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Post by Sirena Shahrizai on Aug 17, 2007 17:40:31 GMT -5
"Music," I answered simply, smiling. "And some art, provided I appreciate the premise of it. Meeting and spending time with family as well. After my obligations I find I don't have time for too much more. For small things- well, my interests, like a ravens, are based on what catches my eye."
He was growing tense with my teasing and I decided to let him seethe in it for a few moments, though I did reach out and brush his knee quickly with my fingers under the table and then pulled away. Would desperation make him beg or become fierce?
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Post by Yvan-Etienne d'Lantier(D) on Aug 17, 2007 18:19:24 GMT -5
Of course, music. With a voice like that, the contrary would have been senseless.
"I do recall your mention of singing," I replied reflectively, "but do you play an instrument to match your lovely voice?"
She brushed her hand lightly on my knee, and I suppressed a small moan. Her touch was light and airy, like that of a flighty creature from tales and legends long forgotten. Gods, I wanted more.
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Post by Sirena Shahrizai on Aug 17, 2007 18:35:42 GMT -5
"My voice is my only instrument, save those not used for music, per se," I told him, thinking of the shrieks under my nails, lash and flechette, of the notes those played as they rent flesh.
His expression changed just the slightest bit at my touch and, promising to behave, I set my hand back on my own lap, to see if he'd try to regain the caress.
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Post by Yvan-Etienne d'Lantier(D) on Aug 17, 2007 18:45:33 GMT -5
"And thus I shall beg you to let me hear your song, then, Sirena," I told her calmly, attempting to regain my wit. I'd rarely ever been so enthralled by anyone, save my adept, and it had taken him a very long time to attain that level of fascination. She, however, had reached it in a matter of moments, and it questioned my greatly.
Her hand, however, was gone, and though I said naught, my lip twitched a slip instant to beg her to bring it back. "But pray tell," I asked, summoning all my wit and bluff not to loose my self to my growing lust, "what other arts were those you mentioned?"
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Post by Sirena Shahrizai on Aug 17, 2007 18:54:58 GMT -5
Slyly, I ran a finger over the necklace I always wore, the miniature flechette, and curled my finger in it's chain. "Oh, but that would disturb people," I demurred, "To speak of such a thing so openly. Some things should only be mentioned in whispers." At the end my voice did drop to a musical, low tone. His lower lip quivered and I shifted a little, letting my fingers almost touch his knee though no doubt he could feel the warmth of them as a caress.
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Post by Yvan-Etienne d'Lantier(D) on Aug 17, 2007 19:03:54 GMT -5
Ah but of course.
I suddenly wondered what was wrong with the scenario I was contemplating. Beautiful, witty, artistic, flight and aerial, the looks of an angel and the tastes of a demon. Holy Kushiel, is this your punishment, to have me in the thralls of your creature, and let me forever yearn that which I cannot have?
"Then, by all means, whisper your song and your art into my mind, and I will keep it from the prying of the light-blooded ones," I told her, smiling rakishly, feeling the beckoning warmth of her hand.
She was making it come out, that dark part of me that was buried in my secret depths, for i was starting to long to simply grab her hand and hold it, kiss it, bite it, that her taste fill my mouth and my soul.
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Post by Sirena Shahrizai on Aug 17, 2007 19:20:45 GMT -5
Playfully grinning I shifted forward and whispered, singing, voice true even in the hushed tone-
"As the sun slips the tearaway stars
Into the scented scheme of night
I kissed her mouth like a dark red rose
Set upon a marbled dream of white
So pure of thought like a Vestal statue
Jewelled with a God-lent grace
I was close to coming when She bid adieu
Fuelled by the heartache rent upon her face."
((excerpt: Cradle of Filth, "Heartsick for Mina"))
I hadn't come anywhere close to crossing the line of the table, simply leaning politely forward as though to confide something, but as I sat back I could almost feel the space widen deeply. His eyes had burned at my teasing, a gaze I well-know and oft-craved; still, I'd seen submission in him and desired that as well. "There's more, but I decided a tease was better than long whispering that would make me hoarse," I told him, taking another bite of my food nonchalantly though my eyes laughed a little madly. Let him burn a bit.
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Post by Yvan-Etienne d'Lantier(D) on Aug 17, 2007 19:39:33 GMT -5
The wind of her breath on my ear, the warmth of her lips….
Her voice rung in my head like a thousand angelic bells that spoke of doomed love and unsated hungers, bliss and torture molded into one perfect, delicious and intoxicating call to mate, and she bid in me something long forgotten and dead.
It rose from the grave of my soul, the old memory of a sentiment, and it filled my brain – inwardly, I shook it, but it did not leave as of yet, and I turned troubled eyes to Sirena as I took stock of this very disturbing and somewhat awful new development. Lust was not alone.
I cleared my throat to regain a grounding in reality, and told her, “You are sublimely touching, and your choice of song is yet to be outmatched, for it seems to have been written to be sung by you, and you alone. You have remarkable talent.” I paused. “It seems I am now indebted to you. Will you accept to see my art in turn?”
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Post by Sirena Shahrizai on Aug 17, 2007 19:55:22 GMT -5
In his gaze- fear, of himself and a bit of me. I wondered, but did not press, considering our location, though I did cock my head sideways and offer another piercing look into his eyes. The cracks, grown wider, shifting furiously toward and away from me. Some things in him were easy to break, or already broken.
"Again you return to flattering me," I said with a smile after a moment, a certain predatory sweetness in my expression, a wolf assuring prey it is caught. "And I would enjoy that."
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Post by Anacrasia Shahrizai on Aug 18, 2007 1:45:47 GMT -5
"He is rather good at flattery." I said with a teasing look sent in Yvan's direction.
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Post by Yvan-Etienne d'Lantier(D) on Aug 18, 2007 4:34:56 GMT -5
"Only because you say so, Anacrasia," I replied slyly. "As for my art, just tell me when, and you will be so very welcome in my adobe," I told Sirena with a grin. "But you must promise to tell no-one you have been admitted," I teased.
It wasn't really a big deal. But it was also true - I usually did not accept visitors at the Manor.
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Post by Sirena Shahrizai on Aug 18, 2007 6:34:00 GMT -5
"I'll be ready to see what your art is as soon as you wish me to," I replied. With his lust and growing affection, how soon would he offer? Tonight, perhaps, or did he have secrets still to hide?
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Post by Yvan-Etienne d'Lantier(D) on Aug 18, 2007 6:48:43 GMT -5
Ach.
I still had to clean that mess I'd made the other night. Granted, there was little left to do, but still. Even she would find it difficult to tolerate, no matter how enticed she appeared.
"Let me make the place more... suitable, for a woman of your caliber, and invite you tomorrow, for dinner," I offered amicably. That left me plenty of time.
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Post by Anacrasia Shahrizai on Aug 18, 2007 10:40:32 GMT -5
I didn't rub my hands together. But I could have. I had seen that look on Sirena's face. She lusted after him, yes, but she also liked him. I finished off my meal and nudged it away from me, raising my wine to take a sip.
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Post by Sirena Shahrizai on Aug 18, 2007 15:17:26 GMT -5
So he did have secrets. Perhaps I could amuse myself with a bit of a mystery about them, should Ana's plans for this come to fruition. "Does that mean we wait on the matter of the song as well?" I asked him, raising a brow.
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Post by Yvan-Etienne d'Lantier(D) on Aug 18, 2007 15:20:04 GMT -5
"I would not wish to be unfair," I replied with a small nod of ascent. As long as she sang.... I had an intuition she would, on the morrow.
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Post by Sirena Shahrizai on Aug 18, 2007 15:25:09 GMT -5
"How fair of you," I replied, teasing softly as I stroked his knee again, then pushed back my own plate in an echo of Ana's. My dear cousin had the relaxed posture of one well-pleased. What about him made her so happy to see me accept his attentions?
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Post by Yvan-Etienne d'Lantier(D) on Aug 18, 2007 15:44:56 GMT -5
I fairly purred under her touch, smiling widely. "Only to you, Sirena, and to your liege," I replied rakishly. I finished my last bite of steak, and let out a happy sigh. "Never a disappointment, this Desir."
I was sated and enthused - strangely, I was also much less restless.
For now.
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Post by Sirena Shahrizai on Aug 18, 2007 15:51:41 GMT -5
"Yes, I did find it very nice," I replied, though speaking like one of the thin-blooded was beginning to pall on my tongue. I had the self-control to remember my place and my manners, but it also made me want to dig my nails into someone's skin- or strip and dance on the table, shocking these complacent people out of their ordinary world. I would do neither at this juncture, though.
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Post by Anacrasia Shahrizai on Aug 19, 2007 1:03:36 GMT -5
He was like a kitten basking in her attention. It made me smile. "Shall we return to my townhouse for some tea, or shall I leave the two of you alone?"
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Post by Yvan-Etienne d'Lantier(D) on Aug 19, 2007 9:41:01 GMT -5
Anacrasia's question came, and I gave Sirena an inquiring look. I did not wish to presume - although I would have hated to displease Anacrasia, I did enjoy being with Sirena as well. I would let her handle this, though I did give the Duchesse a grin of gratitude... for everything.
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Post by Sirena Shahrizai on Aug 19, 2007 17:21:22 GMT -5
"I'd like that," I told Ana, noting Yvan's eyes on me and the fact he left me to choose. "Will you, Yvan?"
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Post by Yvan-Etienne d'Lantier(D) on Aug 19, 2007 18:05:39 GMT -5
"It would be lovely," I replied with a sly grin, rather content with the turn of events.q
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Post by Anacrasia Shahrizai on Aug 20, 2007 11:34:13 GMT -5
I looked at them for a moment, trying to figure it out, then laughed. "So which are we agreeing to? Tea, or alone time?"
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Post by Sirena Shahrizai on Aug 20, 2007 11:37:58 GMT -5
"I was agreeing to tea," I told her with a grin. "Though with Yvan, who can be sure? Perhaps he's headed home to ponder," I teased.
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Post by Yvan-Etienne d'Lantier(D) on Aug 20, 2007 12:34:24 GMT -5
I lifted my head, looking at Sirena in fake hurt, "Yes, to ponder, for I do like to think. Tea will be rather pleasant, Anacrasia," I replied in agreement.
Gods, I needed to shake this. She had me enthralled.
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Post by Anacrasia Shahrizai on Aug 21, 2007 0:00:28 GMT -5
"Of course." I replied with a gracious smile. I caught the servers eye, and he discreetly slipped me the bill, which I paid him for before he slipped away again. "Is that enough time, or do you need more to pout?" I teased Yvan, standing.
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Post by Yvan-Etienne d'Lantier(D) on Aug 21, 2007 7:49:51 GMT -5
"I would be hard pressed to pout, Anacrasia," I replied with a wide grin. Instinctively, I'd stood, offering my arm to both of them, though I spared a gaze that could only be qualified of adoration for Sirena.
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Post by Anacrasia Shahrizai on Aug 21, 2007 13:48:26 GMT -5
He had that blindly faithful look on his face that a loyal dog has. I took his other arm nonetheless. I suddenly wished they had chosen for me to leave. Unless Sirena stepped in, I imagined tea was going to be rather like watching a play. An audience member, not a participant. I ignored the impulse to sigh, smiling instead.
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