Yelena
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Post by Yelena on May 7, 2007 23:53:32 GMT
A veritable purr riled out of Yelena's throat at the weight of Deiniol's hand settling in against her hip and she watched him through dropped eyelids, drinking in his every twitch in expression, his every motion with a tiny smile of genuine appreciation on her lips. With her right hand over his on the arm of the chair, her left teased at the shirt collar, drawing it away from the warm flesh beneath it. She immediately started to feel that hunger rise within her. She had fed recently, if she hadn't she would have drained Thomas but he hadn't been a blood pack, he'd been a punching bag. Different roles for different mortals.
"This might sting." Her cool lips brushed against the exposed skin, she could feel the pulsation of his heart beat through his jugular. Tenderly, in a way that could be misread as the affection of a lover she kissed his neck, after a moment, her fangs extended and her eyes shone crimson but Denny could see neither. Then she opened her mouth, just above the soft tissue, paused a moment to commit the action to memory and sank her teeth into him.
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Post by Deiniol on May 9, 2007 23:04:10 GMT
Nothing had happened once he had placed his hand on Yelena’s waist. The world continued to spin and dip alarmingly, his vision blurred. Deiniol blinked lazily, hardly reacting to her actions as she pulled at his collar, exposing his neck. It didn’t really matter that the dosage had been as small as it was – for someone who had never even had more than a sip of alcohol in his life at a time, any type of drug would have affected him hard.
From a distance he heard some words, something cool brushing against his skin and creating tingling feelings which raced all through his body, heart beat increasing at the simple yet effective stimulation. Every nerve in his body was alert and at attention, straining out to feel and receive information, the experience enhanced by the drug coursing through his system.
Denny gasped and shuddered as fangs pierced his flesh, his hand automatically tightening around Yelena’s waist in shock. The feeling however was not altogether unpleasant and even before he had started trying to move away he had stopped, giving up and letting his eyes drift semi closed in surrender.
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Yelena
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Post by Yelena on May 11, 2007 1:15:26 GMT
The surrender was swift and intoxicating - ironically so. Yelena's fingers threaded into Deiniol's hair, swallowing deeply through the wounds she pressed her fangs into; the familiar tang of copper splashing across her soft palette elicited half a moan that coincided with the tightening of the hand about her waist.
The bloodlust was ignited, despite her lack of actual appetite and Yelena had to think and think hard in order to gain control of herself. She couldn't take too much, couldn't drain him. She couldn't risk losing her new toy before she'd had the chance to play properly. So it was with great presence of mind that the vampire opened her jaw enough to slid her teeth out of the soft, now bruised flesh and draw back enough to be able to look at Deiniol's face.
Her mouth was stained ruby red, her lips wet with the bright arterial blood she had extracted from him. It was warm in her chest, pooling in her gut like a great wave cresting as it gushed down her oesophagus. The rush of the drug was not far behind. Her vision blurred at the edges and she held onto Deiniol's shoulders with an iron grip as her bloody lips parted in satisfaction.
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Deiniol
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Post by Deiniol on May 12, 2007 2:39:30 GMT
His throat hurt, even the drug in his bloodstream couldn’t disguise all the pain, throat torn and bruised. Blood continued to trickle out down through the open wounds in his neck, twin bite marks close to an identical recent mark when he had been bitten the night before. They seemed to hurt as well now, throbbing as if the vampire’s fleeting touch of lips had been enough to trigger the remembrance of pain.
Deiniol’s head rolled slowly to the side, unconsciously exposing more of his bitten and injured neck, the side just too painful to move the other way. A low whimper slipped out through parted lips, his eyes glassy and gaze distant. The young man panted as he sat there, limbs boneless, trying to get enough air into his body, the loss of blood causing his skin to pale. Denny blinked slowly at the feel of something digging into his shoulders and he tried his best to focus on Yelena in front of him, tongue darting out to wet his lips.
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Yelena
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Post by Yelena on May 19, 2007 0:49:08 GMT
Yelena's head dipped forwards slightly, but she caught the movement with a tiny if unneeded gasp of air before her smooth, pale forehead connected with Deiniol's shoulder. The vampire leant back so she could see his face, though her grip on his shoulders remained firm and her seat unchanged, "Hush now sweetheart," she whispered, though he had not spoken to her, "just relax a mite, enjoy the ride..."
A hand threaded its way into his hair and Yelena watched him intensely, she wanted to see how he reacted to the drug while it threaded its way through her own body, upping her mood and relaxing her enough to draw a languid, easy smile that held a little more depth and much more warmth than normal. "Tell me how you feel..."
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Post by Deiniol on May 21, 2007 16:20:48 GMT
“How do I feel?” Deiniol repeated back at her, blinking a couple of times as he tried to formulate an answer. A thoughtful expression appeared on his face as he took in the vampire sitting on his lap. There was no fear in his eyes, the drugs doing their job well enough so that fear was gone, the pain from his neck had faded away to near nothing and instead he felt relaxed and comfortable. As well as able to speak his mind freely, without the constraints of fear or the politeness ingrained in him from youth.
“Feel… Hmm, well I feel… I feel like I don’t actually want to tell you how I feel, Miss. Yelena,” he replied, drawing out the ‘Miss’ before giving a breathless giggle, lips curling into an unguarded smile.
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Yelena
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Post by Yelena on May 23, 2007 23:16:37 GMT
Instead of striking him, or thinking up some other suitable and more creative punishment for her back talk, Yelena raised a sculpted eyebrow at Deiniol and caught her slightly bloody lower lip with the edge of a pointed fang, "Someone's getting lippy," she cooed, relishing his small laugh and the vague smile that tugged at his lips. Without the fear of her she felt maybe he would loosen up a little and it seemed to be paying off, of course she was now in a fairly benevolent mood herself since the drugs in his blood, now inside her too made her al kinds of.... 'chatty'.
Usually Yelena didn't do chatty, unless evil-inspired monologues and threats counted. "Well, what do you feel like doing Deiniol?" her hair whispered against his shoulder as she rocked to the side and tilted her head, watching the world swim and bend in the periphery of her vision.
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Post by Deiniol on May 26, 2007 1:34:46 GMT
He laughed again, a short, breathless laugh that nevertheless managed to contain real amusement in it. Deiniol shook his head, smile increasing in its power for a moment. “Deiniol. That’s funny…” he explained, eyes darting around the room, unable to keep his focus on anything for longer than a few seconds. “You, calling me Deiniol.”
The amusement vanished as quickly as it had appeared, the drugs sending his moods all over the place, exaggerating them and enhancing them. Deiniol looked down, chewing on his bottom lip for a moment, looking much younger than his twenty-four years. He looked vulnerable and a little lost, shifting in the seat as much as he could with Yelena on his lap. “I want to go home,” he whispered, voice miserable. All he wanted was to go home, not here in America, but home, where it was safe and he understood how the world works. “But yes… that is likely,” Deiniol added, tone shifting again, his voice becoming moody, boarding on sarcasm.
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Yelena
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Post by Yelena on May 27, 2007 19:19:22 GMT
Yelena smiled languidly, "Oh?" she purred, her voice low and melodious, "Is there something else you'd rather have me call you, pet? I didn't think to ask if you had a preference now did I? How rude after you went to all that trouble of calling me 'Miss'..." Her dark nail polish caught the hazy lighting again as she smoothed cold fingers through his hair and down his face as his mood turned and she pouted ever so slightly. Her instincts told her that Deiniol was what she was looking for and she was willing to go with her instincts; she'd brought him home, gone through some lengths to get him there too and now she didn't want the fun to be over before it had started. She liked his snappy back talk more than his sad eyes. Though in all honesty she wasn't averse to those either, but right now she wanted him to be 'happy'. A word that took on new connotations in Yelena's world.
"Home is where the heart is baby," she said, though she was smiling at the sarcastic inflections of his voice. The hand that traced his jaw line moved slowly and coolly down his neck to his chest where the fingers spread over his heart, "Yours is here now. With me. It'll only be as comfortable as you let it be now won't it?"
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Post by Deiniol on May 27, 2007 23:01:09 GMT
Shoulder’s rose and fell in a quick, twitchy shrug, his finger’s tapping out an imaginary tune on the arm of the chair. “Deiniol’s very formal,” he explained, voice still low and moody. “Nobody really calls me Deiniol… except for my parents, but then they call all of us by our full Christian names, they don’t approve of anything else…” Denny trailed off, loosing his train of thought as she moved her hand.
He appeared to be considering both Yelena’s words and the hand on his chest, placed directly above his heart which was thumping away. Denny stared down at the slender fingers, chewing on his bottom lip for a couple of moments. Finally he looked back up at her, into those strange eyes that fascinated a part of him, because they were so different.
“When the hornet hangs in the holly hock, and the brown bee drones i’ the rose, and the west is a red-streaked four-o’clock, and the summer is near its close – It’s – Oh, for the gate and the locust lane; and dust and dew, and home again!” He quoted, eyes skittering away halfway through it, gazing around the room as if he saw something very different. “Madison Julius Cawein, In The Lane…” Deiniol mumbled after a few more moments, as an afterthought.
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Post by Yelena on Jun 12, 2007 2:10:24 GMT
Yelena's pale eyes found his once more and she stared at him intensely. "You seem like the formal type though sweetheart, all pressed ties and starched collars," she mused aloud. He spoke, quoted some literature that she was unfamiliar with and a cruel, but amused smile twisted her supple lips at the corners. The words were... oddly placating to her, she liked the inflection and undertones and wetted her lips.
"Locust lane and dust and dew..." she repeated, eyes narrowing at him, more to try and keep her own focus than anything else, the drugs made things blurry and she giggled musically. "Say something else..." she breathed, her hand slipping lower down his chest, leaving the thumping of his quickened heart behind and stopping at his abdomen as the vampire watched him expectantly.
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Post by Deiniol on Jun 12, 2007 23:57:57 GMT
“Oh yes,” Deiniol agreed, nodding his head vaguely for a few moments. “Formal, that’s me. Suits and waistcoats every day, formalities are safe, understandable, easy to hide behind and easy to control.” He explained blithely, letting slip things about his personality that he hadn’t told anyone outside of confessional. In a way this was similar to confessional… except with a pair of cool hands trailing down his body and he shifted a little at the touch. “But this place. Its not exactly the most formal of rooms.”
Deiniol didn’t want to say something else, he didn’t want to sit here tamely, part of him knowing that this… enjoyment wouldn’t last and that there would be pain after it. He wanted to go home, he wanted to go back. Still, he had been asked to do something and even while he was thinking on how he didn’t want to speak, his mouth was opening, a speech from a play emerging.
“Oh, my childhood, days of my innocence! In this nursery I used to sleep; I used to look out from here into the orchard. Happiness used to wake with me every morning, and then it was just as it is now; nothing has changed. It's all, all white! Oh, my orchard! After the dark autumns and the cold winters, you're young again…”
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Post by Yelena on Jun 16, 2007 0:02:26 GMT
Yelena's pale eyes widened slightly and she narrowed her eyes at Deiniol. "Antonin Chekov." She stated, recognising the quote instantly from her very favourite Russian playwright, and one of her preferred plays of his too, "Vishniovy sad, The Cherry Orchard. You my darling thing are in serious danger of becoming my most favourite play thing ever. Quoting Russian literature to me like that..."
She smiled slowly, hand from her torso returning to eye level, fingers moving to his forehead and running coolly down the centre of his forehead as she leaned into him, "Formal or not, suits and skin aside you're something else on the inside aren't you? Tell me what people call you Deiniol. Tell Yelena." The words were whispered, her fingers tripping over his lips and down across his chin as she leant her velvet clad torso against his.
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Post by Deiniol on Jun 17, 2007 18:03:51 GMT
A quiet little giggle bubbled up out of Deiniol, up from the pit of his stomach and out of his mouth. It was perhaps not very dignified – men laughed, if they showed any signs of humour and that was only rarely, or so he had been told – but he couldn’t help it, a small feeling of pleasure unwinding in his gut at the thought of being a favourite anything.
Deiniol had never been anyone’s favourite before, a middle child, always overlooked in favour of his younger siblings or over shadowed by his elder. Had he still been thinking clearly, the young Welsh man would have likely realised that in this case at least, favourite did not necessarily equal good.
The giggle turned into a startled gasp as her fingers touched his forehead and then trailed down his face, sensitive skin straining to feel more of the cool touch against him and without even realising, he leant forward subtly, as if following the touch.
“I like Chekov,” he replied, without needing to. “But everyone says he’s a tragic writer…” The play brought Yelena’s past sharply into focus, her Russian heritage. Russia was one of the places he had dreamed of seeing, and even as she asked for his name, the answer trembling on his tongue, Deiniol held it back, bright eyes meeting hers. “I’ll tell you if you answer me something…”
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Post by Yelena on Jun 25, 2007 18:17:13 GMT
"Stanislavski," Yelena began in a matter of fact tone that was about as far removed from her usual disdain and indifference as was possible, "ruined The Cherry Orchard. It had the potential to be one of the greatest Russian Comedies and the bastard tore it to shreds." Her accent was thick and she swore in Russian, shaking her head sadly as she continued to absently caress Deiniol, enjoying the feeling of his warm flesh beneath her cold skin.
For a moment she had listened to his giggling, not interrupting, just watching him until he speak and her eyes narrowed thoughtfully, or as thoughtfully as they could through the haze of the drugs. She considered him, head tilted to the side so that dark hair tickled her cheek and neck as she looked at him, intrigued, "Very well. Ask away."
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