|
Post by Ninette De La Magnifique on Aug 20, 2007 15:47:27 GMT 8
The shadows surrounding petite form begins to part as she nears the Deli tent. Myriads of sounds and smell permeated the air, greeting her silent arrival. Silver and crimson hue clad form becoming apparent as the darkness slinked back, away from the colorful lights, leaving a female Jester, seemingly harmless to onlookers except for those who possess the knowledge and ability to detect such deception.
Her attire was a body fitting make, much like the ones don by showgirls at the turn of the last century. Footfalls ceased as she reached the opening of the smaller tent, peering inside, holding her stance for a few minutes more, as obsidian gaze sweep the interior from her secluded corner. A quiet snarl tugs at her painted lips, her eyes settling upon a lone figure, seated upon a stool on a small table, nearest to the entrance. A gasp ensued as her body fell back a step. A slender brow arches as pink tongue slithered around parched tiers. She felt a brief touch of dark aura coming from him. Distinct and dark. A soft chuckle leaped to her now moistened tiers as she moved forth into the bright light. Cerulean orbs blinking for a few moments; adjusting to the slight sting before widening like the eyes of a curious child. “Good eve” Came a soft greeting as she glided to halt beside him.
|
|
|
Post by chaotique on Aug 20, 2007 16:06:31 GMT 8
His figure would be there with in the smaller tent, his body was turned slightly toward the table so that a good portion of his back was to the opening of the tent. Leaning forward idly upon his left elbow, almost in boredom. A lengthy sigh would slip from his slender lips as he pushed his dark locks back out of his face, his right hand then fell slowly and he he would pick at the food that wa slaid out upon the table. He would grab a few things, some meat, some fruit. Placing them upon his plate that he had infrotn of him, he would then bring one of those pieces to his lips and he would taste them.
Offering a slight smirk at the taste, he would find that they were actualy quite good. Infact he was so distracted with the spread that he did not even notice the presence of another just a few feet behind him, it was only when she had spoke out did he turn his head to look through a slight curtain of raven tresses to see her form pokeing with in the slit of the tents enterence. " Good eve indeed.. " He would gradualy turn more of his form and then motion out with his hand to welcome her form to take a seat at the table with him" Care to join me? This is suprizingly good..".
A slight smile would remain upon his as he would look her direction, he took notice of her attire and all in all her entire appearence. One could say he was even ina trance as he watched her beautiful form stand there at the opening of the tent.
|
|
|
Post by Ninette De La Magnifique on Aug 20, 2007 16:33:46 GMT 8
She noticed his hesitant, though it was only momentary. It was as if Time had stood by, waiting for him to make up his mind. The other entities, the mass of flesh and bones that made up the crowd, had somehow faded into the grey background. She felt his heartbeat, the steady pit patter of the blood pumping organ against his well toned chest.
And she felt the fleeting irritation caused by her sudden intrusion into his personal space; an area that measured barely a foot from his warm skin, surrounding him in an invisible cocoon. A place of tranquility and sacredness though most definitely a lonely place to be.
Eyes roamed his sculptured form; from the dark locks of unruly strands on his head to the tip of strong chin.She proceeded to move, sliding to stand before him, keeping her eyes on him as body lower to slip onto a waiting stool. The smile continues to radiate upon her lips. "Enjoying the Carnivale?" She would ask.
|
|
|
Post by chaotique on Aug 20, 2007 16:39:43 GMT 8
Christian sat there upon his stool and he smiled to the female as she would move with in the tent further, he gave her a quick and welcoming nod as the awkwardness was soon pushed past. He watched her slender petite form take her seat on the stool that he had invited her too and he rose from his stool, turning on his heel he moved toward the opening of the tent and he pulled the fabric closed. His gaze drifting from side to side taking in all that was going on out front of the tent, the place was crouded and noisy and this little tent was his escape.
Once it was closed he turned and looked back to her offering the woman a kind smile" It is lovely, though crowds were never something I enjoyed. I like my space and the quiet from time to time, but you are welcome to stay. I do not mind some company, just not being shoulder to shoulder with in a crowd. " his voice was soft deep, it even held a hint that he was attracted to her and it was probly why he had welcomed her as quickly as he had. A thought hit him and he quickly moved over toward the table and he wuld take a plate into his hand amost in a hurried fashion" Pardon my being rude, would you care for a bite to eat?"
He would extend his hand that held the plate toward her as the other motioned toward the spread upon the table" Or possibly a drink?" He the n moved to take a bottle of wine into his free hand.
|
|
|
Post by Ninette De La Magnifique on Aug 20, 2007 17:02:01 GMT 8
Cerulean orbs moved in their sockets, dark mind registering every hesitation, every hurried movement of sinew on his lean form. Lips continued to curl in a radiant smile, though none of the glitter would reach into obsidian depths. “Thank you, but I am not hungry. But a drink is most welcomed.” Soft syllables flowed from betwixt painted tiers. A hand rose silently, digits then press between twin globes; full mounds peeking from the low cut chemise, caressing absently the Ruby shard. The tear shape red stone glistened, capturing what minimal light the hanging lantern was offering.
“Not much for crowd, you say? Yet here you are in the Carnivale. Fascinating. I wonder what brought you here in the first place.” She offers a soft chuckle, eyes glancing around the modest tent. “And staying the night too? Are you a traveler?” Eyes swiftly return to capture his mesmerized gaze. There was something in the depth of his dark eyes. Could it be wonder? Mayhap glee? Or Lust?
|
|
|
Post by chaotique on Aug 20, 2007 17:40:41 GMT 8
Christian allowed his gaze to travel up and down and left to right, it was as if he was scanning her face to take a mental picture of her face. His eye seeiming to freeze on those lips of hers, something inside of him urged him and pleaded with him to taste them. But she was a stranger to him, he could not just press his lips to her own. he would try and push the thought, the urge from his mind.She made it so hard for him, her hands pressing to her flesh and move toward the ruby. His eyes would fall to the gestures of her hand and the shine of the ruby between those mounds of hers, he nodded his head slowly and then turned away quickly to gather himself.
He sets the plate back where he had gotten it and take a cup into his now free hand, he filled the cup and then set it before her offering her a nod. " Here you are.. Lovely Gem you have there." his words brief and soft as he returned the bottle to its place, tilting his head he glanced to her as she spoke of why he would be at the Carnivale " Well you see.. Yes I am a traveler and it was getting rather late, never been to a carnivale before and I was curious. I didn't expect such a huge crowd." He nodded his head to her as he moved to his own seat once more, he then took up a piece of melon into his fingers and eat it.
" It was fairly quiet when I was setting up.. But then all these people seemed to come from no where." He offered a slight smile as he moved his hand to his own glass, he brought it slowly to his lips and he took a slow sip before setting it down" Yes I will be here for the night, his hand motioned toward a makeshift bed of pillows and fabrics layed out in the corner of the tent.
|
|
|
Post by Ninette De La Magnifique on Aug 20, 2007 17:53:03 GMT 8
She nodded slowly, pale fingers clasping around the metal cup, rising purposefully towards her lips as eyes continued to watch his every movement. “Thank you, kindly. Tis such a cold night”. The smile would return just as the rim touches her lips. “A rare gem it is. A gift from the Mistress of the Carnivale. Pretty, isn’t it?” He would make an excellent puppet, her mind would muse, lips parting to accept the cold rim, tongue falling back to grant a sip.
“Fascinating. Never been to a carnivale? How sad.” Came her answer, before the cup was once again placed on its perch on the narrow makeshift table made of discarded box. “Have you been traveling for a long time? Have you traveled far? What of your origin?” The soft tune of her voice reeked of wonders to behold; the smile spreading wider upon crimson lips. She shifted on the stool, a slender hand rising to push back thick locks from her flawless shoulder. “
|
|
|
Post by chaotique on Aug 20, 2007 18:09:57 GMT 8
Christian once again settled upon his stool, his bod ywould sit up straight and he woudl be turned to face his guest. He nogged his head to her and then whispered out as she thanked him" Welcome.. Sorry I do not have a fire, but as long as the tent stays closed up it will keep the heat with in it fairly well" He noticed those lips of her curl upard once again and then he heard her say it was a gift, he nodde dhis head and then brought his hand up to push his dark locks back out of his face" Lovely gift indeed.. " he responded and he turned his attention back to his plate that was before him.
He finished off the few pieces that were left upon it and he would move his plate out from infront of him, he offered her a smile in return as he started to pack up the food feeling a bit odd for eatting it infront of her when she would have none. With in moments the table was cleared off, all but a few plates and their drinks and the bottle of wine remained upon its surface . He looked to her as she would ask him about his travels and he, leaned back a bit almost as if he had to think about it for a moment" Been so long.. I have been traveling since I was small, always on my own.. Got used to it.."
He noddes his head a bit and then he tilted his head to the side as he seemed to just stare and watch her in awe, her beauty and charms spun their web and he was securly trapped with in it. Though that was to be expected, what mortal being could denie the goddess that sat before him, he was but puddy in her hand. His spirit was already that of a dark tortured existance, he was wounded and she was there at the perfect time to pick up those pieces and mold them in her image.
|
|
|
Post by Ninette De La Magnifique on Aug 20, 2007 18:14:03 GMT 8
The jesterette waited for the opportune moment to strike, watching closely as his fingers moved deftly from plate to lips, feeding his hunger with the worldly food. Soft inhalation ensued, followed by wisp of icy breath exiting dainty nostrils. “Interesting. A man of many experiences, I would suspect? And many memories. Some pleasant and otherwise”. Came her next reply; fingers continued to caress the tear shaped pendant lying comfortably in her ample cleavage.
There was something about him, behind those innocent appearance, under those clam exterior lies a dormant evil that is waiting to be unleashed upon the world. A snicker bubbled on her lips but then he moved away, seemingly at ease, though she knew better. From the practiced movement of an artist of some discipline, he moved from the table to a worn trunk, depositing his simple supply into it.
Alas for the poor unsuspecting, his drink was left for her tampering! A smirk tugs at the corner of painted lips as her free hand moved to hover above the cup. “So bad.. so sad” Came a disembodied whisper, the middle finger moved to tap the rim; a powdery cloud cascading from talon like nail. “Well, I hope you will find some sort of entertainment here. Enough to wash away the pains of traveling. And mayhap to quench a thirst long denied?” A whisper ends the sentence, eyes glinting with mischief as once again the cup rose to perfect lips.
|
|
|
Post by chaotique on Aug 20, 2007 18:33:41 GMT 8
As Christian picked up and put away the food that he had spread out on the table just a moment ago, his back was turned to the gorgeous guest. He had no reason to suspect that she would do anything, he let her beauty trick his mind into lowering his guard. He was totaly unaware of the powder that she had slipt into his drink, when he had returned to the table he was none the wiser. He simply smiled back to her as she spoke out and he nodded his head before responding in that same soft deep tone" You can say that, but you doesn't recive some good and some... Bad expirences upon any journy?"
His tone got quieter as if he was remembering some of his own bad expeirences, the pain all to clear and vibrant upon his face and with in those dark pools of his. He would quickly push those memories out of his mind as he looked back to her form, again as she played with the gem once more his eyes were drawn to her amble cleavage. He simply shook his head from side to side as he would offer a smile, with his foot he would slide himself and his stool closer to her form as he listend to her words once again. He looked into the glinting eyes and he smiled all the more nodding to her words.
Her words made him remember that he had not taken a drink for awhile and his mouth was quite dry, slowlyhe grasped the glass into his slender digits. He watchedher take a drink and he spoke out before he would as well" I belive you are all that i will need.. " His words soft and he looked to her with a burning hunger for her flesh, he took in a large gulp to quench his thirst. But there was another thirst with in him that he wanted desperatly to help him quench.
|
|