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Post by Jashin on Feb 11, 2015 5:51:18 GMT
September 10th, 2007
As the sun rose higher, the weight of Adir's embrace soon brought Lyssa awake. Stretching against his body, she realized they were sharing his bed. The smile on her lips would have given her away had he seen it. The whispers, the feeding, it was working. Sliding from under his arm carefully, the drawing a light blanket over him, careful of his wings, she moved to the other room to change. Grabbing jeans and a sweater as she saw clouds begin to converge, she set about doing her usual things. She went to the garden and slid the dress from her body. Standing naked in the waning sunlight, she dug up the small vial of cream and began to rub it all over her body.
Setting it back in the small buried box, she took a quick sip of another small vial of crimson liquid. Those done, she closed and reburied the box and made the mark on it that would hide the fresh dug dirt from anyone glancing under the tree. The cream made her skin taste like sweetened honey, and the vial thinned her blood so it took near ten times the normal dose Adir needed to feed to make use of it. Thus keeping him less than full regardless how much he drank. And in drinking her thinned blood, his own thinned slightly every time he gave her that elusive Kiss. She smiled and caressed her neck. There were some perks to this. She had forgotten how good The Embrace felt.
Standing back up she slipped the jeans and sweater on over her bra and panties she had brought out. Being outside always invigorated her and once the dress was placed back in the house, tossed in one of the smaller cupboards in another ill used room, she went outside to work on the garden he saw from his balcony window. The bushes were replaced in their holes and using a bit of power, she set the roses to bloom as they had been before they were toppled and trampled as Marcus and his minions had thought perhaps he was buried there hiding. "Fools" she murmured as she worked.
As the day wore on, she cleaned the sitting room as well and went to the nearby market for some food for her. He may only need her, but she needed more to eat as her blood was thinner. Down side for her, but worth it. Coming back as the sun was about to set, she put the groceries away in the dry cellar and the fridge then went back into the sitting room. She had a lantern all set. When he awoke and left his room, she would hear and make her way onto the sitting room terrace where he would find her standing in the rain staring into the field and nearby forest. But till then, she sat with a book from the library and read.
With the fall of the sun across the western horizon, he started to stir finally, and wake. He could hear the repetition of the rain outside pelting the windows all around. His body was already half-undressed from the prior evening, so he finished the process and picked through his closet for a new set of clothing. He ended up wearing all charcoal gray in fairly plain style, no over-jacket this time. From the wardrobe, he exited the room and went wandering around, seeking out Lyssa, if only to converse with her.
She heard the bedroom door open,having hung it lopsided to begin with for just that purpose. Rising silent on bare feet, she went to the balcony and stood on it. Her hair was soon plastered to her head and the black sweater and jeans made her look almost like a crimson haired shadow. That is what his vision would see when he walked into the sitting room seeking her. The fireplace roaring and the doors partially closed to the balcony made the room warm but not stifling.
Stepping inside the sitting room, he found it to be pleasantly warm, a sure sign of someone being nearby. A few more steps into the room he gave a glance around as he walked. His acute senses could detect the echo of her scent here, even amidst the smoke from the hearth. He was near to the center of the room before spotting the open doors and the outline of her figure standing out on the balcony looking up at the rainy sky. His steps took him closer to her, merely observing as he walked to the threshold of the doors, not yet speaking.
She felt his presence but pretended she didn't. As he watched, she would slowly walk down into the garden and begin to caress the roses as if making sure they didn't become water logged. The rose bush of deep blood roses Raven had planted seemed to be her focus as she bent down, giving him a view of her tight derrière in the now soaked jeans. She stood and brushed wind blown wet hair from her face before plucking a solitary new bloom and brought it to her nose to inhale.
His footsteps carried him outside into the garden with her, he cared not about the temperature or the precipitation, such things as illness or cold had no effect on his body, but with as much blood as he took from her the prior evening, he thought he should make sure she did not fall ill. His steps brought him to stand beside her, the noise of the pounding rain muffled any sound of his approach. “They really are beautiful, aren't they?”
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Post by Jashin on Feb 11, 2015 5:51:22 GMT
She jumped as if startled and cried out lifting her arm as if to strike him. "AAHHHH"
He did not seem alarmed by her recoiling arm, he would have let her strike him if she had reacted in such a manner. He merely kept looking over to her as he stood beside her in the unrelenting cold mountain rain, which now plastered his silvery hair down and made his charcoal gray clothing appear to be much darker than it was. “Sorry to have startled you, Lyssa... I did not mean to. I was saying, the Roses... they're beautiful.”
Her hand came close to colliding with his chest, but she pulled it at the last moment and bit her lip startled and embarrassed. "Adir! I am so sorry I thought..." She turned back to the roses. "Yes, they are beautiful aren't they. I hope you don't mind I replanted them? It looked like maybe a storm had torn them out. I just hated to see them laying there in the mud." She picked up the bud she had dropped and turned to him. "I am sorry, I didn't realize how late it had gotten. We should go in or your wings will never dry." She laughed softly as she reached to caress then seemingly absently. "I would hate to not be able to get a hug later because you were wet." She turned and headed for the steps up to the balcony before he could answer.
“No, no.. of course I don't mind you replanting them at all. They were likely torn out by those who came to lay waste to the Keep, I'm glad you thought to save them.” The whispers seemed to touch his mind again as he stood there in her presence, he did not make the connection that her presence triggered the whispers, he merely assumed his thoughts of her were his own. “Yes, we ought to go inside, I wouldn't want you to catch a chill out here.” He stepped lively to keep up as she turned and strode off before he even started speaking. His footfalls halted him in front of the fireplace as he re-entered the room, taking a seat on the floor in front of the hearth to let himself dry.
She walked thru the room to the bathroom, removed her clothes and dried off before slipping into a long cotton robe. She wrapped a towel in her hair and walked into the sitting room with two towels. She came up behind him and let one of the towels land in his lap as she laughed and then knelt behind him and began to towel dry his hair. "It wouldn't do for you to get a chill either. Your body is already cold, I imagine adding wet to it doesn't help any." She worked some on his hair and, worried the towel would be too heavy, caressed her hands down the back of his wing wiping water down off them and caressing between the feathers to move the water out of them.
He sat by the warming fireplace, letting the heat sink into him as she went to change, his gaze took in the robe she wore now, and thought she looked just as beautiful as in the gown she had worn the previous night. He chuckled quietly at her comment, though not derisively by any means, just mirthful laughter. “Heh, no worries on that note. I couldn't get a chill if I wanted to. The cold only effects me when it starts to freeze my blood, which as you may know, is Very cold... I was going to sit here and let the heat dry me, but I won't say no to the attentions of a pretty young lady... it would be downright rude of me, don't you think?”
She laughed but it seemed forced and sad. "Another plus for being immortal I suppose, huh?" She went back to drying his hair then pulled the brush from her robe pocket and brushed it out. As she finished, she moved back to lean on the couch drawing her legs Indian style and began to untwine her own towel wrapped hair as he sat there.
“Yes, it is because of my immortality... I've never really known a lot of mortality other than second hand, being born into this state. I've never felt the sunlight in my life.” His own tone seemed sat at that fact, his body shifting on the floor to lay down on his side in front of the hearth as he looked up to Lyssa. “Thank you for your concern, though... I promise I was not trying to turn you aside in any way.”
"I know... I am sorry. I guess I just can't help but feel a bit at a loss when I am with you. You said someone came to your home and ruined it on purpose?" She looked up as the hair, all drawn to the side, sheened from the wetness as the towel worked the ends. "I can't imagine that. And yet part of me wants to be immortal. To throw off this body and not fear cold, heat, sickness or death." Her eyes cast down once more. "Kind of shallow I know... I guess we all want what we don't have." Her voice fell to nearly a whisper at the end.
“No, it is not shallow... I would say it is normal to want such things, to not be vulnerable... but trust me, my kind is plenty vulnerable. It just takes knowing what we're vulnerable to.” His lungs filled slowly, an un-needed breath, but it allowed him to heave forth a sigh before addressing her prior question. “Yes, some people came here and laid a siege against this Keep. Normally I have Wards in place to disallow such people from entering these grounds, but the Wards were set-up to allow members of my Family to enter... their squadron was led in by one of my own Family.”
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Post by Jashin on Feb 11, 2015 5:51:30 GMT
"Family?" The indignation and disbelief in her voice was more than obvious. "Oh, Adir... I am so sorry." She bit her lip looking around. "The wards won't hurt ME will they? I mean, I don't want to make things harder for you or make it easy for them to come back if you change them again." He wasn't aware she has a charm of the family crest given to her by Arkady. That was how she had left him unaware she had come and gone that day. The food she brought back was so little and repetitive of what had been left from the 'Hunters' that he wouldn't have noticed from that either.
“Treachery is commonplace in Vampire society, actually... I held a lot more honor than most, in my dealings with our kind, but blood holds little bond if it is not a forced bond, and I don't believe in those.” His gaze dropped from her as he shifted to sit upright, eyes studying the floor as he went on. “I refused to use my talents to their end, so they put a Hunt on me and mine. I assume my dear cousin led them here in exchange for being spared and some low-ranking position of power in their order. I just hope they did not find my wife as they claimed they would try to do.” His sorrow at the thought made him want to get up and go right then, even though he knew he was far too weak yet. “ ...I need to get stronger, faster.”
She set the towel and brush down and crawled over to kneel in front of his reclined body. Her bottom resting on her heels as her feet laid flat on the floor. It was almost subservient in position and one her past had taught her well. Her voice was calming as she spoke softly. "You married her, so I know she is a strong woman. She will not be taken or led astray easily." As she spoke, she loosed the belt on the robe and let it begin to slide from her shoulders. "Feed from me. Take what you need if it will make it better. Please." What he didn't know was that if he didn't release her before she thoroughly passed out, he would from the overly weak blood.
He glanced up from staring down at the floor, to focus his attention on Lyssa instead as she spoke and began to remove her robe. The whispers sung to him, knowing his secret and not so secret wants. *Sweet skin, sweeter blood, take her offer and more, so willing...* His Beast thrilled every time the whispers surfaced, they spoke right along with it's wants and it became increasingly harder to deny that the rest of him was wanting the same. “Lyssa, despite my better judgment, I fed from you last night. Two nights in a row is enough that I'm actually surprised you're up and walking around today... I cannot feed from you again tonight, it's just not medically safe, in maintaining your health.” With his eyes taking in her whole appearance, the subservient kneel, the opened robe, her beautiful features... he paused in his speech long enough to look over all these attributes before adding, “...Not that I wouldn't love to again right now. I just want to be safe with your well-being.”
Closing the robe as her eyes looked back down, she nodded. "I understand. I don't want you to kill me if it won't help you. And me staying will help you more." She rationalized his rejection and rose with almost willow grace. Leaning forward to tuck her toes under, then rocking back on her heels to rise up in one fluid motion, even the geisha of old Japan would envy the grace. She closed the robe and moved back to pick up the brush then moved around picking the other towels up. "I will leave you for a bit. I know the night should be yours as the day is mine. I don't want to take that from you." She left the room and headed to the bathroom. Moments later he would hear the soft melody of her voice singing as she cleaned up in the bathroom.
As he watched her walk out, he was a bit regretful to see her depart. Company was always good, but his decline of her offer, for whatever reason must have insulted her or hurt her pride. He could understand, he had always been quite the prideful sort in his days past.
He sat in contemplation for quite the expanse of time, while he let the fire dry out his clothing and wings of the earlier venture out into the chilly Baltic mountain rains. His body became restless as he sat, so he thought to see about fixing up his, no doubt plundered, armory. He went about the room, uprighting pillars that held various stone and metallic statues, restoring the ones that survived the siege and replacing some shields and weapons that once decorated the walls. To his surprise, not many pieces had been taken, and he left the room with a sharp dagger and a longsword.
Amidst the ruin in another room he chanced to pick up a smallish block of wood big enough to hold in one hand. Making his way back to the sitting room he and Lyssa had occupied earlier, he rekindled the hearth and sat down to carve. It was a skill he had picked up in his many hours of down-time through out the centuries, and had become fairly artful in his designs. Recalling the blood-rose she had held earlier, he set about carving the high detail of the flower into the wood over the course of a few hours. Once finished, he pushed the tip of the dagger into his thumb, welling up enough blood to the surface of his skin before he set to the task of coating the half-palm-sized carving with a sheen of it to tinge it red just like the rose.
Once the carving was finished, he left the trinket on the table in the same room, thinking she may come back to it in the daylight hours, and set off to the Entrance Hall of the Keep. Looking out over the ruin Marcus and his men had left in their wake, he re-visited the day they arrived in his mind as he went into an exercise of swordsmanship practice... envisioning cutting down each one of them as they stepped before him in a gentlemanly duel. Were that the case that day, he could have dispatched each and every one of them, but he knew they were naught but animals without any sense of chivalry. Even in a 'duel' they would no doubt help one another to tip the scales.
With his sword arm feeling the burn of his work-out, and the rise of the dawn approaching within onset of the next coming hour, he returned to his chambers and prepared for bed. Not bothering with night-clothes, or to put away his new-found weapon. He simply propped the sword next to his bed, undressed and fell into slumber as the morning light crested the first of the mountains in the region.
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Post by Jashin on Feb 11, 2015 5:51:36 GMT
September 11, 2007
Lyssa woke as the sun began to crest the horizon. She had spread the curtains to catch the first rays. She had things to do this day. She went to the garden and performed her morning ritual. After dressing in jeans and a t shirt and work boots, she put her long hair in a single braid down her back and went to work. She opened the door to Adir's room and watched him sleeping. Walking up to the bed she noticed the thin sheet across his hips covering him and leaving the rest of him exposed like some portrait of a sex god from a vision. She stood there a moment in silence, almost holding her breath. She ran her hand down his chest and over his hip. Her lips came down and caressed his as she whispered. "Dream of me..." The whispers would invade his dreams this morning and later tonight when he was close enough to conscious to dream. She smiled and kissed him full and hard leaving lipstick smudged there. Looking in the mirror next time, he would see it. Smiling she caressed him once more then left the room.
As she left his room and headed into the study where they had dried off the night before, she noticed the small object on the table where none had been the night before. Moving towards it, she noticed the crimson died rose. "Oh gods..." Her gasp fell in surprise. Lifting it, she felt the power of his blood on it but dismissed it. Her mind raced as to the tenderness of it. Sitting down on the couch, cupped the small bud in her hand. He had captured the rose she had plucked last night down to the smallest detail. And the blood coloring to it made it seem almost ethereal. "He made it for me..." Her mind began to have doubts to her reasons for being here. Suddenly she shook her head, the rose was set on the table on her book so she would remember and she set back to doing the things she was hired to do. They would kill her if she failed... problem was, if she succeeded, they would kill him. She decided to stretch it out a bit more.
She found the dagger in her belongings and went to work carving runes here and there. In the doorway to the little used spare room, and again on a tree in the yard just inside the perimeter. The runes looked like the ones needed for a lightning spell. Anyone passing between two of them would be struck by the power line of magic. What he wouldn't realize, is there was no threat as there was no second rune in line of sight of the first. Anyone watching could report she was doing as she planned, on schedule, but it would mean she could control the affect and let it 'miss'.
She went back to cleaning up and as night fell would be on the lower terrace out back practicing to swing a sword. Her meticulous motions would swiftly turn to rough untrained looking swings as he viewed her though.
Once the last remnants of sunlight were sunken well below the edge of sight, Adirian began to waken. Rolling out of bed, he let the sheet drag behind him as he moved across the room to the wardrobe. He ended up choosing black pants, a pale crimson button up shirt and a matching color over-coat with gold embroidered thorns climbing the forearms past the elbow. Glancing over the mirror as he was getting ready, he noticed the transfer of lipstick remaining from her kiss and chuckled quietly to himself as he rubbed the remainder away with his thumb.
As he finished dressing, he belted the sword at his waist to get accustomed to feeling the weight of it there again, as he was preparing for venturing back out beyond these walls fairly soon, he would need to be used to the sword and using it regularly. His footfalls took him through the hallway, using his acute senses to track where she had been, having spent a few days with her, he was now aware of where she had recently been due to the honey-sweet scent she wore. The thought of her scent triggered the correlation of the dreams he had of her during the day, and of the whispers that called out in his mind so frequently.
Making his way along the path of her scent, he spied her roughly swinging a sword while standing out on the terrace. He made sure to let his sword clang against the door frame as he got closer, so as not to 'sneak up' and startle her as he had thought he did the previous day. "You know, it's more in the wrist and forearm than in the shoulder... it only takes a pound of pressure to break skin."
She laughed and spun dramatically to pose, point towards him. Her eyes shining with challenge. "Teach me..." She laughed and the sword wavered as if she could barely keep it upright. She kept rocking back and forth on her boots and a strong wind probably would have blown her over.
He smiled and drew the sword with his right-hand in a smooth motion, the whisper of steel on steel called out as he drew the sword and stepped forward. "See, how I have my wrist pointed forward from my forearm, with my elbow bent 'just so' ?" He turned his wrist from left to right, showing the range of the sword just by that little motion. "And see how much the blade will move just in turning the wrist?"
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Post by Jashin on Feb 11, 2015 5:51:43 GMT
She settled her feet and tried moving her wrist but on the third twist, her wrist gave and turned over to the outside dropping the sword nearly from her hand. Crying out in surprise and pain, she let the blade drop. Swiftly picking it back up she stammered. "Sorry... sorry... Hang on, let me try again." She picked up the sword and he would realize it was too big and heavy for her to work with. With lighter blades in the house... why this one?
Seeing her reaction of pain in turning the sword and letting it drop, he turned his sword inward with a touch of flourish, just out of habit, sheathing the sword in a maneuver called Folding the Fan* No, don't worry about the blade, it's just fine... What happened there with your wrist now? That's not good at all... I think this sword might be just a bit too heavy for you. Lets find you a good quick blade, like a Rapier or a Short sword. *He let his fingers wrap around her hand which held the blade, gently, yet firmly taking the sword from her grasp before taking her hand and leading her as he walked back into the house* Follow me, we'll find something for you to work with.
She bit her lip as he grasped her wrist and smiled as he took the sword. She linked her off hand with him and let him lead her into the house. She had overdone it a bit and truly popped her wrist because of not dropping the sword soon enough. "A short word would be better. Rapiers won't deflect hunter blades well, will it?" She followed him into the house and waited to see where he was leading her. If it was towards the armoury, there was a mark on the door frame.
His fingers let her slip loose as she wanted to move ahead, excited to pick out her own blade to practice with, he was more than content to let her choose her own path, until they came up on the armory doorway and he saw the runes. "Lyssa, stop don't walk through the doorway!" He let the sword she was practicing with, fly from his grip toward the doorway, aiming for the runes, hoping the contact from the steel would set them off. And even if it had not, he used his sheer agility to put himself in the path between the effect and her, putting his back to the doors.
She seemed confused and as he threw the sword, she panicked and spun directly into his path, the two of them went thru the doorway. Her legs tangled with his and as she began to fall, a crack of lightning would pass just behind Adir and char both sides of the doorway obliterating the single rune and charring the wall enough to erase whether there had been a second rune or not. "AAAAHHHH" She threw her arms up as the light flashed and barely missed him. Her backside and head going towards the floor, her left leg tangled between his.
His arms wrapped around her as they fell, trying to protect her from the effect of the rune, or getting harmed in the fall, as they tumbled, he tried to put his body between her and the floor so she would land atop him. Of course, she was probably on edge after that, and frankly so was he. Once he realized that neither of them appeared to be hurt, he lifted her as well as he could before standing as well, and looking very upset as he spoke aloud. "Someone else Has to be here... I was in the armory just last night and there was Nothing here... Now someone has trapped the door. We cannot be alone in the Keep."
Plain fear filled her eyes. "What? You mean your family came back again? No one was here, Adir. I swear it. Not while I was awake. And I never came to your room, but I just assumed your doors would be locked." *the lipstick... not hers... * She stepped to the door and ran her hand over the burn mark. It was still hot. She glanced at the rune to be sure it was completely burned away. She turned back to him. "Now you HAVE to teach me the blade. So I can protect you while you sleep."
"Well, if no one was here where did the rune come from, Lyssa? I didn't write it and I was in here last night setting this room back in order... I walked through This Door and no rune." He pointed to the origin of the black spot on the door frame where the spell-ward had crackled out from and left its mark. "What I'll Have to do is go set new wards all over and I don't have the power to do all that..."
She startled as he snapped at her. "I don't KNOW!" She hollered back. "Maybe if I was more useful I would know, wouldn't I...." She turned and stormed back towards the sitting room. She slammed the door as she went back into the garden smiling. Wondering if he would follow she went into the roses and began to shudder. He was so angry. She could feel the power of him crackling beneath the surface. If he wasn't strong now, what would happen when he was?
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Post by Jashin on Feb 11, 2015 5:51:55 GMT
September 19, 2007
He knew he shouldn't have snapped but with the spell and the possibility of someone within the Keep he hadn't seen or sensed, had really put him on edge. He wanted to stalk around the grounds as quickly as possible and find out who was here other than they two... he Really wanted to set new wards but, to do that would require a whole heap of time and power he didn't presently have. "Arrggh... I need to go Hunt..." He wanted to go, to leave right NOW and go seek out a source of vitae he could bleed dry and not concern himself with, but he could not just leave her as she was. It took a few moments to discern the path she had taken, but he followed behind steadily, a minute or two after she had passed, coming to stand outside and look upon her in the garden.
" Lyssa, I wasn't blaming you for not seeing the rune, I was just very much on edge because I figured we were alone here and with this trap showing up in a place I'd just been last night really effected me, you know?... I'm sorry for having yelled without realizing I had..."
She shrugged. "It's all right. You don't have to apologize to me. I woke up late. Maybe they counted on your and I both being asleep at sunrise. Me not awake yet and you just asleep. I don't know." She kept her back to him. *So lonely... so soft... so sweet* "If you need to feed more, you can. It doesn't matter if it makes me weak. I can just go back to bed is all..." She left it lingering between them.
"You know I can't feed from you again until you're stronger, Lyssa... you could die from it... I appreciate all the help you're giving me and I don't want to hurt you in the process of it." He stepped over to close the distance between them and took up her hand within his grasp, gently. "Don't be upset with me? Please? I'm just on edge because we both almost got really hurt there and there... How about if we continue the lesson we were about to endeavor into, with the swords? If you would still like to, that is?" His steel blue gaze regarded her quietly as he stood, awaiting her response.
She looked at him and turned to caress his arm looking up into his eyes. "It doesn't matter if you hurt me or make me sick. I will recover or I will die." She didn't let him respond before she continued. "I would like to learn to use a sword. Perhaps next time I can be more vigilant and protect you as you have me." *So naive... so willing to walk to her death... so alone... so sweet* She gazed up with those beautiful eyes and smiled slightly.
"It does matter Lyssa, I could not do that to you... Not after you have been so helpful here. Do not be so quick to cast aside your importance here." Her smile made him return one as he spoke onward to her, the whispers sounding off in his mind as he looked into her eyes, he could feel a passion within him burning, but was it truly for her as he was slowly coming to feel?
She smiled and lightly touched his arm. "I will remember. Please teach me..." She moved to a set of swords on a rack against the wall and picked up a smaller sword. "Will this one work?" She turned so her back was more or less to him as she lifted the sword and rocked back and forth on her feet in the middle of the room. Glancing almost seductively over her shoulder she whispered. "Teach me... please..."
"Yes, that'll do just fine for you... How is your wrist? Is the weight any better on it?" Walking up closer behind her he reached his arm around to show her how to take the guard stance. Holding the sword at a slight angle across her chest. "See, from here you can parry attacks to the right or left easily... but you must always remember for a Short sword, that it is not a Slashing weapon. You must always use the point... A Thrust is always faster than a slash."
She nodded and leaned back slightly letting him know for certain that her body was close as she rubbed against him in her moves, seemingly innocently. She learned the moves easily and soon was sweating and flushed from the workout. As she practiced the latest move, her fatigue won out and she laughed stepping sideways instead of forward and toppling towards Adir. To her credit, she kept control of the blade as she fell, twisting her body slightly so it wouldn't strike him on the way down.
When he noticed her miss-step in footwork he was preparing to remind her how important balance was to the entire process, but instead as he saw her falling, he put his arms out to try and catch her, his arms moving around her waist to hold her figure from hitting the ground. "Swordsmanship is like a dance. Every step you take is important." He smiled to her, being as forgiving as possible with her as she learned. "Care to dance some more, or are you in need of a rest?"
She leaned on him catching her breath. Shaking her head she licked her lips. *So beautiful* "No... I am not ready to give up yet." She smiled then looked a bit more serious as she stifled a yawn. "They won't let me have a chance to rest, would they?" *So sweet... so beautiful*
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Post by Jashin on Feb 11, 2015 5:52:03 GMT
His arms loosened around her figure as she stood upright again, but did not fall away as she lay against him catching her breath. He observed her fatigue after the rigorous practice and smiled a bit at her asking about "they" giving her a chance. "No, I am afraid they would not give any chance they did not have to... That is the way of battle most times, unfortunately... But this is not battle, just the preparation for it."
"But if they come tomorrow morning, I need to be ready. I don't want them to get to you." Her voice cracked with worry and she stepped from him. "So teach me more." She wouldn't look at him. She was here for a purpose, she had to remember that. Problem was, her game was beginning to turn on her. She smiled coyly to him and winked, turning to face off against him in challenge. "So prepare me."
"Okay, but we'll take it slow... *His fingers curled around the handle of his longsword, drawing the blade free from the scabbard at his waist with a smooth and swift motion. He adopted the guard stance he showed her earlier and settled his form down into a slight crouch.* Now, the longsword is a slashing weapon, I'm going to try to touch my blade against you and you're going to try to parry my slashes... Ready? *He dropped his arm to his right side and came with a rounding slash towards her left hip, moving at half-speed of a swing just to show the angle an opponent would swing at*
The lessons had not been in vain and she managed to parry his next three 'attacks' quite well. Concentration on her face showing as her eyes followed his sword trying to anticipate the next strike.
*From the left he turned his wrist over as she parried the blow, bringing it back with a slash towards her middle, once again parried... she was doing well. Lets try to throw her this time.. from the middle he switched his sword arm very quickly transferring the grasp from one hand to another before trying to bring the blade down on her right shoulder. Another block! She'd learned surprisingly quickly. "Very nice defenses, Lyssa... You're doing wonderfully... Now here are some more complex swings to defend." He pushed the sword towards her right thigh in a thrust, but as she moved to turn it aside with her blade, he twisted his wrist backward, effectively changing the path of the blade to come down on her left thigh instead. He stopped the point just touching the surface of her clothing. "Hit."
She gasped and went to jump back out of reaction and the tip snagged her pants. She laughed and looked up. "Guess I am not ready to champion you, yet, am I?" She set the blade back on the rack then held her hands up. "I surrender. But only because I know you are safe. I assure you I would never give in so easily, were your life in jeopardy. I hope you know that." His keen nose would pick up what hers did not. That the nick to her slacks had pierced her skin. The smell of blood would fill his senses like a fine wine. *So sweet... so beautiful* She then turned for the door and smiled. "Perhaps we should go outside to cool off. I fear I'm slightly overheated." She took a few steps towards the door berating herself for having given the intimation that she would give up so easy.
While he tried not to hurt her, he could smell the aroma of blood circulating through the air as she turned and walked from him. He'd nicked her as he did the 'mock hit' though he hadn't meant to. "Sure, outside in the breeze would be nice... I do hope you are enjoying this in some form or another? It can be an art form if you put enough work into it. If we train every day, I can show you just how to make your blade dance." His footfalls took him past her on the terrace, looking out over the expanse of the mountains, he had lived atop for so very long. "It took me near to a hundred years to develop the skills I have with a blade, but that covers many different forms of technique."
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Post by Jashin on Feb 11, 2015 5:52:14 GMT
September 24, 2007
She walked up behind him about to touch him, then stepped sideways to lean on the railing next to him, looking down into the garden. "I can't imagine having that long to learn something." She sighed and turned to lean backwards on the rail. Her hand reaching up to caress his wing. "If I lived that long, I would be lonely. I mean, you have your wife... I have no one..." She ran her fingers lightly over the crest of the wing and suddenly let the touch stop and took a step towards the house. "Perhaps I should go.."
His eyes cast downward to the hills below them, looking across the vast landscape while his mind wandered deeply in thought. Those sinister whispers calling out to his mind as he felt the caress of her fingers along the crest of his wing. *So beautiful, so lonely, do not let her leave, you need her here.... you Want her here.* As she was turning to walk away, he turned as well, stepping with her as he spoke. "Lyssa, you do not have to leave... Nor do I want you to leave..." He stopped, letting his hand fall away from her shoulder, not even having noticed raising his arm to gently stay her from leaving. The soft tone of his Romanian accent touched with a hint of regret as he spoke once more. " ...Though if you wish to leave, I cannot hold you here. "
He wouldn't be able to see her smile. It was what she was waiting to hear. She let the smile drop and turned to catch his hand in her own. "I won't go... I was going to bed, love." She stepped closer and caressed the wind blown hair from his face. Softly she whispered as she stepped closer, letting his wings shelter her from the wind. "I will stay as long as you desire me." *desire her... love her... so beautiful* Her soft eyes gazed up to him in open offering. Anything he desired right now in this moment could be his.
Desire was the exact word for what he felt for her. He did have his own desires for her, and he was certain she could tell, but the conundrum railed at him... should he... could he act on those desires? The whispers touched his mind again as she took his hand. *So soft, so willing, take her...* He could hear the passion in her words, the rhythm of her heartbeat showed him how she meant every word she spoke to him. "I am glad to hear that you are not going, then... I must have misunderstood." His arm shifted to interlock with hers as one would to escort a young woman. "Let me walk you to your room, then?" As he fell in beside her.
She nodded and let him lead the way, her body falling into easy rhythm to sway with his rather than bumping into it. As they came to her room, the door closed, she used her free hand to open it. She put her back to the room and faced him as she looked up. "I am a little worried, after this evening I mean. Will you mind checking to be sure there is no one here? Or anything that would explode?" She smiled slightly knowing she was probably being foolish. Without awaiting an answer she turned to enter the room and disappeared into the dark to the right just out of sight. He wouldn't see, but she would begin to undress. If he came in to look, she would have the blouse removed and her hand working on the zipper on the back of her dress slacks.
Certainly, I will check for you. *Following into the room a moment after she walked in, he continued straight ahead, aware that she moved to the right but his attention focused on scanning the room with his Heightened Senses while he moved to light the room. One hand on his sword hilt as he made his way over to the curtains, checking behind them, as well as out on the balcony. Turning back, he set the lamp on the night-stand table before his attention returned to Lyssa once more, somewhat surprised at her suddenly undressed state. His eyes took in her beauty silently in the soft glow of the flickering lamp light, every aspect of her figure was perfect in his view. Then came the whispers once again, relentless as the dawn. *Give in to desire, you want to be with her, so soft, so beautiful, so lonely* Finally, his attention shifted back to the request she had given him and he thought to answer. "Everything seems to be clear in here Lyssa."
"Will you give me a hand please..." Her soft voice seemed strained as he would notice her fidgeting. "I think the tussle earlier twisted the zipper. I can't get it undone." She demurringly looked over her shoulder at him with soft pleading eyes.
"Of course, Lyssa." He answered calmly, but the whispers in his mind flared anew with possibility. Walking up behind her, he let his left hand come to rest on her waistline as his right moved to take the zipper between his fingertips, pulling it down easily, either from the strength in his hands or that it was not damaged from the outset, in either case he paid it no mind. Once the zipper was down, his free hand came to her waist as well, pushing the material down off her hips, his hands caressing the length of her thighs through the fabric as it slid downward. "...There you are."
Shifting slightly to set her hand on his arm, she stepped from the slacks and smiled at him. "Thank you, hun..." She looked as he squatted there, her bare legs and feet making her seem so small even though she currently stood over him. The matching bra and pantie set looking like cream on cream matching almost perfectly the color of her skin. She ran a finger lightly over the top of his wing once more.
Slowly, he stood again, letting his fingertips trail up along the surface of her skin. Such a light caress atop her smooth, beautiful skin. She was right, he did desire her very much right now. The corner of his lips quirked up in a small smile as he saw her smiling at him, he found her to be radiant, especially at this moment as she smiled. "At your service.."
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Post by Jashin on Feb 11, 2015 5:52:21 GMT
Whispering softly as her hand ran down his arm as he stood, "Will you tuck me in?" Without waiting, she moved past him shedding her bra and panties on the way and turning to face him, showing him her full glory before slowly moving between the covers, leaving them pressed aside barely covering her legs. One arm went up to snuff the candle flooding the room in moonlight as the other hands rose to rest on the pillow beside her, stretching her body slightly on the crimson sheets.
A shiver ran through his body at the subtle touch she left him with, eyes following her movements as she walked, transfixed by her beauty. The whispers always echoing now, in his mind, reminding him of his want to be with her. After a moment in observation, as she bared the rest of herself to him, pausing to tantalize him with her perfect visage before slipping into bed. Slowly, he strode over to stand before the bedside, looking down to her, half bathed in moonlight, half cloaked by shadow. Wholly desirable, he almost lay down beside her out of compulsion, out of sheer want. "Sleep well Lyssa... May all your dreams be sweet." Leaning down, his hand swept across her side until it met the fabric of the covers, his lips coming to meet hers in a brief kiss as he pulled the covers over her.
She shivered and arched to his touch then curled close to him as she closed her eyes and soon fell asleep with a final murmur. "They will be of you..."
For a moment, he looked down to her, wishing he had chosen differently before walking from the room and pressing the door shut behind himself. It was quite early still, he found himself thinking that he would have liked spending longer with her. Alas, they were creatures of different worlds... she of the waking world, he of the night time world. When he found himself with a lack of anything constructive to do, and cleaning up the Keep felt like a bigger challenge than he'd have liked to undertake at the moment, he wandered back to the Armory doorway to further examine the blast origin. Trying to decipher what kind of arcane mark had been set.
Examining the harsh scorches, he turned up nothing, too much damage had been done to identify the spell. He was practiced enough to notice from the patterns that it activated, that it had been incomplete, and an incomplete spell was almost More dangerous than an accurate one. With a sigh, he rose and wandered back out to the terrace where they practiced earlier and set to more practice, himself. Training the night away in the sword-forms he knew, trying to get into top form once more. No matter if they showed up with a thousand troops next time. He would raze his Keep to the ground and take them all to Hell along with himself if that was the way it had to be. No one would Invade this castle ever again.
After the long hours of practicing, he found himself to be extremely tired. Both mentally and physically... Going over tactics constantly had worn down on his mind, and the sweeping sword arcs had worn his muscles. Once again, the dawn's nearing told him he needed to retreat into the sanctum of his bedchamber. Leaving the sword once more propped next to his bed, he undressed to the point that only his wings provided any cover to his figure before falling into slumber.
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Post by Jashin on Feb 11, 2015 5:52:23 GMT
Lyssa woke the next morning and smiled. He had nearly fallen for her. He hadn't fed from her in a couple nights either, so perhaps tonight, a small cut, just enough to make her heart race, her breath gasp... She laughed. It wouldn't be long. But as she moved about the Keep cleaning up, especially in the armoury where it seemed he had chosen to ignore it, she began to wonder. He wasn't the monster Marcus had lead her to believe. The images she had seen from his 'sharing' were nothing like the man she knew now. It had been nearly a month, and she was finding more pity for him than a desire to slay him. After lunch as she carried a few books she had scattered about back to the library, she found herself, eyes half closed, humming softly as she paced lightly on stocking feet down the hallway.
This operation was taking far too long, the benefactor was not pleased with the results for how long it had been. The Crimson Dragon stood in a side-hallway, watching silently as this mortal temptress who was assigned before him to this job, went about cleaning and snooping in various rooms. Always just a few dozen feet away, he waited, he had been sent to observe these last few days, always watching from afar to check her progress. He saw many open opportunities she had not taken to kill him and it infuriated him all the more... amateur. As she walked past him in the hallway, he quickly leaped from the shadows and clamped a hand over her mouth.
Standing before her was a young looking man, about as young as she, but with a hardness behind his pale jade hued gaze that told he was much older. His hair parted in the center and colored half pure blood red and the other like onyx, hung just barely to his jaw. The origins of his race seemed to be from Asian decent, though he was no Cathayan, he was a Kindred. As his left hand raised to his mouth, making the 'Be silent' motion, a shimmer of gold and crimson metallic flashed from his forearm. The symbol of an oriental dragon coiled up his arm almost as if a tattoo that was made of living dragon scale.
His voice, as he spoke to her, was like one would imagine a snake to speak, in a whisper that conveyed a malicious tone. "You are taking too long in your task, witch... Marcus wants results, and he wants them -Now-"
She almost cried out till she saw him. The dragon crest... Marcus' pet. As he she shoved his arm from her face and took a step back. Whispering though with raised voice, "How DARE you come in here like this! Marcus gave me a job and I will do it as "I" see fit. She bent down to pick up the books she had dropped, tossing her hair over her shoulder and glancing sideways you at him and small firelights danced with rage in her eyes. "I will deal with the Tepes in my own time. Marcus knew it would not be overnight so don't you DARE come back in here and treat me that way again!" She moved as if to step around him to continue to the library.
His left arm, with the dragon emblem, lashed out and took her by the front of her shirt, twisting the material in his grip and raising her up off the ground by one arm. His hand snapped behind him, drawing a wickedly curved hunting knife from his belt-sheathe. In a flash he had it drawn and executed a single flourish of the blade in his grasp before he rested the point just below her left eye. Such an expert in his craft, he was careful not to cut her flesh at all, but the angle gave her vantage to look down the length of the blade as he retorted. " -You- have one week to complete the task... Or it falls to -Me- to take in the slack." He drew the flat of his cold steel down the side of her cheek as he pulled her in closer. No emotion showing at all in his voice as he continued, "You know, it's a curious thing... It only takes a pound of pressure to breach flesh." He paused, looking for the reaction in her eyes as the repeated line clarified in her head. "And believe me witch... It will be a pleasure to carve out your pretty eyes after I'm finished with your would-be lover here. I'll let you watch me execute him like a -Real- professional... then..." He let out a contemptuous chuckle, "maybe I'll leave you to wander blindly after I'm finished with you."
*NO!* The words... 'a pound of pressure'... Adir had spoken those words. How long had this demon been watching. She swallowed and shuddered. He wanted to make her squirm, make her bleed... and probably beg to die. She was long lived, but not immortal. She could die from things he would easily recover from. Her voice failed her and she dared not not, but her lips made the rasping agreement. "All right...all right... I will finish it. But I don't see why. He isn't the crazed demon Marcus made him out to be." She tried to keep his attention as her fingers began to trace the incant. If she could move the curtain at the end of the hall, light would flood the thin, long chamber. He would have to release her, then...
No sooner than the agreement had passed her lips, than did his grip release on her shirt, practically tossing her to the ground. The knife to her cheek a memory. He had it re-sheathed within a the span of a quick breath. "Good day, witch." He walked away from her smoothly, glancing back one quick moment before vanishing around the corner. "Remember... one week, then it is -My- show." And he was gone, without so much as the echo of a footstep.
She cried out as she hit the floor. One leg got bent beneath her and she stood up only to discover a limp and feel where a bruise would be. She would have to be careful. She had a week. Tonight would have to be the night she would begin. She limped to the library to replace the twice picked up books and then began to rummage swiftly thru dressers, bureaus and jewelry boxes till she was satisfied she had everything ready for that night. Then she went outside to practice with the sword till he woke. She worked with a seriousness she hadn't had before. Tears falling down her eyes as the accurate though wobbled blows were thrust, parried and sliced thru the body of the one who dared to threaten her. When he finally found her that night, she would have worked up a sweat and be shaking from over used muscles though she was keeping the swings close to true as she plodded onward.
As he woke at the fall of dusk, he got himself ready to see Lyssa once again. If she felt up to it, maybe they would train the forms a bit more. This night, he dressed all in white before going out to meet her on the terrace, but as he approached he could sense something amiss in her tonight. The last few steps to the doors he watched her already practicing, but with a nearly frantic need driving her. Walking out the last few yards he called out when he neared her, so as not to startle her from concentration. "Lyssa, is everything alright...? You seem to be practicing with quite a drive."
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Post by Jashin on Feb 11, 2015 5:52:31 GMT
She was slashing and spinning and for once, hadn't heard or seen him approach. She knew Mornelith wouldn't dare show his face so she no longer feared seeing him, least not for a week. But she had lost track of the dieing light and her grunts and moans as she slashed and parried and half whacked at whatever invisible demon was before her, was all she heard.
With a smoothly practiced motion, his right hand crossed his figure to slide the longsword free of his scabbard. He closed the final distance between Lyssa and himself, then pivot-stepped directly into her path as his blade came up, catching the guard of her hilt with his own as he flashed her a smile and repeated his concern. "I asked... Are you alright, Lyssa? Obviously you were very entrenched in your practice and failed to hear me. So I thought I might get your attention in a more direct manner."
She almost screamed as he took up her vision. Unthinking, the instant reaction was to drop the blade. As her eyes, momentarily almost dancing with fire, settled once more, she reached down to retrieve the steel and stood back up panting, sweating and heart racing hard enough even he could hear. "I .. I wasn't paying attention. I am sorry. Should have been in before now." The sweat glistened on her skin as she seemed to avoid looked up at him again. Moving as if to step around him she murmured a soft, "Sorry..."
"Hey, where are you going so fast?" He twirled the blade once, letting the tip catch in the scabbard and slide home in a quick sheathing action as he stepped with her. "Nothing to be sorry about... What happened to your leg there you have a bruise and you are limping." Nodding down to her injury, he looked down to it then to meet her avoiding glance. She was certainly acting odd today. Not at all like herself.
She shook her head and the laugh was forced. "The library. I was, umm putting books away and slipped on the ladder. It's all right, doesn't hurt much." She kept moving towards the house. "Would you like some wine?" she tried to change the subject as the walked up the steps to the balcony.
"A splendid idea... I have an even better solution to add to it." He commented as his step followed behind her into the Keep once more. Trying to gain a few steps on her so she would listen to him for a moment. "We shall skip sword forms since you have obviously been hard at work today and relax a bit tonight, hmm?" Flashing her a smile as he walked a few paces backward, trying to speak with her as they walked along, wherever she was running off to with such haste. "I have a beautiful idea, I think you will love."
She suddenly paused as the crossed the threshold into the Manor. Her eyes peered up at him as if it was a new comprehension... a surprise. No one ever wanted to surprise or suggest anything to her. "What did you have in mind?"
"Now, if I told you, it would hardly be a surprise would it?" Chuckling softly, he reached out and plucked the sword from her grasp and gave a wink. "Now, if you have something to do I will not stand in your path, but worry not about getting too dressed up if you are changing. You will not be wearing much for long." With a laugh and a smile he walked in the other direction, calling back. "Meet me in the main hall whenever you are prepared... and do not forget the wine."
She stood there half dumbfounded for a moment. She turned and headed to the bar to retrieve the red she had discovered he liked and turned back heading into the hallway. His words echoed in her head. *You will not be wearing much for long.* Was he planning on making love to her? Surely not. She wasn't positive he would make love to her when time came to needing it, surely he wasn't giving in this soon and this easy. She came around the corner tentatively and called out. "Adir... love... I am here...." She took two steps in and froze waiting to see what he had in store. Her heart raced faster than it had in the practice ring outside.
Waiting silently, he stood leaned against one of the marble pillars in the great hall with his arms folded across his chest. Again, he flashed her a smile before leaning off the stone and walking to meet her. "Good, good... This is something I am positive you will like, and from the look of your rigorous training tonight, is well deserved. Follow please." His long stride took him out ahead of her, leading down the length of the hallway deeper within the Keep to a set of double doors off to the left. He waited for her to stand directly next to him before pushing them open to reveal his surprise.
Inside the expansive room was an old style steam heated bath chamber. Everything from small pools of water heated by fired rocks to assume a sauna, or large pools to stretch out in or for many people. Obviously with the family gone, it served none any longer, but it was a nice luxury none the less. "I figure, nothing better than a touch of relaxation to relieve your injury and loosen your muscles than a good hot soak and a stem or two of wine." He grinned over to her and motioned for her to step on in.
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Post by Jashin on Feb 11, 2015 5:52:46 GMT
She almost dropped the wine. How had she missed this. The doors. They blended into the wall as if designed to hide. She smiled as he motioned her in and stepped in, wine glasses in one hand, slowly warming from the steam, and the bottle in her other hand, chilled suddenly from the temperature difference. She whispered softly as she looked at him. "All alone?"
"None but you and I here." He pressed the doors closed behind them and walked over to the right side of the room. He overlooked the fires again and added more logs to fuel it. He wanted the water to be hot enough to loosen her muscles and let her relax. "I took a long night of training after you had fallen asleep, and with you training equally as hard today, it got me to thinking that we deserved a break. Might help that bruise feel better also." He unbuttoned his shirt as he walked back towards her, letting it fall away from his torso as he stopped next to Lyssa once more. "So, do you prefer the smaller hotter tubs or the larger warm one?"
She shook her head. "Nothing too hot." Watching him disrobe, she set the wine and glasses on the edge of one of the nearby tables and began to slide her shirt up off her body. Her jeans followed as she kicked off boots and socks. When she stood there in just her bra and panties, she remembered the night before and a soft smile touched her lips. She stood and watched him in silence, admiring his body as she caught more glimpses of it inch by inch. She had a week. No need to rush things tonight.
As he stood side by side with Lyssa, each of them taking their respective time in shedding items of clothing, he noticed her eyes taking in details of his figure just as his were busy with on her. While she stopped at her underclothes, he continued to strip to nothing before stepping into the pool and turning back to face her as he let the water surround him.
She unfastened her bra and slid the panties down and soon stepped in with the bottle and glasses handing him one as a soft moan of pleasure fell from her lips and her eyes closed a moment losing herself in the feeling as it reached her hips. Her nipples, from pleasure, not cold, hardened to peeks as he watched and her body arched as the water teased the small of her back. "Uhhhhh mmmmm"
Taking the wine glass by the stem he nodded his thanks and smiled at her reaction to the warm water. He was glad to have pleased her with his surprise, she had been a great help to him of late and she deserved some pampering. His mind, as well could not help but take detail of her figure bared to him completely again the whispers surfacing in the wake of his thoughts. Were she looking, which he was fairly certain she was, between his desire for her and the whispers, he was effected quite visibly by her close proximity. "I am very glad you are enjoying this... I had hoped you would think it a good notion."
"I do indeed." His voice brought her back and blushing at her open nakedness, she settled into the water swiftly binding her hair up in a single handed twist. She glanced and smiled as she saw his reaction as well. She dared to hope it was her, but perhaps it was just the warm water. She poured them both wine and then set the bottle on the edge as she offer her glass towards him in a toast. "To a near perfect evening." She let their glasses touch then slowly she made a seductive show for him of her tongue sliding over the rim before her lips parted wider to sip from the goblet.
"Well, I thank you for joining me here... I had found last evening that I would have liked to spend more time with you but it was not to be." He raised his glass in return to meet the rim of hers, leaving the ring of crystal to echo through the room. "To a well deserved relaxation." Raising the glass to his lips, he paused to watch as her tongue swept across the rim teasingly before she took her sip. The vision was a subtle thing, but it sent shivers through him, even in the warmth of the bath. He joined her in drinking the toast before letting himself glide over next to her. "Does the water help any on your bruise?"
She nodded and reached down instinctively to rub the back of her right thigh where her heel had dug into her. "It does, thanks. I don't think it will bruise badly." She laughed softly. "Least I hope it doesn't." She smiled at him and took another sip of the wine, her goblet already half empty as she relaxed more.
"If you want me to, I can take a look, or even use a bit of my ability to heal it some. Just let me know." Tipping back his glass, he put away the remainder of the wine she'd poured him before setting the crystalline stem to the floor beside them. He enjoyed the flavor on occasion, but the drink did nothing for him, physically.
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Post by Jashin on Feb 11, 2015 5:52:53 GMT
"No really... it's nothing. She rose to set her now empty goblet on the table behind them, not wanting it to knock over on the marble floors and break. She didn't realize that in doing so, he would catch a glimpse of the bruise, black blue and purple covering near a quarter of the back of her right thigh. "I think I should be careful of the wine. Too easy to be put to sleep in here." She also forgot in the reach, that her whole body, back of knees and up, was suddenly stretched out for his viewing pleasure.
His gaze could not avoid it as she stretched to place the wine away, the view of her perfect shape rising from the water, glistening beautifully to behold... but the size of the bruise she had was quite downplayed in her own terms. That was from a bad fall, her muscle would ache tomorrow. "You know that injury is going to stiffen tomorrow, and it is much bigger than you are letting on about... as I can now see for myself. You will be hating practice, that is for certain."
She closed her eyes realizing he had seen it. Glancing back over her shoulder, she bit her lip. "Is it really that bad? It doesn't feel like it." She reached a hand back to lightly run her fingers over it. The cool of her digits on the warm bruise hot skin make her whimper softly. "That will hurt tomorrow." She sighed and rubbed it as if she could rub it away, the pain increasing and irritating her more.
Moving closer behind her, he reached out to lay his hand over top of the bruise softly. "Just close your eyes and be calm for a moment. You may feel a slight pulling sensation but do not be alarmed." With a short burst of vitae through his veins, he willed the blood to center of his palm as he concentrated. Feeling -through- her flesh with his touch, by the grace of Fleshcrafting. His fingertips traced along the muscle lightly, letting the power of his vitae reshape the damages slowly. The effect caused no harm to her and left no mark as he took his hand away, leaving behind just the remnant of a bruise. "It will finish healing in about two days but there should be no pain unless you bump into something."
She nearly fell as he touched her and she caught herself on the edge of the pool, her leg bending slightly to part her thighs as he healed her. As he withdrew his touch, she stretched for her goblet, turned and refilled it once more. Before talking, she downed half of it then refilled it again and smiled offering him more. "Perhaps there is something to be said for living a long time, after all." She looked at him as the heat and wine began to take its toll on her.
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Post by Jashin on Feb 11, 2015 5:53:03 GMT
September 25, 2007
Very slowly, and very lightly, his fingertips swept away from their position upon her thigh. He was hesitant to withdraw his touch from her, especially at the urgings of the whispers. *Look how willing she is, Ready for your touch, so beautiful* Turning his figure just a bit, he leaned against the edge of the pool, beside her and politely waved off her offer of more wine. "There is much to be said for it, yes. Though, that was a minor talent many younglings posses... though it does take many a year to perfect the art of crafting flesh."
She set the nearly empty bottle on the edge of the pool and sat back down, this time her legs touching his. "I would looooove to learn. Do you have to be a ... angel? to use it?" The word falling from her lips as if unsure how to address what he was.
"No, actually, not an angel... that is an ability from my Vampire lineage." He could definitely feel the contact of her brushing against him, though he went on as if he did not notice she had done it. "I have very little of my angelic power left any longer... the wings are my last grace of that time, really."
She reached up and ran her fingers over the edge smiling. "I am glad you still have them. I used to think all vampires were scary ugly things." She looked into his eyes and moved to slowly set her goblet down on the floor beside the pool but it slipped from her fingers and landed on the edge of its base and tipped over breaking. "Oh, gods I am sorry." Reaching as she rose, to pick up the pieces, one sliced her finger. She winced slightly and continued to pick the pieces up in put them in her other cupped hand cautiously those the tips pricked small crimson dots on her palm and finger tips.
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Post by Jashin on Feb 11, 2015 5:53:10 GMT
September 26th, 2007
"Well, most vampires are fairly scary in their own right.... It just depends on what you happen to be frightened of." His reflexes could not move fast enough to catch the tipping crystal stemware as it fell to the stone. All he could do was to let it shatter and, honestly it mattered not to him. "Lyssa... Lyssa stop. You do not have to worry about it." Then, he smelled it... the sweetness of her blood from the small nick went straight to his nose, he could have smelled it down the hall from the sharpness of his senses. "Oh no... you have cut yourself now. Just leave the glass, it is fine. I promise."
She was picking up the pieces. "I am sorry. It was part of a set from the bar." She bit her lip standing there within a hand's caress of him. Her body was out of the water to her thighs and the crook of her elbow nearly close enough to brush his wing. Whispering softly she glanced around looking for the trash. "I am sorry Adir... I didn't mean to break it."
Reaching out to her, he let his hands cup beneath hers gently, speaking reassuringly to her as he tipped her hand to spill the broken remains into his palm. "Lyssa, do not worry about it. It is far from the first glass broken in this Keep and will not be the last by any means. The glass means nothing, put it from your mind please?" He stepped closer and reached his hand out to let the glass spill onto the floor as far from the edge of the pool as he could reach. "I will gather it up later. Now let me see your cut, please?" With his other hand still holding hers, he gently pulled her to stand closer to him, bringing her finger up to his mouth. Slowly, he closed his lips around the digit and let his tongue flick across the cut, savoring the sweetness of her taste.
Her inhaled gasp and following moan left her eyes closed and her free hand resting on his arm for balance. She felt the gentle pull as he sucked, even a little, on the small nick there. Her voice managed one word and it was filled with desire, longing and offering. "Addiiiirrrrrrrr"
Moments after his tongue had slid across the small cut, it left the wound sealed in its wake, though it took him a moment to release her finger. The moan she expelled, so full of want... made his own desire for her swell within and without. His arms went around her figure to pull her against him easily, leaning in to meet her soft, beautiful lips in a kiss that might well show her the desire he had for her.
His kiss was so unlike madness it nearly drove her mad. She kissed back then broke it long enough to whisper. "Careful love... one of these days I may try and seduce you." The tease was meant to entice, she wanted him to crave her, but she wanted to make it an ache in him so he couldn't resist her once she went too him. It wasn't an ache in him. Not yet. She pressed the length of her warm wet body to his, his shaft pressed lightly between their bodies. She kissed him once more, letting him dance with her tongue before she moved back, turned and rose out of the water and headed for the door. She skirted the broken glass, left her clothes in a heap and let her dripping swaying body glisten in the hallway's moonlight as she headed back out of sight towards her room. Once out of sight, her hand raised to her chest. Her heart was racing. She would have him soon, but when it happened, she had to be sure he would not back away and become 'noble' at the last moment. He had to want her bad enough to almost seem to take her, rather than the other way around.
This was it... they were here, ready, so close. Her skin, so soft, those lips so perfect. He felt her pressing against him as they kissed, such an sweet sensation he could hardly fathom what it would be like to proceed. Though, in that moment, she broke away. He did not follow after as she fled. She spoke of trying to seduce him, but really he thought it to be an excuse to depart. He had pushed too hard maybe... gone further than she was prepared for perhaps. Sighing softly he let his weight fall back into the water as he sat to wonder.
She showered and dried off then climbed into bed. Tomorrow night... that's when it would happen. Rolling to stomach sometime in her sleep, she ended up disrupting the sheets and blanket. If he looked in on her, the blanket would barely cover one leg up to her still lightly bruised thigh. The rest of her bare, elegant, hair tussled and pooled around her head as she slept in peace. Though even in that serene moment, unknowing, the foot of her bed to the door, she would entice him... make him desire her... the whispers increasing.
As he sat lost in the realm of thought, he wondered if she was coming back... but as time wheeled by, and she did not return he realized she would not re-join him. He gathered up her clothing as well as his and re-dressed before going about the task of clearing out the broken glass and near-empty wine bottle from the bath-house. When she ran out of the room, he was concerned about having pushed too hard... when she never returned, he was convinced of it.
There was little for him to do in the night, on his own, and in his wanderings he ended up outside amidst the gardens, walking beside the flowers she had arranged in her daytime ventures and picking a single one here and there from every different type. Before long, he had a small bouquet of various colors, but they looked nice enough.
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