B.L.’s Comments (group member since Dec 15, 2012)

B.L.’s comments from the A Wild in Colbie group.

Xander stiffens noticeably when she snuggles into his chest. Most of all because he...likes it. The thought is radiculous, but honest to god Xander can't think of anywhere he'd rather be at this moment. No, thats a lie, he'd rather be in his bed with her doing this. Xander shakes it off and uses one hands to open his car door, he sits down in the front seat, still holding her close. There is just enough room for the girl to sit on his lap in the front seat.

Xander can still feel her watching him and it is unsettling to say the least. No girl or woman has ever made Xander this aware of himself, or her. After a while, his grip on her still tight, they reach his car.

Xander almost says something back, something honest, but he stops himeself quick fast. He's not the type to bare his soul to a stranger, or to anyone for that matter. "Things aren't what they seem most of the time beautiful girl" he says velvet smooth. Xander feels the girl almost fall over twice before he swings her up into his arms like he warned her.

"Do I?" he asks seriously for a moment.

Xander could feel her gaze on him and it almost drove him insane not to look at her, not to touch her the way he deep down wants to. Which is fucked up even for him. Xander was a lot of things, but he never took advantage of girls in this kind of state. "I'm no ones hero luv. I'm not even the freakin anti-hero." he mutters as they walk.

Xander is suprised, but he doesn't say anything. This girl may be drunk, but she's a good girl through and through, at least by Xander's standards. Xander holds out his arm for her to hold onto just in case she falls over, "If you fall again i will be carrying you so be prepared for that" he ony half jokes.

"Alright, but i do just want you" says Soren.in every way.

Even through his beaten up jacket Xander can feel her hands, the heat that spreads through him is hard to ignore. Xander isn't used to being the good kind of person, usually he see's what, or who, he wants and then takes it, end of. But being a good boy means doing this "Well either I take you back to yours or you stay at mine for the night, i can't leave you here by yourself" he says.

Xander catches the girl and she feels almost limp in his strong arms. For a moment Xander could have sworn she was going to...but it didn't matter, drunk girls would go for anyone. More a reason to get her back safely, and fast. Xander steadies the girl and then runs a hand through his dark messy hair, the metal bar through his tongue touching the top of his mouth in thought. Xander looks at the girl, the beautiful, drunk and probably way too good for him girl. "Lets get you back to your place then, do you remember where it is?" he asks.

"But you are so much more fun to have as a muse" says Soren, finding her reaction cute.

"There's a music shop around here, they deal with phones too, anywhere else would be in the nearest city, Bristol. But they are only open during non-vampire hours" he says gaining back some of his composure. Xander never gets affected by girls, it's not his thing, never has been.

Soren laughs, "I don't know about that..i feel like im losin it lately, nothing inspires me like it used to...well nothing accept you" he says.

The girl almost fall over when she goes down to pick up her phone. Xander goes to catch her and she's practically fully in his arm. Xander freezes for a moment. The girl's face is so beautiful, a spark goes up through Xander like lightening, her eyes are so wide, he could draw them for hours, and as for those lips, Xander could... thats enough of that. Xander picks her back up onto her feet and then beds to pick up her phone. The screen is cracked.

"I promise nothing other than i will completely love it. I am confident that i will love anything created by you"he says.

Xander see's the girl immediately, even before she swears. Part of being an artist is having the strange ability to see everything, even the small details. It is for that reason that Xander knows the girl is a Uni student and at least partly off her head. Xander sighs, dealing with a drunk student wasn't exactly what he has in mind, but he can't just leave her. The old Xander might have, but not now. Xander walks over to the girl slowly so he doesn't frighten her. "What the bleedin hell are you doing out by yourself this late luv, it may not be London around 'ere but small towns have weirdos just like any other place in England" he says in his deep voice.

(Posted x)

"Ah ha, so you are going to let me read it...good, i can't wait muse" he says with a self satisfied smile.

Xander is taking a walk through the streets like he usually does. Xander isn't one for sleeping that much, he hates the nightmares that still plague him. The only thing that helps is his art, a sketch pad is stuffed into the back of his dark jeans, covered by a black t-shirt and biker jacket. Xander's hooded blue eyes scan the dark street he is walking down. Colbie is safe though, at least compared to where Xander grew up.

(Yeah they're both around 17 or 18, where do you want to post? x)