(Parts of post taken from Depeche Mode- In Chains http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=35UuM1Ap-4Y )
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With cinnamon lips
That did not match his eyes
Oh then he let me go
~Snow Cherries from France-
Tori Amos~
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A Hunter a Gatherer she had become. From the moment she had rested eyes upon the crimson fleshed incubus she had been captivated. Drawn. Intoxicated and Enraptured.
Perhaps it was something of an appeal. That awakening as the gilded door of gold glistened within her with a new intent. Desire.
It had drawn her to the Crymson Tryst, the preternatural fetish club that was tucked and hidden well in the West End.
There was so much to take. So much to know. The emotions unraveled and curled around her in such a teasing beckon. Feeding her, filling her as the Vessel to claim all that they offered as her own.
Perhaps that was how she ended up on the stage when one of the bar tenders heard Carita singing in time with the music pulsating and throbbing as a wicked heartbeat in the club.
They had changed her from that typical gentleman's shirt to something more well catered to the club. A black dress that seemed to pour like oil at her flesh, accentuating every curve.
Ever still the dipping plunge of neckline and that talisman she wore, the gold of her hair had been slicked back to an addiction that Midas could never resist to want to touch...to feel. Porcelain skin gleaming like moonlight in the spotlight. She was a vision... she was something... hypnotic when she opened her mouth and sang.
The way you move
Has got me yearning
The way you move
Has left me burning
I know you know what you're doing to me
I know my hands will never be free
I know what it's like to be in chains
Her voice was thick honey gold, purring out soft promises as her fingers caressed the microphone stand, those Seraphim silvers liquid mercury sin as they set upon the crowd. That door of her spirit opened and she became the Vessel once more. Taking of those emotions, tasting at Desire, want, need as she sang. Hips moving in a writhing provocative sway as the song seemed to offer itself as a vocalization of her adoration of the one who had captivated her.
The way you move
Is meant to haunt me
The way you move
To tempt and taunt me
I know you knew on the day you were born
I know somehow I should've been warned
I know I walk every midnight to dawn in chains
In chains, I'm in chains
In chains, I'm in chains
Her head tipped back, eyes hooded in that seductive way, lips parting as the pale rose tip of tongue brushed to those sweet rosen budes of her tempting mouth. Back arching as hips moved as if she would be the serpent to curl against the stand.
Eyes closed as she sang, drank in their wants and needs. Knowing them as her own... because in that night...as her thoughts were clouded with the possessive claim of Aukai's presence in her spirit...her spirit was reflective of the club's crowd.
She was their Mirror. And they were her sacrifice of emotions.
You've got me dying for you
It's you that I'm living through
You've got me praying to you
Saying to you anything you want me to
You've got me reaching for you
My soul's beseeching me too
You've got me singing to you
Bringing to you anything you ask me to
The way you move
Is mesmerizing
The way you move
Is hypnotizing
I know I crumble when you are around
Start to mumble a bit of a false sound
Straggle, stumble, shackled and bound in chains
In chains, I'm in chains
In chains, I'm in chains
A slow smile curled at her lips, felinesque in its nature and way as the song was purred out to its final offerings of sensual musings. Something of a tribute and offering to Aukai. No she could not get him from her thoughts.
The song ended in a low purr as she eased the microphone back to the stand and was gone from their view. Leaving them breathless. Drained of emotion. Filled with nothing more but questions and wonder.
You've got me dying for you
It's you that I'm living through
You've got me praying to you
Saying to you anything you want me to
You've got me reaching for you
My soul's beseeching me too
You've got me singing to you
Bringing to you anything you ask me to
I'm in chains
In chains, I'm in chains
In chains, I'm in chains
In chains, I'm in chains
The crimson ribbons of satin were enrapturing her throat, glistening like the life blood against the moon pale of her flesh, the star gold of her hair, offsetting the black of dress and silver of eyes.
Aukai had opened a door within her spirit that had been locked, barred, and chained for so long.
And that Door... was the Door of Desire.
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With cinnamon lips
That did not match his eyes
Oh then he let me go
~Snow Cherries from France-
Tori Amos~
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A Hunter a Gatherer she had become. From the moment she had rested eyes upon the crimson fleshed incubus she had been captivated. Drawn. Intoxicated and Enraptured.
Perhaps it was something of an appeal. That awakening as the gilded door of gold glistened within her with a new intent. Desire.
It had drawn her to the Crymson Tryst, the preternatural fetish club that was tucked and hidden well in the West End.
There was so much to take. So much to know. The emotions unraveled and curled around her in such a teasing beckon. Feeding her, filling her as the Vessel to claim all that they offered as her own.
Perhaps that was how she ended up on the stage when one of the bar tenders heard Carita singing in time with the music pulsating and throbbing as a wicked heartbeat in the club.
They had changed her from that typical gentleman's shirt to something more well catered to the club. A black dress that seemed to pour like oil at her flesh, accentuating every curve.
Ever still the dipping plunge of neckline and that talisman she wore, the gold of her hair had been slicked back to an addiction that Midas could never resist to want to touch...to feel. Porcelain skin gleaming like moonlight in the spotlight. She was a vision... she was something... hypnotic when she opened her mouth and sang.
The way you move
Has got me yearning
The way you move
Has left me burning
I know you know what you're doing to me
I know my hands will never be free
I know what it's like to be in chains
Her voice was thick honey gold, purring out soft promises as her fingers caressed the microphone stand, those Seraphim silvers liquid mercury sin as they set upon the crowd. That door of her spirit opened and she became the Vessel once more. Taking of those emotions, tasting at Desire, want, need as she sang. Hips moving in a writhing provocative sway as the song seemed to offer itself as a vocalization of her adoration of the one who had captivated her.
The way you move
Is meant to haunt me
The way you move
To tempt and taunt me
I know you knew on the day you were born
I know somehow I should've been warned
I know I walk every midnight to dawn in chains
In chains, I'm in chains
In chains, I'm in chains
Her head tipped back, eyes hooded in that seductive way, lips parting as the pale rose tip of tongue brushed to those sweet rosen budes of her tempting mouth. Back arching as hips moved as if she would be the serpent to curl against the stand.
Eyes closed as she sang, drank in their wants and needs. Knowing them as her own... because in that night...as her thoughts were clouded with the possessive claim of Aukai's presence in her spirit...her spirit was reflective of the club's crowd.
She was their Mirror. And they were her sacrifice of emotions.
You've got me dying for you
It's you that I'm living through
You've got me praying to you
Saying to you anything you want me to
You've got me reaching for you
My soul's beseeching me too
You've got me singing to you
Bringing to you anything you ask me to
The way you move
Is mesmerizing
The way you move
Is hypnotizing
I know I crumble when you are around
Start to mumble a bit of a false sound
Straggle, stumble, shackled and bound in chains
In chains, I'm in chains
In chains, I'm in chains
A slow smile curled at her lips, felinesque in its nature and way as the song was purred out to its final offerings of sensual musings. Something of a tribute and offering to Aukai. No she could not get him from her thoughts.
The song ended in a low purr as she eased the microphone back to the stand and was gone from their view. Leaving them breathless. Drained of emotion. Filled with nothing more but questions and wonder.
You've got me dying for you
It's you that I'm living through
You've got me praying to you
Saying to you anything you want me to
You've got me reaching for you
My soul's beseeching me too
You've got me singing to you
Bringing to you anything you ask me to
I'm in chains
In chains, I'm in chains
In chains, I'm in chains
In chains, I'm in chains
The crimson ribbons of satin were enrapturing her throat, glistening like the life blood against the moon pale of her flesh, the star gold of her hair, offsetting the black of dress and silver of eyes.
Aukai had opened a door within her spirit that had been locked, barred, and chained for so long.
And that Door... was the Door of Desire.