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Post by Corban Anastasius on Mar 16, 2006 21:24:39 GMT -5
After some time he tore his lips away, and the second he did he wished he hadn't, feeling as if by pulling away from the kiss he'd just broken the perfection they had undoubtedly achieved. But he didn't move away from her, he refused to have any distance between them than there already was...Although there was no space between them anyway. He pressed his lips to her collar, and slid them steadily, sensually up her neck, before planting a feather-light, teasing kiss just under her lips, so light it barely seemed as if his lips had touched her skin at all. He smirked in thought.
"Funny how things turn out..."
He reminisced to that night he'd met her in his room, they'd been so puzzled that night, unknowing why they were acting so unlike themselves. It seemed obvious to Corban now, everything was pieced together, it all made sense, well it made sense to him, he had no clue whether it would make sense to an outsider, or if it even made sense to Vira.
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Post by Minerva Balzac on Mar 16, 2006 21:41:33 GMT -5
As he kissed her collar bone and her neck, Minerva's breathing become extremely excited and heavy. His lips felt wonderful against her skin, chills running down her spine. She smiled at his words, "Yeah... It is..." she said, her voice barely audiable. She kissed him briefly, absentmindedly wondering if it were even possible to top the perfection they'd just achieved.
She moved her arms around his waist, wraping them rather tightly around him, her body pressing against his even more than it had been already. She spun around, still against him. She backed up toward the bed, a mischievious smile on her face. Away from the wall, she'd lost her sense of securety, holding him even closer to her, if that was even posible.
She knew it was, it was always possible to be closer, but she wasn't ready to fully give herself to him and quickly pushed those thoughts away, kissing him once again. Where she still mortal, her heart would've been pounding in her chest, pounding louder that anyone would think possible. She didn't break this kiss, continuing it out, growing more passionate the longer it carried out.
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Post by Corban Anastasius on Mar 16, 2006 22:01:08 GMT -5
He returned her first kiss without thinking, watching her in silence until that mischevious smile overcame her face. He raised his eyebrow in one of those looks that suggested a quote along the lines of "what are you up to?", but let it pass as her lips were quickly against his once more. He returned her kisses with that same small smile that had been appearing on his face very often lately, matching her passion easily with his own, this kiss didn't last for too long, he pulled away from it sooner than expected, again for seemingly no reason, or maybe he just liked to taunt and tease her, and this was becoming more and more plausible. He kissed her jawline softly, then gently released himself from her grip. Becoming a little aware of the sun that was soon to rise, but then again that was just another excuse to play with her.
"Hate to interrupt this..."
He began, grinning to himself.
"And really, I do. But where am I staying?"
He tried not to burst into any giggle-fits or small laughter, but he was feeling rather giddy and amused, for what reasons he had yet to discern. Maybe it was the mere thought of it, they'd met only a few days ago and already they couldn't go a few minutes without eachother. He wouldn't have believed it if it hadn't happened to him.
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Post by Minerva Balzac on Mar 16, 2006 22:15:10 GMT -5
She gave him a playful glare as he broke the kiss once more, quite enjoying his teasing. As he released himself from her grasp, she felt awkward, momentarilly forgeting she was actually able to stand on her own, stumbling slightly backward but quickly regaining her balance, unable to resist laughing as she did so.
Where is he staying? Her eyes darted briefly to the closet where her coffin lay hidden. Then the thought crossed her mind of laying in bed, him right behind her, his arm wrapped loosly around her stomach. She quite liked the prospect of him laying right behind her. She didn't suggest this, though, not wanting to sound too clingy to him. Instead she said, "My coffin is in the closet, I'll get it out if you'd like." The way she'd said it, though, it was obvious she'd been thinking something else. Her eyes met his, waiting for him to answer.
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Post by Corban Anastasius on Mar 16, 2006 22:23:30 GMT -5
When her eyes searched for his, he looked into hers in an almost obedient manner, then laughed out loud at himself for what would appear to be no apparent reason. But he couldn't help it, all too aware of how he gave into her so easily, he stil wasn't used to it, but rather than be shocked and confused, he instead only found it funny, wondering if he would always act in such a way.
He broke their gaze for a moment to shoot a cursory glance at the bed. He'd had the same thought as her, but was reluctant to admit it. So as he tended to do he simply smiled and shook his head, hiding his original thought behind something more discreet.
"No, I don't want you to go to any trouble."
He sat on the bed, running his fingers in a nervous manner through his hair before continuing in a near-embarrassed mutter.
"If you think you can tolerate me, I'll stay with you in the bed, it's less trouble and this way I don't have to be away from you for so long."
The last part had slipped out accidentally, and he looked mortified at his own words, smiling meekly, looking as if he'd like to very much find something to hide under.
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Post by Minerva Balzac on Mar 16, 2006 22:38:00 GMT -5
Minerva smiled, silently wondering if he'd thought of the same thing she had. Regardless if he had or not, she was greatly relieved he'd refused the coffin. Her eyes never once left him as he sat down on the bed. She smiled, the smallest hint of pink comming to her cheeks as he'd said the last little bit. She sat down next to him, taking his hands in her own. "Of course I can tolerate you," she said. Tolerate was such an understatement, a word that she would've used if the two were near enemies. She loved him, loved him so much, and would acutally enjoy having him beside her as she slept.
She leaned forward, kissing his cheek before whispering in his ear, "I'd very much enjoy having you next to me." She glance over at the clock. 6:49 am. 'Wow, where'd the time get to?' she asked herself, unable to hid a small laugh at just how long they'd spent kissing. She didn't regret it, though, infact, she found herself wishing he still had her pinned against the wall, their bodies pressing together as they kissed passionatly.
(( So, so sorry, but I g2g... I'll try to stay on long enough to reply once more, but I can't promise anything. I will be on tomorrow afternoon though. G'night! ))
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Post by Corban Anastasius on Mar 17, 2006 9:21:21 GMT -5
A smile flickered on his face as she kissed his cheek and whispered in his ear. He followed her gaze to the clock on the wall, examining it dully before kissing her cheek. Getting to his feet, he pulled off his boots and left them against the wall, by the door where they would be out of the way, then searched the room with his eyes, looking for the dagger that had earlier been discarded when he'd attempted to cut open his arms. Finding it eventually, he took it and placed it beside his boots, then sat back onto the bed, behind Vira so he could slip his arms around her middle and playfully pull her down onto the bed beside him when he lay down, the smallest of mischevious smirks upon his face as he whispered childishly to her.
"Boo!"
Grinning inwardly at his own imaturity, he shrugged his shoulders at himself before planting another kiss on Vira's cheek.
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Post by Minerva Balzac on Mar 17, 2006 16:46:45 GMT -5
Her gaze never left him as he placed his things by the door. She smiled as he pulled her down. She gave a quiet 'Aaah!,' pretending to be afraid, the smile never really leaving her face. Shortly after she didn't this, she burst into a giggle-fit.
As the giggle-fit subsided, she turned to face him. Reaching over, she tapped his nose playfully before gently running her hand down his cheek, resting it on his chest and shifting closer to him. She remembered the scars on his chest and her curiousity returned. She didn't say anything, though. The silence was just to perfect.
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Post by Corban Anastasius on Mar 17, 2006 16:54:18 GMT -5
He kept his arms wrapped loosely around her, watching with a raised eyebrow as she began to giggle, however he didn't interrupt it, only watched in amusement. When she tapped his nose he made a mock-move as if to bite her hand, snapping near it but not actually biting it.
He lay back in silence, his eyes not leaving her face once. He pondered idly what her life before becoming a vampire had been like, he always tended to think that of other vampires but never voiced his questions, knowing that it could be a sensitive subject to some. At first he prevented from asking, but curiousity soon overcame him.
"Who were you, before you were a vampire? What was your life like?"
He knew he could have worded it better, but was at a lack of ways to put such a thing.
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Post by Minerva Balzac on Mar 17, 2006 17:23:47 GMT -5
Minerva fell suddenly very silent, the smile fading from her face. Her life... as a mortal. A mild look of shame crossed her face; her mortal life wasn't something she'd been proud of. As she looked back on it, she wondered why she'd ever wanted her life back. She'd been a common slut to put it bluntly. Her family had been thrown into poverty when her father had been killed and her and her sister did what they could to get enough money so they could still survive.
As she thought about this, she wondered just how much she could tell him, where she should start. Finaly deciding she'd better start where the whole terrible ordeal began. "I had been born into a family of nobles. My father was a weathly land owner. He, like all the other men, had to go off and fight in the war. He was killed, and Mother wasn't able to keep everything up. She sold the land so we would have money for food. When that ran out, we were forced out of our home," she sat up as she spoke, "turned into common beggars. My mother, though, had kept her flute. She'd learned to play it when she was a child. She taught my sister and I to dance. During the day, she'd sit in the square by the fountain, playing the flute, while my sister and I danced. I wasn't that bad really. We eventually saved enough money for a house. But then came the day when I got an offer from a man... A hundred golden coins, the equavalent to near $1000 today, for...." she broke off, unable to finish the sentance. "It only started there, and my sister began getting offers as well, though none had been as great a sum as the first one. They knew we needed the money, and they took advantage of us." She fell silent, not entirely sure how Corban would take this news. She hoped he wouldn't hate her for what she'd been. She looked at him once more, her eyes avoiding his face, tears glinting in her eyes once more.
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Post by Corban Anastasius on Mar 17, 2006 17:32:05 GMT -5
He nodded attentively, running his fingers through her hair as she spoke, seeming unphased by her words. He found himself pouting when she'd sat up though, having enjoyed having her in his arms but deciding not to bring any attention to it. He smiled at her when she turned to face him; a warm and comforting expression on his face as he spoke.
"Don't be ashamed. You did what you had to, to survive, to take care of your family. No one can blame you for that."
It might have been his general empathy towards human nature, or maybe everyone would have seen it the way he did. They needed money, and when you're desperate for money you'll take it where you can get it. He watched her in silence now, wondering if she was expecting him to tell her something of himself, as that was what most expected in such conversations.
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Post by Minerva Balzac on Mar 17, 2006 17:47:35 GMT -5
A rush of relief overcame her as he spoke, and she reached up, wipping the tears away, not wanting him to see them. She move closer to him before laying back down, her head on his chest, her left hand near her head on his chest. She fiddled with one of the strings on his hoodie, her mind flashing back to her mortal life Pushing these thoughts away, she closed her eyes, sighing.
Then she grew curious, wondering what he'd been like in his mortal life. She though back to the previous night. She remembered his answer to her when she'd asked why other vampires could possibly find him sickening. '...as a mortal I was a heartless killer...' The words echoed through her mind, remembering the assassin's blade he had planned on using to slash his arms open. She lifted her head from his chest slightly, the pieces fitting together, and turned to face him. "An assassin..." she said softly. "Were you?"
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Post by Corban Anastasius on Mar 17, 2006 17:58:28 GMT -5
He held her tightly, content now that she'd laid back down in his arms, shutting his eyes and savouring the moment. He felt her shift her position, and looked at her in silence as she asked her question. For a long while he said nothing, he'd begun playing with a few strands of her hair, occupying himself with the small movement for a long while before he brought himself to answer.
"Yes...But I've always preferred the term mercenary."
He fell silent then, reluctant to say more but knowing very well if she asked he'd immediatly give in and answer her questions. After all, it was only fair, she'd told him of her life, something that must have been hard for her. Sighing, he began to speak.
"My family was rich. My mother the daughter of some Lord, and my father a common thief. I had a twin brother, who I never was able to stand...In fact, I couldn't stand any of them. But from a young age my grandfather was stupid enough to have me trained in combat by the best warriors he could find..."
He trailed off, but the way he'd abruptly stopped suggested there was much more to the story. Again he'd distracted himself with playing with her hair.
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Post by Minerva Balzac on Mar 17, 2006 18:07:22 GMT -5
She listened as he spoke, enjoying having her hair being played with. As he trailed off, playing with her hair once more, she waited for him to continue. When he didn't, she reluctantly sat up briefly, pulling her hair from his grasp and holding it in a pony tail as she laid back down. She'd told him about her life, and now she wanted to hear about his, the curiosity eating away at her. "So, was your grandfather and as- mercenary as well?"
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Post by Corban Anastasius on Mar 17, 2006 18:19:40 GMT -5
He pouted as her hair was pulled from his grasp, giving her a childish, pleading look for a long while before continuing.
"No, he wasn't. He just wanted me prepared, alot of people wanted his land and I was the one he'd decided would have to defend it."
Shrugging his shoulders, he sighed, mumbling to himself something about selfish old men, before continuing.
"My Sire, the one who turned me, he was a family friend. I don't know if they knew what he was or not. He disregarded me though, until I was around fifteen, then he became rather...Controlling, I liked the attention, my family weren't particularly loving.."
Pausing for a short time to think he slowly went on.
"My grandfather was a businessman, he sold and bought land, rented land. When I was eighteen, I had a conversation with my Sire, and he offered to take me away from there. I liked the idea of the offer, but I didn't take it, instead I ran away myself, and became a mercenary..."
He slipped his arms around her waist and forced her playfully back into his arms.
"My life as a mortal was loveless, friendless, I knew nobody and neither did I want to. I killed to live and enjoyed it. Sometimes my Sire would force me out to meet people, socialise, and the such, for he was the only one I can honestly say I loved as a mortal. I did have a daughter as you know, but she was a result of one of those drunken nights where my Sire had forced me to leave the house."
Sighing, he kissed her cheek, really not wanting to go on but deciding to ask her before he stopped.
"Satisifed?"
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