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Post by Sarielle Shahrizai on May 20, 2009 10:43:40 GMT -5
I watched him, his eyes flashing as he thought, and smiled at his question.
"I was looking for something... interesting," I said, for lack of a better word, "for bedroom attire," I thought of the certain someone I had in mind, though he didn't seem one for women's attention to the details of their appearance, I thought he might appreciate this. "How about you?"
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Post by Okal nó Valerian on May 21, 2009 1:24:19 GMT -5
I smiled, "I was pretty much looking for the same thing, mainly something interesting to keep my future patrons interested. I am known as one of the more exotic looking Valerians, since I am not pure d'Angeline and the few who visit me a second time usually want me to play that part."
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Post by Sarielle Shahrizai on May 25, 2009 14:27:05 GMT -5
I swirled my wine lazilly in my glass, my eyes never leaving Okal's face. "Does that ever get boring?" I asked. "Playing the same part over and over to the whims of those who are not terribly creative? I wonder how someone as yourself makes something so routine like that more interesting as opposed to mundane."
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Post by Okal nó Valerian on May 28, 2009 23:50:12 GMT -5
I took a sip of my drink. "I guess when you are working toward your marque you don't really think to much about it being dull." I paused for a moment, wondering how much I should say too Sarielle. I figured she would rather me be straight forward than to try and mask the truth. "If my patron is too dull I can usually get them to act a little better. Some people learn how to act out when you push the right buttons." I took another sip and then added. You have to be careful though, you don't want them to go to far when you are at Valerian."
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Post by Sarielle Shahrizai on May 29, 2009 9:26:43 GMT -5
"Yes," I said nodding as the waitress came around with our dishes, identical in nigh every way. She set them down, glancing from Okal to myself, before ablush rose high on her cheeks. She would be a lovely one to break, tha tone. I turned my gaze back to Okal. "Bon appetit" I said in high spirits, raising my fork in a sort of toast. But before I tasted the meal before me, the smell of it nearly enough to make me drool, I looked to Okal.
"Well that is why you have the signale, is it not?" Then, my gaze narrowing as my lips curved, "have you ever uttered yours?"
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Post by Okal nó Valerian on May 30, 2009 22:56:17 GMT -5
I nodded, "while signales are honored, most of the time, a person with to much rage or lust may ignore it, or not even notice. I can say that, thankfully, I have never been in that position. We are warned though, as adepts, and told a few accounts as part of our training." With my tone a little less somber I nodded a yes at Sarielle's next question. I then added, "I can say though, it is few and far between that I utter my signale. I was gifted with a pretty good pain tolerance fuled by the fact that I love it so much."
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Post by Sarielle Shahrizai on Jun 1, 2009 9:16:08 GMT -5
I frowned, at first, nodding in understanding. "I can't think of why or how a person could be so cruel as to pass that line. Afterall, the adept gives so much, why should one want to take more than they would freely give." I shook my head again. It was tantamout to rape, really.
But, as he continued on, his mannerisms becoming lighter, I smiled and listened. I wasn't sure if he knew it, but his eyes seemed to light up when he spoke about his work, about his love for pain. I would not be able to understand it. Though I could take a fair bit, a mite more than just a rough tumble, I was not one minded to have the flechettes turned on me in a like manner.
"I have never really been one for hunting signales," I said with a smile, swirling my wine and sipping before cutting into and taking a bite of the fare - finally. The meat seemed to nigh melt on my tongue, releasing a myriad of subtle but savoury flavours. I chewed thoughtfully though in a lady-like manner, and swallowed. "But," I continued after another soft sip of my wine, "you never know what the future may hold."
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Post by Okal nó Valerian on Jun 7, 2009 11:56:02 GMT -5
Though she has not said it out right, Sarielle's words made me think she was one who saught pleasure in her lover, not just her own. I would found out, though it seemed that the question couldn't be solved soon enough.
I ate as she spoke, enjoying the food. I had choose well and the Generous Patron was out to impress tonight. I was glad, I would have felt bad if the dish had not been well made, even if I did not actually make it.
I had no doubt that Sarielle could make me say my signale if she set her mind to it. Giving someone that power, the power to truly harm you, willingly, was part of the lure for many Valerians, me included. I liked it for a slightly different reason though. The danger of it was exciting, but I really liked feeling that trust in someone, to let myself go.
"No, you never do I suppose," I said with a smile. "However, I do feel that I will enjoy whatever future we do have together. Even if it is just this night."
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Post by Sarielle Shahrizai on Jun 7, 2009 12:15:20 GMT -5
I watched him eat contentedly and smiled in the most serpentine manner as I raised my brow.
"Oh yes, as am I Okal. I think that we would match fairly nicely, in or out of the bedroom, it seems, at least so far." I took a small bite and another small sip of wine before continuing. "You know," I said with a chuckle, "I had never really spoken to an adept, spent time with an adept outside of an assignation like this before. It is nice... it is very nice, to get to know the person first, especially when they have a rather wonderful nature, behind the blushing and downcast eyes." I glanced up at him as I cut another bite, wondering if the compliment would make him blush.
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Post by Okal nó Valerian on Jun 11, 2009 22:12:20 GMT -5
Sarielle's comment touched me deeper than I expected it too, and for a moment I was at a lost of what to say. I had never thought of myself of having a wonderful nature. In fact I had always felt a bit bland.
I attempted to recover as quickly as possible. I hoped that she would feel that we did indeed match both in and outside of the bedroom. I really wanted to see her again now.
I smiled, hoping that it did not reveal to much, but I was not one practiced at sheilding my feelings, other than pretending that I was enjoying a patron I was not completely into.
"Thank you," I said, somehow keeping a stammer out of my voice. "I hope, truly, that I continue to impress upon you as such." I then smiled, with a small mark of embarassment and said, "I don't think I have enjoyed the company of a patron as much as I am enjoying yours." Then with a little more confidence I said, "it is not very often that one challanges you to a contest of fashion."
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Post by Sarielle Shahrizai on Jun 22, 2009 8:16:02 GMT -5
I could see that he wasn't expecting the words that had come out of my mouth, which was interesting, to say the least. Mayhap he didn't think as highly of himself as some people did, especially us d'Angelines. I smiled as he smiled back, stating that he enjoyed my company.
"Now now, I'm not a patron yet. I would say I am... an acquaintance," I said with a wry smile, "though patron will come soon enough."
I took another sip of wine and took a bite of my meal. I had barely noticed that I was almost done. "And no, I can't say that I have ever challeneged someone to a fashion contest, really. I have never been one for betting, more just trying to see waht its like to well.. socialize," I said with a chuckle. No doubt he thought me a hermit in that instance.
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Post by Okal nó Valerian on Jun 23, 2009 23:49:14 GMT -5
I really needed to get out more, of course I couldn't say that I often spent time with those of the Shahrizai clan outside of the assignation rooms. I made a note to not call her a patron until she really was one. Though I was sure she had something else she prefered to be called at that time.
I raised my eyes a little in curiosity when she said that she wanted to see what it was liek to socialize. She had seemed pretty comfortable and social at the shop. "Do you not go out very often?" I asked.
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Post by Sarielle Shahrizai on Jun 24, 2009 8:24:05 GMT -5
At his question I laughed, thinking on my attempts earlier these past few months where I had tried to become more... social, especially since father's death. I was a baroness, now. There were things I had to tend to, people I had to get to know, and I for one did not think I was well suited for it.
"Other than family, I have not really been one for socializing, and even then it was with the... lesser players, you could say." I thought back pleasantly on when I met Tabien and Azriel, two men both against their Shahrizai nature, and then Gadleon, an impish smile coming to my lips at that last one.
"I have not been good with interacting outside the family so much. I often... make people feel uncomfortable it seems. Mayhap I am a tad too abrassive. And apparently when I try to be nice I still seem like a viper," I murmured, thinking on that assignation and the one Valerian adept who seemed to hate me from the moment I set eyes on her. "I prefer to keep to myself, tend to my roses, practice my dancing. I've never really been one for fetes, and when I do attend, most keep a wide birth either way." I smiled then. It wasn't really something that irked me terribly, though I couldn't see why someone could just judge another without first having spoken with them.
"How about you, Okal? Have you a full dance card every night? I can't imagine why you wouldn't."
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Post by Okal nó Valerian on Jun 28, 2009 2:34:49 GMT -5
I thought back to when Sarielle had first walked into the clothing store. I had not thought of her as a viper or anything of that nature then. Of course I was not exactly one to be easily bothered. Still, I could not see why other people would want to avoid her.
I shrugged slightly, a little in embarassment. I was not exactly the most prized adept at Valerian, though i could at least say I was not the worst either. We had some strange adepts, even for our unusual standards. "I stay busy enough I suppose, but I do get some free time." I thought of my last assignation, a peer who seemed to be visiting Valerian to impress someone else, not because she truly needed to be there. "I will admit at times I get annoyed with some of my patrons and don't always try to impress upon them that they should return to me. I would rather let someone else deal with them."
I finished the last bite of my meal and neatly laid my fork and knife on the plate so that the waitress would know. It had been quite tasty and I enjoyed the satisfaction of a well filled belly, but not one that would make me sleepy. Though I suspect that even if I had over ate Sarielle would have no problems keeping me well awake.
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Post by Sarielle Shahrizai on Jun 30, 2009 9:31:59 GMT -5
I smiled at his words, raising an eyebrow as he placed his knife and fork down in his empty plate.
"Well, isn't that counter-productive? Counter-intuitive? I would think that you would want to make your marque. Turning down patrons seems an unlikely way to reach that goal. Then again," I said sipping the last of my wine, "you can turn down any patron you wish, such is the nature of Naamah's Service. And there must be a rather unsavoury lot of people. Those who visit the houses with a bit more... spice... usually are a little bit repulsive at times. A bit off the beaten path," I said wtih a smile as I described some of the people in a group to which I myself and my kin belonged to. "I suppose then, that you are no hurry to complete your marque if it means pleasing those you balk at pleasing?" I inquired, tilting my head as the girl came to our table to clear away the dishes. She inquired if we would like dessert and I looked to Okal, pointedly. "No, I think we might take dessert somewhere else, my thanks to you miss,"I murmured, my voice low and sibilant. She blushed, curtsying twice, then left to bring us the bill. "I hope you don't mind," I said with a soft laugh, leaning forward, "but I have some rather tasty little treats at my home." I smiled a smile that curled the corners of my lips. It was a proposition, though we hardly needed me to make it that apparent. I think from the time in the store he knew my intentions, and I knew his desires.
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Post by Okal nó Valerian on Jul 9, 2009 0:03:25 GMT -5
Heading out the door of Valerian for good, at the first chance, had never been my intentions. In truth, I would probably happily continue service there once my marque was complete. I could think of no other employment I wished I had. I was sure my step-father would rather his estate to go to one of his blood, even if I was the eldest.
"I will admit I am no big hurry to complete my marque," I said, "though I will probably finish it a little bit later than the average, I am not so bad that I would be a 30 year old adept, with still a marque to complete." I thought for a moment, the idea made me laugh a little. I wasn't sure if any adept had stayed that long, with his marque incomplete, but I'm sure he would be the talk of the house if so.
I made no complaints when Sarielle turned down the desert, I was more than ready to leave. "I am looking forward to any treat you wish to give me," I said with a smile.
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Post by Sarielle Shahrizai on Jul 9, 2009 10:27:10 GMT -5
I smiled back at him. He was ready, and from what I could tell very willing to proceed.
"To Valerian first, then," I said, more of a statement than an inquiry. "Mayhap this time the carriage would be best," I said as I rose to my feet, waiting for him to do the same and take my arm.
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Post by Okal nó Valerian on Jul 11, 2009 20:52:29 GMT -5
I nodded my agreement as I arose with Sarielle. My excitement grew, but I used the taught self control to keep from acting inapproprately. I had enjoyed dinner but I was looking forward more to what lay ahead.
I walked over to Sarielle and took her arm. "Lead on mistress Sarielle," I said. Wondering if she had a name she preferred in the chambers.
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Post by Sarielle Shahrizai on Jul 14, 2009 8:53:47 GMT -5
He took my arm, calling me Mistress, and I couldn't help but laugh, low and dark, but sweet, like a rich, dark chocolate. I reached my opposite hand up to his face, caressing his cheek with my nails. "Mmm, this way, pet," I ,murmured as we made our way out of the pub and into the street. My carriage was to the side and with a short hand movement, it started moving towards us. The driver asked where to.
"Valerian, then home," I said with a wicked smile. He nodded once, trying to keep a straight face, though as he turned to open the door, I caught the glimpse of a smile. I mounted first, sitting down and waited for Okal to follow suit.
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Post by Okal nó Valerian on Jul 14, 2009 23:00:35 GMT -5
My skin responded hungryly to her touch and her words excited me. I kept my outward show to a simply but wanting smile and happily followed her out. My attention focused on her and I took her in as much as I could. Sometimes chamber games did not allow such observation so I took the oppertunity.
I stepped into her carriage after her, sitting close but no so much that I would crowd her in.
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Post by Sarielle Shahrizai on Jul 15, 2009 8:57:54 GMT -5
I watched as his features changed, only a bit, to show his contentment in the matter. He mounted the carriage after I did, sitting next to me as the driver closed the door and we moved to a jolted start, the clip-clop of hooves a backdrop to my thoughts. I wouldn't admit outwardly, but I did to myself, that he perplexed me a bit. I wasn't sure what brand of.. pain.. he enjoyed, or didnt enjoy, but that was part of the fun. Learning the limits of both patron and adept.
"You are not afraid," I said, more as a statement than a question. I wasn't expecting fear but, I did wonder how our friendliness would affect the relationship between us of master and pet. I looked to him as I said it, my eyes dancing over his features, a predatory smile curling my lips.
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Post by Okal nó Valerian on Jul 24, 2009 23:33:31 GMT -5
I had not thought about it much, until Sarielle commented on my lack of fear. I had been so caught up in her presence that I had not even thought of anything else. I may not have been the best judge of character, but I was pretty sure that I would have no reason to truly fear Sarielle.
The look in her eyes made me want to jump on the floor of the carriage and kneel before her begging for something. I held my place, however, though I am sure my eyes showed my desire. I replied with a simple, "I have no reason to be."
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Post by Sarielle Shahrizai on Aug 10, 2009 15:22:35 GMT -5
The way he looked at me, I had never felt another Valerian's eyes on me in quite teh same way. They always stared at the ground the floor the sky anything but into my eyes, and hehad been like that at first, but now, now he could look at me, speak to me, he did not tremble like others, and when he did it was from want not fear or anger. I leaned forward and caressed his cheek with the back of my hand, the backs of my fingers trailing along his skin.
"Good," I murmured, leaning closer to him. I knew the rules, and I did not kiss him, but I inhaled his scent, my nose brushing ever so gently along his jaw and neck, "I do not seek fear, just submission," I murmured, purring deep in my chest at his scent.
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Post by Okal nó Valerian on Aug 15, 2009 0:05:25 GMT -5
Sarielle was so close and my heart pounded with her presence. I willed the carriage to move faster.
"Submission is something you shall not lack my lady," I said, my breath becoming a little heavier with my desires for her. "I want nothing more right now than to be under your will and to be able to please you." I spoke honestly, not as an adept under contract but as a man who wanted this woman very badly.
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Post by Sarielle Shahrizai on Sept 3, 2009 11:50:29 GMT -5
"Hmmmm," I purred against his skin before pulling back. The desire to kiss him, nip his skin, taste his flesh, was rather great and I was finding it difficult to resist. I withdrew my hand from his skin and smiled, albeit a little wolfishly. "We shall see soon yes?" I asked though I knew the answer. I could sense his anxiousness in wanting to be alone with me, behind closed doors. I glanced out the window as we started to go up an incline and knew that we were now entering Mont Nuit.
"Almost there," I murmured, looking back to Okal.
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