New Beginings (invite only)

[Mathew Amtrum]

"Passion. You have a fiery passion burning deep inside of you. It is refreshing. Well that and I always knew that deep down you liked your situation. You were content with it. I still want to make you strong, but for your sake more then mine. After all, you are a target with me. Even if you were to walk away, you are forever a target, and I might not always be there to protect you." He said his hand still stroking her hair.

He knew she would know he was manipulating her, anyone that knew Mathew would know that. It didn't matter if they knew it as long as it worked. Besides it was true. He loved the passion in her, it drew him, like a moth to a flame.

"I want you to move in to the manor." He said it simply, and again it was true. He wanted her to move in with him now. He had a place that was big enough, now. Hell if he could, he would bring Adrian and Helter too. Helter could probably go no problem, but he doubted Adrian would, though his parents were gone more often then not. So he might even go.

[Bastille Amtrum]

Why was everyone trying to protect her? Was she some princess with a magic power that could save the world? No…so why did they care? Blaze always said the same thing and she couldn’t understand. She didn’t understand the power he spoke of either. She was just stubborn, she was sure that was all it was. But she was her own worst critic. She laid there unmoving while one brow raised high. She wasn’t sure how to respond. It would certainly piss off Blaze, something that still made her shudder. She didn’t want him angry…she would need to meet with him and soon. She would need to see him like she needed to be physically near Amtrum. The pull was unavoidable.

“I don’t think that’s plausible…you know Blaze says the same thing,…protection protection. why is it im the one who is forced to love both of you egotistical gang leaders. This is going to cause issues for me…” she said rubbing her temple. She didn’t answer his question…she wasn’t sure how. Part of her, the more physical part was begging for her to say yes. Her mind screamed at her that it would only be more issues to work with…it would keep Blaze away. Blaze away from her was completely out of the question…she knew she wouldn’t be able to do it.

Her voice was soft and heavy with a british accent. She continued to rub her temples lightly.