Night meets Day [Laszlo]

A Lethaefal meets a Synaefal one night in Alvadas. Is it an illusion, too?

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Considered one of the most mysterious cities in Mizahar, Alvadas is called The City of Illusions. It is the home of Ionu and the notorious Inverted. This city sits on one of the main crossroads through The Region of Kalea.

Night meets Day [Laszlo]

Postby Siofra on November 15th, 2011, 1:59 am

She gasped softly as his mouth met hers again, their next kiss just as passionate as the last, if only because of their increased contact. Siofra couldn’t understand these sensations, the simple pleasure of being able to kiss someone, or to be placed at someone’s disposal. She lifted her right hand and curled her fingers around his shoulder blade, pulling him into her for more, while it’s twin in his hair slid along his scalp and held him closer.

She had to admit, the Symenestra had an interesting flavour. Like a spice, almost, yet sweet.

Yet, he broke their kiss just as his fangs elongated, creating interesting pressure against her lips. However, he did not relent on his seduction, but pressed his mouth to her neck. Her head tilted to the side as she shivered under his lips’ caress, under the brush of his warm tongue. She didn’t understand how such simple contact could do so much to her, or how returning his kiss could bring forth such a strong reaction in him. He was not as calm, nor as cold, as she had originally assumed. He was so different like this, and she had to admit... she liked it.

His actions only eased from her what she suffered every day. He alleviated her anger, caused her to channel it into holding him and not allowing this to stop. She wanted to feel what he felt, so desperately, and she loved what it was. It made her feel reckless, or drunk even, and gave her the sense that this truly was real, that this wasn’t just a dream as everything else had been.

She didn’t want this to be a dream.

He moved away again suddenly, leaving her with a sense of loss, yet his thumb slid across the side of her breast and made her shiver and realise he wasn’t yet done with her. He wouldn’t meet her eyes, but she didn’t mind. It gave her a chance to appreciate the beauty of his thin form, the breakable structure of his brittle bones and thin skin. His claws, strong on her shoulder and slipping along her tunic, were hard, touch, and held her still. She wondered what it would feel like to have them on her bare skin.

Laszlo’s words than riveted Siofra, attracting her unbreakable attention if just for a few moments before she insisted this continue again. He once again seemed so forlorn, so lonely, that she considered comforting him.

“Laszlo...” She started softly. It wasn’t in her to be comforting. It was new, unfamiliar, and yet exhilarating. Maybe she could give him the allure he gave her. “I have not been like this before, either, and you would take from me this..? I... don’t want it to stop... I don’t want you to stop... This is real for me, unlike everything else...” She spoke quietly, for she had not known what emotion to lace into her words. Should she plead? Whine? Demand? Complain? She chose to be insistent, yet calmly so.

Siofra truly didn’t want this to end. As she spoke, she watched his eyes, his face, his mouth. Her fingers threaded through his hair, stroking along the back of his head absently. He had such soft hair.

“Please, don’t stop...” She said again, ever so softly.
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OOCIt is now December, officially Winter in the Mizaharian calender. Siofra is no longer available to thread with for anyone after the end of Fall.
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Night meets Day [Laszlo]

Postby Laszlo on November 15th, 2011, 8:56 am

Don't stop.

A quivering breath left Laszlo's parted lips as he tightened his grip on her. The Ethaefal leaned in, resting his forehead against Siofra's while he used one hand to pull her thin, frail body into his. Drawing a long, tense breath, he inhaled her intoxicating scent, sweet and fresh like a spring rain. He exhaled as he kissed her again, a slow, but gentle reassurance as the softness of his gray lips pushed into hers.

Laszlo had offered her reprieve, practicing enough restraint to ensure that she didn't feel pressured. She didn't. In fact she seemed to want this just as much as he did. Don't stop, she had whispered, her voice like a draw of silk against his ear.

"Say it again," he growled when their lips parted, splaying his long, bony fingers over her midsection and squeezing her waist. Slender arms had wrapped around him, and where they pressed into his back, electric sensation tingled through his covered skin. He felt suddenly smothered by his heavy cloak and cursed its thickness, but it had only one clasp and could easily be removed. He had every intention of doing so. Lifting his head, he planted a kiss in Siofra's hair, then turned to look over his shoulder.

The neon moon glittered brightly over the empty Alvadas street, gracing each corner with a bright ribbon of sharp, white light. Aside from the distant barking of an unseen dog and the chittering of nighttime insects, their private little part of the city looked completely quiet. However, there were lights on in some nearby windows. Laszlo's vision was too hazed and drunk with impatience to make out whether anyone was looking, but even if they weren't, the two of them were still out in the open.

Laszlo turned back to Siofra, meeting the look of desire in her hauntingly dark eyes. There was no question. He had to have her.

But what was he going to do? Walk her back to the Cubacious Inn? It could take hours to find the place again, and Laszlo was familiar with this passionate high: it wouldn't wait for him. It would fade in awkward looks and polite smiles by the time they found a bed. There was the option of taking her inside the House of Broken Mirrors, just behind her, but… that had every probability of backfiring very badly.

Petch it. If anyone saw, let them watch.

"Come with me," he ordered breathlessly, pulling away from her arms and gently leading her away from the building with a hand at her back. As they reached the far corner of the House, they turned sharply, slipping into a narrow alleyway between this building and its neighbor. Here the shadows engulfed them, protected them. Laszlo's eyes shimmered in the low light; he could still see perfectly.

With the flourish of a clawed hand, Laszlo unhitched the clasp of his cloak and shrugged it away. The heavy wool released him, sliding down his back and gathering at the back of his feet. The crisp, autumn air flooded in and embraced his narrow figure, but he put it out of his mind. If he was cold now, he would warm up soon.

A little harder than he meant to, Laszlo flung Siofra against the side of the alley, soon after pinning her body there with his own. As he breathed into her neck, his hands roamed her curves, smoothing over the round of her shoulder, sliding over the arc of her hip, and stopping briefly to massage the softness of her chest. Soon he was pushing up her tunic again, this time not stopping until the wan flesh of her abdomen was exposed, and the bundle of fabric was pulled up and over her head. The cool evening air was biting, but Laszlo's hands and body were warm. He kissed her again as a pleasant distraction while he paused to open his shirt. He pressed his torso to hers, his hands migrating to the woman's hips to shed the rest of her clothing. After removing from himself what was necessary, Laszlo rested his hands on Siofra's bare thighs, hungrily pressing himself against her.

"Say it again. Keep saying it," he whispered into her skin as he hoisted her up, pulling her legs around him and pressing her back more firmly into the wall of the alley. "And hold onto me."

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In the daytime I am one of Syna's fallen.
At night, I am Symenestra.
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Night meets Day [Laszlo]

Postby Paragon on December 11th, 2011, 12:45 am

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Laszlo :
Laszlo

Skill XP Reward
Seduction +3
Persuasion +1
Observation +1
Running +1
Philosophy +1
Rhetoric +1

Lore: Chasing Kin, Brethren in Alvadas, Ethaefal Understanding, Trapped in a Mortal World, Celestial Seduction, Making Love in the Shadows

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Siofra :
Siofra

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Hypnotism +2
Seduction +1
Observation +1
Philosophy +1
Rhetoric +1

Lore: Brethren in Alvadas, Ethaefal Understanding, A Glimmer of Hope, Giving In to Passion, Making Love in the Shadows

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Wonderful meeting of two Celestial children, and tastefully done lustful scenes at the end. Great writing, the both of you - if you have ANY questions or concerns about this grading, don't hesitate to PM me.
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