if these wings could fly for the rest of our lives
Tentatively, the young woman settled upon the sofa, wrapping her slender arms around her petite figure in Arlo's oversized hoodie. His boxers sat low upon her hips, near threatening to fall with one wrong movement, prompting the young woman's own clear discomfort. That very distance she had subconsciously placed between them as she sat on the far end of the sofa near evident of her own continual overwhelming embarrassment. Abby was entirely ignorant to the effect her ruffled hair and little clothing had upon her boyfriend, her thoughts far more akin to racing through her head as her heart near pounded with her anxiety at that conversation to come. Slowly, her head bobbed as Arlo inquired if she wished to talk about the diamond-encrusted necklace she had arrived with - the young woman all but CERTAIN she had to return it. It must have cost like.....thousands from the sheer amount of sparkle on it, even if Abigail thought it was the prettiest thing she had ever seen. Her hazel eyes were drawn from the necklace, however, as her boyfriend insisted that there was something else he wanted to discuss first - the very notion prompted her cheeks to flush all over again with that soft pink hue. He didn't....really want to talk about what just happened, did he? What did she even SAY about it?! Abigail could hardly help how her teeth nibbled upon her bottom lip, her gaze immediately shifting away from the man beside her as she waited for that topic that clearly lingered heavily upon Arlo's mind.

The very very very VERY LAST thing Abigail had EVER anticipated, however, was for Arlo to ask her to MOVE IN. That very monumental-ness of that step forward near immediately caused her hazel irises to widen as she glanced up at him for a brief moment. Although Abigail knew it was entirely normal within American society, she had grown up in a place anything but American. Her whole world had consisted of a culture in which women's only true goal was to provide for their husbands - to see his house cleaned and prepared, to gift him her body, and, ultimately, a child to continue his lines. It was, perhaps, only her own family's stringent views on education that had also engrained her with a notion that she should have the sort of job her peers in Nepal had little dream of ever achieving but...her family had never sat down and discussed things like moving in with a boy! Especially not before she was even MARRIED. Slowly, the young woman shook her head as she softly admitted that this was most certainly not allowed. At least...she thought it was not allowed. Wasn't it? Those customs were altogether strict on this - a woman moved in with her husband the night of their marriage and then there were no more sleepovers and no chance of EVER returning home ever ever ever again. That soft sigh from her boyfriend almost sounded disappointing - at least until her explanation of what those beliefs were. That confusion on Arlo's face was altogether blatant as she glanced up at him - the man was quite clearly taken aback.

Before now, Abigail had never truly considered just how...stringent her childhood home had been. It was simply the way things were - the way everyone knew things to be. She had never bothered to question those rules of what she was allowed or not allowed to do. She had never really wanted to do those super-secret forbidden things before now either. It was, perhaps, a benefit to never quite having a boyfriend before. A notable frown crossed the girl's lips as she slowly repositioned upon the sofa, stretching out her feet, her hazel eyes fixated upon the chipped green nail polish on her toes (a result of her discovery nail polish existed). "I....I don't know." Abigail admitted softly, only for her head to shake ever so slightly as Arlo asked about the Nepalese government. "No, the government doesn't care and we're not citizens anyways...it was just...the way things were." A soft sigh left Abigail's lips as she reached up to tuck a stray strand of auburn hair behind her ear. "If you ever wanted to get married there, you had to make sure to follow the rules, otherwise no one would want you. I don't want to not be wanted..." Her eyebrows furrowed ever so slightly in consideration of those very thoughts that turned turbulently upon her mind. She had considered, of course, that if her future existed with Arlo, then surely doing...those things....now before they met at the alter would certainly be...permissible, right? But, by the same token, how often those American movies and books spoke of relationships like they were fleeting fickle things - with men breaking up with their girlfriends only after they'd gotten what they wanted. They were exactly the sort of stories that her Nepal teachers would point to when insisting on purity from the girls. But Arlo wouldn't just...leave her like that...would he? The very idea of it only furthered that small frown upon her features as her legs folded back up against her chest. This whole...relationship thingie was way too hard.

It was that very indecision within her that prompted the young woman to suggest that she would ask her father his views on Arlo's request. After all, he would know what she was allowed and not allowed to do, at least, so Abigail thought. The very idea seemed to prompt some glimpse of nervousness within her vampire boyfriend as he inquired if she wished Arlo to come with her. The very idea prompted a small, albeit weak, simper upon her features as she shook her head. "Daddy's been stationed in the Galápagos for the past year. He worked there as a Biologist for the Wildlife Conservation Society. I'll ask him when he calls next. He said he might come home for Christmas this year....maybe." Abigail fell silence in the wake of those words, the young woman entirely aware of the shift of her boyfriend at her side and his own preoccupation with his thoughts, whatever they might be. In a way, Arlo's determination, his perseverance, was almost endearing, if Abigail was not entirely uncertain that she was not going to let him down at the end of it all. The girl attempted to offer him a smile as she nodded, only for her hazel eyes to sweep over the contents of the dingy little apartment. "At the very least, you could use a new place, yeah?" She suggested, trying to find some silver lining in what she felt was an already tense situation. That grin upon his features at least seemed to suggest that he too was trying to reassure her...in some manner, even if Abigail was most definitely, pretty certainly, not reassured at all that this was going to go in any way that was in any shape good. Sigh.

That sudden inquiry of other questions drew Abigail's gaze back to the vampire beside her, his insistence that he knew the answer once again prompting a small furrow of her brow. "Oh, okay...?" She half-responded, half-inquired, letting Arlo continue the conversation as he saw fit. That chuckle only further prompted the confusion on her feminine features as Arlo shook his head, only to inquire if they could do other things. Other....things? Weren't they already doing other things? They watched T.V. together and he took her to a concert once and there was the Christmas tree decorating. Wasn't that 'other things'? That blank look upon her features seemed to prompt only further explanation from the man, though those things only made the girl even more baffled. Other things...with his...mouth? What more did he want to do with his mouth?! Wasn't kissing her enough? Oh no, what if he didn't like kissing her and that's what this was about?! Wasn't this like the first warning sign of an imminent breakup from that girl magazine she'd seen at the fancy store once? Was this because she said no to living with him? WAS THIS HOW IT ALL WENT WRONG?!?! Her own internal panic, however, was incredibly short-lived as Arlo made some effort to explain....sort of...what he....meant. Though really that only brought a whole NEW level of panic to the young girl. Butterflies were all but SOARING in her chest at the idea of....his....hands....where now?! For a long moment, Abigail just stared at him, her head hardly able to comprehend like...putting...her hands...down...his pants....in the no-no zone. Her school teacher definitely did NOT address this. Why would...he even want her hands there?! Was he....cold? Her lips parted, the girl pausing for a moment before her words were all but blurted out - "Itwasalittlegirlvampirethatgavemethenecklaceandshewantedto
makemeherpetandIthinkshestoleitandIneedtogiveitbackbutshe
killedsomeoneandlefttheminherhallwayandIdon'twanttogobackalone." Cause that totally had to do with intimate place touching.