The walk back home had been suggested, if only to cool off and clear their heads. To get some fresh air and regain control.

He had strangely enough chosen chivalry over desires and the nature of the beast.

It was better then ending up on the forest floor near as wild animals would be paired... instead whispered suggestions of control to have a night together.

A quiet evening that seemed something close to well... courtship. Something to look forward to.

He was walking her home and yet in those moments she did not want to think about how the night would end, how it would feel when they parted ways.

His touch and presence had become something significant and important to her. As she had spoken to him in hushed whispers, he mattered to her.

It was unsettling and yet comforting to realize. So often she would leave herself to be alone, never trusting for another to see her then more then a lustful offering and yet she sought the companionship of another that would see her as far more then that.

Unusual that such a person to find her would be Sylus.

Her quiet request had come without control, out of pure need and wish to have him stay with her that evening.

So often she slept naked and judging by the awkwardness in those moments in her bedroom she had a feeling he was in much the same situation.

Yet they had managed... yes the true test of control.

To have that bliss of near intimacy and comfort, and yet not to take it past that. An ending in the white silk nightie on her skin, and him left in his pants.

In that embrace there was the first moments of uncertain tension, the moment that both left them to question if they could manage this... manage this and nothing more for that night.

Eventually comfort would succumb and she fell asleep in his arms with her body curled to his, the black of his hair leaving rivulets of darkness through the diamond mane of her own curls.

A faint smile touched her lips as she gave in to sleep... perhaps control was what mattered and meant everything. If but for that moment... all of this to share with him... to be only in his arms... it was enough.

A little bit of sunshine,
A little bit of booze.
A little bit of me,
and a little bit of you.
A little bit country,
A little bit of blues.
A little slice of heaven,
and a little piece of you.
Alcohaulin A$$ - Hellyeah

What the hell have you gotten yourself into? A singular question that found a way to recurr in his thoughts time and again since they started down this uncertain road. Since returning he'd managed to keep so many at arm's length. And now here lay an enigma draped in diamond and darkness.

The only sensory to intrude on these ponderous synapses came from the whirling industrial fans blowing a cadence of air and motion with a steady whump, whump, whump. To lay there still as stone allowed his mind to percieve that which motion denied. The subtle rise and fall of her chest caught in the passing of R.E.M, though much gave way to her mind being elsewhere in that point in time. A shift here as though teased, a turning up at the corners of her mouth, entirely kissable. The steadily increasing pound of her heart where something in that far away plane stimulated that pulsing centerpiece.

A brow quirks curiously at the sudden grip to his arm not wanting him to break away. This elicits a genuine smile where he lay next to her, just watching every little change and inflection brought forth by her dreaming. Even now he wondered just how far away she traveled, and whom had her so...engaged. To lay here came as too natural, but places unspoken of refused to shift, to move, to want anywhere else. What the hell have you gotten yourself into?

Would he ever find an answer to that? Probably not. Till then they'd just have to see how far down this rabbit hole goes.

And so there's a change...
in your emotions
and all of these memories come rushing
like feral waves to your mind
of the curl of your bodies
like two perfect circles entwined
-The Airborne Toxic Event- 'Sometime Around Midnight'

Her place. His place. Her place again. It all went in circles of their sharing like fresh, new roommates that had yet to decide of which place suited them best. Of course it was far too early for that discussion to come up, the idea of it was far too raw and new to even contemplate.

The presence of Sylus' pupil had brought if anything mild annoyance followed by a heavy chaser of amusement as she had regarded the woman's near childish antics. Tears Diamond could sympathize with, but continuous and in public ... well that was a reason to roll the eyes over and shake her head over the weakness of her own gender.

Esme was far from heartless but she could not help but believe the majority of emotions deserved to remain in private. Sharing those emotions with the world seemed just a cry out for attention. Esme had been there before in the Inn, had been there in the midst of the interview and yet there seemed to be a belief from Leuni that it was all planned rather then as Sylus had called it. Happenstance.

She knew well from the looks Leuni had given her exactly how the girl felt about her, one didn't have to be a mind reader to understand that... or more so to understand how the pupil felt about her teacher.

A sigh was exhaled as a hand plunged through the diamond white of her hair. So often her hair pulled off the illusion that made it appear much shorter then it actually was, left free and loose her hair was a glistening shimmering vision to her hips.

Whore.Harlot. Ice Queen. Heartless B*tch. She had known all of the names so well, had heard them whispered even as her pride, her confidence was never disturbed by those very whispers.

Jealousy and envy and wishful thinking made women as much as men... desparately cruel creatures.

Her fingers twisted and palmed the dog tags hidden in the soft cream of cleaveage in memory.

Esme had known pain. Known it and worn it like a badge of honor all her life. Death and despair... those were just side stories to all the woman had been through. Diamond once had not just lost her parents... but had lost everything... well almost... there were still her sisters.

Diamond was rare to trust, rare to bend and even more rare was it for her to break. In her line of work she knew that such risks weren't always the best choices yet here she was dropping all the cards on the table like some unaware fool.

This was different though.

It was different with Sylus.

The way he felt to her, the understanding between them both was unlike anything she ever experienced. She was fascinated by it, drawn to it. Perhaps drawn to him.

She was lying to herself, there was no perhaps in that notion.

Undeniably she was drawn to him, and despite all of her uncertainty she felt herself giving into the feeling... the realization she was easily starting to care for the Beast.

"Damn it."

A soft exhale breathed out. Half-hearted as that smile twisted her lips as she found her way home and eased on inside. It was just another night and soon he'd be back again.

(Some Mature/Adult Themes. Your Viewer Discretion is Advised)


Please me
Show me how it's done
Tease me
You are the one

I want to reconcile the violence in your heart
I want to recognize your beauty is not just a mask
I want to exorcise the demons from your past
I want to satisfy the undisclosed desires in your heart
*Undisclosed Desires-Muse*

She had ended up kneeling at one point in the clearing. Esme had no memory or recollection of when she had ended up laying out in the grass of that clearing, her hair spilling out like moon blood. Silver and white, almost colorless in the dark sanctuary of the grass.

Her knee moved against her thigh, fingers curling against the silk as she seemed lost in the revel.

Lips parted to let out a shaky sigh, sapphires closed taking the darkness and the light with her as her body trembled in the cool night air.

She remembered well the amber eyes. The hunger there. The need.

Her fingers moved along the curves of her flesh, brushing intimate in that low caress past navel.

The Diamond was lost to the Darkness, giving in to the Night. Taken by the Beast.

Offered out to the Wolf but she was hardly a sacrifice.

The Moon Curse was calling out to her as much as it would to her Beast.

Dual moons and she was feeling another facet of the bond as her fingers dipped lower, found the part of herself that would never be made of diamonds but carried a pearl.

His name was on her lips, and again she gave herself to the strange powers of that forest clearing and the sensations and cords that had linked them together.

Stronger then ever before.

Her body arched out in the night shadows, against the silk as she cried out in pleasure and agony sweet of bliss.

The sound lost to the distant howl of a Wolf waiting and watching in the Shadows.

Wait, I thought I had this down
I built all my cages and my hide out
I covered all my bases
But you
You creep in like a whisper
I try not to listen but I hear you
I don't know just what it is you do
But do it again
*Poe-Amazed*

Black ribbons and red rose petals against ivory fabric and diamond curls. Esme woke up in the arms of Sylus by the stream, the ribbons and rose petals left forgotten around them even as she realized that more then one dream had been acted and completed as they rested together.

A hint of a smile curled upon her lips as she looked over the form of the man beside her, scarred or not she found him breathtaking. Each moment of looking at him made her heart seem to swell near to bursting, a feeling that had never been her own to possess in so many years... perhaps never.

The words she thought she never would speak fell from her lips in whispers in his ear as the afterglow of their bliss lingered around them. She ached in the ever so pleasant way as her body moved not away from him but closer to fit and form her curves to his body.

As she looked him over she remembered the wings, feathers and hair in her hands as black as the night sky, her own curls weaving through to cast the illusion of moonlight and stars in the night claim of his hair.

Love was a wickedly curious thing but she would not deny him that emotion, and knew well that she would not back away from that emotion building within her.

A memory flash of the dream scape. Fingers intertwined, palms pressing, ribbons binding. He had asked her what she thought it meant. She had known... oh she had known so well.

It could not be claimed as destiny or fate but she knew then, as much she imagined he did, that their lives were bound.

Handfasting left to dreams but the possibility was there lingering on the edge of their lives... the constant awareness that through it all, she was his... and he was hers... and Esme found, the feeling didn't bother her at all... in fact far the opposite. He felt like home to her.