Gorgeous, Beautiful, Sexy, and Flawless~
He didn’t say anything for a moment. He only listened, only took her in. She was not the imprint that he had suffered with for so long. She was merely there, alive but different. She was like a cloud of darkness that had never known light. But she had lived for years and years. She must have known such darkness. Such hurt. And there was a tug inside of him to move to her, to press her close as if she were still the small girl that might’ve needed him.
He looked away from her, knowing she would count that as a cowards act. But not caring. She could think him a coward. He was running on fear almost all his life. He couldn’t undo himself. “I have no taste for you telling me what to do or how I feel, Erzsébet. Don’t do it. I want you to stay. But I’ll show you enough respect to not demand it. I’m not a child and neither are you. I’m wary of people ingraining themselves in me to try and twist something there, to make a match to their assumptions. Don’t assume about me.”
It was easy to assume the life he must’ve led before they reunited now. By how he appeared, he must still be the man who wasn’t a social just as he admitted in the tavern. He must be a man who loathed the presence of others hoving over him as if he was beneath their heel. Just like her father, she wondered if his life was worth any meaning, but long ago it never mattered to a young woman. She was no longer a young woman wishing to appease her first husband, but she’d listen to his words and accept his request. “You need only ask, never demand as you said and I will oblige.” To an extent until he bored her or she wished to wrap her arms about his neck.
Slowly, she moved once more towards him and held a hand to him. “Hold my hand and let us rest upon the chaise. Read and speak a small while. You never explained your history in the States and how you managed to travel here.”
OOC: The Countess Needs Her Rest
As must as I want to stay online, I have work in the morning; though I’m fucking happy for the weekend. I can sleep in and catch up on more replies. So for now, good night!
❝ Why do you think I drive everywhere? ❞
"I thought most Midgardians were too large to walk, so all resorted to driving…"
"Well…no, can’t say I have. I’ve never been a warrior nor have I liked such a sight." There’s still curiosity in her, wondering why the woman would want to mention such a horrid sight to the relic.
"-Are you use to a sight, miss…?"
"Yes, in my time war was a constant and I was alert for invasion of Ottomans on my lands." She taught her own young ones to defend themselves should a Turk enter their bedchambers and attack them in the name of their foul Empire. "My own husband taught my young daughters and sons the best movements to strike down an enemy and keep them in the grave." Such a beautiful time too, but now? Now humans fought for their mobiles and not for a true war. "You must learn to defend yourself."
Vibrant juniper shone o’er, secreting intrigue at the
woman constricted by close-fitting metal which seemed
to render her jawbone robust and impassive. As the
greenish hues so marred by a stagnant beguiling gaze
reviewed ink she wielded, the malice slightly abated in
order for a dulcet timbre to sound from soft parted lips.
❝The Countess is a vague name,
but we can remain distant. I am Akasha, queen and
mother to many ghouls.❞
Did she care how others saw her name? No, they would not understand the true power behind it until they were upon their knees, whimpering for their lives. Would this one whimper? Nay, she held the same haughty feeling about her as if she was the most important woman in the world. Far too much like her and while she could not speak it aloud, she penned it to words to her. "What ghoul mother are you? Certainly, you are mother to others of this world but my own."
“Fame and glory, Countess.”
He murmured to her, shaking his head in response to her question.
“I am well aware of that. I would never ask such a thing of you. I want you by my side, to rule the vampire world together..”
"Gore and glory," she amended, for she enjoyed the thought of slaughtering hundreds upon thousands of humans who stood in their path. "Mmm, The Blood Countess and The Viking, the two names do fit well together." She held out a hand towards him, "We begin tonight and in your Shreveport. Best to clean up those who do not see to our point of view."
"Why couldn't it have been me, instead?"
"Because you’re already kind of dead, I’m not."
"But then I’ve to kill other people to live, that’s not the way it works."
"You never removed a life in your own life?" Even she was aware in his line of work, removing a life was necessary to preserve others. "You have killed and you will, but you shall die leaving behind what?"
He’s back! Welcome back, calming cat. You are always welcome here.
Everyone should know of calming cat.
this is the thing that you have to tag because you’ll have to wait 8264589672 years to find it again
Armand gave her a subtle smile, it was a polite gesture. “I’m sure I will not be overshadowing your beauty, milady.”
Her eyes narrowed further over his words. Was he complimenting her or beginning the trail for an insult? Too many males thought to insult her tonight it was instinct to assume the worst. “Thank you, and what is your name? I can only imagine it is an exotic one.”