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Post by Dante Fuilteach on Jan 13, 2014 23:22:16 GMT
Dante sighed, smiling slightly. "Ah, but that's what makes your beauty all the more tragic and compelling! I think I will always ache for a mortal's touch, no matter how old I become. I think I understand now why my father waited so long before offering the Dark Gift to my mother." He trailed two fingertips along the throb of her pulse, the indigo blush that marked her veins. "It's such a gift to have a heartbeat, dear Silvery." He bowed his head, and pressed a soft, chilly kiss to her wrist.
He looked up at her, and gave a cheeky grin. "Crying? Dearest Silvery, blood tears are impure. They're not true vampire blood. They tend to be tinged with the same salt tears that fall from mortal eyes. You want vampire blood, not tears." He pulled back his lace cuff, exposing his own milk pale wrist, and raised it to his mouth. "You may want to look away for a moment," he cautioned, and bit into his wrist, causing a superficial wound. Blood pooled to the surface a few moments later, and he positioned the wound over the nearest vial, catching the dark crimson liquid as it dripped.
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Post by Silvery Bletchley on Jan 14, 2014 15:14:41 GMT
Silvery's eyes closed when his cold lips touched her wrist. She leaned her head to the side and opened them slowly, then whispered. "I understand your point. But you won't change my mind."
She couldn't help but smile at his cheeky grin. "Blood, not tears. Got it." She briefly considered looking away as he suggested but was too intrigued to miss it. She watched in absolute fascination as the scene played out in front of her, almost as if in slow motion. He was bleeding for her! she thought. This was a big deal. Vampires didn't give their blood away to just anybody.
Although her thoughts were running away with her she was still able to hold the vial perfectly still for him, not one drop was allowed to go to waste. "I really appreciate what you're doing for me Dante. You're amazing, you know that? Well, I know you know that. I mean in ways that… ugh! Never mind." She quickly gave up trying to explain herself and laughed.
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Post by Dante Fuilteach on Jan 14, 2014 20:16:05 GMT
Dante winced a little, his teeth clenched together as he bled first into one vial, and then the other. The wound was healing rapidly, but not rapidly enough that he might have to reopen it. He flexed his wrist as the edges of the bite knit back together, and made a face at the sensation.
"Always happy to bleed for my friends," Dante said blithely, and winked at her. "One of those should be carried on your person, either in your pocket, or around your neck for easy access. The other? You may use it in your potions, or for your most dire of medical emergencies. It will heal all but the most terminal of wounds."
He smiled broadly, basking in her compliments. "Oh, do go on," he encouraged. "You've barely scratched the surface. Haven't you a kind word for my impeccable cheekbones, the flawless cupid's bow of my upper lip, or the subtle pout of my lower lip?" He knew he was teasing, and grinned as he placed cork stoppers in the mouths of the vials, closing them securely. He gently cupped both her hands in his, and raised them to his lips, kissing the tiniest drop of his blood that had landed on her hand.
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Post by Silvery Bletchley on Jan 14, 2014 21:18:37 GMT
Silvery couldn't help but laugh. Yes… yes, all those things and so much more. If he could only see himself through her eyes, a mortal's eyes… "Oh no, no. I'd go on and on forever. And I don't have forever, remember?" She replied with a smirk.
She smiled coyly when he kissed her hands. "Thank you, Dante. I'm truly grateful." She said as she reciprocated his gesture, bringing his hands up to her own lips before he let go of hers. She sighed deeply, almost longingly. "Smooth, cold and flawless… like living alabaster. Such perfection. I want you and I want to be like you. Sweet torture, that's what I should call you."
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Post by Dante Fuilteach on Jan 16, 2014 1:37:12 GMT
"Were it permitted, I would offer you forever," Dante teased. "But what a crime it would be to rob those cheeks of their rosy glow!" He let her kiss his hands, preening at the attention. "Yes, perfection is what I am. My sister, were she quite herself, would insist I am nothing more than a dreadful fop! But you should see yourself through an immortal's eyes, sweet Silvery." He stood up, amber eyes twinkling, and he suggested almost shyly, "Shall I sing it to you, my dear?" Without waiting for encouragement or denial, he broke into song, pitch perfect and flawless as all vampire musicians were in their mimicry, and giving a peerless rendition of the old Irish style of singing known as sean-nós. " Where Lagan stream sings lullabies, there blows a lily fair. The twilight gleam is in her eyes, the night is on her hair. And like a love-sick leannán-sídhe, She hath my heart in thrall! No life I own, no liberty, With love as lord of all.
And sometimes when the beetle's horn Hath lulled the eve to sleep, I steal unto her shieling lorn, And through the dooring peep. There on the cricket's singing stone, She stirs the bogwood fire, And hums in soft, sweet undertones The song of heart's desire/" He knew he was teasing her, but he could hardly help himself. It had been so long since anyone thought him beautiful, least of all himself.
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Post by Silvery Bletchley on Jan 16, 2014 17:34:27 GMT
As if his teasing and complimenting words were not enough, he started to sing to her. His voice… His voice was so beautiful. Just as beautiful as he was, if not more. So perfect that she wondered how someone with the voice of an angel could ever consider himself a monster. She gazed at him in awe, mesmerised by every word, every single note.
When his song was finished a heavy curtain of silence fell in the room. She closed her eyes, a single tear rolling slowly down her cheek. Did he know what he was doing to her? Did he affect everyone this way, or was she so infatuated with him that a simple song could make her feel so… emotional. This wasn't like her. She took a deep slow breath before finally breaking the silence. Her words low and shaky.
"I… don't know what to say after that."
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Post by Dante Fuilteach on Jan 17, 2014 0:49:53 GMT
Dante stooped, and cupped her cheek in his hand, brushing away her tear with his thumb. He knew he was being cruel. He could hear it in every beat of her heart, the trembling of her voice.
"Then remember what I am, Silvery dear. I am the brat prince of my people, and my people are renowned for their cruelty. Remember the tale of the scorpion and the frog, and what happens when you trust someone with the power to wound you deeply. I know how spellbinding I am ... how could I not? But I also know that those who fall for my charms often end up hurt, and you have been such a good friend to Ophelia, I could not bear the thought of hurting you."
He gave her a rather sad smile, remaining where he was, his hand softly cupping her cheek. "Isn't it funny how people can change?" he whispered. "How the brat prince has matured! The Vatican must be informed of a bona fide miracle."
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Post by Silvery Bletchley on Jan 17, 2014 15:48:17 GMT
Silvery sighed, placing her hand over his as it caressed her cheek. She really wasn't asking Dante for anything, she just couldn't help how he made her feel. And she figured that her situation with Miles was probably adding some fuel to that fire. Perhaps Dante could read it in her eyes, or hear it in her heartbeat. But no, she wasn't asking... was she?
She smiled weakly, her eyes now dry but still gleaming. "Yeah well, I can't seem to learn that lesson. I always end up being the frog." She leaned in slowly and kissed his cheek. "It's okay Dante. I have a million feelings for you but your friendship is the most important. You've already given me that. And yes, I do believe I'll be sending a letter to the Vatican about you." She gave a small laugh. "It was about time for it too."
Her laugh faded a little and a distant look appeared in her eyes. "Now if you could find my husband and get him to appreciate all those things about me the way that you do... now that would be a miracle." She shook her head and straightened up. "Forget I said that, okay? It's getting late. I should probably go. I'll stop by St. Mungo's tomorrow to see Ophelia." She lifted one of the vials of his blood and pressed it to her heart. "Thanks to you I'll feel much more at ease this time."
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Post by Dante Fuilteach on Jan 18, 2014 4:42:43 GMT
Dante leaned forward, and pressed a chaste kiss to her forehead.
"I have been rather cruel to you, dearest Silvery," he apologised. "It is second nature to me to flirt and to woo, and I often forget that I shouldn't be such a dreadful tease. Forgive me?"
He bowed his head, smiling a little. It really was rather a miracle that he had matured so much. All it had taken was a near death experience, and a couple of years living as a repulsive parody of the beauty he had once been. "Don't go setting the Vatican on me! I'd end up raiding their library of forbidden books, and stealing half of their artworks."
He frowned a little, displeased to hear that Silvery's husband was so distant. It had been the same with Ophelia, and while she had been understanding at first the loneliness eventually overcame her.
"I can't pretend I didn't hear that," he said firmly. "If you like, I could have a little chat with Bletchley about appreciating the fine woman he has, and remind him of what happens when a beautiful woman is left lonely."
He sighed, and stood up, holding out his hand to help her up. "Thank you again, for going to see her. She is not a typical vampire at all. We tend to be solitary types, but she has too much of her mortal mother to her nature. I'm sure my blood will protect you if she loses herself."
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Post by Silvery Bletchley on Jan 23, 2014 14:51:07 GMT
Silvery smirked at the notion of Dante having a little talk with Miles. "Sure. Give him a little scare, will you? If you find him, that is."
She gave him her hand and allowed him to help her up. "There's no need to thank me Dante. I want to help your sister, even if friendly company is the only thing I can offer her." She slipped the blood vials in a pocket hidden in the folds of her skirt then reached up and gave him a warm hug. "Thanks again, Dante... for everything. I wish you the speediest of recoveries. And don't mature too much, okay? We wouldn't want you turning into your father, now would we?" She smiled playfully then took a step back, giving herself room to disapparate.
She lowered herself into a deep curtsy and said... "Avoir une bonne nuit, Monsieur Vampire." She finished her sentence with a French accent, still smiling playfully. "I'll be dreaming about you tonight." She then stood up, nodded her head by way of goodbye and turned on the spot, disappearing in what seemed like one graceful motion. A candle on the table nearby flickered in her wake.
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