Walk me home in the dead of night
I can't be alone with all that's on my mind
Such an unexpected situation Carolina found herself in this evening, the whole thing truly simply topped off with the proposition Sebastian had laid at her feet. The brief glimpse of surprise that crosses his features at her succinct acceptance was impossible to miss, especially at their close proximity, yet he does not comment on it and as her arms wrap lightly around his neck she does not feel any regret at her decision. To be fair, the girl had never been one to overthink things which had gotten her into more trouble than not but life was too short to waste time second guessing herself and wasting time. In the end, for her at least, it boiled down to whether or not she trusted Sebastian and of all the people she knew he had given her no reason not to. She believed it when he said he would protect her, but beyond that the fact that he could follow through on that promise was undeniable and that gave her a security she so desperately needed. Having such a tie to the suave prince did not hurt either, of course. The leopard would never turn up an opportunity to spend time in his company which no doubt this would afford her, even at the expense of her blood. That prospect still gave her some pause, but she could not easily forget the last time Sebastian had fed from her and how enjoyable the entire process had been. Now that she would not mind repeating.
Her question of how, exactly, such an arrangement might be made brought out the businessman in her companion so easily. Those turquoise eyes trained on his face even as his own gaze unfocused, enjoying the view as he laid out in the simplest of terms what it might mean. The idea of a contract rather surprising, even if it should not be for what no doubt the Prince risked in tying himself to anyone in such a way. His insistence that she read making her stifle a soft laugh, as if she could decipher the legal jargon that would no doubt fill it from beginning to end. If she did not trust him to take care of both their interests in that binding document then she sure as hell wouldn't trust him to drink her blood regularly. Still, she had promised and she would make an effort whenever it arrived, but it was the odd factor of the ribbon that enthralled her natural curiosity.
Inconsequential as it may be, it was so out of place in the list of necessities that she could not resist inquiring about it. His response however revealed little as to its purpose and she eyed him skeptically while making a mental note to look for any information regarding it within that contract. "Obviously very special," she responded dryly, not concealing her awareness of just how much information Sebastian was leaving out but she couldn't blame him if he didn't want to delve into such intricacies at the moment. It was a lot to commit to binding yourself to someone, and that thought prompted the furrowing of her eyebrows as both her gaze and tone turned serious. That insistence that she would not take compensation for their... partnership for lack of a better word, might surprise some. After all, she was agreeing to give the vampire her very life's blood and there was no doubt all that someone of his status might provide for her in exchange for that but the very idea made her heart race once more.
Beyond the fact that no doubt money and such things had ruined far stronger relationships than their own, Carolina feared the idea of a cage especially one that would turn her time with the handsome man from freeing to smothering. In more ways than one the leopard was made to run free, she could not stand the idea of being a kept woman in some ivory tower and that very thought had sent her fleeing from her childhood home all those years ago.
A touch of relief fills her features at the light laughter that comes before his reassurance that her request was not only acceptable but traditional in a sense. The condition he placed on it however was unsurprising, one of her hands falling to the satin-covered plains of his chest when he reclined against the seat as her head shook slightly. "No, no more of that. I've learned my lesson there, and I've got a steady job at the Ark these days that's not likely to go anywhere. It's not like that boat could ever sink or anything." She chuckled softly at the very idea of anything happening to that formidable structure that lingered in the darkness outside the windows as she recognized the familiar structures of the West rising around them.
Both their gazes shifting to the dim light that eeked through the darkly tinted glass as the SUV began to slow marking their arrival at the Riverdale apartments. "Besides it affords me such a swanky apartment and all." A light smile pulling at those sweetheart lips, her blue-green eyes sliding back towards him as he voiced his wish to continue their conversation within the comfort of her flat. Naturally she nodded as a quiet "Of course," filled the quiet confines of the back seat. That had been the plan after all and she took the opportunity to drink in the closeness of his face for one final moment, from the light stubble on his chin to the soft lines across his forehead, before sliding delicately from the security of his lap. Quickly she gathered the still-warm cup of tea from the cupholder and shifted towards the door before looking back expectantly to the vibrant hue of the vampire's own eyes once more with a smile that promised the night was still young.
Carolina Grace Bedford.