Out of Character
Apologies for this being so late! I do have some art in the works for you, but I could not finish it in time! Expect that next month. Until then I hope you enjoy this bit of writing! Apologies again, my writing isn’t that great, I hope I did your wonderful character justice!
Characrers: Adam du Brickwall and Detective Sumya Abida
Valentines. The day of flowers, cheap chocolate and expression of love to the one you wish to keep closest. To Detective Sumya Abida, that special person could not have pushed himself further away. She tried to push those thoughts away by indulging in the taste of cheap coffee, for once the coffee was somewhat warm. However, not warm enough to relieve the coldness that man had left her in. She prided herself on her deceptive skills, the slight crease of the nose, a flicker of the eye, small, minute reactions can speak scrolls of truth, and detect a person’s true motive. Yet for Adam, he was infuriating. She tapped faster on her keyboard huffing at the strangulating thought, her stoic display dropping at the wrong time as the too familiar playful hum broke the silence outside her office.
“And that sounds exactly like someone frustrated with love!” Tina’s voice invaded just the right spots to stop Sumya’s typing marathon her fingers hovering just above the well-worn keyboard.
“Bingo! I just knew it and let me guess it’s the one with muscles that could protect you from anything, the one with soft looking blonde hair, those stoic and stern green eyes.”
“Tina!” She swivelled round crossing her arms and arching one of her eyebrows. “You mean an immovable mountain, one too stubborn to shift-”
“A bit like yourself then.” Tina rolled her eyes, Sumya could only shake her head in reply.
“He’s a stubborn one, but if he’s anything like you, you just need to not say no to the walls he puts up and crash through them.”
“Don’t you think I’ve been trying?” Sumya looked at Tina now, her full attention now on her co-worker. Tina must have had read enough romance novels to even make Nate surprised. Surely, she had some advice from all those days buried in those pages when she was supposed to be working.
“You’re here at work on valentine’s day huffing and puffing and asking your, very much single friend, yes I’m struggling, thankyou for asking, for advice! Remember what everyone used to call you? Lioness. Go out there and show him your roar!” Tina grinned, she pumped her hand in the air, laughter lighting up her every word.
“As am I, very single, I’m struggling, thanks for asking.” Sumya smiled in reply.
Adam had not stopped looking out the window since the sun had washed its orange hues through the blinds. Of all the days to not have a mission, it had to be valentines. A human celebration, that was just there to fuel their cruel economy. He could not care less about the holiday.
“All mighty leader, would you please hang these up?” The voice came from below; Adam paused his self-pining to look down at Farrah. Clutched in her hands was a pile of string, but what was attached to them made Adam immediately return his attention to the window.
“Mmmm I know you have a thing for her! Just say it! Say it!”Her hands turned into fists and she bounced them up and down to her chant’s beat, emphasised by her bouncing on the toes of her feet, “say it!”
He finally grumbled peeling himself away from the window and heading out of the sitting room with a signature grunt. “Must I remind you we are vampires? We have no need for this human celebration.”
“Then stop dragging her on.” Farrah retaliated, mimicking his posture, she comically tried to square her shoulders, puff out her chest all the while trying to stay balanced with a firm arm cross. “If you don’t care, tell her you’re not interested! She deserves better than this.”Her voice trailed off at the end; she dropped the decoration in favour to pat Adam’s back, her gold eyes meeting his stern greens.
“At least, show that you are interested.”
His trained stoicism dropped, his posture fell, and his eyes wandered to the other corner of the room. Whilst originally, he only looked over there to avoid Farrah and her painful words, it provided him with a solution. Nate’s calligraphy set.
There was that hideout. Her metal car came to a cranky halt, it complained as it always did when she clambered out. It was a miracle it still stood, let alone worked. She eyed her glorified tin can for a while longer, knowing she was just burning away time. She reached for the door handle when Tina’s words echoed in her head. She needed to do this.
She sighed, straightened her back, and entered the hideout of vampires, under one arm was a small letter and gift.
Her heartbeat, her familiar heartbeat, it brought Adam into an upright posture, he could feel ever every hair, her every muscle, it engulfed his senses. As much as he wanted to ignore her and punish himself for being so easily distracted, it brought a soft dimpled smile to his angular features.
“Detective, shouldn’t you be at work?” He refused to face her. He refused to look at her. For if he did, he was worried for what might happen.
“Shouldn’t you be grunting, breaking my things and doing the most incredible brick wall impression the world has ever seen?” She chuffed.
She was getting closer. He hurriedly tucked the letter into his pocket and made a move to walk directly past her. As he stood up, as he stood up to pass her, to leave her behind, to leave these horrible alien feelings behind. He looked down to see her brown skin against his pale. She latched onto his arm with a shake of her head. A firm look spread across her intimidating features.
“You will accept my valentine’s gift, and you will like it. Mr brickwall.”
It seemed he had no choice. She was captivating. His body moved before his mind could react, taking the gift she held out. It was a trap.
As his hands moved to accept the gift, she clasped both palms around his, her warmth and heartbeat spiking upon contact. He immediately felt blinded by her spell. It did not help that Farrah hid behind him, shortly giggling as she held him in place…
He softly closed his eyes and lifted his hand to clasp over hers. It felt wrong, yet it felt so right. Without breaking from his surprise, he whispered.
