#aylaashcroft

[ravagedbytime]

The Golden Temple

It had been a while that he'd taken the girl in now and he'd been both cockering her up and tutoring her - teaching her not only how to hunt also 'sentient beings' but also working on undoing that unhealthy conditioning that made proper feeding close to impossible for her. It wasn't a complete success he could claim here yet, but they 'were getting there': the amounts of blood she was able to drink without horrible sideffects were growing, especially when he was there to calm her down, and his own strong blood had made sure to bring her truely back to proper health.

So they'd been prowling the universe to hunt together, as he had promised her  - and he couldn't have asked for a more loyal and willing companion. True, there were some problems and challenges - for he'd been alone for so long that he just couldn't stand her company 24/7 and she took used to take him backing out on her out of fear of losing his temper as a sever failure of hers, as a sign of her 'being a bad, worseless slave'. In short: They both still had to adapt to truely living together. 

But the travels together they both always enjoyed and both his own and her powers enough to feel truely adventurous. 

So trying to find 'some old Gods' seemed like a fun quest to both of them and Aidan knew a planet were some beings who called themselves 'divine' were rumored to live. The Species responsilbe for the religious cults of the Aztecs and Mayans..

Currently they were studying what was to be found in the databank about them. "So, what you think, hm?" He was still working on making her openly speak her mind without fear, at the very least when he asked her to do so.

[aidanhurja]

@ aylaashcroft: Merry Christmas!

[aidanhurja]

-hands you a cup of fresh Ashcroft blood (mixture of all three)- Enjoy!

The vampire, currently in the bathroom to apply his makeup for going out, hunting, jumps when he hears the voice of the Grey. What the fuck was it doing here and.... sniffing, his whole attention is suddenly focussed on the cup. 

Ashcroft-blood, no doubt at all, the real thing, certain as dawn. He wants to ask how the Grey got that sample and if he'd done anthing funny to his soulmate or her sisters he'd pay for it. But instead of talking he drinks, not too sure if it's Greyface-magic or the call of the potent blood that makes him act this way. Anyway, time for asking questions when he's done, right?

Only that, by the time the greedy vampire makes sure to get even the very last drop the intruder is gone. Aidan blinks in confusion, but then just shrugs and decides that he doesn't really care too much. 

He has to check if Ayla is okay, though. So he pads over to the entertainment-center, where she is harrassing helpless dragons in Skyrim. Looked as if she was completely unaware of the fact that they had a visitor... He puts the cup down nuzzles her neck. "Did that freak trouble you?" he asked, just to make sure anyway. But his mind is already busy with other, so much more pleasant thoughts..... 

Stop playing Skyrim, better play with meeeeeeeee!!!

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Meeting the Missus// Ayla Ashcroft

A few weeks after meeting Aidan, she got a call telling her to come to his home. His wife and son would be there to meet her, because he wanted a pencil portrait of them to hang in their den. 

Gwin went to the address he texted and tapped on. "Mrs... Um... I'm here to see Ms. Ayla?" She called.

[ravagedbytime]

Capturing the sun

He gave a pleased smile when the older vampire gave in without much resistance. In fact he hadn't expected this to go so smoothly, hadn't dared to hope that the mind of the ancient once would be such an open book for him – or that money alone would be enough to get what he wanted. So this had turned into yet another game pretty soon, with Aidan trying to set the price as low as he could. Not that he cared about the money at all, but the other did. And thus it was interesting to see how far he could go here. In the end it was still a really impressive price he payed for maybe just one single day in the sun and a stubborn, seemingly untameable slavegirl. But then, of course, that once day might be priceless and the girl a fun pastime for at least a little while and, again, he didn't care about money so he certainly wouldn't mourn losing it.

When he crouched down in front of her, head cocked to the side to study her, a lock of dark, curly hair falling into his face, he was even more certain that the deal had been a good one. Look at her, she was a pretty one! And obviously just as wild and rebellious as her master had described her – not aloud but in his mind – because as soon as the door had opened she'd glared daggers, her eyes icy and yet burning with the fire of spite. Her master remained silent for now, so it was Aidan who adressed her: "Hello there, pretty child." Silently he added: >I heard you long to leave this place?<