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 Posted: Thu Jun 10, 2010 11:39 am
The dark haired lord did not resist the lady's wanting pull. She had correctly deduced that his destination was indeed the balcony. It did have a good night view and a nice breeze.
The lady's touch was warm, as was the rest of her body, and although Thomas did not mention it, her touch was somewhat welcome. He chuckled slightly at her question. It seemed she really thought he lived here. His face moved down closer to hers for a moment as he spoke. "Now, why would you be here, hmm? Do you care for old musty beds?" He moved his face back after speaking. Clearly, he was avoiding an answer to her question.
With his free hand, since his other arm was practically married to Lenore's arm in her grasp, Thomas tucked some of the Lenore's hair that had fallen in front of her ear behind her ear. With all the dust, her person was bound to be dirtied, and he wondered if she would pull her hair out if a ton of dust somehow became tangled in it, or if her blood happened to "accidentally" spill onto the strands of hair.
Dark, old, musty towers were nearly perfect places for accidents without much effort needed. Lenore was not supposed to be in the tower. For that matter, no one was, besides Thomas, and no one in Chronopolis knew he frequented the tower sometimes including his captains.
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Posted: Mon Jun 14, 2010 2:07 pm
The change in conversation had proved rather abrupt, and she eyed him suspiciously behind her "smiles and sunshine" mask of pleasantness. He wasn't up for sharing much at all. She felt like sulking, but brightened measurably at the mention of the bed. Perhaps his mind was already wandering in the direction she wished to herd it towards. That would make her life endlessly easier, but also considerably less fun. In either case, she still simply had to have him.
His close proximity as he spoke made her salivate--the smell of his hair was quite wonderful. And his eyes were bright and alert, dark and enchanting. With an effort, she held her gaze steady until he moved away again. Taking a deep, steadying breath, she answered him in a no more revealing fashion than he had, though a much politer one.
"The tower is sound, I am sure you are aware. It seemed a refuge I could use for a brief respite from my wearying life. Imagine my own perplexity upon finding you roosting here!" She smiled fondly as if sharing a private joke. "And musty old beds can surprise you, I think..." her voice trailed off as he brushed her hair aside. She blushed prettily, a practiced reaction, and coupled the flushing pink on her cheeks with a shy smile.
Murmuring her thanks, she had no idea of the thoughts running through Thomas' apparently enigmatic head. No, she would not pull her hair out under any circumstance; she went to great pains to maintain her golden locks. She would not, however, be a happy camper. If Thomas dared to try her on that....
She looked at Thomas out of the corner of her eye, tracing the contours of his face. The sky above had lightened to a deep indigo as the sun slowly came closer to dawning. Her choice of outfit seemed to match with the heavens above better now than it had while the sky still lay pitchy black. Pretending to look out over the stars, she pulled him just a little closer and gasped, "My but the view is beautiful!"
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Posted: Thu Jun 17, 2010 7:32 pm
Indeed, the tower was structurally sound although it very well could appear otherwise with all the boards and fences on the outward surface. The presence of the dust and cobwebs only helped with that although those were more numerous on the inside of the tower. For the lady to enter the tower readily and obviously not by simply walking through the door seemed to suggest a certain ulterior motive. Perhaps, either she was inexperienced or confident in her abilities.
Thomas made no comment on Lenore’s mention of the tower being sound. It wasn’t necessary, and she could think what she thought as long as she didn’t come to the tower often for obvious reasons…and that could be solved easily. A small smile almost tugged at his mouth at the golden haired lady’s equally dodging answer to his elusive response. Again, the reference to birds. Ironic that he could call upon wings, but he doubted the lady knew that. The slight smile broke through at Lenore’s pink blush.
Alas, the sun would be peeking over in the distance soon. The skies were turning a deep hue of purple from the would be sun and the sky would soon be similar to a fan with a set of cascading colors ranging from light colored yellow and pink to the dark colored purple and blue. Lenore’s sparkling attire shone even more now yet blending in with the tones of the newly lit sky, and as she drew him closer to her, he could see some of the reflections on his skin and dress shirt from the glimmer. As a precaution, he would have to remove her from the balcony lest her sparkles caught the attention of anyone in the city because of the increase in light rays. If she was noticed, there was also a chance that one of the captains could find him as well and become curious about the tower. That wouldn’t do. Without a doubt, the lord preferred the pitch black darkness, which he could still see perfectly fine in without the aid of any light.
“Yes, I suppose musty old beds can if you perchance happen to fall through one,” he commented absentmindedly. “This is a decent one indeed,” the lord added in response to Lenore’s remark of the vast view from the tower balcony. “But the day approaches, and the stars dream.” With an arm around her, he steered her away from the balcony further into the tower and away from the open air. “You are welcome to the musty old bed in that room if you wish.” He motioned to one of the doors, the room with the comfier furniture. Of course, Thomas probably didn't quite share the same idea as Lenore about what each of them wanted to do on a bed at the moment. He didn't intend on resting on the bed.
((Thomas is not constantly filled with thoughts of conveniently making people disappear… Feel free to make up stuff in the rooms.))
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Posted: Wed Jun 30, 2010 4:56 am
Why, ulterior motives were Lenore’s specialty! Though, admittedly, she was rather fond of repeating the same few clandestine intentions.
What an peculiar fellow, he is. she thought as he spoke of falling through beds. Well, it didn’t matter if he was alright in the attic as long as he had something going on in the basement. She let him guide her back inside, mostly because that was where she really wanted to be anyways.
“Ah, but the day has hardly begun!” she said, declining the offer to use the indicated room presumably to sleep, “I am in no need of rest. Just a brief respite, as I said.” She reluctantly left his side; his intoxicating presence was too much to bear so closely without the fresh breeze to moderate it. Lenore itched to charm his pants off (quite literally), but did not want to ruin the challenge. No, she wanted him broken and at her mercy simply by means of her own intelligence, skill, and wit. Magic was essentially cheating to her in this sort of pursuit and she only deigned to use it as a last resort.
Meandering a moment about the room to regain her head which was swimming somewhere between lusting with this fine fellow and rending that succulent flesh from his bones, she stopped to look at the book he’d been reading. Picking it up with a smile, she turned back to look at his handsome features which seemed only to have intensified in attractiveness since she’d left him but a moment before. “This is what you were reading before I… interrupted you, yes? Such dark things to occupy your mind in the late hours of night!” She glanced at the book; she knew it well, having been in the pursuit of any and all information related to the current conflict the humans had with Zion. The thing was pure drivel. It was no wonder her cattle were so easily spooked with stories such as the one with book contained. And this poor stud probably had no idea what the truth was. In her particular case, what the horrifying truth was.
She took a few cautious steps closer to him again, pretending to flip through the pages to explain her slow approach. In truth, she was acclimating herself to his presence. “What interest have you in such things?” She looked up at him and smiled when she was but a few steps away, careful not to show her pointed, poisonous fangs.
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Posted: Wed Jun 30, 2010 2:54 pm
((Interruption time. Time to blow Thomas’s cover. I hereby transfer a fail to Thomas.))
The woman just wouldn’t do what he wished, hmm? She insisted on wandering about the room, and now, she was inquiring about the book on Zion. He responded in an amused tone. “Yes, and what of it? Is there some sort of Chronopolitan law that I’m unaware of which forbids reading this material?” He could humor her for the moment. However, before he could speak further, they were interrupted. He did not notice the fangs in her mouth. Not that he cared.
“Milord, pardon the intrusion. I bring a message from Zion.”
If Thomas was the less impassive type, his eyebrow would have twitched in irritation. He did not turn to face the newcomer, who was masked in human form but was so painfully obviously a demon. “Why would your master send one who cannot even disguise himself properly?” he said evenly. Not to mention that the newcomer had the idiocy to bring the message when someone else was in the tower and mention the message was from Zion. Oh, yes. He certainly had a message to send back to the Zionians about the messenger they had sent. This was, by far, the most pitiful failure of a messenger. They weren’t usually this careless.
The lord looked at Lenore stoically. Of course she would know the newcomer was a demon, though whether or not she could piece together the connection between him and Zion was a different matter. “Interruptions seem to be a plenty today.” And if she did piece together the connection, he could just remedy the inconvenience in a number of ways.
((Feel free to make up the newcomer’s looks and control him. If you want, you can even make up the message because I have no clue what it is.))
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Posted: Fri Jul 02, 2010 12:33 pm
A slight smile played at her lips from his sarcasm. She was about to make a witty retort when they were suddenly no longer alone. Surprised, she watched the exchange with rapt attention, soaking up every detail. How… interesting. Lenore loved to collect little tidbits of information like this. Why, this even seemed relevant to her current research! What a delightful little man!
But for the moment, her attention was temporarily distracted from her dear nightbird. Evidently, her little Thomas had dealings with demons. The one standing before them looked at her with obvious recognition and no small amount of trepidation. Not only was the fellow a poor study at disguises, he also needed to take up classes in subtlety. There wasn’t really a point in hiding herself any longer. Especially with the messenger acting all shifty-eyed.
“Sharun?” she smiled slyly, addressing the messenger, “is that you?” The demon eyed her warily in return, clearly not pleased that she recognized him. A delightful grin slowly found its way onto her face. “If I recall correctly, oh and you know how terrible I am with remembering things, you sold me out to an incubus.” She acted innocent, but her malicious intent was painfully clear. If her lovely new toy, Thomas, hadn’t been about, she might’ve dispatched the fellow right there, but it wouldn’t do to ruin a good lust with bloodshed directly beforehand; she might kill Thomas in the confusion. Sharun decided to play innocent, though was terrible at the role. “Ophir was an Incubus? Why, milady! I swear I did not know!”
“Clearly,” Lenore snapped, irritated beyond belief. “But…” she paused, regaining her composure, “messanging never did suite you. You’ve always been a snitch, though admittedly a rather well-informed one.” She eyed Thomas speculatively, and addressed her next statement to him. “Thomas, dear Thomas, what is it you have gotten your pretty little head in to?” She bit her lip, clearly exposing a fang, and stalked around him in a sinister way
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Posted: Fri Jul 02, 2010 6:59 pm
The messenger was just not up to par at all. Unacceptable. For a moment, the lord of Chronopolis thought about simply sending the messenger’s dead body back to Zion as a response. Surely, the Zionians would realize what that implied.
Thomas showed no evidence that he was surprised, but that was because he was not actually surprised at all. It was somewhat amusing that Lenore and the messenger knew each other, and it made things potentially easier to deal with. He remained silent and made no movement to turn and face Sharun. He could sense the messenger’s uneasiness about Lenore and the whole situation.
He again made no motion to move when Lenore began circling him in that sinister manner and exposed a fang, and when she posed her sarcastic question to him, he did not answer her. Instead, he seemed to order her to stand down. “Lenore, since you seem to adore this messenger, you can maim him after he delivers the message. Now, Sharun, is it? The message. I am curious what could possibly be so urgent that Zion’s leader sent you.” The way the lord phrased his last sentence could be interpreted in a multitude of ways, none of them painting Sharun or Zion in a favorable light in this instance. At this point, he turned around to face Sharun, leaving his back to Lenore, and making direct eye contact with the messenger. “Do begin now.”
Most likely, Sharun did not know who Thomas was. That information was strictly kept secret by a few people at the top of the hierarchy in Zion. Among those was the demon leader. From the looks of it, Lenore had not been privy to information either. Then again, it was a closely guarded secret. If it was let out, there were consequences. So, instead, there was a rumor that led the general population of Zion know that they should not cause trouble in the Chronopolis area.
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Posted: Mon Jul 05, 2010 12:32 pm
Rather affronted at being ignored, she decided to let the slight pass because of how wonderfully interesting this was becoming. Sharun was still alive quite frankly because his information was always good and he was always willing to sell it for the right price, though it was that latter trait which always seemed to get him into trouble. She was quite interested herself in what the little maggot had to relay and stopped her pacing to listen.
At Thomas’ instruction, Sharun seemed suddenly to recall his purpose here and shifted his gaze to some fixed point in the ceiling as he recalled the message. “My master grows…” he paused, looking at Thomas and swallowing audibly, “impatient. He wearies of the game you play. He wished for me to convey his great…” he paused the searching the rafters for an appropriate word, “displeasure, and said he requires more from you.” Having finished his message, he let out a breath, and grinned slightly, revealing why he had volunteered to be the deliverer. “Of course, the circumstances of the message’s commission might interest you, milord.” Apparently, he thought he had something to sell.
Lenore paid extremely close attention to every word, committing the declaration to memory so that she might later extrapolate out whatever meaning she could from the strange and vague message. Doubtless her dear little Thomas knew what was going on; she gave him an appraising look. If this message truly was from the Lord of Zion, he was far more than she’d suspected—the thought only enticed her more. This whole situation was oh so beguiling, and the implication of more information to follow made her reconsider her death warrant on the minor demon’s head. He did have his uses after all, and she was sure that it would take a lot for him to cross her again.
Deciding to spare the minion for now in favor of larger game, she scrutinized Thomas for any physical sign that could be a clue to the messages’ meaning and the little nightbird’s depth of interest in this little conspiracy.
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Posted: Mon Jul 05, 2010 2:05 pm
That was the message? Thomas’s face remained impassive, but he was chuckling inwardly in his mind. Had they sent this sub par messenger to deliver this particular message because they expected something to happen to the messenger? The message lacked any useful information, and it just was not a very wise decision to threaten him. The lord ignored Sharun’s comment on the commission. It was just inappropriate, and the messenger didn’t know his place. After all, if one who served his king were sent on a mission by his king, would he ask the king for a commission? It could potentially be considered treason unless the king hired the messenger. Even if that was the case, in this particular situation, the messenger should not have asked the recipient of the message for a fee. Clearly, Sharun had no idea who he was.
“Was that all?” Thomas asked sternly. Perhaps, the message had more as to how exactly Zion expected him to contribute, not that he would oblige them. Maybe it related to the Gate of Zion that would inevitably be closed, once again separating Zion from the rest of the world…. Or maybe there was some sort of power struggle or upstart problem in Zion. Perhaps, it was something else entirely. Unfortunately, Thomas hadn’t been in Zion recently. The closest he had been recently was to the Gate to force instructions onto the Zionian gatekeepers and have them deliver a message to Zion’s leader, and that had been some time ago.
However, Thomas had a hunch that the matter the message concerned was an internal Zion conflict, not something that concerned the world. If that was the case, Thomas had more important matters to attend to. He did not play favorites. That was probably the game the leader referred to. Unknown to anyone, Thomas only “manipulated” events for a certain purpose that was more pressing than anything else in the world. No one else dealt with it or even knew about it to be concerned with it. The matter he dealt with concerned the stability of the worlds themselves.
Two could play this game. Perhaps, he could convince Lenore to be his messenger and have her seduce Zion’s leader. She’d have to battle it out with competition though, but she seemed like the type that would enjoy it. Thomas glanced at Lenore with a small smile. “What are your thoughts on this matter?”
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Posted: Tue Jul 13, 2010 12:50 pm
“My thoughts?” Lenore asked archly, looking back to Sharun briefly. The little demon fidgeted uncomfortably, unsure now what to do. He’d probably been instructed to get a reply, but the odd pair he’d given the message to was not at all hospitable. His shifting gaze led Lenore to believe that he sought the perfect opportunity to flee—Sharun was all about saving his own skin. Really, he was becoming annoying now despite the interesting and useful information he’d brought. She was more than content to let him run if that’s what he wanted, let him face his master’s wrath.
Returning her avid gaze back to Thomas, she flashed him a fang-filled grin. “I say we let him return to his master like a frightened child to the skirts of his mother. Let his lack of your required answer be his punishment in the eyes of his overload.” As she spoke, she wandered closer to Thomas and her voice softened. She spoke slowly, letting each syllable form on her lips and roll of her tongue so that the words seemed to have a savory taste which she delighted in. She drew near enough to whisper in his ear. “You seem familiar with the ways of Zion. You know he will be adequately punished.”
She still had no idea that Thomas wasn’t human; he was a craftsman when it came to disguises. Being close to him wasn’t so much of a chore for the moment, so engaged was she in the interesting turn of events. But her goal was still in mind: to get Sharun to leave so that she and Thomas might again be so wonderfully alone. “Time is slipping away from us, pretty nightbird, like so many grains of sand which cannot be retrieved after falling. Let him go; he is not worth our time.”
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Posted: Wed Jul 14, 2010 5:04 am
A lack of an answer was an answer in itself, and if the lord did want to send a message, Lenore was always an option. He did not wish to contact Zion through magical means as it was unnecessary, and he felt there was no need to. He simply nodded as she softly and alluringly uttered the words in his ear on his familiarity with Zion. He was so familiar with them that he knew they could disappoint him at times, but he wouldn’t dally on such trivial matters.
She was so close to him now that they might as well be embracing or kissing, if he wasn’t Thomas. Still calling me nightbird, hmm? An ironic situation at its best, but Lenore wasn’t the first to mistake him for someone he wasn’t. The lady was waxing poetic metaphorically comparing time to grains of sand that were lost within the mass of particles on the grounds.
He looked down at the quivering messenger demon with a small smile. “Well, as the lady requests, you are dismissed. However, I would suggest you work on your cloaking skills lest something unfortunate befall you.” There was a warning hidden in his words. If Sharun was discovered by some demon hunter on his travel back to Zion, Thomas wouldn’t be offering him any protection. His eyes flashed for a moment as he stonily added, “Go before I change my mind.” The look he gave Sharun was stoic, but his eyes just for a moment purposely betrayed an insane amount of cruelty in them, and he really didn’t care if Lenore happened to glimpse it. It was meant as an added incentive for the messenger to leave quickly.
The dark haired lord shifted his gaze upon Lenore once again. “He’s not worth our time? Now, what did you have in mind?” He wondered if she would get straight to the point and admit it openly, though it seemed that wasn’t the way she operated.
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Posted: Tue Jul 20, 2010 12:29 pm
As the messenger retreated from their company, Lenore became sharply aware of Thomas’ close presence emanating heat and alluring scent but a few inches from her own body. She stiffened, not daring breathe, and turned sharply, striding across the room as it seemed to tilt from under her. Succubi were not meant for this sort of self-discipline, especially not against one whose blood simply sang for her. It was this restraint which made Lenore unique among her kind.
Breathing slowly to reduce the amount of his essence she inhaled and steady her nerves, she paused from her position close to the balcony before replying. “Oh, Thomas,” she looked out at the city initially, still regaining her command of herself, but looked at him slyly from the corner of her eye, grinning. “Do you not agree that Sharun wastes our time? We are… beyond his realm.” Feeling somewhat better, she pivoted in place to face him, her heartbeat quickened. She continued, seemingly caught in a sudden new train of thought, though it was one that had burdened her thoughts since she first laid eyes on the attractive man, “such eyes, you have!” She wandered towards the bed, though she kept her gaze on him as she apparently marveled at him, “such beautiful, dark eyes.”
Leaning against the post, she twined an arm up around it, touching her lips suggestively with her free hand. “I do not suppose you tire from your night of shadow stalking and demon taming?” she asked playfully, “That perhaps you would care to rest now?” Resting was nothing at all like what she had in mind, but… it would probably help if he were in a reclined position. Any human would understand her implication clearly. If Thomas was waiting for something more explicit, he’d be around a while: Lenore never said anything straight. As he had observed, that wasn’t her style.
((Lol, as I said in the other thread, wedding dress crisis is averted, so I’m back. razz ))
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Posted: Thu Jul 22, 2010 8:15 pm
((Welcome back and crises are never good, so congratulations on making it through. Wonderful. We have two characters that rarely say things straight.))
No, she didn’t get to straight to the point. Neither of them was yielding, no matter what each said to make the other succumb. Thomas supposed this was fine with him. An excuse to pass the time and miss that meeting that he knew the Captain of the High Guard wanted him at for the town council. However, the lord did not have an unlimited amount of time at his disposal, and if this small trite matter dragged on for long enough, he would do something to finish it off.
Thomas did not return Lenore’s grin. “That messenger was a waste of the world.” And it seems you may be too. he thought as she started pining over his blue eyes. He knew what she was thinking as her hints were as plain as the sun rising from behind the mountains, and she wouldn’t be admitting it anytime soon.
He chuckled, somewhat forced. He wasn’t tired. “Perhaps.” He made a motion to the bed. “But I insist. Ladies first.” If she accepted that, maybe he’d just sit on the bed for a little bit to entice her to… stop, but he had a feeling it would have the opposite effect. Actually, it wasn’t just a feeling. It was a truism more than that.
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Posted: Tue Jul 27, 2010 6:42 am
For once, Lenore complied with his request, thinking that perhaps he’d gotten the hint. “Such a gentleman, you are!” she exclaimed, grinning as she sank down onto the bed. It creaked slightly, but was surprisingly firm given its supposed age. She rested in the middle, sitting with her long, bronzed legs extended towards Thomas and leaning back slightly on her hands. Lenore knew her poses well and looked like a living centerfold image. Pausing a moment for effect, she let him drink in the imagery she was attempting to create.
When she thought she’d let him look long enough, she slowly pulled her legs back and leaned forward, switching to that she was now laying on her stomach revealing a different side of her curvaceous body. She rested her head on one hand and crossed her ankles behind her in the air. Looking up at him with as innocent an expression as she could muster, she beckoned to him. “Care to join me?” she crooned at him while batting her eyelashes, “please?”
At this point, Lenore had decided to spare the interesting little man before her, so all she really wanted was a nice little romp to start their relationship out on the right foot. She hoped that he would prove to be an entertainment for a least a little while. Honestly, she’d never considered such an arrangement before, but she hoped that perhaps this would be the beginning of a wonderful liaison. If he proved worth the investment, who knew? Maybe she’d turn over a new leaf and reuse her toys a few times before she broke them.
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Posted: Sat Jul 31, 2010 2:14 pm
Thomas watched the golden haired lady lay herself down and settle on the bed. He said nothing as she settled herself on the bed, casually and strategically placing her legs toward him and looked at her. For a moment, the lord thought he should look away to discourage her, but by then, she had already shifted herself so that she was on lounging on her stomach with her elbows propping her face up, looking at him innocently and waiting for him to join her.
Someone who had batted her lashes at him once ended up trapped into a small mirror box, which had then been crushed into smithereens. That woman had consistently failed in doing her job and always tried to abate her failures in ways that Thomas often found unnecessary and a waste of time… which included batting eye lashes. This was not the case here with Lenore as she didn’t work for him. Yet.
“If you really must insist.” He took a seat by her at the end of the bed with a small smile. His legs remained on the ground. “You seem content with the bed,” he commented slyly, making no motion to shift onto the bed any further.
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