*Based on Live Roleplay*
The long hall of the Dragon inn, empty mostly but of him. He smells like metal and incense and like the subdued leather of his long coat. His grey eyes are lowered, the light from the windows and dieing day in long, weak strips on the floor that didn't seem too much to concern him. After all, the dust of ages was one he could have brushed off his hands. One of his boots was propped on the opposing knee, acting as a desk which propped up a book he was reading. It was wide and old, the edges looking beaten. When he read it was with knit brows and an expression that looked like he was ready to spit on the page. She would appears on the couch from the shadows like she was always been there. her dark red hair hung on past her back, her dark gold eyes looks around. She was dressed in a short red silk dress that shows off the curves on her body and also barely covers her body, she crosses her bare legs and her gold eyes watched him: The appearance is gradual and smooth, but the weight of her eyes on him isn't. He knew what it felt like when someone was watching. His hands which had done a gentle, silent tap-count as he read stopped and his grizzled gaze turned on her. There was neither surprise or apathy. It was like he just noticed a new piece of art hanging on the wall. His eyebrows arch up, just slightly, to ask her why she's there. She shrugs and smiles, Her dark eyes look on his form as to check him out. He's dressed in an older style of clothes. Black hair. decadent like the rich but careless about it. She says nothing and he, well, he glances down at the pages of his book. He breaks the silence with offhand conversation, "Are you waiting for someone?"
"Perhaps."
And books and paper. He smelled like that, too, but it wasn't just because of the one on his lap. His eyes moved to her and he slowly shut what he was reading, "Or is it that you want something from me?
"
"Company." she fingers slide up her bare thigh. He worked at the Library of Dark lore and smelled like the place. Like t he path of rotten leaves that broke and wedged themselves into the crevices of his shoe. At her words he signalled at the chair nearby him at the table. Well, if she was going to want his company it best look as though they were sharing it.
she pats seat next to her. "Here, my lord." The couch was more comfortable and he felt rather indifferent about it. The closed book lifted off his lap to rest on the table. He gets to his feet slowly and makes way over to her slowly. His eyes don't say much, they just storm as he sits in the couch, slouched like a large cat in the corner. He was sure she had suffered company more often than not.
Her gold eyes watching the storming in his eyes. "I am called Avita."
"Avita." Like he confirmed it. He reached into his jacket pocket, withdrawing a cigarette and lighting it. After a stream of smoke out his lips, "I'm Thalas." He wouldn't have known if she were or wasn't new to town. It was rare to see him on the town. Everyone got to be new when they approached him, "I work at the Darklore library." With a brokenhearted witch. Anyway, "You?"
"I don't work any where, Thalas." She look away from him. "What is the darklore library?" Her gold eyes looks back at him.
"It's off in the southern glen," his hand gesture was dismissive about the library then he shrugged again, "Carry books on the who lot of darklore. Beings, items... myths...stories. Pretty much anything anyone has written that we can get our hands on." This seemed to suit him. His grin appeared.
"Darklore as in dark magic?"
"Pretty much dark everything. Dark magic, dark items, dark beings. The vampires, the demons. Items in history which are supposed to be powerful. Myths and legends. Confirmed or not, it's there."
"I would like to see this, Thalas?"
"I'm sure the atmosphere would suit you," then grin unmoved and his eyes tracing over to the door, "We could go now."
"we can stay if you don't want to work?"
"Oh, I won't be working. I'll show you. Come on." He got to his feet and dropped his hand down to her. Those long piano digits outstretched for her own to draw her to her feet, "You should see it." she would take his hand, and lower her legs down, her gold eyes looks into his stormy eyes. A wall behind his gaze. Her feet only in the shallow end of the pool. He took several steps out of the way to take his book under one hand, leading her along the way by hand. At first the slow pace he had at his approach of her and then the pace quickened. His gaze shot over his shoulder to see if she was still there, if she smiled or frowned.
she follows him, a tilt of her head. watching him. she was smiling softly. "how far is it?"
"Not far." Outside the sun has just set and the last gold it paints on everything has begun turning over into blue. He stopped when they arrived. It had been an old church, once, long ago. Abandoned and remodeled into the library it was now. Solid oak double doors he opened up for her and stepped in. The shelves were daunting, they climbed up the high walls. Ladders with wheels hugged them. There were sections, divided by genre, in t he library. Upon entering there was a desk one had to pass with. no one behind it, it seemed. He didn't doubt Saga was somewhere not far off. "So you see," his hands drops away from her's and arms spread to point to the area around them, "The Library of Darklore." He was starting to look more lively.
her gold eyes looks around . she moves to one of the shelves, her fingers touch the book:: "This is truly an unique place, Thalas." Her red lips play into a smile, her gold eyes watch Thalas once more.
"Is there something you wanted to look for?" He offered with a small shrug, then his eyebrows lowered in recollection, "Some of the books are enchanted, it's... a bit daunting what all resides on the shelves. Quite the bit of dark danger. It is..." his smile fades a little, but not in a dimming of emotion, "... not the place for amateur readers."
"Not today, Thalas." She moves to him, a hand touch his cheek. He's cold, but he didn't think that would surprise her. Was he naturally keen to her, or was it just her nature coming through? With the library and years behind him, could she doubt that he had known her from the onset,
"I see. It's always business with you." His hands tracing up the back of her's that touched him.
"it is always is business." She moves closer to him, and moves her lips closer to his.
"Vampires must be fantastic clients for you-- we're self destructive as is, already," and his hand went through her hair, to the back of her head where it was a fist and he leaned in to kiss her. Victims everywhere clamored for justice, that the vampire might walk away from a woman with less than always, always with more. Her red lips seemed to part as his lips claims her lips. Her gold eyes closed. There is wretched apathy, anger, sadism and masochism in his kiss. That he could translate years, centuries in the husk of his body to her through his lips. That there was an open invite for her to take part of his away with her in his lips. Pressed to her's, pulling her in closer to him. Feeling the impression of books at his back from the shelf behind him. her fingers slide up his body, she bitted down on his bottom lip. she kissed him hard. He did end up breaking away from her. His lips drawn to a line and his hands resting at the corner turn of her hip bone. It wasn't hard to imagine how simple it was for him to loan out his affection. There was no heart to it. Eyebrows lowered and then, "There are things I must do, though."
"we shall continue later then."
"Do you know the way back?" shortly in his mind after that... did it matter if she did? What was the worst that could happen to a woman like her, trailing her way around? Only fortune. She smiled and brought her lips on his, caressing his lips softly. She disappears like she was never was there,
Thanks for a great play, Thalas
The long hall of the Dragon inn, empty mostly but of him. He smells like metal and incense and like the subdued leather of his long coat. His grey eyes are lowered, the light from the windows and dieing day in long, weak strips on the floor that didn't seem too much to concern him. After all, the dust of ages was one he could have brushed off his hands. One of his boots was propped on the opposing knee, acting as a desk which propped up a book he was reading. It was wide and old, the edges looking beaten. When he read it was with knit brows and an expression that looked like he was ready to spit on the page. She would appears on the couch from the shadows like she was always been there. her dark red hair hung on past her back, her dark gold eyes looks around. She was dressed in a short red silk dress that shows off the curves on her body and also barely covers her body, she crosses her bare legs and her gold eyes watched him: The appearance is gradual and smooth, but the weight of her eyes on him isn't. He knew what it felt like when someone was watching. His hands which had done a gentle, silent tap-count as he read stopped and his grizzled gaze turned on her. There was neither surprise or apathy. It was like he just noticed a new piece of art hanging on the wall. His eyebrows arch up, just slightly, to ask her why she's there. She shrugs and smiles, Her dark eyes look on his form as to check him out. He's dressed in an older style of clothes. Black hair. decadent like the rich but careless about it. She says nothing and he, well, he glances down at the pages of his book. He breaks the silence with offhand conversation, "Are you waiting for someone?"
"Perhaps."
And books and paper. He smelled like that, too, but it wasn't just because of the one on his lap. His eyes moved to her and he slowly shut what he was reading, "Or is it that you want something from me?
"
"Company." she fingers slide up her bare thigh. He worked at the Library of Dark lore and smelled like the place. Like t he path of rotten leaves that broke and wedged themselves into the crevices of his shoe. At her words he signalled at the chair nearby him at the table. Well, if she was going to want his company it best look as though they were sharing it.
she pats seat next to her. "Here, my lord." The couch was more comfortable and he felt rather indifferent about it. The closed book lifted off his lap to rest on the table. He gets to his feet slowly and makes way over to her slowly. His eyes don't say much, they just storm as he sits in the couch, slouched like a large cat in the corner. He was sure she had suffered company more often than not.
Her gold eyes watching the storming in his eyes. "I am called Avita."
"Avita." Like he confirmed it. He reached into his jacket pocket, withdrawing a cigarette and lighting it. After a stream of smoke out his lips, "I'm Thalas." He wouldn't have known if she were or wasn't new to town. It was rare to see him on the town. Everyone got to be new when they approached him, "I work at the Darklore library." With a brokenhearted witch. Anyway, "You?"
"I don't work any where, Thalas." She look away from him. "What is the darklore library?" Her gold eyes looks back at him.
"It's off in the southern glen," his hand gesture was dismissive about the library then he shrugged again, "Carry books on the who lot of darklore. Beings, items... myths...stories. Pretty much anything anyone has written that we can get our hands on." This seemed to suit him. His grin appeared.
"Darklore as in dark magic?"
"Pretty much dark everything. Dark magic, dark items, dark beings. The vampires, the demons. Items in history which are supposed to be powerful. Myths and legends. Confirmed or not, it's there."
"I would like to see this, Thalas?"
"I'm sure the atmosphere would suit you," then grin unmoved and his eyes tracing over to the door, "We could go now."
"we can stay if you don't want to work?"
"Oh, I won't be working. I'll show you. Come on." He got to his feet and dropped his hand down to her. Those long piano digits outstretched for her own to draw her to her feet, "You should see it." she would take his hand, and lower her legs down, her gold eyes looks into his stormy eyes. A wall behind his gaze. Her feet only in the shallow end of the pool. He took several steps out of the way to take his book under one hand, leading her along the way by hand. At first the slow pace he had at his approach of her and then the pace quickened. His gaze shot over his shoulder to see if she was still there, if she smiled or frowned.
she follows him, a tilt of her head. watching him. she was smiling softly. "how far is it?"
"Not far." Outside the sun has just set and the last gold it paints on everything has begun turning over into blue. He stopped when they arrived. It had been an old church, once, long ago. Abandoned and remodeled into the library it was now. Solid oak double doors he opened up for her and stepped in. The shelves were daunting, they climbed up the high walls. Ladders with wheels hugged them. There were sections, divided by genre, in t he library. Upon entering there was a desk one had to pass with. no one behind it, it seemed. He didn't doubt Saga was somewhere not far off. "So you see," his hands drops away from her's and arms spread to point to the area around them, "The Library of Darklore." He was starting to look more lively.
her gold eyes looks around . she moves to one of the shelves, her fingers touch the book:: "This is truly an unique place, Thalas." Her red lips play into a smile, her gold eyes watch Thalas once more.
"Is there something you wanted to look for?" He offered with a small shrug, then his eyebrows lowered in recollection, "Some of the books are enchanted, it's... a bit daunting what all resides on the shelves. Quite the bit of dark danger. It is..." his smile fades a little, but not in a dimming of emotion, "... not the place for amateur readers."
"Not today, Thalas." She moves to him, a hand touch his cheek. He's cold, but he didn't think that would surprise her. Was he naturally keen to her, or was it just her nature coming through? With the library and years behind him, could she doubt that he had known her from the onset,
"I see. It's always business with you." His hands tracing up the back of her's that touched him.
"it is always is business." She moves closer to him, and moves her lips closer to his.
"Vampires must be fantastic clients for you-- we're self destructive as is, already," and his hand went through her hair, to the back of her head where it was a fist and he leaned in to kiss her. Victims everywhere clamored for justice, that the vampire might walk away from a woman with less than always, always with more. Her red lips seemed to part as his lips claims her lips. Her gold eyes closed. There is wretched apathy, anger, sadism and masochism in his kiss. That he could translate years, centuries in the husk of his body to her through his lips. That there was an open invite for her to take part of his away with her in his lips. Pressed to her's, pulling her in closer to him. Feeling the impression of books at his back from the shelf behind him. her fingers slide up his body, she bitted down on his bottom lip. she kissed him hard. He did end up breaking away from her. His lips drawn to a line and his hands resting at the corner turn of her hip bone. It wasn't hard to imagine how simple it was for him to loan out his affection. There was no heart to it. Eyebrows lowered and then, "There are things I must do, though."
"we shall continue later then."
"Do you know the way back?" shortly in his mind after that... did it matter if she did? What was the worst that could happen to a woman like her, trailing her way around? Only fortune. She smiled and brought her lips on his, caressing his lips softly. She disappears like she was never was there,
Thanks for a great play, Thalas