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Post by Sinclair nó Valerian on Sept 8, 2009 16:00:35 GMT -5
I went to El Parra in search of the Shahrizai. I wasn't sure how long I was supposed to wait, after all, since I did not know when this party was when she was going to slip the Kushiel's Apple prank on her own kinsman, but I decided to check anyway. She worked here, anyway, and I did admire a woman who worked for what she earned, even if the name she carried disgusted me to no end. At least, it used to. It did. It didn't. I wasn't sure. The bar seemed about to close, by the looks of it, and I pulled the hood of my black cloak down and strode over towards the man at the bar and swiveled into a seat. I liked the atmosphere of the place, but I had never been much of a drinker for wine sunk into my skin too quickly and I was one that appreciated quick thinking above all else.
"Is Naia Shahrizai still here? If not, do you know where I can find her?"
It wasn't like me to go chasing people down and a Shahrizai, at that. Actually, I had chased down a Shahrizai only days before and I really hoped that this wasn't becoming a habit of mine. First Gabriel, now this. If no one knew any better, one would think that I was a Shahrizai obsessed Valerian at this point. I looked the man over briefly, before craning my neck to look at the few people still in the bar. She didn't seem to be here, unless she was in the back and I tapped my foot impatiently. I was always restless when I knew there was something I needed to do and it was left unfinished, more than that, I was eager to hear how the Shahrizai had taken the candy. A story of them tearing was a good story, any day.
After surveying, I turned back to him. He wasn't bad looking, but not my type, either and besides, I was an adept and not one to need to go on the prowl. My body wasn't freely my own, at any rate. However, my thoughts painfully drifted to Anixiel. There was still that to make amends for, our unholy union, but I would leave that for another day and time.
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Post by Baltasar de Cordova on Sept 9, 2009 1:56:16 GMT -5
It wasn't a busy night, not now anyways, and of course not? Why would it be after the fete of Azabel and her precious Delaunay. I had gone, with Naia, and they had not even showed. To their own wedding reception. Of course, the guests saw it as a good thing, the idea of them being so enthralled with each other that they couldn't even make it here before most likely ravaging each other. I, howeer, found tht it made me grit my teeth, close my eyes to slits, and count to ten to control my breething. I don't know why, she was out of my league, out of my ranks, there would be nothing for us, probably not even a pursuable friendship. I sighed, drying out the glasses with my towel, being meticulous about it, as I was every night, when I looked up in time to see a dark, cloaked figure enter the bar, and so close to closing time too. I sighed and walked over to him. At least I had my Naia. The thought made me smile. She wasn't mine by any means, but a part of her was... it was nice to know that.
That's why I jumped when he mentioned her.
"No," I said wearily, looking the cloaked man over. "No, she is not in tonight. Don't know. Maybe she's at home with her sister. Who is asking?" I asked, not offering the man a drink. I was very protective of things that were mine, and though she was not, she was still my worker, and on that basis and in my establishment I was to make sure she was safe, before the wrath of an angry Shahrizai sister come down upon my head.
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Post by Sinclair nó Valerian on Sept 9, 2009 2:03:41 GMT -5
Not in? I supposed we should have made our next meeting a tad bit specific, after all, I had no idea when this party was even going to be, if ever. For all I knew, she was just laughing in her head at the fact she had gone candy shopping with a masochistic Valerian. I rolled my eyes a little in irritation at the thought and looked the man over once more. "Sinclair. A friend, that's all. She told me to meet her at the place of her employment, but we had not set up a date and she knows not where to contact me, nor I her, except this place." Well, she knew of Valerian House, to contact me, but there would be whispers, even if she came merely to talk.
She was a Shahrizai and I by reputation, hated them.
"I suppose I should be going then," I said, lingering just a tad longer to survey the place that she had chosen to work. Why here, of all places? "This place isn't bad. Pity I'm not a drinker," I murmured, more to myself than to the barkeep and nodded my head to him. "Good evening, sir."
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Post by Baltasar de Cordova on Sept 9, 2009 2:08:08 GMT -5
I sighed, probably having made a terrible impression with my snobbish attitude. Sighing, I called out to him. "She may be in tomorrow. More than likely, actuall," I said out loud. Sinclair... she had never mentioned him to me, not his name, nor the fact she had a new friend. Usually she told me just about anything, so I couldn't figure why she would gloss over this. I was curious, this man, he was good looking, from what I could tell under his cloak's hood and without the angry brooding look he seemed to wear.
"Are you sure you wouldn't want a drink for the road, Sinclair?" I asked, trying to lure him into staying longer so I might find out what manner of man comes looking for a woman this late at night with the look of anger and disdain in his eyes. I would not sell Naia out to this man without knowing really what his purpose was in seeing her. "Or maybe there is a message I might give her?"
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Post by Sinclair nó Valerian on Sept 9, 2009 12:09:32 GMT -5
Tomorrow? Well that was better than how much I knew of Naia's schedule, which was close to nothing. I did not know where she lived. I supposed I could snoop around and ask, after all, the woman did have a recognizable name but on the other hand, like with right now, questions for me were arising along with it. "There's no message, no." This was a personal ploy between the two of us and I did not know how close this man was to her or to Naia's kin, if in case he would decide to warn them, if the prank had not been pulled off yet.
"One drink would be nice." I fingered the coins in my pocket, which weren't much, but enough for one and kept my place on the bar stool. I was curious of this man's shop. Why would Naia choose to work here, of all places? It was keeping me wondering, but I had to admit that I was a bit taken with this place. I couldn't help but allow curiosity to lead me to taste just one drink.
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Post by Baltasar de Cordova on Sept 10, 2009 11:41:58 GMT -5
He took a seat at the bar and seemed to ease a little bit. He seemed so... high strung, like he was expecting someone to jump him at any minute. I wondered for a moment if he might be strung up on something, opium, belladonna, but had to have faith that he was a friend of Naia's and that she had good choice in friends. I saw him reach for his purse and shook my head.
"It's on me," I said with a smile. Sometimes free liquor allowed people to open up a bit more and I was hoping such would be the case. He was far too mysterious, even if not really posing any seeming threat. "So.. how do you know Naia?" I asked as I brought out two glass - goblets really, large bowled, and took the red from beneath the counter. It had already been uncorked and was easy to pull out with a soft pop and the release of the fragrance of grapes, strawberries, and a bit of cedar. It was my favourite vintage, smooth all the way down, with a light stain aftertaste. I poured both glasses three quarters of the way full, pushing his across the bar top.
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Post by Sinclair nó Valerian on Sept 10, 2009 11:48:44 GMT -5
"Thank you," I murmured quietly. Great, a free drink that I didn't even need waiting for somebody that wasn't coming. This week was turning out to be quite the fantastic week, I had to admit. "Naia and I met in a bar," I said simply. She had helped me escape and we ran a few mischievous pranks together, but I decided to omit that. After all, the man was her employer. "We hit it off right away." Sort of. The Shahrizai-Valerian complex that always bugged me was ever present in our relationship.
I downed half of the goblet without so much as flinching, feeling the liquid run down me was ever soothing right now. I waited about thirty seconds before downing the rest of the goblet, however large. "Excuse me. I really needed it," I said simply. "That was excellent wine," I said though it sounded like a hollow compliment, just something to fill in the space. It seemed we were the only ones in the bar now and it indeed was closing time.
"Well, if she's not coming tonight perhaps I should leave. I don't want to hold you up."
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Post by Baltasar de Cordova on Sept 10, 2009 12:02:04 GMT -5
I watched him down the wine as I sipped mine. He was small in stature but apparently not in his appetite for drink. And he had met Naia in a bar.
"Yes, she's a good girl," I said, with a bit more emphasis than was required. Almost a threat. As though I was saying 'she is a good girl so don't get her mixed up in any trouble'. I knew she was a grown woman in her eyes, and to those around her, but I was still very protective, even if she wasn't truly really mine, she was a friend, no less, and I would do the same for any friend.
And this man was hiding something. Twas obvious, but it would not do me any good to ruffle him.
"No need to worry," I said, refilling his wine glass without asking, "I always stay a little later anyways just in case anyone else wants to come in a little late," I said, in much of a murmur as though sharing confidence with this man before laughing and taking a long draught of my wine, tasting it with eyes closed, a low grumble of approval arising from my chest to my lips as I swallowed and opened my eyes, leveling my gaze on the man before me.
If they were involved romantically... well I could see it, he was a good looking man, no doubt about that, though there was a darkness in his countenance, and something fleeting, flitty.
"And by the way," I said, extending my hand with a smile, "you can call be Balta. I don't think I introduced myself earlier," in my haste to interrogate you.
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Post by Sinclair nó Valerian on Sept 10, 2009 12:12:17 GMT -5
I had nowhere near the appetite for drink as I would have liked, but apparently that was not what I showed off when I downed the goblet. I had thought that one free was already generous enough for the one, last customer, but he had filled up my glass once more. It felt good to drink, but I knew how easily it was for me to start feeling a buzz, which I could already feel creeping up on me. Yet my glass was filled once more and I took a long drink, relishing in the feeling and already realizing that perhaps this was not a wise idea.
"I wouldn't call her a good girl, per say," I said with a laugh, not even hearing what the man had said underneath his words. Normally I would have caught something like that, but I was already nearly drunk from the large goblets of wine that it was making it difficult to watch his every movement, as I normally did. "But that's what I like about her." She created mischief and after all, I was here playing a prank. I took his hand and shook it with a nod.
"Sin, short for Sinclair." I downed the rest of the goblet, my head swimming. Sweet Elua why had I drank that much so fast? "I can see why Naia likes this place."
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Post by Baltasar de Cordova on Sept 10, 2009 12:19:42 GMT -5
I stiffened a bit at his words. "Mayhap you know a side of Naia I haven't yet been privy to," I said with raised brows though my eyes held steel. It was like talking ill of family, but I kept myself calm. Twould do no good to send this man home black and blue for a misstep he did not know he was making.
"Sin," I said slowly, "short for Sinclair," I continued, rolling the r in his name in the Aragonian way. "Nice to meet you. Something tells me you are aptly nicknamed," I said with a wry grin and a chuckle before downing the rest of my glass of wine and pouring myself another goblet full. "And what do you like about it, aside from the random free wine?" I said, looking around at my establishment. It was good to know what others thought of it, especially the natives, the patrons, unbiased.
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Post by Sinclair nó Valerian on Sept 10, 2009 12:27:15 GMT -5
"She's mischievous and amazingly so," I murmured out loud though honestly at that moment I thought it had been in my head. Two large goblets and I could feel the wine sinking into my veins. I felt a shudder through my spine when he said my full name, relishing in his accent for a moment.
"Aptly indeed," I said with a smirk. I didn't even think he understood the whole of it, but Sin was definitely better than 'saint' for what Sinclair translated into. My parents had hoped too much for me when I had been born. "The atmosphere... the wine... the bartender. You convinced me to drink, which I don't do often." Though he had an ulterior motive I knew not of. "So thank you,for the drink. I must admit I cannot hold it well." Not at all.
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Post by Baltasar de Cordova on Sept 10, 2009 12:32:36 GMT -5
I laughed with raised brows. "Mischievous? My my... well I suppose I see a bit of that in her but... I suppose I do not know her... as intimately as others," I said, wondering to myself if he had slept with her. "Then again, I know her more intimately than many."
I sipped my wine and laughed again. "Well the way that you downed the first one I figured you were a man of the drink, could hold your own. Had I known... I might have poured them a bit smaller," I said with a chuckle. I might have, but it was unlikely. "And thank you. I take pride in my little wine cafe as it were. And as for the compliment towards me, thank you. I do try to charm my patrons a little bit, makes the liquor flow easier," I said with a wink then laughed. "Though I didn't use my powers of manipulation too hard with you," I said leaning on the bar and taking another deep drink. "So if you do not drink, what do you do... often?" I asked with a raised brow and a deep chuckle.
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Post by Sinclair nó Valerian on Sept 10, 2009 12:38:36 GMT -5
"I do not know her intimately," I affirmed for him. Though I was drunk, I could see why he was pressing now and I did not know if as her boss he was just being overly protective or if he felt something for her, but I wanted to make that clear. I was not looking for a fight, not tonight. I had had a rough enough week. "I only know her for her mischief, nothing more, but we found ourselves quite akin in that way despite our... differences."
Differences indeed.
"I don't drink wine often. I like to think straight," I said, though I already knew my judgment was impaired as I felt it sink ever deeper into me. "I just needed the drink, horribly, and it had not occurred to me you would pour me another." I rolled my eyes when he told me that he had not used his powers of manipulation too hard on me. "Like I said, I did not need much convincing tonight. I needed the drink."
I leaned on the bar, feeling the wine on my breath and trying to steady myself though I was already feeling lightly tipsy. What did I do? "I read and observe people." I would not get into what my real work was, but the recovery time gave me enough leisure time, that was for sure, even compared to other adepts.
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Post by Baltasar de Cordova on Sept 10, 2009 12:43:29 GMT -5
He leaned forward on the bar, the sweet scent of wine on his tongue as he spoke, and it was enough to make me want to kiss him, though I didn't. I was not ... prone... to going to other men, really I had never been with one, and the fact that I was so easily exercising the thought, right now, with this man I did not even know, showed me that maybe I too was being hit a bit strongly by the wine. I chuckled instead, though did not pull back from him to put more distance between us. Instead I looked into his eyes, dark, mysterious, showing very little, except when they danced around, then I knew he was nervous.
"I do a lot of that here. It's really a good place for it. So many people coming in, looking around, having a glass of wine with friends, while unbeknownst to them the bartender stands behind his bar, watching, learning," I said with a laugh. "It does sound a little sinister. But," I said, finally leaning back a bit and crossing my arms over my chest. "Tell me Sinclair," I murmured, "what do you see?" I smiled, stifling a bit of laughter.
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Post by Sinclair nó Valerian on Sept 10, 2009 12:49:05 GMT -5
Even though I was drunk and could not catch everything in his words, when I put myself to it, I could still see something as long as I concentrated, though I almost fell off the bar stool staring at him. "Aragonian, by the accent," I said, steadying myself by leaning farther into the bar instead of leaning back, which I had tried to observe him better, but the wine in me decided that that was a bad idea.
"Worried about his employee or someone he has more affections for than he ought. Which, I cannot tell," I said, obviously talking about Naia. "A charmer who knows how to get information." I let out a sigh of relief as I said all of this. Normally I wouldn't have indulged, but I was drunk and now in a much better mood. "And yourself? What have you learned o barkeep?"
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Post by Baltasar de Cordova on Sept 10, 2009 12:59:31 GMT -5
I laughed at his words, running a hand through my curls. "Aragonian, was obvious. Name of the cafe and all," I said with a wry grin, "as for Naia, I do worry for her, mainly because she is a good girl, and well, I had my suspicions about you when you came in here," I said with another chuckle. "And I wouldn't say I've more affections than I ought to for the girl, mayhap just enough." I leaned against the bar once more as I regarded him critically, letting the steel come back into my gaze. "You are very wary about what you say. You're nervous. Usually. Not now though, you've relaxed, but when you walked in, you had all sorts of fear stuck to you, looking about like you were expecting the shadows to leap at you with disclosed weapons," I said, being brutally honest. "A rather fetching man, with a big personality, but there is something there I can't peg. You are certainly not disclosing something, but mayhap it is not important, and maybe just some natural sense of enigmatic charm," I said with a chuckle.
"So, Sinclair," I purred with more of an Aragonian accent, "was I dead on?" I asked, swirling my wine, taking a sip and smiling warmly at him, thoough my eyes went quickly down and over his body - at least what I could see that wasn't hidden by th bar.
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Post by Sinclair nó Valerian on Sept 10, 2009 13:07:12 GMT -5
"She is a good girl, but she has a taste for mischief." Plus, a Tsingano woman had warned me about her. What that meant. I did not know, but I could not imagine Naia meaning ill for me. She just did not see the type and I was generally a very good judge of character if prejudices did not block my eyes and if anything, I should have thought negatively of her. If my opinion of her was already so high, surely I was spot on. I smirked when he said that I was not disclosing something. It was something I tended to hide, unless I needed to say it. The fact that I was an adept of Valerian was none of his concern and he did not seem a man with that kind of taste, any way.
"Partially," I replied to him, sensing how he roamed over my body with his eyes. I was used to sensing such things, I was an adept of the Night Court, after all, and it wasn't anything new. Normally I would have balked at something such as that, but I was in a pleasant mood and I had been offered free wine. "I wasn't nervous when I came in, I was angry." I was usually angry. The only place that truly made me nervous was L'Roche, but he was close enough, I gave him that.
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Post by Baltasar de Cordova on Sept 10, 2009 13:19:09 GMT -5
"Angry? Why angry?" I asked. He had seen me look him over, but had said nothing. I ran my hand through my curls again, something of a nervous habit for me, the only outward display I usually gave. My locks fell in curls, over my eyes, and I shifted the hair out of my blue eyes.
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Post by Sinclair nó Valerian on Sept 10, 2009 13:26:41 GMT -5
"A horrid week, is all," I said with a nod, "and I thought it would be climaxed by Naia not being here but it did not seem to be such an ill situation after all." I had gotten a free drink and I was more relaxed than I had been in weeks. "Work was giving me some difficulties." Though that was vague enough, I was sure it was something he would accept. I was just starting to forget the situation with Gabriel though it left me feeling hungry for something I could not place and empty.
"I'm not going to hurt you," I breathed in slight irritation. "I was angry, not ballistic." I felt like I owed him for the wine, but it wasn't like I could pay him back, not for two goblets. "I owe you for the wine, Balta, perhaps I can do a favor for you at one time or another." An errand. I wouldn't make the mistake of kissing to substitute for a favor ever again.
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Post by Baltasar de Cordova on Sept 10, 2009 13:34:30 GMT -5
I laughed heartily. "You? Hurt me? Hardly my man. I would not think it. You are not a danger to me, not a physical one anyway," I said with a smile. "And I am not the fighting type. I am more a lover than a fighter," I said. "We Aragonians are a passionate people. Sometimes we come off a bit... angry, or harsh, but its just passion. And I can understand work ails, sometimes," I said with a soft laught, "but I can't complain with a constant and ever ready supply of wine to ease away the rough edges of the day." I took a sip of my wine, almost finishing off the goblet before pouring myself a half glass and looking to him before corking it, wondering if he wanted a bit more. "And no need to want to pay me back , Sinclair. When I give something free, I give it for free, no strings, no debt to be repaid."
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Post by Sinclair nó Valerian on Sept 10, 2009 13:41:09 GMT -5
My dark eyes flitted towards him when he told me I was not a physical danger and I smiled, though it wasn't a pleasant one, more devious in nature. "Indeed, I did not mean physically." But I did not point out that I had seen his nervous nature when I told him I was here out of fury. His remark of being more a lover than fighter made me chuckle. "And I am more a fighter than a lover, so you have nothing to fear for Naia." If only the man frequented the Night Court and knew of my house, he would know quickly of my ever sullied reputation. If my patrons did not come for me looking for a fight, I did not know what they came for.
Passion. Angry and harsh passion. That was something I would have liked a taste of, I was certain. I was a Valerian, after all and I could only lick my lips as he spoke of this. "I still have a sense of debt, regardless if you gave it free. Just keep it in mind, if you ever need an extra hand," I said simply and eyed him. "You can keep your passion and love, Aragonian, I'm quite through with it." Lust and desire were what I deal with in the Night Court and I preferred for it to stay that way.
"Good evening, Balta. Perhaps I will see you around."
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Post by Baltasar de Cordova on Sept 10, 2009 13:47:41 GMT -5
I chuckled at his words, cloaked little threats, but shrugged them off, listening to him explain himself before he rose up, still speaking of debt, and sounding rather disparaging with regards to love and the like.
"Pity, you seemed like a passionate man," I said after he bid me farewell. "Though if I were to ask anything in return, it would just be your company a little longer, mayhap while i close up shop. I could always have my carriage drop you at your home before I head to mine, or after if you fear I might stalk you," I said with a raised brow as I downed the bit of wine in my glass and dropped them gently into the bucket of clean water I had behind the bar for that very purpose.
"What do you say? Dispell the debt and even get a ride home out of it," I said with a chuckle and a wink. "Sounds decent to me. I don't bite. I promise."
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Post by Sinclair nó Valerian on Sept 10, 2009 13:53:19 GMT -5
"I'm not afraid of you biting, believe me, Aragonian," I said, eying him and watching his every move. I felt a shudder explode over me at his mere wink and tried to brush it off. At least I could repay the debt before I went back to my place and get a ride. I was feeling a bit too tipsy to stagger all the way to Mont Nuit. "I will keep you company, then." I pondered in my head whether or not I should allow him to drop me off at Mandrake House to scare him off for good (he would certainly think differently of me with that physical comment he made earlier) or if I was too tired to deal with any questions about me being an adept later and just get dropped off elsewhere and walk.
I kept my seat, since that was all he had asked of me. "Thank you, it's a generous offer and an exchange I will accept." I felt the warmth and heat of the wine fully spill over me as I leaned into the bar and chuckled a little, my tongue loose. "You don't look too bad, for an Aragonian. Indeed it is a pity I'm not a passionate man or I would have liked to take a little bit of your harsh passion myself."
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Post by Baltasar de Cordova on Sept 10, 2009 14:00:45 GMT -5
I chuckled at his words. "If you've ever been with a biting Aragonian, you might be," I chuckled as I turned from the bar, still listening to him as I got out a new towel and wet it to wipe down the tabletops. I started with the bar, turning back to him, laughing at his words, though I felt a bit of a challenge hanging in the air, and I was in the kind of mind that I might take it and just show him a bit of that passion.
"Tis not always an angry passion, just an.." it was hard to explain, so I stopped as I thought of the right words, "an overbearing one? It consumes." I said as I continued to wipe down the counter top then walked around it to one of the tables closer to the bar. I could see him now and, before bending to wipe off the table, I took him in fully. Lithe muscles, well built, beautiful face, but a dark beauty that made him more... manly despite his d'Angeline boyish good looks. I looked back to my table and continued to wipe it off. "And thank you for the complement," I said with a chuckle. If only he knew that I shared a bit of his heritage... being half and half as I was. But he did not, few people knew, and those that did, I had let it out so cryptically that they did not understand. The thought made me think about Bella, sweet Bella and that husband of hers. But I let it pass out of my mind. If Sinclair could walk in here angry and let that fall away, I could do the same for this.
Right?
I turned to him, leaning against the table, arms crossed. "I am glad you are accepting. I would hate that you got into some fight with some miscrient on your way home from my bar," I said with a chuckle. "I'd feel terrible for whoever was on the losing end."
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Post by Sinclair nó Valerian on Sept 10, 2009 14:16:21 GMT -5
"Perhaps," I commented just to humor him, but I was a Valerian and had nothing to fear for bites. No, it would probably only make me shudder in delight rather than fearful. The most it would do would be to make me angry, but no, never fear. I feared little and physical pain was nowhere on that list.
"Angry, consuming. Either which way I would like my piece of it." It was not that I was not passionate, but merely I was sick of the dangers that it had in its depths, at least, when I was the one expressing it. Lust was fine, for it burned bright, then died quickly, but passion was a slowly growing flame that soon consumed everything in its path. However, it would make for the best lovemaking, yet one that I did not have in mind to delve in.
"That would be unpleasant." And it wasn't below me either. I had a tendency to get into a lot of fights and that was when I was sober. Now that I wasn't, who knew where my lack of better judgment and rage would lead me. "So, Aragonian. This passion you claim to have, does it couple with anything us d'Angelines have to offer?" We were of the angels, after all, and we knew desire and lust and passion like no other.
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Post by Baltasar de Cordova on Sept 10, 2009 15:19:49 GMT -5
"I would daresay it is greater, especially coming from me," I said with a chuckle, having d'Angeline blood and Aragonian together running through my veins. "It seems to match nicely with the d'Angeline passions," I said with a knowing smile, thinking for a moment on Naia, how she felt beneath me, how we fed off of each other energy. "But I've only tried twice. Third time makes it a true experiment, one from which I can draw real conclusions," I said as I looked up at him after having moved to another table, smiling wryly at him.
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Post by Sinclair nó Valerian on Sept 10, 2009 15:44:44 GMT -5
"One seems to have no qualms about boasting," I said, turning to look at him for the first time since he had decided to clean. It was a harsh movement, swiveling in the seat and I almost fell from it once more, had it not been for my hand not been there with a tight grip on the cushion. I did not know whether or not he had made love to an adept before since he was of Aragonian blood, but I daresay he would not be boasting so wildly if he had. After all, that was what we were known for, as d'Angelines.
"Real conclusions?" I asked with a raised brow, "I suppose it takes three times." Though I myself tended to draw conclusions from first experiences. "Well surely it will not be long until you have your third, you are in Terre d'Ange and in the heart of it all."
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Post by Baltasar de Cordova on Sept 10, 2009 16:10:48 GMT -5
I laughed as he swiveled, shaking my head at his unsteadiness.
"Well," I said moving to another table, but still looking at him. "I was thinking I wanted something a little... different this time, to complete my experiement," I said, bringing my free hand up to course through my locks. It was true, men taking other men as lovers was something ever present in d'Angeline culture, but twas not so in Aragonia, and to have that get back to my homeland might be the ruin of my family, and I could not have that, at all. But still, it intrigued me.
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Post by Sinclair nó Valerian on Sept 10, 2009 16:15:11 GMT -5
Different? By the way he said it, I quickly connected the dots. After all, he was an Aragonian man and while we both may have been passionate lovers, there was one rather large difference between Aragonian and d'Angeline loving. "Then if you are going to try, you should try for an adept. It would be a shame if your first man was unpleasant." I wasn't, of course, referring to myself but it was just a suggestion. The man was looking to experiment and no one knew how to satisfy curiosities better than an adept of the Night Court.
"They know how to keep secrets, as long as you tell them it is one." To a degree. Valerian and Mandrake house more than others, but the rest, nonetheless.
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Post by Baltasar de Cordova on Sept 10, 2009 16:55:56 GMT -5
"True," I said with a soft chuckle as I looked him over. "It seems like you know your information on adepts... then again I am guessing you are born and raised here. What house would you suggest in your inifinite wisdom Sinclair? You seem to understand my need for... discretion.... and I am guessing they are all discrete but, arent there ones that are a little... moreso?"
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