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Post by Delaine Astin Vincent on Jan 9, 2019 19:03:32 GMT
There were just somethings one did not do in the city that care forgot. Whistle past graveyards. Sweep anyones feet. The lagniappe. Let a lady place her purse on the ground. Or show up announced to a vampires place. Even if it was one of the most recognized and celebrated houses of near debauchery. Near being the important word. The Chapel was no comfort house nor some back of the park cat den. No but debauched was as accurate word for what one ended up being upon leaving as any.
As such even as he could have sauntered in big and bad as life he did not. There was no official reason for him being there but official or not he was here and had every intention of potentially being here when the sun came up.
The stuff he’d purchased was in fact significantly potent enough to have any preternatural being off their square and as sailiningly inebriated as a sailor on leave. As such he was a good deal more snookered than he had been since his first foray into drunkenness with his Krewe all those years ago. Drawing his phone he settled on the bench near at hand giving himself a fine view of the comings and goings of the Chapels front door. Texting an entreaties which in his head was of an equal to Shakespeare but in truth was more Doctor Suess. ‘ Hey there Chere of mine come spend some time if you’ve a chance. More if you don’t alone want to dance.’
Hitting send he began singing a song that had been stuck in his head for the last few days every time he thought about her…
“She'll only come out at night; The lean and hungry type. Nothing is new, I've seen her here before;
Watching and waiting. Ooh, she's sitting with you but her eyes are on the door…” taking a swig he glanced form the bottle to the door expecting her to materialize like magic all shadow and smiles that cut cut right through a man. As she hadn’t he kept singing and only loosely keeping an eye about himself. He knew he would be paying for this night of drunkenness tomorrow but in his mind tomorrow could take care of itself.
“So many have paid to see; What you think you're getting for free. The woman is wild, a she-cat tamed by the purr of a Jaguar. Money's the matter. If you're in it for love? You ain't gonna get too far; Watch out boy she'll chew you up!! Oh here she comes…She's a maneater”
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Post by Chidera on Jan 13, 2019 5:42:16 GMT
It had been a busy few months with fetes and balls and celebrations. Chidera as the strategist had played her part ge4tting it all done in almost military-like precision. She had some time to her self but not enough so now that they were in slow season for now till spring came and started ramping up for mardi gras. Checking on some things after her nightly meal she felt her phone go off. Checking it with a smile meeting her lips. She missed the diversion the man offered so she headed to the door.
As she called the shadows to her bidding and remained in them walking out she paused hearing the song and shook her head smiling wider. Appearing quickly and closing the distance so fast she would seem to almost be in two places at once for a mere second. Near his ear, she purred"I don't eat them just suck and occasionally nibble a bit"
Flicking her wicked tongue over his earlobe then pulling away" so we staying in or going out?"
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Post by Delaine Astin Vincent on Jan 14, 2019 5:12:34 GMT
“I wouldn't if I were you; I know what she can do…” He sang his voice surprisingly clear despite the true and present buzz he was nursing. Offering the bottle to keep from drawing down. She was a known quantity and a very real threat to everything in the world. Yet she was a also the most caring passionate person he knew. She was truly someone who always gave with both hands. Whether that was eternal rests or potential pleasure.
The city was alive with its life blood tourists and all they brought but strangely the preternatural community was more shut down. It was quiet, and he knew there was only so long before the other shoe would drop. As such even as his mind worked at putting meaning to her words above the liquid fire coursing through him he smiled did his best to hold steady. He wasn’t sure if she really was in two places at once, but he knew she was magic. As such he did his abject best to not act as if he hadn’t known she was.
“Ain’t really fit for polite company and I got us a good vintage ta’ boot…” He said raising the bottle. “Pop a squat for a spell lets visit.” Rising even as he counselled otherwise. He placed a kiss at her cheek,.
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Post by Chidera on Jan 15, 2019 6:23:24 GMT
Taking the bottle and threading her arm through his she didn't sit but lead him instead to the door, her strength keeping them at forward momentum." my company will be the only one kept tonight mon chat, so polite is up for debate"
If he really wished to pull away she would let go but if he didn't shed lead them down a level and to her suite here. This was not her playroom but a room she and a guest or two could relax and chat. Her home away from the convent,the space was sumptuous and cozy elegance done in gold emerald and eggplant. The wood was dark cherry and the furniture was well made and strong enough to survive their natures.
Leading him to the jewel-toned brocade chaise moving gold and purple pillows. Setting the bottle on the coffee table near it and then going back to lock her door so they would not be accidentally disturbed tho most knew better than just to walk into her room. The queen size bed was done in eggplant silk brocade with gold swirls. The bed was mounded with pillows in patterns of stripes and tiny flur de lis in shades of light to dark gold. she had three sets of pillows and bedclothes to mix and match the colors.
Stepping behind a wooden screen she pulled off her jeans and top and slid into a pale cream silk maxi nightgown. The matching wrapper was shrugged into and tied as she rejoined him on the chaise and grabbed the bottle taking a deep pull. "mmm good ..so have you eaten this evening? I could have something brought up"
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Post by Delaine Astin Vincent on Jan 15, 2019 16:24:43 GMT
“T’ain’t really good I was looking for.” He responded slurless even as he’d consumed enough to have an actual buzz. He was no drunkard and as such while his behavior was discongruous the reason behind it was understandable. He needed friendship, companionship, truth and comfort. In short as strange as it sounded he needed her. They had always been honest with each other. And as far as he could tell she was the only honest vampire in the city and perhaps the world.
He could have perhaps gone to Nando, Nan, Ren, or hell called up Remy or Baby D. His Krewe. His extended family. Truthfully he didn’t want to burden them he knew in his heart that’s what it would have been. He was rarely not strong for them. So he went the one source he knew would not be burdened by his mood. Not question too deeply the truth. Which was he was drawn to her. He wished to know more of her as a salve to the day and week he’d had. They could talk of work and move to that which he craved. Her skin against his. Whether they worked to a true denouement or danced around the edge never giving into temptation he knew it would wash away that which came before.
Artfully sprawled as she settled bottle in hand. He smiled that bright heavy smile that had caused more than one moistening. Resting a hand against the silk, he went on. His hand enjoying soft silken rustle of flesh beneath its strength and suppleness a feat for the senses.
“Chidera, I done had a spell and know no better way to forget it than come say a spell with you. May I?” He asked sitting closer placing a kiss at the dimple on her cheek. Most would never notice it. She was after all the very physical weight of Gates displeasure. So most saw her as an angel of death. There was never anything provably actionable done. Which kept them very easily trusting of each other.
He however knew. He all the same accepted her. She accepted him and the world kept right on spinning. He in this moment wanted ignore the world and single it down to her.
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Post by Chidera on Jan 17, 2019 8:18:03 GMT
She could tell he was troubled in some way but wouldn't press him. That smile oh heavens that smile the man was a sight to see when he turned on the charm. She smiled in response to his flicking her ankle against his calf. His hands were warm and welcome through the thin silk. They had danced around a lot of things doing no more than some heavy flirting and a few stolen chaste kisses. Intentionally miss understanding him to get him to laugh" A spell you say? Do I need to go witch hunting to see you freed my sweet one?"
His lips on her skin made her grin wider, catching him close she sipped of the drink and then swallowed it turning her face while she was held, and flicking her tongue along his full bottom lip nipping his top one then going to his ear"I think you and I have known each other enough to be beyond trite politenesses mon chat. If there is something you need of me ask it and I will do my utmost to give it"
Letting her other leg slide around behind his waist so he sat between her knees sideways. Her hand was at his back the other on the nape of his neck as she looked at him curiously.
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Post by Delaine Astin Vincent on Jan 19, 2019 3:01:36 GMT
Chuckling he met her eyes enjoying not having the darkness bubbling around his head so heavy anymore. " If it was only dat easy. T’ain’t so one a da unit was down in the shotguns they’d built round the back of park flops." He said sighing enjoying the touch of now but definitely caught in the grips of the week and day he was speaking of. “Since Estelle been sainted lots of folks tried and failed to make a real go’a taking over the books.”
Pausing he looked at her. His exposition he was sure was unneeded. As nearly every time vice stumbled on some new would be queenpin they were either already broken, run-off or dealing too many problems to set hooks in. He knew it as Gates unofficial handiwork which meant he was sitting with the arbiter of keeping that trade destabilized enough to keep any tyrants from growing.
“Anyhow this one a real door-kicker gon a little native. She takes it ‘pon herself to rescue any lost lamb she find even if the lamb a coyote in sheeps clothing. Well roughly bout four days ago she about her by and by saving when the lamb she saves turns outsta be a less lamb and more wildcat.” Taking a sip he meets her eyes. Knowing she has the story. But going on. “ Long story short I fight for her. Do all I can ta keep her employed. I even use my particular case as an example. Seems they’d already thought of that and had reworked the official offer letter and contract under the charter for any officer of this parish or any contiguous that upon conclusive proof of infection that they were relieved of duty. She shot herself with an unregistered sidearm as she was cleaning out her desk today.”
Taking an actual belt he sighed and relaxed into her grip her skin even through the silk warmer than one might expect meaning she’d fed recently. Knowing approximately how strong she was recently was a large enough window that t could have been anytime within the last week. Turing his head he buried his lips at the small warm place just above her clavicle.
“One of the few times the department has been hush and secure nothing has leaked to the press or sifted out into the streets. And the one who’d attacked her neither hide nor hair of her.”
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Post by Chidera on Jan 19, 2019 3:43:46 GMT
She listened to him not only his words but his body laungage. She knew about the shacks and lack of ability for their owners to get off the ground. She didnt smile over that just stroking his nape with a thumb as he unburdened. Hearing of the girl she nodded they knew it had happened but he was updating her in a way and when he mentioned she had ended her self after being kicked off the force chisdera sighed and shushed him gently" shhh shhh sweet one im sorry that such a thing happened. Truely sad we could of perhapse gotten her help or placed with a group for support...does she have family or anyone who might need help with things now? I can reach out to them if you like"
Kissing his forhead as he drank then petting his back as his face went to her neck. Normally she was much to dominant to give any one her throat or wrist save Gates. So he was skirting a line and she would let him out of wish to comfort him." Well perhapse I can also help with that as well would you like the one who attacked her brought back to see justice mon chat? I can arrainge for that to happen just say the word."
She rubbed her chin on his head like a cat scent marking it was instinct shede spent much time with her lions and it had rubbed off so to speak.
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Post by Delaine Astin Vincent on Jan 22, 2019 3:40:33 GMT
He was a raw nerve and only now realizing how much. As she tensed a momentary flash nothing more. Yet it had his mind working at why settling on him. A little normal conceit and yet he worked at not responding. She was his last hope for someone who would be willing to know him.
He wasn’t sure how long he laid there against her skin. Could have been seconds or lifetimes. The combination of the booze and her touch worked away some of the weight he was carrying. Sighing as he could actually breathe a little. " Yes I want her but I also want her free. I know what they would do to her. She was wrong scared and defensive but attempting to get by her best way she knew. I want her blood but know the high muckamucks will not stop there. She was will be used for future litigation and be politicized as a weapon. If we get her in the system she will be the cause of so many more deaths. Yet I want her dead and accounted for in balance to my detective God why does it have to be so complicated."
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Post by Chidera on Jan 22, 2019 4:22:52 GMT
Listening to him she continued to nuzzle and cuddle him, his bloodlust was endearing and understandable. As one of her hands stroked over his scalp she whispered" I could get her for you and you alone. You do not have to give your quarry to them. You could have your justice and blood and they would not be able to use her further"
She would be the evil he needed her to be so he didn't have to dirty his hands with this. Her fallen angel, as she had come to think of him. Still trying to get back to heaven but stuck doing wrong to save souls. it was tragic and poetic in its own way." let me do what I do best and your hands will remain clean, no need for complications. Will you let me?"
kissing down his neck and ear, coaxing him with her words and body.
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Post by Delaine Astin Vincent on Jan 25, 2019 5:34:12 GMT
Her voice sweet as a beignet. Soft and embracing as her touch upon his scalp. She danced from the shadows whispering of things he wanted in his soul. He wanted her blood for taking an officer from him. he wanted vengeance. And he very well believed that Chidera could provide it to him. He knew what she was called and how she was feared even by her own Kiss. Yet there was a part of him that knew if he did. If he gave in that it would be over for him. He would no longer be a cop. He’d stay on and lead best he could but if he went down that road of vengeance for vengeances sake he would lose something that not even all his time in the facility was able to beat claw and near kill out of him.
He had done some bad things of course no one was pure. Especially here. He had bent and broken laws that he felt unjust. But he had never. Never crossed the line of seeking vengeance. The real test was he wanted it so bad that it was all he could do to not say yes. To give in to let go of his hold on the darkness that danced in everyones heart.
Not trusting his voice he shook his head no taking a sip. Turning more directly into her grasp daring to meet her eyes. Those pools of warm chocolate. Daring his very soul. " I came to you for love not the other…"
Kissing her hard heavy and as filled with the weight of everything he was feeling he wrapped his arms around her and sighed. It was a fight. And still was even now having revealed his mission the hope he held. He’d wanted her from the very first and yet there was always something between them. His reticence of crossing the streams. He worked the other side of the street. She was the strong right hand of the Kiss. The Executor of Gates will. He was the keeper of the law. It was dangerous and stupid. Yet she was the only person he knew that could even partially understand hm. The only person who could even dream of offering him what he wanted as well as needed.
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Post by Chidera on Jan 26, 2019 8:22:53 GMT
Listening to him she stifled the smile, he was stronger than most and while she didn't subscribe to how he thought this should go she would do what he wished in this and let the woman live. It was no hardship to her either way. " well then mon chat perhaps she will be better to live her life worried and cautious and not making the same mistake ever again as punishment enough?"
He spoke of love and she had tried that once, not sure she was in a hurry to travel that road again but willing to give him what he needed from her until he needed her no longer or she felt in earnest the love he asked for. She knew barring most things she would outlive him most likely so what was it to her to share this gift? How could it bother her to simply let them enjoy each other if it made the sadness in his eyes leave?
She knew they were the same in somethings but vastly different in others and that bothered her not. She wouldn't lose her self again or change for him anything else was fine with her. So as his mouth came for hers she gave as good as she got careful not to draw blood but feed into his hunger of her. Pausing his kisses with a smile" Then mon amor I will give what you ask and take your anger and sadness instead. Show me the depth of your hurt so i might heal it with my kisses"
pushing his suit jacket off his shoulders and making quick work of tie and buttons. she had to fight her urge to simply tear the shirt in her grasp. Her straps fell from her shoulders as she pulled him back against her body retaking his lips in a low growl.
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Post by Delaine Astin Vincent on Jan 27, 2019 3:52:32 GMT
His jacket, tie and shirt vanished. Not a quick thing but a thorough thing. They fade form his person in a magic trick of care. He could feel the strength of her as well as the suppleness of her. It was a thing of magic. She moved with far more muscles than should be present and yet she was a s soft and yielding as he needed.
He while virginal as of late was not a chaste man in his heart. This moment was even in his wildest wants undreamt of. He had no misconceptions that this was a mercy a kindness and benediction against the pain he felt. This was making love in direct volume and counterbalance to pain. As such while blisteringly hot and thorough there as daresay it holiness to their time. It was a as if a prayer or spell was being worked to scour away the darkness. To hold at bay the hurt warding his heart against the pain he’d felt.
Later as they lay entangled he swore for the briefest of moments he felt her heart beating against him. Never rude without purpose he could think of no way to describe what they shared. He found no easy words. All that escaped him was, " thank you..."
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Post by Chidera on Jan 27, 2019 5:14:26 GMT
it was a blur of touches and smells. sounds and sensations, they had tumbled across her sheets and while both of them had the potential for rough powerful frantic passion this was not that. They had slowly learned each other as if they had forever and she had pulled his pain from his body with a flutter of kisses and sighs. The meeting of their bodies through and exhaustive.
He had indeed caused her heart to beat and it startled her for a moment. Soft chuckle at her own startle she shook her head and then his whispered thank you made her blink she looked up at his face" Mon amor while you are most welcome I did nothing that warranted your thanking me. We made love and it was enjoyable, and we will again many times if I am being forward"
smiling up at him she laid her head back down against him not wanting to move just yet as she stroked his chest softly.
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Post by Delaine Astin Vincent on Jan 29, 2019 3:55:11 GMT
There was a certain type of love making that could build mountains, fire rockets, and end friendships taking people form one place and depositing them elsewhere. This was not that. He had come for love the expression of it and enjoyment of it. He had come for absolution and as a test of where in the darkness he stood. He came eyes open aware that if any could suck down his soul it would be her. And if to any he would have no choice but fall would be with her. Yet he hoped. That was normally a folly and weakness. Hope. Yet it had been his guiding light in one hell. And this dark night of the soul he hoped it would be again.
He came to her not broken but bowed.
And she made him hale and whole. Her touch the expression and clinging to of love a salve that he’d only hoped for. They could be honest with each other. They both knew that while they cherished their times they were not in the soul searing love that would ask either to change. So like a quite storm they rolled tumbled and indulged. Using touch compassion and an emptying of their cups of sadness embracing the candle of light the other held.
" I aint thank you because I have to. I thank you because you deserve my thanks and so much more. " He said the devilish spark back in his eye. His smile not quite a thousand watts but holding some of its former glimmer. She was now one of two women who knew how strong he actually was. One of two women that he had been with since his infection noninfection. It did not escape him that he was drawn to a certain tough sort of mind.
Stopping short of thanking her again he asked, “Many times you say Dera?”
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