"I'll be your warrior of care."

[bloodstainedheart]

Who: Xavier Carlisle, Skye Love (and later Greg Kent)
What: Children should be seen and not heard
Where: En route to the Carlisle Estate, Westchester
When: Follows THIS and THIS

Xavier had the patience of a Saint. That much was evident in his choice of mate. However, when his temper had a reason to be arced up, there was no doubt about it that he could be very, very dangerous if he needed to be. He was the eldest of the Primogens on the Council, and therefore he did command a level of respect. Even Ben often sought Xavier's guidance in his decisions as Prince on the regular.

So, exiting the board room of the Council meet to find Skye slumped over unconscious in one of the cushy leather chairs in the waiting area just by the door to Ben's office, Xavier's temper had most definitely snapped. He had swooped over to her, checking for a pulse, and Jett's scent was dripping off her. Jett, whom Molly had just been fretting about when he had disappeared from the meeting room without word. Xavier had scooped Skye up into his arms, and before any of his colleagues had a chance to approached, his protective mechanisms were kicking in. Eyes a vicious silver and fangs bared, they knew not to come a step closer or they wouldn't live to tell the tale. Molly was pierced with the most ferocious of glares and even earned a warning growl, Xavier letting her know loud and clear that he knew exactly who had harmed Skye. If she didn't pull her childer into line, Xavier would take matters into his own hands. Leaving his vessel in this state more than warranted that, as far as he was concerned.

He just left without any farewells or goodbyes. Everyone knew better than to get in his way when he was primed. He bundled Skye up into his limousine and instructed his driver to go straight home. Greg had left earlier, boredom setting in when the meeting took longer than he hoped. By the time Skye began to come around, Xavier had calmed somewhat. His fangs were retracted and his eyes back to their green/blue hue they normally were. He held her out a glass of straight brandy from the mini bar in the limousine.

"Drink," he instructed quietly. She needed something to regain her strength and it wasn't like he could make her a strong cup of coffee in a limo. "Slowly."

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[showmeheaven]

Oh, great. Now Xav had to go get all scary protective bitch up on things. She loved him for it, but yeah, it was seriously going to complicate matters extensively once Greg heard it was Trystan. Which is exactly why she wasn't going to spill her guts on the matter to Greg just yet. She had no idea how he would react. Of course, Trystan had no interest in her, so he would probably be saved from Xavier beheading him and killing him. Unless of course he managed to independently piss him off for some reason. She looked at Xavier sharply, only just managing to fight off the temptation to glare at him. Obviously he had told Greg she was interested in someone, just not the who. Didn't surprise her. They were mated. They probably had no real secrets between them for very long.

She just shook her head. "It doesn't matter who it is. It's not going to happen. Seriously, the less people who know, the better, because it's embarrassing enough knowing he doesn't want anything to do with me. The only reason sassypants here knows is because he got his Kindred nose all up in my senses. PS. You're not killing anyone. Just keep your claws to yourself. It's a non-entity. It's nothing. I don't even have human males interested in me, except the obsessive ones who think writing novels about sex means I should want to have hot, kinky slimeball sex with them where they do things like lick my toes and want me to pee on them."

[changedlikearemix]

If there was one thing in the world that Greg really didn't like, it was being on the outside of a secret. He didn't like not knowing what was going on. Part of that was due to the fact that he was a born businessman, and in business, the things you didn't know could often be what fucked up an excellent business deal, or cost you millions in fixing something you hadn't planned on fixing. But beyond that, it was the simple fact that there was still something childlike in Greg that he couldn't, and didn't want to shake. It was one of the things that was the most different between him and Xavier, but it was what had made Xav love him in the first place, and there was nothing that made Greg want to lose that.

He did try not to pout, but it bothered him that there was a secret he wasn't being let in on, and he gave both Xavier and Skye a Look. "Why won't you guys tell me? I can keep secrets, you know. And you don't need to be embarrassed, Skye. Kindred are... different than most people, and you never know the reasoning behind the fact that one of our Kind isn't sleeping with you or whatever. I mean, most of the Kindred in our circle know that you are our Vessel, so that could very well be it... You just never know. And I'm sure there are more humans out there interested in you than you think, too."

[bloodstainedheart]

The look that Xavier was giving Skye right now at the toe and pee comment was just one of utter shocked horror. He was looking at her like he couldn't quite believe what she was saying. He was far, far from a prude, and extremely kinky in his own right, but these things were just abhorrent to a classy Toreador. He had his fingertips resting on his chest and his mouth had dropped open in disgust. Not a lot rendered Xavier speechless - in fact, he was usually extremely verbose - but this definitely earned them a linger few moments of shock. At least Trystan was stunning in looks and even elegant in his own right. He was every bit a Ventrue, always presented in expensive suits. He also used to be a model, so he had the natural look to command the attention. And he didn't drink pee and lick toes, either!

"Because it is irrelevant," he finally found himself snapping at Greg. He didn't mean to have a short fuse, but just coming down from a borderline frenzy where he could have very well attacked Molly, he was going to need a decent feed before he really settled down again. Unfortunately, their Vessel would be well off the market for a brief while now. "It is not a secret, it is just irrelevant, because Skye says it is irrelevant. We are not eHarmoney. She does not need us playing matchmaker for her when the person in question does nor reciprocate an interest. It is not a schoolground game of Chinese Whispers." He stood up, holding a hand up. "I must feed. And be... somewhere not here," he told them.

[showmeheaven]

Skye winced just a little when Xavier's temper shortened. She didn't seem him like this very often, so she knew this whole situation was serious business. She might have been more than a little unconscious for a period and had no clue of exactly what went down after Jett got her to Xavier, but he would have had to have been beyond pissed. She had thought to herself in the limo that he had been a little too calm and collected, and the fact he was now snapping at Greg said a lot. He probably did need a feed and some of that alone time he usually took with his horses or doing whatever Toreadors do to re-ground themselves. She felt guilty and awful she was causing this gap between the two mates, and hated that Xavier had to keep secrets from Greg. But she had no idea how Greg would react if he heard she had a thing... a really big thing for his brother. In fact, he was the only subject of her fantasies when all she had to go to home to was her vibrator.

"Neither of you have to worry. I'm pretty sure tonight managed to get any of my stupidity towards Kindred well out of my system. Jett would be seriously too much of a headache for me. I'd want to end up chaining him up in my basement just to get some peace," she said wryly, even if he was an extremely fantastic fuck. She hadn't been fucked like that in a very long time. She wanted it again, damnit. Only Jett wasn't the blonde she wanted it off. "It was just a lapse in judgement. Blame writers block. I've had it for fucking weeks now. So much for my deadline. It's not going to happen."

[changedlikearemix]

Greg did not do well with having his lover snap at him. It either pissed him off, or left him pouting, and this time happened to be the latter. Xavier often reminded him that pouting wasn't fabulous, but Greg himself wasn't the most fabulous of Kindred in the first place. He just was who he was, and that was all there was to it. But the fact that Xavier was so on edge was also very telling, and something he'd need to talk to his lover about once he'd had a feed and some time to calm himself down.

"I'm just glad you're safe," Greg replied, trying to keep from showing his pouting to her when it was all he really felt like doing. "Jett wasn't to know you'd been fed from so recently, but it's still important for him to learn to recognize things like that, too. But it isn't like you to have writer's block. Your writing generally flows so freely from you... Like it's what you're meant to be doing at any given time. Though I guess it would suck to have to write amazing sex when you're not getting it as much as you'd like."

[bloodstainedheart]

Xavier looked over Skye's face carefully. Her writer's block could well boil down to a discontent over not having Trystan responding to her. If they were soul mates, there wouldn't be any sort of aggression invited because they were technically in each other's presences regular. Skye and Trystan would always be at the estate together. That connection would be soothe, although not acted on, so the discontent would remain. Xavier felt right now like all of this could possibly not get more complicated, however it would apparently only be the start of the complications. Extensively nightmare headache complications. But he hadn't meant to snap. He was just responding to the stress and it was always where his control wavered. He rested his hand on Greg's arm. "Forgive me, my love," he murmured apologetically.

"Sex is inherent in her. It is love she is craving. Love and companionship," he said knowingly. Which was why Skye was probably having a tough time. Her soul may knew she found it, but it would fuck her over and mess with her contentment until it got what it wanted. Greg would struggle with Trystan being with Skye, thought. At least, initially, because it would be his own inner protective mechanism warring inside him. To protect Trystan, or to protect Skye. It wasn't easy by any means.

[showmeheaven]

Skye watched the exchange between them quietly, and felt even more guilty that it was her fault Xavier had snapped. He was just trying protect her because had information Greg didn't. If she was honest, all she wanted to do was just forget this and move on. Nothing was going to Trystan and it was stupid to keep hoping for it. It wasn't like her to linger on one guy and let him get under her skin like he had. Trystan could have any girl... or guy, for that matter... he wanted. She had to respect that he was a guy who didn't seem at all interested in commitment and even though it really stung to get the brush off from him, she was a big girl and she was rich. She didn't need to sit around and wallow. Maybe she wasn't made for commitment too. The rest of her life just seemed like a long time to be lonely, though. And that was even if she didn't end up Embraced. It had always been an offer on the table, but up to now, she hadn't wanted it. She liked being human, it gave her a lot of empathy for her writing.

She snorted cynically with a shake of her head. "I'm not craving it, bitch. It just looks like it might be nice. And even if I am craving it, I'll have to look elsewhere. I've got you two for companionship, and honestly, you both keep me busy enough. I don't need anymore demanding bitches in my life," she joked. There was always a part of her that would really struggle not being Xavier and Greg's Vessel anymore. Maybe that was part of the reason she wasn't so eager for commitment if she couldn't have Trystan.