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 Posted: Thu Apr 19, 2018 10:51 pm
l Mood ➤: Intrigued l Location ➤: Mansion l Company ➤: Imamiah l Item/s ➤: N/A Ashken watched Imamiah sit up, and she nodded. Crawling over him, Ashken laid her upper half on the fallen angel and smiled. Taking his hand, the vampire moved closer to his neck, and gently kissed the spot in which she was planning to bite. Squeezing his hand gently, Ashken sunk her fangs into his flesh.
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Posted: Thu Apr 19, 2018 10:57 pm
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As she approached, the fallen tensed up a little, breathing a little deeper, pulse rising. He didn't want to let her know that it was this intense to him, though, and so he held her gaze with his smoldering attention as she climbed up on him. He watched her as long as he could, only turning his head at the moment those fangs of hers touched down. He let out a quiet whimper and squeezed her hand, but held fast against her pressure and let her take.
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Posted: Thu Apr 19, 2018 11:03 pm
l Mood ➤: Intrigued l Location ➤: Mansion l Company ➤: Imamiah l Item/s ➤: N/A Ashken knew this would hurt, she knew it wasn't comfortable for the person in which she drank from. She kept her and intertwined with his as she drank. His blood was so sweet, so pure even for a fallen. Ashken wanted to drink, to never stop. However she wouldn't do that, she didnt want to turn Imamiah, and she didnt want to kill him. This self control was beyond difficult, but after a few drinks she pulled back and licked the holes she had created.
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Posted: Thu Apr 19, 2018 11:15 pm
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Finally, she was done. Imamiah cooed at the way she licked his wounds. He definitely could tell he had been drained, but the way she seemed to take care of him was sure nice. Afterward, the angel fell back and sighed, relieved, and then began to chuckle softly to himself. "Not as bad as I thought," he muttered, staring at the ceiling.
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Posted: Thu Apr 19, 2018 11:23 pm
l Mood ➤: Intrigued l Location ➤: Mansion l Company ➤: Imamiah l Item/s ➤: N/A Ashken licked the blood off of her lips and smiled. Making sure until the wound was finished bleeding, the vampire sat up and blushed. W-well....I didn't want to change you...and I didn't want to harm you... She looked down at him, placing her hand on his bare chest. Y-y-you taste good~
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Posted: Fri Apr 20, 2018 9:48 am
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"Oh..." The way she spoke, the way she cared for him, considered him, was something he'd have to take in doses. He wanted to say more, perhaps because he was expected to, but he could find the words. As he closed his eyes a contented smile washed over his face. And in a moment, he was gone...
A few hours later, the fallen one awoke with a start, jutting up to a seated position.
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Posted: Fri Apr 20, 2018 2:06 pm
l Mood ➤: Intrigued l Location ➤: Mansion l Company ➤: Imamiah l Item/s ➤: N/A Imamiah’s comment was small, perhaps, the vampire said something wrong? Trying not to think about it, Ashken gave him a happy smile as he laid back and closed his eyes. Ashken watched the fallen doze off. She laid down next to him, at first she thought of cuddling up with him, but she decided to let him sleep. Closing her eyes, the vampire fell asleep in the darkness of her room.
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Posted: Fri Apr 20, 2018 5:31 pm
✺What was he going to do? He sat there for a moment, watching Ashken sleep, thinking of ways he could sneak away. His wings were quiet: he could just slip away into the night and never see this woman, this house, or this situation--this feeling!--again. He knew this, and yet it was a choice on whether or not to before it became a question of how one might do it.
Fine. Supposing he didn't try it. Suppose this was where he stayed, eating and sleeping so that she might sustain herself, wanting so that she might be satisfied: wouldn't that not be the worst thing to ever occur? --wouldn't it be forgotten by the list of horrific things that could happen to a person? Suppose he was to long for freedom: would he not have moments, hours, weeks! of sunny skies of the mind and a warming sepia reel upon which to reflect on rainy days? To make that decision, from his mind right now, it seemed impossible still. Ridiculously, the fallen made a note to try and forget things--details, shapes of shadows, smells, etc.--that belonged to the room so that he could become used to the lover's prison to which he was being fitted.
All of this was ultimately pointless, however, and Imamiah reasoned that he was not to make any decisions, however momentary and innocuous, by his current mind, not some made-up misery. That sot, he thought, had no business in his plans. This was an angel who, when he had the means--that is, freedom and the immense power and bravery it necessitated--loved the sky and earth in the most spiritual way, and was alive as long as his wings would soar on that gentle tension. How could he, then, allow himself to be pulled down? It happened before...
Yes, that was right. Debacle. The woman stole his freedom. Of course, he didn't mean that in the harsh way it sounded, just that she was the first to point to him and ask why do you fly? Valid, seeing as there was nothing to flying when there were no bars to be found. Nothing holding anything up. Nothing to see but that which was to be seen and totally unhidden and innocent; Imamiah had landed, and he had done so because everything was flat and fluffy and pick, and when he saw that he was looking at something so grey it stung his eyes, he realised too late that he was watching the air corrode his weary heart.
Stupid! So he needed a break: what of it? No, friend, the angel needed a platform, a Launchpad. He knew this, and he knew that it was time to lift off. Silently, the angel poured himself out of a crack in the room. He made his way through the hall, ignoring the help along the way. Soon he tasted fresh air again. He smiled. He flew. He fell...
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Posted: Fri Apr 20, 2018 5:44 pm
l Mood ➤: Intrigued l Location ➤: Mansion l Company ➤: Imamiah l Item/s ➤: N/A There were things that were interesting about vampires, one being that they love to sleep in darkness. Not Ashken. She never could truly fall asleep when it was dark, mainly because in her past she knew what would happen if she closed her eyes. Guess that fear still haunts her, because when the fallen angel thought he was sneaking out, Ashken knew. She didn’t move, she didn’t speak up, she just laid there. What was she going to do, say no? Hell she rarely even told her girls no. All she did was lay there in silence as the angel slipped away.
What did she think would come of this? Ashken didn’t even know the answer herself, but she had to admit it felt nice to be involved for once. Sitting up, Ashken looked around her room and let out a soft sigh. It was quiet again, stale, making her realize that once again she was alone. The vampire placed her hand on the spot where the angel had slept, and shook her head. Oh well... she thought as she stood up off her bed and stretched. However something caught her ear, as Ashken walked over to her window. Looks like the angel hadn’t gotten too far, since he had just fallen into the back yard. Ashken found herself keeping in a laugh as she opened her window and looked down at him. You would be a terrible theif. she called down to the angel with a grin. One thing she asked himself was why he fell?
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Posted: Fri Apr 20, 2018 6:08 pm
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Half of the angel was sticking out of the ground, the other half was firmly rooted. He looked like some surrealist orchid there. Soon enough, he heard what he assumed were words. Nothing was coming through but that muffled garble. To get a better listen, the angel wiggled and wormed himself out of the ground with a comical pop, sitting out the lawn and looking around until he found the window. "A-Ashken!" He looked like a thief caught in the act, or maybe a cheating husband.
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Posted: Fri Apr 20, 2018 6:12 pm
l Mood ➤: Intrigued l Location ➤: Mansion l Company ➤: Imamiah l Item/s ➤: N/A The woman knew what this was, he was leaving, or trying to. There was no denying it, but all Ashken could do was grin. Mainly because the angel had no ties there, and he wasn’t being forced to stay. Crossing her arms and setting them on the windowsill, the leaned out the window with a smile. Are you alright? Do you need any help? This scene was actually rather amusing to her, though she would never tell.
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Posted: Fri Apr 20, 2018 6:27 pm
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For whatever reason, the angel was expecting to be scolded. That was ridiculous. He knew he wasn't doing anything wrong. He felt, however, as though this was the biggest betrayal he could've made. That face though. He knew that look and it wasn't one of scorn or jealously. The dumb slack of the fallen's lips tightened to a fat, horizontal line as he his weary muscles smiled weakly. "No... I think I'll be alright..." He said and began to push himself off the ground. His knees wobbled to the point of vibrating, and he sat right back down. He laughed embarrassedly at the vampress. "Maybe I spoke too soon..."
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Posted: Fri Apr 20, 2018 6:31 pm
l Mood ➤: Intrigued l Location ➤: Mansion l Company ➤: Imamiah l Item/s ➤: N/A Ashken watched as the angel tried once again to take flight, annnnnd giggled when it didn’t work. Again. *shaking her head, she disappeared from the window to grab a nightgown and reappeared at the window. With a quick motion, Ashken jumped out her window and slowly glided down to the fallen. Landing on her feet, she walked over to Imamiah and held out a hand. You are probably still a bit weak... would you like something to eat to help you regain your energy?
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Posted: Fri Apr 20, 2018 9:06 pm
 l Mood ➤: l Playful Location ➤: l Grigorov Mansion - Hallway Company ➤: l Mommy, guest Item/s ➤: l Journal, plate with crackers and waterOutfit ➤: l Dress and jacket
♥ Health 【100%】☇ Energy 【100%】Before Imamiah could answer, Aricia walked out of the house with a plate sitting on top of her journal. "Its always good to eat something after loosing blood, more so after a vampire feeds from you." She said softly as she lightly touched the dirt with each step. She had rather enjoyed what she had witnessed that she had gone and changed her dress as well. She smiled innocently at them, a very believable look as she offered Imamiah the plate of food and water. Current theme: Nightcore - Play hard
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Posted: Fri Apr 20, 2018 9:27 pm
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He reached out, about to decline such a kindness, as accepting this hospitality would only prolong his stay, and was about to answer when another--yes, this was one of the daughters from before--names were going to come eventually--appeared from silence itself and bore treats, the likes of which she assumed would have been made for him anyway. A dull look crawled up the fallen's countenance as he sat back on his heels like some za-zen navel-whisperer: the dogs who say 'woof'--he couldn't wouldn't image that this was a coincidence, and a very real chill blended itself into his voice, an otherwise warm gratitude, now a slightly wary warble of thanks: "Th-Thanks--wow. Didn't expect to be taken care of so well," said the angel as his eyes bounced between them. He reached a paw out to taste what had been offered him, finding it to be a touch on the sweet side...
"For blood sugar?" he commented, a percentage meant for himself with the bulk directed at the chefs-eros before him. Whatever he was to do now, he wanted to take it slow. In his mind he was thinking so waywardly, but this was the happy face of a guest... Always.
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