Scenes From An Italian Restaurant, [Tag: Nora]

[Damien Ravanas]

Damien was fairly certain that he could think of a few jobs where she could have kept her wings out and/or not wear shoes, but he kept his mouth shut. If she wanted to be a waitress, she was entitled to try, even if it did wind up costing the diner a fortune because she kept dropping food. Every member of Damien's group of friends had eaten something that Nora had dropped so she wouldn't have to get it made yet again. The first time had been out of raw hunger, but every time thereafter mostly out of fear for her job.

Making a mental note to go and track down this healer the next day at class, Damien demurred from touching her wings. "No, that's alright." Damien was a private person, but while his mind was immune from telepathic powers, he was still vulnerable to Nora's empathy, and if her wings were the most sensitive part, he didn't want to touch them, lest he share something of his that he considered personal. Having the power that his eyes did gave Damien even more of an obsession with privacy than he already had. There was a trust that was required there, and Nora didn't have it.

"Oh, well that makes more sense then." Traumatic experiences were often triggers for fears, though Damien could not for the life of him place any to his particular phobias. They had simply, like Nora's fear of thunder, always been, and presumably always would be. "Hopefully that taught you not to piss a cat off." Tempermental beasts though they were, Damien mostly had a gift for calming them, which his parents had originally thought was a precursor to his powers. Alas not.

Catching Nora's smile at his pain, Damien sent a mock glare in her direction, mitigated by the fact that he was actually glaring at her mouth, rather than her eyes. Couldn't do that. "What're you smiling at?" He growled lightly, sulking quietly behind his tea. He didn't really care, of course, in her position he probably would have laughed aloud. But being falsely angry was fun, and there was a certain irony to faking an emotion to an empath and knowing she couldn't do anything about it since she wasn't in skin contact with him.

The storm was right over them now, dumping rain furiously outside the window, and Damien resisted the urge to go out into it, contenting himself with standing by the glass and watching as he sipped his tea. He liked reflective surfaces, because like Medusa, his powers were negated by mirrors. Nora might feel a slight tingle if she caught him watching her reflection, but nothing more than that.

[Einora Talonen]

He was silent and Nora glanced at him "I keep them hidden so people won't touch, not because they get in the way" she added, shrugging a little bit "I don't trust many people". She'd admitted to her trust of him a moment later when she'd offerred to let him touch, but she understood his hesitation. Most people didn't like the idea, and she was fine with that. She knew what he and his friends did for her at work when she'd dropped something and, although she was getting a lot better, there were still accidents. That was what had sparked her trust of him, in a strange way. That and the fact he'd never actually been intentionally hostile by touching her when he'd figured out her powers. Thankfully she could control them most of the time, the fact was it was triggered by touch and that was something she had more trouble blocking out. If she were honest with herself she didn't think she could pick it up without some sort of skin to skin contact anymore. She had been able to, when she was a young girl, but that was about it.

She smiled lightly "I never pissed that cat off he was already pissed off. Most animals like me, being a Naturalist I have a certain way with them". The cat came back into the kitchen, hissing and snarling, wet as she was, and Nora touched her lightly. It took a moment, maybe two minutes or so, but eventually there was something calmer about her. "Animals emotions aren't as mixed as Humans or Creatures. They feel one thing at a time, maybe two, and they focus on that. Humans in particular warp their emotions with thoughts. Animals, for that reason, are easy to calm by reversing my ability. It's something I cannot do on Humans or Creatures". She smiled lightly, taking her hand from the cat's head and turning away from her.

The way he glared was something that Nora was sure was fake. Still, she wasn't quite sure and it sent a bit of an odd feeling to her stomach. "It's amusing to watch you sip tea and claim it's hot when I'd just poured hot water into it" she said, shrugging a little. If he were mad, then fine, she wasn't going to try and make him feel less so. He had every right to feel that was for sure. She set herself down at the table and brought her legs up in front of her. She felt so relaxed like this, hair down, wings out, feet bare. It was natural for her and that made her far less irritating, at least most people had said so. She watched him as he looked out the window and smiled lightly. There was something about company that was making the storm less terrifying. She stroked Missy as she jumped back up in front of her and the cat purred, nudging her with her head. Nora was looking off absently to the side, seemingly lost in thought. Having someone in her house was strange to say the least.

She smiled slightly as she watched him, absently stroking the cat still. "What is it you like about storms?" she asked, finally, unable to control the question. She knew he wouldn't answer if he didn't want to but she was genuinely curious. She tilted her head slightly to the side "I mean, the way you watch it, how you seem so comfortable, it's almost like a longing". She thought she might have spoken too much but she tried to keep her tone calm, to show she wasn't trying to pry.

[Damien Ravanas]

"Storms are calming," Damien replied, his attention half on the weather in front of him and half on Nora's reflection in the glass. "They're something that we completely understand but can't control at all. It's nature untamed and reminding us just whose planet this really is. And the air during and after a storm is wicked. It's charged and crisp and clean. What's not to like?" Storms were, ultimately, an escape for Damien. Something on which his, and most everyone's, powers were useless, no recourse but to surrender to a force more powerful than any man. Damien loved power, but there was just something nice about knowing that resistance in this case was utterly futile.

Nora wasn't looking at him much, seeming distracted, but Damien was okay with that, letting his eyesight be filled with the constant downpour just outside the window. Thunder cracked overhead every so often, but for the most part, it was just the sound of rain on the pavement that filled his ears. Constantly sipping at his tea, Damien allowed himself a bit of a smile; he hardly felt the wet clothes on his back anymore. Nor was he really thinking about the fact that he was watching the storm, not from his dorm room with the window open, but from the home of a girl that he really didn't know all that well, despite having seen her once a week for the last year.

Jarred from his thoughts by Nora's voice, Damien took a second to register that she was asking if he wanted to play a game to pass the time. He agreed, but before he could ask what she had in mind, she asked him to choose. Well, shit. "Got a deck of cards?" Damien knew a few games they could try based on what Nora knew, but cards were one of his favourite pastimes, and he got a lot of practice playing with his friends. Alec was often accused of cheating, being a telepath, so he was paired against Damien when possible.

Moving back to the table, Damien stretched himself out, pulling his clothes away from his body. He hated clothes in general, and wet clothes in particular, since he could really feel them. He was hoping that beating the stuffing out of Nora would be a distraction.

Damien was very competitive.

[Einora Talonen]

Nora nodded lightly "I just find the noise terrifying" there was a certain sadness behind her tone at that point. Nora appreciated all of nature's power but there was something about loud noises that terrified her. It wasn't the storm, per sae, just the thunder. She watched him for a moment more, noticing just how relaxed he was in that situation and loathe to remove that feeling from him. She didn't want to disturb whatever thoughts were running through his head, though she had noted the state of his clothes and was trying to think of a logical way to dry them without him having to strip. She didn't want to embarrass him in that way, if it even would embarrass him. Or perhaps, she reflected, it was more the fact that she would be the shade of a punnet of strawberries by the end of it.

"Did you want to play a game or something? You can't very well walk out in the storm" she said. It took him a short moment but he asked if she had cards and Nora almost bounced from her seat, grinning. She darted into the living room, not checking if he followed, and took hold of the cards. There were at least four decks and she took the ones with the various natural elements on them, appropriate in her mind. "Did you want me to dry those clothes for you?" she asked, suddenly, noticing the way he pulled his clothes away from him as she moved back into the kitchen. She'd noticed that he hadn't moved into the living room and deduced they were playing in the kitchen.

"I can get you a blanket to wrap around you so that you're not sitting in your underwear" she said, starting to blush just a little. "Then, once you're clothes are dry, you can trade over in the laundry and dry them off as well, if you want to". She was blushing even more, trying to stop the redness creeping onto her cheeks even as she passed the deck across the table, dropping into the chair across from him. She had her eyes diverted to the table in the hopes that not looking at his current state would at least dull the embarrassment just a little bit. There were some ways that Nora was so experienced yet so innocent at the same time and it confused even her most of the time.

She took a sip of her tea, though it was cooling a little it was still warm enough to drink. She coughed a little as it went down, taking another sip to cover that disaster up. She was really out of sorts, the idea of someone being covered completely in water, a natural element she liked to a degree, it was strange. It wasn't pleasing in any way it was just... attractive. Oh Lord, she needed to stop thinking.

[Damien Ravanas]

The way that Nora flushed almost from head to toe when she offered to dry his clothes distracted Damien from actually answering the question right away. He supposed that yes, it was a bit of an awkward question to ask someone, even if she was only trying to be generous, and all the more so when it was someone that you very clearly had a crush on. That much had become apparent over the course of the evening, regardless of Damien's attempts to avoid thinking about it.

"No, that's alright. I'll dry eventually. Thanks though." Damien demurred. Then, in an attempt to lighten the mood, and further embarrass Nora, "I'm afraid in order to see me without my pants on you'd have to beat me at strip poker." Damien was a very good poker player, and though he had never played the strip variety (his friends were predominantly male, rendering it pointless), he imagined it couldn't have been much more complicated. His eyes were often considered just as unfair an advantage as Alec's telepathy, so Damien had been ordered to wear sunglasses when playing, but hey, Nora didn't need to know that, right?

Damien was not about to lead with strip poker, however, and took the cards, shuffling to deal out a well known card game that was fairly new. After checking to make sure that Nora knew what it was, he tossed out the cards for a game. This was, naturally, a game at which Damien was very, very good, as he always believed in leading with one's strongest foot. A competitive soul through and through, Damien was only the more encouraged to beat on Nora due to his lingering annoyance from earlier. There were few things as therapeutic as a good thrashing. In cards, of course.

Draining the rest of his tea, Damien turned his focus to the game, his eyes nearly boring a hole in his cards as he resisted the new urge to study Nora and risk catching her eyes. Damien found that when people were in a heightened emotional state, in this case embarrassment, they were even more vulnerable to his powers, and Nora was already a recipe for a perfect target.

[Einora Talonen]

"Well, if you change your mind, the laundry is through that first door off the hallway. Blankets are in the cupboard just before you get to it" she said. She figured that if she was going to suggest it she could leave the option open for him to be more comfortable. Of course, it was more that she knew she was going to turn a brighter shade of red if she even bothered to see the slightest bit of skin. For someone who'd definitely been involved with a few people she was still so virginal in her reactions. That was what amused Shadow most of the time, not that she was going to mention that in this situation. "Strip poker? Of all the things to suggest, that's the one thing you come up with?"

Nora giggled slightly, actually giggled, her face going redder than it had been moments before. She had never played strip poker, she'd never done anything of the sort really. He suggested another game and she indicated that she knew it, waiting for him to draw the cards and trying to lessen the embarrassment she was feeling. She found herself wondering just what his abilities entailed, wondering if it might give him some unfair advantage, but she put it from her mind. She trusted him not to cheat. Probably not the wisest of ideas but she did none the less. Still, she was avoiding his eyes at all costs, she had no idea what his other abilities were, she'd never thought to ask, but she knew that his eyes were danger zones. Her own powers were weak compared to his and very light, but that didn't mean that a scorned faerie couldn't make something terrible happen.

"No cheating or I'll hang you from a vine by your ankles" she said, grinning a little as she looked at her cards.
She expected that he wouldn't cheat but she had to put the threat in there anyway. She wondered, briefly, if any of the vines she could grow really would hold his weight. Naturally, she assumed, that if she was angry they would be stronger, more hate filled, but generally? She figured she'd get him maybe half an inch off the ground at most before it broke, dropping him on his head and resulting in her own, very bad, state. Yep, the vines weren't a good idea at all, not to her.

[Damien Ravanas]

"I wasn't suggesting it," Damien replied with a smile, "Only pointing out that it's the only way you're going to get to see me without pants." He was immensely enjoying how awkward Nora was at the suggestion, flushing worse than before - if that were possible - and falling into a fit of giggles. It made Damien wonder exactly how much experience she had with the opposite sex. This reaction was hilarious, yes, but also quite juvenile.

Damien scoffed in reply, "I don't need to cheat." It was a simple game, and a difficult one to cheat at. The only advantage you could really have was to know the other person's hand, and even that limited you to a point. Sooner or later you had to play your whole hand, and it was more a matter of knowing when to play and which points to take. Damien's grandfather had taught him this game - and routinely beat him senseless at it - and Damien knew that while there was a sizeable amount of luck involved, strategy was also key.

The first round went easily to Damien. Nora was too busy being flustered to come up with anything resembling an approach, and make a mistake on two occasions. His lead after the first round was so big that, despite Nora's eventual calming down, there was no way to stop him from taking the first game handily. Game two, however, was a completely other story. Nora was clearly nearly as competitive as he was, and was buckling down now that she was no longer a tomato and had lost a game already. Damien quickly found himself frustrated, down a few points after the first round, but by no means out of it.

Growling to himself, Damien played with his shirt with his free hand. The wet pants didn't bother him so much, but his shirt was sticking to his skin and driving him crazy. As he narrowly lost the second game, he gave a grunt of annoyance and peeled it off while Nora dealt, heading off to where she had told him the laundry was. He returned shortly thereafter without a blanket; he wasn't cold, and this was nothing Nora couldn't see at a beach. Damien was not so self-conscious that he minded being seen without a shirt.

This exposure, however, seemed to fluster Nora anew, and Damien destroyed her in the third game even more completely than he had the first. Chuckling to himself as he redealt the cards for a fourth, he reflected that it was almost worth it to keep stripping if it meant he would win this badly.

Almost.

[Einora Talonen]

Nora did realise how childish she was being at the moment but she was a faerie, some allowances were afforded to her on that front. She was so nervous, so uncertain about everything. Sexuality was something she didn't deal with well and, of course, the moment he spoke of stripping it was the place her mind went. She'd only giggled a little but it felt as though she were burning up from embarrassment now. Oh god, what would he think of her on that front? That thought made her more embarrassed, which caused her to turn redder and try to deviate the conversation, rather unsuccessfully.

She lost the first round, which was no surprise, but Nora was determined, she always had been. Through the course of the game she got her confidence back and became a lot more competitive. Sure, she got her ass served to her on a platter but that just made Nora more fired for the next game. Game two, she had more luck. First round Nora was up by a few points and, by the end of it, it was a clean one all as far as scoring went. She shot a smirk in Damien's direction but said nothing on the matter. Let him sulk or whatever it was he did when he lost. He'd growled, toying with his shirt, and Nora thought she might have done something wrong as he left the room.

She soon figured out just why he'd left when he returned without a shirt, no blanket wrapped around him. She blushed again, oh shit. Third game she was destroyed worse than the first and Nora narrowed her eyes. She put the thought of Damien, half naked, looking so absolutely edible across the table, from her mind. Fourth game, she was actually doing well. She wasn't as far ahead as she would have liked but that didn't make much difference. She was determined to win this thing, that was for sure. She needed a tactic, though, something to distract him. If only her powers worked in reverse on humans, she could make him feel some of the emotion she felt right now.

That would be cheating, though, it would be unfair to make him flustered in such an underhanded way. Still, she had considered it for a moment. She drummed her nails lightly on the table for a moment, this was boring her but she had totally no idea where to take it from there. A few more moves and she had him, backed as she had the second game. A smirk flitted onto her lips an, for a moment, she looked slightly more devious than she normally would. "Bow down gracefully" she said, with a grin, playing her final cards and leaning back in the chair once more. "We need something different, know any other games?"

[Damien Ravanas]

Damien made the fourth game close, but again she had beaten him, and he was not happy with that. Damien hadn't broken even in a set at this game since the death of his grandfather, and while his two wins had been landslides, he'd also been taking advantage of Nora's embarrassment at the time. When she'd had her head clear, she'd beaten him both times, albeit narrowly, and that did not make Damien happy. Not at all. He was too competitive to like to lose. Fortunately, it was hard to see it on his face, as his eyes were locked into a glare regardless.

"I know plenty." Damien replied, tossing his last two cards onto the table, already knowing he was beaten. "But I think it's your turn to find us something to do." This was her house, after all, and that made it her responsibility to entertain, especially since the lightning outside was trapping them in here, as much as Damien would have loved to go out and get soaking wet again.

Even as annoyed as Damien was, he had not missed the varying looks that had flit across Nora's face over the course of the game, and they were now coming back to him as he also tried to think of something to do. Her blushing had been quite frankly hilarious, as had the way she'd avoided looking directly at him. Was she really that innocent, or was this just her Faerie nature coming out to play? Damien couldn't be sure, but if she was stupid enough to fall back on the old favourite, Truth or Dare, he knew what he'd ask. Hell, there were a whole slew of embarrassing questions to be asked just based on the way she'd flushed from head to toe when he'd walked out shirtless.

Beside the awkwardness, Nora had also displayed a competitiveness that rivalled his own, and Damien liked that. Most people thought of him as overly serious when it came to games, but Damien loved a good challenge almost as much as he loved to win, and he would have to make sure that he did in the future, and decisively. Nora had matched him at his game, so he would just have to beat her at hers and wipe that smirk right off of her face.

[Einora Talonen]

Nora would have been a fool not to realise that being beaten bothered him, but he didn't show any visible signs, at least not ones that he could see. He was competitive, she noticed that, which made it all the more logical that he would react in such a way. Fortunately for her she won the fourth game, it was tied, but it was going to keep playing out the same way if they didn't change it up. As she suspected he turned it on her. It was her house, she was suppose to entertain or whatever the etiquette was in this situation. She thought for a moment, trying to remember if she had anything else in the house. Games were scarce, mainly since Shadow had left because most of them had been his. Cards she could play alone, so she'd kept her decks.

A devious smirk lingered on her lips for a moment and she resisted the urge to meet his eyes, though she wanted to in that moment, more than she realised. "Ever played Truth or Dare?" she smirked a little. It was a game she was good at, even if she was going to change the rules just slightly. "Rules for playing in my house are simple. No daring the other person to do something that is likely to terrify or scar them permanently and no questions that are inappropriate or intended for nefarious use". It was simple enough. Don't blackmail with the information and don't send her into the storm, though she'd made it sound a lot better than that to cover anything else that might make her uncomfortable.

She lay the cards flat on the table, fanning the deck out "the person with the lowest card is the first victim. Aces are ones, they don't beat King". She drew her own card, it was merely a fair way of seeing who would be asking first and who would have to choose. She could have scowled at the card but she didn't. Three. There were only two cards lower and, with his luck, she was sure that he'd have gotten something higher. What that meant was that she was the one getting dared, or asked a question. Oh hell, either of those possibilities weren't all that good.

[Damien Ravanas]

Damien could hardly believe that she was actually suggesting this. Granted, he loved the game; he had no shame about what he said, and he loved asking questions. He was not so good on the dare side of things, but that was usually what other people were for. There was also generally alcohol involved - not for Damien, but for others - and that tended to make everything just that little bit more interesting. Now, sober and a party of two, they were just going to have to make their own fun.

"Of course I've played," Damien chuckled, matching her smirk. If she got embarrassed just seeing him with his shirt off, oh she was going to be a tomato very shortly. Damien liked this game because - aside from some dares - he was hard to bother. Nora appeared to be pitifully easy to throw off her game. Damien fully intended to take as much advantage of that as he could. He only hoped that his mind didn't fail him in its quest to think up questions, and potentially dares.

Nora's rules were not unreasonable, though one of them did make Damien laugh. "If I didn't intend to use the information for nefarious use, I wouldn't be asking the questions, now would I? Don't worry, I won't send you out in the storm, but I have plans for you..." It was a bluff, of course, but Damien's powers gave him a fantastically evil poker face.

Reaching into the pile, Damien frowned. A four. Surely, he'd be on the receiving end first, but when they both revealed, Nora had a three. Well, then, that was a stroke of luck, and Damien wasted no time. "Truth or Dare?" Nora, on the other hand, took her sweet time debating which she wanted before finally going for truth. Damien had one at the ready, but he shelved it. That would be better when Nora was a bit more relaxed and a bit more vulnerable. He was going to start with something a little bit simpler, and a question he really wanted to know the answer to.

"Give how madly you blushed when you saw me without my shirt on, I have to know. How many males outside your family have you seen naked?"

[Einora Talonen]

Nora almost froze when he said he could use it as blackmail. The way he said he had plans for her, it was strange. She wasn't sure whether to believe him or whether he was bluffing. She decided to just call him on it for now, even if he wasn't bluffing. "As do I for you" she said, letting the smirk flit onto her lips for a moment. She wasn't sure if she would have to pull through but god she hoped she didn't. He revealed his card and Nora knew she'd been beat. It wasn't really hard to beat a three after all, there were few beneath it. Then again, it was her luck to draw a card so low in the first place.

Truth or Dare? the question was a hard one and she wasn't sure which to choose. On one hand, dare could be dangerous with a man like him, but on the other Truth had just as much power. Eventually she settled with the lesser of two evils. "Truth" she murmured lightly. The moment the question slipped from his lips she was regretting it, blushing madly one more and looking down at the table. She scratched at it a little with her nails for a moment before she looked up again, eyes fixed on his lips, avoiding his eyes though giving the illusion she was looking at them.

"I don't have any males in my family that I know of, aside from my adoptive father, and I have no desire to see him naked" she said. She shook her head just lightly before takng another breath. "Two" she said, after a moment's thought "one boy that decided to flash everyone when I was about thirteen and then my best friend. He's the only person I've seen or been near when they're naked". She was quiet when she spoke, embarrassed for an entirely new reason now. She was scared that he would think her a mere child for being so innocent on that front. "I've flirted, given the illusion that I've slept with people to piss him off when he acts like an ass, but I haven't even got past that, not even to them taking their jacket off"

[Damien Ravanas]

((You really should just ask your question in your responses. Would make things move along faster))

Damien had to admit that he was not terribly surprised by Nora's answer. This best friend of hers was an odd character; she referred him only as 'Shadow' for one thing, and barely talked about him at all, but both he and Alec had noticed the way she got in the moments when she did speak of him. They hadn't said anything to the other two, but they had shared a glance. There was something different, not necessarily more, but different, than just a friendship there. However, it was none of their business, and they stayed out of it. Hearing her talk about him now only reaffirmed Damien's thoughts, however. That wasn't the sort of thing you hinted at to piss off a best friend in the general sense.

Nora was as red as he'd ever seen her now, flushing clear down to where her skin disappeared beneath her shirt, and Damien chuckled. She was extremely cute in general, and only the moreso when she blushed, but then Damien had always liked it when he could fluster people, girls especially. It was just a little rush of mostly innocent power, and he really liked that. He would take those hits wherever he could get them, and truth or dare was the perfect forum for him to get a lot more, especially off a girl as easily flustered as Nora was.

"Well now you know where to start. Go for a walk in the rain and invite them back to your place. No one likes standing around in wet clothes." Damien was only mildly surprised that Nora had what amounted to zero experience (aside from whatever she might have gotten up to with Shadow); she didn't really seem like the sort of girl that would. Then again, she did seem like the sort of girl that would be taken advantage of, and badly, by the wrong type of guy, so Damien was thankful that that, at least, hadn't happened to her.

When Nora returned the question to him, Damien also said Truth. He would need something to tip the scales before he would choose Dare, though Nora didn't look like she could have anything up her sleeve - he didn't even remotely buy her story about having plans. Talking about himself, on the other hand, that was no problem. Damien had no shame.

[Einora Talonen]

Nora had the suspicion that Shadow was going to come up in conversation. Damien, in the short time she'd known him, had never really asked and Nora had never offered the information. Unfortunately for her, it was more complicated than she would have liked it to be. He chuckled, obviously noticing how red she was, and that only made her blush further. She was innocent yet not naive, experienced yet lacking, it was all rather contradictory and it made her head spin just thinking about it. SHe knew that he was going to question her more and she knew that she was, under the rules of the game, obligated to answer in a way. That didn't mean she was looking forward to whatever else he had planned.

She shook her head at his comment. "I don't want to get people naked, it's not an intentional thing" she said, almost rapidly. She was blushing worse now, more nervous than before, and it was complete insanity, at least in her eyes. She toyed with the table a little, thankful that she wasn't able to grow anything from the hardwood or she might have been sprouting a garden against it by now. She was unable to even meet his lips with her gaze now, completely focused on the table, and she let her tongue flick out to wet her lips just slightly.

After a moment she returned the question and, to her brief surprise, he chose truth. Nora had to think for a moment, she was never good at asking questions, but she figured she might try to embarrass him just a little. "What is the strangest thing you've ever been asked to do by someone. In a sexual context I mean?" She smirked a little bit. Inexperienced she may be most of the time but Nora was by no means too innocent to ask such things. She bounced back from one forum to the other in a way and it was rather strange. Perhaps it was just the fact that she was so use to it by now that she still did it from time to time.

She let him answer, waiting for the returned response. Again, unable to bring herself to face whatever dare he might have for her, she chose Truth. Waiting for the question was probably the difficult part, filling her with dread in those few short seconds. There were so many things he could ask, so much that she didn't want to give away, but she knew she would. It was the rules.

[Damien Ravanas]

"Sure you don't." Damien replied with a laugh. They'd barely started and Nora was already red from practically head to toe. "I saw the way you looked at me when I came back without a shirt on." Nora had set herself up and now all Damien had to do was keep nudging her along. In the distance he could still hear the rumble of thunder, and that made him smile. They were away from the storm now, but knowing it was still out there was improving his mood even more than seeing Nora flushed. And that was saying something.

The question that Nora had asked was a good one, and one that Damien was a little surprised she had jumped right onto. Unfortunately for her, Damien's sexual experience was both limited and fairly boring. His eyes had kept him alone for quite some time now. She was going to have to do a lot better than that to get him even a fraction as embarrassed as she was already. "I think the strangest thing I've ever been asked to do was hit someone. I had a girlfriend that got off on pain." It wasn't that weird, but it was truthfully the strangest thing that Damien had been asked. Then again, he supposed that really depended on one's definition of weird, but either way, he didn't have much to satisfy Nora with.

Nora requested a Truth again, and Damien once again had to stop himself from firing off his ready-made one. There would be time for that later, not now. One thing Damien had learned playing this game was that it was all about timing. Certain questions and dares yielded better results when played at the exact right time.

It had not escaped Damien's notice how rapidly Nora ws flicking back and forth between a young innocent girl and a sassy woman, and it was starting to give him a headache trying to keep up. Such was the nature of a Faerie, he supposed, but consistency was nice. He was certainly happy that he was an Elite. At least he was steady.

"What's something you've always wanted to do sexually but have never said aloud?" Damien imagined this list was miles long for Nora, but it was a good start, and sex seemed to be the theme of the day; though really, this was Truth or Dare. It always was.