sing that word in a mariah carey voice

anonymous asked:

What kind of stuff in a person's chart indicates talent in singer or just music in general?

I did quite a bit of research on this… One of my favorite topics, astrology and music. Both are gifts to our world. Both are languages to help us understand energy and what energy feels like.

The entire chart plays a significant role in someone’s ability in singing and music so I will try my best to illustrate everything as I hate leaving information out.

The information I’ve collected is from other astrologer’s opinions and charts of different types of musicians I’ve looked into.

I’ll start with the houses that have importance to this ability, the 1st, 2nd, 3rd, 4th, and 5th house.

The 1st house, I believe for the most part, dictates the style in which a musician goes for. So why would the 1st house play a role in the style of music a person goes for? Well, the ascendant is pretty much our doorway between the inner and the outer; how we present the inner to the outer. Our style would come from the 1st house directly.
Take a look at someone like Björk (Icelandic singer) and her chart. She’s got her 1st house starting in Scorpio. If you listen to her music, the style is very Scorpio inspired; it’s strange, penetrating, and unconventional. She has no problem expressing the energy a Scorpio represents in her music.
Now lets take another singer with a different ascendant, perhaps someone like Freddie Mercury from Queen or Robert Smith from The Cure; their ascendant is in Leo. Their sound is in no doubt very different from each other, but they seem to fit in that category of the dramatic Leo. Almost all of Robert Smith’s songs express the loving lion a Leo represents, its essence is of what Leo/5th house expresses. Then if you look at Freddie Mercury’s music, it is dramatic and theatrical like the Leo.
So looking at all the different ascendants, a person’s musical style (disregarding the rest of their chart) may be whatever energy that sign represents. An Aries maybe angry and raw and a Pisces may be hippie and psychedelically inspired. Maybe… This is my opinion on it, subject to change though.
I wouldn’t mind hearing other people’s opinion on the ascendant and how it demonstrates a person’s style in music. To get your minds thinking, here’s a random range of artists and their ascendant…
Rihanna - Aries
John Lennon - Aries
Mariah Carey - Taurus
Lana Del Rey - Taurus
Lady Gaga - Gemini
Billy Idol - Gemini
Tchaikovsky - Cancer
Annie Lennox - Virgo
Kurt Kobain - Virgo
Beyonce - Libra
Jared Leto - Libra
Ludwig Van Beethoven - Scorpio
Aretha Franklin - Scorpio
Prince - Scorpio
Elvis - Sagittarius
Kesha - Sagittarius
Barry White - Capricorn
Tom Jones - Capricorn
Ariana Grande - Capricorn
Taylor Swift - Capricorn
Adele - Aquarius
Nicki Minaj - Aquarius
David Bowie - Aquarius
Michael Jackson - Pisces

One last note before I move onto the 2nd house; I also noticed that almost all of my favourite singers had their ascendant in Leo which is funny because my ascendant is in Leo… We pick music that best suit our style. What are your favourite artist’s ascendants and can you relate to them?

The 2nd house rules the throat. The condition of the throat itself will impact the sound of someone’s voice. Having many beneficial planets in the 2nd house would be good for a singer, some singers even have stelliums in the 2nd house. I know some other people made some really good posts about the 2nd house and its affect on voice so I won’t go too deep into the 2nd house and what planets do what to your voice. To sum up the affects of planets in the 2nd house, it’s pretty much what you would assume; Mars in the 2nd house would give a powerful or even masculine voice whereas Venus in the 2nd house would give a soft and feminine voice. So think of the planet and what it represents to know what it does to a person’s voice.
I do however want to however talk about whatever sign is cusping the 2nd house and its impact on a person’s voice.
Lets talk about the elements itself; what might a fire voice sound like? a water voice? an earth voice? an air voice? I’ve been trying to put my finger on this exactly, semi-stumped still; don’t really know how to put it to words.
I do know for sure the air voice. These are people who have an unafflicted 2nd house in an air sign. Their voices have the potential of singing at operatic levels. Their voices are light, high note reaching, and quite literally I would describe them as airy. Just a few examples of people with an air sign as their second house; Joan Sutherland - Gemini (opera singer), Annie Lennox - Libra, Ariana Grande - Aquarius, and Mariah Carey - Gemini.
For the fire voice, this was difficult to put to words. They seem to put a lot of emphasis on the words and sounds they make. Some of them even sound like they are straining their voice or really pushing the sounds that they make. Their voices can be strange, raw, or even penetrating. Some examples of fire voices; Robert Smith from the Cure - Leo (he also has Pluto in the 2nd house) and again Bjork - Sagittarius (she has quite a few planets in the 2nd house including Mars, Venus, and Mercury). For an actual example to listen to as I am bad at explaining things, here’s Robert and here’s Bjork. Adele also has her second house in a fire sign, Aries. She is influenced quite a bit by other parts in her chart, but she definitely has the crackly fire in her voice.
For the earth voice, I think is grounding yet dynamic because each of the earth signs are very different from each other in my opinion. Freddie Mercury for example has his second house in Virgo which is the essence of dynamic earth (ignoring the fact that he has many planets that are in the second house in Libra). It’s almost as if Virgo is also influenced by air because it is so mutable and changeable. The earth voice is usually light and pure. It’s smooth and vibrato. I believe Taurus is the richest earth voice of them all as it is grounded and ruled by Venus. So the examples for the earth voice I would say are Freddie Mercury - Virgo, Elvis - Capricorn, and Louis Armstrong - Taurus.
Finally for the water voice, to put it simply their voice usually has a LOT of soul. Some examples, Lady Gaga - Cancer, Barry White - Pisces, Tom Jones - Pisces, Beyonce - Scorpio.

Moving onto the 3rd house briefly. Now the 3rd house doesn’t have much to do with how your voice will sound, it is more of the mental side of communication. So things like lyrics and composing music would come from this house. Also because the 3rd house rules the hands, it may also dictate your ability in playing music.

And onto the 4th house. The 4th house is similar to the 1st house in such a way that is dictates style again. It Is actually sort of a mixture of the 1st house (who we are) and the 3rd house (how we communicate that), but the 4th house also reveals our emotions, the songs that come from within. The 4th house will show the root and meaning of songs; the feeling. Naturally water signs/planets can easily express emotions versus the air signs who may have some difficulty, but fun fact; the best poets/musicians usually have both air and water very prominent in their chart.

And the 5th house plays just as important part as the 4th house does. It’s creative potential. So if you can express your emotions through the 4th house, you need to creatively use them in the 5th house. Some of the best musicians have the 5th house prominent in their chart.

Pulling away from houses now… I want make a quick note about the blessing of how having a good balance of all the elements in a chart really can help a musician. Fire = passion/drive, Earth = rhythm, Air = intellect/skill, and Water = emotion. Obviously not all musicians have it all, but it really helps to have a good balance of them all.

Good placements for singers/musicians

-Venus in the 2nd or 5th house
-Venus in its ruler or exalted sign
-Venus in conjunction with the ascendant or midheaven
-Venus having harmonious aspects to the ascendant or midheaven
-Venus, Moon, and/or Neptune is prominent in the chart
-Moon is not afflicted
-Moon in Libra or Taurus
-Stelliums in Libra, Taurus, 2nd House, or 5th House
-Good aspects between Sun, Moon, Venus, and Neptune.
-Good as aspects/placements in the 3rd house (will help indicate if there’s ability to play instruments)
-Quintiles and biquintiles can show hidden talent. See if there are any between Venus, Mercury, Moon, or Neptune.

Not so good placements

-Any afflictions to Venus or planets that sit in Taurus/Libra/2nd/5th can cancel out singing ability.
-Any afflictions to the Mercury or planets that sit in the 3rd house or Gemini can make learning musical instruments difficult.

Dokyeom (svt) Soulmate!au

-          So this boy loves to sing

-          He sings out loud a lot

-          He sings while he does chores, or while he’s doing schoolwork or music writing work

-          He sings while he eats breakfast in the morning and second desert at eleven at night

-          But he also sings in his head for only himself to hear

-          And lately, he’s been noticing that sometimes when he does that, there’s this really sweet voice that joins in inside his head

-          It startled him at first, but it’s so pretty that he can’t help but sing along, and it hums so many of his favorite songs too.

-          And then he started noticing that the voice would start in his head even without him, and sometimes he started joining in and doing the harmony

-          He’d even come up with new melodies with the voice

-          What’s more, he noticed that the voice, while it was usually pretty vague, got significantly stronger and more distinct most of the mornings that he went to this one coffee shop for a morning caffeine boost

-          Sometimes it would fade again as he left, and sometimes it would start to fade while he was still there, he couldn’t figure it out

-          Then one day, he was in line to get his coffee and singing a lovely ballad with the mystery voice

-          And suddenly he heard you, a girl about his age who was waiting for her drink as well, start humming very quietly to herself right along with the voice that was in his head singing the harmony with him. And the voice was literally exactly the same, like the only reason he could tell that it was two separate voices was because when you started, he could suddenly hear it with his ears as well, not just his brain

-          He stopped singing in his head for a moment just because he was startled, and you stopped humming as well, which only added to his disbelief

-          So he started humming again, and soon enough your voice picked up in his head again, but not out loud. So he took a leap, and started humming out loud.

-          You picked you head up turned around to look at him all wide eyed because what on earth…?

-          And you started humming out loud to match him and you guys just stood there and stared at each other for a good moment until the barista was like ‘…eHEM’

-          And you were startled and reached back to get your coffee and people were kind of staring a little because you guys were behaving kind of strangely but they had no idea

-          But you had work to get to, and you were going to be late if you weren’t careful, so you had to rush off, but you kept glancing back at him

-          He wanted to see more of you though…

-          And he figured you frequented the place because it seemed like you were the voice in his head and it was always stronger when he was there, so the next morning, he went there like ten minutes after they opened

-          You had gotten there as soon as they opened, because lbr, you wanted to see him again too, so as soon as you saw him walk in, you started singing in your head and as soon as you did that you saw his face light up in a smile, because he knew you had to be here because your voice was so strong

-          So he looked around until he spotted you, and you were looking at him, and you both got kind of bashful

-          And he ordered a drink, paid, and then seemed a little unsure of himself but he walked slowly over to your table anyway and sat down

-          And then there was this silence and it was obviously kind of weird, but both of you were silently like ‘yeah. Yeah, I know, I get it’

-          And then eventually, he was like “you have a nice voice.” And you giggled and said thank you and about that time, his drink got there and you guy had like an hour before either of you had to leave so you guys stayed there and talked irl, and you found out about each other’s careers and stuff, and he had a dog that was really fluffy and sweet, and you were studying at a somewhat prestigious university, and all that stuff

-          And in the silent pauses, often times, one of you would catch yourselves singing in your head and the other would join in and you guys just started laughing because this was really weird but so cool

-          Right before you both had to leave, he was like “hey, listen, if you want to, I’m available again tomorrow morning.”

-          And you smiled really wide which made him light up even more and you were like “uh, yes? Of course, this is fantastic?”

-          So it became a thing

-          And then when you had a really difficult test you asked him at your coffee meeting “I’m really sorry and normally I wouldn’t ask this, but I have an exam in two hours and if you start singing then I’m going to want to join in and all that’s going to be in my head is Mariah Carey or Shinee or whatever you’re singing and I’m literally going to fail” And he laughs and says no problem, honey

-          And he manages to keep his brain voice quiet throughout the exam, but just before you went in, he started singing eye of the tiger in your head and you had to stop yourself from laughing in the school hallways at nothing

-          So you guys eventually decided to try and just speak to each other in your heads, but that didn’t work. Words didn’t translate, and none of he music had lyrics it was just tune, but you figured out you could hum certain parts of songs with lyrics to get meaning across and it became sort of a game for you two

-          And then one evening you guys were taking a walk beside a river, and you’d been silent (real silent and brain silent) for a while, and he just started brain humming that part of happy where it’s like “This might seem crazy what I’m ‘bout to say”

-          And you were like “Can you tell me” from tell my by Giraffage (listen to it, you’re welcome)

-          And he sings “IIIII love yoouuuuu” from that Got7 song and he’s smiling really big and you just crumple into giggles and turn to hide your face in his shoulder and he hugs you and laughs and you say out loud “I love you too” really quietly into his shoulder

I Want You Back

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: fluff

Summary: Thinking the boys are out, you jump in the shower and sing your heart out. But little do you know, Dean’s back, and he hears you.

Words: 944

Request: 

A/N: Based on this song!

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“Later!” You nearly push the guys out the door as they head out for groceries.

It was very rare that you get a moment alone, and you were really looking forward to having the motel room all to yourself for a bit. 

“See ya lat-” You slam the door, cutting Dean off. 

Sam and Dean look at each other, confused by your actions, but shrug it off and jump in the Impala.

You watch from the window as the boys drive off and do a little happy dance once they’re finally out of sight.

You love having the boys around, but sometimes you missed having time to yourself. The three of you ate together, slept together, hunted together, and drank together. There was hardly anything you didn’t do together.

So the chance to have the room to yourself while you showered would be golden. You didn’t have to worry about the boys bothering you about using all the hot water, and more importantly, you would be able to sing as loud as you wanted.

You loved to sing, but you were never really good, so you always kept it to yourself. Whenever the boys were around, you would softly hum, but you’ve never sang around them before, and you never planned too. 

You run into the bathroom and turn the shower on. You love hot showers. Not warm, but hot. Dean can’t believe you can stand being under that temperature comfortably for so long, but you loved the heat.

Once the room was nice and steamy, you stripe down and jump into the shower. 

As you pull the shower curtain closed, the motel room door opens and Dean walks back inside, cursing himself for forgetting his wallet. 

As he grabs his wallet from the table, he stops suddenly.

“When I had you to myself, I didn’t want you around. Those pretty faces always made you stand out in a crowd. Someone picked you from the bunch, one glance was all it took. Now it’s much too late for me to take a second look.”

You sing as you rub shampoo through your hair, shimming your body along to the beat.

Dean creeps closer to the bathroom door as some steam escaped from the bottom crack.

He had never heard you sing before. He’s heard you hum along to his songs in the car, and would catch you mouthing the words occasionally, but you never sang.

He never bothered to question it, since he had never given it much thought, but now, actually hearing you sing, he suddenly couldn’t figure out why you never would. You were good. Maybe not Mariah Carey good, but damn, you could hit those notes.

“Oh baby give me one more chance. Won’t you please let me back in your heart. Oh darling I was blind to let you go. Now since I’ve seen you in his arms. Oh I do now, yeah yeah yeah.”

Dean laughs as you keep going. Your voice is strong, and happy. He can hear how much fun you were having singing. He would even bet you’re doing some ridiculous dance along with it. 

“Trying to live without your love, is one long sleepless night. Let me show you boy, that I know wrong from right. Every street you walk on I leave tear stains on the ground. Following the boy, that I didn’t even want around.”

You now have your shaving cream canister in your hand as you rock the chorus on on your impromptu mic. 

“Oh baby give me one more chance–To show you that I love you–Won’t you please let me back in your heart.” You spin on your heel, careful not to slip.

“Oh darling I was blind to let you go–Let you go baby–Now since I’ve seen you in his arms–I want you back–Oh oh oh, yeah yeah yeah.” You finish strong, hand with the shaving cream high in the air as you ring out the last note. 

Suddenly, you hear someone clapping, and you jump as you see two hands reaching through the slightly opened door.

When the hell did the door open?

Wow, Y/N, that was great.” Dean’s voice carries through the crack. “You never told me you could sing.”

On the other side of the door, Dean is smirking, imagining how flustered you must be right now. You were great, but he’s sure you only sing when you think you’re alone for a reason.

“What the hell, Dean?” You shout as embarrassment runs through you. You want to smack your head against the wall for not hearing him come back.

“I thought you and Sam were at the store!” You yell over the running water.

“We were. I forgot my wallet.” Dean’s black leather wallet appears in the door as he shakes it, proving his words.

“Well now you have it. Get out!” You lean against the shower wall. You hate that he heard you. You had been singing at the top of your lungs, probably sounding like an idiot.

Thank god he couldn’t see you dancing. You think with a relieved sigh. 

“Yeah, yeah. I’m going, I’m going.” You watch as the door begins to pull shut but suddenly stops.

“You really did sound awesome.” Dean’s sincere voice arises over the steam before the door clicks shut. 

You bite your lip as you try not to smirk. 

“Dork,” you mutter under your breath and begin to rinse the conditioner out of your hair. 

“I’ve got my ticket for the long way round.”

Dean stands in the doorway and smiles as your voice carries through the room.

“Dork,” he laughs before running back to the Impala.

Crazy On You: Part II (Rated M for Darkness, Adult Situations, Violence)

Living with Malachi Parker was like waiting to be struck by lightning. Each day she healed a little bit more and her strength began to return. Despite her expectations, Kai had been attentive to her every need. There was always something to eat in the fridge and he was gentle when he changed the bandage covering her stitches. Of course, his sarcasm hadn’t waned at all…but Bonnie found that she was actually starting to enjoy Kai’s sense of humor—not that she would ever tell him. If Kai even suspected she starting to enjoy his company, he would be insufferable about it for days.

It took three weeks for Bonnie to stop wincing every time Kai moved. The reflex was involuntary but she knew it annoyed him nonetheless. He told her as much they started sharing a bed. She found the memory wrapping around her before she could stop it…

The two of them were seated across from each other in the living room, close enough to touch and yet a million miles of emotional distance separated them. While Kai read a book of Shakespeare’s sonnets, Bonnie thumbed through an old grimoire lying around upstairs. A chill hung in the air, causing her to shiver. Kai must have noticed because he closed the book and abruptly stood. Bonnie’s entire body tensed as he walked toward her. Kai paused in front of her, “I’m going to get some firewood. It’s getting chilly…” His voice was thick with something akin to anger as he stomped out the front door and slammed it behind him. 

Bonnie shifted uncomfortably, remaining tense until Kai walked back through the door. He unceremoniously dumped the logs onto the hearth and grabbed some old newspaper from a bin and threw it on. Kai’s eyes locked on Bonnie’s held as he removed the dagger holding his sister’s magic from a sheath at his belt. Channeling the magic through the object, Kai inhaled sharply, “Phasmatos salves a distum.” Flames erupted in the fireplace, flaring dangerously before settling back down again.

Once there was a nice blaze going, Kai moved toward the couch and plopped down beside Bonnie. His fingertips slid over her wrist, stroking over the soft cocoa skin. Her pulse leapt and a smile slid over his features. “You don’t need to be afraid of me.” 

Bonnie wasn’t entirely sure if the warmth that spread through her was because of Kai’s proximity or something worse. She inched closer to the edge of the sofa as she chewed the inside of her lip. Bonnie could feel Kai glaring daggers at her; his grip tightened and her breath hitched as she waited for pain that never came. Glancing sidelong at him, Bonnie tried to unravel the layers of emotion shimmering in his eyes. After a moment, she realized it was futile. “Why the hell would I trust you, Kai? You cook me a couple meals…don’t stab me for a few days and suddenly all is forgiven?” 

A chuckle emanated from somewhere deep in Kai’s chest. He dropped her hand, stretching out on the couch and placing his feet on the coffee table. “I gave you my word that I wouldn’t harm you.” 

“What’s that old expression? Fool me once, shame on you, fool me twice…” Bonnie refused to be complacent for a single moment longer. “You’ve tried to kill me on several occasions. I’m supposed to believe that’s all behind us?” She snapped. 

Kai liked mouthy Bonnie much better than moping, silent Bonnie. A shit-eating grin spread across his face, “I need you.” He slipped his hands behind his head, stretching out until their thighs were touching. “As hard as I’ve tried, I can’t have a family all by myself.” Bonnie rolled her eyes at Kai’s cackling laugh. “You are my only hope. I won’t hurt a single hair on your pretty little head.” 

Bonnie shook her head, “You’re just biding your time.” She frowned. “You know damn well I’m not going along with this stupid plan, Kai. Your mother may have been perfectly happy to sit back and be a broodmare for the Gemini coven but I won’t do it.” Bonnie’s heart pounded in her chest and she prepared to fend him off. Her were gritted and her first tight; Kai could overpower her with very little effort but she would not go down without a fight. “Try to force me and you will rue the day you were born.” 

“I’m a murderer, not a rapist.” Kai’s smile did not wane. Bonnie was tense and on edge again. When Kai shifted, Bonnie skittered away from him. He merely chuckled at her coltishness, “I was getting up to put another log on fire but since you’re up, would you mind?” Kai sat up straighter when she began to stalk away from him. “Where are you going? We were just getting to the good part.”

“The good part?” Bonnie turned on her heel.

“Open communication is a vital part of any relationship, Bon Bon.” Kai stood up, facing her head on. “So, let’s get it all out in the open, shall we?” At no point did he attempt to touch her as he spoke. “You aren’t the only one who’s been hurt here. You’re so focused on sins when you’ve done your fair share of stabbing too, sweetheart.”

“You get resurrected if you die!” Bonnie scoffed. “A few hours and you’re back without a scratch on you!”

“You didn’t know that when you tried to take me out!” Kai argued. “I wouldn’t even care if you did kill me, Bonnie. Yet you and Damon were going to get out of here and leave me behind.” The façade was slipping and the hurt in Kai’s eyes was growing more pronounced. He drew in a ragged breath, “I would rather be nothing than stuck here alone…” Kai’s entire body seemed to sag and he gripped the edge of the couch. “I’ve watched every single program on television on every different station. I know every single hit of 1994 by heart! I’ve been to every country and visited every landmark…” His throat tightened painfully. “I can’t do it anymore, Bonnie. I can’t be alone here. I won’t.” 

The rawness in Kai’s confession caused Bonnie’s stomach to churn. Watching him struggling with the pain affected her far more deeply than it should have. Still, she wasn’t in a particularly sympathetic mood. “This prison is of your own doing, Kai!” He moved closer and they were so close now that she could smell soap on his skin. “Maybe if you left your terrible family, it would never have come to this. You don’t need to be a witch to be powerful! You could’ve become a politician or a lawyer…” Any profession that welcomed sociopathy would’ve suited him well.  Bonnie itched to shake sense into Kai, her hands gripped his shoulders tightly. “Instead, you decided to murder your entire family!” 

Kai began to falter but Bonnie did not back down. “Now you tell me you want to start a family of your own? Let’s forget for a second that this idea is insane. That you would even think I’d go along with something like that…” She drew in a ragged breath, “What happens as it grows up? Will you drain the power out of our child? Would you abandon us in this world after you get what you wanted?” 

“No!” Kai exploded. His entire body was shaking with rage. The firelight was reflected in the cobalt of his eyes and it made him look positively demonic. If Bonnie were not being fueled purely by adrenaline, she would’ve been terrified. “Bonnie, I swear—”

Bonnie cut Kai off brutally. “Your empty promises mean nothing to me!”

“Fine! I’ll prove it then!” Stalking out of the room, Kai returned a moment later with the Ascendant. Holding it out to Bonnie, he allowed her to grab it tightly. Next he took the butcher knife holding Jo’s magic and settled it into her other hand. “Keep them! I don’t care, Bonnie!” Emotion clogged his throat as he put more distance between them, “You have the power. You’re in control. Whatever it is you want, I will give it to you.”

Bonnie folded her arms over her chest. She met his fiery gaze and her voice wavered only a little bit as she spoke the words she knew would crush him: “I want you to leave me alone.”

Kai was silent for a moment before he simply turned and walked up the stairs. Bonnie remained in the living room, stunned. She could hear Kai’s heavy footsteps clamber into the bedroom and he began to rifle through drawers. After that, he stormed into the bathroom and slammed the door. The whooshing sound of water starting up in the shower came next. Once again, Kai was blasting Mariah Carey and singing along in his stupid falsetto. It lasted only a few moments before Bonnie didn’t hear Kai’s voice anymore.

Anger warred with regret. Bonnie knew trusting Kai was a bad idea; everything she’d been through in this hellish prison had proven that. And yet, she was deeply ashamed of the way she’d cut Kai down just now. In a horrible twist of fate, they were literally the last man and woman alive in this plane of existence. Would it be so bad if they got along? Maybe she had been too harsh…

Insanity was the only explanation that made sense. Reliving the same day over and over again would drive anyone bonkers and she’d finally hit breaking point. What other reason could there be for empathizing with Kai?

The firelight had already begun to die out and pretty soon it was nothing but smoke and ash. Kai hadn’t forced Bonnie to eat dinner but she really couldn’t stomach the thought of it. Bonnie picked up Kai’s book of sonnets and thumbed through them. Although the words were beautiful, she couldn’t focus. Now there was no noise at all coming from upstairs. Kai could be sneaky and silent when he wanted to be…and Bonnie kept glancing behind her, expecting him to pop out and smother her when she least expected it.

Minutes ticked away into hours and Bonnie still hadn’t heard a peep. Gathering her strength, she crept toward the stairs. Ascending them slowly, she inched toward Kai’s bedroom. Although the door was open, Bonnie couldn’t see him in there. He was probably lurking; waiting for her to walk in. She decided it was better to avoid that room for now.

Given her injury and Kai’s hovering, she hadn’t gotten a chance to explore up here yet. The other rooms were closed tight, sealed closed. Bonnie opened the first door on the left expecting it to be musty. Instead, it smelled like lemon mixed with sunshine. Baby pictures and framed art hung on every wall. There was a box stuffed to the gills with two sets of every popular toy produced so far. Bunk beds were stacked by the window, catching the last rays of fading sunlight from the West. A door in the corner opened up into a closet filled with even more games, books, and clothing.

Brushing her fingertips over the velvety ear of a teddy bear, Bonnie sighed to herself. This room was a shrine to two well-loved children. Every inch of it was filled with love…unlike Kai’s sparse dormitory. Bonnie wandered through the rest of the rooms. The Parker children seemed to sleep in clusters: the girls in one room, the boys in another. Mom and dad had a gigantic suite filled with witchy artifacts and framed photos. As she snooped through their things, it struck Bonnie that there were almost no pictures of Kai.

Rifling through several drawers, she found several albums. Bonnie perched on the bed, tucking her legs beneath her as she looked through them. Names and dates were printed above each photo in tight, neat scrawl. The Parkers had seven perfect children…and Kai. In every photo, Kai was drawn and brooding. There was no joy or happiness in him. While his mother and father drew their other children close at family picnics and in the Christmas card, Kai was forced to sit a measurable distance away. It was becoming clear to Bonnie that Kai had been in a prison of isolation a lot longer than she realized…

The heavy chiming of the clock told her it was nearing midnight. Bonnie rubbed her eyes in disbelief. Had she really been lost in these old photos for that long? And where the hell was Kai? It wasn’t that she missed his presence, necessarily, but he’d never been gone for this long before.

Stashing the photos back where she’d found them, Bonnie peered down the hall. Kai’s door was still open but the room was dark. She decided that the girls’ room was her best option tonight. The bed closest to the window looked the most comfortable and she climbed in without hesitation. Although the days were warm, the nights in Portland grew cold. The shivering was putting tension on her stitches and she was aching something fierce. Bonnie recalled Kai had grabbed her a bottle of Tylenol but it was in his bedroom. She tried her best to ignore the pain and piled several more blankets on top of herself. Unfortunately, Bonnie got to the point where she could suffer no longer and was forced to get up.

Tiptoeing toward Kai’s bedroom, she stepped inside and spied the bottle of painkiller sitting on top of his dresser. Moonlight spilled through the window and illuminated the space where Kai usually slept. The bed was untouched and the only evidence he’d been in the room lately was his dirty clothes in a pile on the floor. Bonnie ignored the tug of worry that niggled at her. Kai wouldn’t abandon her, of that she was sure; it went against everything they’d argued about earlier. Still, she couldn’t be sure of his intentions. 

Unscrewing the child-lock top off the pills, she pushed open the bathroom door to get herself some water. Bonnie noticed Kai was sitting at the edge of the bathtub. He was still damp from his shower but remained naked except for a towel wrapped around his waist. Bonnie thought he was asleep at first but when he turned to face her, she nearly jumped. “What are you doing?” 

“Exactly what you asked of me,” Kai replied levelly. 

“I did not ask you to hide out in the bathroom…” Bonnie swallowed down her pills without hesitation. There was a big part of her that was ready to walk away but something stopped her. Stalking over to him, she grabbed his hand and hissed, “Kai, you’re like ice!” She noticed his cobalt eyes were red-rimmed and she fleetingly wondered if he’d been crying. Kneeling beside him, she quickly realized he wasn’t emotional…he was drunk. “Drinking in the shower? That’s a new low, even for you.” 

“Alcohol makes everything so much better.” Kai slurred. He didn’t fight when Bonnie to pull him to his feet. The towel he was wearing dipped dangerously low on his hips as they shuffled into the bedroom. Thankfully, she was able to get him to the bed before he lost it. Kai flopped back onto the springy mattress, pulling her with him as he fell. 

Bonnie gasped as she unintentionally crashed down on top of Kai. She fleetingly worried that she would crush him but he didn’t seem to mind. Suddenly, Bonnie was not cold at all…she was on fire. Kai’s rough hands trailed upward, skimming the contour of her sides before his palm came to rest where her heart beat wildly against her ribcage. It was a startlingly intimate gesture. Before she even realized what was happening, Kai’s soft lips skimmed over the contour of her collarbone and he pressed kisses up the column of her throat. 

Once again, Bonnie was torn. Her body yearned for release. It had been altogether too long since she had been touched, teased, and pleasured. The other part of her was trying to remind her that this was Malachi Parker. Every evil thing he’d done lingered on the outskirts of her mind…until Kai’s fingers found the button on her jeans. A moan tumbled from her lips as he rolled her onto her back and tugged her pants down as he went. 

Moonlight illuminated the paleness of Kai’s flesh, highlighting several marks she hadn’t noticed before. As she arched upward to give him better access to remove her bra, she wrapped her arms around him. Time stopped dead when she realized the skin there wasn’t as soft and smooth as the rest of him. There was a tangled mess of scars, clustered along his back and shoulders. “What happened to you?” Bonnie felt him go rigid beneath her and without warning, he wrenched away from her. “Kai!” 

In a flash, he was on the other side of the room and throwing on whatever clean clothes he could find. Bonnie went after him half-dressed. Who the hell was around to see her chasing him down the stairs in nothing but panties and a tank top. Kai went for his keys and she threw herself against the front door. 

“Get out of my way!” Kai commanded, his ire flowed outward like hot poison. When she didn’t move, he took a step forward and he was trembling. “Bonnie, if you don’t move now I can’t be responsible for my actions!” It didn’t matter…it was too late. Kai’s nails bit into her shoulders as he wrenched her away from the door. 

Bonnie used the momentum to drag Kai back against her. Her entire body jerked as she slammed back into the door, his full weight collapsing against her. Still weakened from the injury, she could not hold him up and they slid onto the ground. Crawling closer, Bonnie pulled Kai into her arms and he buried his face in the crook of her neck. His breath was coming out in harsh spurts reticent of sobs. She stroked his dark hair, soothing him as best she could.

In this moment, the past did not matter. They were not Bonnie Bennett and Malachi Peters. They were a man and a woman, bound in the seventh circle of hell.

Bonnie held Kai until they both fell asleep on the cold tile floor. When her eyes fluttered opened the next morning, she was in Kai’s bed and there was a single daisy in a glass vase. A smile tugged at the corner of her lips as she touched the velvety soft petals…

Things had changed drastically since that day. Weeks passed and although it was still May tenth, they both seemed to age years in that time. Bonnie glanced up as Kai entered the room with a large bouquet of daisies. Shyly, he offered them to her. Bonnie furrowed her eyebrows in confusion, “What are these for?” 

“It’s our one month anniversary!” Kai announced.

Chewing the inside of her lip was the only thing she could to stop herself from laughing. “You can’t be serious…”

Kai immediately became defensive, “Of course not.” He shrugged nonchalantly. “I had to run out and grab a few things for dinner. I noticed them and…I thought they were pretty. I figured it would brighten up the house.” His annoyance suddenly showed through and he made a grab for the flowers, “If you don’t like them—”

Bonnie batted his hands away, “I like them, Kai!” She laughed at the boyishly handsome grin he flashed her. “I’m going to put these in a vase.” Brushing past him, she headed into the kitchen and rifled through cabinets looking for something to put the flowers in. Bonnie was well aware that Kai was leaning in the doorjamb, staring at her behind. “This would go a lot faster if you just told me where it was.”

“Yeah but then I wouldn’t get a chance to enjoy the view,” Kai countered. He made a slight cluck of disappointment when Bonnie found a blue vase hiding beneath the sink. She rolled her eyes exaggeratedly before she set about trimming stems. There was something so soothing watching Bonnie methodically arranging flowers.

Carrying the vase to the kitchen table, Bonnie set it down in the center. “Looks good. You’re right, they really do brighten the house.” Dragging her fingers through her dark hair to smooth it, Bonnie suddenly became aware of Kai. His expression immediately gave her pause, “What? Did I get something on myself?” 

“No, you’re fine,” Kai replied. Sidling toward her, he used all the strength he had inside him not to reach out and touch her. “How are you feeling? Still in pain?” 

“The stitches are itchy as hell but no, it doesn’t hurt anymore.” Bonnie gazed up at him. 

Kai glanced down and licked his lips, “You mind if I take a look?” When she didn’t immediately protest, he eased the tank top she was wearing up. Kai quickly and efficiently tugged off the bandage, letting out a soft hum of approval. “Looks good. I think it’s about time for these stitches to come out. Just a second…” He washed up his hands in the sink before grabbing a box of matches. He ran the flame over the scissors to sterilize them before he knelt before her. “This might sting a bit.” 

One of Kai’s hands was wrapped around her hip to steady her while the other expertly snipped the knot holding the sutures in place. A single drop of crimson blood welled to the surface and Kai swore, “Am I hurting you?” 

The sensation was odd but thankfully, it did not hurt. Bonnie shook her head, “No, it’s actually kind of a relief to have them out.” Kai applied another bandage to protect the area until it scabbed over again. “Thanks.” 

“Don’t mention it,” Kai grinned. He was instantly aware of how intimate a position he was in. Part of him ached to lean in and kiss over the taut, smooth skin of her abdomen. Instead, he stood a little too quickly and cleared his throat several times, “So…since it is our one month anniversary…”

“I knew it! You’re a sentimental fool,” Bonnie accused, laughing as she poked a finger into his chest. 

“Yeah, yeah,” Kai grumbled but he didn’t bother looking embarrassed. “I was thinking that maybe we could go out on a proper date.” He licked his lips, “This house sits on about a hundred acres of land. Most of it’s just woods but I have a favorite spot. I’d like to show it to you, if you’re willing.” 

Bonnie considered turning him down. Although there had been furtive touches and glances since that night, they were both committed to keeping things light. An actual date seemed a little daunting. But at the end of the day, Bonnie knew they were still the last two people on earth. What was the harm? “That sounds nice.” She snorted when his eyebrows shot up in surprise. “You don’t have to look so shocked.” 

“No, I…” Kai couldn’t deny it. He expected at least a little bit of an argument. “Be ready to go around five? It’s a little bit of a hike but it’s worth it, I promise.” There was something so hopeful in his expression, it touched something vital in Bonnie. Kai noticed her hesitation, “Something the matter?”

“Can I borrow the car?” Bonnie watched Kai’s expression change. “I’ve been wearing your sisters’ clothes for a while now and I was thinking I could use a couple more outfits.” He’d taken her into town several times now and she knew the way. Still, he hadn’t yet allowed her to go out on her own. There was a large part of Kai that believed Bonnie would run if given half a chance. This was the perfect opportunity to find out if Kai really trusted her or not.

Reaching into his pocket, Kai tossed Bonnie the keys. “Don’t forget the clutch sticks a little bit. If you get in trouble, do you have my pager number?” 

“Yes,” Bonnie snorted at the ridiculous obsession he had with that stupid pager. Grabbing her purse, she slung it over her shoulder and slid into the driver’s seat. Kai would be annoyed that she adjusted the seat and the mirrors but she didn’t particularly care. This was the closest thing to freedom she’d had in a long time. As she navigated her way into town, Bonnie contemplated continuing driving until she ran out of gas. She had the Ascendant and the butcher knife with Jo’s magic inside…with the right combination of spells, she might be able to figure out a way to get home somehow. 

Then again, the thought of abandoning Kai grew less and less appealing as time wore on. Maybe it was just a bad case of Stockholm Syndrome but…he wasn’t all that bad. Ever since the night she’d seen his scars, Kai refused to talk about his life or his family. They discussed the lack of weather, the same stupid news, and new recipes he wanted to try. Still, Bonnie wanted to know more. If they were ever going to get back home, Kai needed rehabilitation first. By some twist of fate, Bonnie had gotten the job…and it time for her to embrace it. 

The local department store loomed before Bonnie. A smile curved over her lips as she tossed anything she wanted into the cart. Being the only woman on earth was a real perk at the moment. There were no crowds, no nosy salespeople, and—best of all—no need to pay! On the way out, a book sitting in a display gave her pause. A smile slid over her face as she grabbed it up and added it to her pile. Although she was running behind, she took the time to stop by the local craft store and wrapped the book up in pretty silver paper with a curly blue bow.

When Bonnie pulled back into the driveway, Kai was pacing in front of the house. He looked so stricken that for a moment, she almost felt bad for taking her time. She slid from the driver’s seat, she dropped the keys into his hand and pushed the package into his hands. “I’ll be ready in half an hour.”

Kai relaxed for the first time since Bonnie left. He glanced down at the package and raised a single eyebrow at her, “What’s this?” 

“Happy anniversary,” Bonnie called on her way up the stairs. She left Kai stunned in the middle of the driveway. Peering out the window in the twins’ room, she watched him a safe distance. Slowly, he pulled the corner of the paper and unwrapped a red book: 1001 Naughty Crosswords. Bonnie’s heart filled up as she watched Kai throw his head back and laugh. It was the first time she’d seen him so uninhibited. While she knew it wasn’t a free pass into his psyche, it was a start. 

For the moment, Bonnie had bigger things to worry about…like what exactly she was supposed to wear on a date with the last man on earth. Whatever way things went tonight, Bonnie knew only one thing for sure: nothing was ever going to be the same.  

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I don’t know what else to say besides this pairing is haunting me so hard. The response to the first segment was overwhelming. I wasn’t going to continue but…I did. And this little number is TWICE as long as the first one. If you like it, please let me know. You can send me messages, likes, reblogs, or tweet me @ Marinablack99. It all makes a HUGE difference and gives me muse to write more…

On that note, who wants more?

-Marina