Post by Pandora LeAmour on Jun 25, 2009 22:04:41 GMT -5
Pandora LeAmour
Tathar Seregon
Mathas
Location: The Tower
Time: Two and a half hours after Sunset.
(This rp began while Pandora was located at the Seamstress, thus is including all of Tathar's posts while the MotC was NOT within the tower. Pandora's first post here is a continuance from returning to the Tower after meeting the Seamstress.)
Indeed, she had been correct in her assumption that he had been within the library, choosing to immerse himself within the pages of the many tomes within as he had already done twice before. He was not avoiding her...merely trying to find something...anything...any history whatsoever on their predicament. He was sure that it had to have happened at least once before in the centuries upon centuries that their kinds had existed, but he was having no such luck. He found nothing whatsoever. Not the first reference or history or even a footnote, and it was beginning to irritate him. He wanted to know if it had worked out...Whether or not he could look foreward to a long companionship or a short torture session.
He sighed, very nearly reaching out to the pages he was reading now and throwing them out to the drop. This was aggravating him to no end...Surely at some point there had been a vampire and lycan to try the very same thing that the two of them were attempting to do? There must be a record of it somewhere....But if not here within the library, then where? And he began to recall having smelled the particular scent given off by parchment from within their chambers. Mayhap she had a stash of her own that she wished for no one else to see...? Surely something like this would require it to be kept out of sight of the rest of the NightWorld community. Why hadn't he thought of that possibility before now? He quickly began to replace the books he had removed from the shelves back into their respective places, excitement filling him now...Thankfully, due to the small amount of her blood he had ingested, he had only experienced a slight buzzing sensation in his mind when he awoke this morning, so the withdrawals were safely away from him this go round...But he was beginning to feel another need, but he shook it away.
He finished putting the books away and quickly moved to the drop area, stepping out to the notches in the wall and quickly climbed up, practically throwing himself upward with each new grip before reaching the upper ledge of their chambers, following the scent of the pages. He had to be fast, as he did not know what appointments, if any, Pandora had tonight, and therefore was un sure of how long she would be out and about before returning up here for the least little thing. The scent led him to her cot, and he resisted the urge to reach out a hand and run it along the simple bedding. He had no time for that...He looked to the trunks that were here, then...And reached for the nearest one. It was unlocked, luckily enough, but upon opening it he realised that there was naught there but a piece of clothing or two, so he closed it once more before turning to the next. This was unlocked as well, but he struck gold, so to speak. There were a good few books here, and he busily began to pick them up one by one, scanning random pages briefly before turning to the next.
Oh what a wealth of information he had found, here...Pages and pages of her own experiences...The way she had lived her life...But there was something odd about the one he currently held and read. It described being out in the sunlight, when clearly what she was voided that completely...Unless...Was this from before she had been changed.,..? Was it the true Pandora without the vampiric charms and abilities? He perused page after page, eyes hungering greedily for more and more, and his mind was just as guilty. It thirsted to know everything possible about her. Her favorite things, colors, gifts...What she liked and disliked...He wanted to know how to please her. To make her see past the fact that what they did was taboo and forbidden. He wanted her to want him the way that he wanted her...As of last night, while he had enjoyed it, he was still under the impression of what she had said the night prior...Of her rejection of him, and he wanted to make himself into the image she would appreciate and need.
He poured over more and more pages, of course reaching the point where she had been changed, the experience of it, how she took it, her thoughts on the matter most intimate...It was incredible. He had an all new level of respect for her, but this he would not show...No, he would hide what he had learned from her own private musings and recollections. But he would have to eventually come clean as to what he had done. That he had violated her privacy in such a manner, as the next time they had such an encounter she was likely to discover it then, and she would probably not be pleased. Though, honestly, he thought it fair. She had learned everything there was to know about himself..the way he worked, thought, and felt. It was only fair that he be able to do the very same about her.
He turned to take a seat on the first trunk, easing his weight down on it to ensure that he would not crack or break it as he did so, and he read more upon more. A quaint upbringing she had had, but had been allowed book after book. Apparently, she had a thirst for knowledge that matched his own...Intriguing to say the least...She had been kind and giddy, of sorts. Qualities she still showed now and again, though he wondered if she even recalled these moments. And she had apparently had an arranged marriage lined up, but had been taken on the eve before. Marius....Her sire...He had taken her and completed the transformation rather quickly. He began to wonder about this creature before delving even deeper into the pages and their tale. Apparently her family was never graced by her presence ever again after that, though whether or not that was by her own doing and choice he failed to see.....The two of them shared much more in common than she let on.
With a new unread parchment under her arm, Pandora made the easy jump from second story to upper level, barely landing in her's and Tathar's quarters before her footsteps carried her further.
Upon reaching her own chambers, Pandora found something she wasn't quite prepaired to see. There sat Tathar, looking mighty comfortable on her trunk, his nose in one of her personal books. Fury raged through her, the good mood she had aquired at the Seamstress' shop quickly vanishing.
She, however, kept her voice level and gentle as she spoke to him.
Though her voice indicated she did not mind in the least that he had been snooping through her personal belongings, her eye's told a different story.
With her arms folded over her chest, Pandora came to rest a few feet infront of him, watching. She knew keeping those blasted books here was a bad idea, but never in her entire undead life, had she had anyone in her private quarters, and honestly she hadn't thought Tathar' the type to snoop thus had completely forgotten that the trunks did not bore any locks. That could easily be fixed.
He had just begun to delve even deeper into her first experiences as a vampire before the sound of footsteps met his ears, then the rustling of clothing, and then a landing ever so slight, and he knew that she saw him there, atop her own trunk, deep within one of her own personal diaries. Clearly not a good situation to find oneself in, but he played it as if it were just a casual instance. Her voice led him to believe that she did not mind in the least that he had violated her privacy.....and her eyes contradicted that as soon as he glanced up and into them, burning with a cold fury that only her blue hues could portray, and he slowly set the book down next to him. Reading time was clearly over with, now.
Pandora crossed the room towards him a three strides, and bent to retrieve the book that he had just set down. Her eye's drifted from him to the book and upon realizing it was her own diary, back to him. Without needing to look, Pandora tossed the book back into the trunk it had come from, and slammed the lid.
Backing away from him, rather then turning her back on him, Pandora crossed to the other side of the room again, her eye's not once leaving his form as he sat there so casually on her trunk.
Though her voice remained emotionless, her fury was building within her. She would have gladly told him, at least the parts that he had a right to know. There was much not even Portier knew, and she had planned to keep it that way. How much had he read, anyways? How much did he know?
Worse... How much would he use against her?
He watched her as her anger swelled, and try as he might he could not even begin to think of what punishment could be coming his way for this transgression...He could only see how beautiful that she was. He did not move or speak or flinch as she slammed the trunk next to him to a close, placing the diary he had been reading within beforehand. But he pulled himself away from those thoughts for the moment, trying to think of a reply. What would suit this situation? A simple apology would likely not suffice, even though his grounds were firm in his eyes. He noticed how she did not turn her back to him as she moved away to the far side of the room, and he could not help but notice that he had apparently lost a certain degree of respect from her for his actions...Understandable enough, he supposed.
"Your companion... I see."
No no, she didn't see at all. And her words were more in confusion to to word rather then any indication that she understood his feble attempt at an excuse.
She pressed her back to the wall, and appeared to lean against it as if needing the support. Some thing's were better left undiscovered, in her opinion.
As she watched him, she struggled to keep her face expressionless, not entirely accomplishing the task. She was worried. About how much he discovered, about the way he'd react to these discoveries. Did he read of her childhood. Of her violent acts when she was first turned? Of the torture she inflected, and the way she hunted free of guilt? Did he read about her issues with Mathas. Or her near death? Did he discover the dozens of ways to kill a Vampire, or even torture one, that were not documented openly?
Her gloved hands remained unmoving at her sides, thanks to a Master Vampire's ability to remain completely immoble, else she probably would have been wringing them in frustration.
He pondered as to how much he should tell her...As to how much he had seen through her mind's eye that was scribed on the pages he had only moments before been reading. Surely she would not be happy with whatever he said given the circumstances, so the truth was the best option at the moment. Though, he began to wonder if he could actually lie to her...Not in the sense that she may be able to read his thoughts as she very well probably could. She had inbibed of his blood, after all...No, it was more a sense that he did not know if he had the ability to bring himself to tell her an untruth. So, he stood. Standing to his full height slowly, as if the weight of his years as well as that of the information that he had just learned were weighing heavily on his shoulders, and he simply stood there, not bothering to move toward her for right now it was likely that she would lash out at him or push him away, and this disheartened him for a moment before he spoke.
Pandora gave a simple nod of her head, as he spoke the truth to her. It wasn't customary for a Vampire to act anything but strong. Capable. That was how she had managed to survive this long.
She had long since learnt that if you tell someone not to do something, it only encouraged them more. Besides, what better way for him to realize she is worse then he thought, then to let him read from her own words.
With a simple shake of her head, she straightened her posture and forced herself to blink. Vampires could cry, but their tears were nowhere near as attractive nor clear as that of a mortal, or a Lycan for that matter.
Another blink to ensure she kept the emotionless mask she practiced for damn near a century before getting it right. In honesty, she didn't know what she was upset about. The fact that he had sought through her personal belongings, or the fact that he felt he needed to in order to get the information he wanted.
She hadn't any intention of going anywhere, but right then she didn't quite know what to say. So, leaving him standing there infront of the trunk he had just rose from, Pandora crossed the room once more, seemingly towards him, but not. She, instead, settled just to the left of where he stood, upon her cot, and withdrew the binded parchments she had gathered from the NightWorld Library before she headed here to discover him going through the diary.
Sitting herself up on the bed, her legs folded beneath her, Pandora forced her eye's to turn to said parchment, and pretended reading, her attention diverted between the words on the page, and the awareness that he was in the room with her.
He sighed...heavily so, and quite audibly as she acted the way he did, and he instantly regretted having gone through her personal items in search of knowledge in such a fashion. It was rude, something he was not often privy to acting...but he could not help it. He felt the urge, the need to know more about her so that he may be better able to please and appease her, and he turned to face her as she sat upon her cot, and he moved to stand beside it, and beside her, kneeling down so he could be more on eye level with her since to him, as well as his lupine counterpart, holding oneself higher than another was a show of dominance, and he was by no means dominant to her. She was, after all, the Master of the City. He made no move to reach for her hand or any other comforting gesture, as right now he was unsure of just how effective it would be, instead choosing to lean close to her, silently inhaling her scent as he did so, and exhaling deeply, bathing her shoulder with his warm breath before he spoke, his voice low and soft, damn near soothing, which was odd coming from him.
And with that he stood, not giving her the chance to reply before making for his own cot and easing himself down onto it, rolling onto his side and facing the wall away from her, his back facing her now. In truth he was hurting, but foolish pride not only from being what he was, but also that of a man, forbade showing it. No, he would simply go to sleep, now, and relish in his dreams until he could wake in the morning and leave her to her slumber in peace.
Tathar Seregon
Mathas
Location: The Tower
Time: Two and a half hours after Sunset.
(This rp began while Pandora was located at the Seamstress, thus is including all of Tathar's posts while the MotC was NOT within the tower. Pandora's first post here is a continuance from returning to the Tower after meeting the Seamstress.)
Indeed, she had been correct in her assumption that he had been within the library, choosing to immerse himself within the pages of the many tomes within as he had already done twice before. He was not avoiding her...merely trying to find something...anything...any history whatsoever on their predicament. He was sure that it had to have happened at least once before in the centuries upon centuries that their kinds had existed, but he was having no such luck. He found nothing whatsoever. Not the first reference or history or even a footnote, and it was beginning to irritate him. He wanted to know if it had worked out...Whether or not he could look foreward to a long companionship or a short torture session.He sighed, very nearly reaching out to the pages he was reading now and throwing them out to the drop. This was aggravating him to no end...Surely at some point there had been a vampire and lycan to try the very same thing that the two of them were attempting to do? There must be a record of it somewhere....But if not here within the library, then where? And he began to recall having smelled the particular scent given off by parchment from within their chambers. Mayhap she had a stash of her own that she wished for no one else to see...? Surely something like this would require it to be kept out of sight of the rest of the NightWorld community. Why hadn't he thought of that possibility before now? He quickly began to replace the books he had removed from the shelves back into their respective places, excitement filling him now...Thankfully, due to the small amount of her blood he had ingested, he had only experienced a slight buzzing sensation in his mind when he awoke this morning, so the withdrawals were safely away from him this go round...But he was beginning to feel another need, but he shook it away.
He finished putting the books away and quickly moved to the drop area, stepping out to the notches in the wall and quickly climbed up, practically throwing himself upward with each new grip before reaching the upper ledge of their chambers, following the scent of the pages. He had to be fast, as he did not know what appointments, if any, Pandora had tonight, and therefore was un sure of how long she would be out and about before returning up here for the least little thing. The scent led him to her cot, and he resisted the urge to reach out a hand and run it along the simple bedding. He had no time for that...He looked to the trunks that were here, then...And reached for the nearest one. It was unlocked, luckily enough, but upon opening it he realised that there was naught there but a piece of clothing or two, so he closed it once more before turning to the next. This was unlocked as well, but he struck gold, so to speak. There were a good few books here, and he busily began to pick them up one by one, scanning random pages briefly before turning to the next.
Oh what a wealth of information he had found, here...Pages and pages of her own experiences...The way she had lived her life...But there was something odd about the one he currently held and read. It described being out in the sunlight, when clearly what she was voided that completely...Unless...Was this from before she had been changed.,..? Was it the true Pandora without the vampiric charms and abilities? He perused page after page, eyes hungering greedily for more and more, and his mind was just as guilty. It thirsted to know everything possible about her. Her favorite things, colors, gifts...What she liked and disliked...He wanted to know how to please her. To make her see past the fact that what they did was taboo and forbidden. He wanted her to want him the way that he wanted her...As of last night, while he had enjoyed it, he was still under the impression of what she had said the night prior...Of her rejection of him, and he wanted to make himself into the image she would appreciate and need.
He poured over more and more pages, of course reaching the point where she had been changed, the experience of it, how she took it, her thoughts on the matter most intimate...It was incredible. He had an all new level of respect for her, but this he would not show...No, he would hide what he had learned from her own private musings and recollections. But he would have to eventually come clean as to what he had done. That he had violated her privacy in such a manner, as the next time they had such an encounter she was likely to discover it then, and she would probably not be pleased. Though, honestly, he thought it fair. She had learned everything there was to know about himself..the way he worked, thought, and felt. It was only fair that he be able to do the very same about her.
He turned to take a seat on the first trunk, easing his weight down on it to ensure that he would not crack or break it as he did so, and he read more upon more. A quaint upbringing she had had, but had been allowed book after book. Apparently, she had a thirst for knowledge that matched his own...Intriguing to say the least...She had been kind and giddy, of sorts. Qualities she still showed now and again, though he wondered if she even recalled these moments. And she had apparently had an arranged marriage lined up, but had been taken on the eve before. Marius....Her sire...He had taken her and completed the transformation rather quickly. He began to wonder about this creature before delving even deeper into the pages and their tale. Apparently her family was never graced by her presence ever again after that, though whether or not that was by her own doing and choice he failed to see.....The two of them shared much more in common than she let on.
With a new unread parchment under her arm, Pandora made the easy jump from second story to upper level, barely landing in her's and Tathar's quarters before her footsteps carried her further. Upon reaching her own chambers, Pandora found something she wasn't quite prepaired to see. There sat Tathar, looking mighty comfortable on her trunk, his nose in one of her personal books. Fury raged through her, the good mood she had aquired at the Seamstress' shop quickly vanishing.
She, however, kept her voice level and gentle as she spoke to him.
"I trust you find those interesting..."
Though her voice indicated she did not mind in the least that he had been snooping through her personal belongings, her eye's told a different story.
With her arms folded over her chest, Pandora came to rest a few feet infront of him, watching. She knew keeping those blasted books here was a bad idea, but never in her entire undead life, had she had anyone in her private quarters, and honestly she hadn't thought Tathar' the type to snoop thus had completely forgotten that the trunks did not bore any locks. That could easily be fixed.
He had just begun to delve even deeper into her first experiences as a vampire before the sound of footsteps met his ears, then the rustling of clothing, and then a landing ever so slight, and he knew that she saw him there, atop her own trunk, deep within one of her own personal diaries. Clearly not a good situation to find oneself in, but he played it as if it were just a casual instance. Her voice led him to believe that she did not mind in the least that he had violated her privacy.....and her eyes contradicted that as soon as he glanced up and into them, burning with a cold fury that only her blue hues could portray, and he slowly set the book down next to him. Reading time was clearly over with, now. "Aye, actually I do. I felt it only fitting that since you now know everything about myself, I would take the liberty to know about you. And since I cannot take those experiences as you can, I am forced to resort to reading about them."
[/center]Pandora crossed the room towards him a three strides, and bent to retrieve the book that he had just set down. Her eye's drifted from him to the book and upon realizing it was her own diary, back to him. Without needing to look, Pandora tossed the book back into the trunk it had come from, and slammed the lid. "You could have simply asked, Seregon. You have no need to go snooping through my things."
Backing away from him, rather then turning her back on him, Pandora crossed to the other side of the room again, her eye's not once leaving his form as he sat there so casually on her trunk.
"Or perhaps you are too busy avoiding me to ask. What gave you the illusion you could simply go through my things? Must I start getting locks for everything?"
Though her voice remained emotionless, her fury was building within her. She would have gladly told him, at least the parts that he had a right to know. There was much not even Portier knew, and she had planned to keep it that way. How much had he read, anyways? How much did he know?
Worse... How much would he use against her?
He watched her as her anger swelled, and try as he might he could not even begin to think of what punishment could be coming his way for this transgression...He could only see how beautiful that she was. He did not move or speak or flinch as she slammed the trunk next to him to a close, placing the diary he had been reading within beforehand. But he pulled himself away from those thoughts for the moment, trying to think of a reply. What would suit this situation? A simple apology would likely not suffice, even though his grounds were firm in his eyes. He noticed how she did not turn her back to him as she moved away to the far side of the room, and he could not help but notice that he had apparently lost a certain degree of respect from her for his actions...Understandable enough, he supposed."You were not here to ask. And I assure you, I did not intend to delve into your own history when I came up here. The books within the library below are void of the subject I am attempting to research, and I recalled the scent of parchment and ink from in here. If I gave the impression of avoiding you, I do apologize, but I was doing nothing of the sort. I simply wish to be more knowledgeable of my companion."
[/center]"Your companion... I see."No no, she didn't see at all. And her words were more in confusion to to word rather then any indication that she understood his feble attempt at an excuse.
"And what did you learn, Seregon."
She pressed her back to the wall, and appeared to lean against it as if needing the support. Some thing's were better left undiscovered, in her opinion.
As she watched him, she struggled to keep her face expressionless, not entirely accomplishing the task. She was worried. About how much he discovered, about the way he'd react to these discoveries. Did he read of her childhood. Of her violent acts when she was first turned? Of the torture she inflected, and the way she hunted free of guilt? Did he read about her issues with Mathas. Or her near death? Did he discover the dozens of ways to kill a Vampire, or even torture one, that were not documented openly?
Her gloved hands remained unmoving at her sides, thanks to a Master Vampire's ability to remain completely immoble, else she probably would have been wringing them in frustration.
He pondered as to how much he should tell her...As to how much he had seen through her mind's eye that was scribed on the pages he had only moments before been reading. Surely she would not be happy with whatever he said given the circumstances, so the truth was the best option at the moment. Though, he began to wonder if he could actually lie to her...Not in the sense that she may be able to read his thoughts as she very well probably could. She had inbibed of his blood, after all...No, it was more a sense that he did not know if he had the ability to bring himself to tell her an untruth. So, he stood. Standing to his full height slowly, as if the weight of his years as well as that of the information that he had just learned were weighing heavily on his shoulders, and he simply stood there, not bothering to move toward her for right now it was likely that she would lash out at him or push him away, and this disheartened him for a moment before he spoke."I learned of your very beginnings. Nothing more, nothing less. I did not get very far, so if you've secrets within those pages I assure you they are safe. I will not delve within again."
[/center]Pandora gave a simple nod of her head, as he spoke the truth to her. It wasn't customary for a Vampire to act anything but strong. Capable. That was how she had managed to survive this long. "I see. The books are yours, Seregon. Read them, burn them. Do with them what you will."
She had long since learnt that if you tell someone not to do something, it only encouraged them more. Besides, what better way for him to realize she is worse then he thought, then to let him read from her own words.
With a simple shake of her head, she straightened her posture and forced herself to blink. Vampires could cry, but their tears were nowhere near as attractive nor clear as that of a mortal, or a Lycan for that matter.
"You will find nothing in there that comforts you though, Tathar. They are stories of a girl long since gone. Do remember that."
Another blink to ensure she kept the emotionless mask she practiced for damn near a century before getting it right. In honesty, she didn't know what she was upset about. The fact that he had sought through her personal belongings, or the fact that he felt he needed to in order to get the information he wanted.
"Enjoy your evening..."
She hadn't any intention of going anywhere, but right then she didn't quite know what to say. So, leaving him standing there infront of the trunk he had just rose from, Pandora crossed the room once more, seemingly towards him, but not. She, instead, settled just to the left of where he stood, upon her cot, and withdrew the binded parchments she had gathered from the NightWorld Library before she headed here to discover him going through the diary.
Sitting herself up on the bed, her legs folded beneath her, Pandora forced her eye's to turn to said parchment, and pretended reading, her attention diverted between the words on the page, and the awareness that he was in the room with her.
He sighed...heavily so, and quite audibly as she acted the way he did, and he instantly regretted having gone through her personal items in search of knowledge in such a fashion. It was rude, something he was not often privy to acting...but he could not help it. He felt the urge, the need to know more about her so that he may be better able to please and appease her, and he turned to face her as she sat upon her cot, and he moved to stand beside it, and beside her, kneeling down so he could be more on eye level with her since to him, as well as his lupine counterpart, holding oneself higher than another was a show of dominance, and he was by no means dominant to her. She was, after all, the Master of the City. He made no move to reach for her hand or any other comforting gesture, as right now he was unsure of just how effective it would be, instead choosing to lean close to her, silently inhaling her scent as he did so, and exhaling deeply, bathing her shoulder with his warm breath before he spoke, his voice low and soft, damn near soothing, which was odd coming from him."I will touch them no further, as I already told you...And if it will help you understand why I delved into your things, I was simply looking for any sort of history reguarding our...relationship...I suppose you could call it. I want it to be able to work. And I want to be able to keep you happy. If I am in the wrong for doing so, please let me know. Have a good night, Pandora."
And with that he stood, not giving her the chance to reply before making for his own cot and easing himself down onto it, rolling onto his side and facing the wall away from her, his back facing her now. In truth he was hurting, but foolish pride not only from being what he was, but also that of a man, forbade showing it. No, he would simply go to sleep, now, and relish in his dreams until he could wake in the morning and leave her to her slumber in peace.
