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Post by MeloraBelikov on Sept 30, 2010 22:03:45 GMT -8
"I can't ask you to stay up and guard me. Maybe we should sleep in shifts?" Melora wondered as someone tapped at the door. "Dammit, what now?" She bounced up from the bed and opened the door to reveal a maid not much younger than herself.
"Would King Gallu and his lady like anything before you fall asleep?" She asked, giving a bow to Melora as she asked. Melora sighed and shook her head, now there was no doubt in her mind that they had assumed she was Azura's....nevermind. She stepped aside from the door and looked at Azura. "Want anything?"
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Post by AzuraGallu on Sept 30, 2010 23:05:59 GMT -8
"A woman!" Azura called, raising a hand as if calling for a waiter. After a short pause he lifted himself up onto his elbow, looking at the both of them. "Seriously. I wasn't joking. But I suppose if you don't have any I'll just take blood. Though ti won't be nearly as fun getting it."
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Post by MeloraBelikov on Sept 30, 2010 23:14:36 GMT -8
"Yes, some blood would be nice if you would please." With that, Melora closed the door. She was annoyed with Azura's comment, not for any good reason, but simply because she had every right as a woman to be. She sat back on the bed and sank into it, relaxing a bit before letting loose a sigh. "Ass."
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Post by Christopher Saunders on Oct 1, 2010 15:10:31 GMT -8
The battle raged until noon, meaning the windows had been sealed to block out the harsh sunlight, and leaving most vampires cranky by the timing as well. Christopher had sagged loosely in his chair, darker patches seeming as though they were permanently embedded into his flesh.
Perenelle was growing anxious, seeing his face darken, pupils taking over his iris. It was clear the Prince was growing hungry, his patience for the accusations wearing unusually thin. She started to open her mouth, to take a step forward, but he was already speaking again, his voice that of his Grandfather’s. That was when the Saunders’ line had been cruel. Though it was near a thousand years ago, many Moroi still remembered the brutality that the ruler had displayed.
“Enough. We will break Council and speak again tomorrow.” He spoke, voice low.
“You can’t just-”
Christopher growled, just wanting Serena back and some sort of explanation.
“I can do whatever I please when this comes down to it, who is in charge here?”
“M’Lord.” Perenelle stopped him before he could snap further. “Please.”
The Council broke, some dispatching to stay nearby, some at the Citadel itself, and some still to clamber off into time groups, consulting one another of the behavior of the Boy Lord.
“You need blood.” She helped him, up, hand touching his forehead. “And you’re running a fever, do you do that often?”
No reply, he just turned and started for the door. The fact was, he did, but only when a certain somebody was around. Serena was hiding, he knew it, and wherever her choice in places was wouldn't be far from him.
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Post by AzuraGallu on Oct 1, 2010 21:00:44 GMT -8
Azura laughed quietly. "What Jealous? I would have shared, you know. I've been told I'm a bit peckish when it comes to feeding from a live source--Especially a female." He closed his eyes again, trying to stave off the wave of sleep that'd just come over him. He was weakening with the strain of staying up for so long, but knew he had to do it. He could stay up for days on end, but with the added stress that looking after Melora brought him, he wasn't sure he could manage that.
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Post by MeloraBelikov on Oct 3, 2010 21:19:24 GMT -8
"You can't possibly stay awake to watch me, I can tell." Melora cocked a hip to the side, watching him as he seemed to let his attention slip. "At this rate we'll be no good to anybody, so we ought to just rest. I don't trust it, but..." She made her way to the bed once more, sitting on it and bouncing a little to test how plush it was. "But we need to sleep. I don't mind sleeping in the bed with you, seeing as you're too tired to even make a move on me."
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Post by AzuraGallu on Oct 3, 2010 21:23:43 GMT -8
A smile tugged on the corner of his lips while a quiet chuckle caused his chest to rumble in amusement. "Then you seriously underestimate me, woman. But you're correct for the most part, though after I get some blood in me I'll be good for another few hours. I'm literally starving."
Impatient as ever, he propped himself up again, staring at the door as if willing it to open and a meal to waltz right on through. If it didn't get here in a timely fashion, he'd be forced to go hunting for his own.
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Post by MeloraBelikov on Oct 3, 2010 21:28:07 GMT -8
No sooner had he said it than the maid came back, this time not bothering to knock before opening the door, which was fine by Melora, it might keep Azura from making a move on her if he had to be on his toes about who might walk into the room. She set up a tray with two cups of blood and an elegant looking decanter, which contained more of the same. She bowed before exiting the room again, silent as if she had interrupted a conversation.
Melora got up and filled Azura's glass before handing it off to him and filling her own with a small amount, knowing she'd have to bear it, but still not necessarily sold on the idea of drinking blood.
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Post by AzuraGallu on Oct 3, 2010 21:34:33 GMT -8
Azura downed his in less than a second, reaching for the finely made container in front of him as his eyes dilated into thin slits, much like a cat. He didn't bother with propriety, or even that at the moment he looked to be one of the real, frightening, blood-sucking monsters from the overrated horror films humans so loved to waste their short lives on.
Tipping the decanter bottom-up, he gulped down four or five whole mouth fulls and pulled away, somewhat forcibly as he knew he had to leave some for Melora. It wasn't enough, and he knew he'd have to go out sometime in the next 24 hours and drain something sizable.
He said nothing as his eyes assessed her delicacy as she drank and nearly snorted at the idea, tongue darting out to catch a small rivulet of blood that'd escaped his mouth.
"Rule one, Melora," he said roughly, eyes fixed on container once more, "take what you can get, when you can get it; especially when it comes to blood."
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Post by MeloraBelikov on Oct 3, 2010 21:40:30 GMT -8
Melora sighed after finishing her drink, annoyed and disgusted at the fact that she was actually growing to find the taste enjoyable. Setting the glass down on the tray she went back to the bed and began to pull her shirt over her head. She ignored what Azura told her, initially writing it off as just some vampire blah dee blah bullshit before realizing that it was true. Still, Melora was having a hard time coming to terms with her new diet plan, so she opted to change the subject. "Will you be getting ready for bed?"
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Post by AzuraGallu on Oct 3, 2010 21:42:43 GMT -8
His eyes slid over to her again. "Not until you finish," he said, nodding toward the left over blood. "You'll get sick if you don't eat enough."
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Post by MeloraBelikov on Oct 3, 2010 21:48:17 GMT -8
She raised an eyebrow at him, half naked and all. "If I finish that you'll go to bed?" She waited for him to nod before walking back to the tray, picking up the remaining bit, and putting the container to her lips. Melora gave him one more assessing glance before finishing the rest of it, shivering as she did, reminding herself of the source. "There. All done." She placed the empty container back on the tray before slumping her shoulders and dragging her feet all the way back across the room, feeling sick not because she hadn't drank enough, but instead because she couldn't stop thinking about what she'd been drinking.
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Post by AzuraGallu on Oct 3, 2010 21:52:18 GMT -8
He couldn't help but notice her countenance as she finished undressing to slip herself beneath the covers. "What's wrong?" he asked, rising to his feet to rid himself of his jacket and began unbuttoning his dress shirt.
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Post by Christopher Saunders on Oct 3, 2010 21:56:40 GMT -8
Christopher had scared the living shit out of three maids when he’d caught Perenelle with tears in his eyes, and acted as though he needed a hug, before biting her accidentally. She’d gotten him to release, and placed bandages over her neck, while calling for blood which was served in a similar way Melora and Azura’s had, though Christopher’s was embellished with various gemstones, a relic of the past. He now lay on the couch in the antechamber to his bedroom, slung over a couch and staring at the sparkly shinies up in the chandelier. Apparently that bit of vampire blood had made him just a smidgen bit loopy...
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Post by MeloraBelikov on Oct 3, 2010 21:57:13 GMT -8
"I'm just not feeling well." She shrugged off his question while slipping out of her pants, all the while looking for pajamas of some sort. There weren't any, so Melora gave up, resigning herself to the fact that she'd be sleeping next to Azura without any clothing on. Having seen her naked was one thing, but if she happened to rub up against him, her bare skin on his....she shivered at the idea, or possibly from the cold of the room, she couldn't tell which.
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