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Post by Ray on Dec 11, 2017 14:06:42 GMT -7
Just as quickly as Katherine teases and kisses him, she's drifting back to her vanity to brush through her long hair, seemingly pleased. Jon just watches after her, feeling like he's missed something. More than just the years spent away sea. But he remains quiet for a moment, watching her in the mirror, seeing the way she takes her time brushing through the dark curls that cascade finely around her face, seeing how she appreciates every single pull.
Maybe he's just been gone for so long. Maybe he just needs to get used to this again.
He shakes his head slightly, shoving his fingers back through his hair. Either way, his head still pounds, the sounds drifting through the floorboards and the crack of the doors, making it impossible to settle even here. Looking towards Katherine once more, he wets his lips before he rises to his feet. "I think I'm going to go see Edric," he murmurs, grabbing up his coat and sliding into it with a little bit of resignation. As he fixes his collar, he sighs a little bitterly, "See if he meant to send me on a wild chase." He pulls his boots back on before stepping towards the door, glancing back towards the woman sitting before the mirror.
"I'll be back in a bit," he adds on, glancing over her once more, before stepping out into the hall.
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Post by Snowglobe18 on Dec 11, 2017 14:22:32 GMT -7
Katherine glances towards him when he says about going to see Edric, she pulled her lip in between her teeth once more before sighing "You do that after all it is Edric" she mutters before looking back at the mirror. She puts the brush down before walking over to the door when he says that he will see her soon. "You're still going about this?" she asked and leaned against the door. "You're still going after this Jack the Ripper guy?"
She remembered looking at the paper at Drake's estate and knew that the second one had been her, she had ripped into the person and she was sure that it felt good. In fact she was positive that it had felt good. "Isn't it time that you stopped looking for things that aren't there? I know I supported you earlier but you got nothing, there's probably nothing to find other than a human who just wants to rip women apart"
Katherine watched him and sighed once more. She knew that she probably sounded like she was on the side of the ripper but she needed to make sure that she wasn't found out. She watched him, her dark eyes looking him over strands of her dark hair falling around her face in curls. There was a mirror opposite her door that hung on the wall and she saw her reflection and she looked at it. While she might feel fine, she looked as if she was going to be working with her girls tonight and she swallowed hard before looking back at Jon.
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Post by Ray on Dec 11, 2017 14:35:18 GMT -7
Jon halts a few steps down the hall when he hears Katherine speaking behind him, turning to see her standing in the doorway watching him. As if adding on to the strangeness of her behavior, her entire attitude towards the Ripper shifts suddenly, going from understandable caution this morning to almost annoyance now. His brows press close as he looks at her, chin lifting a little, her words soaking in.
And it's not as if he hasn't had his own doubts. Even today he's wondered if he's just chasing ghosts, chasing his own fears, wanting something to make himself feel in control after witnessing an underground world that proves he isn't. And despite six hundred years of conflict and running and war, Jon still feels restless when there's a moment of peace. He could just be filling a void, looking for work, keeping himself moving. But his gut tells him otherwise. If there is one thing he learned last night, it's that the world hides its darkness beneath a facade of glamour.
And Sir Vladimir Drake de Ville epitomizes that.
He might have questioned Edric on Abraham, but he still remembers the blood that had stained Drake's ring and the uncomfortable feeling that being in the man's presence had given him.
"Maybe it is." Jon replies, shrugging his shoulder vaguely. "But I'll take that chance rather than sitting here doing nothing." He gives her a mirthless half smile before turning away completely and stalking down the hallway towards the stairs, the smile slipping away entirely as he begins his descent.
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Post by Snowglobe18 on Dec 11, 2017 15:05:24 GMT -7
Katherine watches him before then hearing what he says but before she can say anything else he descends down the stairs. More than anything she wants to put all of this behind her, to stop Jon from searching for this Ripper but it seems like he's going to continue and it could get him hurt and that is the last thing that Katherine wants for him. She listens as he moves down and down the stairs before she shuts her bedroom door.
She leans back against the door and sighs under her breath, she grinds her teeth before looking around the room. Jon had been here and now it feels like he's gone because of how she was acting. Katherine hits the door with the fist she made before moving away from the door. Katherine hasn't had human blood in a very long time and when she did have it it made her react in ways that she wasn't proud of but it seems like now the blood is so much stronger. She hasn't felt this stronger in a long time, animal blood is alright for as long as she didn't need to fight but it seemed like she was fighting a lot lately.
Fighting to stay alive, to stay well, to stay sane when the world was turning every day but she was standing still. Jon had been gone for six years and she never thought she would see him again, never thought that he would want to be with her again. They had had six centuries together and yet six years was the hardest she's ever longed for someone. Adrian had kept her going with sex. Kept her active and Katherine did have to admit that she did have fun with him but Jon was back. He kept looking at her just now as if she was hiding something away from him, she was but he couldn't find out and still love her.
Right?
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Post by Ray on Dec 11, 2017 15:36:32 GMT -7
Adrian stumbles into the brothel, collar loosened around his throat and hair mussed by unknown hands. He closes the door sharply with a kick of the heel of his boot, glancing round the foyer of Katherine's little establishment as he lifts a bottle of stolen whiskey to his lips and drinks down. While the night has quieted from its early evening reverie, the girls and their lovers all retreating back to bedrooms to work through their agreements personally, the lounge still has a few milling around, waiting for their turn. He lifts his bottle in a silent cheers, and winks at the group of middle-aged gents who are cheating on their wives, before taking the stairs two at a time.
The usual bedrooms he inhabits are occupied, doors locked and moans seeping through the cracks, but he knows of a few that are left vacant here and there, should girls come and go. He finds one of those, nudging the door open with a shoulder and slipping through. The night is still young but for a vampire trying not to tear throats out of pretty girls wandering through the city with rose perfume dabbed on their necks, there isn't much to occupy his attention for very long.
He sets the bottle down on the nightstand and shimmies out of his jacket, throwing it haphazardly aside before collapsing back into an armchair, feet propped onto the end of the bed, bottle finding its way back into his hand. "Home sweet home." He sighs before he drinks.
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Post by Snowglobe18 on Dec 11, 2017 15:57:33 GMT -7
Katherine finally got dressed and was heading out for a walk, mostly to clear her head because staying here was too tempting. She looks down over the banister to watch Adrian coming up the stairs with a bottle. A smile pulls at her lips as she moves down the stairs in time to see him disappearing into one of the rooms that is actually empty. She moves down the rest of the stairs before going over to the room and opening the door and watching as he takes a drink.
"Is this a pity party?" she asks with a raised eyebrow before moving into the room and closing the door up slightly behind her. "Let me guess there isn't any girls for you?" she asked in a soft tease before she looked around the room. Katherine had to admit that these rooms actually looked plain, just like the rooms she had seen in King's Landing in the castle for the guests. Plain but simple and it wouldn't cost much if something was broken.
Although she's sure that she did use compulsion to get all of this so that it was so much cheaper.
Katherine set her eyes back on Adrian before she walks over and takes the bottle of whiskey from him and takes a drink. Drink she could handle but food, she wasn't good at that just yet and now she held the bottle between her fingers for him to get, a little out of his reach with a soft smile on her lips. "You want it you'll have to come and get it back" she teased as she moved around the room keeping the bottle away from him and taking another sip as she did so.
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Post by Ray on Dec 11, 2017 16:10:36 GMT -7
He's barely in the room for a few seconds before the door opens and Katherine steps in, looking ready to head out into town for her own nightly adventure. Adrian glances to her, letting the bottle fall from his lips and come to rest down flat upon his thigh. "Getting a bit bored of your girls." He replies with a hint of sarcasm, sighing out a breath as he lets his head fall back to rest upon the frame of the chair. But Katherine steals the bottle out of his grip, stepping away with a tease and an offer that sounds far too familiar.
Adrian lifts his head once more, watching her with an arched brow. "One, I'm a vampire so it does nothing but disappoint now, and two," He says, sitting forward and dropping his feet from the bed. He rests his elbows upon his knees, narrowing his brown eyes upon her. "What's gotten in to you?" Adrian glances over her, as if trying to find some explanation for her behavior in the folds of her skirt. The last time she acted like this, she was trying to get him in bed with her. An offer that didn't require much persuasion. But since Jon's arrival the morning before, that changed entirely.
"Yesterday you rebuffed me entirely and accused me of murder, so this is...odd." He says, pushing himself up to his feet. He only has to take a few steps to catch her by her wrist, pulling the bottle from her grip with very little force, but remaining close and holding her wrist. "Did Jon jump back into the sea?" He asks sarcastically.
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Post by Snowglobe18 on Dec 11, 2017 16:24:22 GMT -7
Adrian asks what has gotten into her and she rolls her eyes, that's pretty much what Jon had asked earlier even if it had been the words 'are you okay?' but it was along those lines. He talks about her rebuffing him and accusing him of murder. She winces slightly at the memory before then clearing her throat. Katherine was about to say something when he gets up, walks towards her and catches her wrist.
He remains close to her and keeps hold of his wrist and then speaks and hearing the sarcasm in his voice a smile ticks at the corner of her mouth before it falls away. Katherine looks over his face and then leans forward to whisper in his ear. "Where is the man that likes to bite my thighs and leave me wanting more?" she asks before biting his earlobe and brushing her lips down across his jawline. She move closer and then bit on her lip, tilting her head to the side.
Katherine runs a finger down his chest to the top of his trousers before running her finger up his chest this time. "Well if you're getting tired of my girls then maybe you and I could have some fun just like we used too" she nuzzled his cheek before looking at his face. "I know that you liked it" she said in a whisper but he would hear her even if she was in another room. She knew that he liked sleeping with her because if he didn't then he wouldnt've kept coming back for more and she knew he was a little disappointed that it had finished especially when they had been doing it for a while.
She turned around so that her back was to his chest and started to rub up against him. "I know that you still want me"
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Post by Ray on Dec 11, 2017 17:01:56 GMT -7
Katherine makes quick work of laying her intentions bare for him, biting and kissing and teasing until she turns and rubs back against him. Adrian would be a fool to turn her down when she's like this, clearly in need of some company and him just as eager to waste an hour or two. But he can't help but think how likely it is for him to be caught by Jon with his pants down again, except this time it'll be Katherine straddling him. He's seen Jon's work with a sword, he knows what he can do with one. Adrian would much rather keep his intestines inside.
But Katherine doesn't seem to have any inhibitions about this, and who is he to pretend like he has any either.
He swigs another gulp of whiskey over her head, before dropping it somewhere, not caring where, and letting his hands fall to her winding hips. He pulls her against him tight before his own teeth find her neck, nipping at the skin, leaving red marks on her otherwise porcelain skin. But in between it all, in between his own sudden acceptance of this interesting turn of events, in between her rolling against him enticingly, a familiar scent fills his nostrils.
The veins tighten in his throat and jaw in immediate response, swimming excitedly to the surface and crawling up his skin like black webs. His incisors elongate, and Adrian suddenly pushes Katherine off, stumbling back a step. He presses his fingers to his sharp teeth as he looks her over with cautious eyes and furrowed brows, trying to find control once more. "Why the fuck do you smell like human blood?" He asks, a little out of breath.
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Post by Snowglobe18 on Dec 11, 2017 17:34:52 GMT -7
Katherine smiles to herself when he finally gives in to her, in honestly it had been like this when they had been sleeping together before. She would give him a look and they would sleep together, it wasn't anything romantic and it definitely wasn't love. She just needed someone and he was there. Jon had been gone for six years sometimes it felt longer and she just needed someone and he was there to have fun with.
He takes a swig of whiskey before letting his hand fall to her hips and he then pulls her tight against him. Katherine stops her grinding and his teeth find her neck and starts nipping at it. She feels the blood on her skin and a grin pulls at her lips before she bites the bottom one. He suddenly pushes her away and is stumbling back away from her before Katherine hears him speaking. Of all the times for him to smell the blood on her it would be now but then again another vampire can smell when you've drank any blood. It's how Katherine knew he would lie when it came to human blood.
She sighs and then turns around to look at him. Katherine puts her finger up against the red marks at her neck and wipes the blood away before putting her finger in her mouth. "Mm.. can you taste the alcohol in that?" she asks and raises her eyebrow at him. "Well you see what happened was that I was hungry and I couldn't find any bunnies around so... I killed a very drunk man while he was walking home and actually it was fun" she laughed and bit on her lip once more. She could see his fangs and she pouted slightly before letting her fangs slip out and bit into her wrist.
The blood that bubbled on the skin then run down her arm, she wiped a bit away and then put it to her mouth before holding it out towards him. "You want some?" she asked as she slowly moved over to him. Katherine stood right in front of him and said softly. "We used to blood share all the time, don't you remember?" she whispered to him and bit on her lip. She took another bit of blood from her wrist with her finger and held it up for him. "Now isn't any different just the fact that I killed a man for it.. and I didn't even care if he had a wife or family" she said with a grin.
Katherine knew that she wasn't like this normally... that the human blood turned her into this but it had been so warm when it filled her mouth and it definitely hadn't been the second time. She nuzzled his cheek once more and whispered "Why don't you join me on that high, the very one that takes you so high that you can't come down from it.."
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Post by Ray on Dec 11, 2017 22:38:03 GMT -7
"You killed a man?" He huffs in disbelief. Adrian stares at her, seeing no remorse in her eyes, no guilt at being caught, no sense of feeling at all besides desire. And it terrifies him a little. He is not a saint. He's fallen off the wagon hard before, laying a path of blood that was hard to walk away from. But for the last six centuries, Katherine had been the good one. Katherine had been the strong one. She'd kept herself pure while bringing him back from rock bottom, yet here she is, stinking of a dead man's blood.
And then she offers it to him. Wrist extended, blood dripping down her skin, words smooth and teasing. His throat feels dry, parched, his stomach suddenly clenched with starvation, the allure of it all calling out to him from every cell in his body. But he locks his hands into fists, standing there, teeth clenching tightly closed, eyes screwing shut, "No." He mutters, taking another step back. Katherine nuzzles against his cheek and the scent bathes across his face anew, tempting. So tempting.
Mahal, he's so thirsty.
Unable to hold back anymore, his hands reach out quickly, grabbing her wrist and lifting it to his mouth, teeth biting in and blood smearing against his tongue. He drinks with a white-knuckled grip on her arm, but it's not the same. Even though the blood is in her system, it still tastes so much like her. So much like dead, lifeless cells. Enough to satisfy a small hunger, but not enough to appease his want. Adrian cringes, releasing her wrist with a hard shove, "Get away from me." He huffs, red smeared across his mouth and chin and cheeks. He tries to wipe it away with shaky hands, but it does little. Adrian looks at her again, brows pressed close. "What happened to you? How did you, of all people, fall so far?"
Edric answers his door as he's tugging down the hem of his shirt, haphazardly thrown together and hair in loose, long curls around his face. When he finds Jon standing upon his doorstep in the rain, cold and miserable looking, he just sighs and leans into the frame.
"Catch you in the middle of something?" Jon asks, glancing him over and arching a brow.
"You could say that."
"Can I come in?"
"Fine," Edric mutters, pushing the door open a little further. Jon steps in, shaking the chill out of his shoulders and wiping his feet upon the small mat just inside. The house is warm, much like it was the first time Jon found himself here. Only a few gas-lamps light the hallway and lounge, keeping everything in dimly lit shadows. He spots Camilla immediately, the woman lying upon her stomach on the lounge floor, blankets spread beneath her but not a trace of clothing actually on her. Her crossed arms and black cascading hair hide her breasts, but her legs kick a little as she looks up at Jon, smiling and rosy cheeked.
"Bonsoir,"
"You weren't joking." Jon says, turning to glance towards Edric, a hint of amusement in his words.
"No, I wasn't," Edric replies with a faint smile.
"Entrez, entrez! The more the merrier," Camilla says, rolling to sit up with a fox-like grace. Jon averts his eyes and clears his throat quietly as she stands with no sense of modesty, fetching a silk robe from the couch. She slips it on, taking time to pull her hair free before tying it at the front of her curvaceous body. Camilla steps towards him on bare feet and lifts herself just enough to plant a warm kiss upon his cheek.
"I didn't mean to interrupt." Jon says, a little surprised yet somehow he knows he shouldn't be. Not after her flirtation last night.
"I could punish you, if you like," she muses with wry humor, a devilish little smile tugging at her lips and a sparkle lighting her eyes.
"None of that," Edric sighs a little, slipping in to the living room and making his way towards the bottle of liquor left haphazardly, but closed, on the floor.
"Ce n'est pas amusant." Camilla comments, words lost on Jon, as she follows after the wolf. Jon steps a little timidly in after them, shoving his wet hair back, wondering if this is gonna be a common occurrence from now on. Camilla has her charm, he will give her that. And she is not a terrible sight to see.
"I assume you came here for a reason." Edric comments, trying to find a glass in the midst of his and Camilla's tumbling.
"I met Holmes," Jon replies, deciding not to waste any time. Edric looks at him but says nothing, one brow curving up like a silent and? "He's an asshole."
Edric barks out a laugh, filling the glass he managed to find. "Yeah, yeah he is." Camilla slinks down onto the couch, pulling her black hair to one side and combing her fingers through it. "I should have warned you."
"So you weren't just trying to lead me in circles?" Jon says, annoyed.
"No," Edric replies, stepping towards him to push that glass into his hands, "I wasn't. But Holmes is unpredictable, narcissistic, and yes. An asshole. I hoped he might help you but I had no control over whether or not he did." Jon looks at him, unsatisfied with that answer, before lifting the glass to his mouth and downing a few swallows. It tastes like apples, strangely. And cinnamon. "So that's it? You came here to yell at me cause you thought I was being a prick?" Edric asks, turning to hand the rest of the bottle to Camilla who takes it gladly.
"Katherine is acting strange," Jon admits, the heat of the drink catching up to him unexpectedly and making him clear his throat a little loudly.
"Not new."
"It is new." Jon sighs. "Ever since last night she's...off." Camilla suddenly looks to Edric, a flicker of worry in her eyes, but Jon does not miss it. It's the one time he's ever seen the smile fall from her face. No. The second. The same expression had found its way to her features when she'd been introduced to Drake -- frightened and knowing. "What...is it?" He asks, looking to Edric and then back to the woman. Camilla swallows subtly, hesitating for one moment before leaning forward to set the bottle down upon the ground by her feet. She rises smoothly and crosses the room to a small wooden desk beneath the closed curtains of the front window. She picks up a small stack of cards, identical to the ones in Abraham's private room, and shuffles them quietly.
"Have you ever had your cards read?" She asks suddenly, turning to look at him with a quizzical eye.
Jon furrows his brows, not knowing what this has to do with anything. "No."
"Would you like to?" Camilla asks, inclining her head to the side, "I find it helps me get to know a person."
"He's trustworthy, Camilla." Edric comments in a slow blink.
She looks to him, frowning a little, "J'ai besoin d'apprendre plus en premier." Edric sighs, but reluctantly nods a little.
Jon turns his own dark eyes back to the woman, "Fine. I'll play your game."
She smiles again, faintly, "It is no game, mon amour," she says as she shakes her head, "It is a dance."
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Post by Snowglobe18 on Dec 12, 2017 14:50:10 GMT -7
Katherine nodded when Adrian asked her the question before she bit down on her lip. She honestly didn't know what the matter was, humans died all the time. Whether it be through disease or war and with someone out there killing women... what was the point in keeping these boring souls alive? When she had come to London it had just been a place for her to stay for a few days or a week at most but then she ended up staying for four years and in those four years this has got to be the most fun she has had.
Adrian said no when she offered him some of the blood and she pouted for a moment before finally he grabbed hold of her wrist and sunk his fangs into it. She hissed slightly and then closed her eyes as a smirk pulled at her lips. It felt so good to bring him over to her side. It took a little bit of persuasion but she's more than happy to bring him with her on the next kill. It will probably be soon.
Then she opens her eyes as he shoves her away and he tells her to get away from him and the look on his face, it almost looked like he was disgusted with her. One of her oldest friends were disgusted with her and she swallowed hard when he wiped the blood away from his mouth. Katherine watched him for a moment and she swallowed hard once more, he asked her what had happened to her and how she of all people could fall from where she was.
She scoffed at him and then laughed. "You see what happened was we went to the Parlour and they served human blood and haven't not touched the stuff in a very long time I felt something trigger and then out of nowhere I have this craving for humans but the kicker here is that I felt the switch in my head go and I think I kissed goodbye to my humanity" she admitted and then looked around the room. "All that pain.. it's gone and all of this" she motioned to the room and everything that was going on around them really didn't matter. "It's all gone from here.." she tapped her head. "So how about you and me have some fun, yes?"
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Post by Ray on Dec 12, 2017 16:11:08 GMT -7
Katherine speaks, a sort of pride glimmering in her words at her loss of humanity, her loss of feeling, her loss of caring. All things that had led Katherine to where she is today, to the person she once was. Adrian can only stare, knowing nothing of what she talks about. When he'd fallen, all those years ago, the worst part was still being able to feel it all. Remorse, guilt, horror, all strangled by the hunger that would not let him go. It hurt him every single time he fed, every single time he killed, and yet he couldn't stop. He wanted it. More and more. He wanted it. Even though he hated it.
But this...Katherine is speaking of letting it all go. It's long been killed and buried in her mind, replaced entirely by the want to hunt. To feed. to kill.
He feels bile rising in his throat, threatening to choke.
Yet he feels the hunger too. The smell of human blood still wafts her, wafts around him, the small taste making his stomach churn for more. But it's not her blood he wants. It's not the aftertaste of a feeding he craves. His body, his mind, his instincts want the real thing. Fresh from the source. The same want he'd had back then. But now there is no Katherine to pull him back from those dark depths. He wipes his hand at his mouth once more, fingers trailing the blood towards his lips, his tongue, and he lets out a shuddering breath. "You're cruel." He says, voice cracking faintly.
With a smooth, patient slide of her hand, Camilla spreads the cards evenly in a wide arc upon the floor. They all sit face down, their backs almost appearing like black velvet in the dim light cascading throughout the room, glossy and iridescent. She sits upon her knees in the center of them all, but her eyes do not leave Jon's face. Edric lingers in the shadows, saying nothing.
"Come," she says, sitting forward slightly to pat the ground across of her on the outside of the arc, "Sit." Jon pulls in a deep breath, but obliges. Shrugging out of his coat, he tosses it aside before lowering himself down to the ground, sitting cross-legged upon the wooden floorboards. Camilla settles back. "Edric has told me very little about you." She speaks, "Do you mind if I ask you questions?"
"That's what we're doing, isn't it?" Jon replies, leaning forward to rest his elbows upon his knees. Camilla smiles faintly, and tilts her head to the side.
"The other night you made it seem as if you are not human. If not, then what are you?" She asks with little hesitation. Jon sees Edric shift a little uncomfortably.
"I don't know." Jon admits in a sigh, "I've lived and died for six centuries."
Camilla's eyes narrow just a fraction, but the smile does not fade. She looks away only to pick a card at random, keeping it face down, setting it in front of herself. "How old were you when you first died?"
Jon looks momentarily towards Edric, silently asking whether he should continue. But Edric just watches. Pulling in another deep breath, Jon looks back to Camilla. "Twenty-four." She pulls another card, setting it horizontal across the first.
"How did you die?"
"Stabbed in the heart by men I trusted." Jon says, finding the words hard to speak. She pulls a third, setting it on its own.
"How did you come back?"
Jon swallows, feeling a tightness clench at his chest. That's a question he's asked himself every day for the past six hundred years. A question Rowan never answered. Nor Edric. None of it makes sense to him. He should have died and stayed dead. He should be rotting somewhere in the farthest reaches of Scotland's green, bare bones and nameless. "Some kind of magic." He says, simply, only knowing that.
Camilla draws a fourth after a long moment of just looking at him.
"I want you to ask me a question now." She says, resting her hands upon her silk covered lap. Jon blinks a little in surprise and confusion. "Anything. Tout ce que ton coeur désire." He stares at her for a minute that drags on, not knowing what to say, what to ask. He's had a thousand questions in the last day alone. A million things he's wanted answered over the long span of his life. But choosing one to ask now seems almost impossible. But her own questions, the thoughts that had been dug back up from long forgotten graves, build upon his mind. Nagging. Aching. Making his chest hurt with the reminder of it all. A biting shard of ice piercing into his heart of flame.
"Why am I here?" He asks, the words falling from his mouth before they even have a chance to form in his thoughts.
"Pick a card." She tells him, nudging her chin towards the rest left untouched. He looks down to the arc, dark eyes scanning across the choices, all identical to him. He reaches out to the nearest one, not knowing, but she grabs his wrist suddenly, stopping him. "Don't just pick one at random. Think about it. Feel them." Camilla releases his hand gradually, fingers trailing across him. He exhales a slow breath, lowering his gaze once more. Taking his time as she says, he looks at each on individually, deciding, waiting for something to give him any indication of the right choice, before his eyes settle upon one particular one. It lies just within reach to his right, no different than the rest, just as blank and black. But he reaches out and, hesitating for only a second, pulls it free.
He hands it to Camilla upside down, and she takes it. With a delicate hand, she turns it face-up at the top of her gathered field.
A skeleton in black armor rides upon a pale steed, a king lying dead beneath the hooves, a child praying before it. La Mort.
A slow smile pulls at her lips, and Camilla lifts her amber eyes to meet his, a flicker of something there. "It seems we have a friend in common."
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Post by Snowglobe18 on Dec 12, 2017 16:28:15 GMT -7
Katherine watched him and scoffed when he said that she was cruel "No you know what is cruel having to live on bunnies" she said and smirked before licking her lip "Having to pretend that we're human by living among them and we're not Adrian, we're not human... we are monsters and you know what.." she says and moves closer to where he is "that is okay."
She felt no more pain, she didn't even care that this was Westeros because it didn't really matter. The pain that Katherine had felt after losing her daughter was gone and she just felt so much more alive that it was hard not to want to stay like this. The switch in her head had been flicked and for the first time in six centuries she really didn't feel anything but the want to feed on humans. The drunk man hadn't been her first kill but that one she didn't really remember but she knew that she had been hungry and it felt so good to sink her teeth into the vein and drink that warm blood.
"I honestly don't know why I ever stayed clean because this is the life that every vampire should live, to be free and to feed on the humans because they are here for us Adrian not here to be going to fancy parties and bitching about how bad things are" she shrugged up a shoulder. "We're free to do whatever we want and I know that you struggled with blood but just give in just let it all in and push the disapproving looks of the others away because they're not important" she looked over his face and then grinned at him softly.
"You and me, that's all it's going to be" she whispered softly and put her hand against his chest.
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Post by Ray on Dec 12, 2017 16:48:14 GMT -7
Katherine steps closer to him, elaborating the cruelty of the lives they've lived, the things they've forced themselves to do to seem human. And he's had the same thoughts before. God knows he has. Drinking from animals, from rabbits and cats and foxes, sustains them for a time. Keeps them alive. Keeps them sated. But not once has it ever made him feel full, or happy, or satisfied. Not like human blood. And for the last four years, he's had to keep himself locked in these bedrooms of Katherine's brothel, just to escape the sunlight and the luring temptations outside. He's better now that he used to be. More in control. But that does mean that he's never thought about it. Never listened to passing heartbeats on the street. Never smelled the life on Maria's neck and wondered what if.
And she speaks of freedom, of living how they should. And he knows its wrong but coming from her lips, this woman who's kept him sane for so long, kept him clean, that what if creeps back into his mind.
He clenches his jaw tightly, swallowing hard, but that only makes the taste of blood hit him all over again. The lingering trace of human blood. The swim of alcohol in it. The freshness. The veins creep up his throat once more, wantingly. His eyes darken. His upper lip twitches. And a familiar voice at the back of his mind suddenly goes quiet as the hunger takes over.
"Where do we start?"
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