bella noche

“You must be blind, then–ordinarily you can spot me from a mile away. You start screeching in Spanish whenever I approach.”

“Is that so? Intriguing; must’ve been a werewolf. Dogs have a great deal of difficulty taking care of themselves, you know. Very dependent creatures; most likely why so many of them end up in shelters. So, it’s to be a dinner around the world tonight, is it? I’ll prepare my taste buds. Make sure you live up to my expectations.”

"My sight is being obstructed by big bags of groceries! I am only so tall, senor, and - hey! I am not ever being shriek in Spanish. And we are not having fight like that for long time - so do not be mean and mess it up, si? We are going to have much nice time tonight!"

"I am being like dogs! I am not think I have met a werewolf here yet, just - erm. Another vampire or two. And a very rude witch that I was not being like one bit. Tonight's dinner is going to be muy bueno, big man - just you wait! You are promising you are not being have any other plans?"

“I’m afraid you don’t need a handful of groceries in order to come across as a fool, cherie.”

“If you needed assistance, mademoiselle, all you had to do was ask. Politely, at that.”

"Oh, I - big man! Senor Gabriel! Did not being see you there!"

"Little bit of help would be much nice, yes - you are first one to offer! Well, aside from one man who asked if I would be wanting to bring groceries to his home instead...but I am not thinking he was just having food on the brain. Anyway, yes, yes! Look at what I am buying - things for dinner! I am going to make fajitas for us both, with mexican hot chocolate for dessert. Sounding good, yes?"

#convo #scovestarter #open #she's in a mood idk??

"You are being stand in my way, and I am not liking it one bit - por el amor de Dios, are you not being able to see that my hands are full of groceries? Is not nice to walk in middle of street like big giant fool!"

“That’s…incredibly wise of you, mademoiselle. For a human, at least; I’m quite impressed, I must say. I remember things I would rather forget about, to be perfectly honest. When you’ve lived as long as I have, you have time together quite a few unpleasant memories. Both personally and on a larger scale. The French Revolution, World Wars I and II, so on and so forth…massacre everywhere, petit fille. Sometimes it is good to forget. Next time we sit down to dinner, then, I’ll provide you with some champagne. I still have a few bottles left over from my stash from France. Sangria for champagne; sounds like a deal. Mmm…just make however you see fit, no?”

“So I’m an adequate pupil, is what you’re implying?”

"You...I...senor, you are telling me that you were living through both the French Revolution and - both of the World Wars? But that is - I am not - that is more than two hundred years of history right there! I am knowing you were great deal older than myself, but I did not...I was not having any idea that your life has being span as long as it has. You are right, then - I am not having nearly as much experience as you are having; I cannot even being fathom what it must have been like to live through one war, let alone two, and...oh dios. Is no wonder you are wanting to forget some things. But - si, you must have being see so many beautiful things too, right, senor? Cannot being live for so long without seeing great wonders that world has to offer, too. Champagne over dinner is sounding much nice...maybe you will share with me some stories from your past as well?"

"Much adequate, yes. And you are - how you say - maybe not as troublesome to be alone with in same room anymore."

oleanderxsol

Where Eve had her forbidden fruit, Roman had Natalia. The two could quite literally be one in the same. With her arms wrapped around him, her lips grazing softly against his, it was all he could do to be reminded that she wasn’t his. That there was a collar around her neck now and that meant she was a sin. He didn’t follow God’s rules anymore. He followed his own and in the moment, he followed the island’s and this one, this was the worst he could do. Touching something that didn’t belong to him. But that touch. As heated as he was becoming being in her presence, there was something else just as palpable between them, like static in the air: her heartbeat. That blood pumping through her veins, so young, decadent. His tongue yearned to taste her with the same intensity that he yearned to feel her. To touch that soft skin, to give in to those pleas and those sultry chocolate gaze she kept sending his way. She pressed herself against him and it stirred something in his chest. Monster. It yelled the word at him. He wanted her. In every way. To taste her on his tongue, to wrap his broad hands around slender wrists. To bind her and rip that collar from her neck so he could move about her with freedom. Wretched. He thought of himself. And yet, it wasn’t enough to stop him. Not today, not when the bloodlust and the monster were so close to the surface.

“Ya don’t know what ya ask for,” he told her, his own mouth ducking to find hers, forceful in the way he caught her. Just as quickly, he pulled back, hand curling around her arm and pulling her with him as he made his way away from the slave cells. No one had seen. No one would see, he’d make sure of it. There was a maintenance office and he knew his partner wouldn’t be there today. Not at this hour. It was just a matter of getting there without anyone seeing, and a matter of not pinning her against the wall right here out in the open. The hunger was growing in his stomach, for every part of her.

He pulled her along with him, nearly ripping the door to the office off it’s hinges to get into some place secret, some place no one would see or hear. She had come here looking for him, his mind aware of that notion. She’d come here to escape her Master and to seek him out instead. Why? Because she thought he was nice? Because she thought he’d be gentle? Maybe a different day. On a good day, he could be those things. On a day when the monster wasn’t so close to the surface, he’d be that knight in shimmering armor she seemed to want. But tonight? With the bloodlust? He was the unslain dragon.

Closing the door behind him, he turned to her, reaching up to cup the side of her face and tip her head back now that they were alone, hidden away. “Our secret? Ya swear ta it?”

Natalia could only hope that this was something that she and Roman wouldn't end up regretting...him especially. She knew that, having come to the island to work rather than take on the position as a master, he didn't wield the same sort of power that the majority of the vampires did - he wasn't allowed to claim a slave for himself, let alone sample one whose neck was already bestowed with a collar, and he was one-hundred percent serious when he warned her that they'd both be in trouble if anyone were to find out what it was they were about to do. That didn't stop her from wanting him, though - that didn't stop her from needing him as if it were all that she was capable of doing. She had been drawn to Roman ever since the day that they had first met, and a few kisses and a dance shared at a faraway ball couldn't so much as hold a candle to everything that she truly desired from him. She was inexperienced, and that was putting it lightly, and so much younger than him in a sense that didn't just mean years, but she hoped that none of that would bother him...he was the first man that she had ever even come close to doing anything more than just kiss with, but somehow - despite the risks, despite the danger - it still managed to feel right. She was almost certain, though, that he would push her away the moment she sealed the distance between them, but he didn't...instead, he drew her in even closer, lowering his head so that he could capture her lips fiercely; he dominated her mouth, pushing forcefully inside of it and stealing her breath, and Natalia could only whimper, clutching at the front of his shirt as she eagerly offered up to him everything that she could.

He broke their kiss roughly, only so that he could tell her that she had no clue what she was asking for, and he was almost unhinged, coming apart at the edges and losing control right in front of her...perhaps he was right, then, and she should have been scared - he was a vampire, a creature of the night, and he could have torn her apart with his bare hands if he wanted to - but Natalia felt little more than arousal, hot and overwhelming, rushing through her veins in place of blood. She was already shamelessly wet for him, the panties she wore beneath her skirt soaked and clinging indecently to the heat of her flushed and swollen pussy, and so there was no pulling away when Roman yanked her by one of her lily-white arms and took her back down inside of the cells. She had a vague idea of where it was that they were going - his office, more than likely - and her heart raced the entire time he pulled her alongside him, her pulse beating hummingbird-fast as her kiss-bruised lips tingled in the wake of his heated kisses. He was hungry, ravenous even, and Natalia wanted absolutely nothing more than for him to devour her whole. She followed him in a rush, but it still seemed to take an almost absurd amount of time for them to reach his office - they were here now, though, and Roman didn't hesitate before shutting the door behind them and drawing her close to him once more. Natalia's breath escaped her in a shuddering little gasp of a sound as one of his hands, big and strong and cool to the touch, reached out to cradle the side of his face, leaving her no choice but to tilt her head up so that she could meet his darkened gaze, and she was nodding her assent before he had even finished speaking to her.

"On everything I have, I am being swear to you...no one is having to know, honey. I am promising," she said earnestly, breathlessly, and without further ado - and with the sort of shamelessness that came from being eighteen years young and filled to the brim with hormones - she lifted herself off of her feet again so that she could all but fling herself at the elder vampire, tossing her arms around his neck and pressing herself up against him, her eager little lips seeking out his and capturing them in a kiss that was more tongue and teeth than anything else, sloppy and desperate and needy. "Mmm - ohhh - " she managed somehow in the scant space between them, crawling up along the length of his body until she was able to twine her legs around his waist, the hem of her dress riding up along her thighs to expose inch after inch of soft and creamy skin. "Please - please, Roman, I am not being want you to hold back...not even little bit. Not anymore. Please."

#para #roman

“I wouldn’t go that far; I don’t think it’s frivolous, per se, but I also don’t exactly understand where it is you’re coming from. Remembering the past can be good, yes, but it can also be risky business. Depending on the situation, of course. You’ve never had champagne before? Mon dieu, what do they do over in Spain? Sangria is divine, but you should really consider trying champagne. t is a gift from God, I’d say. Hot chocolate will be fine this time, I suppose. In general, I prefer coffee.”

“No, I will work and work and only when I’ve accomplished my goals will I give myself time for pleasure.”

"Is good to remember to keep your past with you, I am thinking...is reminding you who you you were and who you have become and why. But then again, senor, you are being live so much longer than I have; I am only supposing is not always easy to remember more than my mere eighteen years, si? Maybe you are letting me try some of your beloved champagne next time we are sharing beverages together, big man - and in return, I will make for you homemade sangria with bits of watermelon and strawberry! Is so good...is like sunshine in a glass! For now, though, I give you little bit of hot chocolate - would you being like marshmallows or whipped cream on top, hmm?"

"...You are doing much well, in case you are wondering. With our studying, I am meaning...your task. You have learned so much in such little time, and - soon you will not being need me at all, I am thinking."

oleanderxsol

She didn’t understand being a slave. Or at least not a claimed one. That’s what he figured, by her words. She didn’t understand that you didn’t take a break for it. You didn’t call time out when things got too rough so you could go and man up before coming back. That’s not how it worked here and there was the twisted thought in his mind that if she were his, he’d remind her of that. That she didn’t have a say in when she was his and when she wasn’t. He tried to push the thought out of his mind because that collar around her neck that she was trying to hide didn’t belong to him. And though Roman didn’t know the man who owned her, not personally, he had enough respect for the Masters in this place that he knew when to keep his hands off. He knew when it wasn’t his place to step in and discipline their property.

But she didn’t deserve to be property. Or at least, not to anyone else. It was a noble thought, followed immediately by a twinge of jealousy because he wasn’t in a position where he could put a collar on anyone’s neck and he wanted to be. Right now, in this moment, he wanted to be. Right now, when she was standing up on her toes to place her lips against his jaw, he wanted to put that collar around her neck, follow it with his hand, and take her to the maintenance room where he could have his way with her. Today, the urges were harder to resist than other days, because he was still coming down from the bloodlust he’d let wash over him the other day.

“Ya know this is dangerous,” he told her, his voice a low growl and rougher than he ever meant to be in front of her. Even with the words, his hand settled on her hip unconsciously, keeping her closer to him. “Ya Master could kill us both for this.”

#so sorry about the wait on this!!!#also i am out of gifs sigh #roman #para

There was something different about Roman today, something that Natalia couldn't quite pinpoint or understand, and while it worried her to see him so pale and dark-eyed, his posture stiff as if he were struggling to maintain a sense of control, there was a part of her that was almost...intrigued by it as well. There was still so much that she didn't know about him, so much that she had yet to learn, and she found herself thinking more and more about any and all secrets he might have harbored with each day that passed. She wanted to know about the darker recesses of his soul, the sort of complexities that could only come from having been alive far longer than she could even fathom, and whatever it was that was bothering him right now, whatever it was that was eating away at him from the inside out, she wanted him to take it out on her - she would even go so far as to say she needed him to. She was bubbling over with pent-up tension and frustration, having spent more than a month now on an island where she was treated and thought of as a slave, and Roman...without even being fully aware of it, he presented to her something she knew that they were both in need of: relief.

She felt him stiffen even more when she stood up on the tips of her toes to touch him, to allow her petal-soft lips to brush against the stubble-lined underside of his jaw, but he didn't pull away, not like he had done the entirety of the last time they had seen one another...no, he remained right where he was, very nearly pressed up against her in broad daylight where anyone could see them. She was risking both his life and hers, this much she knew, and while the absolute last thing that she wanted was to get Roman in trouble...she didn't exactly want to lose him, either. Not when she had barely even had any of him to begin with. His voice was a low and harsh-sounding growl when he spoke, and while it was to remind her of her master and what he could do if he found out about this - about any of this - he still wasn't telling her to leave. He reached out, then, with strong hands, and Natalia couldn't help the breathy little gasp that tumbled past her quivering lips when she felt his fingers, rough and calloused, take hold of her dainty hips. Instinctively, with the sort of wanton brazenness only a girl of barely eighteen could manage, she leaned into his touch, leaned into him, and she strained upwards even more so that she could twine her arms around his neck, tipping her face upwards and meeting him halfway for a sudden kiss. It was soft but needy, almost desperate in the way that she claimed his mouth as her own and pleaded with him to respond - she mewled softly against his lips, tightening her arms around his neck and pressing herself flush against him.

"Please...please..." Between kisses, she nipped at his lower lip, small breasts rubbing into his broad chest without a bra to keep them confined. "No one is having to know...will be our little secret. I am promising, Roman...please."

“So you have emotional connection to a drink, is that it? Perhaps I am understanding a little–cappuccino was very big in France, along with champagne and wine. I remember it very fondly. Different beverage, of course, but similar sensation. I think.”

“That among…other things. Not much time for pleasure when you’ve dedicated all your time to business.”

"I am glad you are not being think it is silly...we are both having things that are remind us of home, si? Is nice to have them sometimes - is nice to being able to remember little bit of past even if you are much far away. I have not being have champagne before! Wine, yes, but only few times before mixed with fruit to make sangria. I am not being know how to make cappuccino, so will hot chocolate be okay for tonight, senor? I promise it is just as warm and soothing to your tummy...and much nice before bed, too."

"...Oh! You are, erm - hmm. How you say. You are wanting more time for...pleasure, then? Out - outside of house? We are being spend too much time on...business matters?"

marthablackwood-blog

“I know far more than you ever will, you ignorant little worm. Clearly you are the brainless one, thinking such an idiotic tirade will go unpunished” she retorted. “Age is of no consequence here! You should treat me with the same respect you’d show to any of the other residents of this island” she declared fiercely, bristling at the slave’s description of her as a little girl.

She was further annoyed to hear that the girl was claimed, clenching her jaw in frustration at the news, knowing she couldn’t lay a finger on her, and the girl was well aware of that fact. “You think that just because some man of questionable taste happened to buy you, that gives you license to go around insulting your betters? Who is this master of yours?” she questioned. “I’m going to tell him all about your insufferable rudeness towards me. Then you’ll be sorry” she threatened, narrowing her eyes at the girl.

Natalia wasn't at all concerned about the supposed threats the elder girl was tossing out at her in spades - the collar wrapped around her neck, as irritating as it might have been, meant that she was thoroughly off-limits...therefore, it didn't matter what sort of powers the egotistical witch huffing and puffing at her claimed to have. She couldn't use them at all. "You are wanting to being speak with my master personally?" she questioned with a curious blink of chocolate-brown eyes, and a coy smile came to her lips - oh, she didn't have a single clue what it was that she was doing, did she? "By all means, if you are being think I am in much need of punishment, I will be give you my master's name straight away: Gabriel Beaumont. He is right down that way in vampire estate," she clarified with a wave of her hand in the general direction in front of them, right where Natalia was headed with a bag full of groceries from the market.

"I am still having little bit shopping to do, but I am sure I will being hear all about your meeting with my master when I am done," she stated pleasantly, with an unabashed smile, tossing her thick curtain of glossy dark hair behind one of her small shoulders and inwardly wishing she could tag along with the witch, if only to see Gabriel's reaction when she confronted him about his misbehaving little slave. "Just try and making sure he is not being too angry with me, hmm?"

#convo #martha

marthablackwood:

“Of course not. The collar is purely for show. What matters is that you are a worthless little human, and I am a witch of exceptional talent. I have a brilliant mind, and you… well you’re clearly so stupid that I have to explain this to you in the first place, even though you’ve obviously been here longer than I have” she stated loftily. “I’ve learned when manners are needed and when they are not. And when dealing with your kind, they are not. Now, you’d best remember your own manners, or else I’ll have to show you just how powerful I am” she threatened. “A slave should not speak unless spoken to.”

"What you are being is egotistical beyond measure - an arrogant lady with a big head to match the size of her inflated sense of self-worth. I am not caring whether or not you are thinking I am somehow being beneath you; is clear to me that you are knowing little of what is making a person valuable or important, because seemingly you are thinking yourself as number one. There is no room left in your head for brain at all, is there? Just hot air and little bit of dust."

"You can being go right ahead and showing me just how powerful you are supposedly being - but just know that I am not thinking my master will approve of you touching his claimed slave. Until then, I will being fully content to speak whenever I am liking about whatever I am choosing - little girl who is barely older than me and thinks herself queen of entire world is not going to stop me from claiming basic human rights."

#convo #martha

“Hot chocolate before bed? That sounds like a comfort drink more than anything else, mademoiselle; is something on your mind?”

“I wouldn’t consider myself grumpy, just rather…tired. I’m always tired.”

"No no, is just...hot chocolate is reminding me much of home, is all. Mi madre used to prepare for my brothers and I before bed once a week as a special treat, with whipped cream and little bit of cinnamon, and - is nice to being able to remember her like this. "

"...Tired, senor? Because of a lack of sleep, or - something else?"