bloodied

                 HIS HEAD THROWS BACK with mirth, clutching his cup of mead tightly. A pirate in his regiment seemed ridiculous. Especially one so small. “ Please do not take offense but you don’t look like a solider. ” Certainly not one of his soldiers. “ It is a pleasure, Jinan. You may call me Vilhelm if you wish. ”

          INNOCENT EYES AND A SACCHARINE smile covered in lace, she was more beautiful that the goddess herself. Yet, razor sharp fingers could reach out and claw through silks, through supple skin without a care. Though a distance is kept, mutual respect evident in the gentlemanly nod he bestows upon her. Though he is still a warrior, a war chief and he comes baring gifts. Bloodied bag tips upside down, the expensive rug would be ruined with gore and viscera, yet he did so with a smile on his lips revealing the sharp, jagged teeth. “ I’ve brought you a gift, dove. ”  

              “ LIFE IS FULL of opportunities, either good or bad. ” When one door closed, another opened. War was his career but sometimes brought him interesting people, like the pirate before him. “ A full belly keeps soldiers loyal and everyone happy. Take a seat and eat. You may sit at my table if you like. ”

         THE SPIRIT FOLK were mysterious even to the likes of those who dabbled with magic. But he is not a patient man and her mere presence grates on his fighters who long to rid themselves of the spirit. “ Then PRAY TELL spirit, what is it that you have to tell? If you traveled so far, perhaps we should not waste time. ”

   “ I DON’T see why not. For you, you may ask anything. ”

         CRIMSON EYES FLASHED with fire and blood, tracing the curve of lips that taste his mouth. Only the foolish fell into these traps, how many men had fallen at her feet for this? Or for even less? Extended claws grip her fragile wrist, fingers digging in, hard enough to bruise her porcelin skin. Those same fingers were met with his lips, sharp tongue and teeth dragging along their tips. “ Who said I was willing to share? You need to ask before you take from me. ”

                     RAZOR SHARP FANGS PULL at the gentle cotton, exposing shoulder, neck, throat ; all begging to be kissed, to be marked. And she bares her throat, so sweet and trusting. She tastes like the sea and smells like sweet flowers. Such a vulnerable girl to be left with the likes of him. He is like a disease, infectious and destructive, he’ll tear her apart and she’ll thank him for it. If he were a good man, a holy man, he would stop, tell her to run far, far away from him. Yet with teeth bared, he sinks them into her neck, tasting the blood — rich and salty on his tongue and he moans. She is delicious, she will be his and she will be sorry to have ever met him. 

        “ YOU’RE RIGHT, I would never lie. You could ask me anything and you will receive only truths. ”

                 THERE’S NO TRICK TO BE played, not tonight, at least not by him. Sharpened gaze as crimson as blood narrows in, surveying delicate features ( he will search out lies to protect his own ). “ Not currently, no. But there is always a possibility. There is nothing in life that is easy. ” He sighs, breaking the serious tone. “ Come, drink and be merry. ”

        “ THINK OF IT what you will. It is common decency for one tehreni to share their home with another. ” The way sir sounds on her lips is enough to guarantee no harm, respect commands respect and she’s earned it. “ Nothing is needed in return. One day, perhaps, I will require shelter and you will return the favour. ”

         “ I OFFER YOU refuge this night. Do not mistake it for kindness but you are free to drink and eat with us. I promise no harm will come to you. ” Maybe.