Earlier Today…

[The cameraman’s hand is visible at a grey-wash door, pushing the door open. Within the confines of the dimly lit room stands the Mistress of Darkness: Gwenivere Jordan. She is alone. Demonica had gone off to get tape for her wrists and Darkstar was nowhere in sight. Gwenivere stands beside the sofa, digging lightly through her duffle bag. She is wearing a pair of black jeans, as usual, and a baggy, Metallica t-shirt that is from the Summer Sanitarium tour last year. She casts one glance at the camera, her gaze speaking volumes that she is unimpressed and slightly irritated. The door to the locker room swings open again, smacking into the cameraman and causing him to stumble sideways. The picture shakes for a moment before becoming stable once more. Darkstar stands inside the door now looking at Gwen quietly. There is no bag in his hand. He wears all his gear to and from the show. Pulling back the hood on his cloak he reveals his painted face. Still he opts to say nothing and rather just look at his current girlfriend instead. They haven't spoken much since earlier in the week when he blew up about the commercial. So things are somewhat strained. She had actually left and gone to her own home. She gazes in silence at him, dropping everything from her hands and into the bag. She doesn’t even blink as she stares into his blue eyes with her own sapphire ones. With a few steps, she moves around the couch until she stands about one foot away from him. It takes him a moment to say anything at all. He's not real good at this sort of thing.]

Darkstar: Hi...

[A little sigh escapes from Gwenivere as she closes the gap between them. Her arms wrap around his waist, hands flat against his shoulder blades as she almost disappears into his robe. Her cheek rests against his chest, listening to his heartbeat in silence.]

Gwenivere Jordan: I’m sorry I left, chéri. I just needed to clear my head.

[Her voice was quiet, almost raspy in a sense. He nods in response. His own raspy voice quiet as well.]

Darkstar: It's okay.

[He would say he understood, but this was easier. In a sense, she did know he understood. She remains there with her arms around him, just listening to his heart that she had missed the whole week she was in Picton. She moves away from him again, returning to her duffle bag, idly shifting through it so she has something to do with her hands. Walking over behind her he turns her around and kisses her deeply. A little bit of his paint smudges on her face as he does. She squeaks lightly in surprise, but soon melts into his arms, one hand on the side of his face, the other on the back of his neck as she kisses him back. She rose onto her toes to make a complete connection with his lips. Her eyes fall shut as she lingers against his lips. Soon, she draws away from him, eyes still half-lidded and almost dreamy.]

Gwenivere Jordan: Damn, I missed you.

[She smiles a little bit, letting go of his cheek so she wouldn’t smudge his makeup more than he had already smudged it across her face. There's a slight smile on his painted face, one that even she hadn’t seen often.]

Darkstar: Missed you too.

[The smile fades away as his mind changes gears. It is obvious that she knew that look better than the smile. She gently wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, wiping away the blue paint onto her hand.]

Darkstar: But I have to go to work now…

[She grins lightly, shaking her head as she smoothes back her hair, leaving a light trail of blue in her hair.]

Gwenivere Jordan: Oui, chéri. Just play bad in the sandbox for me.

[The scene fades out with the two just standing there.]

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