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| Sabellius | Mar 14 2016, 02:40 PM Post #1 |
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The night was still, bitterly cold, black ice crackling unseen beneath his boots. No silver light to trace the outlines of the hard, frozen world, the new moon slithering in and out of sight behind pewter clouds, scudding smartly across the darkened sky. No silver light to rest upon his shoulders, or turn his hair to mercury. It suited him fine, meant that there were less people around, less chance to be seen. Just another shadow skulking in the gloom. It meant that he didn't have to wear the shades, or constantly duck his head. Once, someone tried to tailed him, a second shadow moving less subtly than they thought. He slid into an alley, a broken gaping mouth just waiting to swallow him. Only one of them exited the other end. The inn was predictably quiet, a light burning somewhere on the second floor, and the third, golden, beckoning with the enticing flicker that promised warmth, and comfort. The killer straightened, rolled his shoulder and felt himself relax. She was awake, he could feel her from here, the industrious ticking, clattering process of her though pattern. Busy writing something, counting and tallying... It was surprising that she'd not relocated to a better abode than this, but then, when your living space had a tendency to explode, perhaps it was better this way. Besides that he hadn't looked very hard past 'where is she?' rather than 'where is she living?' this time. It wasn't as though the owner would tolerate his rooms suddenly and violently expelling themselves in a glorious eruption of splintered wood and heated iron, shattered glass and...most likely bone, muscle...tissue... The Cambion directed his thoughts away from that, snipping them off as clean and surgical as a scalpel. It had been enough of a trial to track her down. Up, then. His left foot tested the sturdiness of the tap on the rain barrel, then abruptly stepped up, one hand catching and scrabbling quietly at the smooth planking of the wall. Claws unsheathed, stabbing and scoring the neatly painted facade, the steel toes of his boots scraping paint and splinters away as he hauled himself up the side of the building to the second floor, then the third. It was a job and a half to shimmy along via precarious handholds on slippery, freezing window sills, on the narrow slats of shutters, his claws creaking with protest as he hung his entire weight from them more than once. Sabe figured that the fall wouldn't kill him, maybe maim him if he were stupid enough to screw up. It would probably be less than he deserved. Carefully, carefully he traced the join between the shutters, one talon catching the latch as he worked and wiggled it, snicking it up. It seemed loud to him in the dark, hanging as he was with his feet braced against the front of the building, breath rough in his own ears. It was a small effort to swing the shutters wide, glad at least for the recent maintenance, only a light hush as they parted, leaving him a good view of the room. It was empty...just a perfectly neatly made bed, table, chairs all tucked in, an armoire that smelled of too much beeswax and the faint smell of her. Someone else's doing no doubt, he'd seen the inside of her house before it had gone skyward. The first room had been precisely and neat, but the rest of it...he sucked in a breath to stop himself laughing at the memory of the mess, and pulled himself up over the ledge. The light was coming from the other room, and...he tilted his head, listening. Pen scratching, ink, paper, perfume and sweat. Sabe turned side on, swung one leg up onto the sill and draped his hand lazily across his knee. If the cold bleeding in from the window didn't rouse her suspicion... + You're working awfully hard. You should take a break now and then... + Edited by Sabellius, Mar 14 2016, 02:44 PM.
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| Rhia | Apr 21 2016, 12:47 PM Post #2 |
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She was lost in the argent glimmer of a burning wick and the pearls of wax that rolled down upon the candle. Though her writing was exemplary neat, the contents of the parchment repeated itself or delved into nonsense without heed for what she actually may have been writing. There was no delay in her motions as she scribbled, eyes trained upon the pearls and then the fire again. She desired a change in color, perhaps a soft blue… no… green glow instead of the familiar warmth of a yellow or orange flame. Notes for alchemical creations and thoughts on what she could or might do in the future involving a handful of Sotoan matters, some more important than others but they were jumbled in with her hobbies. She’d burn the document to make sure it never saw the light of day lest someone think that ‘a pinch of rosewood powder for Aniketos and the rest of the council’ implied she was to poison the entirety of her countries government. Who was she kidding, they’d sooner think she about to level the building than be subtle. A sudden draft caught her attention; the cold in the air was ‘unforgiving’ and turned her mind towards the possibility of either a specter or someone foolishly brave. She caught him out of the corner of her eye, a shadow upon the wall. Perhaps she should have expected this much because it was only a matter of time that someone would attempt to do something like this, she attracted these types. Thankfully, this one was uninvited but not unwelcome. “Not even a hello? The weather must be rubbing off on you.” The corner of her lips upturned with a hint of amusement, as if her posture and tone already didn’t speak volumes of the silent excitement that bled through upon seeing him again. “Come in and close the blasted window. With a night like this I would prefer to keep the warmth of my room.” She set herself up for something she was certain, she quickly changed the line of discussion by meeting his eyes and speaking. “You know a country doesn’t run itself and a home doesn’t also level itself either. I can’t help but be preoccupied with my time. Terrible, isn’t it?” The councilor feigned sorrow. “But all this aside, I would hope you have a sincere reason for being here or I may be cross. What brings you into my room… but more importantly into the dark corners of Madrid’s streets?” With a time like this, Rhia couldn’t help but be suspicious of anyone from outside the country, even if Sabellious was a friend. |
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| Sabellius | Apr 22 2016, 01:14 AM Post #3 |
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His lips turned up slightly at the corners as she reprimanded him for lack of a proper greeting. It was often this way, but what could one say exactly, when you'd just scaled a two story building to crack a window and creep in unannounced? perhaps she expected him to come dressed for dinner, and tip his hat as well? Besides...she seemed busy enough. He'd have been content to sit and wait a little longer, just listening to the erratic rhythm of her pen as it scrawled haphazardly across the page. Despite the rather...chilly, reception, she didn't sound unwelcoming of his company. "It's cold as a witches tit out there." A soft laugh moved through the small spaces of his chest as he slid from the window sill, turning to draw the shutters closed on the darkness. "I'll admit I was hoping for a warmer reception. No biscuits, no tea...it's almost as if you weren't expecting company at all. For shame." The shutters clacked noisily in the dark, though even that was strangely muffled by the gentle hush that came with the snow. He'd never been able to understand why it did that, but it was beautiful nonetheless, and he sort of enjoyed the mystery of not knowing. He didn't want to know the answers to everything, lest he cease to be surprised or amazed anymore. How joyless that would be... "If you're cold, I can help with that..." Sabe half turned to raise one pale brow at the austere woman, then turned fully and leaned back against the sill, bracing himself with his hands. He met her eyes boldly, the naked invitation as warm as the night was freezing. He grinned openly at her play acting, and the way she made it sound like she was actively trying to flatten the entire district. It was well known that someone had broken into her house and blasted themselves out of existence, taking most of the property with them. Like she'd said before, 'there is a reason the sign on the door says Warning.' Not that a sign was going to keep a curious mind out... He crossed the distance between them in two fluid, predatory steps, pulling her to him with what might have been called 'reckless abandon' by a more poetic soul than his. He'd have called it 'wanton behaviour.' "So I need a reason to come find you now?" He nipped the tip of her ear with his teeth and grumbled; "Oh woe is me, forever neglected. Might just so happen I like it when you get pissed off." A frown touched his forehead as he caught the chain of her thoughts, mentally threaded it through his fingers while he considered that suspicion. It wasn't that he blamed her, most people were suspicious of him in general, it was like a reflex that people fell back on when they didn't know how to approach. He'd just hoped that he wouldn't have to see it from her, considering how amiable they had always been. In light of it, he breathed a sigh against her ear, then pulled away, a little irritated by it. "Actually there is something. But it's not outside the borders you should be looking. The future is full of knives..." Edited by Sabellius, Apr 22 2016, 01:15 AM.
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| Rhia | Jul 3 2016, 12:18 AM Post #4 |
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"Cold as a witch's teet. I can't say I know many who go by that title so i'll have to take your word for it." Rhia thought she read him well enough, Sabe had a way of trying to make the best of a moment even if it had not exactly gone his way. It was at least the appearance he did his best to convey when he was around her. This would be the second time that he'd broken in, though this time he'd simply caught her where tension was unavoidable. It was funny to think that the first time this happened he asked her politely not to scream. She joked back and even returned that laugh with a still wary glance. "A shame. But if I leave all that out expecting you I'll waste so much food. As much I'd like. Maybe one day you'll be lucky." She decided she'd become a little more willing to humor the surprise visit even if there was an ulterior motive. That comment and then the actions that followed, she did make eye contact and she wasn't sure what she saw in his eyes. Rhia was ever composed but if she was greener (metaphorically speaking) she might have been irate and embarrassed about how he choose to handle her. The pink leaked into her cheeks. She allowed a quiet but playful gasp to emit from her lips. For what it was worth, it was not unwelcome but here and now? He nipped her ear and she spoke. "Trying to sweep me off my feet? Sabe?" And then his attitude shifted almost instantly. Was it her mild discomfort or something else, it was hard to tell. "There's always a catch with these sorts of things." She sighed, mildly upset that she called it. "A cloak and dagger affair or a veiled threat? You'll need to be less vague." Rhia added before she shifted her posture, putting most of her body weight upon her right leg. Her hands found her hips as she breathed deep as though to compose herself. "But before that. I did miss you. I do appreciate the visit even if it's the dead of night... but I swear I've had more attempts on my life than any other head of state in the past century and with whatever is going on currently, I simply need to be careful." |
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| Sabellius | Jul 25 2016, 12:27 PM Post #5 |
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"I expect so. You don't seem the type to invite company of my sort to dine with you publicly. I might damage your infallible reputation." The snark rolled off his tongue before he'd thought twice, though there was little regret for it. Strange that, since he'd stopped smoking, the stronger and more wild his emotions became, the less he felt sorry. Was this how it was supposed to be? He felt more sorry and angry that he couldn't remember what 'normal' felt like. Was the jaded attitude part of it? It didn't feel so much like his old snarky self, so much as the croc lurking just out of sight under the water, ready to snap. "Why? Do you want me to?" He glanced over his shoulder once and shook his head a little. If a private room in an inn wasn't the time, when was? He bit his tongue, trying not to giggle at the flurry of lewd suggestions threatening to claw their way out of his mouth. Not the time indeed... Perhaps he ought to tell her about his mental talents...but the thought curdled sourly in his stomach, a flicker of fear and self loathing stirring anew. How had that gone the last time? He'd told her and she'd screamed, recoiled and called him a monster, gentle as he'd been. Unnatural...deviant, freak. Well the last one was a little harsh... The Cambion swallowed the urge to spit, unable to get those eyes, clear as the waters around the Tamarind Bay, and so full of terror. One part ashamed, the other awfully aroused. No wonder they'd put a goddamned collar on him. he was an animal. "There wasn't last time...or when you came to find me..." He turned, one hand upraised, finger extended, a mocking smile curling his lips. "...So you're not entirely uninterested, even if you haven't swooned before me yet. We can practice, if you like. I'm warning you though, it's been a while since I actually tried to romance someone..." Red curls, crooked smile, crinkled eyes and sunburned cheeks rife with freckles- The corner of his mouth twitched, stumbled, the smile falling away again. A smoke, a smoke, my kingdom for a smoke... "Then we'll just have to be quiet, won't we?" He took a stride closer to her, peering down through half lidded eyes, close enough their chests brushed together. She hadn't thumped him yet, surprisingly, but he thought it worth the risk. "It would be terrible if someone tried and found you already had company..." Edited by Sabellius, Jul 25 2016, 12:28 PM.
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| Rhia | Jul 25 2016, 01:10 PM Post #6 |
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The pink deepened and her expression twisted to one of slight discomfort. Sabellius crept closer. Playful flirting, as she thought it was, turned into the bluntest of invitations and admittedly there was a part, as small as it was, of her that would have welcomed it. She pressed the nail of her right index finger into the center of his chest and then pressed forward with the rest of her finger, the motion pushed forward gently. She silently begged for him to give her room as Rhia kept what composure she had left and let out a hushed and nervous laugh. "It would be ruinous." Of course it was a bit of an exaggeration. Thankfully, he did give her that space. He caught her off guard and she had little idea of how to react. To think she considered striking him. "Let's not though... Not yet." It was to imply that maybe some other time he would have been successful. "How about I do prepare that tea? How about we catch up instead?" Rhia answered and silently added. 'That I don't assume you're up to something.' As though to reluctantly let down her guard, just for him. "That is something, I think, I'd like far more than what you're suggesting." Edited by Rhia, Jul 25 2016, 01:11 PM.
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| Sabellius | Jul 25 2016, 02:06 PM Post #7 |
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For a moment he stood, her finger adding more pressure by the second, waited for it to stab into his chest and put an end to it. His gaze became no less heated, but more considering, and carefully he took a measured step back, til he felt the emotional bubble of relief burst and wash over her. Scorn welled up, flickered painfully for a moment within him, then snuffed out again. He wanted to snap at her, to tell her that there might not be another time, that he could feel his days quite carefully lined up, a sword of Damocles swinging just over his neck. If the coming storm didn't do it, Méadaigh certainly would. She was his flesh and blood, and like all the others, that selfsame competitive spirit to hunt one another down and eliminate each other still flowed in her as much as himself. Sabe took a deep breath, felt himself relax into a parody of friendliness once more, then sank onto the end of the bed like a puppet with its strings cut. "Don't make it sound like I'm holding you against the wall or anything..." he paused, the joke half formed, then discarded it, distaste souring his mouth. All business. Always. He watched her for a long moment, arms dangling loose between his knees, predatory gaze burning feverishly. "So...what kind of tea? The only person up is the porter and he's dozing by the fire, which he let go out, despite being told to keep it stoked." Ordinarily he would have brushed it off as being part of the inquisition to have the knowledge, but he suspected she knew that he wasn't here in their employ. He doubted enough of them cared that one of their members had gone missing after the whole Morrim hoo-hah, probably marked up as presumed dead. And yet here he was. The whole world thought he was dead in some manner or another. The irony... So it sat between them like only the elephant in the room could. Between the implied threat, the invitation to go to bed, and the fact that...he was here, now when he shouldn't be, had him wondering as well. Someone out there had all the answers he was sure. Lethe... He growled, pushing the heel of his palms against his eyesockets. Lethe... "Not now!" It was difficult, the insistent clanging, the pull on his very being, had to return to the forest, prostrate himself before her, waggle his tongue and smile like a good dog... "Damn it all to the nine!" He flowed to his feet, tail lashing with agitation, half started for the window before his steps slowed, and head down he stood simply concentrating on breathing. In....out...in....out.... "Rhia I'm going to be frank with you. I don't know how much time I have, otherwise..." he flapped a hand limply at the air between them, as if to sum up several years of friendship teetering on something more was unimportant. Couldn't even look at her, like he was doing exactly what people expected. Take the knife an stab her in the back, then do it again, make sure it went in again, again again. "The forest is hostile, and it's coming for you, here, everyone. There's a sizeable force massing as we speak. I don't know how long you have...only Méadaigh knows that and I can't get inside her head." Lethe! The Cambion shook, one hand supporting himself against the wall as he fought the call, tremor after tremor passing through his form. Limited...her control was limited...he didn't have to obey..didn't have to be anyone's slave... "Well I can...but nothing makes sense...she's poisoned...twisted...out of control..and I can't undo it. Not now, it's gone too far. Do you understand?" Sensing her confusion, he peered under his arm at her, only slightly furious. Of course she didn't. "Ask. You want to catch up, ask me now, before I'm gone. Before I can't come back anymore." |
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