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Post by libellule on Jun 10, 2007 23:03:48 GMT -6
1.Longing Asina and Ciel Location: Tekania Something crept up his spine as he trudged home... alone. Home. Yes.. that's what he'd been referring the Tenkanic Kingdom to these days... It was longest place he'd ever be stationary in. And it had her.
He halted in midstep, his eyes closed softly and slowly. Oh his precious Priestess. He'd missed her figure against his as he protected her that one night in the Marketplace. She'd been so fragile then, so... off guard. He snorted at the remembrance of her Oracle, his brethren, Zanen, how he'd toyed with his plans. Ciel sneered in the darkness of the forest, the only light being from the village that welcomed him with warmth in it's open arms. She welcomed him home.
He could make out the pristine outline of her castle amongst the starry night, clear of a misty cloud. The moon glistened on his broad form as the flickering candlelight derived his gaze from the fortress to the tavern. He would visit her in the morning or whisper sweet nothings to ease her slumber tonight. Either the way he was in no condition to trudge up those stairs on this night. Though Zanen told him to do so before he was sent off in another direction.
With a free hand, Ciel held the pendant she'd given him and rubbed it softly. He wondered if it would allow her to know that he'd made it safely.
The plush forest floor morphed into a frozen cobblestone pathway and his teeth gritted down harshly as the bandaging of his wounds were begining to become to loosen and soak far too much with his blood. As he entered the tavern he was more than grateful his armor covered up his weaknesses, which were begining to make him stagger slightly, but Ciel was composed, the only person who would be able to tell of his agony would be Zanen, the only other who could sense the facade beneath Ciel's hypnotic golden eyes.
He politely, yet apathetically, asked for a room and extra dressings. Ciel briskly made his way to his room, where he dropped his thick sword with a revitting clatter. He viciously tore off his armor and left his pants on. He hissed as he peeled off the sticky linen bandages.
After cleaning and rubbing a very uncomfortable serum that stung quite devilishly, he rewrapped his shoulderblade with much difficulty. The birdwoman said it would stop the bleeding even though he never told her he was...
Ciel gently leaned on the wooden balcony, facing the castle.
How he missed his Pirestess...
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Post by Willow on Jun 10, 2007 23:18:36 GMT -6
There was an almost hollow feeling in her chest. She, the Priestess of what most would consider strength, and darkness, was feeling off. It wasn't like her, but even so, she was able to hold it it. She wouldn't let it show. To do that would be to expose a weakness that she wasn't fully aware of.
A scowl slipped across her smooth flushed lips. She'd been chewing on them in thought again, blushing them with some extra color consiquencially. This was horridly bothersome. Raising a slender hand, she touched the crystal pendant hanging at her throat. Identicle ones of different colors hung around the necks of the two full-blooded Zephyr demons under her direct rule. One was Zanen, her Oracle, and the other was Ciel.
That hollow feeling hit again, and she frowned, fingering the stone before turning in a whirl and storming through the door, walking straight out of her room and then out of the Palace entirely. She needed a drink, and the only place where she drank was a cozy little tavern owned by an Avian woman she was fond of. The place was nice, and no one bothered her when seh sat in her little corner.
So that was where she was off to. Why? She wasn't sure, but she wanted an ale, and she didn't want to be in her Palace. It was too...alone. Now, Asina wasn't normally one to feel lonely, especially in a palace full of people, but right now, that was what she was feeling, and there was a particular demon she was yearning for.
And it wasn't the Oracle.
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Post by libellule on Jun 10, 2007 23:39:13 GMT -6
He coud feel her, though he wasn't entirely sure that it was her. Ciel did know that something was barreling down those streets, something small. He could wish and hope, but he wouldn't suceed. What he wanted was something he could never ask for. Something he would never ask for unless it was brough up by the other. But Ciel had a lustful craving, something he hadn't had for quite sometime. As his eyes were averted from the street to the serene moonlit sky, he could feel his eyes swivel into a cloudy, mistly rouge. He was quite intact with his eye color and his emotions and he realized if he wasn't careful they'd portray all the wrong ones.
"Asina," he murmured, wishing for that distant figure to be her, wishing for something to comfort his current state.
His lonely, frozen state.
It wasn't as though he wasn't used to the forstbitten feeling he had, nor the fact of being lonely. It was how he'd survived all these past centuries. Though this time he felt more than lonely and cold and that disturbed him.
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Post by Willow on Jun 10, 2007 23:52:22 GMT -6
"Asina! How lovely of you to stop in!" The Avian owner of the tavern said fron the top of the stairs that lead to the rooms.
"Lovely indeed, might I just have a pitcher of ale and a table in a dark corner?" she replied back, her gaze stony. The small woman had just entered and was still standing in the doorway, but the stairs to the rooms were along the same wall as the door, so the distance she needed to project wasn't too far at all.
The woman tilted her head slightly and started walking down the stairs, coming to stand beside Asina, only a few inches taller than her. "Of course you may, is there any particular reason you'd need an entire pitcher?"
"I'm not expecting company of a vile sort, if that's what you're implying. I wouldn't bring anyone dangerous into this tavern unless I intended to kill them."
The owner gave a light frown, but just nodded, "I could give you a private room."
"Perfect."
With a nod, the Avian woman gestured for Asina to follow her right up the stairs. "Here you go," she said, giving her a small room ironically right next to Ciel's.
"Thank you, my friend, I just can't stand being at the palace right now," she said, her voice slightly warmer than it had been moments before.
The woman smiled. "No problem. The ale should be up in a few minutes." With that, she vanished down the stairs again and Asina went into her room, shutting the door. She felt....closer for some reason, to the reason why her chest was feeling so hollow, but not close enough.
"Impossible," she murmured to herself with a shake of her head. "He can't be here..."
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Post by libellule on Jun 11, 2007 0:08:35 GMT -6
He took in a breath, which was meant to be a deep breath, but when the door slammed door in the room next to him it seemed as though he couldn't reach the rest of his lungs. With his breath short, the towering demon hopped on the railing of the balcony, that glistening orb shimmering against his bare chest. Though the air was crisp it wasn't the temperature that had made him shiver it was the emptiness, the hollowness, the longing that had cut through his stoic form. Ciel never realized how much he could miss one being so much. What spell had she cast upon him to make him so... weak? Weak was the wrong word... Adoring, affectionate, that was better. Why was it that she would not leave his thoughts? He thought about on the mission, but never like this. He shook his head roughly and leaned against the wall that divided the rooms into two and was surprised that it was warm. His chest pained at the feeling of something filling up, the only reason the agony screamed out was that he longed for more of it. Was she there? Alone... or with another?
He sneered darkly.
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Post by Willow on Jun 11, 2007 0:16:43 GMT -6
Asina sighed softly to herself and leaned against the wall that separated her room from the one beside it and felt a small shock.
Could he really, truely be here?
She shook her head. No, impossible. Another sigh slipped past silken lips and she rested her head back against the wall. There was no sound from the other side, which either meant the room was vacant, or whoever was in there was deadly quiet. These walls were far from soundproof.
Dark eyes vanished behind pale lids and she settled her full weight agaisnt the wall. Why was it she was feeling like this?
"Ciel..." she murmured, her voice at a common speaking volume "...where are you?"
And where was her ale?
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Post by libellule on Jun 11, 2007 0:33:05 GMT -6
It felt like a hallucination, but he knew better. His keen senses could almost smell her through the paper thin walls. Ciel couldn't be sure, he wasn't even sure of himself. But the weight on the wall signalled for his attention and... There. He knew she was there.
His precious Asina was an arm's length away...
"Ciel.... where are you?"
"I'm right here," he spoke in a low seductive tone, "Right behind you."
His dead heart stirred and the hunger awakened once again. She was almost in his arms.
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Post by Willow on Jun 11, 2007 0:39:53 GMT -6
"I'm right here, right behind you...."
Asina pushed herself of the wall and turned around to face it. One hand touched it and she took a step forwards to stand flush against it for a few seconds.
He was right there. She had heard him, and now that she had fully opened her senses, she could sense him, and was completely sure of two things.
His presence, and that she wanted him closer.
"Come to me," she said through the wall, her voice a low, purring command. It was almost a seductive pleading the way her voice was inflected. He was so close she could almost touch him, and that warmed her and irritated her at the same time.
If he was truely there, and it wasn't a figment of her imagination, her mind playing a cruel joke on her, then 'almost' wasn't enough.
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Post by libellule on Jun 11, 2007 0:55:57 GMT -6
His breath caught in his throat as a fist dug harshly in the wall, scraping away the paint viciously. He could feel the heat scorching up the wall as her aura almost lit the wood on fire. The only thing was that the wood wasn't the only thing burning up. He realized that was something between them and he also knew that this was something he should part take in. If he wanted to, Ciel could end it now... But he was famished and his eyes... glimmered his raging want. He couldn't, he wouldn't.
Come to me...
'Say it again,' his flesh simmered at the sound of her tone. Was it possible she'd wanted the same from him? He couldn't be sure.
All he knew was that he wanted her to talk like that again. And again... and again. Heh... He chuckled darkly as he approached her door and knocked politely.
Did she know what she was getting herself into?
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Post by Willow on Jun 11, 2007 1:03:56 GMT -6
The knock came on the door and her breath caught in her throat. It wasn't just a cruel joke played by her mind. He was really there, and she wanted him on this side of that door.
Swiftly striding over to it, she reached out ot touch the handel, to pull it open, and felt a flush of heat rise to his skin. The hollowness in her chest was now filled with an unstable buzzing warmth.
The handel crooked, and the door cracked open. Asra took a deep breath then opened it the rest of the way, looking up the distance between them. She couldn't stop the smile that slipped across her lips, and she couldn't refrain it from being as seductive as it was.
Her eyes shone darkly with what she was feeling as her lips parted and she stepped aside so he could come in, not yet speaking.
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Post by libellule on Jun 11, 2007 1:13:02 GMT -6
As the door cracked open, he could feel that familiar scent wrapped around his frigid figure. Oh how it enthralled him. A throaty sound ceased the silence that could have be matched to a purr. His eyes opened, swirled with a velvet bloodstained tone that glistened hungrily. It would look as though they were dazed, but that was because of the angel that stood before him. His precious Asina. His. As forbidden and untouchable as the fruit of Lucifer's poisoning tree. But he would not let that stop him. Not anymore. He snaked his arm around to the back side of the door, shutting it promptly, his hand fingered the key. His haunting, devilish chuckle sounded before he breathed in the hot air. "Last chance, angel," he whispered sexily.
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Post by Willow on Jun 11, 2007 1:20:32 GMT -6
The sound of his voice warmed her low in her body and she smirked up at him, stepping forwards to were they were almost touching, but not quite. A slender hand reached behind him and turned the key, then pulled it from the door, all without touching him.
Turning, she walked towards the small desk and set the key down on it, her back to him for a few moments.
She wanted to touch him. She wanted him to touch her. She could hardly stand this distance anymore, and at the same time, she wanted to drive him just a little bit crazy if she could, to be sure he wanted her as she wanted him. He was her Ciel. Hers.
"How interesting we find ourselves both here, isn't it?" she questioned, the words casual, her tone anything but. It was a low, smooth purr of sound. A ribbon of black silk that glided across the air between them as she looked over her shoulder, short, shaggy black hair framing her delicate pale face perfectly.
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Post by libellule on Jun 11, 2007 1:31:03 GMT -6
He smirked wickedly, his sharp teeth glistening. "If I do recall," he spoke normally before it dropped, "You called me here first."
Though the color in his eyes did not change he regained his composure and leaned against the locked door, his arms crossed over his still bare chest. He sucked down the hiss as her hand moved dangerous close to his skin, locking the door. He raised a brow. 'Oh really...'
"I would have visited you sooner," he suddenly apologized, looking away, "But my stamina wasn't... acceptable."
He wasn't even sure if it was now, but he'd find out later in the morning... That is if he got his way.
Returning his darkened gaze to her, a smirk reappeared on his features. A smirk of a predator. It seemed as though everything else fell away instantly as he boldly took a step near her.
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Post by Willow on Jun 11, 2007 1:38:34 GMT -6
Asra watched his every movement, from his lips moving at his words, to when he moved boldly towards her.
The tension in the air around them was thick with a heated, buzzing power, but Asra wasn't paying attention to it fully. She was aware of it, but Ciel was her center focus right now.
"You know I would have healed you, and you always have a bed at the Palace, too. You didn't have to come here." Her words were spoken with a slight tilt of her head that exposed the lovely pale line of her neck against her shaggy dark locks as she leaned against the wall, eyes remaining on Ciel.
"I would have liked to see you...." she said, her voice softer now, lower in tone, almost the same as when she had first beckoned him to come to her.
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Post by libellule on Jun 11, 2007 1:50:05 GMT -6
He knew he had a bed in her palace, though he didn't want to sleep with the frigid bite of cold sheets. He knew the bed he'd rather be in. Inwardly he shook his head, how could he think that? He then corrected himself. Oh he thought like that, but unlike now, he held those thoughts down with a firm boot.
He hoped he hadn't upset her. He wouldn't be able to take her sorrow. He stalked over to her and pulled her to him with a soft push with his hand at the small of her back. He pushed the lust back with all of the self-control he had, which at the moment wasn't alot. The feeling of her figure, melted into his, as he held down everything that shrieked at him to be let go, but if he had unleashed that, well, nothing but ripped clothing would be left.
"Asina," he murmured, almost lovingly, almost, as he tipped her chin to meet his molten gaze, "I'm here, now." He tilted his mouth done to her ear, shuddering as he spoke, and he made sure she felt it.
'And I am yours,' his mind whispered as his lips brushed against her ear.
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