Inverted Cathedral [Month 1/Day 5/Year 1] [Walk-In]

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Inverted Cathedral [Month 1/Day 5/Year 1] [Walk-In] - Angel Kimmi - 05-01-2015

<img style="avatar" src="http://i1248.photobucket.com/albums/hh490/Kim_Irvine/banner3_1.png" style="max-width:35%;float:left;margin:0 18px;] When there wasn’t any further sign of fire licking at the walls and it didn’t seem like the building was going to ignite he decided it wasn’t something to be concerned about. Besides it seemed the scent of smoke was dissipating rather than getting worse, likely Ruka had complete control over it anyway, he’d seen her outside so she was around here somewhere.

 Inky strands trailed behind him like a banner as he perused the room, entertaining himself as he moved over to the bar that he’d sat at a few days prior, letting his hand slide across the bar top. Of course it wasn’t only Saint that made an impression – Ruka also had made one as well, both in the bookstore as well as the morning after his time with Saint. The young woman was just as unforgettable as her vampire and he got the impression she knew much more than you’d think, still the memory of the slender body covered in scars swam to mind and with it the underlying fury bubbled below the surface at the memory alone. That someone could do that to another person… someone they were supposed to love was not something he could understand.

 Likèreal let out a soft exhale though the mild frown remained on his lips as he pulled the packet of cigarettes from his jacket pocket, lighting one before taking a long drag. Honeyed eyes shifted towards the stairs that led upwards, thinking of Ruka also brought to mind the information gleaned from that particular conversation. It had been a window of opportunity and insight in many ways, both of the stories he had heard, though their discussion had been interrupted by the job that had kept him busy over the last few days, still he owed Ruka a ‘story’ and no doubt she would collect in time.

 Astute information that he pondered in the early hours of the morning while he staked out his target, which had led to his less than perfect performance he thought with a wry smile. Still it had created a gnawing of guilt in the pit of his stomach at the way he left Saint, without a proper apology and conversation like he had wanted to provide after the night before. He had been unkind and the memory of the way Saint had clung to him caused a feeling akin to regret.

 Yet he didn’t regret anything that had happened. No, the only regret was the pain he’d caused. Perhaps a strange thing for an assassin to linger on, something perhaps overlooked by the vampire himself. He had always been the type to get caught up in the little things after all. He took another drag of his cigarette wondering absently whether the other male was awake. Or if he was perhaps busy. “Mi noche," he murmured quietly.
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Inverted Cathedral [Month 1/Day 5/Year 1] [Walk-In] - SilentMystery - 05-01-2015

[size=small]Location: Music Tower
Target Role Player: [/font][size=small](Angel Kimmi) [/font]

Warmth lingered on his lips after the kiss, teasing him with memories of their adventures. The fact that Luciefel was close to him was a tease as well. What was funny about all this was that he was sure the other male wasn't consciously aware of it, wasn't aware of the allure he brought upon this world, and that amused him greatly. It made things... interesting, especially when it came to his own bouts of ... jealousy? Could he really call it that? Armand figured he had too much fun for that emotion to be considered jealousy, especially when his chosen did not particularly show any interest in the pursuer. Those cases were very enjoyable for he didn't have to watch his actions all too much, and he was left uninhibited to his own desires... whatever they may be for the unfortunate victim.

 Well enough of this casual handling. His fingers let go of the instrument, and with a strangely smooth movement the cello seemed to slide away of its own accord, at least if one didn't look at its base. Red and rope-like creatures curved around the bottom of the instrument, and in a very snake-like wave, began to carry the cello back to its holder, leaving him free and open to Luciefel.

 He urged the male with a gentle tug toward him. It was as if he were silently beckoning him to come just a bit closer, or on his lap, enjoying the fact that they were alone in this room for the moment.. Before he came here, he knew of the various occupants of this cathedral, but didn't particularly find interest to engage them just yet. There was no merit in it, no reason to, and his curiosity of the building itself was enough.

 "I would not,"[/font] he answered truthfully. Armand knew that his lover was just the type to venture into places with a calm confidence should he become curious. He, himself, was the same. <font color="#f1374d]"I was just wondering if there were other motives to your actions."[/font] As he said this, his digits lowered to caress the side of the male's leg, moving from his hip. <font color="#f1374d]"I suppose my reasons are the same. There was a certain draw to this cathedral... I'm not sure what it is just yet."[/font]

Inverted Cathedral [Month 1/Day 5/Year 1] [Walk-In] - Angel Kimmi - 05-01-2015

<img style="avatar" style="max-width:35%;float:left;margin:0 18px;" src="http://i1248.photobucket.com/albums/hh490/Kim_Irvine/sidebar3.png] <font color="cd43f8] Luciefel hummed quietly in enjoyment of their close proximity, and while he could do without the Cello between them he made a sharp sound of surprise as it slipped from beneath his palm. His head turning sharply to the side in shock as he grabbed at the neck of the instrument before amethyst eyes caught sight of the snake like appendages that already had hold of it. He let out a soft sound of relief and released it to their control before turning his gaze back to Armand though it lacked any real bite behind the admonition, “Don’t scare me like that.”

 When his lover tugged at him he smiled again, one that reached his eyes and he slipped willingly between those long legs now that he was no longer obstructed. His free hand shifting to brush fingertips through his lover’s rich red strands while the other remained on top of the chair.

 “I was curious when I heard that someone had a collection that rivalled my own,” he stated quietly thinking of his own collection safely housed within his sanctuary, though this time his gaze didn’t wander. It was more than that though, the need for an escape… a break away from it all and likely his lover understood without him stating it out loud.

 Luciefel was enjoying the unexpected rendezvous with Armand, away from prying eyes. Things had never been ‘easy’ for them, they had worked hard to gain the level of comfort and understanding that they currently held but then another obstacle had arrived. Responsibilities and obligations that made up his daily life causing complications beyond his complete control.

 It was a balancing act for them both, though one that housed danger for his soulmate. The memory caused a narrowing of his eyes as nails dug into the fabric of the chair, Armand was not helpless to say the least but his lover deserved better than to be a target. Obviously those around him did not realise the darkness that lingered within him, one that he had learned to control and hide it so well. It would be unfortunate for them if they pushed him too far. For his patience only reached so far when it related to those he loved.

 “And…I wished for interlude away from prying eyes,” he finally added dryly with a soft sigh. Effectively giving away his line of thought though Armand may have already guessed from his expression since he was not specifically hiding his feelings from his lover. His eyes closed as he enjoyed the fingers sliding along his leg for a few moments before adding, “I had hoped that you might join me once you’d realised I was gone, I just hadn’t expected you to be a step ahead.”
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Inverted Cathedral [Month 1/Day 5/Year 1] [Walk-In] - SilentMystery - 05-02-2015

[size=small]Location: Music Tower
Target Role Player: [/font][size=small](Angel Kimmi)[/font]

 With his arm now wrapped around his lover after the change in position, his hand casually settled upon Luciefel's thigh while the other hand took its place on the male's knee. With the touch and the close vicinity of their persons, he could feel the tension in his lover, in which case his eyes switched upward beneath the shifting strands to look at his expression. The subtle bent in Luciefel's brow, the quickening of his heartbeat were other signs that he was all too familiar with. Dark hues softened from their usual focused and calculating stare, and his thumb gently rubbed at the knee it was situated on in an attempt to calm the other.

 Letting out a soft chuckle, the time he spent with Luciefel was enough to alert him of the underlying desires of the male. It somewhat matched his own - to finally have peace amongst the roles they played and what fate had chosen for them. It was probably the cause of their entire relationship, it being taboo in nature in various degrees. Each wanted a taste of something that they lacked in their own world and their place in society. This nature could have very well been the 'bind' that tied and roped in their affections for one another; a sort of co-dependence in one another, settled with their strong bond as evidence.

 "Then your wish is an easy one... for now anyway,"[/font] he murmured softly. Lifting his hand from his knee, he carefully captured the male's chin and guided his face toward him. Leaning upward, the soft and yet long tongue slithered out from its cave of sharp incisors and smoothly lapped along the edge of a jaw, following its curve until it met up with the edge of platinum hair. If it weren't for the strands, he probably would have made it to the lobe of an ear. Drawing back a bit, but keeping his lips close to the other's neck, he added, <font color="#f1374d]"I have not sensed another presence near us just yet... We can enjoy this moment for awhile."[/font]

Inverted Cathedral [Month 1/Day 5/Year 1] [Walk-In] - Angel Kimmi - 05-03-2015

<img style="avatar" src="http://i1248.photobucket.com/albums/hh490/Kim_Irvine/sidebar3.png" style="max-width:35%;float:left;margin:0 18px;] <font color="cd43f8] Luciefel relaxed within the familiar arms, shifting slightly into a more comfortable position on his lover’s lap as he released the top of the couch with effort. The male took a deep breath before letting it out slowly, recognising from the soothing touch across his clothed knee that Armand recognised his frustration, as he knew that he would. Armand was more prone to action than words, which at times made it difficult to know what he was thinking, but he was fairly certain that though he didn’t say it aloud, that their situation of late had been difficult for Armand as well.

 Dark lashes fluttered against pale cheeks as he leaned forward, his hands sliding to his lover’s shoulders. Fingertips smoothing along the firm muscles beneath the elegant attire as the tongue traced his jawline to where the silky platinum strands fell against his shoulder. He hummed quietly in enjoyment as heated breath fanned against his skin, “It is a nice change…”

 He referred to the lack of individuals around them though of course there was no doubt staff and an owner for this cathedral. Surely in time they’d run across someone, but for now he could just enjoy the peace and quiet. It still fanned the flames of his ire that others would presume to tell him who he should love even if they had not been so blatant about it he recognised the subtle hints. Love was something beyond reasoning, and even if it was not he would not be manipulated.

 Still Luciefel pushed the thoughts aside. There was no point in ruining a golden opportunity by spending the whole time fuming about the past. Platinum strands brushed back behind his ear and shoulder by one of his hands baring it further before moving it back to a broad shoulder. Amethyst eyes glimmered softly as he teased, “I was thinking that I would like to hear you read to me some time, for I do enjoy listening to you voice, which is difficult when you speak so infrequently.”
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Inverted Cathedral [Month 1/Day 5/Year 1] [Walk-In] - SilentMystery - 05-04-2015

[size=small]Location: Music Tower
Target Role Player: [/font][size=small](Angel Kimmi)[/font]

Once he felt the other's tension slip away, he, too, relaxed. The dark hues watched the male quietly as if waiting for any residual turmoil of emotion. His own silence only served to prove Luciefel's point, but the smile on his face said that he knew about this trait he possessed. It wasn't always so, but his silence developed over the years, increasing as the whispers around him grew louder - whispers that most would never experience... or should ever experience.

<font color="#f1374d]"If that is what you wish, my chosen," [/font]<font color="#ffffff]he purred quietly.[/font]<font color="#f1374d] "I have no problem reading for you."[/font] Slender digits released his chin and slid down his now exposed neck. He could feel the gentle pulse against the pads of his fingers, a soft 'lub-dub' that did its part in calming him. <font color="#f1374d]"...Though there are other ways to enjoy my voice."[/font] Those same fingers slowly wrapped around Luciefel's neck, making sure not to press too hard upon the other's adam's apple, and the nail of his thumb lightly scraped against the near porcelain skin. It was a very clean slice against the crook of the male's neck, fine and unnoticeable until just a small bead of crimson budded from the wound. He watched the way it glimmered under the light, bright at first before it could slowly but surely change in tone as the air affected it.

Tilting his head, almost in a curious fashion, he leaned forward. The length of his tongue was enough to reach it, and the tip of the soft muscle pushed against the cut and quite quickly lapped up the fluid while his fingers remained stationary around the upper portion of the male's neck. Once it was cleaned, he pulled back and slowly released his loose hold upon Luciefel, sliding his fingers down the male's chest.

<font color="#f1374d]"I know there are many ways you can... Perhaps right next to your ear as I narrate what I can and would be doing to you at that very moment..."[/font]

Inverted Cathedral [Month 1/Day 5/Year 1] [Walk-In] - Angel Kimmi - 05-05-2015

<img style="avatar" style="max-width:35%;float:left;margin:0 18px;" src="http://i1248.photobucket.com/albums/hh490/Kim_Irvine/sidebar3.png] <font color="cd43f8] Luciefel felt better when he ceased dwelling on what had been happening recently, and instead enjoyed the present. It was nice not to have to worry about who might walk in on you. Not that he’d minded some of the perks that went with it – he’d gotten to play ‘dominant’ much more frequently, though it really was a pain when he’d been feeling the opposite. It’d gotten to the point where he had seriously considered changing appearance just for an opportunity like this.

 The pale neck arched slightly beneath the fingers as they slid across smooth skin. He was about to agree that yes that was what he wanted though he paused before uttering the words, stopping at the added silken whisper near his ear. Ah…but the promise in those eight little words.

 He stilled within the circle of the arms, unmoving as slender artesian fingers wrapped around the delicate flesh. Luciefel worried his bottom lip with his teeth, a soft sound of pain escaping him though more at the sting afterwards and the tease of tongue against him than the initial cut. For his lover was always controlled and mindful in his actions.

 In further retrospect it did seem merely that Armand didn’t find enjoyment in small talk. He talked when there was something to discuss and if he had a reason. It was just that on occasion it wasn’t enough for the platinum-haired male, sometimes Luciefel just wanted to converse and hear what it was Armand was thinking. Even if his lover was thinking of all the things he’d like to do to him.

 Armand was so good at reading him. Both options held a certain appeal now.

 “Mm…you tease me with such promises Armand,” Luciefel stated softly as amethyst eyes glimmered softly. He knew that they were no idle offer or threat. His lover would enjoy every moment of teasing with words and action, something that his imagination could not even fully grasp. “Your voice is rich and sinfully pleasing even when talking about boring things like the weather.”

 That was not to say Luciefel didn't very much like the idea, there was no refusal or rebuke in his words.
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Inverted Cathedral [Month 1/Day 5/Year 1] [Walk-In] - SilentMystery - 05-06-2015

[size=small]Location: Music Tower
Target Role Player: [/font][size=small](Angel Kimmi)[/font]

There was something so satisfying in holding and caressing his lover. Similar to his previous captive, the cello, he explored what he could with his fingers. He followed the intricate designs in Luciefel's clothing, the length of his arm from shoulder to wrist, the slim yet very firm muscles that made up his thighs stretching until he settled upon his knees, and he did so slowly and easily, like a casual walk in a park. The movements were so natural to him as he familiarized himself with Luciefel's form yet again, and he ended up gently clasping both the other male's hands with his own as he sought to hold something, as if punctuating a temporary end.

Armand wasn't one to rush with things. He liked to take his actions slow, make them calculated so that each individual movement or decision was done with reason and with expected results. No move was wasted, and he handled situations in very much a similar manner - from the sensual touches upon his lover, to the final struggling breaths of an unfortunate victim. This male would consider both such situations a work of art in their own right, something to be admired and cherished for what they are. Why put so much energy and time into something that wasn't worth while? Why struggle for a pitiful result? If he was going to cause pleasure, might as well put forth enough effort to keep his lover wanting. Likewise, if he was going to cause pain, may that person never forget it. It was how Armand worked, and how he enjoyed the simple things in life, because to him, each moment has a meaningful reason no matter how minuscule it would seem to someone else. After all, all actions were a part of his life, and even for one that lived as long as he had, there was always something new to learn in the end.

<font color="#f1374d]"Luciefel..."[/font] he said quietly after a moment of thought. <font color="#f1374d]"The way you played that piano earlier was enchanting... It's been far too long since I've heard you play so freely."[/font] They had their share of music rooms, some more, some less than what this one had to offer. Each experience was a new one to him, especially in the presence of his lover. Even if the male played the same thing twice, Armand believed it would not be the same and that each time it was played, a different emotion would spring up from it. This time around was just what he said... free. Something within Luciefel seemed less constricted than what he heard within his castle. <font color="#f1374d]"Were you thinking of something as you were playing?"[/font]

Thumbs brushing against the back of his palms, he rested his cheek against the male's shoulder and smiled a bit before saying, <font color="#f1374d]"Or perhaps you weren't thinking at all... and that's why it sounded so different."
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Inverted Cathedral [Month 1/Day 5/Year 1] [Walk-In] - Angel Kimmi - 05-07-2015

<img style="max-width:35%;float:left;margin:0 18px;" style="avatar" src="http://i1248.photobucket.com/albums/hh490/Kim_Irvine/sidebar3.png] <font color="cd43f8] Luciefel smiled as fingertips smoothed over his jacket and over bare skin where it showed, it tickled almost but was very relaxing and calming. He stopped speaking for a time, just enjoying the moment though awareness was heightened at each brush of digits even as he quietly relaxed beneath the touch. He leaned back fully against Armand, legs stretched out with ankles crossed. His own fingers spread slightly to accommodate his lover as he their hands clasped.

 “Thank you,” he said quietly at the compliment even as he pondered the question. He supposed it had been some time since he’d played the piano rather than the violin. One thumb rubbing gently against the curve of his lover’s hand, tracing the joints of his lover’s thumb idly as he contemplated. Perhaps that was the truth of the matter, it had been some time since he’d felt so relaxed and free…free from tension, responsibilities and of concern for others, if only temporarily.

 For that was what music was, an expression of emotion and thoughts without words, it was all projected in the movements of the body and the way you played. Perhaps it was one of the reasons he loved listening to Armand play, aside from the skill and beauty of the music itself was the expressiveness. One that brought emotion from the audience - Armand’s playing on occasion had brought Luciefel to tears.

 Remembering the quiet abandon and lack of concern as he got caught up in the ebb and flow of the music that came both from memory as well as his heart. The free and pure expression that had flowed from him. He hummed quietly in contentment as he felt Armand rest against his shoulder, “You are right. I wasn’t thinking about anything in particular except for the music today and it has been quite some time since I have let go entirely with my music. Often concerns and responsibilities still cloud my mind which reflects in the music I play.”

 As the other male traced over the back of his hands as his own stilled. “Free is a very apt word.”
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Inverted Cathedral [Month 1/Day 5/Year 1] [Walk-In] - SilentMystery - 05-10-2015

[size=small]Location: Music Tower
Target Role Player: [/font][size=small](Angel Kimmi)[/font]

Armand could fully understand that feeling now. With his former 'king' taken out of the picture, he was now free to decide what he wanted to do with his life - and that wasn't such an easy task for a being that had lived as long as he had and done many... many things. While deep in thought, his thumbs stopped in their movements, and he watched the small dust particles float within the air under the streams of sunlight. Doing so was almost hypnotic in a way, but he was aware of his wandering mind and just like clockwork the silence that surrounded them began to melt away into the whispers that only he could hear.

'Play a tune... Does it hurt? Don't cry... It would be your last performance. You should enjoy it...'

<font color="#f1374d]"Too much freedom could be tiring as well..."[/font] he said suddenly. Just like that, the strange voices were silent again. The rhythmic movement of his thumbs began again, just slowly tracing from the middle of the back of Luciefel's palm to just over the knuckles. He repeated the action calmly as if he had not just heard those troubling thoughts, words that he may or may not have spoken before to an individual. Remembering the reason behind the whispers wasn't so easy at times, but he knew he would eventually. It really didn't bother him at this point in time, the trait far too old in what it was to ever really consider it anymore.

 His focus returned to his lover, whom he noticed got comfortable against him. It had taken such a long time to get Luciefel like this. Well, normally, Luciefel wasn't one to worry, too, much about his welfare, being what he was and knowing the things he knew, but to get the man to truly relax was a feat, and now Armand was enjoying the fruits of their struggle to understand one another.

Inverted Cathedral [Month 1/Day 5/Year 1] [Walk-In] - Angel Kimmi - 05-17-2015

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 <font color="cd43f8] Armand was right of course. Despite the way that his responsibilities interfered with his life and what he wanted to do, if it came down to it, he wouldn’t have his life any other way. Luciefel enjoyed being busy, of having a purpose even if it did get in the way sometimes. For when you were their age you had already seen and done so much, boredom and too much time on your hands could be a dangerous thing – too much time to think, to regret and brood.

 There were many things that he had done, choices made carefully that still had consequences, not always ones that he had been ready for. Unexpected repercussions. The last time he had sought escape from his thoughts and the regret that weighed heavily on his shoulders it had drawn him to Earth as well, perhaps that was why Daemiir worried so. He had brought back a young child, his daughter who had done much to ease the pain that had wracked his heart and bring joy to his life. Others had been displeased at that development as well.

 Though some things could never be forgotten.

 The amethyst eyes drifted towards Armand’s profile, before shifting to the digits that traced across the sensitive skin of his palm, bringing a smile to his lips. Gaze then flicking up to meet deep black, “You are right, I would not change my circumstances though they drive me to distraction. I suppose that is the point. Too much time to think and regret, to reminisce is dangerous for beings such as us…”

 “Though perhaps I would not mind going mad if it was with you,” Luciefel said teasingly as he lifted his other hand up and brushed his fingertips along his lover’s jaw line, his thumb brushing across soft lips before the fingertips followed the line to his ear. His voice turned more pensive as thoughts skimmed over the past. “Or perhaps I am already a little mad, and just don’t realise it yet.”

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Inverted Cathedral [Month 1/Day 5/Year 1] [Walk-In] - SilentMystery - 05-29-2015

[size=small]Location: Music Tower
Target Role Player: [/font][size=small]Angel Kimmi[/font]

His lover's gentle touch lead him into a calm sense of peace where nothing existed but them and no sound was perceived but Luciefel's voice. Armand focused on the other male intently while a smile threatened to appear on his face at his last statement. Who could really judge what is mad and what is not? What is really normalcy in this world? Who decided the rules and expectations of the living and dead? Why would they want to, and what would come of it? To think that his lover had an instance of madness in his core tickled his insides. It was a humorous thought, albeit not so far fetched. After all, who would think to couple with a being such as he - the incorporation of emotions and essences themselves, and the sickening and raw truth of a warped mortality.

<font color="#f1374d]"I would not mind you journeying into madness with me, Luciefel... In fact, I would prefer it,"[/font] he answered in a low and calm voice. Though the tone of his voice was so soft, there was something almost... haunting about it, like it contained some hidden secret. Attention now drawn solely on his lover and not the voices that seemed to plague him every now and then, he continued, having not forgotten the other topic mentioned, Ebony orbs switched over to the other male's slender fingers, causing him to turn his head toward them. He brushed his lips against those fingers, keeping the light touch Luciefel showed upon them not moments before. His mouth parted ever so slightly and the tip of a tongue peaked out to gently lap at a digit.

<font color="#f1374d] "It is the same as worrying. There is no point. What's done and what is yet to be done is just the way things are. Something will always happen and only the strong can adapt - the foolish fight and seek struggle. To change, to hope to change, and to wish to change is unnecessary when it comes to the past." [/font]

Inverted Cathedral [Month 1/Day 5/Year 1] [Walk-In] - Angel Kimmi - 06-06-2015

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 <font color="cd43f8] Luciefel pondered idly the idea of sanity or lack of it. Who was to say whether he was still sane or not? For when you lived as long as they had it was highly possible that it had been lost somewhere in the past few centuries though personally he thought he’d retained quite a bit more than some of those his age. He was quite reasonable to deal with when people weren’t endangering those people important to him - like trying to kill Armand. But of course that was his somewhat biased opinion, mad or not, his lover did bring out the best and worst in him at times.

 Still languishing in the deep rich tones of his lover’s voice as it washed over him gently as they sat idly together. A smile curving his lips in pleasure, he could do with more of this peace and quiet perhaps they would have to see if they could stay awhile. He had no doubt that he would willingly spiral to the depths of madness if it meant that he could be with Armand for an eternity.

 As lips brushed against his fingers followed by the wet tongue that teased the digit, he felt a warmth in his heart and a stirring of something else. Even such a small gesture led his mind down a more sinful path. “Oh really? We should go mad together? It would be quite the adventure down the rabbit hole… but I must admit that I have yet to stop regretting or worrying.”

 The thought caused him minor amusement, he wasn’t certain if he would ever cease worrying about Armand or Valehria. Or even his people at large. He adapted and yet there were always things that he couldn’t help but regret, even if they didn’t pain him as much as they used to.

 “You are incredibly wise my Love…you have so much to teach me. Perhaps too much worrying is why I am tired all the time.” Retaining the light tone he slipped in a bit of innuendo in with the compliment as he gazed into the dark eyes. “Though originally I did think that was your fault.”

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Inverted Cathedral [Month 1/Day 5/Year 1] [Walk-In] - SilentMystery - 06-07-2015

[size=small]Location: Music Tower
Target Role Player: [/font][size=small]Angel Kimmi[/font]

For a brief moment, the simple smile he wore slipped into one of mischief as he replied, <font color="#f1374d]"Oh no. The majority of your lost energy is entirely my fault."[/font] There was no real tone of pride as he said those words, just a factual one, as if that was how things were. Though his eyes were similar to a shark's at that moment, honed in on his lover, they still held a warmth that was only reserved for his chosen - true warmth and not the facade he was known to master quite easily.

 A pause and then those eyes focused on the piano just a bit away from them. The sunlight had shifted over time so that the stream wasn't directly on the impressive instrument, but to its side, leaving it in the shadowed area of the sun's light. Curiously, it suit the scene perfectly, and he chuckled, resting his cheek against Luciefel's shoulder.

<font color="#f1374d]"I have half the mind to bend you over the body of that piano you were just playing earlier. Your song was beautiful, and you just as beautiful. The way your mind was drifting as you played tempted me so. I wanted to take your mind elsewhere as well."[/font] There was truth and nothing more in those words. However rich and velvety Armand's voice was, there was no shaking the blatant sexual flirtation the words held. It was a healthy mix of sweet and sinister.

Inverted Cathedral [Month 1/Day 5/Year 1] [Walk-In] - Angel Kimmi - 06-07-2015

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 <font color="cd43f8] Luciefel chuckled softly at his lover’s flawless response, not at all surprised that his lover was more than happy to take the blame for his lack of energy. Amethyst eyes glimmered softly as he met the obsidian orbs briefly, basking in the warmth and affection which was for him alone. “Well it’s nice to know you take full blame and responsibility for my exhaustion and lack of energy,” he said with mild amusement as he felt his lover shift and rest his cheek against his shoulder.

 It was so peaceful and quiet within the tower, almost like they were in their own little corner of the world away from others. It wasn’t a bad thought. Curiosity appearing in his gaze at the chuckle from his lover, curious as to what it was that Armand was thinking.

 The unspoken question was answered soon enough and he felt the words like a caress. Slipping down his spine like dark treacle to pool in his lower body, his toes curling within the black lace-up boots. Dark lashes swept downwards against his cheeks as he closed his eyes, languishing in the mix of compliments and flirtation. Luciefel couldn’t avoid the erotic images that came to mind when Armand murmured such things against his shoulder in such a sensual dark tone.

 “Mm…such promises. Still, I am glad to hear that my performance roused such a response from you,” he said quietly even as his mind was caught up in the promise of those words. His heart beat increasing in response to the stirring of arousal, “Though you always take my mind elsewhere…you affect like no other.”
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