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Post by Ruby on Jan 27, 2013 1:15:42 GMT -5
As Dorian's manor came into her view she sighed in relief and a wicked smile played upon her mouth. Coco, her dappled grey mare nickered softly. Three weeks since that damnable incident with a troll. The first week, Dorian had barely allowed her to move, watching her like a hawk when he was around and ordering his servants to make sure she stayed in bed when he wasn't. She spent the second week roving about his grounds and had almost squealed the first time she had seen the daylight, a physician had come by at the end of the second week to check up on her and had given her the ok to return to the Inn as long as she promised to do no heavy lifting because it would agitate her still healing femur, she had actually hugged the man with that diagnosis. She was never meant to be caged. Of course, Dorian considered himself heavy lifting and she still had gotten none of his more...lustful attentions. She was beginning to worry that he saw her more as some twisted obligation than as a lover. That's why, today, instead of running the bar until far past two in the morning as she usually did, she closed up at ten, greeted the physician in his office, got a written diagnosis that she was healed and then proceeded to collect her small stash of goodies. First she had gone to an old farmhouse, an old friend of hers who had allowed her to pick a couple dozen ripe strawberries for a few pence. The second had been trickier to find, she had asked several of her patrons throughout the week and had finally gotten a source, spending the vast majority of the nights earnings on her second item, she had been overjoyed at the rather large jar of honey she had been able to procure. She wasn't sure if Dorian enjoyed sweets or strawberries for that manner, but if he didn't she was certain he wouldn't protest to her licking him clean. The day had dragged on, the clock ticking by dreadfully slow and she had been eager to surprise him with all four of her treats, the physicians note, the strawberries, the honey, and, well... her. She was back early, it wasn't even midnight yet. The stable boy approached her swiftly and she smiled, swinging down from a top her mare and clutching the small wooden box she had placed her items in tightly. "Thanks hon... just make sure you don't put her near any of the stallions, I've had enough of raising colts!" She laughed lightly and he smiled back at her, nodding and leading the horse away. Red strode to the door quickly, pulling it open and slipping inside, her heart was hammering like a hummingbirds wing, why was she so nervous? She had seen Dorian dozens of times, had tasted him, knew his body and all its contours better than she knew her- Her thoughts froze, her lungs forgot they needed air and her heart stopped beating. Cheap cologne and the scent of arousal hit her nose like a runaway train. Her sensitive hearing picked up the moans and cries of 'Dorian' as they filled the not so empty space of his bedroom and echoed in her suddenly comatose brain. She swayed uneasily, the world tilting and spinning on its axis. She knew this would happen, she should have known he would never be happy with just one source of pleasure. He never could be. But she had let her own emotions blind her, fool her and her lungs brought in air painfully and her heart throbbed in pain with every beat it took. Tears flooded her pretty eyes and her throat felt clogged. She never heard the crash of the box and almost jumped as she saw one of Dorian's house keepers in front of her. He was a sweet old man, one she had had many a conversation with, but whose name was vacant from her at the moment. He held her box of items, having caught it, and was guiding her to an all too familiar divan. "My lady do you fair well? You look dreadfully pale. Please sit down a moment, I will fetch you a drink and inform the master of your state." He murmured softly too her, trying to ease her down onto the divan, but she jumped backwards, suddenly filled with energy... too much energy. Her first instinct was to flee, to run, to let the wolf have claim of her and to let the beast do as it would, if only for tonight, but then exhaustion hit her. She was so dreadfully tired of trying to outrun her problems, trying to configure her life around making everyone else happy, trying to deal with the strength of her emotions towards a man who would never love her. She was so utterly exhausted. "Ruby? My lady?" He was reaching for her again but she shook her head vehemently, taking her box from him. It felt like poison against her flesh the way it burned her. "No... no I'm fine. It's just been a long day. A good sleep will do me well, I'm not in any pain... just tired. No need to fetch Dorian." She was flustered, distracted, her heart bled, and she didn't know how to handle it. Her only other love she had torn to pieces, and this one was hell-bent and determined to rob her of what little emotion she still possessed. "Thank you... I'll just... just..." She never finished her sentence, her throat swelling shut from the onslaught of emotions. The older gentleman reached for her once more, but she wanted no comfort, she didn't want anything to touch her not even the god damned box. She shied away from him and took the stairs three at a time, the box dropping from her grasp to land with a dull thud somewhere on the staircase, its contents spilling across the stairs. She was soundless, noiseless as she moved. Avoiding every last one of the creaking floorboards and avoiding the last creaking stair all together. The moans grew louder and her heart cracked just a bit more as the sound of the creaking springs joined her nightmare. Blindly she turned down the opposite side of the hallway, to the side of the upper floor she had only been once before, the rest of the nights she had been here she had stayed in Dorian's bedroom in Dorian's bed, and she imagined that the old man would grow even more concerned when he watched her turn the opposite way but she couldn't care. Pulling open a random door, she slipped inside, shutting it with a barely audible click behind her, her thick cloak barely made it inside. She slid down her side of the door, pulled her knees up to her chest, buried her face in her arms and cried and cried and cried. Her entire body wracked with sobs. She quickly dug her teeth into her tongue until blood overtook the saliva in her mouth and she fell silent, her body still trembling and shaking, but her sobs were no more. She wasn't sure how long she stayed like that, the scent of sex and the sounds of their avid love-making filling her sensitive senses, but she knew that when she finally gained the strength to crawl up onto the bed, not bothering to shed herself of even the cloak the sounds still permeated the air and dug just a little deeper into her already broken heart. Black, black heart why would you offer more?
Why would you make it easier on me, to satisfy?
I'm on fire, I'm rotting to the core
I'm eating all your kings and queens
All your sex and your diamonds...
-Black, black Heart- David Usher |
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Post by Dorian Gray on Jan 27, 2013 14:48:15 GMT -5
Dorian was a being long characterized by minute impulses to do something at the wrong time. He was pleasure-driven and indulgent but that wasn't what had caused his bad timing; his bad timing was just so: bad timing. He was a man of apparently terrible luck, despite that his soul was stored somewhere other than inside him--it was at his home, in the confines of his very dark and secretive study, and only one woman had ever seen it and lived. He knew. He knew that he should not have allowed her the life that now flowed through her, but he had because he'd been blinded by the onset of emotions. He hated them. They were awful things, emotions, that caused one to do what one absolutely did not want to. They controlled more than logic could, and overpowered it. What disgusting things.
He'd done it, too. He'd overcome them again, hardened a little bit after three weeks of watching over a woman that loved him and he was agitated enough to figure out somewhere else he could get the pleasure he fed off. Without it, he was nothing. And he had to be something. So he'd gone out to town while Ruby was out doing something. Healing herself, he figured. He had assumed she'd be out for the night, toying with her wolf form again, and so he wouldn't have to worry about her. And hell, even if she came back... He needed some release.
He'd found a nice young man who'd apparently taken great interest in him some weeks ago, and it did not take long for the two to find that they had much in common. Dorian had bought him a couple of drinks, his funds coming from the duke's seemingly endless store, and they had ridden to Dorian's home in ecstasy. Thus began their playful love-making, and it was thence that Dorian forgot all about the other who had often shared his bed. The night was pleasant, was much worth any sin that was added to his painting, and wound on and on for hours into the night. Dorian felt more like himself than ever he had recently, and when his companion was asleep, Dorian wrapped himself in a bedsheet and went off to make sure his study was locked. No one else needed to do as... Ruby! Hell. He'd forgotten all about her. Was she back? Was she out?
It was then that Dorian heard a terrible sound. From a room near his chamber came cries, pitiful, lonely cries. His heart sank. He listened for a while, then sat outside the door of the room she was in and bit his lip. Had she heard? Seen? What would she think? Shame made its way into his mind, then anger, then despair. After twenty minutes of contemplation, he opened the door and went in to find her crumpled form on the bed. He sat in a chair by the fireplace and was as still as a statue. She had every right to hate him. For an hour, he downed two bottles of brandy.
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Post by Ruby on Jan 27, 2013 16:02:00 GMT -5
The scent of salt had clouded her senses. How she was loathe to cry, and yet she could blame no one but herself. He had warned her he could never be hers, had told her time and time again that he was no good for her, but she had refused to listen. Now... she had not even the wolves hateful words to distract her from the pain within her chest, she had tamed the angry beast and it no longer had the will to fight back, even if she had run away she doubted she would have been able to let it consume her. It was a docile, tamed thing now, it held no desire for death and destruction unless Ruby, herself commanded as such. She couldn't ever remember falling asleep, fading in and out of reality, hollowed by her own psyche, but she felt just as exhausted and the sun still refused to show itself beyond the vast expanse of countryside that she could see. If she slept, she had not slept long.
Thin fingers trailed up to scratch at the crusted tear tracks that froze along her cheeks. She swept the sleep from her eyes and with a quiet groan pushed herself up on her hands. She felt worse than when the trolls had snapped her like a twig. Couldn't they have just snapped her neck? Done something useful and save her from... whatever the hell this pain was that still beat within the confines of her chest? Life with such agony felt like a poor trade for death, and just as fast she scolded herself. Snow needed her. Charming needed her. Granny needed her, and that damn little girl she had saved a few days prior still needed her too. Such selfish thoughts were not for her to hold.
She slunk from the bed, wincing slightly in pain at where the hooks from the corset had dug into her skin and were now pulling free, when had she decided it had been a good idea to sleep in that? Out of instinct she reached behind her for the hood of her cloak, pulling it up onto her head. It will protect you from the wolf Red. Werewolves are repelled by the color red. A small smile trailed across her face as she remembered Granny's words, of course, what no one had told her at the time was that the cloak, was in fact, enchanted. It would protect her from no beast, but would stop her from turning into the wolf as long as she wore it. At the time it was her only defense and she had hid behind it, and as childish as it sounded now, it brought her equal amounts of comfort.
She rose to her feet slowly, she hadn't eaten a grave deal the night before, she had been too excited... oh how the world loved to screw her over. She moved slowly, night was still upon them and Dorian was more than likely sound asleep and had probably sent his guest away, awaiting her. She wondered how many times he had deceived her and how many times she had never raised a questioning brow. Such a stupid, stupid girl. So why did she stay, why couldn't she leave? Oh right... she loved him. She dropped her cloak to the floor and unlaced the corset, breathing a soft sigh of relief when the pressure was released from her waist. She slid open the door that led to the attached balcony and leaned against the railing. She welcomed the goose bumps that broke out across her flesh, it gave her a new sensation to focus on. Her gaze drifted up to Luna, she had never seen it through her own eyes, only the eyes of a wolf and she was a bit mesmerized by it now. A joyless smile pulled at her mouth and with no humor in her tone she laughed to Luna.
"I warned you I had a way of screwing everything up."
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Post by Dorian Gray on Jan 27, 2013 18:49:25 GMT -5
Dorian did not know how long he sat there. He was in a chair, shielded from any source of light by a particularly dense veil of darkness, biting his lip until it bled and trying to calm his racing heart, not only from the earlier... workout... but from the fear that now lurked within it for doing such a thing behind Ruby's back. He tried to justify it through thinking, bending the truth this way and that until is became something he could use to his advantage.
He had, he told himself, every right to do as he pleased. Ruby was not his wife. He wasn't even courting her. She was, in his mind, his mistress and someone that had simply spent an exceptional amount of time with him, more than most. She was just another who had seen the picture. The only to ever survive, but that was because she'd drawn out his emotions from staying too long. That was all, he justified, and no more. He was fortunate to have spent so much time in her presence and not get her pregnant, and she was nothing special to him. Nothing special enough, at least, to dispermit his sleeping with others. He'd told her. He was experimental. He was noncommittal and hard to hold onto. He loved everyone for something, and could not keep his hands off of any thing of beauty. That's why he'd spent so much time with her, but there had to be others to occupy his time too. He'd wondered once if it would ever be possible for him to be bound to only one. And she was the closest he had ever come--now he'd failed her. He should have known he could not do it.
He sighed in frustration. Just a woman, he told himself, and nothing more. But even then he knew that he was only lying to himself. He had stirrings for her. Reasons he had not killed her. Reasons why it made him feel remorse for sleeping with another. And quite frankly, he was angry with himself for it. Dorian watched with druken, angry, weary, guilty eyes as Ruby stirred in the bed, and he watched silently, still as she wrapped her red cloak about her body and got up, then dropping the cloak and croset. He caught his breath. He did not think she saw him. Perhaps that was for the better anyhow. She would probably push him down the stairs, stab a knife into him as maybe she thought he deserved. He almost did too.
She left the room, then, and he slammed the bottle down as she did. He did not care if she heard. A feeling came over him. For a moment, he was blinded with ire, unable to comprehend whether he wanted to go back to his lover or to see her face. And then, he bit his tongue and stood up, looking around for... some sign. No. He had to see her. To say something. Even if she killed him for it. He walked to the place where she was, silently appearing at her back to catch her unaware. Should she turn, she'd realize how close he was. In his drunken, low voice, he adapted her confession.
"Not you. Me."
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Post by Ruby on Jan 27, 2013 19:27:28 GMT -5
The wind whispered to her, a soft caress against her flesh, as if Luna herself was attempting to console her. She smiled tenderly at the childish thought. Her silent guardian and keeper of her curse. She had trouble imagining that something so beautiful could be the cause of something so vile as she, perhaps this was the wolves punishment, to be destroyed by that of which you held most dear. Her mother had done everything in her power to protect her, had taught her control. She had known her only a few scarce days and already the woman had claimed to love her dearly. Reds smile faded as she remembered impaling the woman on a pike. Her mother had cherished her and Red and ended her life. She cherished Dorian, and he was slowly destroying her, and in both cases the victim was powerless to stop it, or at least so it seemed.
The slamming of the glass made her jump, her senses were clouded not destroyed, and she highly doubted she would have even needed such heightened senses to hear that. Mentally she kicked herself for not being more aware of her surroundings, she had many enemies, and many more hungry for her power if it wasn't Dorian... Her sense of smell was clouded by the bitter scent of salt and even as the sound of footsteps drew near to her, she did not turn to face this stranger. It gave her an odd rush of adrenaline, not being able to determine who exactly was behind her, perhaps a serial killer, a rapist, some drunk who had followed the pretty bar maid as she went about her errands... not that they could hurt her. She had the strength, the power to break a mortal man against the railing should the need arise. She could be very dangerous when she wanted to be... but alas, no assailant to exploit her energy appeared, only a figure that dared draw far too close, reeking of alcohol and a familiar voice answering her laugh to the moon. She straightened, her muscles tensing and flexing. She didn't want to deal with anyone, least of all him. What was she to say? What was she to do? He had caught her... caught her too tightly for her to leave and yet she could not stay. She could not listen, smell him love someone else... so what could she do? For all of her strength she was powerless and she stayed silent, eyes scanning his barren lands. For several long moments she stayed silent, contemplating what she wished to say, each thought that ran threw her head seemed inadequate. Instead she molded her face into a picture of nonchalance. No emotions, no hints as to what she was feeling and she slowly turned to face him. Brief shock glittered through her eyes at how actually close he was to her, practically trapping her against the banister, but that too, quickly melted away until she became deceptively blank once again.
"You... you have done nothing but be who you are, it was my own stupidity that has brought me pain." Calm and perfectly at ease... she did not scream or move to hit him, as much as he seemed to be anticipating it. "I deluded myself into thinking that when you saved my life I meant more to you than cheap fling." Too calm, too quite, her fingers quivered in the fists of her hands, nails turned to claws piercing her own flesh and the feel of her own blood was a welcome distraction, it calmed her down. "Tell me what you want from me Dorian. Why save my life when surely you can find someone prettier, more gullible, anywhere everywhere. Tell me what you want from me, please."
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Post by Dorian Gray on Jan 27, 2013 20:03:49 GMT -5
Dorian wondered for a long time what caused him to be so callous. The answer was probably obvious--he had not been such as a child, then a youth, then a young man. And that was when he'd been frozen, forever young and forever cursed. Since this was the case, it had to be clear that it was when he'd made his deal with Satan that he'd never age. That was when he'd been condemned to never change. The painting held both his soul--the scars--and his ability to change who he was. The wonderful window that had briefly been opened by Ruby had been swallowed back up by the picture, so that he could never really be caring or kind or loving. He'd been so close a couple of weeks ago! Yes! But that had all receded. It was gone. He was back to who he'd always been and he had once warned her that he could not change, but it seemed she'd not believed him.
He had tried. She was too in love with him now and he knew it, even as Ruby tried very much to hide it. He could see past that facade she always wore, but he had always confined himself to knowing without sharing that knowledge. He did not wish to see her discomforted or disconcerted by him. But look! Helas! What had he gone and done? He'd betrayed her, in her eyes. In his own, of course, he saw nothing, because he could not. He could not love. And he had done what any good hedonist would do: he had found for himself another lover, one of a new gender, so that he might distance this one from his former as much as he could. Perhaps somewhere in his subconscience, he had been trying not to hurt her anymore than his body ruled he had to. But that he would not try to explain.
Would she chastise him for his actions? Did she know him to be pansexual? He wondered but bit his lip. He would not ask her that. She was keeping her back to him. Apparently, she wanted nothing of him and Dorian could not honestly blame her for it. Look what he'd done while she'd been away! He wondered for a moment if his... friend... was still asleep, as he had not yet made sure the study was locked. What if.... he went to kill the man now? To take away any chance? He nearly darted away to do so, because what was one more corpse in his grave?
But he did not move. Her words froze him.
"I told you," he said shortly, and took a long pause. He did not know how to tell her what he felt. But he would try and relay it again. "I've told you Ruby. You are too attached to me, sweetheart... I told you once that I cannot love and you seem to be in disbelief of that. Really. I cannot love you, and... and I suppose that I want you to not love me either. I do not know. I probably ask too much of you--I ask you to forgive everything I do, when you know full well I'm impossible to forgive."
He looked at her, pulled her around to face him. "Go if you want to. Stay. I don't mind either way. Know that I would be less of an infidele if I could, but I am incapable." His drunken words rang with some truth, and though his voice was forceful it was also quiet, and his eyes were calm. In a sudden rush, a sudden need to make her stay, he grabbed her and pulled her to him, taking both of them toward the railing until he had her leaning backwards over it, and he kissed her.
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Post by Ruby on Jan 27, 2013 20:36:40 GMT -5
She had wondered many times if there was but a second part too her curse, it seemed far too sweet that she would only be effected a scarce few times a year. Red was a kind soul, she fixed the broken hearted, saved lives, helped in any way she could... however, there was a different side to her, a side connected with the wolf that had spread to Ruby like a vile toxin, it filled her veins with hatred and malice, tainting her with a desire for blood, for death. Normally such a fierce side of her was kept under lock and key, she hid that side that yearned for blood, far away from anyone and everything, not even Dorian knew the extent of which she controlled it. She wondered if it was linked invariably to her curse, if that was why a great many of her people grew mad and feral, plaguing the earth and killing anything and everything they came across, would such a thing happen to her if she forfeited her control?
She did not ask of him, what she meant to him for that would have been meant with aggression and anger, that was demanding of feelings, instead she had asked what he wanted her to do and let him interpret her question however he may. His words came slowly, as if they tried to pierce through his drunken haze, she waited, green eyes intense. His words came swiftly but they did nothing to a bade her. Her teeth tore into her tongue until it bled once more and the coppery taste of blood overwhelmed her and she swallowed hard. She needed to run, needed to flee, before she did something rash and stupid, ever the creature of impulse. Running, was not self harming, now would it harm Dorian's...guest... and God help her she wanted to rip him apart. This was insanity, this wasn't her and she needed time to think, but Dorian would give her none. He never did. He whipped her around such harsh words cracking from his tongue and she could feel his breath ghost across her face.
In his drunken haze, however he had gotten careless and she could see the flickering of something in those onyx pools no matter how much he tried to fight it. He was not so cold or callous as he pretended to be. He did not love her, but he felt something for her, and his actions, although they caught her entirely off guard, only confirmed it. He slammed her body against his and took her backwards until her spine was forced to arch over the railing before he brought his mouth to hers in a tangle of lips, tongues and teeth. He was damned just as she. He couldn't let her go, but he could not keep her. If she left he would hunt her down, maybe not tomorrow, or the next day, but eventually he would seek her out, it seemed they were damned to do this dance forever. With a snarl, she consumed his tongue, fought him for dominance and control and dug her nails into his back. She was screwed the moment he kissed her, she knew that, it had been far too long since she had him last...almost two months? At least... from when it had been pleasurable for her. Yanking him backwards by the hair, she pulled him backwards until his back met the brick and mortar of his own mansion.
"I hate you Dorian Gray. I hate you for making me love you the way I do. But I swear on everything that I hold dear, that you better wear me down until I forget my name." She hissed against his mouth, kissing him furiously, until she was short for breath and panting before she finished. "Or your friend... I swear I will tear his heart out with naught but my teeth." The snarl came wicked and while her eyes were clouded in lust they held a dark promise, she would kill him, and she would do it with pleasure.
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Post by Dorian Gray on Jan 27, 2013 21:35:38 GMT -5
Dorian thought sometimes that perhaps he should fear Ruby more than he did, due to her curse, but he knew the nature of magic and so for whatever reason, good or ill, he had never been too afraid of her. He was drawn to darkness naturally. He was addicted to many things, he knew, and so did she, and darkness was one of them. Opium he'd lost. Alcohol did little for him any longer. Sex still ignited him, and so it was what he clung to. But darkness--darkness followed him all his days, and it was something from which Dorian was unable to escape. It was his hiding place and his second curse. Not to mention his deal with Gold, which she still had yet to learn of. Och. He would be loathe to ever let her know about it, now that he understood that which he'd done.
Ruby, he was afraid, would not take his words or actions well, but it seemed to be quite the contrary upon happening. He meant to kiss her to scare her into staying, knowing she could never leave him upon such an occurance. But she kissed him back, and fervently. And... Goddamn, she was going to be the death of him. She not only kissed him, she branded him. She was apparently as intent on taking him as he had originally been on asking her forgiveness.
He took it all in stride, and reacted with heightened senses from both the alcohol and the cold chill and crispness of the night air. But she was fighting him. She wanted to dominate him, to control him. And he was going to have to let her, because should he not, he feared that she would either leave for good or kill him, a coward in good standing. He knew her well, he thought. He could see her intentions from the glares and gleams in her pretty green eyes. And their relationship was forever stuck this way: he was going to be her slave and she his. They would spend their nights in a sort of love, and their days in catfights. And he would never be good or loyal but she would always come back for him.
His lips tore into her mouth. His tongue took hers. But he let her rule him this time. She pushed him backwards until she was the one in control, and he smirked. "You'll have me out here, then?" he laughed between wicked kisses. And nonchalantly, he answered her threats. Not that he cared for the man in his bed. It was a fling. It was a new experience, one that he'd not had in God knew how long. This man was only Dorian's Ganymede. Nothing more. "For all I care, go ahead. He was... an experiment." He felt that maybe to anger her might bring him some more pain, but it was a good laugh nonetheless.
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Post by Ruby on Jan 27, 2013 22:09:36 GMT -5
She could imagine that the blood she tasted in her mouth belonged to whatever toy Dorian had procured and brought back. She could feel his warm flesh beneath the pads of her paws as her talons ripped his limbs from his body, she could smell the scent of his urine as he realized this monster, this beast would be the last thing he ever saw, she could taste the cartilage on the rings of his trachea and hear the sound of his last gurgled screams as she tore it from his throat and she shoved Dorian away from her... hard. She backed away quickly, her breath coming in ragged gasps and her now gold eyes flickering up towards the moon instinctively. One hand to her own throat and one to her chest. She could hear her spine snapping and crackling, itching to shift, itching to make that dark fantasy a reality and Red closed her eyes, forcing the monster back into his cage, willing the beast to leave, and only when she was positive she had regained some semblance of control of herself did she look back to the man she claimed to love, and just as fast her eyes trailed to the shut door of the bedroom. If she focused, she could hear the toy breathing as he slumbered. She would kill him. She decided. But not tonight, she would not stain Dorian's mansion. She would stalk him, haunt him, destroy him piece by piece and break him down until naught remained and he begged her for death, but that would take time, and patience, neither of which she possessed at the present.
"It would be wise not to tempt me. I cannot guarantee your safety if you continue to whisper such things." She forced herself to breathe, forced the flickering gold to leave her eyes and slowly she moved back towards him, calm and collected as she possibly could be. She chewed her bottom lip thoughtfully, cocking her head to the side thoughtfully. "You kill me love in the worst of ways. Did you know, I spent a vast majority of the evening gathering strawberries, honey, physicians notes... so we could play? I spent half the week plotting how I would surprise you and I come home to you screwing some nameless face. How utterly ironic." Came the dry sarcasm. "Have you ever wondered why I haven't killed you? It's not because I love you. I have killed two people I have loved, the first I quite literally tore limb from limb and the second was impaled on a rather large spike. I haven't killed you because despite your unmatchable callousness and your distance towards seemingly everyone and everything, you care for me, more than you care to admit. It is why you didn't kill me when I discovered your painting, its why you kept coming back for me, its why you saved my life, its why you stand before me now, despite the fact that you have a more than willing lover in the other room, its why you stayed and approached me to apologize, when you could have slipped away and pretend you never saw me, and no one has ever cared enough about a monster to do even half of that. You may not love me, but it's awful damn close."
She coiled her fingers around his chin and pulled him too her, she took his mouth, but she conceded to his own control. She needed him to conquer her for once, she wanted his passions unleashed, she did not want him restrained or holding back, she wanted to see what he looked like when he snapped, anger, lust, love, violence... she wanted all of it from him.
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Post by Dorian Gray on Jan 28, 2013 17:18:36 GMT -5
There was this look, terrifying and yet distant, that haunted Ruby's emerald eyes and Dorian pulled his head back in disconcerted concern. She was thinking something, and he could tell from the look on her face that it was not something tasteful or good. Her eyes were those of the wolf for a moment and she pushed him away, forcing him to crash violently against the outside wall of his manor and nearly knocking the breath from him. She looked at the moon and it was his final sign that she was mid-thought thinking about whether or not to shift. He hoped, for his sake and the Ganymede in his chamber's that she wouldn't and watched with bated breath as she regained control of her human self. He caught his breath again and pushed a lock of dark hair from his jaundiced face.
"Is that the reason for all the... for all the beastiality?" he asked, nearly in a whisper, his face plastered with serious thought and now worry. "It was merely a joke. Don't you dare go and kill him, Ruby Red. I would have your head for it. Let him go. You don't need any more blood on your hands." He'd nearly said paws... That may have been a bit of a mistake, had he not missed it. Dorian sighed and took a step toward her.
He looked at her with defensive narcissism gleaming in his eyes. He set himself above all others, he was first and foremost. If only to save himself, he said, "I do apologize, Ruby. We might still... play. If that is what you want of me, pray. Do not be so angry. Have you bound yourself to me without telling me? I see no ring on my finger. I recall no asking of you to be courted by me. I am utterly unattached in relationships, sweetheart. How... foolish you must be, to think I love no one but thee." He'd read that once somewhere. Then he caught it. He'd implied that he loved her. The fool was he, now. He snarled in agitation. "But really, Ruby, I suppose you may take my hospitality as you please." Now he was in deep water. He'd said something he should not have said, and now he was... angry at her again? How could so many things course through such thick blood?
She pulled him near, and he whispered, "I may take delight in everyone I choose... But none compare to thee." If she was still angry with him, especially for his last words, perhaps this would quell her ire. He returned her kisses but ceded himself to her, to do as she liked. He did not take control her.
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Post by Ruby on Jan 28, 2013 18:06:17 GMT -5
A wicked, nasty vile grin curled her mouth as he refused to control her. He truly did not get it did he? She was fighting her very core, her very nature, her very soul to keep his precious pet alive. Luna called to her, whispered such precious nothings, willing her, begging her to the end the life of the one that caused her so much pain. It was Luna whom she was a true slave too, her desperate pleas and calls consumed her. It was all she could hear ringing in her head and he would not distract her damn him. Did he not understand that her very nature was screaming to take the precious life that slumbered unaware mere footsteps away? His words however whipped through her muddled brain, snapping her focus and forcing her to think and she released him as he spoke moving away as though he had burned her.
"A jest?" She murmured distracted, Her eyes trailed back to the moon, it was stronger now, the pull to escape, the pull to kill, the pull to run, the pull to destroy... she took two steps towards the balcony doors, intent only for a moment on obeying before she fought it once again, bringing her hand up to her skull and running it angrily through her hair. Damn. She slowed her breathing, forced herself to focus. She wanted to kill him. She wanted to kill him so terribly bad and she needed something to distract her, but Dorian was too exhausted, he wouldn't be able to keep up with her and in that heightened state of pleasure, she would obey Luna, whether she meant too or not, and then he spoke again, fueling her anger, only to shatter it completely with his last line, before she could think too much on the implications of that, her mind quickly supplied her of his drunkenness, he more than likely had let himself slip. He wouldn't remember any of this in the morning and suddenly she wanted to kill him. She wanted to make him bleed as his lies now made her bleed, she wanted to hurt him like he had hurt her... even if such things were true, and he did love her, he would never admit it and he would never be hers.
"You do not want to play Dorian. Not even you have that kind of stamina, unless your toy has been so inadequate." She doubted such things, she had listened to his moans and pleas and he certainly hadn't sounded displeased.
"And I can't play... because you won't be able to keep up, and I won't be able to resist a side of me that I don't particularly want anyone seeing, not with Luna shining so brightly." Instinctively her eyes flickered back to the moon, her curse cooing to her in the utter blackness of the night. She kissed him, gentle and not filled with passion, proving to herself that she could in fact reign in her beast. She released him just as softly, her green eyes flickering between those two onyx pools, he would not win her anger, not today. A gentle smile curled her mouth and she brought her fingers up to stroke his lips but once.
"Goodbye Dorian." She vanished from his side, slipping back into his manor, grabbing her things from the floor, she threw the cloak over her shoulders and slipped from the bedroom, leaving little trace, besides Dorian himself, that she was ever there.
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