Post by Pandora LeAmour on Aug 3, 2009 20:45:15 GMT -5
Pandora LeAmour
Tathar Seregon
Location: The Tower
Time: dusk.
Two nights since Pandora had woken. Two nights since Tathar had come to see her. Did he know she was up and about again? Did he care? Not that one could actually call this being up and about. Pandora must have had half a dozen meals in two days and she still wasn't feeling back to her old self just yet. Damned this servant stuff took a long time to recover from.
There had been plenty of time for emotion over the death of Mathas. A week in bed gave her more then enough time alone with her thoughts. And thus, for the past two days Pandora had quite litterly stumbled from her quarters and into the Meeting Room. She hadn't been able to pull the length of the whole night just yet, more oftehn then not after but a couple hours, Pandora needed to rest.
So far, it had been a relatively easy evening. Two days ago she had met with Sotharin, he was now in the Holding Cells awaiting punishment. Last eve, she had met with the construct Symphony. She was now in the NightWorld Quarters for the time being. Tonight, she had not met with anyone but the meal provided for her earlier.
Quite different from most times, the Master of the City was curled in a ball in her customary chair at the head of the table. Both legs dangled over one arm of the chair, at the knee. The other, supported her neck. In her hands, in her lap, a few pages of parchments from thing's that happened while she was.. unavailable, shall we say? She'd been trying to read them since shortly after sunset, and was still only on the second page. Her mind just kept.. drifting.
He had left his shop rather late, still trying to work the oil from the top of his worktable. He'd actually managed to get somewhere with it today using a hot iron, but other than that miniscule progress it was mainly a waste of time. The smell resulting from it had not been pleasant in the least. And after hanging around a little longer to let the place air out while he did the small amount of other cleaning he left, making his way for the Tower with a steady pace. He was in no real hurry...As far as he knew, Pandora was still laid up in their chambers, and that damned Priestess could show up at any given moment. Oh how that cursed woman grated on his nerves...In a way much more than Mathas ever did. At least the man knew when he was outmatched...But did she...? No...She held herself in much higher reguard than every other occupant within the lands. Not a smart thing to do when one had no "friends". Eventually he made it to the door and rapped lightly, dead center just under the slit that William used to peer outside to visitors, keeping his face slightly downturned to help the shadows hide his face.
She got tired of even attempting to read the parchments infront of her. They settled still in her hands, but turned down over her stomache. Her feet ceased swinging, and even her eye's had closed.
The perfect image of a child sleeping. Of course, Pandora was no child, and she certainly wasn't sleeping.
Instead, she was trying to get the images of her last certain memory out of her mind. At first she had worried that the High Priestess had sent Tathar away. But the more she thought of it, the more she convinced herself that he wasn't set away, but left of his own accord. Furious with her for not telling him what to expect.
She wouldn't have changed how it happened in the least. Sure, she regretted her almost trip to a world beyond this one, but she would not have changed the punishment. She had given Tathar free reign to take Mathas' life how he saw fit. Had he known, he probably would have hesitated.
Her mind rolled back, over and over, unable to block the images from that horrid evening from playing in slow motion behind her eyelids.
As William deemed him worthy of entering, as he always did, and the man opened the door he strode in just after, offering a small nod of greeting to him before continuing on his way deeper into the sanctum that was the Tower. Odd how something that humans saw as evil...A dark spot on the area...a dungeon, of sorts, could feel so very much like home. Something he had not experienced in quite some time....For a very long time he had simply viewed the places that he stayed were just that...Places...But here...no...here was quite different...Here he felt at peace...secure...Had she told him what would have happened, then he may have decided to be a little more lenient. The rest of the mortal's life would have been spent secured inside a coffin...He would have been force fed if necessary to ensure that he lived as long as possible...But he still would have been punished. As he entered the meeting room and looked around, passing under the archway, he saw her form there....so innocently laying across her chair...An odd sight indeed...and a bit of a surprisesince she was up and about, as well.
Pandora's eye's snapped open as if something terrifying awoke her. She didn't turn her head, however, and her gaze fell upon the roof of the Meeting Room. Nothing else moved to life, nothing else even so much as twitched.
She allowed a moment of silence to pass between them, nothing but the sound of his own beating heart. And then, slowly, Pandora slid her legs off the arm of the chair, and propping her elbows against the other, straightened herself so that she was once more seated in the chair properly. Her eye's landed on Tathar, and she gave a gentle smile, the painting of crimson red on her lips making the white of her teeth shine.
My....As she moved and sat up, flashing that grin...the paint on her face, the red of her lips...Bertha had outdone herself. Not that she was unattractive when she was unpainted...No, not in the least. She had a certain animalistic flair about herself...Something that was strangely attractive no matter what. Was it her vampiric charms and abilities...? Was it something that she just had naturally...? It was a mystery to him, to be honest, but he liked it. On the other hand, however, when she was painted...she had an all new type of beauty, and she had it to spare...Odd creature was she....But as she addressed him as "M'lord", he did not know what to think. His stint as Master of the City was well over and done with by now...Had she forgotten? Surely she hadn't.
Pandora waved a single gloved hand, something that she had insisted on wearing ever since she had awoken two nights ago.
Alright, a little out of character, but not utterly alarming. It was truth, afterall, just not truth that Pandora would often voice. She had called the Smithy many names before. Pup, Seregon, Tathar, wolf, Master, Lycan, Smithy. The list went on and on, but never had she asked him what it was he perfered to be addressed by.
Also quite out of character for her. Pandora didn't ever seem to relish the idea of business. Perhaps it was all that time out of business that had her simply itching to get herself neck deep in it once more. After all, she hadn't had a really hard earned day's work in over a week!
He laughed slightly, then....He really did not know what he would prefer her to address him by. He...well...Even the pet names that she had called him just to annoy him did not bother him anymore....So he really supposed it did not matter...But she likely would not settle for that...And as for arriving with a duty....work...well, he had nothing that he could think of. Nothing at the least.
The laugh that escaped him elected another, wider grin from Pandora, one that seemed to reach her eyes. She had almost missed his perfered title to be addressed by, simply overlaying from the fact that he didn't, infact, have any work for her. 'Only myself' wasn't all that bad, though, from the angle she was looking at.
She winked, and settled into what appeared to be a more comfortable position at the table. She was determined to learn how to act like a mortal now more then before the Mathas Incident. Being cooped up in the Tower wasn't good for her, or anyone else for that matter, and the sooner she learnt how to appear mortal, the sooner she could venture forth from it.
Because of this, she didn't elect to sit, spine straight, hands folded in her lap. Instead, she broke all the rules, and leaned her elbows on the surface of the table, palms turned upward. Her creamy white chin rested in them levelly. Soft blue eye's watched him, nay studied him. Her gaze swept from toe to head, lingering over area's that would have made any mortal woman blush.
She didn't really want to talk business, but Pandora had no idea WHAT to say.
He raised a single brow to her actions...her posture...her words...So very...unlike her, in their fullest. In a way it was unnerving, but at the very same time he liked it. It was different...It was new. It broke the humdrum normality that everything had seemed to become lately, and therefore it was quite welcome in his eyes.
He grinned yet again, eyes roving over her own form as she did the very same to him, and her gaze's regions did not go unnoticed at all, and his mind began to entertain thoughts of a much more fun evening...But no...Right now she needed rest far too much to partake of pleasures of the flesh...He was patient, after all. And then she put a slight dent in the mood....but only slightly...He had dealt with business all day long, and surely she had done so as well since she had risen from her bed, but if she wanted to talk shop, then by all means who was he to deny it of her?
It seemed so natural, so easy for Pandora to toss her head back and laugh. Really laugh. If the smile and the mortal attempt at comfortable positions seemed out of place, the laugh was just the icing on the cake.
So Symphony hadn't made well with her time in the shop. No wonder she had come seeking shelter here in the Tower just the eve' before. Of course, the construct was in for quite a surprise if she didn't find a paying job soon. Pandora had no quelms with tossing the woman out on her ass, no food, no shelter. Nothing in life was free, nothing.
Her laughter died down and she sat there, grinning like a fool, and shaking her head. Finally, when she had calmed herself down, Pandora spoke, her voice filled with emotion. There wasn't a single hint of monotoned.
Her lips closed, and she placed upon her face almost a neurtal expression, just the corner's of her lips twitching to keep from grinning again.
In all honesty, she hadn't expected Symphony to do well at the smithary. The fact that Tathar had, well, it was just amusing as hell to her. She shifted, so that her chin rested in one palm, instead of both, and she straightened her free arm so it lie across the table infront of her, fingertips drumming on the surface of the solid oak table.
Oh, that laugh sent it over the top to be sure, his heart skipping a beat or two as the sound filled his ears. Why did she not do that before now...? Was she still ill? Surely she was weakened, still...But he sincerely hoped that this was of her own volition, and not the effects of her weakened state...As she apologized he held up a hand at the statement. She had no need to do so...She had not offended him in the least with her laughter. In a sense, it was "music to his ears", even though the subject was the error filled work of the construct. As for expecting her to do well....he had actually planned on her following directions, but it seemed that his confidence in her was misplaced to say the least. As she bade him sit he did so, moving around and taking a seat within his chair off to the side of her, leaning into the back of it to make himself comfortable.
The smile of her's weavered and for the briefest of moments her face went expressionless. Before one had time to blink, she was smiling again, and mimicing him by leaning back in her own chair, a single knee drawing up against her chest.
Her slippered foot would have easily slipped from the wood of the chair, and thus to keep her leg where she positioned it, Pandora wrapped both gloved hands around her knee, hugging it to her chest. The helm of her skirt rested at midthigh, above the knee, but was bodied enough not to worry about it showing anything but her leg.
In truth, she was honestly curious if not a little worried. The High Priestess was supposed to be neurtal. She would have had no quelms answering every single one of Tathar's questions that Pandora herself had avoided. That was an awful lot of information Pandora didn't care for Tathar to be made aware of.
Earnestly soft blue eye's watched him for any expressions or telltales that might prepair her for what may very well lie just below the surface.
He merely watched her...and waited patiently as she apparently made herself more comfortable, though it eluded him as to whether or not vampires actually felt comfort or discomfort....But they felt pleasure, so surely they did. He was going to just simply blurt it out to her. Brief and to the point, but her question seemed to get the jump on him...She had initiated it, and thusly had beaten him to the punch. Very well, he would not lie. He would disclose every important piece of information that the woman had given him. As for tells...well...he managed to maintain control over his facial features...but the beating of his heart changed rhythm. Something that was not easily controlled.
Her expression didn't change much at his words. Infact, her smile stretched ever so slightly. If that was all the High Priestess said to him, Pandora had to send that woman a goat or something in thanks.
She shifted in her seat, remembering that a mortal can't sit as still as an immortal, they tended to fidget. Her eye's never once left Tathar's face however, and after a moment of wiggling around, she settled still again.
It could have been much worse, but Pandora knew it would happen. There was nothing to be done about it now. And if that was all the High Priestess had said to him, that she would not likely survive the death of her Human Servant, and he had accepted it as is, then this was going to be considerably easier then she thought.
Then again, Tathar Seregon was a smart man. Too smart, some days.
Bristling once more, Pandora glanced around. Her voice remained gentle, friendly. Suggestive.
Alright...So she already knew that the Council knew that they were...together...Well, then, it was good to know that he was thought well enough of to let him know that there were others who were privy to their supposed private life...or lack thereof. But he supposed that that was to be expected, given that the Council wanted to know every move she made. Still, that did not take away from the fact that she could have told him about it, at the very least. What he did behind closed doors, so to speak of course, he liked to stay there. There were far too many things that could be used against someone when their private life was known...and his feelings on this showed, be it only just. A slight furrowing of his brow as he frowned, nothing more. Even his voice remained calm, just as it had been the entire night.
She noticed the furrow of his brow and it only caused her to toss her head back, not in laughter this time, but to allow her hair to swing carelessly around her shoulder and land somewhere naturally behind her back.
Leaning forward in her chair, Pandora propped her elbows back upon the table, her bottom actually rising from the chair. The more she leaned the closer her face came towards his. There was a playful grin upon her face that promised she was thinking something he clearly had not.
Her voice, just barely above a whisper, only because she knew he would have absolutely no difficulty hearing it as if she shouted it to him.
She reached out and trailed a single gloved finger up his chin, and along his jaw until she reached just below his ear. Her hand slipped beneath his hair and she traced a small circle around the pulse in his neck, never taking her eye's from him.
The warm flood of power rippled over her, as if summoning goosebumps. Not a power of magic, but the power of the undead. The power of the Master of the City. There are those that can sense that power, and those that cannot. Honestly, Pandora had no clue if he could, which is why she trusted the tip of her gloved finger to deliver the same results.
As hurt as he was that she had not shared information with him that effected him directly, he could not help but give her the response that she was seeking...His eyes roved where they should not in publis such as this, goosebumps raised upon his skin at the light tracing of her touch, and his muscles tensed. Was he certain...? He had been...He had been very certain just a moment ago that he was not going to push an issue that was less important than her wellbeing...But now....No, he wasn't. She was playing on his primal desires...his animalistic urges...things he very well had little control over, and she very well knew it. The power would be felt...though it was much more subtle and simple in his mind....he registered it as desire...want.
The corners of her lips twitched. No, no she most certainly had not recovered enough, but she didn't care. She knew that she had almost seen her last of him, of everything, and right now her health wasn't improving enough to garantee she was completely out of the woods.
Using the knee that had been drawn up to her chest, she levelled it onto the surface of the table, and shoved off the floor with the other, until it too rested beside the first one, giving her a position of kneeling on the table surface.
Her smile stretched into a pure playful smirk, and Pandora used her left hand to pull off the glove from her right. She then rose her wrist to her lips. Her eye's flashed from icy blue to deepest of reds, and somewhere out of sight, canines decended.
It was easy enough to break the skin on the inner side of her wrist. That wasn't the difficult part. The difficult part was, had she been in top shape, it would have immediately started healing. She was somewhat shocked to see it simply let forth a strand of blood and her skin showed no signs of clotthing to heal the wound.
She held her wounded wrist up, facing him, and clenched her fist. The blood travelled slowly down her arm and dripped off that of her bare elbow onto the table infront of her. Then, ever so slowly, she turned her arm so the wound was in plain sight of Tathar. She didn't extend her arm, however, but rather held it infront of her,fist tightened to enable a more quicker bloodflow.
Well now...She was certainly going to great lengths to try and seduce him tonight...Even though she need not try in the least...Her form on the table...her position...hell, even the fact that her fangs were showing was more than enough to set him off right now, given the amount of time since their last little rendezvous...But he knew better. Even as she bit into her wrist and forced the wound to trickle forth precious little blood, he shook his head. He was not going to indulge in such pleasures just yet...His resolve on the matter would hold firm, even under force if necessary...but he doubted that she would go so very far given both her current state as well as the fact that it was such a trivial matter. However he did stand, leaning forward slowly and he pressed a soft kiss to her brow....doing his best to ignore the haunting call of her blood.
Her expression didn't change, though the reflection in her eye's did. They remained red, but a flash of shock, hurt and then finally resolution clouded them.
To offer someone blood from your wrist is a sign that you view them as your equal. Domonate. For him to refuse, was as if saying that he didn't view the two of them as equals at all. Perhaps he was still angry with her. Either way, Pandora LeAmour wasn't accustomed to being turned down. Had she rolled him, he would have done exactly what she wanted. But she didn't want force from him. She could get that from anyone.
Raising her arm up, Pandora flicked the tip of her tongue over the wound, taking in her own blood. Then she closed her mouth upon her arm as if kissing, and slid her arm higher, trailing the path the blood had worked, leaving no trace once her lips passed over it.
She couldn't reach her own elbow with her mouth and thus when she couldn't flick her tongue over any more blood, Pandora used her free hand. She popped her finger in her mouth, getting it moist, and then traced that finger along her elbow, following the red trail, before popping it back into her mouth, the blood transfering from her elbow to her finger, and then finally between her parted lips. She sucked at her fingertip, her eye's watching him, and then allowed it to fainly echo a small pop as she withdrew her finger from between her panted lips.
Her top row of teeth raked over her lower lip, and then her tongue slipped forth to trace the pattern of them before disappearing back into her mouth. Then, and only then, did she slowly and deliberately slide from the table to stand infront of her chair.
She turned her eye's back behind her so she knew she would land on the chair rather then the floor. When she was seated once more, her gaze returned to Tathar Seregon. She said nothing.
Tathar Seregon
Location: The Tower
Time: dusk.
Two nights since Pandora had woken. Two nights since Tathar had come to see her. Did he know she was up and about again? Did he care? Not that one could actually call this being up and about. Pandora must have had half a dozen meals in two days and she still wasn't feeling back to her old self just yet. Damned this servant stuff took a long time to recover from.
There had been plenty of time for emotion over the death of Mathas. A week in bed gave her more then enough time alone with her thoughts. And thus, for the past two days Pandora had quite litterly stumbled from her quarters and into the Meeting Room. She hadn't been able to pull the length of the whole night just yet, more oftehn then not after but a couple hours, Pandora needed to rest.
So far, it had been a relatively easy evening. Two days ago she had met with Sotharin, he was now in the Holding Cells awaiting punishment. Last eve, she had met with the construct Symphony. She was now in the NightWorld Quarters for the time being. Tonight, she had not met with anyone but the meal provided for her earlier.
Quite different from most times, the Master of the City was curled in a ball in her customary chair at the head of the table. Both legs dangled over one arm of the chair, at the knee. The other, supported her neck. In her hands, in her lap, a few pages of parchments from thing's that happened while she was.. unavailable, shall we say? She'd been trying to read them since shortly after sunset, and was still only on the second page. Her mind just kept.. drifting.
He had left his shop rather late, still trying to work the oil from the top of his worktable. He'd actually managed to get somewhere with it today using a hot iron, but other than that miniscule progress it was mainly a waste of time. The smell resulting from it had not been pleasant in the least. And after hanging around a little longer to let the place air out while he did the small amount of other cleaning he left, making his way for the Tower with a steady pace. He was in no real hurry...As far as he knew, Pandora was still laid up in their chambers, and that damned Priestess could show up at any given moment. Oh how that cursed woman grated on his nerves...In a way much more than Mathas ever did. At least the man knew when he was outmatched...But did she...? No...She held herself in much higher reguard than every other occupant within the lands. Not a smart thing to do when one had no "friends". Eventually he made it to the door and rapped lightly, dead center just under the slit that William used to peer outside to visitors, keeping his face slightly downturned to help the shadows hide his face.
She got tired of even attempting to read the parchments infront of her. They settled still in her hands, but turned down over her stomache. Her feet ceased swinging, and even her eye's had closed.
The perfect image of a child sleeping. Of course, Pandora was no child, and she certainly wasn't sleeping.
Instead, she was trying to get the images of her last certain memory out of her mind. At first she had worried that the High Priestess had sent Tathar away. But the more she thought of it, the more she convinced herself that he wasn't set away, but left of his own accord. Furious with her for not telling him what to expect.
She wouldn't have changed how it happened in the least. Sure, she regretted her almost trip to a world beyond this one, but she would not have changed the punishment. She had given Tathar free reign to take Mathas' life how he saw fit. Had he known, he probably would have hesitated.
Her mind rolled back, over and over, unable to block the images from that horrid evening from playing in slow motion behind her eyelids.
As William deemed him worthy of entering, as he always did, and the man opened the door he strode in just after, offering a small nod of greeting to him before continuing on his way deeper into the sanctum that was the Tower. Odd how something that humans saw as evil...A dark spot on the area...a dungeon, of sorts, could feel so very much like home. Something he had not experienced in quite some time....For a very long time he had simply viewed the places that he stayed were just that...Places...But here...no...here was quite different...Here he felt at peace...secure...Had she told him what would have happened, then he may have decided to be a little more lenient. The rest of the mortal's life would have been spent secured inside a coffin...He would have been force fed if necessary to ensure that he lived as long as possible...But he still would have been punished. As he entered the meeting room and looked around, passing under the archway, he saw her form there....so innocently laying across her chair...An odd sight indeed...and a bit of a surprisesince she was up and about, as well.
"Good evening, Pandora."
Pandora's eye's snapped open as if something terrifying awoke her. She didn't turn her head, however, and her gaze fell upon the roof of the Meeting Room. Nothing else moved to life, nothing else even so much as twitched.
"Seregon."
She allowed a moment of silence to pass between them, nothing but the sound of his own beating heart. And then, slowly, Pandora slid her legs off the arm of the chair, and propping her elbows against the other, straightened herself so that she was once more seated in the chair properly. Her eye's landed on Tathar, and she gave a gentle smile, the painting of crimson red on her lips making the white of her teeth shine.
"You look well, m'lord."
My....As she moved and sat up, flashing that grin...the paint on her face, the red of her lips...Bertha had outdone herself. Not that she was unattractive when she was unpainted...No, not in the least. She had a certain animalistic flair about herself...Something that was strangely attractive no matter what. Was it her vampiric charms and abilities...? Was it something that she just had naturally...? It was a mystery to him, to be honest, but he liked it. On the other hand, however, when she was painted...she had an all new type of beauty, and she had it to spare...Odd creature was she....But as she addressed him as "M'lord", he did not know what to think. His stint as Master of the City was well over and done with by now...Had she forgotten? Surely she hadn't.
"M'lord...? I am your servant once again, not Master."
[/center]Pandora waved a single gloved hand, something that she had insisted on wearing ever since she had awoken two nights ago.
"I am perfectly aware of that, m'lord, however I am feeling particularly wholesome this evening. I realized you never did tell me what name you perfer to be addressed by."
Alright, a little out of character, but not utterly alarming. It was truth, afterall, just not truth that Pandora would often voice. She had called the Smithy many names before. Pup, Seregon, Tathar, wolf, Master, Lycan, Smithy. The list went on and on, but never had she asked him what it was he perfered to be addressed by.
"Please tell me you carry with you a duty."
Also quite out of character for her. Pandora didn't ever seem to relish the idea of business. Perhaps it was all that time out of business that had her simply itching to get herself neck deep in it once more. After all, she hadn't had a really hard earned day's work in over a week!
He laughed slightly, then....He really did not know what he would prefer her to address him by. He...well...Even the pet names that she had called him just to annoy him did not bother him anymore....So he really supposed it did not matter...But she likely would not settle for that...And as for arriving with a duty....work...well, he had nothing that he could think of. Nothing at the least.
"Oh, well....Tathar will suffice, I suppose. And I apologise for being the bearer of bad news, but I arrive with only myself. No business matters need attending to that I know of."
The laugh that escaped him elected another, wider grin from Pandora, one that seemed to reach her eyes. She had almost missed his perfered title to be addressed by, simply overlaying from the fact that he didn't, infact, have any work for her. 'Only myself' wasn't all that bad, though, from the angle she was looking at.
"Ah, well. I suppose that only you will have to do, do you not agree?"
She winked, and settled into what appeared to be a more comfortable position at the table. She was determined to learn how to act like a mortal now more then before the Mathas Incident. Being cooped up in the Tower wasn't good for her, or anyone else for that matter, and the sooner she learnt how to appear mortal, the sooner she could venture forth from it.
Because of this, she didn't elect to sit, spine straight, hands folded in her lap. Instead, she broke all the rules, and leaned her elbows on the surface of the table, palms turned upward. Her creamy white chin rested in them levelly. Soft blue eye's watched him, nay studied him. Her gaze swept from toe to head, lingering over area's that would have made any mortal woman blush.
"I trust business is going well?"
She didn't really want to talk business, but Pandora had no idea WHAT to say.
He raised a single brow to her actions...her posture...her words...So very...unlike her, in their fullest. In a way it was unnerving, but at the very same time he liked it. It was different...It was new. It broke the humdrum normality that everything had seemed to become lately, and therefore it was quite welcome in his eyes.
"Aye, I suppose so. Terribly sorry to inconvenience you with such trivial entertainment."
He grinned yet again, eyes roving over her own form as she did the very same to him, and her gaze's regions did not go unnoticed at all, and his mind began to entertain thoughts of a much more fun evening...But no...Right now she needed rest far too much to partake of pleasures of the flesh...He was patient, after all. And then she put a slight dent in the mood....but only slightly...He had dealt with business all day long, and surely she had done so as well since she had risen from her bed, but if she wanted to talk shop, then by all means who was he to deny it of her?
"It is. I will never allow Symphony to set foot within to work for me, though. She very well ruined the place, and my favorite pair of gloves is missing. And how has your night gone thus far?"
It seemed so natural, so easy for Pandora to toss her head back and laugh. Really laugh. If the smile and the mortal attempt at comfortable positions seemed out of place, the laugh was just the icing on the cake.
So Symphony hadn't made well with her time in the shop. No wonder she had come seeking shelter here in the Tower just the eve' before. Of course, the construct was in for quite a surprise if she didn't find a paying job soon. Pandora had no quelms with tossing the woman out on her ass, no food, no shelter. Nothing in life was free, nothing.
Her laughter died down and she sat there, grinning like a fool, and shaking her head. Finally, when she had calmed herself down, Pandora spoke, her voice filled with emotion. There wasn't a single hint of monotoned.
"I am sorry. I laugh not at your misfortune. I simply... No no. Do forget it. I apologize."
Her lips closed, and she placed upon her face almost a neurtal expression, just the corner's of her lips twitching to keep from grinning again.
In all honesty, she hadn't expected Symphony to do well at the smithary. The fact that Tathar had, well, it was just amusing as hell to her. She shifted, so that her chin rested in one palm, instead of both, and she straightened her free arm so it lie across the table infront of her, fingertips drumming on the surface of the solid oak table.
"And everything else, dear Tathar? Sit sit, please. Tell me how you have been, dear boy."
Oh, that laugh sent it over the top to be sure, his heart skipping a beat or two as the sound filled his ears. Why did she not do that before now...? Was she still ill? Surely she was weakened, still...But he sincerely hoped that this was of her own volition, and not the effects of her weakened state...As she apologized he held up a hand at the statement. She had no need to do so...She had not offended him in the least with her laughter. In a sense, it was "music to his ears", even though the subject was the error filled work of the construct. As for expecting her to do well....he had actually planned on her following directions, but it seemed that his confidence in her was misplaced to say the least. As she bade him sit he did so, moving around and taking a seat within his chair off to the side of her, leaning into the back of it to make himself comfortable.
"Everything else is...fine, and the same goes for myself. Though, I must say that I was worried that you would not make it, what with the way the blasted Priestess spoke."
The smile of her's weavered and for the briefest of moments her face went expressionless. Before one had time to blink, she was smiling again, and mimicing him by leaning back in her own chair, a single knee drawing up against her chest.
Her slippered foot would have easily slipped from the wood of the chair, and thus to keep her leg where she positioned it, Pandora wrapped both gloved hands around her knee, hugging it to her chest. The helm of her skirt rested at midthigh, above the knee, but was bodied enough not to worry about it showing anything but her leg.
"Of this, I have no doubt. What all did the High Priestess say to you, Tathar?"
In truth, she was honestly curious if not a little worried. The High Priestess was supposed to be neurtal. She would have had no quelms answering every single one of Tathar's questions that Pandora herself had avoided. That was an awful lot of information Pandora didn't care for Tathar to be made aware of.
Earnestly soft blue eye's watched him for any expressions or telltales that might prepair her for what may very well lie just below the surface.
He merely watched her...and waited patiently as she apparently made herself more comfortable, though it eluded him as to whether or not vampires actually felt comfort or discomfort....But they felt pleasure, so surely they did. He was going to just simply blurt it out to her. Brief and to the point, but her question seemed to get the jump on him...She had initiated it, and thusly had beaten him to the punch. Very well, he would not lie. He would disclose every important piece of information that the woman had given him. As for tells...well...he managed to maintain control over his facial features...but the beating of his heart changed rhythm. Something that was not easily controlled.
"That you would likely not survive the seperation of your servant's ties with yourself. That you were to die, and by myne own hands...Your "lover's" hands. I do believe that they know what you and I have been up to."
Her expression didn't change much at his words. Infact, her smile stretched ever so slightly. If that was all the High Priestess said to him, Pandora had to send that woman a goat or something in thanks.
"But of course they do, Tathar darlin. They are the Council. Think of them as the walls. Eyes and ears everywhere."
She shifted in her seat, remembering that a mortal can't sit as still as an immortal, they tended to fidget. Her eye's never once left Tathar's face however, and after a moment of wiggling around, she settled still again.
"I am sorry that she frightened you so."
It could have been much worse, but Pandora knew it would happen. There was nothing to be done about it now. And if that was all the High Priestess had said to him, that she would not likely survive the death of her Human Servant, and he had accepted it as is, then this was going to be considerably easier then she thought.
Then again, Tathar Seregon was a smart man. Too smart, some days.
Bristling once more, Pandora glanced around. Her voice remained gentle, friendly. Suggestive.
"Can I get you something? A drink, perhaps?"
Alright...So she already knew that the Council knew that they were...together...Well, then, it was good to know that he was thought well enough of to let him know that there were others who were privy to their supposed private life...or lack thereof. But he supposed that that was to be expected, given that the Council wanted to know every move she made. Still, that did not take away from the fact that she could have told him about it, at the very least. What he did behind closed doors, so to speak of course, he liked to stay there. There were far too many things that could be used against someone when their private life was known...and his feelings on this showed, be it only just. A slight furrowing of his brow as he frowned, nothing more. Even his voice remained calm, just as it had been the entire night.
"No need to apologize. And no, thank you. I am fine."
[/center]She noticed the furrow of his brow and it only caused her to toss her head back, not in laughter this time, but to allow her hair to swing carelessly around her shoulder and land somewhere naturally behind her back.
Leaning forward in her chair, Pandora propped her elbows back upon the table, her bottom actually rising from the chair. The more she leaned the closer her face came towards his. There was a playful grin upon her face that promised she was thinking something he clearly had not.
Her voice, just barely above a whisper, only because she knew he would have absolutely no difficulty hearing it as if she shouted it to him.
"Are you certain?"
She reached out and trailed a single gloved finger up his chin, and along his jaw until she reached just below his ear. Her hand slipped beneath his hair and she traced a small circle around the pulse in his neck, never taking her eye's from him.
The warm flood of power rippled over her, as if summoning goosebumps. Not a power of magic, but the power of the undead. The power of the Master of the City. There are those that can sense that power, and those that cannot. Honestly, Pandora had no clue if he could, which is why she trusted the tip of her gloved finger to deliver the same results.
As hurt as he was that she had not shared information with him that effected him directly, he could not help but give her the response that she was seeking...His eyes roved where they should not in publis such as this, goosebumps raised upon his skin at the light tracing of her touch, and his muscles tensed. Was he certain...? He had been...He had been very certain just a moment ago that he was not going to push an issue that was less important than her wellbeing...But now....No, he wasn't. She was playing on his primal desires...his animalistic urges...things he very well had little control over, and she very well knew it. The power would be felt...though it was much more subtle and simple in his mind....he registered it as desire...want.
"Are you so sure that you are recovered enough?"
The corners of her lips twitched. No, no she most certainly had not recovered enough, but she didn't care. She knew that she had almost seen her last of him, of everything, and right now her health wasn't improving enough to garantee she was completely out of the woods.
Using the knee that had been drawn up to her chest, she levelled it onto the surface of the table, and shoved off the floor with the other, until it too rested beside the first one, giving her a position of kneeling on the table surface.
Her smile stretched into a pure playful smirk, and Pandora used her left hand to pull off the glove from her right. She then rose her wrist to her lips. Her eye's flashed from icy blue to deepest of reds, and somewhere out of sight, canines decended.
It was easy enough to break the skin on the inner side of her wrist. That wasn't the difficult part. The difficult part was, had she been in top shape, it would have immediately started healing. She was somewhat shocked to see it simply let forth a strand of blood and her skin showed no signs of clotthing to heal the wound.
She held her wounded wrist up, facing him, and clenched her fist. The blood travelled slowly down her arm and dripped off that of her bare elbow onto the table infront of her. Then, ever so slowly, she turned her arm so the wound was in plain sight of Tathar. She didn't extend her arm, however, but rather held it infront of her,fist tightened to enable a more quicker bloodflow.
Well now...She was certainly going to great lengths to try and seduce him tonight...Even though she need not try in the least...Her form on the table...her position...hell, even the fact that her fangs were showing was more than enough to set him off right now, given the amount of time since their last little rendezvous...But he knew better. Even as she bit into her wrist and forced the wound to trickle forth precious little blood, he shook his head. He was not going to indulge in such pleasures just yet...His resolve on the matter would hold firm, even under force if necessary...but he doubted that she would go so very far given both her current state as well as the fact that it was such a trivial matter. However he did stand, leaning forward slowly and he pressed a soft kiss to her brow....doing his best to ignore the haunting call of her blood.
"No. Perhaps when you have healed."
Her expression didn't change, though the reflection in her eye's did. They remained red, but a flash of shock, hurt and then finally resolution clouded them.
To offer someone blood from your wrist is a sign that you view them as your equal. Domonate. For him to refuse, was as if saying that he didn't view the two of them as equals at all. Perhaps he was still angry with her. Either way, Pandora LeAmour wasn't accustomed to being turned down. Had she rolled him, he would have done exactly what she wanted. But she didn't want force from him. She could get that from anyone.
Raising her arm up, Pandora flicked the tip of her tongue over the wound, taking in her own blood. Then she closed her mouth upon her arm as if kissing, and slid her arm higher, trailing the path the blood had worked, leaving no trace once her lips passed over it.
She couldn't reach her own elbow with her mouth and thus when she couldn't flick her tongue over any more blood, Pandora used her free hand. She popped her finger in her mouth, getting it moist, and then traced that finger along her elbow, following the red trail, before popping it back into her mouth, the blood transfering from her elbow to her finger, and then finally between her parted lips. She sucked at her fingertip, her eye's watching him, and then allowed it to fainly echo a small pop as she withdrew her finger from between her panted lips.
Her top row of teeth raked over her lower lip, and then her tongue slipped forth to trace the pattern of them before disappearing back into her mouth. Then, and only then, did she slowly and deliberately slide from the table to stand infront of her chair.
"Very well. As you wish, Tathar."
She turned her eye's back behind her so she knew she would land on the chair rather then the floor. When she was seated once more, her gaze returned to Tathar Seregon. She said nothing.
(rp paused due to the weather conditions. Will continue)
