Post by Ninette De La Magnifique on Nov 14, 2006 16:22:45 GMT 8
[Written with blood_doll_rising. Edited by Ninette]
It was the dawn of a new day, Ninette shifted languidly upon a parapet of the forsaken ruins of the once glorious church. Eyelids halfway closed, her digits drum silently upon ample chest; caressing the hidden shard. She issues a long sigh, feeling the lethargy seeping deeper into her vessel, sinking into her essence; a reminder of the diminishing power of the Tainted Ruby upon her person. It has been a month since she last tasted the powerful elixir; the soul of a mortal. She will have to feed the sentient shard and soon, or she will have to return to the Abysmal plane to replenish her essence. Another sigh escapes from brightly painted lips to mingle with the descending dew as eyelids fluttered shut; the Jesterette begins to slip into a dormant state.
And she would have succeeded too if not for the sudden shifting of the air surrounding her petite form, reclined against a mutilated gargoyle of an angel; her petite form wrapped in a rich, black velvety cloak. The voice came as a soft tune, a sing song tune; in short, a voice of an angel. “So you hunt in the blackness?” It said. A smile begins to tug at the corners of her lips as she stirs. “Not sure what you meant by hunting in Blackness, dearling. But we guess you can say that we hunt in the Darkness.” A soft chuckle would emanate as she allows for an eye to peer into the silhouette of a nearby gargoyle where the voice seems to float from its broken figure. “Are you an Angel?” She would whisper softly, feigning of innocence.
“Yes, yes of sorts. An angel, one so pure it burns. Perhaps....” Came the answer, orbs of truest blue was by then captured by those of violet hue. “And you, you are a harlequin, are you not? Jesters, teasers of the crowd?” He continued to enquire in the melodious tune, indigenous to all celestial beings. “Yes, yes. That is what we are purported to be.. but we are not your typical jester, we must say..” She answered with a soft chuckle.
“Performers with a darker art well hidden?” Came his voice again, laden with curiosity; caressing her ears. “Perhaps.. perhaps..” Was her reply as she shifted slowly on the narrow ridge, bringing her petite form to a seated position. “Art, or occupation? ...or perhaps perversion.” He would dare to add; his pure, colorful auras blistering her senses; awakening her fully. And his words brought a chuckle to the painted lips of the magnificent Jesterette. “Perhaps.. All of the above?” She would answer quietly as she brought her knees to her chin; eyes penetrated into the shadows; shifting shamelessly from his visage to his naked torso. The angel’s perfectly formed nostrils twitch before managing a smile. "Yes of course. Your calling and devotion. Dangerous one…”
And then a laughter so sweet would permeate the air; masking the evil and malice underneath the flawless make of a beautiful existence. “So tell us, Angelic creature, why the curiosity? You are a being of pureness and that naturally, promises goodness of the Light. But then again, Evil and Darkness are always intriguing to the innocents, we guess. So are you interested to join the Dark, dearling?” Her chin would return to her knees; digits circling, caressing absently at a pale ankle. The angel’s eyes remain fixed on her visage; watching her carefully from his shadowed place, and he sways gently upon his feet, his weight moving from one to other as though deep in thought. "Which place would that be?
It was the dawn of a new day, Ninette shifted languidly upon a parapet of the forsaken ruins of the once glorious church. Eyelids halfway closed, her digits drum silently upon ample chest; caressing the hidden shard. She issues a long sigh, feeling the lethargy seeping deeper into her vessel, sinking into her essence; a reminder of the diminishing power of the Tainted Ruby upon her person. It has been a month since she last tasted the powerful elixir; the soul of a mortal. She will have to feed the sentient shard and soon, or she will have to return to the Abysmal plane to replenish her essence. Another sigh escapes from brightly painted lips to mingle with the descending dew as eyelids fluttered shut; the Jesterette begins to slip into a dormant state.
And she would have succeeded too if not for the sudden shifting of the air surrounding her petite form, reclined against a mutilated gargoyle of an angel; her petite form wrapped in a rich, black velvety cloak. The voice came as a soft tune, a sing song tune; in short, a voice of an angel. “So you hunt in the blackness?” It said. A smile begins to tug at the corners of her lips as she stirs. “Not sure what you meant by hunting in Blackness, dearling. But we guess you can say that we hunt in the Darkness.” A soft chuckle would emanate as she allows for an eye to peer into the silhouette of a nearby gargoyle where the voice seems to float from its broken figure. “Are you an Angel?” She would whisper softly, feigning of innocence.
“Yes, yes of sorts. An angel, one so pure it burns. Perhaps....” Came the answer, orbs of truest blue was by then captured by those of violet hue. “And you, you are a harlequin, are you not? Jesters, teasers of the crowd?” He continued to enquire in the melodious tune, indigenous to all celestial beings. “Yes, yes. That is what we are purported to be.. but we are not your typical jester, we must say..” She answered with a soft chuckle.
“Performers with a darker art well hidden?” Came his voice again, laden with curiosity; caressing her ears. “Perhaps.. perhaps..” Was her reply as she shifted slowly on the narrow ridge, bringing her petite form to a seated position. “Art, or occupation? ...or perhaps perversion.” He would dare to add; his pure, colorful auras blistering her senses; awakening her fully. And his words brought a chuckle to the painted lips of the magnificent Jesterette. “Perhaps.. All of the above?” She would answer quietly as she brought her knees to her chin; eyes penetrated into the shadows; shifting shamelessly from his visage to his naked torso. The angel’s perfectly formed nostrils twitch before managing a smile. "Yes of course. Your calling and devotion. Dangerous one…”
And then a laughter so sweet would permeate the air; masking the evil and malice underneath the flawless make of a beautiful existence. “So tell us, Angelic creature, why the curiosity? You are a being of pureness and that naturally, promises goodness of the Light. But then again, Evil and Darkness are always intriguing to the innocents, we guess. So are you interested to join the Dark, dearling?” Her chin would return to her knees; digits circling, caressing absently at a pale ankle. The angel’s eyes remain fixed on her visage; watching her carefully from his shadowed place, and he sways gently upon his feet, his weight moving from one to other as though deep in thought. "Which place would that be?