably made him hard to understand but no doubt, Belle would get the idea. Especially as he'd tossed his cane in a corner and getting a bit grabby.
A goodly portion of those thirty seconds were taken up with a rather demanding kiss. Maybe he would just tear that dress off after all.
By the time, they reached his door he was letting his fangs graze her collarbone and no longer worried about who might see them. He kicked the door open with little ceremony and kicked it back closed with a loud slam. But he gently set Ysabel down, almost as if he was afraid to break her.
"You have about thirty seconds to tell me where I'm going to ravage you -and- get the hell out of that dress before I tear it off you."Â?
He went in for a quick kiss between every third or fourth word. It probably made him hard to understand but no doubt, Belle would get the idea. Especially as he'd tossed his cane in a corner and getting a bit grabby.
A goodly portion of those thirty seconds were taken up with a rather demanding kiss. Maybe he would just tear that dress off after all.
Ysabel
13 years ago
Ysabel didn't doubt Ambrose would make good on his promise if things ended up getting too drawn out. She continued to laugh, though, since his mood was infectious.
"Thirty real seconds, or thirty Ambrose seconds? You must realize, they're two different things."
She made a show of looking around. The dining room table was relatively new... it would be a shame to wreck it again though.
"I suppose the traditional setting wouldn't kill us. After all, we have all night."
With that she squirmed away from Ambrose and dashed further into his apartment, trailing laughter behind her and waiting somewhat impatiently for him to catch up.
((ooc: Ambrose and Ysabel out))
"Thirty real seconds, or thirty Ambrose seconds? You must realize, they're two different things."
She made a show of looking around. The dining room table was relatively new... it would be a shame to wreck it again though.
"I suppose the traditional setting wouldn't kill us. After all, we have all night."
With that she squirmed away from Ambrose and dashed further into his apartment, trailing laughter behind her and waiting somewhat impatiently for him to catch up.
((ooc: Ambrose and Ysabel out))