2025-12-22 Choices of the Heart
Choices of the Heart
Location: Parkers Condo
Date and Time: December 22, 2025 - 2:14 am
Summary: Angela and Parker make the decision they've been avoiding.
---<Angela>---------------
It's a weekday, Angela and Parker even a year later are sorting out their new reality, and on top
of that Parker's new Domitor has yet to feed him, a problem they had discussed back when she first
pried him away from Cheree, with Miller being quite clear she didn't want Parker bound to her.
So Parker might be starting to get a little hungry...
Angela opens the door to the Apartment, dressed as if she's been out somewhere, a black leather halter top style vest, and long textured flowing black skirt, she places a clutch purse on a side table near the entryway and after slipping off her heels she makes her way inside.
"Parker?" she calls out, starting to make her way instinctively towards his office, knowing he's probably working away on something.
---<Parker>---------------
Parker is, as he often is, in his office, working. The window open to the night beyond, the lights
on, the computer scree glowing, and Parker sitting at his desk typing away. The glow of the screen
lights up his face giving it a little bit of a pallor, like he's not been sleeping. Or sleeping that
well. Or maybe that is the withdrawal. Or the energy drinks he's likely using to keep going as his
body is craving something it can't quite have.
When he hears her voice though - at least that is enough to rouse him from the stupor of his work or the daze of his cravings. A slow smile plays across his lips as he turns in the direction of the entry to his place. Still secured - but she's got what she needs to get in. "In my office, Angela!" called out with some measure of joy at her arrival. He's wearing when she gets in there, like usual, something casual and yet more expensive than many people's closets. A fitted t-shirt and jeans that look like they were made just for him. Because they probably were.
---<Angela>---------------
Angela's outline backed by the light of the room outside is something else, that dress hugging her
form quite well and as she steps inside the light changes and allows more of her features to come
into view, that lovely smile, the light in her eyes, and quite honestly still one of the most, if
not -the- most alive Vampire in the city at first glance.
"You work too hard." she says, smoothly sliding into his lap, fingers moving up to play with his hair a little bit, teasing unnecessarily as if she's fixing that which probably doesn't really need fixing.
She does however narrow her eyes at him a little, "You doin' ok?" fingers tracing his cheek, those narrowed eyes softening to examine his skin, his eyes, his lips.
---<Parker>---------------
Parker sighs softly when she settles into his lap and even moreso when Angela runs her fingers
through his hair. It doesn't need it but he definitely doesn't seem to mind. His eyes close a little
and he leans in to her somewhat, sighing again like there is soothing power in her just being right -
there-.
Opening his eyes slowly as his arms wrap around her waist in an effort to keep her where she is, Parker smiles at the woman he loves. "I always work too hard. That's what you love most about me. Or have you lied all this time?!" His tone teasing and playful, an effort to shake off whatever stress was on his mind, or maybe the fact that one of his hands is shaking a little. Which he's trying to ignore. "I'm fine. Just getting a little tough. I feel like I'm suddenly in the body of an old man. I wake up aching and just get tired lately." A shrug, "Nothing we didn't know was coming."
---<Angela>---------------
Angela slides her hand into his trembling one, shifting in his lap, her lips press softly to his in
a loving lingering kiss before breaking to blink back at him.
"We did... we did..." she squeezes his hand, soft, but there, her smile warm once again, and honestly quite happy that Parker continued this conversation in the direction she was hoping.
"We are playing a very... very dangerous game... within a very dangerous game Mr. Wilson." her other hand plays along his cheek and neck, smiling softly, "There are no options for you that will leave you overjoyed I imagine." she laughs a little, giving her head a shake.
"But there are options... and one particularly I find interesting... and..." she places a finger upon his lips to shoosh him before he even starts, "One I think plays upon all your strengths." she sighs and moves the finger away to cup his cheek, "You must... trust me... do you trust me Parker Wilson?"
---<Parker>---------------
Parker lets his hand be taken, held for a while. Which steadies it for the most part. The kiss does
what the hand on hand could not do, letting him sink into the joy of having her there and the
connection it brings. Only when she pulls away from the kiss, her words, does his mood shift back
again to some concern. "What choice do I have? You ask me if I trust you - I've given you every
indication that I do. I all but signed my death warrant with Cheree, trying to protect you. I came
back after I could not stomach what was done to us. And I stand by you now even though you know how
much I detest the nature of the games we find ourselves playing." He leans into her hand then,
letting his eyes close, resignation in his tone. "What do you propose, Angela Miller?"
---<Angela>---------------
She listens to all of this, and responds with a soft nod of understanding.
"Of course you trust me..." she gives her head a shake, "How absolutely ridiculous of me to think otherwise, that was a poor choice of words."
She doesn't however beat around the bush, "But if we are going to play the game..." her eyes focused on his, "Then we need to play it as best we can, and because of that... I think Mr. Steele, given his connections, his Coterie, and how well I get along with him, would be a powerful and fantastic.. -ally-..." she emphasizes that word, "For -us-." there's a nod of her head to emphasize the us part.
---<Parker>---------------
Parker pulls her in between some of those comments to press his lips to her forehead, or maybe her
mouth, a gesture of reassurance. He meant no anger in his discussion of trust. Just a simple
statement of fact. But there are so many things that he's frustrated with, it becomes hard to
separate out that undercurrent from everything else. "What are you proposing, Angela?" His tone now
is a bit more questioning. Not so much displeasure as that he's worried she's up to something. And
she's trickling out what that 'something' is in drops for a reason.
---<Angela>---------------
"There are two options before us... you either become bound to me, or another..." she strokes his
shoulder gently, "I am terrified of losing what we have... and so another seems like the logical
choice.
"Mark treats those in his charge more like employees than slaves, he's fair... but not without danger like any other choice." she exhales unnecessarily, "Of the options out there, can you think of a better choice?" one of those well manicured eyebrows raises as she poses the question to Parker.
---<Parker>---------------
Parker listens with his eyes mostly closed, just taking it in. Maybe he already knew where this was
going. Maybe he just assumed. Or feared. Either way - they are here now, discussing this. When he
opens his mouth his tone is a bit edgier, even if he's clearly trying to work through his
frustration. "So either be bound to you. Or be sold to someone else?" A breath, a sigh, he can still
do that easily. "Those don't sound like good choices. Are you suggesting one or the other?"
---<Angela>---------------
There's another soft sigh, "Yes... those do certainly seem to be the choices...." her eyes on him,
"Am I overthinking this perhaps?" she swallows as if parched or nervous, shifting in his lap.
"I feel with Mr. Steele, there will be some semblance of... normalcy..." there's an awkward laugh, "Whatever the fuck that is..." she shrugs and strokes Parkers shoulder, "With me... freedom..?" there's that eyebrow again, "Not quite... and we might be ruined by that bond."
She slides her hands from Parker to push up through her hair, "Fuck..."
---<Parker>---------------
Parker shakes his head and shrugs a little bit, finally casting his eyes open and onto hers. "I will
be bound to him. Like I was to Cheree before him." A sigh, a pause, some measure of silence. "Is
that what passes for normal?" He turns away his eyes then and looks down, all but burying his head
into her while she rests on his lap. "You know what the bond looks like. Feels like." He quiets
again, almost whispering, "I don't want any of it really. And I know Mark wants me."
---<Angela>---------------
Angela strokes his hair, comforting him in silence for a few moments, holding him against her as
she sits there in his lap.
"The other choice my love... is me... our love clouded by what my blood offers you... is... is that... a better choice?" her tone is very uncertain, her fingers playing through his hair.
---<Parker>---------------
Parker sighs and breaths in heavily, then looks up towards her, "What is the difference at this
point? I love you more than I ever thought possible. The addiction I had to Cheree, or have, or
whatever it is now, looks like it. But isn't it. I know that because I was willing to fight her.
Willing to die fighting her if I could have - to save you. How is being bonded to you going to
change that? If her blood couldn't change how I feel for you - then why would yours?"
---<Angela>---------------
Angela nods... it's the nod of someone who knew this was coming, almost defeated in an
understanding kind of way, that as she continued to buy time, continued to hope for an alternative,
the only real freedom Parker could possibly have... was with her.
It takes her a moment to find his gaze, and when she does there's another nod.
"I... I know..." she sighs softly, "You loved me... You love me... you'll remember." she nods as if convincing herself, "Exactly, even when Cheree had her claws buried inside you... us... you -still- loved me..."
She slides her hands up to cup his face and leans in to press her lips to his, it's long, deep, wonderful, the glow from the computer lighting them just right compared to the rest of the room.
---<Parker>---------------
Parker nodding his head as she finds his eyes and he finds hers. There are slight bits of moisture
in the corners, tears perhaps or just a sadness lingering with resignation over the world they find
themselves in. How he wishes he could unwind the clock but still keep her. When she talks, he
listens, completely intent on her, focused, and lost at the same time. The kiss pushes him deeper
into whatever he was feeling, eyes closing as he wraps his arms around her. Only after a while, only
after he needs to breath, only after the kiss breaks does he whisper with his forehead still against
hers, his lips so deliciously close to her mouth, "We can do this, love."
---<Angela>---------------
As the kiss breaks the pink haired star leans back a little, eyes on Parker, there's blood there, a
light trickle of her own tears as she raises her arm to her mouth, fangs, perfect, long and sharp
slowly elongating to point just down below her dark red lips, there's a pause, and a breath, a
nervous breath from the dead girl as she keeps her eyes on his and sinks her fangs into her arm,
pausing but a moment before drawing back and slowly turning her arm.
Dark red weeping wounds, her other hand lightly caressing his hair as she offers it to him.
---<Parker>---------------
Parker watches her, his eyes widening a little. Realizing that they've gone from concept to reality
in just a few short moments. He can't help it though, there is so much need in him. Biology plays a
role here and when she takes a bite of her own wrist and turns it towards him, he can't help but be
distracted by it. He's looking - wrist, eyes. Wrist, eyes. Wrist, eyes. Like he can't figure out
what to choose. This may be how it is - heart vs. biology. Or maybe just at this first moment. The
first hit is always free after all.
At her words though, Parker is drawn to Angela's eyes then. A slow smile on his lips that brightens his eyes. That feels like warmth and joy. And so he leans in, and his hand slides from behind her, reaching for her wrist, to draw it up to his lips. Never taking his eyes off hers now. So that when he opens his mouth slightly. When he presses his lips to her wrist like a kiss, his eyes are open, watching her, and letting her see him. Letting her see him completely there and hers, feeding slowly like it's all he's ever wanted and so he wants to savor each milisecond of it.
---<Angela>---------------
There's a little blood on the lips of the pink haired beauty, and as he presses his lips to her
wrist to drink, they part in a soft sensual gasp, watching him as he feeds from her, her other hand
stroking him softly along the back.
There's a reassuring nod, coaxing him on though it certainly doesn't seem like he needs it.
"I will love you forever... no matter what..." she smiles a little as she watches him and once again offers a very mortal exhale.
---<Parker>---------------
Parker keeps his eyes on her as he slowly suckles from her wrist. The taste and then the
supernatural thrill of the vitae coursing through him, feeding that need, lights him up in ways he
has longed for and almost forgotten. And somehow with her it is even more intense. So when he pulls
away, when her blood is dark red stained on his lips. His tongue licking it, making sure he gets it
all, then it is only a whisper. Like a prayer - "I love you forever, Angela."
---<Angela>---------------
Angela lifts the wound to her mouth, closing it with the slow lick of her tongue then leans down to
press her lips against Parkers bloodied ones, wrapped up in eachothers arms the scene fades to
black.
