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[seraphiimx]

ángel suárez ~

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[evanurisx]

"You'll recall I told you I was new to this realm," Evanuris explained; the two of them danced with their words back and forth, but the symmetry between them now was more conversational than it had been. "You have counterparts among elves, the sanguine. The euphoria they can produce has a more mystical component; they have no venom because they have no need for it; they can make their bite as pleasurable or as painful as they wish." With a very small degree of affection, Evanuris followed the line of Ángel's temple and down the weight of his cheekbone. "Your power and your venom are entirely physical. It's curious, but I'm sure you're aware of how tiring compulsion can be. Isn't it so much more delicious when people simply do what you want them to do?"

[seraphiimx]

"So you say," he stated idly, absently, as if his mind were already someplace else. Perhaps he had anticipated that she would have already made quick work of this realm. In some form, or fashion. She did indeed seem like the type. Yet, he hadn't been wrong about her extensive knowledge, as she proceeded to explain of a species similar to his own. It indeed was an intriguing thought, to not have venom within his fangs. Would he have been favorable, to those whose necks he sunk them within? Perhaps to certain individuals. Such as her, though he wondered which she would have preferred. "I find that most people do what they want to do, and some just need a little guidance. But since you're keen on asking so nicely, maybe I'll do what you want me to do." That is, once he knew precisely what he was offered in return. A little venom gifted was hardly any concern to him, after all.

[elmasbayram]

Elmas gives this sigh of relief that she hadn't been quite aware she'd been holding. And then she's smiling at the vampire, genuine and bright because she'd meant it, there were few pleasures she had that weren't work related. Her time was constantly occupied, her planner always full of not just plans for her, but mostly for Hyrsam. "I won't be anymore trouble." It's a promise and her elbows fall on the counter, her fingers steepling together. "I am also here to gossip though." Angel was someone who was.....She couldn't quite put a finger on it on account of she didn't want to put the vampire in a box. She liked most of her connections, she had to, but he was a particular soft spot. "I heard from the grapevine that you're single. I will not stand for the idea of you of all people not being properly taken care of." She had an entire little black book of men or women or those non-gender conforming, she was willing to give numbers out.

[seraphiimx]

Perhaps he should have considered her words more carefully, given how the last drag bingo had gone that she'd participated in. But a part of him knew that he could take her words as they were, with the hint of a promise upon them. Besides, if it truly came down to it, Ángel could do the worst and threaten to do away with the whole thing. What a move that would be. "I wondered how long it would take you to reach this point," he mused, hand lifted to encourage her to go on. There was little gossip that he ever cared to partake in, but he wouldn't dismiss her want of it. Until said gossip revolved around him. "You heard right, but what makes you think I'm not being taken care of?"

[evanurisx]

"My lady scarcely commands but blesses those whose actions best mirror her own." Even for the unruly, there was room enough in Lloth's web. "But I take it you're simply hungry, then." Evanuris could appreciate a veiled attempt at deception, though that it was laced with the vampire's flirtation made it all the more palatable. Honesty was an unattractive quality, but even more so were poorly spun lies; she preferred her deceit to be thoroughly convincing. A lie so earnest that it made all truths ever whispered feel like falsehoods. "Your venom was appetizing, but just like it's possible to milk a viper I wonder if the same can be done with your fangs." Idle wonderment was punctuated by the slow consideration of her finger along his jaw; something had to trigger the release from his canines, and she doubted it was limited to the puncturing of the skin.

[seraphiimx]

A spark of skepticism slipped into his thoughts. For what sort of ruler did not make demands of their followers? Did not assert their power of those with less? Ángel held his tongue, however; if only because he did not particularly care for a history lesson on this lady of hers. Perhaps one day, when the hunger at the back of his throat did not beg for something else. The smell of demons alone was enticing enough, the risk that came with drinking from them. But hers was something far more, something that sang to him even before he had taken his first taste. Now, it seemed to be all that his mind could think of. "I'm a little surprised you don't already know the answer to that," he mused, an almost arrogant smirk upon his lips. It would be no secret that she was far older than he could imagine, with a vast knowledge that far exceeded his own. "I'm willing to bargain for the knowledge of such wonder. Or would you compel me for such a thing?" He grinned, fangs at full display, before he moved to catch her curious finger between his teeth. Or rather, against the soft press of his fang.

[evanurisx]

"Well, you're certainly behaving, which is decidedly less interesting than when we first met." Ángel played the part of predator well, she didn't take him for believing in anything more than himself, but for the ambitious there was room under Lloth for all. Evanuris leaned closer, she let her fingers trace over his where that dead organ lay, the one that he'd all but offered to her on a silver platter. She could take it, it would be easy: but for the moment Evanuris resisted one temptation in favour of indulging another. "Lloth welcomes all into her midst, even outsiders, even men. Is that what you want, for me to convert you? Or are you just hungry?"

[seraphiimx]

Behaving; oh, he didn't particular enjoy that descriptive for himself. Perhaps he should have simply taken what he wanted. Though they were in a room full of others, who would have taken notice should he have sunk his teeth into the side of her neck? The temptation lingered now, as his fingers pressed ever so solidly against the side of her neck. But then she had leaned closer to him, until fingers danced across his chest. How easy would it have been for her to shove those dangerous fingers into his chest, to rip the organ from its cavity? His gaze had dropped for a moment, before it returned to meet her own, "Convert me? So that I am forced to answer to another? Now, that just doesn't sound like the fun I enjoy." Of course, he'd keep his answer to her latter question to himself.

[evanurisx]

While Evanuris had no idea who Mary was, or what she had to do with this, she played it off easily enough. Given that Ángel was saying he'd hail her, the drider could only assume that Mary was a religious figure of some kind the people invoked in the pursuit of penance. Penance without suffering though seemed almost fruitless in its way, still, Evanuris would once again have to admit that she did enjoy the vampire's candor. "Tell me," she did nothing to remove him from her presence, instead she followed his movements with her eyes as he tapped at the beatless, dead organ in his breast. "have you ever been a good boy?"

[seraphiimx]

Despite her claim, no move was made to end the vampire where he stood. His hand remained where it was, with his shirt pulled open and his finger pressed against his chest. All she needed to do was simple, or maybe she'd prefer a much more gruesome death. A little bit of fun before she put him fully within the dirt. Her question spurred the return of his smirk, as it rested heavily upon the edges of his lips, "Aren't I being a good boy right now? I've offered you so many nice things, and haven't requested even the slightest in return." Which wasn't entirely true, but his requests had otherwise gone unspoken.

[evanurisx]

This game of theirs remained interesting, though for how much longer was still up for debate. Evanuris was not one for attachments, or leverage, and if nothing else then these patterns were so often predictable. The vampire was a predator, one who couldn't take her blood by force so he came with an offering instead, and yet here he sat now, empty handed with nothing but words. Empty air, drow stitched them with truths and lies but it didn't take the Handmaiden's years of experience to know that this vampire didn't have a pious bone in his body. He wanted blood, perhaps more, it wasn't as though he didn't have something to offer but the game was the game. "You haven't the faintest idea what I am and last time you brought a tribute." Evanuris didn't push him away though, the drider had come here to be entertained and Ángel had proven to be entertainment enough. "And I've killed men for far less."

[seraphiimx]

Upon the edges of his lips, a smirk threatened to spill forth. To root itself into place, and take full form against his features. Yet, Ángel eased it away, as he leaned back ever so slightly. His hand remained against her throat, the steady thrum of her heartbeat against his thumb. His other, however, pulled itself from its resting place to move to the buttons that trailed down his shirt. A few of them were pushed through, before he pulled one side of his shirt away to reveal his bare chest beneath it. Where his once beating heart nestled, dead. "Go on then, darling. If you've killed for less," words trailed off as his finger tapped against his chest, inviting her to take what was inside. "Or is this where I make amends? Say a few hail Mary's, bring you an offering or two, promise to be a good boy?"

[seraphiimx]

[elmasbayram]

Elmas leans over to look at Angel, the rest of the patrons, and back. "No tail plugs. None of those bejeweled ones either." She didn't think Hyrsam would stand to be upstaged or insulted in any way, let alone the rest of the satyrs. "Pants are never required, just appreciated til 6PM. The party starts at 7PM though." Settling back into her seat, she gives an affirmative nod of her head. "Now that business is out of the way," Deflating means she simply rests an elbow on the bartop, she's never not talking business. "can you please unban me from Drag Bingo? I know I'm competitive but consider it's all I have, Angel."

[seraphiimx]

A brow peaked ever so slowly, if only due to curiosity of who would be wearing tail plugs out in public. Though, perhaps he would rather not know. Leave some things up to mystery, after all. He could only guess that it would be one of the lycans, or perhaps a druid; they all seemed the type. "I'll be sure to leave my tail plug at home, but I make no promises on the pants," he noted, with a light smirk that caught the edges of his lips. Ah, the drag bingo. Of course it would come back to that. Ángel could not quite contain the chuckle that slipped forth, "Competitive." As if that could encompass all that happened within those particular nights. "Maybe I should leave it up to a vote with the other players. See if they think you're just competitive," there was a teasing hint to his words, before he lifted his hand to wave it dismissively, "Fine, fine; consider yourself unbanned."

[sethlozano]

A daemonfey sitting amongst a party, hosted by a vampire, riddled with vampires, was an interesting choice but Seth often enjoyed playing with fire and seeing what result would come of it. Once upon a time, Hakan and he had been something of friends, it'd be rude not to show and so here the Criminal had lingered until Angel of all people came forth to mock him. How often they did this petulant dance and though Seth had gone through many potent changes, no longer a vampire but still tethered to his progeny and the bloodline, he of course would continue the very game. Hatred was useful, love was potent, but hatred and ire could be twisted as a useful sacrifice too; Seth extended an offer, though it dripped with sarcasm, "I don't mind sharing my bounty, though I don't know if you'd have done anything to deserve the upgrade yourself."

[seraphiimx]

The stench of blood was in the air, fresh from those willing to part with it. Any number of creatures roamed the hallways, found themselves within darkened rooms, all with necks eager to be bitten into. Yet, here he sat, opposite of the vampire that often received so much of his antagonistic behavior. A look of pure amusement shifted itself into Ángel's features, after consideration to the words spoken from Seth. He had no care to change into anything else, whether that was some suped up vampire or an entirely different species. It seemed that was going around the streets of Rome those days. Oh, but he did enjoy a game, even more so when it held a taunting edge to it. So he shifted forward, arms placed against his knees as he eyed the other, "Oh? And what deserving qualities might I need for this?"

[seraphiimx]

evanuris —

"you can teach a viper to eat from your hands, but you cannot take away how much it likes to bite." ( @evanurisx )

[evanurisx]

"You misunderstood." Evanuris said candidly, some teasing had to be permitted, though her words had been chosen with great intention; though she had enjoyed the vampire, they were very common creatures, particularly in this domain. Maybe she had said no games, but playing with a man's fragile ego wasn't just a game, it was a way of life; it just happened to also be endlessly entertaining. "But Ángel, you were certainly entertaining. If only for the night." Evanuris made no motion to dispel the creature in his advances, but she did relish in it, at least for the moment.

[seraphiimx]

Words were always meant to taunt, to slice against the ego that the vampire had crafted for himself over his many years. Thousands of them had allowed him to be this way, as had the gifts that he'd been granted. There were creatures far older than he, such as herself, but so many that barely even made a dent. Just as she liked to play, so did he. A smirk lifted the corner of his lips, his gaze focused so intently on those features that would bring any man to their knees. Beautiful, cunning, deadly. Oh, the way that she spoke his name, as if it dripped like venom from her tongue. There had always been little that he permitted from others, but oh, perhaps he would let her be cruel to him. A soft chuckle met her words, as one hand slipped from the back of the booth. Fingers danced along her shoulder, across that sharp collar bone, until they found placement against her neck. There he could feel the beat of her heart, that pumped blood which called to him, sang to him as if it were a siren of its own. His gaze dropped to her throat, to where his thumb drew itself back and forth across her vein. Before it rose once more, to meet her own, "You are a priestess, and I am here to worship."

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[evanurisx]

Flirt's entertainment was some of her favourite in the city, the smell of flesh, of sweat, and of sin; debaucherous modern hedonism with a dash of the sort of old world antiquity native to this realm. Stories she'd only heard about far too late. Time had worked against them in some regard, fifteen years was nothing for the daemonfey but... She had spent a considerable amount of time in the Pitts thinking about her exchange with the vampire. Especially in the evenings, when she was alone, in the dark. Another opportunity wasn't something that Evanuris was interested in passing up. "No games," Evanuris denied as she canted her head just slightly against the seat of the booth, "just the dark and the things we do within."

[seraphiimx]

No games; it was almost a letdown. For Ángel couldn't deny the fun he'd had in bringing her that sacrifice, of the potential for so much more if he continued. Then again, if she wanted to speak of the dark and that which could be found within it, he could play along. The vampire knew precisely what his interests under the shroud of darkness were. He wondered if she'd let him bite her again, maybe her neck this time. Along the curve of her hip. Maybe even against the slope of her breast. Then again, if she'd let him, he'd bite her in every spot that would have her remembering it even long after. "And what do you want within it?" He questioned as he leaned down, as his hands found placement upon the back of the booth.

[elmasbayram]

Person: @seraphiimx Location: The Embassy "So I need enough liquor for the annual town hall Christmas party." That's not going to be advertised, if you knew, you knew. It was exclusive, it was for the satyr's, it was....She was going to enjoy the night off at the market and not think about the clip clopping of hooves. "We will pay handsomely and give your establishment credit, as usual." Elmas likes Angel on account of there's this look in his eye that makes her think he's always up to something. "I cannot guarantee the satyr's won't start showing up here."

[seraphiimx]

"For you, I'll give you more than enough," words stated with an almost teasing lilt, as that ever present smirk fitted itself into place. Money would always be something that could be earned wherever, but having his establishment be where the satyrs started showing up? Now, that would be something else. An ounce of amusement that he could enjoy. "What sort of attire will this annual town hall Christmas party entail?"

[seraphiimx]

where. dealer's choice, hehe who. @caixsc

"A strigoi," the name was said with a little displeasure, if only because the last strigoi that had been within his life, had been that of his sire. Dorian had sought the cure, had twisted his life into that of which nestled itself between human and vampire. He had outlived the years that had been granted to him, had denied the chance to become a vampire once more. "All you have to do is say the word, you know? Give you a taste of my blood, grant you the chance to be in a better bloodline."

[seraphiimx]

where. somewhere over a rainbow perhaps who. @sethlozano

"So... I see you've gone through a little upgrade," it was more statement than question, for Ángel could sense the difference in the other. Even well hidden, there had been no denying that Seth was no longer simply a vampire. "Were you tired of being so short and so young? Had to get a one up on the rest of us?"