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| The Next Morning; <P> | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Oct 7 2010, 02:52 PM (293 Views) | |
| Dorian Ves'enthe | Oct 7 2010, 02:52 PM Post #1 |
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It was all too easy to see the mirth on the guard's faces. He had known all along that they would be amused thus with his charming partner. They were of the similar opinion as his family, after having seen him through the gates time after time with no one, or watching him sneak over the wall like a thief in the night. Dorian was not one for coming and going in Palace very often, but he was a more often seen sight than either of his two brothers. Once inside, he breathed a small sigh of relief. Even though they were inside his "home", the rooms here were not what brought him comfort. There were no servants about, not that he could see. Good. He wanted no more than necessary to know of her...not yet anyway. It wasn't that he was ashamed of Vera, no, not at all. He had visions running through his head of taking her to the Masquerade that his mother was planning, seeing her at state dinners, all various scenarios that could happen. There was absolutely no guarantee that it would though, which he knew all too well. After all, this could have easily been the alcohol talking to him. That wouldn't be a surprise. Dorian tried to brush the fantasies away from his mind. There were no set guidelines or rules among Vampires as who could get involved with who, at least in pertaining to their own race. Among other races, there were strict forms that had to be adhered to. But that was the last thing on Dorian's mind right now. The doors to the throne room were standing, ominous and foreboding, at the end of the hall. Best not to take her through there...likely Indira would be awake and moving about therein. One thing he certainly didn't want was to have to introduce his drunken date to his mom...those times never seemed to go over well. Instead, he took her to the smaller hallway to their left, taking the side passage to his private quarters. The narrow passage was not one that he was fond of, though it afforded him a good way to avoid his family should he desire to do so. Up the stairs he led her, giving her an encouraging smile once they reached the third floor of the tower where the Brothers lived. Their steps were muffled when they reached Dorian's doors. To his left stood the study, the right his bedroom. Much as he wanted to give her the full tour, he wasn't fully sure that now was a good time for it. After all, there was always the next morning... A wry smile crossed his face as he drew Vera to him once more. His lips sought hers out, hungry, needing. There would be no denying what they both wanted. With that, he drew the beautiful girl into his personal room, closing and locking the door behind them with a chuckle. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ The soft crinkle of sheets woke the Prince up, his cherry eyes casting about the room idly. No sense in getting up just yet. He stretched, rolling over to the side to curl his body up next to Vera's. Had they been mortal, he would have relished the warmth from her, but all he felt was the cold touch of her soft skin against his. There was absolutely nothing wrong with this arrangement as far as he could tell. Yes...definitely could stay here all day. Dorian closed his eyes and sighed, letting his body relax under the sheets. Here, he thought nothing of any consequences, nothing of what anyone would think or do. Should the household find out...oh who honestly cared? For once, in a very long time, Dorian was happy with what he had done, grateful for the moment of pure craziness, where he had let caution go to the wind and his family's thoughts to hell. For once, Dorian was doing something completely unexpected, completely against his "idea" of the "rules", and simply living for himself. His full lips spread into a wickedly happy smile as he burrowed his face into Vera's hair, kissing it lightly. |
| Veradisia Addair | Oct 7 2010, 04:05 PM Post #2 |
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All to eagerly she followed him through the massive home, hardly paying attention to the grandeur around them, hardly stopping to take in their surroundings as she could only focus on Dorian, only anticipate their night together. Those moments she knew were so close. Within moments she was being ushered into his bedroom, locked behind that massive door for the night she could only up until now envision in her mind, anticipate in her thoughts. Almost instantly her lips were upon him, greedy, hungered, anxious. Perhaps it was the liquor fueling her kisses, or perhaps something so much more. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ A small sigh, a flutter of eyelashes, that cold breath in her hair. Vera woke rather groggy, hardly used to the act of sleeping at all. Had she drank that much? Again she sighed, soft and low, running a pale, scarred hand over her eyes. Lips, now smudged and bright from bites, curled in a smile as memories of the night before crept back. Never did she want to slip from those sheets, never did she want to leave his arms or forget those moments. Regardless of the liquor that inspired both their actions, fueled their daring moves. No, she never quite wanted this to end. Far too comfortable was she between his sheets. Another contented sigh slipped from her lips as she nestled closer to him, leaned into his cold skin, unable to stop her lips' passing over his flesh. Hardly did she open her eyes, finding herself something akin to exhausted, startled even by the idea. It seemed impossible for their race to ever feel tired, to ever need sleep. Yet here she was, hardly bothering to tear her eyes open, hardly bothering with what time it was, where she should be what the plans for this day may have been. Nothing mattered in those moments, and for the first time in all the years that remained in her memory she did not wish to run from the man that had held her attentions the night before. For once, she wasn't afraid of the threatening attachment. "Mm, good morning." She stupidly whispered into his cool, porcelain skin. |
| Indira Ves'enthe | Oct 8 2010, 12:18 AM Post #3 |
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Through all of Lasymor she'd searched, hunted high and low for that one tome, the one volume she'd wanted today. The guards followed closely behind, their expressions nervous, panicked as they did all they could to stifle their mistress's rage at things not placed where they should. Little did Indira speak, her expression malicious enough as she tore through the towers with a scowl. Then, of course, it hit her: Dorian With something of a humored smirk mixed into her deadly expression her hips swayed down the hall, toward her sons' tower to continue the search. Of course he would borrow it, so typical. In that moment Indira wasn't sure if she was proud of her son or simply infuriated with him. Still the guards buzzed along behind her with smirks curling the corners of their lips, but she paid them no mind as her footsteps fell before the door of his study. With a sigh she pushed the doors open, immediately finding herself at the nearest shelf, crimson gaze scanning the spines of each and every book, scowling as she moved on. Short moments passed before this room, too, was crossed off her list of possible hiding places. Indira ran a hand through her raven hair before flinging it over her shoulder, holding out a hand to the nearest guard without her gaze falling on him for a moment. At first, the poor boy looked panicked, not knowing what it was she wanted. His lips opened to question, but shut instantly. No point worsening her mood, especially as it popped into his head at that moment, and from his coat he pulled a ring of black keys, gingerly placing it into her open hand with a small bow. Stepping around him, Indira found herself at Dorian's door. The last place she cared to look. Surely it shouldn't be this hard to find the tome of their family's history, the tale of Siaraia she'd been compiling through the ages. Why her son would have it, she wasn't quite sure, but it hardly surprised her. With a shake of her head, and a sigh, she slipped the key into the lock, opening the door with ease. Leaving her guards behind, she slipped inside. Hardly did the queen expect to find her son within. So seldom did any of her boys choose to spend the night within their tower, finding their mother's company less than appealing against the idea of spending it with women. A fact she hardly took to heart, the task she'd given them being one of utmost importance to the very tome she sought. Though, far more unexpected was the lass at his side, wrapped in the sheets like a little lamb. So uncharacteristic of her middle son, yet still the vision before her benevolent gaze brought a bemused grin to her ruby lips. "Dorian. Well, I hardly expected you to be home." She let out a small chuckle before sweeping across the room to the nearest bookshelf, once more studying the spines. Hardly did she bother to respect their privacy, hardly did she bother worrying over her son's impending embarrassment. Hardly did she mind his bringing a girl home, and hardly did their throes matter to her. "She's pretty." Indira commented off-handedly as she switched to another shelf, dissatisfied that what she sought remained still just out of reach. Time and again she crossed the bed, walked past and quite close to the couple, aloof to their discomfort. "I trust you enjoyed yourself last night, hm?" Spoken low, though more than audible to the couple. "Dear have you seen the-, ah, never mind. Here it is." She smirked, pulling the massive tome from its place among the rest of the books that had found their way here. "Right then, carry on, dear." Indira smirked, shooting a glance at her son and his lass before gliding once more to the doors of his room. Muffled laughter could be heard erupting just outside, the sound stifled in a moment as she pushed open the doors, snapping intelligible commands at her servants before the door closed once more. |
| Dorian Ves'enthe | Oct 8 2010, 11:22 PM Post #4 |
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The whispered 'good morning', the feel of her lips against his chest, all of that made him smile the broader. He nuzzled his face down next to hers, kissing her lips lightly. "Good morning beautiful...how was your night?" He wanted to tell her that his was wonderful, especially since she had been at his side. There were few such times that he had enjoyed so much, but this was ranking among his top ten; the Prince was hoping, and rather sure that they would have more of such memories. He was entertaining some thought of recreating the night before, when his ears picked up the last thing that he wanted to hear: a key turning in his lock. Dorian sat up in a hurry, making sure that Vera was at least covered up. There was a deep run of anger in his eyes, only staved when the door burst open, ushering in his mother. The Prince sat there, blinking in disbelief, one at being caught, two at being so intruded upon. "Um..Mother...C-can...I help you?" It was hard to keep a straight face during this situation, and for once, Dorian wished he had the ability to blush. "Thank you...I agree with that thought..." He really did find Vera beautiful, and not just because he had slept with her. When his mother left the room, Dorian breathed a sigh of relief, his shoulders sagging. The last thing he wanted was for Vera to find out in such an abrupt way who he was, who his mother was, and so on and so forth. Likely she had figured it out last night, what with him leading her right through the front doors of the castle, the family crest emblazoned on every tasteful surface...but perhaps she was so drunk she did not notice. Hopefully though, she remembered some of their night together, and wouldn't freak out when she fully woke up. Dorian turned back to look at Vera, an apology written all over his angelic face. "I guess I should have warned you about Mother...we love each other dearly, but sometimes she has no understanding of privacy and such..." He reached out a hand to stroke her cheek, hoping that Vera hadn't been too terribly disturbed by this turn of events. After all, he really did hope she would stick around for longer than the morning...though after this little stunt of his mother's he doubted it would happen. The sheets crinkled and muttered under his movement as he adjusted, shifting so that his back was leaning against the massive headboard. Dorian closed his eyes, trying to sort out what to do, to say, to make the situation better, when it could not have been made any easier to bear. Gods knew she was not happy about any of this...Dorian wasn't, that was for sure. |
| Veradisia Addair | Oct 9 2010, 01:27 AM Post #5 |
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Perfect, that's what this was. One of the best nights Vera spent, it seemed. So differently did she act around this one, so much more sophisticated, less the whore she seemed around others, less the small bubbly girl garnering far too much attention. His cold skin so close was a comfort, though the fact that she was still in his bed was rather strange. Was it the liquor that kept her there? Had she truly had so much as to keep her in his presence for far longer than any other man's experience? It hurt to think on it, her mind dizzy with mixed thoughts, delicious memories, the smell of him so close. Dorian's lips found hers, and for once she didn't pull away, didn't deny those pleasures now that the night was done. What was more, she enjoyed it, leaned into him, sighed at his silken voice, that way in which he questioned her. No other had bothered, no other had even feigned caring. She nestled her face in his chest, partly to feel his cool skin against her cheeks, but also to hide the smile she knew stretched her lips. Vera sighed, forming her reply carefully before her lips parted, before she let out that beautiful string of words, before she admitted that her night had been one of the best experienced. But she hardly had the chance as she, too, heard the key in the lock. Instantly her heart fluttered, threatened to jump right from her scarred chest. Her breath caught in her throat, and almost instantly Dorian's cool skin pulled from hers, left her wide-eyed, pulling the sheets up around her. If anything had truly awoken her, it was that. And the room she saw around her was anything but she expected. Beside Dorian she sat up, still as stone, eyes as wide as a doe's as she glanced sidelong at him, realizing, though some part of her knew all along, just who she was with. Though hardly could she react, hardly could she fathom such things before those doors opened, and Vera was sure, had she been human, she'd have suffered a heart attack right then and there. Only stories had she heard, only small glimpses at the start of events or the execution of traitors. Never, never had she expected to be this close...to see so clearly with her own violet eyes. A choked, sick gasp tumbled from her lips, eyes growing wider by the second as her pale hands raised to cover her mouth. It was all she could do not to jump from the bed and tear out of the room. All at once she was struck with adoration, respect, longing, fear. Hands clasped over her lips, face contorted in a shocked expression, she couldn't help but watch her, watch him, watch them both as words were exchanged, as their queen made her way around the massive bedroom. More than once those crimson eyes looked right at her, and she was sure she'd faint, sure she'd die on the spot from that gaze alone. But Indira stayed for just as long as it took to find what it was she was looking for, and just as she entered she left, so comfortable with what took place, so complacent while Veradisia was sure she'd fall to pieces. Dorian's gaze found hers again, and for the first time she truly saw him. How silly of her not to recognize who he was the night before, how silly of her not to realize why they'd garnered so many stares, why the night seemed so flawless. Rapidly her chest rose and fell, her brows stitched together as her hands fell from her lips, clasped in her lap as he spoke, though she hardly heard it, hardly comprehended anything he said. He moved away from her, leaned against the headboard and closed his eyes. Vera wasn't quite sure how she felt, wasn't quite sure if he wanted him closer to her or farther away. Had their night together been a mistake? Had she just been another game to him, or something more? And had she known who he was, would she have been so daring? Well, one thing was certain, she'd not drink again for some time. In an awkward silence she sat and stared at him, lips hanging open, eyes wide yet again. She felt rather pathetic, unable to speak, unable to stop the streaks of crimson tears down her porcelain cheeks. Why they fell, well she wasn't quite sure. Likely emotional overload, how had she done this, how had she let this happen. "Dorian..." She whispered, unable to say anything else, unable to voice all of her worries, her fears, her realizations. Unable to quite understand what she was feeling or what her body wanted to do. In either case she remained in his sheets, remained clutching them to her bare form, stayed in his bed even after he'd seen her so...exposed. After Indira, the blood queen herself had seen her, like this... What on earth had she done!? |
| Dorian Ves'enthe | Oct 21 2010, 11:38 PM Post #6 |
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His name was spoken such a hushed tone, he almost doubted the had said it at all. The barest whisper of a breath that word was...laced with curiosity, awe...and fear. That delicate frost of tangible distrust and a scared side he didn't plan on her having made Dorian sigh and squeeze the bridge of his nose. Gods...this was not what he had planned at all. But then again, with THE Blood Mother being his own real mother, what exactly did you expect from such a life? Wealth and privilege without privacy...the cost wasn't as good as the rewards sometimes, or so Dorian thought. His eyelid flicked open, looking at her with a rather apologetic look. "I'm sorry love...Mother is like that sometimes...and she wouldn't expect this of me, more than either of my brothers...please...say something..." Dorian looked at her, offering a weak smile. Oh, how he wanted to draw her into his arms, to feel her body pressed against his again, to know that she was not mad at him, nor was about to flee from his fingertips, like smoke flittering away from a fire. For the first time, the brilliant vampire had no words, no sagely bits of advice to give. All he knew, was that he wanted her there with him. The Prince reached out a hand for her, trying to offer her some reassurance. What on earth could he do to mend this? What could he do to take away her shock and (likely) embarrassment at such an incident? He knew that if he had been caught by her mother, in Vera's own bed, he would have been mortified. Though, no matter where they had lain together, be it in a palace or a peasant bed, he still would have done it for the reason that he found her...enchanting. Perhaps it was the gift she had from Eridian...perhaps it was just her own real personality. Either way, Dorian found himself drawn to her like a moth to a flame. But...did she feel the same about him? Would she even want to see him after this whole mess? It was all in the air, a circumstance that irritated Dorian, though he did not let it show on his face. With a small sigh, he tried to at least control her feelings of confusion and fear at the situation, to show her just how he wasn't just using her. Whether or not she would understand it as such was speculation. All Dorian wanted to do, was prevent her from running from him, and to get her to at least see that he was fond of her. Perhaps, then, she would calm down, and think rationally. Edited by Dorian Ves'enthe, Oct 21 2010, 11:38 PM.
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| Veradisia Addair | Dec 27 2010, 10:59 PM Post #7 |
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Somehow...it didn't matter. His words didn't soothe her, didn't make her feel any better. Nothing quite so serious had ever happened before. She'd never let herself so easily fall into someone's arms, and never anyone this...important. Her eyes wavered, her lips quivered and her hands shook as she stared at him, gaped in awe at the man she'd so foolishly slept with. Vera had no doubt that he had somehow manipulated her emotions, somehow enticed her to be here, to have done this. At the thought she frowned, her lips curled the slightest bit, and her gaze fell. It was disappointing, really, her best remembered night being such a blatant failure, such a weakness on her part. Pity, she'd really liked this one, until she realized who he was, where she was and what she had done. The vampiress shook her head, eyes raising back to Dorian's as she slid from between the sheets. Never before had she quite felt this way. It was new, and incredibly unpleasant. Always she'd been the one to use them, to take them for what they were for just as long as she'd needed them. Always she'd manipulated their emotions, read their thoughts to be sure she'd get what she wanted. This was different, this hurt. As quickly as she could did Vera retrieve her dress, slipping it back onto her scarred form, ever still staring at Dorian, though her eyes were strained, almost...shy. Stepping backward slowly, arms spread out as if at any moment she'd sprint from the room, her lips finally parted to speak. "Dorian...I." An ivory fang peeked out to take a nervous bite at her lip before she managed to continue, "I can't... I'm sorry." For just a second more she watched him, before her small frame spun around and tore from the room. It pained her, truly, to leave his side, to watch this one go. But she had to remain strong, had to put this behind her, forget it all. He'd never chase her, never bat an eye at the memory of their time together. Of that she was certain. |
| Dorian Ves'enthe | Jan 8 2011, 09:54 PM Post #8 |
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This was not what he wanted at all. Indira had ruined everything, this much he was sure of. He stared, helplessly, as Vera left his side and dressed, a former shadow of her vibrant self the night before. It was more than painful to see, and the Prince flinched when she spoke to him, her voice trembling and fearful. No...she couldn't just leave...but she did indeed. His eyes were filled with the image of her biting at her lip, looking like she was ready to cry. More than anything, he couldn't stand that thought: tears on her pretty face. The you man cursed, leaping from the bed and stumbling into a pair of pants. He took off, out the door and down the hallway toward the stairs. He could smell her scent in the cool air, and it sent goosebumps down his spine. If this were not a chase to get her to understand that he didn't want to lose her, then it could have been a very...exciting game. But this was no time for fun and games, it was a time for him to do what was most unthinkable to him; take action and get the girl that he wanted. As he ran, pressing his hands to the walls when need be so he wouldn't slam into corners, he kept kicking himself for what had happened, thinking that somehow he could have prevented it. Locking the door had already been done, so anything more, even posting guards, would have been just as useless....his mother had supreme rule over the entire land, and for him to deny her access to his bedroom was just an unthinkable as asking her to give up her crown. But really? You would think that she would have some respect for his privacy. There, again, the fault was his. Dorian was never home, and he never slept there, or if he did, the times were few and far between. More often than not, he was out and about, doing business for his mother, or looking up the books he so loved, claiming he was doing research when he really was avoiding the tasks that his two brothers seemed better at anyway. Dorian roared in frustration as he came to a stop outside the doors of the palace. He could still smell her, the hint of her sin lingering in the air. But dammit where had she gone to? He stood stock still, closing his eyes and breathing in deep, searching for Vera. If he could just find her, calm her down long enough to listen to him...it was a dirty trick, but he wanted her to at least hear him out, to take his words and think them through before making a decision...was it so wrong to at least use his powers that much? He took off down the road, out of the gates, and into the streets, shouting her name and trying to follow her fast-fading trail. Edited by Dorian Ves'enthe, Jan 8 2011, 09:55 PM.
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| Veradisia Addair | Mar 22 2011, 12:08 AM Post #9 |
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Oh how she tried, tried her very hardest to remain strong, to remain firm in her decision as her steps took her farther and farther from Dorian. She wanted nothing more than to run, run from Lasymor, from the Ruby Square, to return home and never think of him again. But it was useless. She hardly made it to the streets of Siaraia before ducking into an alley, falling hard against the cool stone wall and breaking down. It was not often Vera did this, not often her emotions reigned over her actions. But now, in these moments, it was impossible to stop the flow of crimson down her ivory cheeks. It stained her skin, stained her lavender dress, and dripped through her slender fingers as she held her face in her hands. Why? Why did it matter so much. This Dorian should be of no importance, last night should be of no consequence, just another escapade, another time out on the town. Just another notch in her bedpost. So why did it feel so important? Why did it feel as though Vera had just lost a bet, or misplaced her favorite possession, or gambled away every cent she owned? It felt...pathetic, it felt childish, it felt...appropriate. Perhaps it was the embarrassment, the sheer humiliation of being used and then found, found by non other than the Queen herself in Dorian's bed. Surely she was seen as just another toy, just another pawn in the game to populate the great city. Veradisia wanted nothing more in that moment than to hold some legitimate importance, to carry some sort of sway in the world; anything to convince herself that some defense could be had. But no, she realized that she was nothing, a vampire born in Siaraia, to a family that held no power, no wealth, no high standard within the city. To the likes of Lasymor, Veradisia was nothing but a bloody speck on their map. What she'd done had been foolish, and as hard as she tried she couldn't push the memories from her mind, couldn't escape Dorian's bedroom though she'd made it to the streets. So distraught was she that she hardly took in the world around her, hardly saw or heard anything, completely succumbed to the humiliation she felt. |
| Dorian Ves'enthe | May 26 2011, 11:38 AM Post #10 |
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The roads were still fairly empty, not many Vampires were out at this hour. It wasn't that they "slept", but rested from their wild other-hours. It meant he had the ability to chase after her ease, but there were still the lingering scents of the other Vamps clouding his way. Dorian cursed under his breath, trying to focus in on her breath-taking smell. The look on her face still lingered in his mind, and it tore at his chest in a way that he hadn't ever felt before. It was like a piece of him was dying. The soft sounds of sobs reached his ears, and the Prince stopped. The alleyway to his right was darker than the rest of the street, and he stood at the cusp of the path, hands braced on his hips. The cool air ran over his bare chest. It was so undignified that he was sure his mother would chastise him for it later, but he would be dammed if he didn't get Vera to at least see his side of things before he left this godforsaken place. Carefully, he sent out a few waves of calming emotions to keep her from bolting at his presence. Dorian crouched down before her and gently kissed her forehead and fingers, the taste of her bloody tears on his lips. It nearly drove him mad, the sweet and seductive way it rolled over his tongue. He licked at his lips and tried to pry her hands from her face so he could get a good look at her. The way she was crouched alone made him feel sick to his stomach, knowing that he caused her such pain only added to his own. It wasn't what he intended at all...he'd been raised a gentleman and wasn't a womanizer like his brothers. "Vera...please. I'm sorry about what happened. I never intended for Mother to come barging in like that, I never meant to lie to you, and I certainly never wanted you to go. Please...come back with me. I know its not right for me to ask that of you, but please..." Yes. He was begging. He wanted her to stay with him, at least for a little while longer. He couldn't just let her walk away. |
| Veradisia Addair | May 30 2011, 01:04 AM Post #11 |
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It was... embarrassing, to be found like this. To be seen as so..weak. Surely it wouldn't help anything between she and Dorian. Though...hadn't she wanted nothing to do with him? Her own thoughts confused her, threw her for a loop time and again before... A sudden calm washed over her, her thoughts were put at ease - ever so slightly, as Dorian turned the corner, as he knelt before her. And for just a moment she looked into his eyes, just a moment she stared through the tears. But just as quickly the pain washed back. Vera was calm, calm as could be but it didn't stop the pain that she couldn't control, truly couldn't understand. It should have been nothing, should have been another night of fun to add to her long list of such encounters. Somehow it wasn't, not at all. Almost...timidly she leaned into him, buried her face in his chest. The tears had stopped, she'd wiped away the blood long before, but still she felt so foolish, so ridiculous. "Why...why does it matter so much?" She whispered, trying to calm her own emotions, trying to make sense of it all. |
| Dorian Ves'enthe | Jul 8 2011, 06:27 PM Post #12 |
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Her words troubled him. Wasn't it obvious, since he had followed her, that he wanted more than just a friendship with her? Vera was a remarkable woman, one that he wasn't going to let slip through his fingers. He sighed and rocked her gently back and forth, trying to find the right words to say, to tell her just how he saw her through his eyes. It wasn't love, that was for sure, but he had feelings for her, ones that kept him captivated by her personality, the way she spoke, how she walked, everything. It wasn't just lust, he knew that...it was something different. He liked her, even after such a short period of time knowing her. "Look, Vera...I know this won't make sense right now. It doesn't even, really, to me. I just...I want you to come back with me. I can't lose you, and I won't let you get away. You know there was something more to it than just fooling around last night. We both know that. I like you, Vera, more than I could say. Please...don't leave just yet. You aren't just another fling, another girl. Not to me." He pulled her face back to look at him, the pain evident in his eyes. The girl that he held in his arms was beautiful, her eyes and hair a stark, but stunning contrast, her figure, though covered in scars, was exquisite to him. Her laughter was sweet, her personality endearing. He was unwilling to admit that she had caught his attention almost instantly, in a complete sense. Vera couldn't just leave him after this...could she? "Please..." Here he was, the Prince, down in the streets, begging this lovely woman to come back with him...if anyone didn't know the story behind what had happened the night before, it would have been a pitiful, if not hilarious story now. And the problem was, it would have gotten back to his mother quickly, making him look weak in her eyes, and that was the last thing he needed right now. |
| Veradisia Addair | Jul 10 2011, 10:54 AM Post #13 |
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And how could she resist that? How could Vera resist the look in his eyes that proved his sincerity? That all but demanded she take his words as truth, relinquish the embarrassment, the rage and the fleeting feeling that she would die if she had to see Indira, if she had to see Dorian again. Veradisia couldn't say no. Not now, not to Dorian when he, one of the great Princes of Siaraia, knelt before her in a dark, dirty alleyway. When the Prince, so powerful and respected, lowered himself to her level, pleaded with no more than a common Vampire such things. Her violet eyes slipped closed, her chest rising and falling in a sigh. For a few moments she sat still and silent, saying nothing, indicating nothing to Dorian. But at least her tears had stopped flowing. A pale, scarred hand lifted to wipe away what was left, leaving the stains of blood streaks down her cheeks. Only once did she nod, lips parting to speak. "All right." She spoke, her voice low, wavering only so. "All right, I will." She said, eyes opening to meet his. It was true, the night before had been something more. It had to be, simply had to, otherwise Vera wouldn't have, couldn't have, reacted quite how she had. Nothing short of something special could have inspired such a reaction in her. Vera did not do this; she did not get upset about such things. It was foolish, and the embarrassment lingered. But she tried to push it away, tried to ignore it as she found herself rising to her feet - as she found herself regaining something akin to composure. With another sigh - to calm herself - she held her hands out to Dorian, offering to help him up. It was the least she could do for the Prince who so easily and so readily knelt before her, pleaded with her in this most drab of places. Somewhat timidly she offered him a small smile and a content expression. Anything to put those moments of weakness behind her. Anything to figure this all out... |
| Dorian Ves'enthe | Oct 1 2011, 09:21 PM Post #14 |
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Prince of the Night
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Instead of hearing the words that were going to absolutely break him, Dorian heard a sweet agreement from Vera. At least she wasn't going to leave him alone...that would have killed him, easily. Right now, she was all that mattered to him, and all that he wanted. Nothing else would suffice, and should anyone try to take her away from him, he was more than willing to kill them, by any means possible. He was a jealous lover, and couldn't stand that thought of someone else having her, especially since she was so dear to him. Little did she know, but she was more than easily capturing his heart with every little move she made. Her hands were held out to him, and the Prince took her pale fingers in his own, easily rising to his feet. She was so sweet, so precious in his eyes...how could he possibly ever let her go? With a small grin, he bent down to kiss her lips. "Please...don't ever think that I don't want you around, or that you are unwelcome in my home. Vera...you are more than welcome and wanted to stay here. I know it's just been one night, but I can't watch you walk away...you are too special of a woman, and I won't let you go." He knew just what he was offering her, knew the consequences of the actions he was making. There was a good chance that his mother, now that his father was dead, would name him successor to the throne. His older brother wasn't doing a good job in his mother's eyes, so that was quickly puttin ghim out of favor. As it was, she was terribly fond of Dorian, and he knew it. If his other brothers knew, they said nothing of it, but their actions around him indicated that nothing was amiss, so he had nothing to fear. For now, his thoughts were focused on the woman before him. Should she say no, he would have placed his heart on the line for nothing, making him all the more vulnerable and fragile in his eyes, nothing more than a child. That wasn't what he wanted her to see, and he tried to shake the feeling off. Perhaps, though, by offering her so much, by letting her see a part of himself that no one ever did, she would see it not as a weakness, but as a strength. It was all he could hope for in this world, and it was all he wanted, for now and eternity, that much he was certain of.[font] Edited by Dorian Ves'enthe, Oct 10 2011, 11:21 PM.
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