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poly_chromatic2012-03-18 12:10 am
liveontoday) wrote in poly_chromatic2012-03-18 12:10 am
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013 :: Video/Action
[She's tried private messaging him. She's tried simply waiting around for him. Now Saya is trying the network as a last resort.]
Solomon? We've kept missing each other these last few days, I think. I wanted to ask you something. It's not really horribly important but I--
[And there the woman is cut off by a sound in the background. It's muted, as if it were coming from some distance away.
Saya casts a glance over her shoulder, then she looks back to her device with a faint smile.]
Hold on, there's someone at the front door.
[With that, the device is laid down and ends up looking at a perfectly ordinary ceiling of off-white. The retreating noise of footsteps is followed by the click of a shutting door. The noises are even more muffled afterwards - evidently Saya believes in closing doors behind her when she leaves a room.]
Solomon? We've kept missing each other these last few days, I think. I wanted to ask you something. It's not really horribly important but I--
[And there the woman is cut off by a sound in the background. It's muted, as if it were coming from some distance away.
Saya casts a glance over her shoulder, then she looks back to her device with a faint smile.]
Hold on, there's someone at the front door.
[With that, the device is laid down and ends up looking at a perfectly ordinary ceiling of off-white. The retreating noise of footsteps is followed by the click of a shutting door. The noises are even more muffled afterwards - evidently Saya believes in closing doors behind her when she leaves a room.]
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A child stealing a valuable doll. Or...no. A heretic snatching a sacred chalice from a cathedral. His heart pounds. Fear, desire, impatience. His thoughts are a wild flapping, like bats whirling in their cote. He's so close. He can sense her. His Saya. He can hear the sweet pitch of her voice. The patter of her little feet. His throat is dry; his eyes glow red as his true nature emerges.
This is what she does to him. Tormenting. Stirring. Intensifying. He wants to break down her door. Feast his eyes on her in the flesh.
He's waited so long. They both have.
Not yet.
He must wait. One misstep could foil the scheme. Instead, Karl skulks in the shadowy corner of the corridor. Watches, from the corner of his eye, as Rido-Sama executes the first step.]
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He has no expectations really, only a mild curiosity to see if she's quite all that Karl's made her out to be. It seems unlikely given that the man lurking in the background seems a very impatient and excitable type.
Karl didn't know what true excitement was...]
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Aside from seeing him on the network a time or two, she can't say she knows much. Aside from him being a rather... unsavory character, so to speak. That and any vampiric qualities he likes to boast. She doesn't need the network to pick that out though, she can almost feel it the same way she could feel it off of Marishka.
Brows raise and confusion filters over her face. Somewhere not far off, she can even feel something familiar...]
Can I help you?
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Against his will, he slinks closer. Hoping for a coveted glimpse of his bride.
Ah.
There she is, with her little fingers resting on the doorknob. So deceptively girlish. So human. Summery frock. Pink nail polish. She smells like coffee and pastries and...faintly, unmistakably...of Solomon.
What?
Karl's eyebrow twitches. Rage and resentment sizzles through him. Unacceptable! Wasn't it enough the Solomon had been Diva's favorite? How dare he taint his Saya too? She was Karl's. His alone.
Yet, another glimpse of Saya, and his rage is subsumed by longing. God, she makes his head spin. He wants to touch those fingers. Wants to watch them wrapped around the hilt of her sword. His own bloodthirsty Valkyrie. What he wouldn't give to have a speck of her attention, to be loved or hated by her. Crushed beneath her little feet....]
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The Pureblood graces her with a small smile, his eyes looking back into hers for confirmation.]
You're Saya?
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She catches his gaze though and stiffens just a little. Something is tapping against her senses, making her instinctively react. Is it the man before her? Or is it this other presence? She almost drops her gaze off to the side to see if she can't see who it is beyond the man in the doorway but it seems more imperative to keep this one's gaze.]
... Yes?
[A beat.]
Why do you ask.
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[When Saya half-casts a glance in his direction, Karl jerks back.
Damn.
Rashly, he hasn't considered that Saya might sense his presence. But then, he's sure the whole building hears his heart pounding; feels his excitement rippling in heavy waves through the air. When she asks Rido-sama, Why do you ask?, he stifles a mad high-pitched chuckle.
Because of unfinished business, my beloved Saya.
A sadistic smile crosses his face. How different, how subtle, compared to the chaos within him. If Saya knew how he experienced her—the intensity, the worship and violence—would she return his love? Or was it those very emotions, superlative, wild, that drew them together?
I can't wait any longer.
Rido-sama must carry out the final step. Take her. Now.]
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Rido expression shifts to one of restrained delight. It's almost as good as when he went to collect his niece Yuuki. Almost. But at least the excitement is there...
Taking a step towards her, his voice rolled off his lips, traced with the power at his command.]
My name is Rido Kuran~...
[Thousands of years of life and strength light up his eyes in a glow of red and blue, and he wills her to obey.]
... and you need to sleep now.
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There's something to his voice... usually this was Diva's role, the siren lulling the Chiropteran. This man though... she can't figure out what it is about his voice but she can almost feel the lethargy stealing through her limbs.
She tries to break the contact at first. His eyes glow and so do hers, something of an annoyed growl in the back of her throat.]
I've had enough of sleeping.
[The protest is too little too late, of course. In the next moment, the feeling of numbness shoots across her like a slow burning wave. She stumbles, losing her grip on the doorknob as her head droops downward. A reach for the doorframe yields nothing and instead the Queen ends up dropping to her knees.]
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You need to sleep now.
The words are like a somnolent drug spreading through the air. Saya seems to resist, but too late. Her eyes glow red--and oh! what a maddeningly beautiful sight!--before she captulates. Smiling, Karl watches her slump to her knees. The Pureblood has a seeming gift only Chiropteran Queens posess. A talent to lure, to mesmerize and subdue, as Diva did with her prey. He's almost curious as to what world Rido-sama is from (similar, perhaps, to Karl's own?).
But no. He doesn't care right now. He just wants his Saya.
Soundlessly, Karl melts out of the shadows. Five fluid steps, and he's in her line of sight. He can see the blood-red facets in her drowsy eyes. See the overhead light reflected off of their clear whites. So beautiful.
All mine.
Grinning, he reaches out. A man embracing a lover after a perilous journey.]
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She'd actually managed to resist. Something that filled him with excitement. Even now, he kept his influence rolling over her limp form... A normal human wouldn't need any further attention, but this one... this one...
The Pureblood smiled. This was going to be fun.]
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I'll hold her. You needn't trouble yourself!
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Karl...?
[And in the next moment, she's drapes over Rido's shoulder with little effort. She shakes her head quickly, trying to slough off this feeling. This reminds her of the days before she arrived, vainly fighting against the oncoming claim of her thirty-year sleep. It's the same lethargic feeling and Saya is fighting it the same way she fought that biological imperative of hers.
Saya reaches, trying to find purchase against Rido's back to straighten herself up. Her voice is still a confused murmur, a slurring of words.]
What... did you do?
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Don't be stupid... or do you want her to wake up so soon after we got her?
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A bicycling tour of North Cornwall.IDK, getting kidnapped. BBL.]
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How long will her stupor last? I want her awake for what's to come.
[Awake, and fighting. Just like for their glorious duel in Vietnam. The memory thrills him with agonized anticipation. His eyes slip past Rido, to Saya. Drinking in her palely uncertain face, her slurred words. Watching as she finally slips to sleep, her expression innocent yet tantalizingly anguished.]
[A smirk crosses his lips. He'll see that lovely face more anguished yet. Their celebratory reunion has just begun.]
[Eyes fixed on Saya, he addresses Rido.]
Perhaps we should leave. Before my bride's lapdogs intrude.
[Where Saya is, Hagi cannot be far. Or Solomon.]