G O D K I L L E R

❛ no. ❜

               if she wasn’t shaking before, she definitely is shaking now, not from fear but from being so overwhelmed with sudden images. sudden emotions, feelings, everything is so much, it’s too much. but the new drink in her hand is helping, even if his face is closer to the frantic beating of her pulse than she’d like to admit. he’s good.

                                                i have to be better.

❛ — no. i don’t need to show you anything, actually, i could leave and make you sit here in your desire and suffer, if i really wanted to, especially now that i know what you want. ❜

               not that she wouldn’t also suffer a little, but what’s a little suffering on her part when she already knows what he wants and can tease him about it? a smile curls up the corners of her lips, fingers twirling strands of his hair around them as if playing with her own hair.

❛ besides, if i were to invite you in, it wouldn’t happen in the middle of a club, we might destroy it. this seems like a fine establishment, it’d be a pity if anything happened to it. ❜

               taking a deep breath, she moves suddenly to grasp his chin, pulling him out and away from her hair so he has to look at her instead. sure, this is stupid, but so is just about every single thing she’s done so far. holding it firmly, she brushes her thumb against his bottom lip and smiles the most infuriating smile she can muster. is she tempting fate? probably. does she care? not particularly.

❛ i also have a feeling you’d get in there and rearrange all the furniture, just when i got it all where i like it. if i let you in, it’s not going to be here, and you have to promise to leave everything right where you found it. ❜

               the glint in her eyes is a teasing one, watching him carefully to gauge his reaction to what she’s doing. after a moment of contemplation she releases his chin in favor of dragging clawed fingertips up his thigh, just because.

❛ now. if you promise we do this somewhere other than the club ( for everyone else’s safety ), and that you leave whatever you find in my head untouched, then we might have a deal. ❜

               said hand finally comes to rest dangerously high up his thigh, digging her claws in for good measure as the other hand holds her drink up to her lips. 

❛ fair enough? ❜

                  There’s a palpable SHIFT as the king relaxes his neck muscles and allow his face to be manipulable. As their eyes meet again, the steel blue is once again the primary color of his irises, a somewhat resigned expression gracing the previous vicious gaze;

The mention of the general public’s safety then yank a bitter chuckle from Vlad, followed by a quick roll of his eyes. He knows there’s no way she could have know, that this beast would rather eat his own tail than to bring harm to any human; that he had, in fact, sacrificed whatever chance at happiness & life itself for THEM - after all he DOES look specially murder-y when aroused.  

          “That’s so unsportsmanlike of you” He leans back, sighing - half in disappointment, half in enjoyment of the PAIN & promise that is her nails up his thigh “CAUTION? Now of all times”

Lilly plays in power, the former vampire would point to himself. The illusion of it, anyways. Someone so bent into danger cannot in their right mind love stability and control. Luckily, Vlad himself could play at any part given - provided there was willingness.

         And there was just about enough willingness to humor the female, even past his colorful ultimatum;

         “It’s NOT fair, as a matter of fact” His legs part, giving the female more room to plight her physical point, welcoming Lilly’s grab at the reins of the advances once again; even though the Dragon’s basal nature was a selfish one “You wouldn’t tell the sun to shine in half light so I can’t see how containment can be of any appeal to us in this situation; or any.” 

         His fingers clasp around his empty cup and liquid magically swirls once again at its bottom, filling it to the brim before the Void Walker downs it in one go - throat scratching gravely for a moment afterwards “Tell me; do you fear I might spirit away something in particular from your mind? Perhaps... some semblance of humanity? Hm? What do you think is my purpose? Surely you’ve prodded enough to know what makes me TICK by now; So what is it? What about me, in particular, fire off your fight or flight response?”

she waits to approach him till he’s sitting, clearly at rest, with a glass of something in his hand. slipping into his personal space is easy, so is putting a bare leg on either side of his thighs as one hand tips his chin up to look at her.

‘ pay attention to me. ’

slim fingers grab his wrist, bringing his hand up to her throat and curls his fingers around it — only releasing it when his fingers tighten.

‘ please. ’

sinking down onto his lap is deliberately slow and she places his other hand on her thigh so he can feel the hem of her dress slip up inch by inch. the playful, teasing gleam in her eye is obvious, but there’s something else that lingers as well.

hunger, the desperate kind.

‘ i know you want to. ’

              Underneath the apathetic air about the king & his flat lips, something STIRS as the female entity sets herself ontop of him. It’s as if her ill intent bleed into the air around her, upsetting the energy of the room as chaos follows on her heels; His thumb caresses the skin of her neck, electricity rushing through the godkiller as he feels her muscles and trachea being slightly squeezed and bent; TAUNTING the vile beast within his core that wishes for nothing but the heat of CONFLICT.

          “Oh, darling - I want many things”

His irises, previously an alien tone of blue, descend into a light tone of brown and crimson as fingers graze upon laces and ever more exposed skin. When she feels his hand close & clasp at her thigh, there are no soft digits to be felt - but TALONS that graze the flesh, hanging the sensation between pleasure, pain & emergence;

                   Rings clack against the bottle as Vlad - quite childishly - snicker to himself. Though he can't feel nothing but nostalgia, he remembers that only the vampiress could bleed honesty out of him without an effort.

The wine hits the curve of the glass and swirls quietly, airing the liquid. With a quick and firm motion, the bottle spins slightly and the neck turns upwards, cutting the flow without a single drop escaping around the vessel.

As the first of aromas rise, memories of small talk around fires in the long war campaigns accompanied by the DECAPITARE blend with flashes of Darck's banter && delicious brand of awkwardness towards the resurrect king's advances.

His nose rests upon the goblet and the largely unused lungs are filled with air; The wine smells slightly citric, with spice and black fruits, but the strong grapes eclipsed most other scents. To the tongue, it was dry but velvety; characteristic of a wine matured during the Balkan's long and kind hearted autumns. Specifically; the last of his autumns. 1476 vintage; embodied, with an aftertaste of GLORIOUS warfare.

           "Exquisite wine;" Hellsing remarks, delivering his notes directly into the halfling's mind through an ominous breeze "Goes along fine with cigars..."

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