Sephora Forrest
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Post by Sephora Forrest on Jan 11, 2010 4:55:12 GMT 1
Ok, there was most definitely something gay going on here. Sephora looked between Si and Dacian, and was wondering whether it would be wise to ask Silas about their ‘relationship’ later on. She may not want to know. She threw a weird look at Dacian, and was beginning to wonder whether this was some sort of kinky foreplay.
The vampire lunged at her, and she flinched slightly as anyone would do when a large heavy object was flying through the air towards them. Luckily it was stopped by Silas’s magical invisible box, and she grinned cheekily – unable to resist poking her tongue out at the vampire. Probably not the wisest move considering, but anyway.
She walked back over to stand just behind Silas, laughing as he commanded Dacian to sit down. This was better than any entertainment she had elsewhere by far! Talk about drama – there seemed to be a bit of a lover’s tiff going on. Maybe they’d had a rather messy break up in the past. Hang on, hang on – why was she even thinking about this? It wasn’t television for goodness sake, or some sitcom. She cleared her thoughts and concentrated back to the scene in front of her, trying as hard as possible to ignore the gay vibes that were leaking off every word being said.
… That was until Dacian replied to Silas’s question. She really did laugh now, and had to cover her mouth with a hand to cover up any fang exposure. She wasn’t sure why, but she felt the need to keep her half vampirism secret from the other vampire, that is if he hadn’t worked it out already. Normally she didn’t laugh at things like this but the situation and her current mindset made it impossible not to react.
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Post by Silas Rosier on Jan 11, 2010 19:38:40 GMT 1
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... No. There was no way that was intentional. Come on. This was Dacian they were talking about. The force that had gone into those words didn’t in any way imply a joke, suggestive or otherwise. Somehow that made it all the more hilarious. Judging by Sephora’s ringing laughter, she seemed to agree.
“Damn, Love, you’re going to make me hot under the collar at this rate. Sure you want to lock in that word choice?” he challenged, unable to hold back a short laugh.
And then Dacian had to do it again with another comment about stiff body parts. Jesus. The sizeable grin on Silas’s face wasn’t faked this time, although the difference between them both was difficult to tell at the best of times. Oh come on. Sephora was laughing again and Silas quickly decided the liked the sound, not in the least because it meant Dacian was inadvertently making a massive idiot out of himself.
... Okay. There was no way he couldn’t take the bait on that one. Dacian was just... This was a whole new level of asking for it.
Silas raised an eyebrow exaggeratedly before continuing with a tone of mock-suggestiveness. “We’ll see what else stiffens by the end of this evening,” he said with rather telling glance downwards to the front of the other mans trousers. “You’re into this whole sadomasochism thing aren’t you? I have no idea why else you’d keep getting yourself in these messes, Love.
“Although, don’t get me wrong, I am glad to have you back. For a while there you had me worried I’d actually killed you. Was it that hard to send me a postcard from wherever you were? I mean really. That’s just rude.”
Little white lies never hurt anyone, but after this he was going to have to try and steer things back on topic. As far as conversation derailments went, this one was taking the cake.
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Dacian
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Post by Dacian on Jan 12, 2010 7:11:12 GMT 1
Dacian made a mental note to bite that tongue of hers, and he leaned heavily on the barrier with one shoulder as he began to feel increasingly under the weather (a stupid phrase, as you were generally always underneath the weather with its tendency to come from the sky and all). He was fairly sure he might be building a fever, as the way the conversation went was either a delusion, or Silas was mad, not to mention depraved.
The vampire stared for a good long while, mostly frowning. His head was really hurting. He could have sworn Silas was flirting with him. Badly. The only thing that did make sense, and was almost a relief, was the taunt about being a pervert. That, Dacian could handle. “I am not a masochist.” He growled, almost intentionally missing out the sadist part. Would he enjoy hurting Silas right now? Oh yes.
In too much pain to respond to too much else, Dacian backed away from the wizard to lean the darkest corner of his new cell. His head felt like it was cracking open, not to mention his jaw might unhinge at any time. Talking was out. He needed a meal and soon. His insides were clawing at each other, and he had half a mind to tell them to stop it. His heart was beginning to beat in earnest. Not a beat that would keep any human alive, but twice every minute was on his high score list.
Dacian could not suppress a moan, and he put a hand to the front of his skull to hold it on there. He really hoped Silas shut up soon. At least his hearing was beginning to dull, and that was a small mercy. Maybe if he ignored Silas he would go away.
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Sephora Forrest
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Dhampir
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Post by Sephora Forrest on Jan 12, 2010 7:47:52 GMT 1
Sephora could have died laughing. What had seemed like a dire situation to begin with had turned out into something thoroughly enjoyable. She hadn’t laughed this much in years. By this point though she was beginning to get the suggestion that Si was only making up such pointed comments to tease the vampire, which Sephora had to admit made the situation a little less awkward at least. Which just made things funnier.
Not that this didn’t mean she wasn’t going to question Silas about it all later - those kind of comments clearly had a history, especially the whole Love thing. If this conversation was anything to go by, the reason behind it all would probably be rather funny too, and in her currently good mood, she felt like laughing some more.
She threw a look at Silas when death was mentioned. He’d killed Dacian before. Or at least tried to. A small shiver went down her spine - and she made a mental note not to get on Silas’s bad side. Absently, she also wondered whether that was where Dacian had gotten his scars. Definitely didn’t want to get on Si’s bad side.
Now the jokes and consequently her laugher, had died down, she settled down to watch any death match that may occur when an odd sound distracted her. There were three heartbeats nearby, including her own. She jerked her head around, in case another civilian might be coming and discover them like this. But the street was deserted on either side of them. And besides, the sound was coming from in front of her - Dacian.
“Si, are vampires supposed to have a heart beat?” she asked in a hushed voice behind her hand, leaning towards him so he’d hear. Of course, if she could indeed hear the vampire’s heartbeat then he would have heard her, but oh well.
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Post by Silas Rosier on Jan 17, 2010 8:52:42 GMT 1
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Although, shit, he seemed to be taking it all rather well, considering. Silas wasn’t even sure if he was disappointed or not. He was actually starting to miss Dacian’s usual threats of grievous bodily harm. They were always good for a laugh. Maybe the events at the shack had cowed Dacian’s confidence more than he’d first thought.
He was about to steer things back onto business when Sephora interrupted. He was feeling unusually amiable as far as she was concerned and Dacian wasn’t being helpful anyway, so the disruption didn't bother him. Her question made him pause, however. Vampires having heart-bearts, what? “No,” he replied, the slightest measure of confusion noticeable in his voice. “Not unless you—”
Hang on.
Silas broke off, peering hard at Dacian. And, well, fuck, no wonder he’d missed it before; the dark was making it damn near impossible to see anything. Now that his vision had adjusted properly, sure enough, he could spot a large mark shadowing part of Dacian’s face. He’d been too busy making fun of him to pay attention.
“Holy shit Seph,” Silas laughed, his face spreading into that huge grin again. “I think I love you.” This really shouldn’t be that funny.
“It’s the crucifix,” he explained, still in that light, entertained tone wholly unsuited to their current situation. “Holy items try to reset their bodies. And I mean, shit, I’d propose but I don’t have a ring on me.”
He turned towards the vampire again, “Good God Love, I actually think I feel sorry for you now. Can you do anything right?” he laughed. “How’s this? Play nice, answer my questions like a good boy, and I’ll cut you some slack.”
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Dacian
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Post by Dacian on Jan 18, 2010 14:27:42 GMT 1
Dacian had the vague feeling of being mocked, but his head was throbbing far too much to pay attention to the gawkers at his cell wall. He slid slowly down the wall, sitting now in the far corner, holding his hands to his head. This was really beginning to hurt. Even the neck injury Silas had given him hadn’t hurt his head this much.
The vampire glared out at his captor, infuriated by the solid transparent wall between them. He’d make an exception to his usual rule if he could bite Silas right now. He bared his fangs, and made an effort to hear and understand what was being said.
Fine, he wanted answers? Dacian wondered how much he already knew. His dirty little vampire minion had already found him twice, and had no doubt reported back to Silas. “London.”
The strain of moving his jaw showed with the grimace he held while speaking, but he could at least be smug that he’d managed to avoid Silas this long. He was hardly going to mention the coven, so if Silas wanted details, he wasn’t getting any. Dacian proudly maintained his scowl. Even trapped in a box, his ego was fighting strong.
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Sephora Forrest
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Dhampir
Enjoys a bite to eat from time to time...
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Post by Sephora Forrest on Jan 18, 2010 15:54:15 GMT 1
Sephora raised an eyebrow at the fact Silas hadn’t noticed the giant red mark on Dacian’s face yet, but she supposed he didn’t have the same eyesight that she did. But still. Dacian was still looking like he was inventing any number of inventive and excruciating ways to kill Si in his mind, but at the same time looked incredibly pained. Well, that’d serve him right to think of her as dinner.
Hang on. She blinked at Silas. Had he just said he loved her? What the fuck? That was unexpected. And perhaps overreacting much? She’d just slapped a vampire across the face with a holy item, no biggie. Actually it was funny. She laughed, since it was a pretty funny joke. And if it wasn’t Si was Bi.
She watched as the older vampire glared back out at them: more at Silas than her, even though she’d put the mark that was paining him on his face. She would probably feel just as bad in a similar situation – she had been in similar situations actually. Not fun. And she would feel sorry for him… but she was essentially a selfish creature. And didn’t take kindly to being eaten.
Her nerves twisted slightly at the thought of Dacian running free around London. How many other vampires could occupy the city? Unpleasant as the thought was, she had to admit she’d taken care of him once already, and with any luck he wouldn’t be coming near her any time soon. Silas would get her out of any mess a vampire might get her into anyway. Backup was a very nice thing. Especially when it was funny.
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Post by Silas Rosier on Jan 18, 2010 16:27:10 GMT 1
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Oh ha ha. Hilarious.
“Well, no shit Sherlock,” Silas replied, deadpan. “What do you take me for? I know that part.”
The smiles died. Laughter faded. It was like someone had flicked a switch and Silas had been replaced by an exact duplicate in all but demeanour. His patience – what little there was – had run out without warning. The game was no longer fun. He wanted his answers. Now.
“Tut, Love. If you don’t start giving me details about what you’ve been doing I’m going to have to find other ways to entertain myself with you. I know you didn’t survive on your own. Question is, what aren’t you telling me?”
It wasn’t a hard deduction to make. He’d come back for the body, Dacian had been missing, and seeing as he knew for a fact that a) he’d been left where direct sunlight was due to hit, b) vampires didn’t heal that fast, and c) he wasn’t dead, there had to have been some intervention present. He’d thought at the time Dacian had just crisped when the morning arrived. Apparently not.
“How’s this? I feel like being creative. We’ll start with incarcerous, shall we? You remember that one right? Silver ropes bound so tight they burrow into the flesh. Then, one of these:” Silas dropped his hand down the front of his shirt and pulled out the small, worn metal crucifix. “Two applications, one in each eye, forever blind. I have a number of boxes at home, ones that would fit you just fine if we snapped your spine in half. Again. Magically sealed, locked tight, buried twelve feet below the ground. Forever. And I won’t even kill you first. That would just be mean.”
Silas let the words hang.
“Now,” he smirked, voice steadily regaining its old chipper tone. “Feel like talking? Or sing. Sing for me Dacian. Sing for me everything. You wouldn’t want for me to start thinking sparing your life that night at the shack was a mistake, would you? Sing for me and you walk out of here. Keep being coy and we’ll see how much longer my mercy lasts.”
And if Dacian managed to implicate himself in Jac’s attack, so much the better. Not that he needed an excuse to kill him, but it would certainly help with justification.
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Dacian
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Post by Dacian on Jan 19, 2010 20:29:08 GMT 1
[atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=background,http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v36/Tigeress/Random/postscripts/daci.png][bg=000000][atrb=style,background-position: top; background-repeat: no-repeat; padding: 220px 65px 65px 65px;]Dacian was quite content to ignore Silas on the assumption he’d go away if he refused to entertain him any longer. The vampire eased back into the corner of his magical cell, even neglecting to glare in favour of nursing his throbbing head. Why did Silas insist on talking? He wasn’t going to play his games, so he should save his breath and go gloat elsewhere.
Of course Silas never did anything Dacian expected, which was probably why he always found himself in situations like this. The vampire sighed, and the cool air in his lungs was strangely refreshing. He really hated crucifix burns, they reminded him of what it was to be mortal, and he couldn’t always pretend that he didn’t miss it. Feeling his heart with every beat, the regular expanding and contracting of his chest. Silas was ruining the moment with his jabbering, and Dacian turned his dark gaze back on the wizard.
He wanted to know how he’d gotten away? Dacian snorted. Yeah, right, because he was going to tell him that so his enemy knew what not to do wrong next time. He was about to reply with a sarcastic comment along those lines when Silas pulled on a chain that had until now been consealed by his shirt.
The vampire gave a visible jerk, retreating even further into the corner. His eyes widened a fraction, and he suddenly found every one of Silas’ words coming to him loud and clear. Threats. Now that was one thing that Dacian understood. He should have revised the situation before now. He blamed the distraction of the burning half of his face caused for the lack of concern he had expressed at being trapped by the only man in decades to make a really good attempt at killing him. His head and been half off, he’d been paralysed. Without divine intervention, he would have been dead.
Silas had almost killed him.
The recollection of the terror he’d felt when he saw no hope in sight that night, when he thought the sun would come for him, hit him full force. Adding to the terrifying sight of yet another crucifix, Dacian heart pounded in his ears. “Shit.” He scrambled up, pressing himself back into the corner, his eyes riveted on the glowing cross suspended around Silas’ neck.
The vampire was scared, and that was before the threat of being buried alive. After that, Dacian would do anything to escape. “Vampire coven.” He croaked. So much for keeping that secret. “They saved me.” He added hastily. His most immediate threat was no longer the coven. Dacian believed one-hundred percent that Silas would do every one of those horrifying things to him, and that was a very powerful motivator. What was left of Dacian’s ego had fled, leaving him pathetic at the wizard’s mercy. The question of why Silas needed to know how he was alive when he was declaring he had spared him was beyond the vampire’s comprehension.
How in Hell did he manage to fall for these traps every time? He really hated wizards.
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Sephora Forrest
Vampire
Dhampir
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Post by Sephora Forrest on Jan 20, 2010 15:09:51 GMT 1
Sephora jerked her head in Silas’s direction at the sudden change of mood. Weird. Still, the vampire was hardly being cooperative. Her own temper was hardly up to scratch wjhem other people were being difficult. Silas must just be tired of humouring Dacian by now. She didn’t blame him. His vocabulary seemed to be limited to one or two word answers.
The vampire had retreated into the shadows again, looking somewhat like a brooding sulking child. Ok, maybe not a child. Brooding and sulking definitely though.
In her current state where her own life could possibly be at stake, death threats that should have terrified her had she considered the implications of them were actually comforting. She was no stranger to them herself - they were useful for loosening people’s tongues and getting what you wanted remarkably quickly. Silas’s death threats were certainly more… creative, than what she’d occasionally used in the past, but none the less they were clearly working.
The threats along with the appearance of another crucifix had finally invoked a reaction from Dacian’s form, and he jerked - clearly scared. Sephora was mentally taking notes for future reference. The older male vampire was more than scared: that was terror in his eyes.
Sephora actually jerked a little at the mention of the vampire coven. Sam had been one of them hadn’t he? Personally - she wanted to keep off their radar as much as possible. She didn’t like the sound of them, and besides - a giant cluster of vampires? There was no way she was going near that. The fact that Dacian was clearly an ally of theirs only enforced her wariness and apprehension about the whole thing. She didn’t like it. It made her very, very nervous.
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