*Note: I was going to trash the third night completely, but received numerous requests to keep it in as a turning point in the storyline. So, it stays! I hope you enjoy.
Never, by any means, trust a psychic with much of anything regarding the mind. Whether a ward had actually been put up to guard this ones mind from nightmares and flashbacks or not, one might not know. This one certainly didn't?wait a minute. Reiko was supposed to be on house arrest, confined to the Palazzo Estate. "Screw house arrest," the half-lidded woman said for no particular reason. Sneaking out had been rather simple to do. Just a little bit of a climb through the bathroom window on the first floor had secured Reiko's freedom. Once more, she was not in her own mind. Or, was she? It wasn't even night time yet! The spell was taking effect hours sooner than it should, the scantly-clad woman revealling much of her ghost-white skin as she sought out that Drow. "Master," she said simply.
Where was the Drow? Not outside, that was for damn sure! It was still light out, and whilst he wasn't a vampire?he was very sensitive to light. So, he had cracked open one of the tombs and forcibly ejected the current contents. They were still shambling around the cemetery somewhere. He, in the meanwhile, was resting on a very clean slab with his eyes closed and not really paying much mind to the world. He certainly wasn't expecting the pink Fae to come around at this time of day. Rather, Agrylax had half-expected her to be stuck in a cage of some sort by the stick in the mud fellow.
Still, he heard her wander into the cemetery, not immediately registering her profile. He sat up on that slab with a yawn and tilted his head. A moment after hearing that single-word title was when it finally dawned on him of who it was. Her voice must have been loud and clear enough for the Drow to hear, given her speaking quietly to begin with. Unlike their chance encounter of two nights ago, there were no black suede knee-high boots with stockings to match. Reiko might as well be the darkest version of a Rhy'din cheerleader with what she wore. "In here, little pet." No, Agrylax wasn't going to go out to see her. He was quite happy with the very small amount of light that came into the crypt at this point. "Surprised you're here when the sun is up?interesting?"
Shin-high boots adorned the lower half of her legs this time, sans stockings, and they guided her closer to the tomb where she heard the voice originating from. "Despite the circumstances of late, I know when the one I serve is near." Sun wouldn?t deter her coming to him any! Where she was stepping over to, she liked just as much and smiled at the affectionate title. "How I've longed to see you again, dear Master." Reiko knelt down as closer to his side as she could get. As she did, Icer had woken when Reiko had stirred beneath her. The little dragon soon started to tail her sister, ice blue eyes blinking.
Like Reiko, the Drow just had good hearing. It was an elf thing. When the woman was close enough to him, he peered down at her. That got her head a slow petting with those slender fingers of his. Soft cat-like purrs sounded then. She liked those pettings, enjoyed them even. From the body language to her softly rubbing one cheek against him, she likely enjoyed it more than she cared to admit. "Oh, is that so? And here your friend seemed to think you hated that sort of thing."
"That's what he thinks," Reiko said. Azalean pink eyes peered up at the Drow after saying this. She tilted her head up to try giving the petting hand a single lick like she would if she was in her Fae form. The purrs continued in between to the Drow's enjoyment, and another of Icer's ears twitched as she followed said sounds.
Never, by any means, trust a psychic with much of anything regarding the mind. Whether a ward had actually been put up to guard this ones mind from nightmares and flashbacks or not, one might not know. This one certainly didn't?wait a minute. Reiko was supposed to be on house arrest, confined to the Palazzo Estate. "Screw house arrest," the half-lidded woman said for no particular reason. Sneaking out had been rather simple to do. Just a little bit of a climb through the bathroom window on the first floor had secured Reiko's freedom. Once more, she was not in her own mind. Or, was she? It wasn't even night time yet! The spell was taking effect hours sooner than it should, the scantly-clad woman revealling much of her ghost-white skin as she sought out that Drow. "Master," she said simply.
Where was the Drow? Not outside, that was for damn sure! It was still light out, and whilst he wasn't a vampire?he was very sensitive to light. So, he had cracked open one of the tombs and forcibly ejected the current contents. They were still shambling around the cemetery somewhere. He, in the meanwhile, was resting on a very clean slab with his eyes closed and not really paying much mind to the world. He certainly wasn't expecting the pink Fae to come around at this time of day. Rather, Agrylax had half-expected her to be stuck in a cage of some sort by the stick in the mud fellow.
Still, he heard her wander into the cemetery, not immediately registering her profile. He sat up on that slab with a yawn and tilted his head. A moment after hearing that single-word title was when it finally dawned on him of who it was. Her voice must have been loud and clear enough for the Drow to hear, given her speaking quietly to begin with. Unlike their chance encounter of two nights ago, there were no black suede knee-high boots with stockings to match. Reiko might as well be the darkest version of a Rhy'din cheerleader with what she wore. "In here, little pet." No, Agrylax wasn't going to go out to see her. He was quite happy with the very small amount of light that came into the crypt at this point. "Surprised you're here when the sun is up?interesting?"
Shin-high boots adorned the lower half of her legs this time, sans stockings, and they guided her closer to the tomb where she heard the voice originating from. "Despite the circumstances of late, I know when the one I serve is near." Sun wouldn?t deter her coming to him any! Where she was stepping over to, she liked just as much and smiled at the affectionate title. "How I've longed to see you again, dear Master." Reiko knelt down as closer to his side as she could get. As she did, Icer had woken when Reiko had stirred beneath her. The little dragon soon started to tail her sister, ice blue eyes blinking.
Like Reiko, the Drow just had good hearing. It was an elf thing. When the woman was close enough to him, he peered down at her. That got her head a slow petting with those slender fingers of his. Soft cat-like purrs sounded then. She liked those pettings, enjoyed them even. From the body language to her softly rubbing one cheek against him, she likely enjoyed it more than she cared to admit. "Oh, is that so? And here your friend seemed to think you hated that sort of thing."
"That's what he thinks," Reiko said. Azalean pink eyes peered up at the Drow after saying this. She tilted her head up to try giving the petting hand a single lick like she would if she was in her Fae form. The purrs continued in between to the Drow's enjoyment, and another of Icer's ears twitched as she followed said sounds.