Amaryllis DeCuir (May 4, 2011 3:43:41 PM)
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Amaryllis DeCuir (May 4, 2011 3:46:21 PM)
The Toreador slid into the Giovanni's house with a rare silence to her step. She wore flats this evening...small black ballet looking style ones, with a white & black floral print a-line skirt and a back tanktop. Her hair was pulled up in a braided messy up-do. She looked fresh, yet there was something that seemed haunted in those golden eyes tonight. A slight caution seemed to emanate from her as she swiftly stepped inside his home and closed the door behind her.
Amaryllis DeCuir (May 4, 2011 3:46:46 PM)
back tank= black* (( still at werk typing fast))
Renzo Giovanni (May 4, 2011 3:52:53 PM)
The darkness of the hall was complete. The inky pitch of a completely light-less home would be her welcome. The sudden life of a single flame might have seen excessively bright despite its origin on the head of a match. The face behind it had a serene smile, it was almost gentle. "Listen." His voice was somewhat stifled by the cigar between his shadowed lips. He lit the tip of the sweetly scented stogie and gave a chewy inhale. She heard his knuckles rap on something that sounded like hard wood. "Scream darlings." He said. And they did. First there was one voice, then another, and another. Two males and a female, the volume of their cries choked by three coffins which made ghastly silhouettes in the matchlight. A moment later the match was killed with an exhale. All that remained to see was the cherry red smolder at the end of the cigar. "For you..."
Amaryllis DeCuir (May 4, 2011 4:00:21 PM)
A soft catch of her breath, as his face cast in the extremes of shadows and candlelight and then snuffed back into darkness. The dramatics of the screaming and the effect of setting, as well as the ridiculous amount of dramatics from last evening had been enough to leave DeCuir shaken. She chewed her lip, pressed up against his door almost like prey that had been caught in a web. Finding her voice it entreated to his ears as she did something she commonly would not. "I apologise for doubting you Alteo..." It was a simple statement...and she pushed herself off the door, towards the cherry ember of his cigar..."How did you get them?" She asked curiously one hand reaching out to touch a coffin.
Renzo Giovanni (May 4, 2011 4:03:57 PM)
"Think nothing of it darling. It wouldn't be the first time an elder has tried to fuck with those dearest to me. And my life would be quite boring if I were to hope it'd be the last." The way he said those words might have sounded masochistic. But Rylie had to know by now he lived for the thrill, for the chase, for the game. "Oh, May Day Jazz festival. So -many- to chose from. I'm not sure why I picked these three. But oh my dear, they are simply -starving-. Weak, hungry, snarling little things. I do hope I never see them out of these boxes again. And people think we Giovanni are scoundrels. It's the warlocks who give -us- the bad name."
Renzo Giovanni (May 4, 2011 4:04:56 PM)
"What pisses me off most....is that they won't even get a proper funeral. Isn't that tragic? I do hope the ghosts rip Mensong another asshole and perhaps a couple more mouths from which to scream."
Renzo Giovanni (May 4, 2011 4:08:47 PM)
Renzo drew another deep breath on the cigar, casting the room in a crimson glow which no doubt accentuated the natural highlights in her hair. It was then that he used the burning end of the sweet smelling accessory to ignite the wick of one, two and three candles atop a candleabra beside him.
Amaryllis DeCuir (May 4, 2011 4:17:26 PM)
She drifted towards him eyes flickering with the lights of the candles. Her hair indeed coming to life with the same color of flame and gold..She stared at him...curiously and nodded at his words. "He should owe me a boon for each....though I don't know how to make that happen.." She frowned..."Can I demand it?" She queried on a laugh then.
Renzo Giovanni (May 4, 2011 4:22:55 PM)
Renzo tilted his head with an expression that might have been construed as pity. "Honey, did I hear you second guessing yourself? You can demand anything you damn well please. They're yours!" He frowned then, a rare demeanor on his lips. A hand reached out for her, palm up, fingers open. "Come. Tell me what the big bad Sabbat said to shake up that cunning mind of yours."
Amaryllis DeCuir (May 4, 2011 4:27:50 PM)
Those expressive gold eyes narrowed on him as he questioned her confidance, and she took his hand with a smooth grip, and with easy steps was within inches from him. "I didn't ask to look like her, didn't even think it was possible. The fact that she claimed I was seated because Gamel wanted to steal glances at me and think of her...the fact that every time I fucking turn around there is another Sabbat attack...I don't know -what- games my elder is playing....nor do I know if Gamel is the worst fucking traitor of them all in bed with the Sabbat... fucking hypocrit..." She spat out her ire showing. "And then the fact that she could see me, and there I stood in the middle of a park, with an umbrella as my only weapon of defense...had Martinez not been there, she may have attacked...if she wanted to, and perhaps it would have been my pretty little head in that box.." She whispered then...the vision of Kafni coming back to her with horrific detail and her eyes squeezed closed.
Renzo Giovanni (May 4, 2011 4:37:33 PM)
"Ah. Isn't the pain something refined? So rare it is, for me at least, to find that kind of anger any more. But now you have it! A Toreador scorned." He grinned up at her and tightened his fingers around her hand to pull her close. He was sitting on the coffin and there she stood, so he stamped out the cigar and wrapped both arms around her hips. "Be the vengeful vampiress. Be the sexy bringer of death I know you can be..."
Renzo Giovanni (May 4, 2011 4:37:56 PM)
"We should pay your elder a visit. See if she can live out the night..."
Amaryllis DeCuir (May 4, 2011 4:44:25 PM)
"I have plans to see her on Friday..." She whispered and frowned.. "I have feelings I'm not going to -like- what she has to say." She stared up at him from his perch. "I need to make the arrangements to have these bodies picked up with a moving truck ..." She said, her free hand sliding along the coffin and then over his leg up his thigh and she pressed forward against him. "I'm sure you don't want the Warlock coming here...?" She said it questioningly...her mouth was a smirk.
Renzo Giovanni (May 4, 2011 4:51:22 PM)
"No, we wouldn't want a fashion victim like that finding out where you scream out Alteo's name in the dead hours of the night." The smile he offered was lacivious and teasing all at the same time. Renzo's hands slid down to grab the backs of her thighs lazily. He just seemed to enjoy exploring the curves she was gifted with. "As for the elder. I would ask you don't go without an escort. Clearly Natalia knows more than she's bothering to tell you. Who knows what else is planned?"
Amaryllis DeCuir (May 4, 2011 4:54:29 PM)
"Are you offering to escort me Alteo?" She purred out seductively her hands doing their own roaming..hands moved to the hair at the nape of his neck and threading her fingers in it she jerked his head down so they were face to face. "I don't remember screaming any names..." She grinned at him and then said cooly. "What happens if what she knows isn't something we want to hear?"
Renzo Giovanni (May 4, 2011 5:00:53 PM)
He groans as she jerks his head, apparently enjoying the prospect of a powerful woman. "Oh...maybe that was -me- doing the screaming." He said with a laugh of jest. Renzo's eyes were focused on her wrists a moment, then her neck. "We'd do to her, what I'm imagining doing to you. Except that -we- just wouldn't stop."
Amaryllis DeCuir (May 4, 2011 5:07:50 PM)
"What are you imagining Darling..." She whispered, her fangs extended, from where they lay hidden....the points pressing into the fuller lower lip of that saucy smirk. Molten gold eyes laid into his and she kissed him savagely...practically crawling the coffin to press him back against it.
Renzo Giovanni (May 4, 2011 5:15:59 PM)
She felt his lips go from an icy chill to a passionate heat in that very kiss. His skin caught hints of darker tone in the vague light of the candles. It was then as he lie back that she realized he was, as usual, enjoying the comforts of nothing but that velvety black robe. His broad chest heaved with a draw of breath. Renzo would have choked himself with the scent of her spicy vanilla if he could. He had no problem vocalizing the desire either. Tearing his lips from her just a moment to speak in a husky tone. "I often wondered what it would take to get you to take that last sinful swallow of me." His chocolately brown eyes swam with hunger when he gazed into her amber orbs. Talking about that final taste was making him aroused in all the right ways. "Now, I wonder if the teasing journey is going to be more intense. I do so -adore- intense." She felt his fingers dig into her ass and squeeze, as if to silently say 'mine'.
Amaryllis DeCuir (May 4, 2011 5:24:28 PM)
She was atop him, straddled and pressed in every right way she could be. Skin normally pale, was flushed peach with hints of pink ruddy high spots on her cheeks. She jerked the robe open and placed small non skin breaking bites down his collarbone, along his chest to his navel her hands raking with the tips of her nails down to his hips, where she swirled her tongue along in a path her head coming up as she stared at him one brow lifting. "It is going to take so so much to get me to taste your blood again my Alteo....but imagine the fascinating ways we can press each other to just that breaking point.." Her laugh was almost sinister with its husky sound. And she lowered her head suggestively only to nibble his hip bone where her hands had him grasped. "I don't fancy the idea of you lost to me completely though....I like this game we play..." She pouted up at him, her hair having come haphazardly undone..spilling about her shoulders and down her back.
Renzo Giovanni (May 4, 2011 5:27:34 PM)
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Amaryllis DeCuir (May 4, 2011 5:28:13 PM)
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