[/img]"http://i.imgur.com/KKNXj4H.png" style="avatar" style="max-width:25%;float:left;margin:0 18px;]Challenge accepted, feisty one.
Providence's games should never be too easy when it came to the supernatural, having to ponder just how many tricks up his sleeves did he have to pull to get his partner to willingly spread their tight cunts. Four? Five maybe? No more than ten he'd hoped, otherwise he may have to resort to other measures. Measures that required some discipline and perhaps a little bloodshed. Or a whole lot, it mattered not to the Vereaux as long as he got his point across; He is king and you are a dog. A bitch. A whore. A slave who's sole purpose of living was to service him and nothing more. A warped logic some will argue, but logic nonetheless. So when this feisty Fae had the gall to ask him if he needed something, Providence had already thought of a million different answers he thought would suffice.
But lest not forget the game Providence was playing. Games had rules, strategy, and foresight. Crushing your enemy was dreadfully boring. A good game required time and patience with a bit of suffering in between. Good calls put you two steps ahead bad calls put you two steps behind. No matter, Providence would still be fucking them in the ass no matter the distance.
"Looking for Ki. Hoping to catch good company while I'm around, but I suppose you can fill the void, yeah?"
Grinning, the Fae closed the length between himself and the two women, closely looking over the small and significant details scattered among their person. More so the redheaded Fae than that horn-headed pig he could describe as a succubus. He could be wrong, but Providence couldn't care less. "Sorry, where are my manners? One must first introduce themselves when a greeting a woman of your caliber. I'm Providence Lyon Vereaux," the male greeted, dropping his bag to the floor beside him. "And before you go introducing yourself, let me guess..." Beginning his circle around the female, he thought aloud as he did, "Let's see here... Posture straight indicating you're no slouch. Nails manicured, hair braided up, no bags under the eyes meaning you don't lose sleep over your job signifying you're either really bad or really good. Fitted blazer, lace top that screams professional but also like a beer or two when all is said and done. Tablet under your arm telling me you're here not on vacation, but business..." Providence's eyes then felt a bit lower to where his most favorite part lied, "A skirt I, personally, would love to hike up to see if your ass is as good as I imagine..." He stopped behind the fae, brushing his fingers along her legs as they traveled north towards the hem of her skirt he lifted slightly before leaning in close to her ear. "Oops, forgive me. Those thoughts were a bit too personal, weren't they?"
Now, where was he? Ah! Yes! Providence continued his round once more before stopping in front of the redhead, a full head over her. "Do women really enjoy when men compliment their shoes? If so, those heels are to die for. Which leads me to one conclusion... You're a Watcher. Ki's Watcher, am I right? Still, can't put a name to the pretty face. You arrrrrrrre?" He trailed his question, giving the woman a moment to answer.
Providence's games should never be too easy when it came to the supernatural, having to ponder just how many tricks up his sleeves did he have to pull to get his partner to willingly spread their tight cunts. Four? Five maybe? No more than ten he'd hoped, otherwise he may have to resort to other measures. Measures that required some discipline and perhaps a little bloodshed. Or a whole lot, it mattered not to the Vereaux as long as he got his point across; He is king and you are a dog. A bitch. A whore. A slave who's sole purpose of living was to service him and nothing more. A warped logic some will argue, but logic nonetheless. So when this feisty Fae had the gall to ask him if he needed something, Providence had already thought of a million different answers he thought would suffice.
But lest not forget the game Providence was playing. Games had rules, strategy, and foresight. Crushing your enemy was dreadfully boring. A good game required time and patience with a bit of suffering in between. Good calls put you two steps ahead bad calls put you two steps behind. No matter, Providence would still be fucking them in the ass no matter the distance.
"Looking for Ki. Hoping to catch good company while I'm around, but I suppose you can fill the void, yeah?"
Grinning, the Fae closed the length between himself and the two women, closely looking over the small and significant details scattered among their person. More so the redheaded Fae than that horn-headed pig he could describe as a succubus. He could be wrong, but Providence couldn't care less. "Sorry, where are my manners? One must first introduce themselves when a greeting a woman of your caliber. I'm Providence Lyon Vereaux," the male greeted, dropping his bag to the floor beside him. "And before you go introducing yourself, let me guess..." Beginning his circle around the female, he thought aloud as he did, "Let's see here... Posture straight indicating you're no slouch. Nails manicured, hair braided up, no bags under the eyes meaning you don't lose sleep over your job signifying you're either really bad or really good. Fitted blazer, lace top that screams professional but also like a beer or two when all is said and done. Tablet under your arm telling me you're here not on vacation, but business..." Providence's eyes then felt a bit lower to where his most favorite part lied, "A skirt I, personally, would love to hike up to see if your ass is as good as I imagine..." He stopped behind the fae, brushing his fingers along her legs as they traveled north towards the hem of her skirt he lifted slightly before leaning in close to her ear. "Oops, forgive me. Those thoughts were a bit too personal, weren't they?"
Now, where was he? Ah! Yes! Providence continued his round once more before stopping in front of the redhead, a full head over her. "Do women really enjoy when men compliment their shoes? If so, those heels are to die for. Which leads me to one conclusion... You're a Watcher. Ki's Watcher, am I right? Still, can't put a name to the pretty face. You arrrrrrrre?" He trailed his question, giving the woman a moment to answer.
Caiohme's brow managed to cinch together even tighter. A fleeting sneer scrunched her nose in distaste, but she lifted her free hand to pinch the bridge of it, and smooth out those pesky features. She dropped her hand when her face was an emotionless mask once more, but all the irritation only transferred to her hand that clutched tightly on her briefcase.
All these other Vereaux coming in here for Ki were going to give her an aneurysm.
"I'm not here to entertain you." She figured her words would fall on deaf ears. The cocky ones like him tended to do whatever they wanted, whenever they wanted. She was only in charge of Ki and she could barely control her.
Providence?
The watcher went completely still, it was similar to a rabbit under the gaze of a wolf. What in all the worlds was he doing here? Chance's progeny of all things showing up on the tea house's doorstep could, by no means, end well for any of them.
She rolled her shoulders, in an attempt not to hunch in a pouting manner when he began to circle. He intimidated her, even though she didn't want to be intimidated. Caiohme's nature was only predatory in the bedroom.
This would not be escalating to the bedroom.
She adjusted her jacket when he pointed it out, and bristled when he stopped behind her. The words were hot on her neck, and she spun around quickly to face him when he laid hands on her.
She smoothed her own over the skirt, again. She cleared her throat with a pointed look as if to imply he was being very inappropriate. She knew he wouldn't care, but she had a status to uphold.
"Caiohme Arden," she concedes after a moment of silence. She'd been watching his multi-colored eyes turn circles. "I am indeed Ki's Watcher, and yes, I am very good at my job. All of them."
She moved closer to a table, to set down her things and get away from him. She wasn't particularly occupied with Sybil, but had not intended to ignore her either, but this baby Vereaux was A Problem.
"What brings you here, Providence? Far from home aren't you?"
All these other Vereaux coming in here for Ki were going to give her an aneurysm.
"I'm not here to entertain you." She figured her words would fall on deaf ears. The cocky ones like him tended to do whatever they wanted, whenever they wanted. She was only in charge of Ki and she could barely control her.
Providence?
The watcher went completely still, it was similar to a rabbit under the gaze of a wolf. What in all the worlds was he doing here? Chance's progeny of all things showing up on the tea house's doorstep could, by no means, end well for any of them.
She rolled her shoulders, in an attempt not to hunch in a pouting manner when he began to circle. He intimidated her, even though she didn't want to be intimidated. Caiohme's nature was only predatory in the bedroom.
This would not be escalating to the bedroom.
She adjusted her jacket when he pointed it out, and bristled when he stopped behind her. The words were hot on her neck, and she spun around quickly to face him when he laid hands on her.
She smoothed her own over the skirt, again. She cleared her throat with a pointed look as if to imply he was being very inappropriate. She knew he wouldn't care, but she had a status to uphold.
"Caiohme Arden," she concedes after a moment of silence. She'd been watching his multi-colored eyes turn circles. "I am indeed Ki's Watcher, and yes, I am very good at my job. All of them."
She moved closer to a table, to set down her things and get away from him. She wasn't particularly occupied with Sybil, but had not intended to ignore her either, but this baby Vereaux was A Problem.
"What brings you here, Providence? Far from home aren't you?"
I fear no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) I want no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true) and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing is you.
[/img]"http://i.imgur.com/KKNXj4H.png" style="avatar" style="max-width:25%;float:left;margin:0 18px;]"I'm not here to entertain you."
Providence wanted to laugh. He did, really. But what escaped were chuckles he muffled with a hand over his mouth. Contrary to belief, Miss Watcher was entertaining him regardless her awareness. The woman's statements most certainly fell upon deaf ears unless the Vereaux heard anything close to, "please hike up this skirt and fuck me in the ass." That's all he wanted to hear. That's all he EVER wanted to hear really. Curse his attraction to such uptight women even if they made the best bed partners.
When the Watcher had spun on her heels to shoot him a stare of how inappropriate he'd been behaving, Providence gave the fae his best half-lidded stare and smile. Did she like her men polite and friendly? He could do that. Maybe. Probably not, but he was willing to try this new approach. His head tilted in that moment of silence the Watcher used before answering his trailed question, "Caiohme Arden?" He questioned, attempting to recall where he heard the name before it clicked and he snapped a finger toward her. "I win the case, you buy the drinks, right? It all comes together now." His gaze momentarily left Caiohme's features to give their other company a glance, wanting a sign of acknowledgment that his presumption was correct, but it never came. Did something happen? Providence could have sworn he heard something of a gleeful woman speaking with the lawyer before he butted in. Hmmm... Strange one this one.
Oh well.
Providence's attention again turned to the Arden, following behind to join her at her table. Did she think she could get away so easily? Gotta try harder as the Vereaux picked up his feet to rest upon the stand, crossing his legs at the ankle. Might as well make himself comfortable at home, yes? Only one problem: where the fuck were his sandwiches plated on a silver tray? Providence was ready to yell his demands when he was abruptly cut off by Caiohme's question of his interest in being here and being so far away from home.
"Aren't we both?" He answered, well aware all Fae started in The Dreaming before growing in Arcadia. "My younger sister entered the fleshlands first. Couldn't understand why she wanted to come here, so I came here myself looking for answers. Interestingly enough, met my mother first in my search. Gave me a lot to think about of how her life here has been so far and why she's done what she's done. She also said to me that I was the only one who could continue her legacy." His explanation seemed genuine enough, lifting those swirling irises to the Arden when he followed up with, "So what better way to start by gathering the family and seeing Ki."
It wasn't an entire lie. He did, in fact, come to see Ki but for very different reasons he couldn't say just yet.
"What about you? Any other reason you came down here other than being Ki's Watcher?"
Providence wanted to laugh. He did, really. But what escaped were chuckles he muffled with a hand over his mouth. Contrary to belief, Miss Watcher was entertaining him regardless her awareness. The woman's statements most certainly fell upon deaf ears unless the Vereaux heard anything close to, "please hike up this skirt and fuck me in the ass." That's all he wanted to hear. That's all he EVER wanted to hear really. Curse his attraction to such uptight women even if they made the best bed partners.
When the Watcher had spun on her heels to shoot him a stare of how inappropriate he'd been behaving, Providence gave the fae his best half-lidded stare and smile. Did she like her men polite and friendly? He could do that. Maybe. Probably not, but he was willing to try this new approach. His head tilted in that moment of silence the Watcher used before answering his trailed question, "Caiohme Arden?" He questioned, attempting to recall where he heard the name before it clicked and he snapped a finger toward her. "I win the case, you buy the drinks, right? It all comes together now." His gaze momentarily left Caiohme's features to give their other company a glance, wanting a sign of acknowledgment that his presumption was correct, but it never came. Did something happen? Providence could have sworn he heard something of a gleeful woman speaking with the lawyer before he butted in. Hmmm... Strange one this one.
Oh well.
Providence's attention again turned to the Arden, following behind to join her at her table. Did she think she could get away so easily? Gotta try harder as the Vereaux picked up his feet to rest upon the stand, crossing his legs at the ankle. Might as well make himself comfortable at home, yes? Only one problem: where the fuck were his sandwiches plated on a silver tray? Providence was ready to yell his demands when he was abruptly cut off by Caiohme's question of his interest in being here and being so far away from home.
"Aren't we both?" He answered, well aware all Fae started in The Dreaming before growing in Arcadia. "My younger sister entered the fleshlands first. Couldn't understand why she wanted to come here, so I came here myself looking for answers. Interestingly enough, met my mother first in my search. Gave me a lot to think about of how her life here has been so far and why she's done what she's done. She also said to me that I was the only one who could continue her legacy." His explanation seemed genuine enough, lifting those swirling irises to the Arden when he followed up with, "So what better way to start by gathering the family and seeing Ki."
It wasn't an entire lie. He did, in fact, come to see Ki but for very different reasons he couldn't say just yet.
"What about you? Any other reason you came down here other than being Ki's Watcher?"
[/img]"http://i.imgur.com/MLwbzY4.png" style="max-width:25%;float:left;margin:0 18px;" style="avatar]Her neutral mask was quickly replaced by one of exasperation. Caiohme had never been good at hiding her emotions or keeping her temper in check. Which had resulted in many a bar fight once upon a time. He was laughing at her, and doing very little to conceal it. The way he covered his mouth to stifle teasing chuckles absolutely should not have been somewhat cute.
She mimicked the tilt of his head, though she had not mean to. Had not meant to watch him so intently, to get so distracted by the swirl of his eyes. Too much time in the Fleshlands, too long hiding behind glamour and interacting with those who were doing the same.
"Yes, that's correct." She rolled her eyes, and made an annoyed clicking noise with her tongue against teeth, not entirely fond of the slogan. "So, wonderful that my reputation proceeds me."
The way she walked past him again when he neared the table almost made it seem like she was running away. She cast eyes over the few other people that stood in the tea house, unattended. At the counter, she tapped the silver bell waiting there, somewhat impatiently to draw the attention of the useless serving staff within. Perhaps, they could do their jobs so she did not have to.
Caiohme had not been referring to Arcadia with her comment, but to the One Night Stand, on the other side of the city. She was well aware of the fondness that his lineage had for the place, but she did not understand it. Her last appearance there had ended in one of those aforementioned bar fights with a disproportionately confrontational mage.
A brow perked, interested. "You met your mother?"
Chance Vereaux was not easy to find, not that Caiohme herself had ever gone looking. "That must have been interesting."
Rejoining him at the table, she took a seat of her own, since that seemed to be what they were doing. She shrugged out of her blazer and draped it over the back of the chair and crossed one long leg over the other. She may as well appear to be good company, since there was nothing she could do about Ki and her poor choice of hobbies. She could only wait it out and delicately scold the Fae at a later point in time.
"The only one? That seems hard to believe given your various other siblings. Quite a daunting responsibility for her to saddle you with."
Using both hands to push wayward strands back into the braid that wrapped around her head like a crown she shook her head, and that disgusted noise sounded off in her throat again. She didn't like the idea of him 'gathering the family up.' The Vereaux were bad enough on their own without pooling them all together, and she certainly did not like his intention to involve Ki, if that's what this was about.
"There is absolutely no reason to be here, other than being Ki's watcher."
She mimicked the tilt of his head, though she had not mean to. Had not meant to watch him so intently, to get so distracted by the swirl of his eyes. Too much time in the Fleshlands, too long hiding behind glamour and interacting with those who were doing the same.
"Yes, that's correct." She rolled her eyes, and made an annoyed clicking noise with her tongue against teeth, not entirely fond of the slogan. "So, wonderful that my reputation proceeds me."
The way she walked past him again when he neared the table almost made it seem like she was running away. She cast eyes over the few other people that stood in the tea house, unattended. At the counter, she tapped the silver bell waiting there, somewhat impatiently to draw the attention of the useless serving staff within. Perhaps, they could do their jobs so she did not have to.
Caiohme had not been referring to Arcadia with her comment, but to the One Night Stand, on the other side of the city. She was well aware of the fondness that his lineage had for the place, but she did not understand it. Her last appearance there had ended in one of those aforementioned bar fights with a disproportionately confrontational mage.
A brow perked, interested. "You met your mother?"
Chance Vereaux was not easy to find, not that Caiohme herself had ever gone looking. "That must have been interesting."
Rejoining him at the table, she took a seat of her own, since that seemed to be what they were doing. She shrugged out of her blazer and draped it over the back of the chair and crossed one long leg over the other. She may as well appear to be good company, since there was nothing she could do about Ki and her poor choice of hobbies. She could only wait it out and delicately scold the Fae at a later point in time.
"The only one? That seems hard to believe given your various other siblings. Quite a daunting responsibility for her to saddle you with."
Using both hands to push wayward strands back into the braid that wrapped around her head like a crown she shook her head, and that disgusted noise sounded off in her throat again. She didn't like the idea of him 'gathering the family up.' The Vereaux were bad enough on their own without pooling them all together, and she certainly did not like his intention to involve Ki, if that's what this was about.
"There is absolutely no reason to be here, other than being Ki's watcher."
I fear no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) I want no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true) and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing is you.
[/img]"http://i.imgur.com/KKNXj4H.png" style="avatar" style="max-width:25%;float:left;margin:0 18px;]Well, well, well now... Had Providence perhaps captured the woman's interest?
The Vereaux would say so, mimicking every subtle head movement so he'd never lost contact with her heterochromia. The way they stared so inquisitively of the creature before her. "Why am I so drawn? He's narcissistic. Malevolent. Violent. So, why am I unable to refrain myself from drowning in those swirling pools of yore?" Providence loved to imagine the infinite questions that must be running through her mind. All the good and all the bad. Caiohme's freedom to believe what she thought and knew of a person was her's. What was truly frightening was how said person would react to such beliefs. The Watcher couldn't know what was stopping the Vereaux from taking a swipe at the woman's throat.
Then again, neither did Providence.
She was created a Fae much like him. Her strengths, her weaknesses were identical to his own. In a dispute of strength and speed, Providence couldn't say who would win. They both fought on even grounds. The real war was psychological. Who could put up the better bluff and assert a sense of dominance between the two. Providence was willing to rise to the challenge, but was she? Could Caiohme call his bullshit? As a lawyer, one would have to assume her experiences in the courtroom gave her the edge. But had she ever faced something quite like the Vereaux? The son of a loose-canon mother and incubus father. Just how good of a head did he really have on his shoulder?
He guessed... the Arden would just have to wait and see, now wouldn't she?
At this moment, fortune favored him.
"The only one," Providence reassured when she questioned his other siblings. "'Kismet, as my mother's words exact, is a fragile creature if she's ever known one. It would be best for Kismet to not be drawn to our mother's life in fear for her safety. So, who else does that leave?" A rhetorical question he'd given, grinning from ear-to-ear of all the wishes and hopes he would put forth soon enough. "Because despite her actions, I AM clan. And they can not abandon me." It was always interesting how Providence spoke, able to expertly paint pictures with words, and if Caiohme was able to figure out the sort of person Providence was, she'd be able to see the chaos of his dreams in mind.
"But enough about me. It seems you already have a firm grasp of who I am. Let's hear about you," the man began, catching her sole reason of being here was because she was Ki's Watcher. "C'mon now, surely there has to be something else... Maybe it's how you enjoy shattering a man's soul in the courtroom. Do you enjoy the way they look at you with such hatred and angst with wishes you'd never been born. Or maybe it's the way they look at you with lust. How could a woman be so imperfect, and yet, perfect at the same time. Surely she must be supernatural, am I right? The scale in which these humans think is so small compared to us. It's amusing. Have I given you some food for thought? Would this conversation be any more interesting if I were a human client instead? I'd like to learn it all."
The Vereaux would say so, mimicking every subtle head movement so he'd never lost contact with her heterochromia. The way they stared so inquisitively of the creature before her. "Why am I so drawn? He's narcissistic. Malevolent. Violent. So, why am I unable to refrain myself from drowning in those swirling pools of yore?" Providence loved to imagine the infinite questions that must be running through her mind. All the good and all the bad. Caiohme's freedom to believe what she thought and knew of a person was her's. What was truly frightening was how said person would react to such beliefs. The Watcher couldn't know what was stopping the Vereaux from taking a swipe at the woman's throat.
Then again, neither did Providence.
She was created a Fae much like him. Her strengths, her weaknesses were identical to his own. In a dispute of strength and speed, Providence couldn't say who would win. They both fought on even grounds. The real war was psychological. Who could put up the better bluff and assert a sense of dominance between the two. Providence was willing to rise to the challenge, but was she? Could Caiohme call his bullshit? As a lawyer, one would have to assume her experiences in the courtroom gave her the edge. But had she ever faced something quite like the Vereaux? The son of a loose-canon mother and incubus father. Just how good of a head did he really have on his shoulder?
He guessed... the Arden would just have to wait and see, now wouldn't she?
At this moment, fortune favored him.
"The only one," Providence reassured when she questioned his other siblings. "'Kismet, as my mother's words exact, is a fragile creature if she's ever known one. It would be best for Kismet to not be drawn to our mother's life in fear for her safety. So, who else does that leave?" A rhetorical question he'd given, grinning from ear-to-ear of all the wishes and hopes he would put forth soon enough. "Because despite her actions, I AM clan. And they can not abandon me." It was always interesting how Providence spoke, able to expertly paint pictures with words, and if Caiohme was able to figure out the sort of person Providence was, she'd be able to see the chaos of his dreams in mind.
"But enough about me. It seems you already have a firm grasp of who I am. Let's hear about you," the man began, catching her sole reason of being here was because she was Ki's Watcher. "C'mon now, surely there has to be something else... Maybe it's how you enjoy shattering a man's soul in the courtroom. Do you enjoy the way they look at you with such hatred and angst with wishes you'd never been born. Or maybe it's the way they look at you with lust. How could a woman be so imperfect, and yet, perfect at the same time. Surely she must be supernatural, am I right? The scale in which these humans think is so small compared to us. It's amusing. Have I given you some food for thought? Would this conversation be any more interesting if I were a human client instead? I'd like to learn it all."
<img style="max-width:25%;float:left;margin:0 18px;" src="http://i.imgur.com/MLwbzY4.png" style="avatar]Caiohme didn't know Providence. She knew of him, of course, but in name and nothing more. The progeny of Chance Vereaux were never given a good reputation, but gossip alone was never enough to truly know what a person was all about. The Watcher was by no means, prey, but that didn't stop Providence from behaving like a predator. She could not determine his intentions; could not could she determine whether this façade of his was all an act.
She could only hope that he was more rational than his mother, and not as fragile as his sister. Briefly, she found herself wondering where his Watcher was, or if he even had one. Not that there was a single force that could keep a Fae in check if they didn't want to be monitored. She would have felt a bit better knowing that he wasn't being left completely to his own devices.
She frowned at him. She could see that he had plans without him having to tell her. Could see the malevolence in them without having to ask. She would still ask, however. The Arden found no comfort in being silently curious. "What aspects of your mother's legacy are you interested in carrying on?" If one could consider Chance fucking and eating her way across the world a legacy, it was news to Caiohme. Nothing else immediately came to mind when she tried to think about what exactly Chance brought to the table for the Vereaux.
He wanted to talk about her, and she didn't. Not her place to offer information freely, only to compile it. She uncrossed and crossed her legs again in the opposite configuration. She leaned back on the chair, and laced her fingers together in her lap. She looked like a lawyer now, one who was listening in to the story of a potential client with emotionless features.
"I do not enjoy anything about humans," she begins, unclasping her hands momentarily to wave down a server. They would not approach the table because she always requested the same thing. "Would you like to order anything?" She would ask Providence, because she was very good a pretending to be polite. She'd continue talking while he thought about it.
"I do not care what they think of me. What they want of me, but living in the Fleshlands is expensive," she complains, with a wrinkle of her nose. "It doesn't matter who or what you are. We're outnumbered by humans, here, and their desire for material wealth is unavoidable. Ki has this," she gestures around the interior of the tea house with a brief wave of both hands. "And I tell lies to trick humans for money, because they are so unbelievably stupid." Superbly over-simplified, but it got her point across.
She brushed back her bangs, as a serving girl brought a steaming pot of tea and set it before her without a word. Pouring herself a cup - coconut oolong tea with a bit of milk and sugar- she took a sip before continuing. "If I could convince Ki to leave this all behind and return to Arcadia I would. However, it is not my place. Therefore, here we are."
She could only hope that he was more rational than his mother, and not as fragile as his sister. Briefly, she found herself wondering where his Watcher was, or if he even had one. Not that there was a single force that could keep a Fae in check if they didn't want to be monitored. She would have felt a bit better knowing that he wasn't being left completely to his own devices.
She frowned at him. She could see that he had plans without him having to tell her. Could see the malevolence in them without having to ask. She would still ask, however. The Arden found no comfort in being silently curious. "What aspects of your mother's legacy are you interested in carrying on?" If one could consider Chance fucking and eating her way across the world a legacy, it was news to Caiohme. Nothing else immediately came to mind when she tried to think about what exactly Chance brought to the table for the Vereaux.
He wanted to talk about her, and she didn't. Not her place to offer information freely, only to compile it. She uncrossed and crossed her legs again in the opposite configuration. She leaned back on the chair, and laced her fingers together in her lap. She looked like a lawyer now, one who was listening in to the story of a potential client with emotionless features.
"I do not enjoy anything about humans," she begins, unclasping her hands momentarily to wave down a server. They would not approach the table because she always requested the same thing. "Would you like to order anything?" She would ask Providence, because she was very good a pretending to be polite. She'd continue talking while he thought about it.
"I do not care what they think of me. What they want of me, but living in the Fleshlands is expensive," she complains, with a wrinkle of her nose. "It doesn't matter who or what you are. We're outnumbered by humans, here, and their desire for material wealth is unavoidable. Ki has this," she gestures around the interior of the tea house with a brief wave of both hands. "And I tell lies to trick humans for money, because they are so unbelievably stupid." Superbly over-simplified, but it got her point across.
She brushed back her bangs, as a serving girl brought a steaming pot of tea and set it before her without a word. Pouring herself a cup - coconut oolong tea with a bit of milk and sugar- she took a sip before continuing. "If I could convince Ki to leave this all behind and return to Arcadia I would. However, it is not my place. Therefore, here we are."
I fear no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) I want no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true) and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing is you.
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A frown?
The feedback furrowed his brows in disappointment. Any measure he'd taken in bedding with the Arden had taken it's turn. Confused, Providence's head cocked in the hopes he could recover any grounds he had lost. He searched the furthest corners of her hues for an answer; a solution to replace her grief with contentment. All in the effort to gain a smile - an expression that complemented her features beautifully. Perhaps, in a desperate effort, he removed his feet off the table to better lean himself closer so that his digits could reach her cheek. He stopped mid flight however, unable to find the answer of where that idea actually came from. Providence racked his head around it, finding a possible source in every implausible closure he could conjure: Eneru. Not only had his mother given him features to resemble the incubi, but traits too? Inconceivable. Providence absolutely refused to believe such an idea.
There had to be something the Vereaux was overlooking. There just had to be...
Just when he believed fortune favored him, Caiohme struck the legacy Chance left behind for him and the aspects he felt carrying on. What a drag this conversation had turned into, exhaling the inner-turmoil Providence had been battling with in those few seconds. The Watcher's company could outright lie as stupid as it sounded and he wouldn't try testing the woman's sharp intuition again. His stare broke eye contact, simultaneously fixed on nothing, and yet, everything. "My mother... I believe you've already heard the rumors, yes? That she's far beyond Fae. Something much worse: A parasite, a monster," he began, unsure of how to follow-up. "I can't shake the feeling that somebody will put an end to her for all she's committed," Providence guessed that was good as any explanation, still very much staring at his fingers now laced with one another. "But she is my mother and I am her son. And I have to believe that somewhere within her lies a good heart. I don't believe she is what she is today without something forcing her hand to do so. She's stained our name, I am aware. My name is very important to me, y'see..." That's right. Providence was unaware of where this explanation would lead him, but every word spilled across teeth were as genuine as they jumped lips. "I don't want to go down as the son of a monster and incubus because that's all I ever felt. I want to be remembered and I want people to know just where I started whether they share my pain or not." And so concluded the Vereaux's answer, leaning back in his seat in that minute of silence in contemplated thought. Is that truly all he wished to share?
As much as Providence would love Caiohme to see his view, he couldn't say the one person beating him in his race to greatness. In all her intellect, her radiance, and extravagance, Ki was the furthest in reaching her goals. And it made him sick to believe someone could be born into greatness with little to no effort.
It was too risky, but he was sure the Arden would catch on. She was smart, as all Watcher's were and Providence would give credit where credit's due.
"Would you like to order anything?"
The Vereaux gave a shake to his head, losing whatever appetite he had in his heavy reflection of himself. Anyone could see how inquisitive the young Fae was, curious if the trait was something him and his father shared as well. The thought alone made Providence grit his teeth, just another reason to believe he was his father's son. How rich this day had been turning, never a thought of him meeting Caiohme who dared question his existence.
"I guess that's something to adore: her courage."
It beat taking a swipe at her throat. Heh! What a fucking challenge this woman presented, rewarding the Fae with a smile, proving herself to be enjoyable company as much as he believed himself to be. Probably not, but what she believed mattered not as the male had plenty to look over himself. But, for now, he allowed the woman to give him answers to his questions. Caiohme did what she had too without second guess and Providence commended her for enduring her time here. "Well, I'm glad you've found success... Just wish this conversation was over several beers so I could give cheers to you and the longing of wanting to return home as I feel the same."
A frown?
The feedback furrowed his brows in disappointment. Any measure he'd taken in bedding with the Arden had taken it's turn. Confused, Providence's head cocked in the hopes he could recover any grounds he had lost. He searched the furthest corners of her hues for an answer; a solution to replace her grief with contentment. All in the effort to gain a smile - an expression that complemented her features beautifully. Perhaps, in a desperate effort, he removed his feet off the table to better lean himself closer so that his digits could reach her cheek. He stopped mid flight however, unable to find the answer of where that idea actually came from. Providence racked his head around it, finding a possible source in every implausible closure he could conjure: Eneru. Not only had his mother given him features to resemble the incubi, but traits too? Inconceivable. Providence absolutely refused to believe such an idea.
There had to be something the Vereaux was overlooking. There just had to be...
Just when he believed fortune favored him, Caiohme struck the legacy Chance left behind for him and the aspects he felt carrying on. What a drag this conversation had turned into, exhaling the inner-turmoil Providence had been battling with in those few seconds. The Watcher's company could outright lie as stupid as it sounded and he wouldn't try testing the woman's sharp intuition again. His stare broke eye contact, simultaneously fixed on nothing, and yet, everything. "My mother... I believe you've already heard the rumors, yes? That she's far beyond Fae. Something much worse: A parasite, a monster," he began, unsure of how to follow-up. "I can't shake the feeling that somebody will put an end to her for all she's committed," Providence guessed that was good as any explanation, still very much staring at his fingers now laced with one another. "But she is my mother and I am her son. And I have to believe that somewhere within her lies a good heart. I don't believe she is what she is today without something forcing her hand to do so. She's stained our name, I am aware. My name is very important to me, y'see..." That's right. Providence was unaware of where this explanation would lead him, but every word spilled across teeth were as genuine as they jumped lips. "I don't want to go down as the son of a monster and incubus because that's all I ever felt. I want to be remembered and I want people to know just where I started whether they share my pain or not." And so concluded the Vereaux's answer, leaning back in his seat in that minute of silence in contemplated thought. Is that truly all he wished to share?
As much as Providence would love Caiohme to see his view, he couldn't say the one person beating him in his race to greatness. In all her intellect, her radiance, and extravagance, Ki was the furthest in reaching her goals. And it made him sick to believe someone could be born into greatness with little to no effort.
It was too risky, but he was sure the Arden would catch on. She was smart, as all Watcher's were and Providence would give credit where credit's due.
"Would you like to order anything?"
The Vereaux gave a shake to his head, losing whatever appetite he had in his heavy reflection of himself. Anyone could see how inquisitive the young Fae was, curious if the trait was something him and his father shared as well. The thought alone made Providence grit his teeth, just another reason to believe he was his father's son. How rich this day had been turning, never a thought of him meeting Caiohme who dared question his existence.
"I guess that's something to adore: her courage."
It beat taking a swipe at her throat. Heh! What a fucking challenge this woman presented, rewarding the Fae with a smile, proving herself to be enjoyable company as much as he believed himself to be. Probably not, but what she believed mattered not as the male had plenty to look over himself. But, for now, he allowed the woman to give him answers to his questions. Caiohme did what she had too without second guess and Providence commended her for enduring her time here. "Well, I'm glad you've found success... Just wish this conversation was over several beers so I could give cheers to you and the longing of wanting to return home as I feel the same."
Her looks of displeasure turned into something more akin to alarm when he reached for her face. A brief widening of the eyes as she pulled back to avoid contact, even though he dropped his hand before she touched her. A strange gesture on his part, out of place and too familiar as if they had known one another long than a half hour at best. She made a thoughtful noise, before sipping lightly at her tea.
She wondered if she had struck a cord by bringing up his mother. Everyone had heard the rumors indeed, and Caiohme had no reason not to believe them. Perhaps it was petty to be susceptible to such idle gossip, but she had little favor for the Vereaux.
The Arden watched the way Providence looked down at his hands as he spoke. Her features softened while he wasn't looking. Admittedly, she had not expected his reasoning to be so deep; a decent mixture of selfish and self-less. If he was telling the truth, of course. Sympathy was an easy card to play. She knew this because she utilized it in the courtroom all the time. As with most Fae, Caiohme couldn't tell if he was outright lying; they were so much harder to read than humans.
"Those are very noble goals," she commends. On the surface, she would add in her head. Her expression was mostly unreadable by this point, but it was not as harsh as it had been through most of their acquaintance.
Caiohme was a challenge on purpose, whereas Providence was a challenge by nature. She was cold, and puzzling to make others work for her respect, or her affection. Otherwise, they were simple playthings. Even she was curious to see where this Vereaux would end up on the spectrum.
She offered him a laugh. A small chirrup of a pleasant sound at his mention of saluting her over drinks. He'd earned that much, if nothing else. Pleasantness in exchange for civil pleasantries. A small smile remained, but she hid it behind her teacup.
She set the cup back in the saucer and patted at her lipstick with a napkin that she pulled from the table. Smoothing the fabric over her lap when she was finished with it, she caught Providence's gaze with her own. "I suppose at some point there is no reason it couldn't be. Thanks to whoever approved that slogan, I spend quite a lot of time in bars."
She wondered if she had struck a cord by bringing up his mother. Everyone had heard the rumors indeed, and Caiohme had no reason not to believe them. Perhaps it was petty to be susceptible to such idle gossip, but she had little favor for the Vereaux.
The Arden watched the way Providence looked down at his hands as he spoke. Her features softened while he wasn't looking. Admittedly, she had not expected his reasoning to be so deep; a decent mixture of selfish and self-less. If he was telling the truth, of course. Sympathy was an easy card to play. She knew this because she utilized it in the courtroom all the time. As with most Fae, Caiohme couldn't tell if he was outright lying; they were so much harder to read than humans.
"Those are very noble goals," she commends. On the surface, she would add in her head. Her expression was mostly unreadable by this point, but it was not as harsh as it had been through most of their acquaintance.
Caiohme was a challenge on purpose, whereas Providence was a challenge by nature. She was cold, and puzzling to make others work for her respect, or her affection. Otherwise, they were simple playthings. Even she was curious to see where this Vereaux would end up on the spectrum.
She offered him a laugh. A small chirrup of a pleasant sound at his mention of saluting her over drinks. He'd earned that much, if nothing else. Pleasantness in exchange for civil pleasantries. A small smile remained, but she hid it behind her teacup.
She set the cup back in the saucer and patted at her lipstick with a napkin that she pulled from the table. Smoothing the fabric over her lap when she was finished with it, she caught Providence's gaze with her own. "I suppose at some point there is no reason it couldn't be. Thanks to whoever approved that slogan, I spend quite a lot of time in bars."
I fear no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) I want no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true) and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing is you.
<img style="avatar" style="max-width:25%;float:left;margin:0 18px;" src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f206/Blade_Redwind/Sybil.png]Bright garnet orbs shut as she smiled brightly—grinned with an affinity that appeared as natural on her as breathing for anyone else. The compliment from the woman warmed her; it warmed Sybil that she enjoyed her eyes being remarked upon kindly.
Though, Sybil frowned when she mentioned firing someone over something as silly as a glass of water. Rather the water was important to her, but certainly no one needed to lose their job over it. “I certainly hope not as well,” she replied earnestly, fingers touching her lips as she blinked once in surprise.
“Oh! I’m sorry to keep you waiting, if I am.” Another blush. She scratched the back of her head and grinned just so—sheepish. Still, she took her hand and shook once before releasing it. “It is wonderful to meet you, Miss Arden.”
When the glass of water arrived Sybil took it with a murmur thanks, and, as she was taking a sip of the cool liquid—one that soothed the need for such—a newcomer entered the teahouse. Sybil lowered the glass from her mouth, but said nothing immediately. The remark of her being beautiful was one she heard often; though, Sybil never tired of hearing it. Still, Miss Arden’s reaction had her hesitating in reply. And, as the conversation escalated, Sybil felt as if she were looking in on something she did not need to be looking in on at all. They did not know one another, that much was obvious, but the comments passed back and forth made her frown as she stepped away entirely.
It was quite sad, in her opinion. She’d enjoyed talking to the woman. She didn’t know what to make of the man, but his comments were entirely rude. She would have said as much if she’d felt the need to be a part of the discussion. Then again, who was Sybil to talk? In other personas, she’d been just as shockingly rude, playing the part of what one needed her to be as she saw fit.
Being what she was had its benefits after all. She only hoped Artemis thoughts as much.
With a pout, Sybil took her drink and moved to lean against the lobby counter. One elbow moved to rest there, fingertips pressing into her temple and she sipped on her water with the other. She wondered, briefly, if she should ask for some salt. The water needed a hint of it.
Though, Sybil frowned when she mentioned firing someone over something as silly as a glass of water. Rather the water was important to her, but certainly no one needed to lose their job over it. “I certainly hope not as well,” she replied earnestly, fingers touching her lips as she blinked once in surprise.
“Oh! I’m sorry to keep you waiting, if I am.” Another blush. She scratched the back of her head and grinned just so—sheepish. Still, she took her hand and shook once before releasing it. “It is wonderful to meet you, Miss Arden.”
When the glass of water arrived Sybil took it with a murmur thanks, and, as she was taking a sip of the cool liquid—one that soothed the need for such—a newcomer entered the teahouse. Sybil lowered the glass from her mouth, but said nothing immediately. The remark of her being beautiful was one she heard often; though, Sybil never tired of hearing it. Still, Miss Arden’s reaction had her hesitating in reply. And, as the conversation escalated, Sybil felt as if she were looking in on something she did not need to be looking in on at all. They did not know one another, that much was obvious, but the comments passed back and forth made her frown as she stepped away entirely.
It was quite sad, in her opinion. She’d enjoyed talking to the woman. She didn’t know what to make of the man, but his comments were entirely rude. She would have said as much if she’d felt the need to be a part of the discussion. Then again, who was Sybil to talk? In other personas, she’d been just as shockingly rude, playing the part of what one needed her to be as she saw fit.
Being what she was had its benefits after all. She only hoped Artemis thoughts as much.
With a pout, Sybil took her drink and moved to lean against the lobby counter. One elbow moved to rest there, fingertips pressing into her temple and she sipped on her water with the other. She wondered, briefly, if she should ask for some salt. The water needed a hint of it.
Sometimes I feel like a girl~... sometimes I don't~
Artemis was almost to the tea gardens when his phone signaled for a final time, and in frustration, the Fae shifted against the faux leather interior of the taxi to check the message. It had to be Caoihme- it just had to be.
T. Arden: yo yo
Feeling an immediate wash of relief, it quickly turned to annoyance as he realized he had even less interest talking with his other cousin, especially considering his position in clan was at his destination. There wasn't time for pleasantries. Begrudgingly, the watcher typed up a response that bordered rude, but only if Taiga meant to take it as such.
Artemis Caine Arden: I'm rather busy right now. Can it wait?
T. Arden: guess it could but i jus want to ask a question
Artemis Caine Arden: Okay. I have time for a question. What?
T. Arden: marriage is legal now for us you kno not fae but like lady an lady and i wana know if you tink i should ask aisling to marry me
Artemis Caine Arden: You want to know what I think?
T. Arden: yah i mean id like to know
Artemis Caine Arden: Marry her. Invite me. I will pay for your honeymoon.
T. Arden: what really
T. Arden: just liek that
Artemis Caine Arden: Yes. Just like that. I'm busy now though, so we'll have to speak again later.
T. Arden: okay! but i will get back at yu because this is importent
Artemis Caine Arden: Of course. Later.
Immediately following his final comment, the Fae's phone was pocketed to be forgotten as the winding driveway leading to the estate proper came into view. Far too many were handed over to the cabbie, and with a stiff wave, Artemis exited the vehicle and hustled towards the main lobby. The smell of tea and wafting floral fragrances were enticing in their own way; a far cry from the city's stench. One never really grew used to the odor of older metropolis', but Artemis hadn't chosen where he lived, and Adon was happy to linger in Valesport for the foreseeable future. Gods knew why- he certainly didn't have any friends in the city. Not that Artemis knew about, at least.
Large hands smoothed over the material of his lapels to return his appearance to that of presentable business orientation, though dark hues took their time sweeping the establishment in an almost judgmental fashion. In clear view was another male, a foreigner of some kind, in garb he wasn't familiar with. It wasn't entirely outlandish, but it wasn't what Artemis expected to see in the establishment in question. His lips pursed while his throat was cleared, and out loud, the Fae asked, <font color="4ea00e]"I wouldn't suppose you've seen a woman with red hair around here. About this tall, a professional in nature..."[/font] One palm was held at shoulder height on his generally imposing figure, indicating Caiohme's height. <font color="4ea00e]"She was going to meet me."[/font]
Had Artemis entered through the cafe entrance, he would have come across the others occupying the building, but alas. His was a road less traveled.
T. Arden: yo yo
Feeling an immediate wash of relief, it quickly turned to annoyance as he realized he had even less interest talking with his other cousin, especially considering his position in clan was at his destination. There wasn't time for pleasantries. Begrudgingly, the watcher typed up a response that bordered rude, but only if Taiga meant to take it as such.
Artemis Caine Arden: I'm rather busy right now. Can it wait?
T. Arden: guess it could but i jus want to ask a question
Artemis Caine Arden: Okay. I have time for a question. What?
T. Arden: marriage is legal now for us you kno not fae but like lady an lady and i wana know if you tink i should ask aisling to marry me
Artemis Caine Arden: You want to know what I think?
T. Arden: yah i mean id like to know
Artemis Caine Arden: Marry her. Invite me. I will pay for your honeymoon.
T. Arden: what really
T. Arden: just liek that
Artemis Caine Arden: Yes. Just like that. I'm busy now though, so we'll have to speak again later.
T. Arden: okay! but i will get back at yu because this is importent
Artemis Caine Arden: Of course. Later.
Immediately following his final comment, the Fae's phone was pocketed to be forgotten as the winding driveway leading to the estate proper came into view. Far too many were handed over to the cabbie, and with a stiff wave, Artemis exited the vehicle and hustled towards the main lobby. The smell of tea and wafting floral fragrances were enticing in their own way; a far cry from the city's stench. One never really grew used to the odor of older metropolis', but Artemis hadn't chosen where he lived, and Adon was happy to linger in Valesport for the foreseeable future. Gods knew why- he certainly didn't have any friends in the city. Not that Artemis knew about, at least.
Large hands smoothed over the material of his lapels to return his appearance to that of presentable business orientation, though dark hues took their time sweeping the establishment in an almost judgmental fashion. In clear view was another male, a foreigner of some kind, in garb he wasn't familiar with. It wasn't entirely outlandish, but it wasn't what Artemis expected to see in the establishment in question. His lips pursed while his throat was cleared, and out loud, the Fae asked, <font color="4ea00e]"I wouldn't suppose you've seen a woman with red hair around here. About this tall, a professional in nature..."[/font] One palm was held at shoulder height on his generally imposing figure, indicating Caiohme's height. <font color="4ea00e]"She was going to meet me."[/font]
Had Artemis entered through the cafe entrance, he would have come across the others occupying the building, but alas. His was a road less traveled.
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<img style="avatar" src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f206/Blade_Redwind/Sybil.png" style="max-width:25%;float:left;margin:0 18px;]Sybil could be patient when she so chose to be, but leaning into the front desk of the teahouse’s café lobby was becoming tiresome. She considered texting Adon again; however, if he hadn’t replied by now then he was most certainly up to something; likely a something that didn’t involve being fully dressed. She sighed a whimsical girl sigh—the kind you saw in old movies when a woman was bored or bothered or distressed or all three—and tilted her head. Fingertips moved from her temple to her jawline and pressed while she delicately finished the rest of her water with all the grace of a woman practiced.
She didn’t want to tarry because of boredom; she also didn’t want to wander in case Artemis came through the lobby. But… she supposed it wouldn’t hurt to wander a little. If worse came to worse and he did interrupt Adon it was not as though she couldn’t find another way to distract him later.
Thus, she set her glass down on the counter, adjusted her chain-strapped bag, and walked away towards a hall. Her beaded flapper dress shimmered; little flecks of crystal swung around her legs and long the material—from her ears. She adjusted the hat on her head, in the process making the white gemmed horse sparkle in the light. Red curls were also preened to be better situated about her shoulders. The clip of her heels echoed on harder floor and were smothered of sound entirely on softer ones—carpet or rug.
She tapped her chin as she explored, bright red eyes with slips of darker garnet touching on every detail in the establishment: paintings, scones, small table set against the walls with flowers… It was a bit like a dream—a pocket of space tucked away from the modern world.
And the she stopped suddenly as she heard a voice—a rather loud one asking after someone. Her gaze moved and she turned, blinking. She caught sight of the dark hair first, then the glasses, and finally the suit. Ah… perhaps her decision to wander hadn’t been unwise at all. For once luck was working in favor of her tendency to flitter about like an easily distracted butterfly.
She glanced at her reflection in hanging mirror, once again preening, before turning as walking in his direction. She dug about in her purse, looking for her phone—or at least looking like she was looking for her phone. It wasn’t the most ideal of plans, but sometimes the most complex problems required utter simplicity. Thus, when she bumped into him, she did nothing to really save herself or her poor footing. Her heels slipped under her feet as she let out a soft noise and reached for his shoulder.
One could only hope he’d fall on top of her… or she on top of him. Maybe.
She didn’t want to tarry because of boredom; she also didn’t want to wander in case Artemis came through the lobby. But… she supposed it wouldn’t hurt to wander a little. If worse came to worse and he did interrupt Adon it was not as though she couldn’t find another way to distract him later.
Thus, she set her glass down on the counter, adjusted her chain-strapped bag, and walked away towards a hall. Her beaded flapper dress shimmered; little flecks of crystal swung around her legs and long the material—from her ears. She adjusted the hat on her head, in the process making the white gemmed horse sparkle in the light. Red curls were also preened to be better situated about her shoulders. The clip of her heels echoed on harder floor and were smothered of sound entirely on softer ones—carpet or rug.
She tapped her chin as she explored, bright red eyes with slips of darker garnet touching on every detail in the establishment: paintings, scones, small table set against the walls with flowers… It was a bit like a dream—a pocket of space tucked away from the modern world.
And the she stopped suddenly as she heard a voice—a rather loud one asking after someone. Her gaze moved and she turned, blinking. She caught sight of the dark hair first, then the glasses, and finally the suit. Ah… perhaps her decision to wander hadn’t been unwise at all. For once luck was working in favor of her tendency to flitter about like an easily distracted butterfly.
She glanced at her reflection in hanging mirror, once again preening, before turning as walking in his direction. She dug about in her purse, looking for her phone—or at least looking like she was looking for her phone. It wasn’t the most ideal of plans, but sometimes the most complex problems required utter simplicity. Thus, when she bumped into him, she did nothing to really save herself or her poor footing. Her heels slipped under her feet as she let out a soft noise and reached for his shoulder.
One could only hope he’d fall on top of her… or she on top of him. Maybe.
Sometimes I feel like a girl~... sometimes I don't~
Wrong redhead.
Artemis didn't so much fall over as he did topple, long limbs grabbing quickly at the woman without much thought in his own safety. The two would land sprawled on the ground, the tall Fae figure beneath Sybil with suited arms hugging her torso. The action was a mess, but inevitably, Artemis found himself apologizing first. <font color="2d7c08]"Oh, that could have gone rather poorly. Apologies, Ma'am." [/font]With a small shift and a deep breath, the watcher did his best to maneuver the two of them back onto their feet, his hands practically holding the Selkie's waist as she was lifted to stand. Following her up, a pause was given to straighten himself out before the briefest smile passed over otherwise complacent features.
<font color="2d7c08]"I hope you're alright,"[/font] He began softly, attention stolen from the foreigner for a moment as tricolored oculars did a sweeping scan of the auburn topped femme, <font color="2d7c08]"as that was an unfortunate incident. I wasn't paying much mind to what was happening- I should have looked."[/font] Of course, anyone else would have placed blame on Sybil and her apparent clumsiness, but Artemis Arden was a gem in the rough when it came to Fae. If anyone was a push over in his clan, it was him; no thanks to his cousins. <font color="2d7c08]"Though, now that I have you, would you happen to have seen a woman about this tall, dressed in a professional skirt ensemble? Her hair is also red, though darker than yours."[/font] Back to motioning with his hands, he waited for a moment before lowering it once more.
Noting his briefcase had been knocked away, he sidestepped towards the container before adding, <font color="2d7c08]"It's a family matter, you see." [/font]Even Artemis wasn't sure why he needed to clear that up with the woman, though far be it from him to second guess intuition. He considered himself relatively good at first impressions usually. Perhaps theirs was salvageable. At least until Artemis explained what family was to Fae.
Adon upstairs fucking his sister wasn't exactly a detail he wanted to expand upon.
Artemis didn't so much fall over as he did topple, long limbs grabbing quickly at the woman without much thought in his own safety. The two would land sprawled on the ground, the tall Fae figure beneath Sybil with suited arms hugging her torso. The action was a mess, but inevitably, Artemis found himself apologizing first. <font color="2d7c08]"Oh, that could have gone rather poorly. Apologies, Ma'am." [/font]With a small shift and a deep breath, the watcher did his best to maneuver the two of them back onto their feet, his hands practically holding the Selkie's waist as she was lifted to stand. Following her up, a pause was given to straighten himself out before the briefest smile passed over otherwise complacent features.
<font color="2d7c08]"I hope you're alright,"[/font] He began softly, attention stolen from the foreigner for a moment as tricolored oculars did a sweeping scan of the auburn topped femme, <font color="2d7c08]"as that was an unfortunate incident. I wasn't paying much mind to what was happening- I should have looked."[/font] Of course, anyone else would have placed blame on Sybil and her apparent clumsiness, but Artemis Arden was a gem in the rough when it came to Fae. If anyone was a push over in his clan, it was him; no thanks to his cousins. <font color="2d7c08]"Though, now that I have you, would you happen to have seen a woman about this tall, dressed in a professional skirt ensemble? Her hair is also red, though darker than yours."[/font] Back to motioning with his hands, he waited for a moment before lowering it once more.
Noting his briefcase had been knocked away, he sidestepped towards the container before adding, <font color="2d7c08]"It's a family matter, you see." [/font]Even Artemis wasn't sure why he needed to clear that up with the woman, though far be it from him to second guess intuition. He considered himself relatively good at first impressions usually. Perhaps theirs was salvageable. At least until Artemis explained what family was to Fae.
Adon upstairs fucking his sister wasn't exactly a detail he wanted to expand upon.
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Sybil had the foresight to look surprised as she fell on top of him, forehead pressing into his suit-jacketed chest as they went to the floor. Her hat toppled off entirely and the crystal horse attached it clattered against the hard wood, but she managed to keep a hold of her clutch; both hands held onto it and pressed between them.
Glee boiled within her as he maneuvered them both, as he took hold of her waist and adjusted them to stand. But she held it at bay, instead blushing prettily and pushing red curls out of her face with one hand. Her other hand held the clutch and pressed into his chest for ‘leverage’. “I’m alright, thanks to you. But… Oh no!” she told him, the hand adjusting her hair moving to cover her mouth with surprise. “I’m sorry. Truly! I ran into you, after all!” It was easy to meet his eyes. He was tall, no doubt. And her present—and preferred—form’s height of 6’4” was boosted by her sparkling heels.
Oh…! But he had such a nice smile! And she couldn’t help but be warmed by the way he gave her a once over. She blinked several times as he asked about the other woman, taking a moment to think about it. This was done as she moved to pick her hat up off the floor and replace it on her head after a quick dusting—not that it needed it.
It eventually occurred to her that he must be talking about the woman with the pretty eyes she’d seen on the other side of the establishment… Oh, dear. That wouldn’t do at all. Likely, she was someone he was meant to meet up having to do with Adon.
She smiled brightly as she fixed her hair and her hat placement. Curls were fanned idly so they splayed across her shoulders and over her collarbone in the most aesthetically pleasing way. “I’m very sorry. I haven’t.” Her clutch was placed under one arm, partially in hand, as she moved towards him and lightly pressed manicured nails on his bicep. “Are you familiar with this tea house? You rather look as if you belong.” She pouted. “I’m a little lost… It all looks so lovely and yet I’m not sure where to start…” Another idea hit her.
“Oh..!” she gasped and covered her mouth—eyes wide with her epiphany. “Perhaps I can help you… If you might show me around—a tour—while we look for your red head?” Belatedly, it occurred to Sybil that she was getting ahead of herself with natural excitement—again. This time her embarrassment was genuine as she blushed and grinned, scratching the back of her head as well. “Oh… that is, if you are familiar with this tea house…?”
If not, then she looked a lot like a total idiot whose hair color would be better suited to blond.
Sybil had the foresight to look surprised as she fell on top of him, forehead pressing into his suit-jacketed chest as they went to the floor. Her hat toppled off entirely and the crystal horse attached it clattered against the hard wood, but she managed to keep a hold of her clutch; both hands held onto it and pressed between them.
Glee boiled within her as he maneuvered them both, as he took hold of her waist and adjusted them to stand. But she held it at bay, instead blushing prettily and pushing red curls out of her face with one hand. Her other hand held the clutch and pressed into his chest for ‘leverage’. “I’m alright, thanks to you. But… Oh no!” she told him, the hand adjusting her hair moving to cover her mouth with surprise. “I’m sorry. Truly! I ran into you, after all!” It was easy to meet his eyes. He was tall, no doubt. And her present—and preferred—form’s height of 6’4” was boosted by her sparkling heels.
Oh…! But he had such a nice smile! And she couldn’t help but be warmed by the way he gave her a once over. She blinked several times as he asked about the other woman, taking a moment to think about it. This was done as she moved to pick her hat up off the floor and replace it on her head after a quick dusting—not that it needed it.
It eventually occurred to her that he must be talking about the woman with the pretty eyes she’d seen on the other side of the establishment… Oh, dear. That wouldn’t do at all. Likely, she was someone he was meant to meet up having to do with Adon.
She smiled brightly as she fixed her hair and her hat placement. Curls were fanned idly so they splayed across her shoulders and over her collarbone in the most aesthetically pleasing way. “I’m very sorry. I haven’t.” Her clutch was placed under one arm, partially in hand, as she moved towards him and lightly pressed manicured nails on his bicep. “Are you familiar with this tea house? You rather look as if you belong.” She pouted. “I’m a little lost… It all looks so lovely and yet I’m not sure where to start…” Another idea hit her.
“Oh..!” she gasped and covered her mouth—eyes wide with her epiphany. “Perhaps I can help you… If you might show me around—a tour—while we look for your red head?” Belatedly, it occurred to Sybil that she was getting ahead of herself with natural excitement—again. This time her embarrassment was genuine as she blushed and grinned, scratching the back of her head as well. “Oh… that is, if you are familiar with this tea house…?”
If not, then she looked a lot like a total idiot whose hair color would be better suited to blond.
Sometimes I feel like a girl~... sometimes I don't~
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Sometimes I feel like a girl~... sometimes I don't~
The first solid thrust was always so invigorating; like a cold chill down her spine. Adon's cock took no time easing itself between strained walls, their engulfing presence undulating ripples against the thickness of his girth. With his hand at her throat, her moan exited as a wispy whimper, clinging to the threads of decency by keeping their transgressions quiet. There were guests to think of, after all, and Ki could feel their presence buzzing beneath the floorboards, monitoring the downstairs in search of something or someone. So many Fae, she could sense, yet some she had never been introduced to. Her thoughts, like firecrackers across a summer sky, came periodically and fizzled with the same urgency as their entrance. Lips parted to issue a restrained gasp, though the sound was accompanied with a nod of agreement.
Of course there were others interested in Adon. His blood was of the sword, as was her own. A lineage never turned it's back on it's members, no matter the situation. Even Lucky Vereaux, despite her infinite spite, knew this. Hence their father remained locked away in the cold recesses of the Dreaming while his childer committed the acts he had no ability to partake in. Not on the planes of flesh, at least. "All eyes on you, dear brother. Always." What truth was spoken in this utterance had no bearing on whether Adon would continue, and they both knew this, but Ki couldn't allow the snow topped male false hope that privacy came in seemingly empty bedrooms. Never in her life had she been given privacy. Adon was no different. Kayen's brood would always be tied up in his manically addictive personality and unnatural want for entertainment. Their existence was proof enough of his despicable cravings, but ingrained in her being was the appreciation for such sickness.
Like father, like daughter. Had she not seduced her own brother to study what his reaction might be?
Ki's back arched from beneath him, the bed an ever present cushion to ease the pounding rate of Adon's feverish assault. Muscles clenched and tightened, slick with desire. Her cunt conformed around his cock, kneading the thick member while her strained cries approved of his vicious pace. With each steady push, he based his pulsing manhood and Ki reacted by wrapping slender legs around Adon's backside. Her hands found his shoulders, running gracefully against the smooth skin until they came his neck, and then the curve of his jawline. Cupping the male's features, she kissed the lips hungry upon her own, tasting the desire where the lingering flavor seemed endless. Breathless and writhing, Ki broke free to hush her brother, her statement brief.
"You are as you were intended to be. There are no mistakes in matters of perfection."
Of course there were others interested in Adon. His blood was of the sword, as was her own. A lineage never turned it's back on it's members, no matter the situation. Even Lucky Vereaux, despite her infinite spite, knew this. Hence their father remained locked away in the cold recesses of the Dreaming while his childer committed the acts he had no ability to partake in. Not on the planes of flesh, at least. "All eyes on you, dear brother. Always." What truth was spoken in this utterance had no bearing on whether Adon would continue, and they both knew this, but Ki couldn't allow the snow topped male false hope that privacy came in seemingly empty bedrooms. Never in her life had she been given privacy. Adon was no different. Kayen's brood would always be tied up in his manically addictive personality and unnatural want for entertainment. Their existence was proof enough of his despicable cravings, but ingrained in her being was the appreciation for such sickness.
Like father, like daughter. Had she not seduced her own brother to study what his reaction might be?
Ki's back arched from beneath him, the bed an ever present cushion to ease the pounding rate of Adon's feverish assault. Muscles clenched and tightened, slick with desire. Her cunt conformed around his cock, kneading the thick member while her strained cries approved of his vicious pace. With each steady push, he based his pulsing manhood and Ki reacted by wrapping slender legs around Adon's backside. Her hands found his shoulders, running gracefully against the smooth skin until they came his neck, and then the curve of his jawline. Cupping the male's features, she kissed the lips hungry upon her own, tasting the desire where the lingering flavor seemed endless. Breathless and writhing, Ki broke free to hush her brother, her statement brief.
"You are as you were intended to be. There are no mistakes in matters of perfection."
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