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Post by roxyhart on Apr 2, 2010 12:59:07 GMT -7
'CAUSE I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO WHENEVER YOU'RE NEAR
OH BABY, YOU MAKE ME JUST WANNA
YOU MAKE ME WANNA PIN YOU DOWN AND TEAR YOU APART
Oh, the night had already gotten off to a glorious start. Roxy had emerged from her apartment shortly after the sun had slipped below the horizon, casting a delicious darkness over London. It hadn't taken Roxy long to find a lone male wandering the streets. With practiced ease, so skilled from doing this over a hundred years, Roxy had seduced the man, luring him into a nearby alley. Her lips left blood-red lipstick marks on his lips as she kissed him sweetly, pressing her body up against his, letting her hands wander over the human's chest and collarbone. Roxy kissed down the human's jaw and neck, smirking at the fact that he had no idea what she was. She could hear his heart beating, she could feel the blood running through his veins underneath her lips. "Sorry, darling," the woman murmured softly with a smirk. It took the human a second to realize what was about to happen, but by the time his hands clenched her cold hips, she had bitten into his neck, feeling his warm blood well up in her mouth. The human thrashed about a bit, trying to make a noise, but Roxy brought one of her hands up to cover his mouth, pinning him to the wall by his shoulders with her other had. She was easily stronger than him. Roxy could feel the human's bones weaken beneath her touch as she shoved him into the wall, the sense of fear and distress he was giving off making her moan quietly as she swallowed mouthfuls of his warm blood.
It wasn't long before Roxy had dropped the human to the ground, almost completely dry of blood. She had been surprisingly neat for a vampire, managing to only get a little smudge of blood on the corner of her mouth. Roxy licked the spot of blood off and exited the alleyway happily, her skin tingling with the exciting rush of a fresh kill. Glancing in a near by window, Roxy checked to make sure her blood-red lipstick had remained perfect, which it had. With a happy giggle to herself, she ran her fingers through her long, blue-black curls and headed down the street, her black, satin heels clicking quietly on the cobblestone. "One, two, Roxy's coming for you.." She said quietly with a delighted smirk, her hands playing with the edge of her black dress as she walked near a theater. Immediately, Roxy recognized a scent which she hadn't smelled in about 15 years. She stopped where she was, all of her movements gracefully fluid. Her sparkling, emerald eyes gazed at the theater door. Julian. "Three, four, she's at the door..." Her long, pale, smooth legs seemed to somewhat glow in the moonlight as she walked up the steps of the theater, grabbing hold of the door handle and slipping inside.
Theaters had always been some place where Roxy felt very much at home. Ever since she was a child, she had been so in love with music. She had written countless pieces over the years, and she still sang and played the piano with the perfection she had as a 20 year old human in college, perhaps even better. Roxy had been blessed with a sense of perfect pitch, and it amused her to find the key in which all of the sounds she heard were in, like people's voices. The theater had a very familiar smell to Roxy, and to her pleasure, it was deserted of all humans. Except she could still smell him. Walking through the foyer, Roxy hummed softly as she opened the door to the house, and she silently walked in. All of her movements were fluid and precise, and Roxy walked slowly down the aisle towards the stage. "Five, six, grab your crucifix... seven, eight, gonna stay up late..." Slowly, Roxy climbed the stairs to the stage, and she walked to the center, feeling very much at home. "Nine, ten, she's back again..." Julian's scent was everywhere. Roxy looked around curiously for the elder vampire; she was quite interested in seeing him.
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Post by frosty on Apr 2, 2010 16:04:07 GMT -7
He was that little bit of humanity that many people failed to embrace. He was the dark little creature that hid underneath your bed when you were little; that taunting voice that would never go away until you turned the lights on but even then, his voice would still linger in the back of your thoughts. The name on all the girl’s room stalls, on everyone’s lips and screamed out of ecstasy, as far as he was concerned, he was a gift, a saint and damnable demi-god amongst men. And did he enjoy it? Oh yes, more than anyone could imagine.
The night was still young and the theatre inactive as the stage was being redone for the next range of sets for the newest play, Alexander the Great but with a twist in plotline. Though until the stage was set and the actors were chosen, the only thing the stage would be good for is the set for local comedians, one-two person performances and a variety of other small acts to keep the theatre up and running, when it wasn’t showing off films from the roll down projector screen. So, overall there was nothing more for Julian to do but to sit within his private room and look through the portfolio of wannabe actors and actresses, along with a few new employment applications to help design the sets and control the lights, while also sorting through a variety of potential musicians to join in on the band. There was a ton of preparation to do and so little time and with the week ending, he had strong hopes to start off with a strong cast and working party by the end of the first 2 weeks of trial and error.
Rubbing his smoothly shaven chin, the potential cast was practically done but his mind was plagued elsewhere as the soft-fading clicking of shoes against the stage hit his sensitive ears, contrasting against the sweet music of the 1700’s with offbeat rhythmic key. Raising an eyebrow, like a moth to an open flame, he grew curious to know what intruder would so boldly enter his theater, both uninvited and so ill-mannered to at least greet with the host before wandering about.
’Oh my, my…. This won’t do at all.’ Julian cooed, rising from his seat and flicking off any paper crumbs from off his velvet-red coat. If his guest wasn’t going to come to him, then he would do the honors of greeting his guest. Grinning boldly, delicately brushing his wild hair back, like a phantom among the theater, he step off quietly onto his most powerful of domains: The stage.
He walked barefoot, silent, as graceful as a soaring dove in flight. Practically glowing in the dark as his alabaster-white skin reflected against the natural night lights of the moon, shining in from the windows. Stepping slowly onto the stage, as he creped up upon his visitor, he couldn’t help but admire the luscious curves of the pale-dark beauty ahead of him as her bare skin was like a magnetic to him to draw him ever closer just to see if that milky flesh was as delicate to the touch and taste as it was to the eye.
“Ah, the fair beauty stood alone
As the prince of darkness leaves his throne
‘Whatever brings the black and white raven,
To the lonely white wolf, who previous wished to be alone?” Julian’s voice was deep and smooth, but bold and loud as his voice echoed throughout the theater. Stepping closer, after a dramatic few steps, he stopped and sniffed.
“Such lovely fragrance, jealously caresses thy skin
But though, he wonders if your ideals are as lovely within
Does thy art make you cringe and weep?
Or does it make one intoxicated and gloss”
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Post by roxyhart on Apr 2, 2010 16:22:10 GMT -7
'CAUSE I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO WHENEVER YOU'RE NEAR
OH BABY, YOU MAKE ME JUST WANNA
YOU MAKE ME WANNA PIN YOU DOWN AND TEAR YOU APART
The moment Julian stepped out of his private office and onto the stage, his scent became to incredibly strong to Roxy. She didn't turn around, instead she stood facing the house seats, a smirk growing across her face as his scent grew stronger; he was getting closer. The moment his voice cut through the silence like a dagger, Roxy let a soft purr escape her throat, closing her eyes slowly and listening to his beautiful words. God, Roxy could sit and listen to him for hours and hours. She tilted her head back slightly, feeling her hair tickle at her pale, bare skin.
If there was one person Roxy had ever met who had rightfully earned the title of Prince Of Darkness in her eyes, it was Julian. They had met on a few occasions, in theater, and enthralled in the throes of passion backstage, among other places. They had worked together, both so incredibly brilliant at music that whn they collaborated, what they produced was simply orgasmic.
As he stopped his beautiful words, Roxy slowly turned around on the balls of her feet, turning to face him, the skirt of her dress moving ever so slightly around her soft legs. "Julian, my love, my prince," She said, her French accent present in her words, as always. There was a dreamy look upon her gorgeous face as she looked him over; he looked delicious, as she remembered. "Ze fair beauty stands 'ere, wondering why ze prince appeared. She wishes to see 'is skin, as white as snow, and she goes where ozzers dare not go." A light, musical giggle slipped from her lips, his scent almost intoxicating to her. "It 'as been too long, darling," Roxy said, "I needed to 'ear your beautiful work, and see your lovely face.. so I came to find you." Already, as always, Roxy was taking on a submissive tone in her body language, as she always did around him.
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Post by frosty on Apr 2, 2010 16:48:41 GMT -7
A curious look answered upon his facial features, growing bolder by the instant as he further examined the ghost-like creature before him. She spoke of the same tongue and her mellowness was refreshing outside of all the mishaps and poorly guided creatures that surrounded the theatre. Gazing upon her flesh to the dark pits of her see-through eyes, her tongue spoke of familiarity but in his witness, he drew none of recall.
Letting out a hollowed breath, he stepped closer, allowing just bear minimal of space between them as he mentally touched her features. Running his chilled hands through her dark beauty and brushing against her dove-feathered skin in the back of her mind. Her lips were a reminder but of what, he couldn’t recall, though the only thing that would touch his thoughts was the sounds of musical masterpieces playing within his ears. No longer able to hear his own thoughts, the music just kept getting louder and louder as if a band were playing right here along the stage as they were talking.
Towering over her small form, he idly drew his hand from his side and softly stroked against her dark locks. She was yet familiar but stranger at the same time. Though such a beauty couldn’t have been so easy to forget and with the voice of a fallen angel, he was to be struck down by the very hands of God for forgetting that such a being existed.
“Her beauty, more than words could endure
As any real man would only have to adore
Her grace ignites the memory of the past
But as her stood there, oh how he wonders if she’ll last
She’s as gorgeous as a perfect flower
But his memory will only do her sour
Her presence reminds him of the arts
But now he wonders, why did they part?”
She was a mystery that he was too eager to crack, such a thing was rare these days but he was open for the challenge and if she was the royal swan to his throne, he’d make sure she was pampered as such. Then forever make sure that they’ll never lose touch and her skin will always glow bright, while her hair will forever remind him of the night.
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Post by roxyhart on Apr 2, 2010 17:04:09 GMT -7
'CAUSE I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO WHENEVER YOU'RE NEAR
OH BABY, YOU MAKE ME JUST WANNA
YOU MAKE ME WANNA PIN YOU DOWN AND TEAR YOU APART
As Julian's eyes met hers, goosebumps made Roxy's porcelain skin rise in small bumps, and a soft sigh escaped her parted lips as he stepped closer. Closing her eyes, Roxy breathed in his scent, so incredibly strong now, making her remember each and every time she had seen him, smelt him, touched him. She had to nibble on her lower lip to make herself stand where she was and not moved closer to him.
The moment his hand touched her soft, curly hair, Roxy leaned into his touch a little bit, longing for it more than anything. Another quiet purr vibrated into her throat as Roxy stepped forward ever so slowly, her front brushing up against his. With fluidity, she slowly brought up one of her hands, to gently brush her fingertips against his jaw as he spoke, tingles of desire dancing over her skin. The symphonies, multiple pieces they had written together played through her mind, one after another. God, they had created such tragically beautiful music. "Zey parted some years ago, although why I do not know. She stayed in France, joy for some. And he, to London come. And zat is why she is here, to visit the love she had missed so dear."
His presence was so elegant, so graceful, just as her's. He was a few decades older than her, much taller. Roxy let her hand graze down his neck, finally resting on his chest. Her emerald eyes kept tracing the features of his face, remembering just how many times she had seen him standing in front of her.
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Post by frosty on Apr 2, 2010 19:18:22 GMT -7
He remained unfazed by her touch, though idly leaned into it before grabbing the hand that dared to touch him. His gazed darkened mischievously as he lowly grunted with a flash of his dangerous fangs. Using the tip of his finger of his other hand to gently lift her attention back to his face, he slowly dragged her just as chilled hand down the corner of his own neck. Popping the single button of his collared shirt with a skillfully hooked thumb nail, he forced her hand to rake down the front of his bare chest, making perfectly sure that each and every finger had the pleasure of flooding across each individual curve he had to offer.
“A single visit? Temporary cause for mild alarm.” Julian’s voice grew darker than before as the tone was more abrupt and no longer rhymed as beautifully as it once did before. “You tease me with your gestures and dress as though for a formal event, and yet only you wish to visit? You’re body wrecks of feminine lies as I hear the sighs escape your throat, see the goosebumps rising against your cold, delicious flesh and I could feel you shiver against me. Am I such an intimidation to an arch angel of the damned?”
Hissing lowly, he lowered his head to meet her level. Brushing his broad cheek against her sweetly formed cheekbone as he breathed a low husky breath in her ear, “What taunts your mind, kitten?” His persona completely changing in a thrill of twisted events. His free hand stroking up and down her bare arms before grabbing her other wrist and bringing it up to his chest, though this time going a little bit slower. Harshly pressing her hands up against his body, he dragged her hands down to his stomach.
“Why do you continue to daze and taunt me with your speechless presence? I read it in your eyes and gestures but I crave it from your lips - Your beautiful, sinning, blood-red lips that invite me against its pale-white background of your daydreaming face as I smell the scent of a fresh kill upon you, making you all the more deadly. Speak your worth, woman.”
With every word he spoke, he pushed further and further against her as his lips vibrated against her ear in a dangerously low tone of voice of which could only be heard by her and her alone.
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Post by roxyhart on Apr 2, 2010 19:34:46 GMT -7
'CAUSE I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO WHENEVER YOU'RE NEAR
OH BABY, YOU MAKE ME JUST WANNA
YOU MAKE ME WANNA PIN YOU DOWN AND TEAR YOU APART
Roxy watched as Julian grabbed her hand, moving it down to the curve where his neck met his shoulder. Before she knew it, Roxy was staring into his strikingly pale eyes, and her hand was traveling down his chest, making her purr again. "Not a single visit," she said, smirking up at him as she felt his muscles beneath her fingertips. It was enough to make Roxy's skin buzz with the electricity of desire.
"Not so much intimidation as invitation," she replied playfully, giving him a deadly, gorgeously, dark smile as he brought her other hand to his skin. As he dragged her hands down, Roxy curled her fingers and gently scratched him, loving the feel of him beneath her touch. Her intentions were very clear, though Roxy was not there primarily to fool around. She had genuinely missed Julian, his madness and brilliance. She sighed softly as he brought his face to brush up against hers, making her body arch slightly towards him, though not yet touching him. "You, darling..." Roxy whispered, her voice tainted with seduction. The vibration of his voice and lips against her ear made Roxy squirm slightly, her stomach flipping.
The forcefulness with which he moved complimented Roxy's submissive ways to him perfectly. "I want you.." She whispered, almost silent as her hands reached his hips."I missed you, my prince." Roxy stepped forward, closing the small gap between them, and pressed her thin, but strong, body up against his. On her own, she moved her pale hands back up his stomach and chest, shivering slightly.
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Post by frosty on Apr 2, 2010 20:22:22 GMT -7
Yet another night and yet another game to play, that’s exactly how he saw the situation as he had this woman of whom he only vaguely remembered practically falling limp against his figure. It happens all too easily nowadays and the challenge was missing from the scenario, there was no original art, the feel of drama, nothing but another pretty face of whom he wouldn’t find watching sleep throughout the time of the day as she slumbered innocently within his cheats. Alas, things were just too easy and though his target had already caved in, he was nowhere in the same vicinity of bending, let alone chaff.
Gradually letting go off her petite wrists, his arms engulfed her figure, pressing her completely up against himself as he teasingly licked up her sensitive earlobe with a soft nibble of his teeth. Growling lowly as he pulled up to his full height, he cradled the back of her head for a moment, before moving to brush the strands of hair from her face.
“Oh my dear, yes. Invitation for an opening there will always be
But this king is black and white, without color
And he doesn’t feel the need for a lover…” Julian spoke boldly and crisp, pulling away slowly as he ran a finger down her soft cheeks and into the valley of her matured breasts. “I am that of a man with needs but I tire of mistresses and here you claim that one wants me, but I barely remember thee. To start now would be a poisoned romance and I crave the hand of a queen to nestle at my thrown, not a properly pampered doll to rest her lips at my lap.”
Grunting lowly as his eyes slowly lightened,
“My heart is dead and yet it still wishes to beat,
And with your gradual advances you’d best off retreat
Your beauty is admired but even I, who lie and cheat
Dare not to taint your glorious feat
For that I, am another level and with me there will be pain
And if it’s only pleasure you’re after, nothing of you will ever remain.” He purred out softly, caressing her cheek one last time before dropping down into a small bow and reaching to leave a frost-covered kiss against her small knuckles.
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Post by roxyhart on Apr 2, 2010 20:45:02 GMT -7
'CAUSE I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO WHENEVER YOU'RE NEAR
OH BABY, YOU MAKE ME JUST WANNA
YOU MAKE ME WANNA PIN YOU DOWN AND TEAR YOU APART
More than anything, it was Julian's beautiful words that she loved the most. They flowed so easily out of his mouth, gorgeously hitting her ears in a melodic symphonic of beauty. But, if such an achieved mind thought that Roxy was giving in already, and that he was an easy target, he was very sorely mistaken. Gracefully, she let her hands drop down to her sides, and soon Roxy was engulfed in him, breathing in his intoxicating scent.
His words brought a playful giggle to her throat, and she gazed into his eyes as she felt his hand down her face and chest. She waited until Julian bowed before she moved again, pulling her hand from his touch just before his lips touched her skin. A delighted smirk played across her face as Roxy moved, walking around him in a slow circle, her heels making a warm, hollow noise as they hit the stage.
"Ah, but if it iz only pleasure you think I seek, zen you are sorely mistaken, my prince. For you are not only ze Prince of Darkness, but a Prince of Contradiction as well. You tell me that you wish to hear my speak what my eyes tell you, and zen when I do, you deny it. You are a man of needs, but you reject what you want, in order to play a game." Running her fingers through his hair slowly as she circled him, smirking.
"You are sorely mistaken, my love, for I am not a doll nor a mistress. I am, more or less, a queen. A cheshire cat, of sorts. And I do not simply crave carnal pleasure, but ze pleasure of your beautiful words, and your music. Such zat forms a symphony in my mind, zat could leave me satisfied for days." She sat standing in front of him again as he stayed bowed down, and she leaned forward, placing her hands lightly underneath his jaw and softly pressing her lips to his pale forehead, which was the first thing she did when she had first met him, so many years ago. "My name is Roxanne Elizabeth 'Art. We met in Italy long, long ago. We made ze most beautiful music togezzer zat I 'ave ever 'eard." Roxy hoped that this would spark his memory.
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Post by frosty on Apr 3, 2010 14:14:13 GMT -7
Pure laughter escaped the dark prince’s mouth as his fangs glowed brightly within the nighttime moon’s reflection glistening through the windows of the theater. For too long many people have judged and tried to pass judgment but with every attempt, they would only come up negative in their reenactments of his behavior and tone. Did this woman really believe herself to have the knowledge to underneath the gears cranking in the back of his mind? To honestly say she knew what lied behind every twisting corner and bottomless pits of Sparta and Oblivion?
“Women too quick to judge, once more
Oh how this prince loves you and adores
But I not reject you because of your desires
But your reasons against me would on prove dire” Julian cooed, stepping away from her as he explained her body from head to toe. Not taking it into appreciation for the fact that he was staring, bearing holes into her very body splitting daggers into her very soul of damnation. He was that of a hopeless romantic as his eyes softened and gazed upon her luscious curves, purring animalistic underneath his breath. Taking small steps, he began to circle around her, extending his hand out to just barely touch her; His nails just scraping up against her flesh and the soft fabric of her dress as he looked down upon her like a flying predator targeting its prey.
“I heed what a lady wants
What a young woman needs
The endless fires between her thighs of what she desires…” He started off softly before stopping behind her, after a few dangerously slow rotations around her form. “You demand companionship, the levels of which I cannot give. I could pleasure your body as I’ll slide you out of your dress and press your knees up to your chest, make you beg for more, screaming and purring out my name as I tease you with sweet words of passion before taking you roughly from behind ‘till the point of which you’ll crawl into the sheets and beg for me to stop. I could be the Adam to your Eve but only temporarily.”
Running his fingers up and down her milky-white arms, he pressed himself against her and inhaled. “I believe you to be a queen, the Queen of Beautiful Things but you make yourself so available to someone that you once knew and to bed me now, the plot won’t change. You’ll remember a fantasized love and I’ll remember nothing.”
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Post by roxyhart on Apr 3, 2010 15:10:47 GMT -7
'CAUSE I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO WHENEVER YOU'RE NEAR
OH BABY, YOU MAKE ME JUST WANNA
YOU MAKE ME WANNA PIN YOU DOWN AND TEAR YOU APART
As he started to circle her, Roxy simple closed her eyes and listened to his voice, finding the key of his words each time in changes. C's, D's, F minors... it was simply music to Roxy's ears. Beautifully orchestrated sentences, his words having more musicality than anyone else she had ever heard. She tilted her head back and let a soft purr escape her lips as Roxy felt his nails on her skin and dress.
Oh, if he thought that she was making herself easily available, to think that she would simply give in to him immediately.. he was surely wrong. She felt him press himself up against her back and she growled quietly, smirking playfully as the female vampire turned around to face him, their bodies dangerously close.
" 'oo says I wish to bed you now?" Roxy proposed with a smirk, gliding away from him and slipping her heels off. Feeling the bare wood beneath her feet, Roxy began to dance gracefully in the moonlight, years and years of ballet training in her muscles and moves. Roxy spun, her dress flowing elegantly around her, and she lifted her thin form into the air, doing jumps and twirls and spins. Roxy moved fluidly across the stage, until she reached what she wanted; the piano.
Her curls fell around her shoulders as Roxy sat down on the bench in front fo the large, black grand piano. Pushing back the cover, Roxy ran her fingertips over the two-toned keys, hearing each of their sounds in her minds. She easily delved into a sinfully sweet, and yet somewhat macabre concerto, one she had written many years ago, one that could only be written by someone with a twisted mind. It was absolutely delectable to anyone's ears, even to her own. Roxy closed her eyes and moved herself with the music, her body beautifully personifying the descresendos and crescendos, the parallel chords, oblique, similar... The chilling yet romantic song filled the house of the theater, surrounding both Roxy and Julian in a warm yet chilling embrace.
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Post by frosty on Apr 5, 2010 13:45:54 GMT -7
Julian stared upon the woman with a blank-like daze, unbelieving to her words as he watched her spin around in circles like a child and its imaginary friend, whilst she drifted into Wonderland and traveled off to meet the Mad Hatter and his table of insanity. So many contradictions, one after the other and the only one of whom could make sense of it was those of who dwelled outside of the red and black velvet box of reality.
He spoke not a word to her ill-forgotten statement as he bore down upon a sexist statement of the madness that twiddled only within the mind of a senseless woman of whom did not know her own tone. Her speech would always speak differently from her body as her body would always prove otherwise than her words. It was a negative all in itself but it was one of the things that made them so interesting. Physically weaker than many of males but higher in emotional qualities as they have men down on their needs because of their lacking to make sense.
Grunting, he grew fond of his Roxanne creature of the Southern Quarters of French descent but that she seemed to have such a strain to her interior that made him, him of all people, question her own sanity. Though such a likeness would be perfect to go along to his master plotline and her feelings could only so easily be manipulated…
Flashing a dark smile, mischief clouded his pale eyes as they hardened with a pure sense of chaos, sending shivers up and down his own spine in delight with male arousal. Growling deeply underneath his breath, he followed the dark maiden to the place of which she sat. Creeping up behind her with soundless steps, he stopped just mere centimeters before his lower-mid torso managed to graze the few stray hairs from her long dark hair. “Your body answers your own question without even you knowing it. Too deny your want is to deny your needs much of which you’ve accused him of just moments prior. I am in-tuned to my denial but he believes that she may be too far gone to see her own twice-negative contradictions.”
Julian cooed off softly before breaking his body in half so that his chin lingered against her pale-bare shoulder. Sighing at she continued to play, a wandering hand moved to remove the excess hair away from her delicate throat. “Does the archangel remember what it was like to die?” He spoke randomly as he nuzzled his nose into the area of which her neck and shoulder collided. “Remember the moment in time where all thoughts of life was ripped away from your system and only the death dealers whispers plagued your ear?”
Blowing softly into her ear, his fingertips danced their way up and down her arms as he breathed huskily into her ear, gently nibbling and sucking on the soft folds of her earlobe before his long, abnormally warm, tongue trailed down the long curve of her throat. “The thoughts that went through your mind; Do you remember them?” Biting down softly into her shoulder, he didn’t completely break into her skin but merely grazed his teeth against her fresh, drawing out red marks of peeling skin but not yet breaking through the last layer of tissue before he abruptly forced the bench around and pinned his target against the piano keys with a loud, off-key, thump against the ivory keys. “Do you remember staring death within the eye?”
Glaring down the woman with hardening eyes, he leaned in close to the point of where their noses just touched as his eyes threatened to pierce the very heart and soul of the damnation before him. Neither blinking just narrowing, his eyes stared straight into the dark spots of her own before dropping dramatically into the cleavage of this beautifully dressed woman upon his stage.
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Post by roxyhart on Apr 5, 2010 18:27:30 GMT -7
'CAUSE I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO WHENEVER YOU'RE NEAR
OH BABY, YOU MAKE ME JUST WANNA
YOU MAKE ME WANNA PIN YOU DOWN AND TEAR YOU APART
Her delicate fingers continued to move ever so gracefully up and down the two-toned keys, producing chillingly sweet, melancholy and yet romantic chords. Even the soft purrs coming from Roxy's parted lips seemed to harmonize with her minor tune, a tale of a dark and twisted romantic. She could taste the shift in the air as Julian had a rather mischievous moment of realization, and it tugged at the corner of her lips.
She decided to not comment on his banter on how contradicting she was. She could feel him come up behind her, and she listened to him carefully, adjusting her music that was flowing from her fingertips to fit the key of his words, adding gorgeous musicality. The moment Roxy felt Julian's chin on her shoulder, she smiled deliciously, tilting her head to aid his hand in removing the dark curls from her neck. The question that the elder vampire posed brought another dark smile to Roxy's lips, her fingers moving down the keys slowly, towards the lower notes. Roxy closed her eyes as he nuzzled his face into her neck, purring softly as her song took on a new persona of romance; a twisted game of hide and go seek, a fatal seduction, one she had dealt out so many times.
Roxy tilted her head back towards him ever so slightly as she continued to play her macabre, sensual song, purring melodically as she felt his lips and tongue on her ear, her neck. She growled quietly, feeling his sharp fangs scratch across her shoulder. The only moment she stopped playing was when Julian spun her around and pinned her up against the piano. Looking into his eyes rather blankly, curious, a slow, wicked smile spread across the woman's face. Roxy purred playfully, not feeling a twinge of fear from his piercing glare. Her slender fingers walked up his bare chest, touching her smooth, pale skin to his, walking up over ropes of muscle and sharp bone. She smoothed over the skin on his jaw line, moving so just that their lips barely brushed when she talked, her breath reflecting off of his cool skin back onto hers.
"I remember... ze scent of violets. Violets and vanilla... zat is what 'e smelled like. Ze strong scent of blood made me pass out, I was anemic as a 'uman. I remember ze beautiful s'ings 'e said to me as he took me into ze back room of a club. My last s'ought... 'Will I ever see my parents again?' And ze answer was yes... Zey 'ad been ze ones 'oo sent ze angel of death upon me... so zey could be with me forever." Roxy looked over the gorgeously carved features of his face, looking straight into his eyes as he asked her if she remembered staring death in the eyes. She leaned as close as she could to him, her body arching up against his, their lips almost fully touching, and she didn't pull her gaze from his. "Yez."
A girlish laugh, a silver, musical sound erupted from Roxy's throat, like she had just heard a delightfully funny joke, and she leaned her body up against the piano, her back arched over the keys, her hair falling back from her chest as she tilted her head up against the music stand. Gently, she tilted his head up from looking down at her chest and she stared at him, quite sensually.
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Post by frosty on Apr 24, 2010 17:56:20 GMT -7
Hissing seductively in annoyance as his gaze was forced away from his focal area, he did not mourn for long as he shifted his face around and caught her fingers within his mouth. Sucking playfully, his skillful tongue caressed and danced around each individual finger, savoring her flavor with a tender nip. Grasping the very same arm, Julian slowly pulled his lips away and began the slow daunting process of kissing each soft finger and gradually working his way up her arm, giving small nips and licks every now and then.
“Mm, death. ” He murmured up against her cool skin with soft caressing touches as he inhaled her beauty, softly fondling his cheek up against her delicate strides as his other hand sneakily crept up her sides. “Such a poor name for a new beginning; Many humans fear but they wish for eternity and yet clings to those they dear. Death is merely just a reunion as you and I are trapped between, we’ve both came so close to finally reaching the other side but yet we remain in eternal damnation.”
Wandering around her silky-smooth skin, Julian leisurely took his time as his tongue trailed a long thin line from her bare shoulder to the small crook of her neck. “So delicate as a human and yet so delicate more among the damn but yet what I really wonder, does the kitty only purr or will she claw and bite at her master.” He chuckled darkly before pressing his body forcefully against her petite form and grinded himself more into a comfortable position against the ground.
Growling like a domestic animal to an intruder, he boldly began to nibble and suck on her throat openly like a new, tender, piece of candy that could not be devoured with just one bite but merely licked and nibbled until he got into the middle, no pun intended. His hands frail up and down her sides passionately and even dared to fiddle around with the hem of her dark dress, pawing around mischievously as a dark melodic hum escaped his throat and vibrated against her figures.
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Post by roxyhart on Apr 25, 2010 0:16:37 GMT -7
'CAUSE I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO WHENEVER YOU'RE NEAR
OH BABY, YOU MAKE ME JUST WANNA
YOU MAKE ME WANNA PIN YOU DOWN AND TEAR YOU APART
Slowly, as if she was rising from a grave, Roxy brought her body off of the piano, standing a little tilted backwards, but ever so close to Julian. Feeling his tongue tickle her fingers made Roxy giggle quietly, and her unoccupied hand slowly moved through his white hair, feeling it tickle at her skin.
As he kissed up her arm, Roxy got goosebumps in the wake of his kisses, and her other hand moved slowly to trace down his carved jawline, down to the sensitive skin of his neck. Her body leaned into his touches, much like a cat would, and Julian's words echoed quietly in the auditorium. "Death.." Roxy murmured softly, her hand slowly moving down to run down his exposed chest, "Iz a beautiful name for a beautiful beginning.."
Feeling his tongue trail across her skin, Roxy purred quietly, both of her hands now moving slowly down his body, pushing his shirt back slightly to gain more access to his delicious form. Julian's proposed question made Roxy laugh quietly, a dark, mischievous sound. "Mais oui," Roxy replied, smirking as her hands dwindled on his hips. "She will."
Having no choice, as Julian moved closer, Roxy withdrew her hands to stay behind her on the piano, having chosen immediately not to touch the keys. If she had put her hands on them, it would've bothered her intensely until she resolved all of the ugly chords she would have created.
Roxanne returned his growl, and pushed her body playfully towards his, shivering as he kissed up her neck. That was definitely her weakness spot. That, and when people touched her back.. Roxy loved it. The vampire tilted her head and rested her lips against Julian's ear, breathing in his sweet scent as she sent kisses down the outside curve of his ear, before nibbling on the bottom part of his earlobe, flicking at his skin playfully with her tongue.
outfit!!
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