Deiniol
Human
Church Secretary
Life's a show and we all play a part
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Post by Deiniol on Jan 6, 2008 14:07:35 GMT
Before, the disgust and fear at the knowledge that she had done such a thing while he had been unconscious would have shown clearly on his face; as well as the fear about what else she might have done to him while he was so helpfully and unknowing but now Deiniol could barely summon up the energy to do more than shudder lightly at the slow and deliberate feel of her fingers along his back, the vampire taking ever opportunity to remind him – as though he needed reminding – exactly how helpless and how much of a prisoner he really was.
Slowly, Deiniol pushed himself up, gripping at the chair as he went for added leverage and support, while trying to will some feeling back into his arms and legs. It had been far too long since he had moved under his own power and for a moment it seemed as though his limbs would fold under him, sending him crashing to the ground before he was able to gain control over them. He hunched his shoulder up as he moved towards the table, clearly wanting to be anywhere that wasn’t moving towards his tormenter but not even glancing towards the door and freedom.
The young man finally reached the table and Yelena, staring warily down at the flat box. It looked innocent enough but Deiniol wasn’t sure he wanted to see what was inside, wasn’t sure he wanted to know what it all meant. But more than that he didn’t want to make Yelena angry. Nervously, Deiniol reached up to the knot of his tie, tugging and tightening it in three small, successive movements, not even really being aware of his action, unconsciously drawing comfort from it and then reaching out, fingers brushing across the lid of the box. It was impossible to draw it out any longer, his fingers gripping at the edges and pulling the top carefully off.
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Yelena
Vampire
Rogue
Please could you stop the noise, I'm trying to get some rest.
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Post by Yelena on Jan 22, 2008 18:15:59 GMT
Yelena watched every movement as if she were cataloguing them, reading his motions as someone would read a book. Having been tied down to that chair for two weeks she knew he'd be sore, his muscles would have ceased and cramped and she watched with amusement behind the ever present veil of disdain as he moved towards the box she had sent out on the surface of the table for him. At the straightening of his tie she smirked slightly, eyes waning luminous crimson as she watched him. The hesitation was amusing. Cute almost, as if he expected there to be a severed head inside it; for one thing the box was too shallow for that and too flimsy for the weight of a skull and brain, and two she wasn't in the mood for such gruesome things just yet. No, before any of that sort of thing she was working in a subtler medium. For the time being at least.
When Deiniol opened the box the tissue paper was reveal inside, a dark maroon colour, the edges folded inwards neatly. Beneath it was a three piece suit, tailored to his measurements precisely, a jacket, a pair of trousers and a waistcoat with a black shirt and a new tie in a bloody crimson colour, all made from the best fabric, all paid for with Yelena's sizeable, and safely deposited money. There was even a little box tucked down the side with a pair of cufflinks in it.
The vampire reached out to take the small box from the corner, straightening up and walking around the corner of the table with it so that she was standing right beside him, her hip resting against the lip of the table, "Think of this as a celebration of our first anniversary together, love," she breathed, opening the box to show the little, almost innocent looking cufflinks settled neatly into their velvet cushion.
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Deiniol
Human
Church Secretary
Life's a show and we all play a part
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Post by Deiniol on Jan 25, 2008 1:22:37 GMT
In a way, he had been expecting a head or something equally as horrific. Something disturbing or vile, not something as… domestic as a new suit to replace the rapidly unpleasant one he was clothed in. It took an effort, but Deiniol managed not to shudder at the thought of his current clothing state, at the shameful amount of wear, tear and dirt on it.
Almost transfixed by the clothes, he reached out, the pads of his fingers trailing along the uppermost item of clothing in the box, knowing from the mere touch alone that it was of a high quality. Something uncoiled in his gut at that knowledge, a flash of pride that never made it to his face. His mother had always warned her son against the sin of pride, against the fact that right from the start, Deiniol had needed – yes needed – to always be clothed in the best that he could afford, to hide himself away behind layers of perfectly pressed suits and silken ties, to disguise what he was. The enjoyment he got out of a new, expensive outfit, it was a sin. Before he might have tried to deny it, or punish himself for it or even spill out his secrets to the Father but there didn’t seem a whole lot of point now, the pride of appearance just another thing about himself that in the last two weeks he had learnt not to like.
“Thank you?” Deiniol ventured softly, accent and emphasise on the words making his reply seem more like a question than anything else. After two weeks he knew better than to keep silent and he knew far, far better than to flinch or try to shy away at the sudden, unwelcome proximity of the female vampire. He looked away from the suit, fingers still pressed against it as Yelena opened the small box, eyes drawn to the small and harmless looking cufflinks. Deiniol was still a little unsure as to why she was doing this in the first place, but had long ago worked out the best thing to do was play along.
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Yelena
Vampire
Rogue
Please could you stop the noise, I'm trying to get some rest.
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Post by Yelena on Mar 5, 2008 0:55:46 GMT
There was time in the future for severed heads and hands and other body parts, but Denny wasn't ready for that yet, Yelena was more interested in the subtle breaks, starting slowly with the little things, taking away his control with finesse and tact rather than a sledgehammer. After al, if he really was a keeper then she wanted to be gentle with him, she had to make sure that she struck the right balance and traumatizing him too much right away with violence and gore was not her style. Not at all.
"You're welcome, my dear," she purred smoothly, staring at Deiniol rather than the suit or the cufflinks. "Red is my favourite colour, you know," she continued voice low and carefully measured and controlled so that he would know she was serious, that this was coming from a cerebral place, there was not 'heat of the moment' in what was about to pass, it was carefully calculated and thought through, "I think it would suit you very well. After a long pause, her cold, thin fingers setting the box with the cufflinks down on the table's surface, Yelena leaned forwards, close enough for the cold breath to wash over the human's skin, "Put it on."
It was not a request.
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Deiniol
Human
Church Secretary
Life's a show and we all play a part
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Post by Deiniol on Mar 12, 2008 0:09:48 GMT
Watching the cufflinks and the box they were in was far preferable to watching Yelena herself, even if that did put Denny at the disadvantage of not being able to see her, to take what little he could from her movements and her face. She was so fundamentally different from anyone and everything he had ever known, so impossible to predict or even understand. Deiniol had made his living from predicting other people, from pre-empting their wants and needs and to find himself in a situation where everything he had known was useless was… frightening.
Well, almost everything. Every now and then, he saw something in her eyes that he could predict, he knew when to stop pushing or when she was actually trying to drag an answer out of him. Denny didn’t know what scared him more, the times when she was a complete mystery to him or the time when he could guess at least part of what Yelena wanted and the coward in him that was against pain made sure he tried to limit it as much as possible.
The flinch was impossible to control at the feel of her breath on his skin. Every time he thought she had beaten him down enough for his body not to react in fear, knowing that fear led to more pain, his own body rebelled, showing its disgust at being so close to an insane vampire, a disgust that the conscious part of Deiniol’s mind shared even if he tried to keep it hidden. He swallowed heavily, fingers still sprayed against the top most item of clothing, her words slowly sinking in and sending a chill down his spine. Even without looking he could guess part of her intentions, Deiniol hoping he was wrong, that she wouldn’t take even his privacy away from him – it was such a stupid thing to hope.
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