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Post by Anthony William Scott on Mar 4, 2013 0:15:55 GMT -5
Words, they were generically overrated in a lot of contexts, something that a large majority of people in the world that surrounded him failed to understand, and wasn’t that a pity. There were more than enough other ways to get things across. They were infinitely more subtle, for the most part, but sometimes the appropriately placed hand or look turned out to be exactly what the situation, not more noise. He was a firm believer in not talking most nights, something that had apparently slipped. Perhaps it was just a result of his life. He’d spent enough time on his own that he’d become accustomed to the silence and the sound of the world, rather than the sound of other people. Whatever the reason was, he was a man of action, rather than a man of words. And that worked just fine for him.
They pressed through the hordes, eyes locked and intentions readily discernible by anyone that saw them passing through. Was that a problem? Not in the slightest. There was some kind of territorial pride to it, in all actuality, albeit one that would be by nature temporary. But the thrill that coursed through, well, that was something different. It was the hunter in success, showing the prize to the rest of the camp, saying this is mine. It must have been the same feeling that raiders coming in from sea felt, carrying in gold and women after a successful raid. And in this case, the woman was most definitely willing, not picked up from a village at random and carried back to a ship for the pleasure of someone else. No, her own pleasure was at the forefront of her mind, as well it should be. This was not the situation for anything but pleasure.
The crowd thinned as they moved towards one of many sets of doors leading to more than enough secluded rooms and alcoves where instincts could come out to play and good sense could be abandoned at the door. Yes, this was a night for scandal wasn’t it. Glancing about, Anthony could see that they were not the only pair with the idea to sneak away for a bit of fun in the dark. This was the kind of night designed for those escapades. The only thing that could have pushed the pressure higher than the free alcohol and the air of glamour would have been masks. As memories floated forward of Carnivale in Vanice, he grinned. Italy had been one of the highlights on his world tour.
As they broke the edge of the crowd, he paused, guiding her into a turn. “Your turn,” he said, voice husky, pressing her lightly towards the door. He took the opportunity to caress the small of her back, anticipating when the fabric between hand and flesh would be removed and the friction of the satin would be gone. The pressure of the zipper against the palm only further reinforced that a few moments stood before the inevitable end of the game. All other endings had long since become improbable, this was only a matter of course, a final formality of finding privacy before the night could take its ordained course.
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note: he says more words are overrated >.> words: 535 outfit: check it
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Shiloh Ariette DeMarco
Onyx Vampire
The Informant
played by reesa [/size][/i][/center]
Mistress of Disguise
Posts: 44
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Post by Shiloh Ariette DeMarco on Mar 13, 2013 19:23:41 GMT -5
Oh how Shiloh enjoyed how this night was going. She just knew that she would. From the moment that she had shimmied into this lovely red number and done up her hair, and done her makeup which she assumed she would soon have to redo along with the rest of it, until this very moment when she was happily parting the crowd like the red sea with the man she had before only considered to be a hunting partner. Funny how these things could change when given a different setting and an opportunity. That was the point of a good party though, wasn’t it? To make people let go of their inhibitions and do things that they wouldn’t usually do. Let loose. If that was the case, than the Monarch had thrown a good party indeed.
Usually Shiloh was all about control and domination just because that was the type of woman that she was, and would always be. She liked to be in control because it meant she could control what went on. So one would be surprised to see her being the one to move backwards in this equation. But Shi would have ignored them, she was perfectly happy to keep her eyes locked on her partner’s, anticipation and excitement snapping in her own amber eyes, for once lacking the colored contacts she wore in her other personas. She didn’t see it as any less than her usual control as she walked, backwards or forwards. She was also too busy being amused for what was coming than for thoughts and all of that bullshit. Let people think what they wanted. She could taint the rumor mill any way she wanted to later, if she played it right. And she enjoyed playing the rumor mill. It was the most amusing part of her job.
The crowd thinned as they left the main masses and crowds behind, heading for the afore mentioned dark corners and places to slip off into. Shi didn’t care. She noticed, of course, because as distracted as she may seem Shi always noticed her surroundings. But she was a little bit focused on what they were heading to said dark corners to do. She fully enjoyed these moments in her life, and often got herself lost in them. This was basically what she had come here to do, along with stir up as much trouble as she could manage, though, wasn’t it?
As they slipped away he spoke, the first time since they had started to get away from the crowds and the main party, and she couldn’t help but grin at the words. Though, they were certainly not the only to slip away and she noted who was in the back of her mind for later, just in case she might need to use that information later. The girl never really was off the job. She felt the press of his hand against her back and wanted the fabric gone. She was ready to get down to playing this game, the way she wanted to and the way she knew that it would.
She turned and opened the door, slipping inside and leaving it open for him to follow, and from there into a secluded room. Without turning towards him she slipped her long arm behind herself to undo the zipper, the only thing keeping the small dress she wore on her, being that it had no straps, and it slipped off. And she glanced over her shoulder at him with an arched brow. ”Coming?” she asked softly, a smirk tugging at the edges of her lips. Shiloh was more than comfortable in her own body, and had no problems standing as she was, in nothing more than her heels, her jewelry, and her tights, which only went up to her thighs anyway. Sometimes it was nice to be a woman, so easy to slip out of things when they were certain things.
Okay, so the look over the shoulder was clichéd, but hey. Some things were clichéd because they actually worked. Thank you very much. She was a fan of certain clichéd moves. They amused her. So why not? Besides, she had enough of a reputation that the moves didn’t matter, the reputation—or rather, Ariette’s reputation—spoke for her.
Words: 728 Muse: Okay! Comments: Apparently she agrees, if how little she speaks says anything lol
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Post by Anthony William Scott on Mar 26, 2013 23:05:40 GMT -5
There was something that was so simple to this entire process, something primal that went beyond the vampire bits of instinct. Perhaps it was the one last vestige that reminded his species that they had come from the delicate breakable things that they called food. And that over arching urge was lust, what some would call the biological imperative, undamped and untamed by near immortality. It was still there, simmering beneath the blood lust and the rest of the urges that came with being a vampire. It grew stronger, something that couldn’t be tamed by age. In satiable and unsated, his species lived on, rampaging victors in blood and glory and nights like this, which reminded everyone what they had become, were to give into the urge ignored for so long during the war. Yes, this was a night just for the indulgence of the senses in something more than the blood and the gore of the war.
He followed her in, closing the door before sliding off the suit coat that had been stifling him all night. Even without that, he felt freer. He never had been a fan of getting spiffied up for anything, he’d even protested doing so at his wedding (he showed up in a tux though, much to his wife’s pleasure). But these were the clothes for the night, the clothes of teasing and playing and all of the other things that were supposed to be part of this night. Yes, they were and they were destined to end up much like her dress, on the floor and waiting to be put back on.
Her candor amused him, not because it was, but because it was such a rare thing to find. In all his years carousing, he’d never encountered a woman who would walk into a room and shed her clothes as rapidly. Even the women he’d grown up with had kept what little clothes they had on for a bit, teasing and playing with the mind, the strip tease of eras past. Here there was no tease, no suggestion, just stark and beautiful nudity, accentuated by the stockings and the jewelry. Stunning and shocking, much more effective to him than any strip tease, he’d seen entirely too many of those in his life. Her boldness was refreshing, a welcome benefit to the night.
He walked up to her, pulling off his tie as he did. That could have its uses later, perhaps, but for now it was just a noose. “Of course,” he said, sliding a hand around her waist and pulling her towards him, his attention turning to the feeling of her skin under his hand. Soft, supple flesh met his roughened palms and gave where his own would have resisted. The scent of her perfume lingered in his nose, catching him in the moment as he took stock of the situation that they found themselves in. All thoughts outside the small room that they were about to christen were lost to the depths of his mind, replaced by a rather intense focus on the situation at hand. He could feel her heart pounding as much as his and the rise and fall of her chest with each breath. This all held great promise.
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note: let me know when you want to black these crazy kids out. words: 542 outfit: check it
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Shiloh Ariette DeMarco
Onyx Vampire
The Informant
played by reesa [/size][/i][/center]
Mistress of Disguise
Posts: 44
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Post by Shiloh Ariette DeMarco on Apr 13, 2013 20:51:48 GMT -5
Some women could flirt and play and tease. Some women were experts at the strip tease. Some could taunt a man for hours and simply slip away without fulfilling what they wanted. And most women had no idea when it was best to employ these tactics and when none of them were needed. Shi could play the game with the best of them, teasing and leading people on, giving them snippets of which they wanted. But if she had her choice, she preferred when things were just there, presented as blankly as a statement, which was more powerful most of the time.
She had done her playing in the ballroom, her teasing and her hints. What use of them did she have for them here in this room where no one could see? She had already gotten them to where she wanted them, and most certainly with his help because it wasn’t like he was one of those men who lost their mind at the mere sight of a pretty face as far as she could tell. So why should she taunt and tease any longer? She wasn’t some little whore who was here to please, this was for her pleasure as well.
Besides, she wasn’t quite sure how well a strip tease of any sort could work in a dress like this, which was barely a slip of a thing with no straps. The moment she tugged the metal mouth of the zipper down and away from her body, it fell with no real encouragement. And she adored that freeing moment when the wrappings that encased her fell away. It was a sort of freedom and she relished it for barely a second before turning back over her shoulder to grin at him and ask if he was coming.
Shi was not shy, in that respect her nickname was most certainly misleading. But above all else she was not body shy. She had run around wild as a child without a thing to cover her when she was among her mother’s people—until someone had caught her that is. And she had proceeded to stick to the love of that freedom well over her adult years and into this second burst of childlike wonder she was currently taking on the world with. So she had no shyness, no coy blush upon her cheeks once she lose the red silk.
Besides, he seemed amused by it, so there you go, she had succeeded in her goal.
A grin bloomed onto her lips when he came up behind her and she finally felt the touch of his hands on her bare skin, where she wanted it. She couldn’t help it, she simply adored things like this. Why not? It was part of the fun of living. When one had been alive as long as she, one had to find their pleasures where they could and this was most certainly a good spot to find them. She took a moment to relish in the touch, leaning back further even as he pulled her closer. And then she turned, slowly, to face him, the grin not fading in the slightest.
Her own hands glided along his chest and found far too much cloth in the way for her liking, nimble fingers undoing the buttons when she found them. ”Well good” she said, a low chuckle hidden among the words as she spoke them and leaned up to press a kiss.
She was damn amused by how this night was going. And she had a feeling the rest wouldn’t disappoint her either.
Words: 602 Muse: Okay, sorry this is off >< Comments: I'm thinking black out is good lol
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