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Tallygarunga
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October, 2019 :: Spring


Invite An Awkward Romance (Feb. 14th '18)

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Narragyambie ☆ Assistant Wandmaker✩ Kaitore
40 year old Pureblood Human ☆ HE/HIM

Early in the day. . .

This had been an awkward start to an even more awkward 'Holiday'. After being pressured by his friend, Eudoxia, to finally give in and ask the 'Pretty Novelist' out for Valentines Day, Dylan, made his way towards the school. He left to make it their early purposefully to avoid the red-haired woman, perhaps at an attempt to be romantic or even the fact that certain habits were hard to break. As the day begun a new for the school and it's very classes he swung in under his hidden guise as 'Gilliam the Wandmaker' proclaiming that he had a few spare wands for the DADA class and was shown the direction towards there. While it wasn't a lie there had been an ulterior motive for the Irishman.

As he stepped into the classroom he found that Caitlin had not yet arrived which did wonders for him. He lowered a well made chest next to the desk and then left a small rose with a note on top of the desk that would be hard to miss the moment she'd walk into it. He could only hope that this kind of gesture could be considered as some form of step.
 

The note would read: 'Dear Caitlin Sullivan,
I am not entirely used to these kind of requests in person, so this is the best I could manage within my limited talents and experience. To ask you to meet me at the Italian restaurant, Vincente's, at eight o' clock tonight. If you don't show up I'd understand but I will be there waiting, formal-casual dress code.'

He wanted her to feel pretty but also at her own pace, in what she felt comfortable wearing.

Once he had felt it was properly placed in an easy to see position he'd quickly leave from the school grounds and make his way back towards the Wandshop. He had already informed Stardust that he'd be leaving early for 'Prior engagements.' but it was hard to hide what it really was considering what the day's intention had been. When the hours rolled closer to the meeting time he departed and went straight to his home to prepare himself in some of his finest clothing. He had no idea why he decided to heed such a request but he already set it in motion and needed to see it through.

He decided that he'd wear a black long button shirt with an emerald vest that seemed to accent it along with an emerald colored tie that slipped just under it and give a more presenting apparel, the slacks were also a smooth black color and he choose to wore brown
brogue's. A way to show a bit of his Irish heritage in how he chose to look, a bit of respect for both of their heritages really to some degree. In truth he wasn't sure how this night would go in particular but things were already tense between the two of them even though they were in the phase of just trying to get used to one another.

Dylan just couldn't get over the attraction that he's always felt for the woman.

At Vincente's. . .

Dylan chose to wait outside for her with his hands curled along one another and settled against his abdomen. The reason he didn't opt to pick her up was mostly in consideration of her Niece not knowing about him in the first place, but also that he was trying to court her aunt. Most importantly, it needed to feel like it was her choice and not strong armed by him showing up which could add an odd presence of pressure. Not that he expected her to feel that way, but courtesy was what he had been trying to offer.

He raised an arm up to look at his watch and kept his eyes opened and peeled for the woman. For all the things he had been able to face and conqueor, the arena of romance was something that he could never fully beat and with this particular opponent that he had hoped would arrive well. . . For someone who had been so new to it once more he had chosen one who'd be the greatest challenge within his entire life.

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Tally Staff ☆ Counselor, Profiler, Author, Psychologist★ LilyCat
121 year old Halfbreed Sorceraic ☆ She/Her

The letter and rose that had been left on her desk had been an odd surprise, if a nice one... however, there was a part of Caitlin that instantly felt threatened by what it entailed: an invitation to meet alone with someone in the city. She'd worked on too many cases, had been around too many incidents where a person was drawn out into a trap - not to mention had people attempt to do so to her - in the past, that her first thoughts were that it could be someone who had found her here in Australia and that she should ignore the note and everything and simply not show. She would be safe then.

Not for a moment had the woman thought that it might have come from the man who had dropped off the spare wands to use for the DADA class, so that students didn't go accidentally damaging their own.

However, something had still made her bring the blasted thing home, which was of course a huge mistake, when Cassandra met with her in the kitchen while gathering snacks, and had seen the rose and it's accompanying letter discarded on the counter. Unlike Caitlin, the younger woman believed it to be an actual admirer who wanted to woo the Irishwoman, and not only insisted that she should definitely go out, but practically bullied her into it!

The nerve of eighteen year olds.

Still, the older woman didn't want to cramp Cassandra, who was clearly being comforted by Alex, as well as spending an enjoyable time with him. And so she had looked in her wardrobe for something to try on. Originally, she'd decided a pinstripe skirt and blouse with a nice business jacket would do, but when spotted by her niece once again, was dragged back to her room while an apology was called out to Alexander because she had to teach her aunt how to dress for a hot date. How utterly embarrassing.

Almost an hour, a short red dress, high heels and her hair let down as well as make-up that brought out the oceanic blue of her eyes, and Caitlin was finally deemed 'properly dressed to kill' and allowed out of the house to whatever awaited her.

So it was, that the redhead now found herself in Melbourne, headed toward the address of the restaurant. She held her purse in front of her with both hands, blushing at some of the appreciative looks she was given while she walked past other restaurants, and vowed to exact some kind of vengeance on her niece for making her go through with this. She didn't even know who it was that had left the note, it could be anyone!

As lost as she was in her thoughts, Caitlin didn't even realise that she'd arrived, and she walked full speed ahead into someone who was stood outside the place, causing her to bounce off them and almost stumble backwards, her hands dropping her purse in order to grab onto the closest thing to keep her from breaking an ankle in her heels. That just so happened to be the man she'd run into, and as she made sure she had her balance again, she looked up in order to apologise, only to be struck mute at the familiar face.

Only then did Caitlin realise who had left the invite. She didn't even know what to say as her cheeks flared bright red at her own stupidity, as well as the awkwardness of feeling utterly confused and conflicted about this.

"I... u-uh... I didn't know who left it," Caitlin blurted out, mentally cringing at her lack of ability to speak properly for the moment. She then remembered her purse, and let go of Dylan as she looked down. But, her dress was so short! She didn't want to lean down, and so bit her lip as she glanced up at him, "Could you...?" She indicated to the fallen object as she asked quietly.

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Narragyambie ☆ Assistant Wandmaker✩ Kaitore
40 year old Pureblood Human ☆ HE/HIM

While Cassandra had been going through a montage of dresses with her Aunt, Alexander patiently waited as if he were at some kind of runway fashion show for 'How well do you look like you're LOOKING for 'some'.' Not that he actually know how one would actually pull that off being such a naïve and innocent angel. Once the hour had passed an Caitlin's new apparel and, let's face it, growl worthy wear had been chosen Alex couldn't help but give a cat-call of a whistle. Shame? The boy didn't know that word too well but it was as much towards the older woman's figure in the dress as well as Cassandra's talent of finding the right clothes to give off the right atmosphere that she wanted her Aunt to have. At least the young man knew what he was in for when the two of them started some restaurant date nights. 

While in Melbourne. . . 

Dylan's lifted up his arm as it began to curve inwards with a soft glance at the watch that hung at his wrist. There had still been a bit more of time left but should he even wait here and see if she'd arrive? The length of his fingers pushed through the neatly shaped beard in consideration on if he should just go or leave with the lingering thought that maybe he shouldn't have expected her to read or even look at it. Perhaps even that she had found a more suitable admirer, which was fair, considering he felt just as awkward leaving it and even more writing it out. 'I should not have let Doe talk me into doing this before she left for Greece. Don't even know what in Merlin's Mushroom's I'm doing.'  Just as he was about to turn away to leave a sudden impact halted him and the clatter of what seemed to be some kind of bag fell to the floor in the brief exchange. He was about to grab hold of the person in a protective motion since they had started to stumble forward, but it seemed the though of self preservation struck and slender hands grasped along his arm for stability. 

Not aware of who it was himself his gaze lowered to meet the woman's gaze. 'She. . . Actually came?' Eyes trailed from the strands of red that sat neatly on top of her head and flowed lower along her face and descended to see the kind of dress that she had 'chosen' to wear. If only he actually knew the horror the poor woman had to go through with a bunch of cheeky and spunky late-teens. 'She looks absolutely as stunning as she always does. No. . . More so tonight.' Air between the two of them seemed oddly silent until she spoke up in a surprised stammer. Of course, the sudden admirer on Valentines day, he should have thought that through better considering what her past had been and that she held pursuer's someone leaving behind an item such as that when she wasn't being actively chased would seem more suspicious than flattering. "It's alright, I am not used to the whole idea of romance. Wasn't sure how to even approach you about the idea. " Simply watching a person didn't grant the true scope of who they were as a person, interaction, social likes or dislikes. Sure, he could gleam it a bit but even then without the actual experience his mind wouldn't have been able to properly process a way to impress the woman enough to go through with the awkward possibility. 

"Of course! I apologize." Even if she did bump into him he should have took the initiative as a gentleman to pick up the purse without her asking him to do so. As knelt down he grasped it within his hand and pulled it from the ground to hand it towards her. "Admittedly, I am surprised you showed. I didn't think you would but I am glad you did, especially since you look extremely stunning tonight." The words Dylan spoke were genuine as he held his arm outwards in a looped form as an escort would towards such a high-class kind of event. The dress was a bit. . . More than he had expected her to wear or maybe the actual description was that it wasn't long what so ever. Did she really not know who it was wearing that kind of outfit? 

Who was he to complain really? Chances are she may have had someone pushing her as much as he had someone pushing him.

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Tally Staff ☆ Counselor, Profiler, Author, Psychologist★ LilyCat
121 year old Halfbreed Sorceraic ☆ She/Her

Both the teenagers were in for some kind of vengeance when Caitlin could think of something that felt sufficient for what she'd been put through, not only in getting ready for this 'date', and also having to listen to a wolf-whistle from someone who was a student, but for the fact that she felt utterly like a piece of eye candy or something. It wasn't a gaudy or cheap looking dress that she wore either. Caitlin never kept anything in her wardrobe that wasn't designer at least, or a a little classy. She couldn't even remember when she'd bought this one or why.

But clearly Cassandra had known what she was talking about when dressing someone for a 'hot date'. The look alone on Dylan's features when they spotted one another told her plenty, and caused a deep blush to rise in the woman's cheeks as her gaze darted away. As if she didn't feel awkward enough being admired by a nearby table of men who were clearly having a bachelor's valentine's day, but she had way overdressed for a simple dinner with a... friend? Acquaintance? She was still having trouble deciding what role Dylan had in her life beyond that of a silent watcher and someone who had disobeyed an order to kill her when she was younger.

That's what this was, right? A simple dinner.

Except then he mentioned 'romance', and Caitlin realised that this was indeed supposed to be a date. With Dylan.

"I... uh..." This was just a little bit awkward. Was this even appropriate? Caitlin was already here though, and offered a small sheepish smile, "I wasn't going to show, to be honest. Anonymous invitations tend to make me wary for good reasons." Reasons that the man would know about, "But, Cass insisted that it was likely just a secret admirer who just wanted to take me out on a date... plus, she has a young man over and they're having a kind of movie date at home, so my hanging around probably would have been disruptive." She was babbling, she knew it and clamped her mouth shut for a moment as Dylan offered his arm. Carefully, Cate accepted it, allowing him to lead the way.

"I'm sorry for being... well, I didn't realise you'd left that for me, so I'm rather surprised is all," Caitlin said quietly as they walked into the restaurant before waiting for someone to take them to their table.

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Narragyambie ☆ Assistant Wandmaker✩ Kaitore
40 year old Pureblood Human ☆ HE/HIM

Whatever the teens had brought on them from the wrath of this woman would come to pass when It did, they perhaps even knew full well that it would but considered social health for her as much more important. After all, a life of mostly work and writing hobby a happy life doesn't exactly make and she did deserve just a bit of fun for a night at least especially on Valentines day. Hopefully it'd bring something of a good time for the Professor in the long run. 

Exceedingly difficult by the second to avert his eyes from how she had been dressed, unexpected, to say the least. But not unwanted even if it wasn't intentionally for their own pleasure it would bring less tension towards the evening and at least press upon what he had hoped would be one that ended up lovely. Not in the sack but potentially a start towards something. . . Something that kept him stable and away from moving around, unsettled or unable to connect to other people socially as well as emotionally. There had also been the factor that to begin to forgive himself he must let go of his past and what better way than to take a step of civility with one from that very past that he tried to escape away from mentally? As the men began to stare at her as if she were a piece of meet a glance, no, a glare shot towards their direction as a fair warning - respect. Looking was one thing but to act as wolves even in a bachelor party towards a refined lady didn't settle well with his semi-old fashioned teachings. 

Awkward could only barely justify the amount of 'feeling out of place' welled up within the Irishman. " I somewhat realized up after already getting dressed up and showing. That you'd either ignore it for obvious reasons of it being either unhealthy in a particular way. . . But also by the fact of whom had sent it to you." Words showed that the gravity of the situation wasn't missed on him and that he respected the strength she had to just show up and not drive around until a time was 'suitable' enough for her to return back home. " She wasn't wrong, a good friend of mines pushed me out of the door practically as well. Just more figuratively versus literally in your case. I believe her words were. . . 'Now go ask out the pretty novelist and make sure you have fun.' At least you know about two major fans of your beauty." Dylan's final words were spoken in a smooth but blunt fashion showing that he didn't particularly care or have a filter about his honest feelings towards things or people. At least he had hoped it would come off that way, after all, the admiration he had for Cate was quite high. 

" She's dating now? I. . . "  To stop watching them from the shadows meant that certain bits of information no longer were in his reach even more so when opted to just learn about a person and their life in a less creepy and invasive manner. " I am truly happy for her, she's been through quite a lot and deserves that kind of happiness in her life. Someone constant and willing to listen or be there. You do as well, throwing yourself into work and writing a book isn't entirely healthy so perhaps this evening can be a start of a change for both of us." An enticing thought that such an evening would hold the power of change the two may have needed and even secret desired but it wouldn't just fall into their lap. They needed to make it work for them and turn the situation into favor. 

Dylan chuckled heartily while his head shook in understanding. " I'm still more surprised that I left such a thing. It felt weird to write it as equally as it was to think about the idea of it. Not that it is bad just. . . A lot to work through for both of us. But this evening I don't want it to be about the past we shared, as much as it hurts, I want to look at the present and just talk a bit about the things around us, honestly. " To truly release the chains of what clutched the both of them they would need to put aside that which made the air between them awkward and tense, but could they? 

A question that couldn't be answered in his mind from the interruption of the Concierge. "Table for two." An obviously popular place for the evening given the day but even at a sudden arrival they had managed to find a table that placed them right near a window with brightly lit streets and various couples walking by in giggle fits. Some perhaps even walking back to their own places to 'get busy' as it were. Two menus placed in between the both of them on the table as the Waiter bowed. "What can I get  to drink for the two of you?" He asked in a dignifying manner while Dylan glanced over towards Cate in consideration of what she might want first. "  We can always get a bottle of fine wine for the table and two glasses of water or something a bit stronger."

Truthfully, he just wanted the waiter to be gone as soon as possible so that they could just talk finally without having some sudden per-chance meet up or even someone intervene and throw off the evening. A lot needed to be talked about and perhaps the one question that lingered, at least on Dylan's mind, what was his true intention and what was he looking for in this kind of meeting? He was attracted to her this he knew more than ever but could there ever be more than him admiring her beauty from afar and never having it count or mean anything?

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Tally Staff ☆ Counselor, Profiler, Author, Psychologist★ LilyCat
121 year old Halfbreed Sorceraic ☆ She/Her

"Well, I suppose turning down an invitation to dinner at my age would probably be frowned upon by may a psychologist, including myself if it weren't about me," Caitlin offered a small fraction of a smile at her kind of jest. Though she knew she would be telling any client who might come to her with a story that was similar to her own that they needed to sometimes take a chance and allow life to happen. Just... she didn't think that way when it came to herself. She had commitments, a niece to raise... who was practically an adult now, she had been forced to realise when she'd found out that Alexander was going to stay a night or two with Cassandra.

Soon Cass would be out setting up her own life and Caitlin would be... on her own. Why did she suddenly find herself thinking about that? And why did it cause such a constriction in her chest? The woman was so glad that Dylan was talking and leading them into the restaurant, because she wasn't sure where her own head was supposed to be right now.

"He does seem like a nice lad, even if he's about as cheeky as her. I guess that makes them a match," Caitlin murmured softly with a gentle nod as she forced herself to return to the present, at least to be able to hold a conversation. She wasn't entirely sure what Dylan was hoping for with this, but it appeared that someone had talked him into trying to ask her on an actual date. To try and romance her? Again, Cate was confused about the appropriateness of it, so much so that the compliments about her appearance completely flew over her head without her realising.

"I honestly hadn't expected that you might have left it... I mean, I know you said that you were attracted to me when we were younger, but I didn't think..." Well, fifteen or sixteen years was an awfully long time to feel attracted to someone and not act upon it, instead simply watching from a distance. She was glad when they were led to a table though, since she was able to sit down then and think. She glanced at the waiter and then the wine menu briefly, "The shiraz, please. And a bottle of water for the table," Caitlin agreed lightly with a nod. At least she was still capable of ordering a drink. Goodness knew she needed it. Once the waiter left, Caitlin was then quiet another moment, before looking across at Dylan.

"I have to be honest, this is awfully awkward for me. I can't even remember the last time I went on a date, much less to be having one with someone who's been a spectre for almost half my life."

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Narragyambie ☆ Assistant Wandmaker✩ Kaitore
40 year old Pureblood Human ☆ HE/HIM

"That's how I feel, to be frank. I'm thirty-eight years old and have yet have a truly serious relationship. If that wouldn't alert a psychologist enough, I actually haven't had the urge for one in quite some time." Dylan refrained from explaining the reason on why he hadn't, how much creepier would it be to know that he held a flame for Cate all these years? That he had found women impressive but not to the level of attraction. How messed up in the head an emotions was he for all these years now that the thought processed through his mind. Opening up seemed to be difficult on his end unable to often find the right topic to speak on in this kind of situation, he was by no means, a social person. 

"You sound almost as if you approve of him." A brief smile tugged at the corner of his lips as he listened to her speak about her niece's new 'boy toy' as it were. "It's always a certain kind of blessing that comes along when you can find a person who gets you entirely and never leaves a judging word. Whether it's a friend or someone more than that." This was something he could reflect on since it had primarily been Doe who set him on this kind of a course, to look beyond what he had caused in his past and see that who he was now deserved something a bit better than what he was cursing himself with. And maybe, just maybe, it was true that he needed someone that could see through all the caked up grime that made up the man. 

"That I still would be? Emotions are always complicated little buggers." That was a much larger truth than words could ever convey and it caused the man to laugh in amusement at that thought a lone. "You never know if you're truly 'over' someone or even still interested until you come face to face with them once more. It's almost as if with each person that you meet apart of you is taken and store as well as vice versa. For good or ill anyways." As she made the order the waiter collected up the drink menu's and left to procure the orders as well as the food menu that would be provided with the drinks when they arrived. 

Dylan rubbed a hand along the edge of his eyebrow in thought and seemed to nod in acknowledgement and agreement at the same time. "I can see why that would be awkward. Very few headlines start with 'And I had a formal date with my stalker'." The thought was a powerful one and enough to make him feel cautious about this entire evening but he had to push it aside for the time being. "Personally, I've never been on a date. Well, not one I would deem as a date personally from my side of the table. Maybe not entirely truly dates now that I think about it and the outcome of it all. Needless to say, I'm more than just rusty at this almost non existent. But it has made me realized I know about you but I do not truly -know- you. That's something, admittedly, that I would like to change. On a personal level and this seemed like a good idea to start breaking down those kinds of walls."

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121 year old Halfbreed Sorceraic ☆ She/Her

The psychologist in Caitlin instantly picked up on the fact that Dylan apparently hadn't felt the urge to enter a relationship for a long time, and a part of her wanted to question such a thing, but she wasn't supposed to be here as a psychologist. And there was another part of her that wasn't sure she really wanted to know the answers to the questions she had to ask.

"But, certainly you've seen the occasional woman here and there, yes?" People had needs after all, and even Cate had on occasion given in to a one night stand here and there, usually only to disappoint the man she'd found herself with by saying that she wasn't intending to see them again. Perhaps it was a little cold, but it was honest. She'd had no time to get emotionally invested in anyone, and she certainly wasn't going to bring someone she simply slept with into her niece's life suddenly. The words about Alex, however, caused her to take a moment to think before she gave a small nod, "I suppose I do. Cassandra... well, she had a night terror, and he had helped to calm her down. He seemed to genuinely care for her, which I'm happy for. She's spent so much of her life maintaining a certain distance from others." Cate had seen the slight change in her niece since their move, and it felt like this might actually allow Cass something of a semi-normal life at last.

"Ah, yes, that..." Caitlin's blush returned to her cheeks just slightly as she glanced down at the table, while Dylan spoke about knowing whether one is truly over another person. "But... you've been watching over us for so many years. And nothing." Did it confuse her? Perhaps it unsettled her just a little, since people who followed someone they held affection for in the manner that he had were usually... a bit unhinged. He seemed perfectly calm and in control of himself, but was he? At least he agreed on why she'd feel awkward, "Yes, exactly. It generally does tend to cause a red flag to pop up." A brow rose slightly. It was his continuation, however that confused Caitlin from trying to figure out if he really was unhinged, or simply just trying to take the opportunity to get to know her now he wasn't in the shadows anymore.

"I... that's fair, I suppose. Just... promise there's not going to be any kind of attempt to kidnap me at the end of the date and hold me in a dark room so you can keep me all to yourself, yes?" It was a partial jest, but also gave away that she was at least a little nervous about this entire scenario. "So long as I'm safe from all that, then I think I can handle a dinner and getting to know one another a little better."

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Narragyambie ☆ Assistant Wandmaker✩ Kaitore
40 year old Pureblood Human ☆ HE/HIM

Being careful was a difficult prospect for this kind of intimate detail and he was aware of it. Between his natural affinity to hide against her natural affinity to digging out the truth they were at an ironic. . . Opposite road, truly black and white. Almost seemed like they were both trying to fight what had been trained by themselves and other outlets to react towards, because in truth, he was surprised she hadn't reached out for more proving questions. Albeit, grateful, but he would have answered as honestly as he could have. 

For example, the question she had just asked about seeing the occasional woman. Dylan let out a low laughter and a slight twitch of his head. "To satisfy that human desire? Of course. Those urges at times just need to come out one way or another and most often it's best with someone that you don't know versus someone you do. Have to avoid actually hurting those in your inner circle. " One of the many reasons he had never tried to proposition seriously any woman he had grow attached towards as a friend. Things like that often made everything that much more clouded than it truly needed it to be. As she spoke of the night terrors his eyes averted slightly knowing enough that he had been one of the potential causes towards it building in such a pain. Eyes focused once more on the woman across from him. "That's good, someone being there meant she wouldn't be in distress. And it sounds like she recovered faster than usual. Just make sure you grill him well." The final sentence caused a smirk to twitch upwards on his lips. "Just to make sure he isn't some insane creeper that walks around stalking people. I hear at times they show up at bookstores and ask people out for awkward dates." It was supposed to be a joking barb towards his and her own situation but serious enough that he was concerned for their safety and livelihood. 

"Yes, but it isn't like I truly interacted with you both. That changes a lot of things and shifts them more into questions of whether one would actually feel the same or even view the people the same." He chuckled briefly and shrugged lightly at the thought of it all. "Unless someone was a true psychopath and lunatic, I don't think I've reached that level." No, he knew he didn't because Malcolm was a certified murderous lunatic. Dylan maybe was worse because he didn't have a mental imparity so he was just a murderer. One with a bit of a conscience in some instances but that didn't negate the truth of it all. "Answering the possible lingering question in your mind. . . " It was only natural to wonder if someone who liked you in the past still did, especially given that the reason of it was majorly apart of ones survival. "Yes, I am still very much attracted to you, Cate. Running into you at the bookstore gave me a chance to think afterwards and consider it with an entirely new perspective. That and a pushy friend.

He actually genuinely smiled, as if the brood was something that didn't even exist on his features. "I promise that I won't kidnap you and put you in a dark room. My house is pretty bright and relaxing." He met her half-jest with one of his own. "Wanting you all to myself is a decision I'd rather you to make for yourself." Dylan spoke this line boldly and with a dimming smile yet it still held the worth of honesty behind them. "I'm not looking to hurt you or harm you in anyway. With me, you'll always be safe from me, that I can promise you."

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Tally Staff ☆ Counselor, Profiler, Author, Psychologist★ LilyCat
121 year old Halfbreed Sorceraic ☆ She/Her

Caitlin had almost wished she hadn't asked about his personal life when Dylan decided to answer in blunt detail, and was a little shocked speechless for a moment with his lengthy answer, including his reasoning. She... hadn't asked for that much detail. But she decided to simply move on past it. This was proving to already be rather awkward, and the redhead found herself mentally cursing Cassandra and Alexander once again. Thankfully, the wine didn't take long to arrive, and she smiled after a glass was poured for her, before lifting it to take a sip.

"It is good. I was worried that Cassandra might try to keep people at a certain distance, like she has in the past," It had been somewhat painful watching her niece, who was such a naturally charismatic people person, continue to maintain a facade in front of others, never letting anyone in close enough to know the real her behind the mask. It seemed that with the move, at least Cass appeared willing to try to see where friendship might take her. The small self-jab that Dylan made was noticed though, and Caitlin huffed a brief soft chuckle. "No, definitely not a stalker kind. He's far too loud to get away with it, to begin with. He'd be caught out too easily," Caitlin chuckled again at that, somewhat amused that Cassandra had found someone who shared some of her outgoingness.

"I certainly hope you haven't reached the level of psychopath, I may have to be a little more concerned in that case," Cate managed to joke softly back, though she did raise a brow as though inspecting him. Whether the inspection was serious or not was impossible to tell, given the intelligent gaze that was constant in her eyes. At least until the man decided to once again be bluntly honest and tell her that he was still attracted to her. She... actually didn't know what to say to that, and blinked a few times as a soft pink hue took hold in her cheeks.

"Ha, at least I have a choice then," The woman huffed a soft nervous laugh, and then glanced up at the man again when he reassured her that she was safe. She honestly wasn't certain how to feel about any of this; the dinner, the confession. They barely knew one another, and yet he was saying that he was attracted to her, and had been for almost twenty years. "This is... a bit to take in," Caitlin murmured with a small nod before biting her lip. "But, I will at least trust that I'm safe with you," After all, if Dylan had ever wanted to harm her, he had countless opportunities over the years. At least with that knowledge, she managed to relax a fraction in her seat. Dinner and getting to know someone who admired her wasn't so bad, was it?

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Maybe he was a bit too blunt and opened about the question but the lack of a filter at least meant he was more honest versus evasive or worse, lying. Being in a situation and environment he hadn't considered in the past made choosing the proper words and thoughts that much more difficult to try and get out or impress onto the woman. Part of him had expected her to ask a question that may have lingered inside, after all, it was a chance for her to probe all she wanted and not worry about some kind of repercussion that would be reaped if any. Along with the wine that had arrived two of the menus for choosing an entrée had as well as he gently took one and settled it in front of Cate in a gentleman's motion before taking the final one for himself. 

"It's always something to be concerned about when that happens. Keeping people from being let in anyways, some managed to make the threshold but barely still held on the outside." Dylan spoke from a measure of experience finding it increasingly difficult to let anyone in unless they had truly proven themselves. A mentality that only became more severe after he had left Hogwarts and went on his own way in life. "Oh, those are the best kind. You get to laugh a bit while they try to explain how they were out for a 'Little stroll'." He smiled briefly as a question pursed through his mind that perhaps had a more personal reach. "What about yourself? Have you found it difficult to let people in too? I'm sorry that. . . Must be very personal. Being blunt and to the point is all I know. Hard to shake it to be. . . More considerate." He didn't want her to feel awkward about who he was as a person too much. Somethings about him he couldn't change and most people he met opted to remark they prefer he didn't change in that regard anyways. 

The man gave an awkward snicker as he shook his head and gave the woman a gentle bow of his head. "I can assure you, I'm not the level of a psychopath. Maybe just a creepy guy who works on wands. I would have chosen a boat but I don't like water all too much." He tried to offer up a charming smile behind the joke he pushed back towards her. He hadn't expected the pink hues on her cheeks, however, was she embarrassed a the honesty of his attraction? It was at least a good sign but he knew that also meant that an awkward confliction was only just behind that if things had started to be returned in the same manner. 

"Haha, I'm sorry about that, truly. I've always been labeled as 'Severe and honest'. Some would say honest to a fault. " His hand wrapped around the bottle of wine and started to pour it into the glass in front of himself. He had already decided what kind of meal he wanted the moment he glanced at the menu and would wait for Cate before calling over the waiter. "That is more than I could have expected, that much I know. Harming you isn't something I could ever do." That much he had hoped she'd seen and remembered. Not just from the years of knowing he had watched her from the shadow but the simple fact that even when he only had attraction to cling towards, he still couldn't finish the job on her or her niece. "I also know the bit of knowing I am. . .  Attracted could be much. But it's genuinely a refreshed or renewed one. You're nothing like you were back then." Reasonably so, so he decided to expand on that. 

"Strong and willful, determined - no longer just a cute young woman but a beautiful woman with dignity and grace. It's impressive to me, enough for me to consider that I want to know more about you as a person. It does also help that I have been considering just settling into a different kind of life and lifestyle these days."

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"Cass has a lot of scars that still haven't healed, no matter how much I've tried to help her. Perhaps someone else might be able to do a better job in showing her that it's alright to reach out, to allow others to be close," Goodness knew that Cate might not be around forever, or at the least Cassandra would one day decide to move out and have her own life, but what was the younger woman going to do if she had no one else that she could rely on? That path led down a very lonely and isolated road, not something Caitlin wanted to see for her niece. "I think that pair are in more danger of pulling pranks on others who they might come across, I'm not really worried about them. Besides, I feel like he understands her, perhaps has his own struggles," The woman offered a small shrug. However, she then glanced at Dylan as he related the conversation toward herself, and her silence was probably more telling than any answer she could give. But she cleared her throat a little and huffed a small sigh.

"Admittedly, it's not been the easiest thing to let others in, especially with all my previous work and the potential for losing others during an investigation. And, of course, there were the occasional set-ups, and people who were paid off to try and  get me into a situation where I would be vulnerable," Did Cate find it difficult to let others in? Of course she did. And with very good reason. Her previous work really left no chance for error, and she spent so many years studying, working, and raising her niece, that it had never exactly left any opportune times to socialise or get to know people. It wasn't Dylan's fault, and she felt bad if her voice sounded snappy with her answer, but the woman had to admit it was frustrating and she sighed softly, "Even now, I don't even know where to begin, just with co-workers," She shook her head a little before taking a sip of wine, and she glanced over at Dylan.

"It's... alright. A person is as they are, and it could be worse. You could be a lying, manipulative, conman, so when put into perspective it is much better that you are honest, even if I'm not exactly expecting or prepared for such truths," The woman offered a gentle nod, and then a small smile toward his appreciation that she was willing to at least trust that he wouldn't harm her. She had to trust at least that much, or else what the hell has he been doing keeping a vigil over her and Cass for years for? She took another drink from her glass, but then looked to Dylan again when he continued to explain that his attraction wasn't exactly the same as what it had been as teenagers. And as he continued on to describe her now, her cheeks grew slightly pink again.

"Well... uh, thank you. I know that there are a lot of people who could have gone the other way, having gone through what I have... could have turned to crime, or sought out vengeance and harmed a lot of other people, but that's not me, it never has been," Caitlin offered a gentle nod, and then lifted her chin a little as the man spoke about himself a little, "So you are considering the idea of settling into a stable life then? That's good, it's a positive step for yourself, and toward trying to heal from your own scars."

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"There's only so much a person can do, especially a relative, with the kinds of wounds that develop over the heart and mind."  Not the most comforting words or thought but he continued to follow it up with a gentle nugget. "Sometimes it takes the most unorthodox people to shatter the walls enough to start the repairs. Scar's won't always heal but at least with a bit of treatment they can be less restrictive." Unfortunately, Cass will have to still live with the pain and by extension so would Cate as they had both lost the same people. But to have a person there to lessen that ache often took someone that was high abnormal in either background or viewpoint, perhaps even both. "One never truly knows the struggles a teen goes through. At the very least if they've found one another it means they're willing to work with whatever issues that come their way, hopefully, anyways. Pranks and all.

The drawn silence was cue enough that he had struck a chord, whether right or wrong remained to be seen. "Where to begin. . . You know, I've often wondered that thought to myself more often these days than any other. How does one start to let someone in or even where could a person start at which offered the best environment to control it in, without needing to always be guarded. Something that it could happen bit by bit." The idea struck around in his mind for a moment but he nodded in belief that Cate actually had struck gold in the idea of working with her co-workers first. "Yes, I can see how that would be easier. It's a place with an expected atmosphere about it, a common goal and view for the most part. That helps to build up some kind of trust and in certain environments that trust is actually paramount. " A  hum resonated from the Irishman as he smiled softly and chuckled. "Thinking on it, I do trust my employer a bit more than I would have ever expected. Stardust adds a sense of calm in her antics and fascination with various creatures."

"I would make a horrible conman in every sense of the word. Absolutely no people skills, smooth talking? That'd be dreadful. " His hand rubbed at the side of his temple actually imagining himself going through the works of some slick and greasy corner rat just trying to get over on someone by fast-talking. "I am pretty sure I don't need to say it but if I am making you uncomfortable with it. . . I can try to think before I speak. Not so much repress the honesty but work around your comfort, really. " He noticed the tinge in her cheeks once more and a smile grew to a genuine level. He could -actually- smile, imagine that? 

Even if her words did offer a bit more of a sting than she might have realized. He was one of those people that turned to crime from guilt, self hatred or maybe more accurately, self-pity. "That makes you stronger than most. It's easy, very, easy - to think that crime is a good way to strike back through pain. But, all in all, it's the cowards way no matter how many people try to spin it otherwise." It took a coward to give in, a coward to conform to the demands and means to hurt another to further their own ambitions or ideologies alone. A severe assessment but one he labeled himself with enough to understand the scope of it all. "Mhm. Being adrift as I was, while giving me an interesting view of the world was never satisfying. It isn't a life any being should live, that much I can say." The talk of scars had been brought up once more and his eyes closed gently in thought of the word and how it applied to himself. 

"I don't know if I'll ever truly heal, if I can get it out of my head. But I think attempting to try and at least move passed it is the step I need to take. " Dylan's eyes opened up slightly to stare into Caitlin's eyes without breaking the contact on his end. "I do know you were right, back at the pub. That I needed to break out of the confinement I have set myself in from the past. As much as I never should forget it and what it caused I also shouldn't let myself be defined only by it." A lingering thought did come to mind and yet it was way off the topic at hand. His eyes followed the dress that clung to her body and he could only cough slightly. "Are you er. . . Comfortable, in that dress? I know you said Cass kind of forced you into going but I hadn't expected you to wear such a. . . Eye catching and risqué dress."

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"Oh, I know that much at least," Caitlin murmured, regarding how much a person could help another. She'd been in the same boat as Cassandra and her brother hadn't been able to help her very much, but he'd done a little bit at least. Until he was then taken away as well. Cate and Cass had often shared the same fear, that anyone who became close to them would just be taken away, and it make it more difficult to reassure one another or help heal those wounds they bore. "I don't think I've seen her this happy though... perhaps ever. Whatever it is they share, it's doing a lot of good for her, and forcing her to face her fear as well," And if it meant that they had Alexander staying over regularly, then Caitlin was willing to accommodate that. Anything to be able to see her niece happier, and not having to always hide behind the walls she'd built up.

"It isn't even just the idea of risking allowing someone in only to be trapped or something, but being able to trust that we're not just going to lose them, and facing the possibility of more heartbreak..." Cate trailed off a little as her expression turned to one of concern, some solemnness mixed in. She herself was very guilty of that fear. She'd known all the extended family that had been lost, had been made to carry the weight of that emptiness it left within her. "I... haven't really spoken a lot with my co-workers. I guess I feel rather awkward there too. I mean, from a professional standpoint, I have no issue discussing something to do with the students of curriculum... but socially..." The woman grimaced slightly, she definitely hadn't been great as far as trying to socialise with others. How did one even integrate into the teach social scene? She supposed she could try the Drunken Roo. She'd heard that a few of them went there of an evening on occasion.

"You don't need to try to censor yourself though. Just... be yourself, I will learn to deal with it, or simply have to subject myself to awkwardness and blushing whenever we're being social," Cate offered a small nod and brief reassuring smile. She felt a little bad that he thought he needed to tone down his natural way of being just for her sake. She did cant her head a little at his opinion on the paths a person with her history could take, "I don't know if I'd go assigning labels to what ways are for who. Everyone is wired to respond to a situation in a different way. Certainly, a person can fight their natural instinct if they truly wish to, but in those cases unless they have the proper support then they end up only damaging themselves when they fall. It's difficult to fight one's nature and what they'd grown up to believe and act upon." She had a feeling he had been talking about himself, and though she didn't know much about him, she knew that it was the influence of his family that had made him almost become something monstrous. He had fought that though, even if he did compensate with another path.

"I'm glad that you took my words to heart. I know it won't be easy, and that there are things you may never forgive yourself for, but you are who you are now, not who you were back then. And you get to decide what kind of man you will be," The redhead nodded gently, and then lifted her glass to take a sip, only to suddenly choke a little and sputter when he suddenly asked about her dress. Caitlin's cheeks burned almost as red as her hair as she tried to catch her breath and stop choking, and then she managed to croak out quietly, "We can blame Cassandra for this as well. She'd refused to let me go out in a blouse and pencil skirt... I... honestly don't know how I let her talk me into it. I think it was mostly just to get her to leave me alone in the end," She managed a half chuckle before coughing again, taking a long drink from her glass before reaching for the bottle to refill it. She definitely needed more wine.

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"At least now, she is facing it. Sometimes it takes people to the point of their death bed to even get to that point. It sounds as if she's found her strength and her help in the young man." From the small details that have been given anyways, it seemed to be the easiest conclusion to draw towards the situation. Dylan leaned into the table with the base of his arms resting on the edge of the table. It seemed all that was left had been for Cate, herself, to find some measure of happiness but the question always is how does one define let alone produce it? "It sounds like it is about time for you to start on your own path towards a form of happiness. Throwing yourself into work and activity must be exhausting, obligations on top of obligations with barely any wiggle room." Something that he could understand and relate towards with small tidbits of his past. His past. . . That was something he had been surprised she didn't probe at yet. "Heartbreak is terrible. . .  At least I would imagine it is. Truthfully, I've never been in a situation where the loss of others struck my heart. My family wasn't he most loving." Emotions, these were looked at as a form of weakness towards his parents. If only they could see him now. 

"I think stepping out here, tonight, shows that part of you is at least ready to try and connect with people socially again." He's followed enough of their life to know that moving was always burdensome especially to Australia where all they had definitely was one another to support in the times of need. What the two Sullivan girls needed was grounding, a place that they could truly consider home and not run from for their lives. "I promise you, I'll do whatever is in my ability to make sure that you both don't have to move again. That you can settle and start your roots here." That was the least he could do, he still owed them a great debt. 

"I don't mind the blushing too much. Adds a refined cuteness towards you, especially when you were caught off guard by it or even naturally flattered." A blunt remark, to be sure, but that was how he viewed the circumstance. To flush in embarrassment wasn't always a bad thing, at times, it just showed how taken by the compliment one had given. "Often to fight ones nature is seldom as stoic as most would hope it would be. Survival, self-preservation, Self-Interest. Though I guess as words and ideas they aren't inherently bad until a reason is applied behind them. But. . . That's also more of a philosophical debate than actual fact." He brought the glass of wine up to press against his lips as he sipped it in thought. 

"What kind of man I'll be. . . I think that's something I will be trying to discover until I pass on. It's one of those things where you never know until the end, where you can reflect on your life. Then decide then and there if you were a man worthy in your eyes or not." This was something he had seen a bit during the war, those that didn't make it for those that he tried to assist. They were proud of what they had tried to do even if it their lives were snuffed out before they could truly experience the way of the world. It wasn't until her cheeks glowed as brightly as her hair had been. A chuckle eases out of him as he shook his head and reached out for his hand to gently touch her glass holding hand. "It's nothing to be embarrassed about. I can see why she'd put you in it, sometimes a woman's natural beauty and curves need to be shown. Not for the world, that's secondary, but for herself. Confidence." At a certain point one understands dressing up is more so to appease your own ideal of how you look versus what others desire to see. 

Of course, in this case. .. She looked as if she were ready for at least a one night stand. Especially with how the men at the nearby Bachelor's party seemed to constantly glance over every now and then to check the woman out. 

"I'd call it daring and equal parts stunning on you. If I may have the honor of saying." There was a sense of a gentleman about Dylan simply the way he had been raised in high society. 

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"Yes, it certainly seems that way. And though I know they haven't known each other very long... I'm actually rather happy for her, for both of them really. I've gone over his history - school counselor and all - he's had it rather rough as well," Caitlin wasn't going to talk about specifically how rough, that was not something to discuss with anyone aside from Alex and anyone else he didn't mind talking about it. She was going to have to sit with him in her office some time in the near future as it was, simply to discuss how he was going, whether there was anything she could do as the school counselor to help him out. But that was something to think about at a later time. "It's not quite as easy as it sound... but I know I have to try something, I guess. Making some friends would probably be a good place to begin, once I work out how to do that," Was it really just as easy as going out and meeting people? What if she didn't connect with any of them? Or even turned out to be dull? She didn't see how exciting she could be as a conversationalist.

"I... uh... thank you, I suppose. But you do know, it's not your responsibility to make sure we can live our lives, right?" Not that she didn't appreciate the sentiment behind it, but Cate didn't like the idea of feeling like she was an obligation of the man's. Not when he had his own life that he had to begin living properly as well. It simply felt wrong for him to feel like he needed to take on the extra baggage of making sure she and Cassandra had an easier life here than they did back in Europe. The comment about her blushing only caused the colour to deepen a little as she lifted her glass to take another drink again. She was going to burst into flame at this rate if he kept it up.

"Well it sounds like you've tried to make a lot of decisions in your life, since teenagehood, that would make a much more positive influence, so that sounds rather promising, so long as you're not too harsh on yourself in the future, for your youth. Parents and caregivers or guardians are the ones who primarily shape a child, and lead their decisions. I'm not sure how much of your choices were those of your parents, but I can only guess they must have placed a lot of pressure on you from childhood," Cate offered a small nod, acknowledging the fact that she knew on some level that he probably hadn't been with those group of murderers by choice, but likely pushed into it, as something that he had to do, for his family's 'honour'.

"Well, it's not exactly a look that I'm used to," Cate's voice was soft as she glanced at her hand, where Dylan had reached to touch gently as he tried to reassure her about her niece's choice of attire. "I'm not entirely sure I feel confident though. More like a piece of steak that's being stared at by hungry wolves," The woman was well aware of the looks she'd been getting from others, mostly men. The style Cass had chosen for her wasn't 'slutty' by any means, but it was definitely more daring than Caitlin had ever tried before. She glanced back up at Dylan as he spoke again, however, complimenting her in a way that made her blush spread to her ears before she huffed a small chuckled and ducked her head with a gentle nod, "Uh, thank you. I have to say, you clean up well yourself. But then, I get the feeling that you often wear suits."

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"One can be surprised of those kind of connections, at least from my own experiences of just meeting people in general. There is often this form of clicking that sets into place." Perhaps that wasn't the best way to explain it but how else could one describe something that held no physical proof and merely hinged on Human whimsical nature? Even to such a degree he understood it from personal experience. It was on a whim alone that he had reacted as he did all those years back after all. "Those whom have it rough are rarely out of the woods in their youth. It would be good for you to reach out, even if not on a counselor level, as an Aunt. That maybe a better angle to approach him as considering the situation." No one really wanted to say their aunt had 'Shrinked' their boyfriend. But a considered guardian was something else entirely and fully in their right, a bit underhanded to some degree, but sometimes those kind of movements were necessary. "Don't ask me I have about one friend. I ended up meeting her from a dire circumstance at that, I'd never advise that manner." Dylan offered up a playful smile towards her direction. "Well you've already made on here." How he managed to say that with such a straight face not even a Seer could inform a person.

Dylan's head shook as if to dismiss the idea that it had been any form of responsibility, any form of obligation. Maybe a few years ago even a few days ago that would have been the case. But the time he had spent coming in contact with the woman along with his constant talks with Eudoxia, it had allowed for certain perspectives to be seen and a change within how he saw himself. Understanding the difference between what he -needed- to do and what he -wanted- to do. Which at times could be easily interchanged. "I want to do this for you both, not because it is my responsibility or because I have to. This is a matter of belief and I believe you two deserve that more than anyone I have ever met or known." Which was saying a lot, they weren't the first stories of tragedy he had met - maybe one of many he had caused but even the ones who had not been undone by his hand found their way already. The Sullivan's needed someone much like the others have had to help stand with them even if they were stubborn to think it was done for other reasons. "Consider it a step in me proving that I am doing so purely because of goodwill and nothing more." Well, there had been more, emotions.  Again. . . This -Attraction-. 

"I've tried - for a bit my mindset had been a bit. . . Twisted, distorted even going into my adulthood. Because of my crimes I had always thought a light of criminal activity was my only recourse. When you've been trained to know only one kind of way your actual talents seem somewhat. . . Condensed when you aren't looking fully at the glass." The fact remained he could have contributed his knowledge towards other places, he could have been an instructor against Dark Arts and Curses, how to defend against the urges of the Impure. Instead. . . He chose to work under a well-known criminal in the underworld. "But it's true, My Parents had an ideal, a goal. It seemed to be common for many of those of that Order. They enlisted their children, creating a cycle of heritage that would be bound." Even to this day he held his mask in his home and yet had yet to understand why he had kept it all these years, why he couldn't let it go. 

"It's a special look, not something you should get used to but definitely something that should be offered to someone you find special enough." A smile breeched his usually stern features as he started to lightly titter. "Whichever man manages to win your affection will have found him a woman of beauty and brains." Another one of his quick compliments that had been stated so bluntly. These weren't just random musings, these were his actual thoughts about who she was as a person, Woman of beauty, brains, and determination - To be admired and awed. As she complimented him he gave a sincere bow. "Haha, Thank you, I do try to keep my appearance as immaculate as possible. But I do wear suits more often than I can even count. At times I do want to break out but when I do I often feel out of my skin. A lot of my business deals required me to look a bit better, to be presentable."

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"I do intend to reach out to him, mostly just to make sure he knows that he has support that he can use if he needs it. I think the both of us can relate to what it's like to be going through a rough time during our youth," Caitlin offered a small nod, acknowledging that Dylan's early life was no doubt difficult as well. It was rather obvious that her own had been, and had never really eased up after it began either. Becoming a mother when she was only still in her first couple of years of university, to a child who had witnessed the murder of her parents. It had been difficult just to be able to balance work, study, and raising a distressed Cassandra. Trying to make friends during all that as well? It simply hadn't been possible, and had been a pattern that remained for the most part. She'd made acquaintances, work associates... but people she could relax with and talk to about life in general. No, she was something of a hermit. Dylan's words caused her to chuckle softly though, "Friends now, are we? I suppose that's a step-up from strangely protective stalker." She smirked softly, but appreciated the sentiment.

Still, it was strange to have the man wanting to make sure that she and Cassandra lived a relaxed and peaceful life, even for the reasons he was stating. He should be more focused on getting his own life settled, figuring out what his happiness involved, and aiming for that. But then again, perhaps that's what he was doing already? The woman listened as she took a sip from her wine. The invitation, the open statement of his attraction, as well as his desire to provide a good life for the Sullivan women was suddenly sounding a lot like intentions toward a possible future with Caitlin herself. No... she was overthinking this now. Seeing patterns in obviously friendly gestures, even if he was attracted to her.

"Still, you clearly tried to improve on what you had seen as the worst of offenses," Cate said quietly with a small nod. He hadn't chosen the best path that he could have, but it had still been a step up from what he had been walking before his sudden change of heart. Honestly, she thought he would probably make a perfect DADA teacher himself, he had lived on that side of the spectrum. But on the same note, it might dredge up memories he'd rather not. "Indeed, you weren't the only child who was recruited, I'm certain. Families involved in the darker beliefs tend to try and raise their own children to follow in their footsteps. I can only imagine the kind of danger you placed yourself in by defying them," Caitlin wasn't silly, she knew there was probably a death mark on the man. He'd done well to live so long without yet being taken down. The further compliments to her appearance however, took her mind off the darker thoughts that would only cloud an evening. She chuckled softly with a small shake of her head.

"I don't know how lucky he would be, I'm probably a rather difficult woman to deal with in that regard. I'm used to my life the way it is, how I've built it up... suddenly having to add someone else who gets to make decisions, and move my things around, and have a say on what to do or where to go..." Cate's brows rose, but she felt her hand grow tense around the neck of her wine glass. To give up some of her control, have to share everything she'd built up within herself, within her life, to have to try and not always be the one who was steering. There was something both terrifying and slightly exciting about it. But the terror of it was stronger. So many things could go wrong if she wasn't in control. She tried to push the thoughts aside though, it wasn't as though Dylan was asking to be in a relationship with her, "I can understand the oddness of wearing something you're not used to, trust me." She chuckled softly, glancing down at herself.

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"Youth. . . For all of what one doesn't have to deal with from the adult world often, there tends to be something that always is heavy and just as weighty." It was an interesting thing, many people have parents that tell them 'Not to worry about the big stuff', the things that would escape from their control because of the position in life. Then, there had always been something so much more pressuring in the path that just shook up ones youngling years. "But I agree, support is important, it's what can help make a massive change from a future bad decision." What if he had reached out for support? That was a thought that had often plagued him and perhaps it should to remind him that a shoulder is often needed. "Hahaha, I don't think I am entirely out of the woods of the 'strangely' part yet. After all, I did ask you out on a date. On valentines day. In almost backfiring way." He wasn't beyond the amusement of the entire scenario. 

This was a step for him in another way, not so much that it was his happiness that he had hinged any of this on - Or maybe it did involved that more than he picked up on. Dylan couldn't outright deny that part of his intention had been to see what possibly 'could be' and that wasn't entirely on his own initiative. If not for the little friendly push from his own long time friend he probably wouldn't be here, wouldn't be entertaining the possible idea of the he and Caitlin being more. It was a blessing that she was prying into his mind in the moment because that would all be very hard to explain. 

A stern nod formed. "There are only ever two options in those kind of situations, you either dig further into the darkness that is within each person or you rise above it and try to improve as a genuine person. I opted to try and do just a tad bit better." He smiled softly towards her as he pressed the edge of the glass to his lips to drink from it. Many things he probably should and could have done to better impact people in a positive way, to give them a fighting chance against the kinds of people in the world that he had met. Though, perhaps, that was why he chose to become a Wandmaker instead. While wandless magic was becoming more popular there was still the presence of a true friend within your grasp that made things much different. He'd never give up the feel of a wand for simple ease unless he had been pushed to fight without what helped to defend and protect. "Enough that I have the physical scars, enough that I am still very much on the run myself. Though there comes a time when a person must stop running and hinge it all on a single moment. I was not the first, but I shall be come a symbol of defiance against those of the darker forces." That almost sounded. . . Anti-Heroish, didn't it?

"That's a very finality kind of way to think of it. It's less on who gets to make decisions, more on making it together. Still  the same way that a family does just with a more intimate closeness." Dylan had been around all forms of relationships, never in any of them, but he saw toxicity and he saw genuine care and people carving a new life for themselves. "Though you also get someone who wants to understand you and has to worry about you moving their things around too. Someone who won't try to dictate your life but respect what you've built and support while also building with you. " That much he picked up from Eudoxia, even with her martial fluctuations. But oh. . . If only they both knew how deep inside he had been entertaining the idea of a relationship with the red-head. Even a brief moment of a fond stare took place as he looked on the woman before he caught himself and narrowed his gaze towards the glass of wine as if to check how much he had left. 

"Especially this particular night and moment." He lifted up his gaze to stare at her and then trailed down her attire once more. Not in the fashion of a wolf but someone admiring a beautiful sculpture. "Yet, you still pull it off beautifully."

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Tally Staff ☆ Counselor, Profiler, Author, Psychologist★ LilyCat
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"I think it will be Cassandra who influences his decisions more than anyone else," Caitlin had to chuckle softly, "They do seem to be rather enamoured. It's cute, watching young innocent love blossoming." There was a fondness in her voice as she glanced at her drink. It was one  of those things she'd missed out on. Too much going on in her teenage years. Even though some of her peers had found connections, she'd been rather reserved, mostly concentrating on living to the next day. "Could be worse, you could have asked me on a date on an entirely inappropriate date," Like the anniversary of someone's death or something. Now that would be awkward. But at least she was feeling a little less awkward the longer they sat and talked, despite the glances she knew she was still receiving. There was no pressure from Dylan, she knew that, and it helped to feel a little less anxious about some anonymous person asking her out.

"Well, I have to commend you on taking the more positive step, than giving in to the darkness. I know it's influence can be intoxicating..." Cate had seen into the minds of enough dark wizards and Death Eaters to know. She'd seen and experienced all kinds of sides of the stories that people only heard about, witnessed and felt the horrors for herself. Some nights she wondered how she managed to maintain her sanity as well as she did. But in the end, it was always the thought that she had Cassandra to take care of. Her niece had been her salvation as much as she'd been Cass' guardian. "Planning on a final confrontation then?" There was curiosity in Caitlin's narrowed gaze. Was he intending to face them alone? That hardly seemed wise, at all. "Waiting for the right moment? Or have an intended one? Surely you don't plan to do it alone," A small frown crossed her features.

"I... suppose you are right. But, being someone who has had to be in control for so many years, the idea that I might have to split some of that... trust another person with making occasional decisions... it is quite daunting," Hinging her life on the idea that she would have to trust another person with so many intimate decisions. The very idea made her a little anxious. She liked where she was. Liked her house, and her role. Surely she was getting too old to even consider starting a new family, right? She was a career woman. "I would have to be able to trust another person with so much... and trust isn't something that's easily earned from me," The woman offered a soft chuckle, before taking another sip of her wine. Glancing up, she momentarily caught the look in the man's gaze, and it made her feel nervous for some reason. It could be so easy to pry, but she didn't want to be that person. If there was something he wanted to say then he would when he was ready. The compliment to  her outfit, however, caused another small embarrassed chuckle as she glanced down.

"Well... thank you. I do what I can," The woman murmured softly with a small nod, only glancing up again as she noticed the waiter arrive with their meals. The food smelled delicious at least, and she busied herself with getting ready to eat.

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Narragyambie ☆ Assistant Wandmaker✩ Kaitore
40 year old Pureblood Human ☆ HE/HIM

"Hahaha, Innocent love of youth? I've always wondered what that was like." Innocent crush of youth? That much he knew, or more so, forbidden crush. Maybe that was part of her appeal back then as well, that she had been such a forbidden fruit amongst all others that it only made her red-headed beauty all the more appealing to the youngling that he was in that time. To say that he didn't consider taking her to the sheets then would be an extreme lie, perhaps even more now. He snorted a bit and rubbed the edge of his chin in thought at that possibility. "That isn't entirely impossible for me. . . Dates and times aren't my best forte. I often forget my own birthday if I am to be honest about that. Hahaha." Most times it took others to remind him and even now Stardust often poked him about when his actual date of birth had been, though he knew it was because the fairy enjoyed sudden surprised. 

A small smirk pressed onto his lips. There was knowing and then there was 'knowing', he knew it from a perspective of being enthralled and enraptured into it. At least until the moment came and all of its grandiose delight had been stripped away being the cost was just too massive to contain within himself. Darkness that reveled in its evil and corroding passion to be viewed as a correct way, a way of power and the only route that the world should ever be kowtowed towards. Speeches and ideals that he'd hear again and again and being the presence of it all to the point one can feel the morality leak from them, conforming into the will of the serpent. At her question a soft smirk pressed into place, a knowing smirk at that. "Of course I plan to do it alone. Once they reveal themselves more thoroughly I'll set a plan in motion to better my chances." Survival had been the final thing on his mind, revenge and redemption. "I believe I am a juicy enough target that they might want to catch alone." His home would suffice as a place of his own choosing and battle ground - though the frown on her face showed the possible displeasure at the thought as a small smile formed. "You're either thinking 'That's very foolish, you should just ask for my help' or thinking that along with 'I do not want to lose this chance of getting to know the new you'. "

"Daunting yet exhilarating. I know what it means to have no control and what it means to wrest even a bit of control, the feeling of having minimal control and then finally grasping for a full manipulation of my own life." When he moved to France to join up with Malcolm his will and activities were no longer his very own but whatever the will of the purpose had been for their group. If he didn't want to take a life didn't matter only that it needed to be done. "Think about it, someone willing to battle with you long enough about control. The idea that for once everything didn't fall on your shoulders that you could just let go even for a little bit. Submit, once, to a good thing." That sounded a lot more innuendo laden than he had intended it to be now that he thought about it. "Trust is something that should never be easily earned. Someone willing to work hard and gain it even with the obstacles has proven their character, I believe."

"Well, I do hope to see more of what you can do, Caitlin."

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121 year old Halfbreed Sorceraic ☆ She/Her

"Something that's passed me by as well, between mourning for loved ones, and then having responsibility thrust upon me," Cate didn't ever wonder about what she missed out on though, on what could have happened if she'd paid more attention to people around her. She'd done what she needed to and didn't regret any of her decisions for a moment. Especially not when she saw Cass happy and healthy every day. In a way, her niece was her own salvation, saving her from walking a much different path. "Perhaps you need to start writing important days down then," The woman suggested with a soft chuckle, before shaking her head gently. At least she knew there was no such thing as a perfect timing. Things occurred when they did. Decisions are made when they are. And she knew all kinds of decisions and thoughts that had gone through the minds of many. She knew well it didn't take much to fall, and she made sure to try and keep that vault locked within her, for all it was worth.

"Indeed, I am thinking that it is very stupid of you to go and try to deal with it once and for all on your own. You should at least have someone to back you up, if you really hope to survive and continue working on this new life of yours," The woman was a little disgruntled at how easily he seemed to think he could do it on his own. She'd seen what happened to people who thought they could handle things without the assistance of others, and she honestly was enjoying the new open presence he had, and the opportunity to actually get to know him. She'd been unsure of it, but the longer they talked, the more at ease she felt, almost like talking with an old friend who she hadn't spoken to in years. "At least fill me in on the plan some time... perhaps I can offer a fresh perspective and ideas that would increase your chances," After all, she had been doing this for years, hunting down criminals and assisting in the capture of them. In honesty, Dylan was probably the key to bringing down the largest threat to herself and Cassandra, he knew more about them than she had even been able to glean over the years. She could find out much more with his help.

Listening as the man spoke about control, both the lack of it as well as wrestling it from another, Caitlin took a sip from her win and blinked a little as she watched him. He sounded so sure of it all and what he knew of it, and she knew very well there was some kind of excitement to knowing that one was leaving themselves in the hands of another and what they decided. The idea of battling it out did almost cause her to smirk a little, however then he mentioned submitting to a good thing, which sounded like it held so much more innuendo than he probably meant, and the redhead blushed as she bit her lip. Combined with his continued words and then the last sentence, she blinked a little as a soft chuckle fell from her lips, her gaze lowering, before she glanced up at him through her eyelashes, almost coyly.

"Are you saying that you'd like to handle me?" The question left her lips before she could stop it, and she blushed and cleared her throat as she glanced away, downing the wine in her hand quickly.

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To mourn was something that hadn't escaped Dylan but it wasn't in the same fashion. In that time he had mourned for a loss of his life, a loss of being able to ever connect to his parents beyond the expectations of darkness that they held for him. There was no love, no care, no nurturing embrace as much as many would have expected for a child growing up he knew not hugs only a sinister plan set in motion where he had been a piece of a larger puzzle. Or, so they thought, a slight that he is reminded of daily and fully expects of it to come full force. At least Cate had been able to find a path different even if there had been the struggle of the inner darkness. He snorted and laughed at her joke at his expense a bit. "That or perhaps I need to find me a secretary to remember all those dates for me. It would at least add a new job onto the market." A small smirk pressed onto his face. "But I suppose actually thinking about my own birthday wouldn't be too bad at  the moment. It's much different when you don't have anyone to truly celebrate with after all. Usually I just sit down with a good book and a bottle of bourbon. Much more relaxing than most might think.

"The original plan actually didn't account for a high survivability rate." Dylan's major plan had been to gather all the major players that were after Cass and Cate by gathering them into a central area and then. . . Explosion. That was before a lot of consideration, before he had been actually thinking about living a life. Every night since his reunion with Eudoxia and Caitlin he had cursed the fates for pushing people into his path in such a way. As if it had alternative plans from what he had in his mind. "But changes in certain things in my life make survivability much more ideal." After coming this far with the red-head it'd be awfully rude of him to up and die it was as if he would have been playing with her emotions and he knew Doe would never forgive him for going out in such a way as he intended. "I'll redesign the plan and show it to you, mostly because time is sparse to dally around it." Which was true, movements were around but nothing dedicated enough to actually pinpoint anything. He had considered going underground and hiding his face for the information but that would be more foolhardy than his actual plan. 

The first blush wasn't unnoticed and he had expected it because he tried to find the words to recover from his vocal blunder. It wasn't his original intention to make it sound as such and it wasn't until her own words spurred out with no filter and the blush the brightened further that his mouth slipped open. Eyebrow arched and his eyes pinned on the woman trying to get his mind to catch up even -further- now. It was the wine right? It had to be the wine. But what was his excuse? Due to the fact that his trousers had started to tighten immensely from the sheer insinuation of wanting to handle her. He coughed to allow for him to actually swallow before speaking. 

"Yes, I would.  Right now." It was his blunt nature, honest and straight to the point. There had been no need for a strong indication of words and while he was surprised in her he was more surprised in himself as his eyes subtly gaze along the restaurant to find a place. He had been actually scouting for something to do something so crass and raw and then pinned his sights back on the woman and grasped her hand gently. "I'm going to take control." It was that sheer confidence in his voice that he could indeed take control of her, perhaps even in a sense that it may promise something amazing with such a submission.  

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121 year old Halfbreed Sorceraic ☆ She/Her