“S-sorry,” she stutters, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. She doesn’t correct him and admit that she is not by any means a violent lover. Far from it, she much prefers softer and slower – ‘vanilla’ as she has heard people call it. The last time she ever bit anyone was with her ex when he tried violating her – and that wasn’t because of arousal. “It’s… been a while.” She half lies – in truth, of course she has had sex before, but never willingly. She can’t ever recall any time she had a true lover – someone she wanted to be with. No, she never had lovers, she had masters. Nasty, horrible, disgusting masters. She probably had bitten the other out of pure instinct – she is not used to not being taken advantage of, or handled according to her terms, it’s new. How did they even end up like this? Weren’t they just arguing again just a little while ago?
Riding out the need and arousal that had just been spurring up, she steps back (though, it’s fruitless, since there’s a wall behind her) warily. “We can just… I won’t… uh…” She doesn’t want to stop, but she doesn’t know how to approach the situation either. She isn’t sure if she should just put a stop to this and pretend it never happened.
No – she doesn’t want to go into that cycle all over again. Especially now that she’s sober enough to actually enjoy it. She looks back up, and she hopes the warmth of her cheeks don’t show that much. “I won’t bite again – I’m… I’m not really big on blood play.” If she was more close to Viridis, she would have tried caressing the bite mark, or something affectionate – but she’s still intimidated.
Viridis watcher her squirm, he could feel how conflicted she was. Honestly he felt the same way, before their heated embrace Viridis had no affection for her outside of shallow interest in her apperance.
His shapely lips parted to speak but before any words could come out, the nearest window to them began to crack from the bottom up. His concerned turned from the woman infront of him to the cracking window. As the temperature dropped a cold sweat broke out on the blonde’s brow, their breathing now visible.
He wanted to continue but the blood drawn from his lip had already attracted some unwanted visitors. The pair had found themselves at a hotel for the night so their chances were looking grim, there was a reason the witch stayed at the shop most of his time.
Nothing could be seen outside the window, almost like something was blocking it. Everything was quiet, like sound was being sucked from the room. Viridis wrapped his hand around Shetani’s wrist and started towards the closet door.
“Stay close to me and don’t make much noise, no matter what happens. I’m going to get us out of here.”
In the shoulder bag he usually carried with him was an assortment of herbs and amoung those were seeds belonging to a tree that could only grow within the lands of his people. The witch used a knife to carve a spell in his native language on the door and then a small hole, big enough to hold one of the seeds.
Once everything in place, carvings grew on the wall around the door that looked like branches. Once it finished, Viridis opened the door and yanked Shetani in. The door lead to his boss, Lady Farewell’s home.
