We Could Be Villains
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- Posted: Mon, 28 Jan 2013 02:49:29 +0000
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Sleep came in a vision of beauty,
She hovered over my bed;
She had her holy way with me,
And made me c** like the clergy -
She led me through a cluttered gallery,
Took me by the hand and she said,
"Come here boy, stick your head between my legs
and start praying."
Some say the serpent was the one guilty of seducing Eve - The very being capable of tempting the naïve girl to partake in the lord’s forbidden fruit. Maybe that was why the Fae’s aura resembled such things, with obsidian tendrils sprouting from a malignant core, breaking off in stalks that only ended where countless hissing faces began. Fit to function as the locks of a fabled Gorgon, these snapping, snarling entities remained invisible to those without the Auspex to see such things. Such was common in this dimension, where creatures remained limited by their lack of true sight; defined by what sat before them, rather than what hovered just beyond the veil. So the majority of the room would just see Chance Arden, in all her six feet of glory, seated content as the Cheshire cat might. All smirks and smiles, casting silent judgments of the scene without indicating a hint of distaste.
If anything, one would think she seemed pleased.
Eneru offered introductions before the blond had time to do so herself, and while it seemed underwhelming, it would have to do. “Pleasure.” Chance replied as the other woman slipped away to tend to the bar, tapping her finger tips lightly against the lacquered counter. It was for the best the Succubus distance herself from the well-known monster, lest Chance’s temper get the best of her. The other woman in such a scenario was often disposed of via gnashing onyx teeth, if only to ease whatever slights the Fae may or may not have felt. Tonight hadn’t been an evening to brood, but instead the sort of celebration one made for themselves when they felt they had achieved a small victory. A time for drinks and merriment, even for the vile and wicked.
A gaze similar to the deep Atlantic shifted back to the Incubus, with steely blues and shifting greys all casting an otherworldly light towards the male, and Chance asked, “Did I say something wrong?” But it was assured they both understood just how vibrant and intimidating the blond could be. What attractiveness or charisma was exuded from her bombshell figure was often only enough to draw in the willing, while the tortured and sinister nature of the beast was well enough to repel unwanted company. Such was the cycle of bar life, and so had the two been shuffling through countless doors for countless years to experience similar situations. Like being caught in the famed Bermuda triangle, it was like time looped and only offered the same uninteresting responses from the pawns in their stead.
Laughable sometimes, but often rather disappointing. Did no one have a backbone anymore?
No matter, the scantily clad figure rose from her perch and closed the gap between herself and her once mate with a sashay of hips. Letting him do as he pleased, the Fae settled in once more at Eneru’s side, with her digits again finding the bar top so they could continue drumming at its face. “But I suppose you’d rather us speak in semi-private?” Chance cocked her head to one side with the question, as if genuinely curious, though was more than likely doing so to study his features more closely. Even with his image embedded in those fearsome memory banks, she still appreciated the way his movements and actions, regardless how small, brought to life his visage. He was her Apollo, shining similar to the stars in the sky, save the fact they were inhabiting some Barbie doll dreamhouse. Didn’t matter though, at least not to the leggy blond, because she had been his company in far less savory places. At least this bar wasn’t swarming with Nekos.
“Been keeping tabs on you, in case you hadn’t figured that out.” Breaking contact with the mauve haired gentleman, the strange beast sent out a slow scan of the current inhabitants. “Even peeked through the shadows at you a time or two. I figured you were either doing better for yourself…” A pause came before Chance continued, “Or far worse. Though, I am starting to question whether you took our parting as something permanent, or if you’ve been holding out, just in case.”
The earth stood still,
And the air fell ill,
And the sky bled acid rain for days.
Suckled, sincere, and crystal clear
Like the sound of falling dirt upon
The lid of my coffin.
And the air fell ill,
And the sky bled acid rain for days.
Suckled, sincere, and crystal clear
Like the sound of falling dirt upon
The lid of my coffin.