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Post by Rima Elaine Donavon on Jul 7, 2010 23:40:39 GMT -8
“No, sadly you’re the first I’ve ever eviscerated.” She sighed, looking toward the sky for a brief moment. “And yes. Leonardo di Vinci, Michelangelo, and Raphael were all acquaintances, not friends. Leonardo tended to be a friendly sort, but art was his life. Michelangelo was… closed off usually, with the acceptation of talk of art, and Raphael was one for his medium as well. Though each tended to fawn, even when I was twice their age… They didn’t know it though.” She nodded to herself, having spoken of the famous artists as though they were the normal, everyday, modern men you’d see on the street.
A humorless smile came to her lips. “That’s understandable; most people are weary of attackers from any situation.” She finished off the glass and positioned it neatly back on the desk. A pained look had come to her eyes at having to define herself in such a way, but it was the truth. She had gone after him, even if she hadn't been in her right mind.
Rima inhaled, catching traces of the human fear-scent: perspiration. “You’re nervous.” She stated bluntly. “If you’re honestly that uncomfortable, don’t let me tether you here.”
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Post by AzuraGallu on Jul 8, 2010 22:02:31 GMT -8
Azura quickly left the room, taking up a swift gait to catch up with Melora. She couldn't get very far in her panicked and injured state, and thus he found her hobbling along the tiled hallway all by herself.
"Hey, you." he began, plastering his face with what he hoped was an amiable smile when all he wanted to do was slap her and tell her to get a hold of herself.
Everyone's emotions had been running high, and still were, and he felt now that it was his obligation to smooth everything over.
"Don't get upset with Anshel. He's had just about as rough a time as you have. Besides, putting you in a body cast wasn't his idea alone."
He spoke so as he came up along side her, matching her huffy stride easily with his longer gait, golden eyes peering down at her with an interesting mix of scorn and concern.
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Post by MeloraBelikov on Jul 8, 2010 23:09:55 GMT -8
She stopped in the middle of the hall and looked up at him, green eyes sparkling in the dimly lit hallway.
"I think I've lost my way to the room they've given me. I should probably change my clothes." She stated it plainly, hoping to change the subject. No dice. Putting her hand against the wall, she leaned there, giving a small sigh before continuing.
"Azura...I'm not lying. I've never been a liar. I've been everything in this world, an orphan, a cruel badass, a socialite, a business woman....and being a hunter has taken me everywhere in between. But I have NEVER been a liar. Being called out like that just made me so..." at this point, she could only make a noise to describe how she felt. It was an annoyed half squeak, half growl, and entirely odd.
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Post by AzuraGallu on Jul 8, 2010 23:16:40 GMT -8
Azura nodded, taking her by the elbow and leading her to her designated room.
"I don't think he meant to call you an actual liar, Melora. I think he was just trying to have fun. I feel bad for him."
He sighed, closing his eyes for a moment as they walked down the hall, his boots giving muffled, timed clacks against the hard surface of the floor.
He cringed at the sound of her keening wail, too loud and shrill for his sensitive ears to put up with. To stifle it, he promptly shot a hand to cover her mouth, appendage clamping and sealing off the offensive noise.
"Never. Do. That. Again."
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Post by MeloraBelikov on Jul 8, 2010 23:49:46 GMT -8
A laugh escaped from her lips. A small one, but still a laugh. Poor Azura couldn't handle her squeaking. She'd have to remember that. Almost all of her anger and frustration melted with it. "Do you think maybe you can help me find something that fits me? This dress is a little....big. And blood stained. Also, if I stay here for the rest of the day do you think I'll be safe?" Melora had begun to feel tired, especially since she hadn't fully recovered, not even by a long shot. But she couldn't sleep now that she was unsure of how safe it was.
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Post by AzuraGallu on Jul 9, 2010 0:00:30 GMT -8
Dropping his hand, he settled for placing it at his hip, giving her a critical look while sifting his weight to one foot.
"We could probably find you something."
He didn't address the later part of her question, still thinking on it, but knowing what he'd have to do. There was really no other place she'd be safer other than with him or Anshel, and she was pissed at Anshel for the moment.
"Follow me," he said a bit tightly, clearing his throat as he walked down the hall, stopping to knock at a door. It opened, and a few rushed words of Turkish were spoken; a few sheepish looks exchanged before he was handed a garment.
He walked back over to Melora, holding it out for her. "You should that Aisling later. I figured she was about your size, maybe a little bigger, but it should do and not look like," He pointed a ringed finger, expression looking upon the massive dress with a level of distaste that made it seem as if he'd just swallowed a bug, "that."
Letting out a breath, he'd come to his decision, having had enough time to mull over the reality of it. "You stay with me, I guess."
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Post by MeloraBelikov on Jul 9, 2010 23:03:52 GMT -8
She shifted, considering the offer. Immediately her memory jumped back to the kiss they'd shared, and she shifted to the other foot, attempting to make herself comfortable with the idea. Azura was just plain sexy, and spending a night in his room should have been exactly what she wanted, but it was likely they wouldn't be able to get in any quality time with Anshel hovering over her and her demon thing. Speaking of demons, Melora wasn't interested in hearing any commentary on her sex life either. With a reserved sigh she nodded, taking the clothes from Azura and tucking them under her right arm, careful not to bleed on them. "That would be fine." Her voice was cool and collected, but thoughts, terrible ones, raced through her mind. But really, they'd all just been through their own personal ideas of hell, each and every one of them. Here and now was not the time or place. Too bad, anyway.
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Post by AzuraGallu on Jul 10, 2010 21:45:33 GMT -8
Azura began to walk, taking Melora's arm and tugging her gently along with him. He realized he was handling her bad arm and gently turned it over to look at the wounds.
She was still bleeding a decent amount. Silently cursing himself that he hadn't gotten a better hold of her when he'd applied pressure to them in the first place.
Carefully, fingers chilled with the absence of heat radiating from him body, he curled his thumb and forefinger around the affected area, placing his middle finger around the puncture farthest down her wrist.
"Sorry, but this shouldn't keep bleeding, especially in a house full of vampires."
As if the thought seemed to have a life of its own within his head, he led his opposite fingers to his mouth, his tongue wetting them before he placed them also on her arm.
They slid up her skin easily, picking up the traces of blood along her skin along with some of the fresh beads that'd managed to escape.
He eyed her for a moment after he was done with the two bloody trails, slipping the fingers back into his mouth to taste her blood, which he thought he'd gotten enough of back at the mansion.
Apparently not.
He savored the flavor a bit more carefully this time, drawing it out as his tongue laved the grooves of his fingers to coax out the residue left over. Then as they walked, he happened upon Anshel, and slid the finger from his mouth, catching it slightly on his lower lip before lowering his hand all together.
"Should we all stay together tonight?" He managed, voice a little husky and laden with the desire for more blood.
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Post by Doctor on Jul 10, 2010 22:18:04 GMT -8
Anshel departed Rima's room with the haste of a man running from his feelings. The revelations had been disabling and the air between them had grown muggy from his inability to respond. And so, Anshel did what any man would have done in that situation; he hauled his ass out of there.
The refreshment of walking the halls and finally being able to breathe again was short lived, however, because he stumbled upon Azura laving his fingers in a manner that was, quite frankly, intensely pornographic.
He cursed the powers at large. Why had they chosen this moment of all moments to keep him keenly aware of his responsibilities? Azura had used that husky, inviting tone men like them used when consciously or unconsciously implying... things of a certain nature. That had certainly been a loaded suggestion.
Determined to not sway from his duties, Anshel recollected the control he'd been slowly establishing since that unfortunate incident at the hospital and made his tone clear: There were grave concerns that needed attending to and no yearnings of a carnal nature would distract him from that fact.
"If Melora's account is true," he began, this time stating the contingency simply and with no trace of condescension, "We need to thoroughly search the premises. The sun has been up for quite some time, Mr. Belikov couldn't have left here. And, yes. Melora cannot be alone and two guards are better than one."
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Post by AzuraGallu on Jul 10, 2010 22:28:36 GMT -8
Azura smiled, his eyes narrowing and brightening at Anshel's easy acceptance of his plan. He'd much rather have had the judge there with him than just he and Melora alone. God knew what would happen if that were the case.
While he most certainly wanted to have her, he was gently reminded that every time he looked at her, she was possessed by a demon, and of all things to make Azura feel awkward, that was one of them.
Having sex with a fetus demon-infested woman did not sound fun, exciting, liberating or sanitary in the least; though he'd still grant himself the liberty of touching her inappropriately once in a while.
At least with Anshel he could feel a bit normal, though he was still wary of the man's attitude since their last encounter.
"I believe her," he continued, looking down the expanse of floor to another wing of the house. "I can almost smell him," he passed a decidedly irritated look to Melora, "among other things."
Turning his attention back to Anshel, he used his freehand to sweep a few stray hairs from his eyes. "Should we check it out for ourselves, or leave my clan to it?" If he were honest, he'd say that he felt much better checking on his own, being that he was the only one who really knew what to look for, aside from Melora who was half scared out of her sanity anyway.
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Post by Doctor on Jul 10, 2010 22:56:02 GMT -8
Anshel hid a snicker behind his hand. Had he believed Melora possessed the intention to actually sleep with Azura, he would have felt sorry for her. He'd grown accustomed to the smell of brimstone, but who else would stand to be intimate with such a foul odor? It was comeuppance perhaps for the sin of cock-teasing, and it would be a just sentence in his opinion.
"We'll accompany your people in the search," he responded. "Can we provide a detail for Melora until we finish so she can finally rest and..." Anshel eyed her head-to-toe only to release a pronounced gag at the offensive ensemble before looking away. "And for the Devil's sake get her into something decent." He chanced a second glance at the ill-fitting monstrosity and shivered.
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Post by AzuraGallu on Jul 10, 2010 23:24:08 GMT -8
Azura laughed, nearly having to hold his sides. "I nearly said the very same thing. We can drop her off with a few of the women just ahead." he gave a slight nod and plucked the clothing out from under Melora's arm.
"We have a change for her, and I'm sure they'd be willing to help her dress."
His fingers still held pressure to the wound, but he let up for a moment to look at it, making a pleased sound in the back of his throat as he let his fingers leave her fully.
"And she's stopped bleeding, so they'll be less likely to make a snack out of her."
He led her happily to a large room with several couches, all of which were occupied. After a brief conversation, he left Melora in their care, crossing his fingers against her escaping again, and took off at a leisurely pace down the hall, eager to spend time with Anshel without either of them having to worry about foul-mouthed huntresses or prissy vampire hags.
"I'm glad to be rid of her," he mused while passing a wall of tightly shuttered windows, his steps avoiding a small chinc in the slats. "She's been giving me the 'do me' eyes."
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Post by Doctor on Jul 10, 2010 23:50:28 GMT -8
Anshel snorted. As if he didn't know already. Melora was a good actress, but he suspected seduction hadn't been part of her study. Her ability to mask her lust was on par with her ability to not trip over her own feet. Or nothingness, as was the usual suspect.
"Yes, well, young girls." Anshel started. "You know how they are. Playing with danger, testing their feminine allures, it's a normal response to vampires and royalty. Practically magnetic. You happen to be both, so really you're like this relentless void of sexual intrigue that light and matter and girls with something to prove can't help but get sucked into." Anshel was rambling mindlessly now, focusing on sweeping the rooms with senses as tuned as he could get them. Talking helped him think.
"Do you mind it? I know you've had her on your pimp-list for some time, but I want to make sure you're not feeling harassed." Their previous drama was still fresh, and Anshel felt compelled to fulfill his professional responsibilities towards Azura. If their friendship was irreparably damaged, he would at least be able to say they were comfortable with each other as authorities.
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Post by MeloraBelikov on Jul 11, 2010 0:02:23 GMT -8
The women wasted no time dressing her, wanting her out of their hair as soon as possible, each of them having been filled in on her previous...outburst. Finally she was in clothes that at least somewhat fit, they were only a little loose on her. Melora was thankful for that. After thanking the ladies, she took to the hall, gun in hand. If anyone was going to find that fucker it would be her. She needed this dealt with now, even if it meant her death in her weak state. She could always find him in hell to settle the score again.
After roaming the halls for some time, she turned a corner, gun outstretched and aimed, ready to shoot. Something caught her eye and her grip on the trigger tightened. At the end of the long hall was just Azura and Anshel. Melora lowered her gun and released the breath she'd been holding. Thank God she hadn't shot either of them. That would be embarrassing.
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Post by AzuraGallu on Jul 11, 2010 0:19:06 GMT -8
Azura's smile didn't fade. In fact, it became a little more cheeky as Anshel described the situation at hand.
"I do not feel harassed in the slightest. In fact, she should probably be lodging that complaint against me, but they way she looks at me sometimes is a little unnerving. I don't really like being studied in that fashion when I'm pretty positive nothing is going to come from it."
He looked toward the ceiling, lips twitching in amusement. "She's too absorbed in her own frightened line of thinking to merit anything fun between us, and now she has that demon. It's very offensive to my nose, though I haven't said anything about it."
Lowering his chin, he snorted. "She's such a goddamn cock tease."
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