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Post by AzuraGallu on Aug 16, 2010 20:21:07 GMT -8
Azura smiled to himself when he'd heard the result of her discovering her state of undress, chuckle actually bubbling up out of his throat when later he'd heard the cursing to accompany it. Well, at least she was still retardedly bashful.
He walked out of the bathroom when she'd come through his door, raising a brow at her question. "The day you finally attempt to kill me for being such a pervert?" he asked, a little amused, but at the same turn also not putting it past her to do or think of such a plan. She was by no means tactful.
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Post by MeloraBelikov on Aug 16, 2010 20:28:22 GMT -8
"Hilarious." She said thickly, pointing at him. "You're fucking funny." Melora crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow at him. "I can beat the ever living out of you for that later. Or perhaps you'll just see it again." She giggled, loving to tease him. Everytime she said something like that, he always acted so surprised. "Today is the day Vetis goes to do something else with her time. I just have two more hours to wait."
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Post by AzuraGallu on Aug 16, 2010 20:32:06 GMT -8
Azura's face broke into a smile. "You mean you won't smell anymore?!" He was far more excited than she probably thought he'd be. "Thank GOD! I can barely stand being in the same room as you, though I have to say I think my nose has gotten numb from the constant exposure. But yes, that's fantastic news." He beamed over to her, busying himself with a small gold band under his shirt before turning on her again, same smile plastered to his face.
"Should we go get Christopher?" Apparently that bit of news just made his day. He was all smiles.
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Post by MeloraBelikov on Aug 16, 2010 20:35:47 GMT -8
Melora sighed and walked over to him, adjusting the gold band he had been messing with until it sat properly. "And here I was thinking you wouldn't mention it. Seeing as you speak so loudly when you walked these halls on our last visit, I didn't miss your opinion on it. But I thought you more polite than that." A smile spread across her face, indicating that she was joking. "But just in case you won't miss her enough, Vetis and I will be next to you for the next two hours. Just so you can take in that smell." Oh Melora, she could be so cruel sometimes.
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Post by AzuraGallu on Aug 16, 2010 20:42:00 GMT -8
"The suffering is well worth the wait for the result," he said wisely before shooing her busily off of him and opening the door, dragging her out with him. He was man-handling her, but eh, no one around the castle cared. He could do what he wanted with here, even out here in the open hallway....
He shook his head. regardless, no one would ask any questions about it, but it wasn't going to happen, at least not today...or within the next two hours. Hell, kissing her was a chore with that freaky sulfur-smelling demon inside of her.
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Post by Christopher Saunders on Aug 16, 2010 20:43:56 GMT -8
Christopher yawned, up and awake an hour ahead of the others, trying to retain to his own schedule. His hair was styled simply, neat, but professional. True to his style, he’d taken some time to put aside a new suit. This one was a charcoal black, red undershirt, with a tie with golden threads running diagonal through it.
Blinking, he took a swallow of the bloody coffee in his mug, courtesy of the Gallian kitchen. Normally, he was by no means a coffee person, but the wine was hidden away from view… for now. It was a shame he couldn’t find it.
He shifted the suit sleeve up with his pinkie finger, gazing over his watch. Hmm, five minutes, he figured Azura and Melora would both be ready, he was guessing anyway, unless the pair decided to cancel their appointments… Chris chuckled to himself. That seemed like a very real possibility.
In any case, he found it worked better to just start scaling the stairs now. Thinking, a small pang hit his heart. Melora and Azura. He should be with Serena. It was hell for the Moroi now, and here he was romping about like some child with these people. But taking into consideration that somebody was hunting him… This was best if he didn’t want to die.
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Post by MeloraBelikov on Aug 16, 2010 20:52:26 GMT -8
Melora tried to pull herself away, but gave up. She rather enjoyed it when Azura was in control anyway, but being led into the hallway was a bit much. Hell, Azura was on his own turf, he could fuck her in the hallway and no one would bat an eyelash. Word had gotten around about her becoming a vampire, turned by their king's teeth, and no one even dared breathe a word about it. "How about a kiss to celebrate when she's gone?" Melora teased. Vetis hadn't said anything to her in the past couple of days, and Melora knew it was because the demon's power in her was fading. This fact comforted Melora, she was finally free to be herself without constant teasing from the demon, the only person who would tease her now would be Azura. And she would of course reciprocate.
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Post by AzuraGallu on Aug 16, 2010 20:58:24 GMT -8
"If you're good," he teased, looking back at her with a smile. He really enjoyed Melora's company, and it was more than just the mild sexual attraction he felt toward her. She's proven herself to be a very worthy friend, one that wasn't quick to anger or slow to happiness. She also had kept his trust, something that he was finding was harder and harder to come by recently, and the wounds he'd only just received the night previous still stung with the truth of it.
A familiar scent lulled him from his thoughts as he paused, head turning toward the stairwell. Did he somehow get turned around in his own castle to forget that this was the stair they were supposed to take? Anshel had a firmer grip on him than he'd realized.
"Morning!" Azura called from above Christopher's head, leaning over the wooden banister at the very top.
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Post by Christopher Saunders on Aug 16, 2010 21:17:43 GMT -8
Christopher shook his head, ears ringing. Azura's voice really echoed in the stairwell, which wasn't good when you had vampire hearing. "How are you both, this fine morning?" He stepped up onto the the floor, glancing over Azura absentmindedly. His eyes came to the vampiress, and his heart squeezed painfully. The exact clothing his Serena wore, the exact same clothing all his female secretaries, cooks, healers, help in general wore. More homesickness.
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Post by MeloraBelikov on Aug 16, 2010 21:25:08 GMT -8
Melora watched the young vampire eye her, unable to tear his eyes away, it seemed. "Um, Chris. Typically when you eye a woman, you should take care to make sure she doesn't catch you doing so." She cocked her hip to the side and watched him before glancing at Azura to gauge his reaction to Melora calling Chris out. He had noticed the look, that much she was sure of. Would he play protective or let it go? Melora was very interested to know.
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Post by AzuraGallu on Aug 16, 2010 21:28:05 GMT -8
"She has a point," he said with a smile, placing his arm over Melora's shoulders. He would have drop kicked Christopher had he not already known the boy's heart lay elsewhere, with a very pissy, irritating, slip of a woman. "Instead of sitting around here all day, want to come with us to go find Anshel? His scent hasn't faded yet." That much was most certainly true. As he and Melora passed the room the demon had occupied previously, he'd caught quite a whiff of the once welcome scent. It was irritating, but comforting at the same time, much like his brother.
No. He had to stop comparing the two. Sure, they might have been similar, and Anshel had done much of the same move in betrayal, but Anshel was so much better than that.
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Post by Christopher Saunders on Aug 16, 2010 21:36:56 GMT -8
Christopher shook his head, huffing a sigh, before a sad smile found its way to his lips, just enough to flash some fang. "I'm not moving in on you." He addressed Melora. "And Azura knows why." He sighed once more. "You just had to pick the one outfit my employees wear, didn't you?"
Shaking his head to himself, his shoulders rose and fell. "Sure. I have nothing to do besides sit around like an idiot."
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Post by Doctor on Aug 16, 2010 21:46:02 GMT -8
Anshel walked up to the familiar entrance of the stronghold, gently rapping his knuckles against the door. It was a far more civilized entrance than the one he'd made before. At least this time he was clothed and looking human, so that had to count for something.
The wait was trying his patience. He didn't want to be here, the prior confrontation still hot under his skin, but Anshel could not be deterred from an order from the Morning Star himself. Melora's possession was to be terminated soon, a task that was gleefully thrust upon him.
"You got her into this contract," the Devil reasoned. "It's only right the deed comes full circle like this, don't you think?"
He glowered.
Finally, a response came from inside the castle.
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Post by AzuraGallu on Aug 16, 2010 22:05:34 GMT -8
Azura's ears caught the faint sounds of voices from the lower front entrance to the castle, and ground his teeth. Were they ever going to tell him who was at the fucking door before they just blithely let any random usurper inside his home? Again, he though to himself, some firing needed to be done.
Sensing the urgency in the tone of one of his men, he broke into a slight jog down the stairs and the long hall following through into the entrance way, getting a stranger sense of deja vu from yesterday. Even stranger was when his eyes met Anshel's.
He was just standing there, normal and handsome as ever, acting as if he were here on business and nothing emotionally epic had happened the night previous. The rat fink.
"Why are you here?"
Sure, it wasn't the most Kingly of greetings, but Azura wasn't the most kingly of vampires.
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Post by Christopher Saunders on Aug 16, 2010 22:11:53 GMT -8
Christopher grumbled, not waiting for Melora before he bolted down the stairs after Azura, remaining about six feet behind him. Thank god for Vampire balance, or that damn coffee would be spilled all over this suit... It was French for crying out loud! Suits costed money to have another tailored for him. He loved his suits. The one thing Chris had never been able to understand was why people called them monkey suits. For crying out loud, what was monkey about them?!
Oh, that was why Azura had been in a hurry. Anshel, the demon, killer of yesterday was here. His face tightened, and he took a drink of the mixture, letting the edge of his fang click against the mug. Green eyes watched Anshel sharply, almost unsure. He didn't want to chew him out but he didn't agree with what he'd done.
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