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Sweet Vittoria Report | 01/17/2014 9:09 am
Sweet Vittoria
Having enjoyed the feeling of the shampoo as well the scent, she washed the suds away, going so far as to sniff her forearm after, content with the aroma that drifted from it. Relatively, Daline was a full grown woman, but on the surface, here acted very much like a curious child over every little thing she came across. ”—Oh yeah? I’d like to hear your thoughts…” she uttered, head tipped once more to the side when she noticed the water droplets darken around the lighter steam on the walls, and window… instantly she brushed her finger against it, grinning when it produced more darkness, words developing from this test, and then dipping into doodles of animals and things. ”Wanna see something neat?” he’d ask, ”—Yes!” she blurt out, perhaps a bit too loud and excitedly finger slipping from its place drawing a Lion on the wall, but before she could snap her attention around the corner, he was there performing, displaying his skills with the bubbles and shampoo, ”—Ooh…how astounding! This is called… Floral Bubble paste? Do you make this too?” she questioned knowing he already made Gucci’s. Taking a small moment, she went to wondering what else one did in the shower. Following his actions with the shampoo she too would play with it, laughing a bit in contentment, before finally easing up… deciding it was best she saved more bubble blowing for later when they didn’t have an agenda, ”—Do you have more white Fabric? Does the color mean something?” as if she really didn’t know… speaking of course this time on Towels, as she stuck her head out past the curtain, skin appearing a bit more rejuvenated, even glistening as if liquid starlight danced beneath her skin.
Sweet Vittoria Report | 01/16/2014 11:39 am
Sweet Vittoria
The exchange was quite casual, but even in her naïve subtly her heart thumped, as she fought to keep from looking back at Tahien in the mirror, it was hard not too stare, she’d never seen anyone as beautiful as he was. When the question was presented, she finally slipped back slightly, dodging him for a moment before glancing over her shoulder and answering him, ”—Why? Do you have something else in mind?” she questioned, rosy lips reflecting the mirthful glisten in her black eyes, as she whipped off the wife beater, back bare and flawless, next came her undergarments without so much as a single thought that she was being ‘indecent’ and then she’d disappear behind the cover, stepping into the awaiting water delicate fingers outstretched as she sighed contentedly, enjoying the feel of the stream as it washed over her, dousing herself completely in the feel…allowing the water to drip over the crown of her head, and shoulders, she studied the various bottles… opening them up to sniff the contents curiously, head tipped gently to the side in wonder, discovering more things she had never seen before, and while she had no real hair to speak of, she’d experience it all the same, ”—We can go…to see…I am here on a mission of sorts after all, I should experience all things…is that okay? Will you be okay?” she questioned genuinely concerned, while she squirt a bit of the shampoo into her hand, and gently nudging it with her finger, smirking as it pushed forward on a gleam of water, only to slip back into the center of her palm like a ball rolling down a hill…and then she’d begin to lather…only taking a guess on what one needed to do with it… smiling even more when bubbles were produced, she’d even laugh… ”—Bubbles…how curious…” doing her best to keep from playing in them…
Sweet Vittoria Report | 01/15/2014 10:01 am
Sweet Vittoria
[[Oh you did, it was me who thought I replied lol… okay here you go sorreh…]]

While he showered, Daline still lurked on his bed, the silken sheets haphazardly folded neatly over her bare legs, doing little more but quietly listening, interjecting from time to time to put in her worth. ”—That’s terribly sweet of you Tahien…I will still give it a chance…I will go…” she would try, at least give it that much, and if she loathed it…then she would happily assist Tahien, but the last thing she had wanted was to be a burden, after all she was already shacked up at his place. She did have plans, but she wasn’t entirely sure it was acceptable, sighing softly she stretched out again, slender body lengthened like a slumbering cat, arms folded against her chest, torrents of electricity dancing beneath her velvety blue skin, ”—I used to be a Scientist… among other things, an explorer… but came here under humble tidings, I don’t imagine my Elders would like it very much if I gave away Atlantian secrets…” she added with a small joke, a turn and she’d be utilizing his pillow, slow to rise onto her feet and greet the day just yet. Silent for a moment, her voice would have come again…this time sounding inside the bathroom, as she stepped inside peering at herself curiously into the mirror… no lies, just honesty as she looked back at her black eyed reflection… ”—I’ll need a shower too I think…” she added… tipping her head this way and that…frowning at how much the scales had started to appear along the crest of her head…indeed she needed a shower…needed rejuvenation…

Sweet Vittoria Report | 12/05/2013 6:36 am
Sweet Vittoria
Tahien’s reassurance helped, however it only made her feel a bit more foolish for making such a fuss, still the feeling was an odd one. And while she was assured the Goddess would insure the safety of her ‘girls’ Daline wasn’t sure how comfortable she was in being ‘observed’ by humans, what would she do? She was certain she didn’t know how to dance…she’d only just mastered walking straight on land without being wobbly, and she certainly wasn't about to sing! And while the idea of being herself completely was enticing she simply did not know. Still, all the nagging questions that filled her head, were smoothed over gently by his coaxing words, his kindness was terribly sweet, and for a moment she felt her throat tighten, starry nighttime eyes glistening with water before she swiftly blinked the emotion away, ”—Thank you…” was all she would say, anything more and it would all come tumbling out, annoying and possibly smothering, and she wasn't about to make a nuisaince of herself.

While he moved off for the shower, she would allow him a glimmer of privacy, though her eyes would curiously latch onto him until he dissapeared around the corner, while he continued to speak; she would answer, still lingering on the bed for a spell, ”—We can still go…we can see it… I shouldn’t have reacted in such a manner, it’s not becoming…” the prospect of working beside Tahien did seem much more rewarding then entertaining strange unkown Mortals, still as promised she would perhaps give it a shot…but maybe, convince Mama she’d prefer to start out doing something basic like serving drinks… a trivial thought, that made her chuckle, gone from multi-lingual studies and Quantum projection, to waitressing…ah well could be worse, maybe she oughten be so quick to judge it, at least it seemed honest enough...
Sweet Vittoria Report | 11/21/2013 10:29 am
Sweet Vittoria
As… Mama continued, Daline would casually glance towards Tahien, as if seeking some manner of confirmation that all was well, before finally nodding towards the curvier woman. Daline thought she sounded smart, intelligible, she certainly seemed to be worldly, to know what was what, the correct customs…everything, but then again so did Tahien. ’ Well, in this world, if you plan on staying long, people work. Earn money, their keep ‘ and she would nod, soaking the knowledge in like a sponge, whiteless eyes opening wide, an endless starlit sea seemed to fill them, like silver minnows swimming within the darkness, cloaked by a veil of thick black lashes, ”—Oh! I wouldn’t dare not earn my keep…” she uttered, speaking strangely, only to have Tahien interject on her behalf, seeing his reaction towards Mama’s place, to her line of work… Daline was starting to imagine maybe she wasn’t as trustworthy as she appeared to be, boldly she stated, straightening upright from where she sat, confidently declaring, ”—I can help Tahien…I will earn my board through working…” she really wasn’t sure what she was suggesting… but it suddenly seemed very good, Mama must have been correct though, how would she be taken care of? Certainly not by relying on the goodness of strangers, she wouldn’t leach like that…she would… as the saying went ‘Earn her Keep’. As Mama squeezed her hand, inviting her to go and visit, Daline’s brows once again knit together into a curious frown… glancing back at Tahien for silent answers, annoyed how she could go from being a high end scientist, to a complete flake on the surface. After she’d departed, Daline finally spoke up, brows still knit together, another curious flash of silver dancing across her temple, ”—Tahien…what did she mean? Positions…I know work…but…it doesn’t seem like my type of work…” she uttered, ruby lips pursed slightly, pushing past it all however, she would shake her head, finally rising off the comfortable bed... "--She is right though, I do need to contribute...I can't keep taking from you like this, It's not right of me..." she uttered.
Sweet Vittoria Report | 11/20/2013 12:26 pm
Sweet Vittoria
Daline shrugged, ”—Not many do, so maybe its on our end who is assuming wrongly when it comes to mortals…” a pause as she shook her head, ”—Not that you are anything like them, which is good…” she confirmed, wetting her lips in subtle thought, sheepishly digging herself further into a more awkward speech hole. From the other room came a slam, and Daline simply nodded… looking after him, eyes still straining as he disappeared behind the wall, as if somehow she could see while her ears listened, though that was hardly the case. Words came, back and forth they went, muffled and un-muffled, in silence she still sat Indian style on Tahien’s bed, dressed in little more than panties and a wife beater, none the worse for wear…assuming it was perfectly normal lounging attire. Quietly she listened, still tipping her pale blue head to the side, another spark dancing over her temple curiously, ’Hmm interesting… wait, hurt me none?’ retorting slightly, she turned her nose up a moment, ’Was that a thing that happened sometimes?’ shaking her head, she thought little more on it, still very much liking Tahien’s company. From the open door frame did not appear right away Tahien, but instead a lovely woman, full figured, and exotic looking… Daline thought she was mesmerizing, but the way she approached her was…different…mildly over friendly, and Daline would do little more than smile in her direction, something soft and subtle tugging at her prim ruby lips. However when she sat down, when she took her hand…there was a sort of warm invitation, pleasant…and suddenly she felt quite content, at ease. ”—Oh…” so it was starting to make sense, ”—How wonderful, I’ve never met a fertility Goddess before… than again…” she started, lips puckering up slightly, blue black eyes darkening, ”—Before last night I had never met a Clurichaun… or before that even a living human…” she stated, obviously curious about everything… new beings, new experiences… yearning to learn about all things, completely unaware what said intentions were...
Sweet Vittoria Report | 11/14/2013 7:47 am
Sweet Vittoria
Quietly she listened to him, her expression changing dramatically, even before he made mention of it costing some of his life, ”—Not good at all, that’s terrible that someone would make you perform ‘parlor tricks’ in a sense, like expecting all we Sirens are good for, is a good song.” Sirens were very secretive creatures, while they went about their daily lives doing whatever they did occupationally (she herself an explorer and scientist) singing was something very personal, private, if one was to sing to another, a siren to another, or to another creature, it would be an act of compassion, of love, like humans with sex…Sirens didn’t just sing for anyone, a song had a deeper meaning, it connected the performer to the listener, it touched them, meld souls together…it was bonding, lasting. When he took her hand in his own, and moved it towards his hair, she tensed up, almost fighting against him, worried for what might happen…worried she’d harm him somehow, though he had admit it went beyond that, into something psychological. Understanding donned on her face, and she would nod, a small smile meant to assure appearing briefly before fading, ”—I promise I won’t ever touch your hair…unless approved, and you’ll never have to worry about me making a wish for anything…you’ve been more than hospitable already…” she uttered, her hand still in his own, though she made no efforts to move it. ”—Sirens are the same, while we use our voice for speaking, for persuading…our song, when we sing, is something special…sacred, meant only to be shared with the one we fall in love with. Like a private act…virginal almost I suppose…because the bond it creates is difficult to break, it connects two souls to one…and it touches unlike any other can, on a deeper level than anything else… I have known sirens who have been forced to sing, to perform after capture…often they’d prefer death over sharing something so private…in fact elders used to consider those who used to sing often, Harlots…” strange speaking so openly to him, but there was something special, so comfortable about Tahien…but it could have been the fact he had revealed secrets to her, and that he had felt so comfortable around how she naturally looked.
Sweet Vittoria Report | 11/08/2013 8:32 am
Sweet Vittoria
So lost in the moment, so still had he been that she had not even noticed, until she released, that she saw his discomfort. Once Daline did, her hand snapped back, holding it against her chest cradling it, as if she had just touched an open flame, and had been burned, ”—Oh..oh I am so very sorry, I should have asked…are you alright?” she quickly uttered, brows knitting together (or lack thereof) sucking on her lower lip, terrified she had harmed him. Often times, Daline had little sense over boundaries, like a child always wanting to explore everything around her, nosy and terribly curious. As he went to explain she eased up, nodding, ”—Of course I understand, I didn’t even think…” she admit, shaking her head disapprovingly, ”—Reminds me of my kind, so many of my relatives sought to sink sailing ships after the atrocities they had suffered at the hands of men. It got so bad, even if one went by without doing any bit of damage…a sister would sing them right into the reefs, for fear they’d be ensnared…” she expressed, weaving the tale as she comfortably sat on the end of the bed, her slender legs hugged up against her chest, ”—We’re not like that anymore…certainly we use our voice when need be, but never to kill others…at least I wouldn’t…” she proclaimed. Shifting again on his bed, she settled seated in a comfortable fashion, what some would call ‘indian style’ though even if she was told the term, still probably wouldn’t understand it, ”—Well now I will know for the future, your pretty hair is off limits…” she swore, promising to keep her hands to herself…at least in that area.
Sweet Vittoria Report | 11/07/2013 7:38 am
Sweet Vittoria
Regardless of what she believed of him, of what might have been proven differently, Daline was a simple creature, she didn’t judge, didn’t compare, she simply was, emotions and decisions were discovered through action, and all she understood of the above world were the basics, Tahien had invited her into his home…she a complete stranger, had become hospitable when the rest of the world hadn’t even bothered to greet her; and here now, he was consoling in a way…expressing he was quite fine with the way she naturally appeared. In her eyes, he was the single most greatest thing to walk into her life since she stepped foot on land, next to sheets and beds. When he took the necklace, there was no resistance, it pried easily from her hands as if it were simply waiting for the gently trigger of anothers hand, and when he went to touch her she was consoled, easing into him slightly. Before she had arrived she had been highly aware of the rules, had followed them strictly by the book, but around him…around Tahien, she felt strangely comfortable. As he admit he’d ‘reveal’ himself, she instantly became curious; certainly she had found him both intriguing and handsome as he was, but more? She shifted, moving onto all fours, perching herself in front of him as if to see better, and then it happened, an already beautiful man, shifted into something godlike, and while the transformation was subtle enough… she was astonished, persistent in always pushing comfort boundaries she didn’t completely understand, Daline reached out, she couldn’t help it, fingers suddenly in his hair slipping up along his cheek to his temple, along his warm hair roots, along her skin unintentionally a spark danced across like a tingle, like when you hand falls asleep, such a strange sensation… ”—You are…divine…” she uttered, ”—Exquisite perfection…” she continued, finally pulling back and settling back on her butt, pale blue head tipped some to the side, another flash of light dancing across her scalp as her eyes glimmered, dusky like a starry night time sea, ”—What are you?” the words were slow, as if her mind could not comprehend that something like him could exist. It was not out of horror, but sheer admiration, bordering curiosity and worship…not drawing upon her own race, assuming he was already well aware of what she was…
Sweet Vittoria Report | 11/06/2013 11:57 am
Sweet Vittoria
Hardly aware of his waking up, she had continued to look over the imagery curiously, turning the ‘book’ this way and that in her hands, sideways, upside down, as if to get better angles, as if she could understand them more. When he asked what she was doing, she glanced over, only to look right back at the pages, a centerfold spilling out onto her lap as she flipped to the next page, this of a woman wearing something that resembled a wet top and some of the decorations like the ones on Tahien’s lamp around her thighs, ”—Studying this anatomy book…” looking from underwear to underwear, she clicked her tongue, ”—Or is it home décor? So very strange this is…do your scientists study this?” she asked. Tipping her head sideways, the light danced over her scalp, glinting a spark of electricity as it danced beneath her pale blue skin, the color transluscent with an odd lavender sheen below. With rosy lips, angled ears and cheekbones, it would draw ones eyes to her own, black blue voids like the depths of space, as if the very cosmos filled from within. Indeed, there was something unusual about Daline, eerie some might say, but at the same time exotic, like a lost species. There was some truth in that, her particular breed of people had not set foot on land in over 500 years, as an explorer, a scientist and linguist of sorts, she was the first since. When he’d spoken a second time, she at first didn’t understand, and then it hit her as she reached for the necklace that wasn’t there… ”—Oh…oh no…I…I’m terribly sorry, I’ve forgotten most aren’t comfortable with my appearance…” dropping the Mag, she launched herself over the top of the sofa, seeming to be more flustered over her appearance then the fact she was running around in little more than a thin shirt and some manner of underwear. Moving past the bed, she went to reach for the necklace off the nightstand, although there was a struggle to keep her own eyes off Tahien… he was remarkable by appearance, handsome would be such a sad and colorless word…mesmerizing more like it, but instead of speaking on how she liked the way he looked, she’d remark on his bed finally sitting down on the edge, necklace in hand, the other touching the softness of the sheets… ”—I’ve never felt anything like it,” she confessed, a flash of silver eclipsing over her dark eyes as she blinked…

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