[M] You say we're just friends but I swear when we're alone

POSTED: Fri Sep 28, 2018 6:02 pm

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The scent of the exotic wine held heavy in her nose from the spills upon his clothing. She all but dragged him, a hand tight about his arm. The forests were a tricky place for those intoxicated, which they both were. Occasionally she stumbled, less than graceful.

This was a bad idea, truthfully -- bad decisions were the domain of the drunk though.

This was unsafe, a confrontation where ears might hear, where eyes might see. If he tried to speak she could cut him off with a sharp look and a hiss of breath. Tonight almost all would be gathered in the Feasting Hall.

Far enough away, they might be safe, the lowest part of Salsola was a spit of land hidden from everywhere else. Helena knew that the one abode was unoccupied. There was never reason for any to come down here.

The trees opened up onto a small stretch where only grass grew, and beyond the edges of the cliffs the ocean swelled calmly, the moon gleamed brightly. A cloudless sky, how fitting.

It was only then that she realized she was still carrying the half full bottle of wine she had snatched from the floor. She took an angry swallow, and stared out at the ocean, the calmness before a storm.

Helena Troy Lykoi

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POSTED: Mon Oct 01, 2018 1:18 am

I'm down to just one thing
I'm starting to scare myself

Helena took him by the wrist and led Andrew away, lest he damage her social standing irreparably. The party continued well into the night, but a broken bottle and a plastered servant typically reflected poorly on a rising socialite. There were times on their walk when Andrew thought he saw anger in her eyes, shimmering in the moonlight. Somewhere veiled behind something else -- a mask she wore for everyone around.

She always wore masks, Andrew thought. He swore he thought he knew her, but for the first time Andrew found himself unsure. Every time he saw her dance with her mates, her friends -- even her ex-servant -- Andrew thought of their recent dance in the woods. What happened on that trade run, what it meant, or what he thought it meant, burned in his mind.

He was drunk. His thoughts were scattered. His emotions raw.

She led him to some place by the sea. An old house, unoccupied and off the beaten path. Andrew had not spoken on the way, for every time he tried, he found himself shushed. And so he stewed in his thoughts, tumbling into a darker place than he'd been before.

Helena turned toward the sea and tilted the bottle back. He could say nothing no longer. "Helena," Andrew spoke, voice cracked and broken. "What even am I to you?"

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POSTED: Mon Oct 22, 2018 3:13 am

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I'd rather hurt than feel nothing at all.

The anger was vicious on her tongue, leaping from tooth to tooth and spilling to come bubbling through the gaps in her canines, to roll from her tongue and strike like shards of lightning. Truthfully the rage was not for him but for the green-eyed bitch who had dared to touch him so, to lay her filthy, pauper hands upon that which was Helena's.

It was within her muscles to turn and ask him if he were injured beneath his clothing, he lashed out at her first. The woman's spine straightened as though slapped.

She did turn then, and it was with aching, deliberate slowness. He was so very broken and bare, all the shattered, sharp-edged pieces of him strewn about. The toy of a child who was uncaring of their condition.

She brushed aside that thought with ruthlessness, he was hers, and only she was allowed to do these things to him. To unravel his threats so meticulously. Her fingers flexed, silhouetted by the moon's light. The impotent irritation filtered away, a drained pool.

She waited for an up-welling of... guilt.. or remorse... something maybe to show she might be repentant for her actions. Nothing came.

She drew in a deep breath, her chest expanding beneath the elegant dress. Despite everything, the tilt of her head and the twisting of a silken ear she was quite obviously not in control, slipping from the grasp of temperance. She almost smiled, almost laughed, it was a twitch of black lips. Too much wine swallowed up her restraint. Too much daring tore away her caution, obsession overruled sense.

She took the short distance between them into her strides, stopping close to him. Swaying almost imperceptibly. Somewhere she let the bottle fall from her hand into the grass.

"To me? You are... a lot of things, I zhink." She reached out and smoothed her palms against the lines of his cheeks, brushing back the ruffled fur. His eyes were too green, too vivid and they stole into her, taking a place that he should not belong and yet did irregardless. The timbre of her heart beat too loudly, making the pulse in her throat leap.

He smelled like the wine he had poured and the wine he had accidentally been doused with. She stepped even closer, released a shuddering breath that caressed his neck.

"Vous êtes ... inestimable. Pourquoi je ne sais pas.." Her voice was obscured, slurred with intoxication. Her fingers moved, tilting back until they wrapped about his neck and she pressed herself against him, uncaring she might ruin her dress with the sticky wine stains.

Her voice in whispers at his ear, "I am zhinking, you are being whatever I need you to be."

Helena Troy Lykoi

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POSTED: Tue Oct 30, 2018 3:29 pm

I'm down to just one thing
I'm starting to scare myself

The bottle fell from her hand, landing in the sand to bury its face. The glass caught the light of the moon and gleamed like a precious jewel with value beyond measure. It was in that moment that she neared -- that Helena laid claim over her servant. Andrew's cheek was alight where her fingertips trailed. She pressed her body close, leaving no space between them and with arms draped around him she whispered sweet French into Andrew's neck in a moment of vulnerability.

The words would stick with Andrew, for while he knew not what they meant, in them lay the truth. For in the rippling slur of her voice, Andrew could feel Helena without her mask. Perhaps for the first time. They were words without immediate meaning, yet he would find himself repeating them in his mind, committing them to memory.

His hands found her hips and there they lingered. He breathed deep, drinking in the scent of shame and spilled wine. Then, in his ear, she whispered.

He was a fool. "I'm a toy then," Andrew said, briefly pulling for her words initially gave him rise, yet, there was a small part of him that was too turned on to care. She was so close, her body bare against his. "To be played with... for your amusement." He was a fool for believing he could be more. No, he was property to be used and thrown away. To be paraded about Salsola; the pet Infernian. Yet, oddly enough, it made him want her more.

Andrew shut his eyes and kissed her then, pushing away the empty hopelessness that bloomed in his chest.

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POSTED: Thu Nov 08, 2018 2:33 am

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She was too deep in the inebriation to realise her mistakes, to even care that she was making them. Tilting her hand had never been a part of her design and yet she dropped those played cards all across the floor of their attraction. Whether she let them go in accidental fumbling or purposefully scattered them was a reason that she could not grasp, not in the state she had acquired.

It was too hard to keep aching, itching hands to herself, she had never been predisposed to denying herself the pleasures life had to offer, whether they were bartered for or stolen, she would have them all. She might rebuild herself something new from the ill-used shards of him, or she could piece him back together in the same way and see how he crumbled again.

He stiffened, not appreciating her reasoning and Helena found she did not care for him pulling away from her. He was not the one in control, not this time. She didn't like him cold and resisting. Helena got what she wanted, always.

Before she could answer his accusations, he kissed her. It was angry and harsh, she could feel those raw edges of him. How he must hurt.

She wanted to soothe, the clockwork trickery still ticking its devious hands in the back of her mind. To soothe was to nurture the writhing devotion. Intoxication made it difficult to properly sort out her approach.

She pulled away from his kiss, breathing heavily now, she could feel his heart beating against her chest. It was hard to think. Her fingers trailed lines through his fur, stroking the taut shoulder muscles,

"A toy? Non." Helena spoke with breathy, distracted words. She kissed the corner of his mouth and then the span of his cheek. She peppered the side of his face and neck with small butterfly kisses, entirely preoccupied with her given task for long moments. They were sweet, simple things.

She could feel him, ready and willing against her stomach despite his bitter words. That part of him was certainly willing to be played with for her own amusement. A hand wormed its way between them and she stroked him with light fingertips through the fabric of his trousers.

"You cannot be saying you do not enjoy zhis." She squeezed, making a small noise in the back of her throat as he throbbed.

Helena Troy Lykoi

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Jace
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POSTED: Thu Dec 06, 2018 7:30 pm

I'm down to just one thing
I'm starting to scare myself

She pulled away and Andrew found himself drawn further into her gravity, hopeless and helpless to her demands. She protested his accusation, and though he wished he could believe the sweet words she whispered in his ear, he couldn't bring himself to do so. Drunk and insubordinate, Andrew vied for what little control over his life he had left -- that last vestige of free will, of himself, before it slipped away into nothing.

A shadow. A shell.

Inside, he fought. He fought and lost. She was too great for him, or rather, he too weak -- broken down by loss and blackberry wine. She showered him with the affection he so desired, that he so coveted as she danced with the others in the feasting hall. He was a jealous creature, flush with envy. She brought out the worst in him, awakening long dormant demons that never saw the light of day.

Her hand found him then and he played into her touch, grinding his hips slowly into her sweet caress. She threatened to make a liar of him. Their tryst, he did enjoy. Yet to admit it... to speak the words, he couldn't yet do it. He gave no answer but a short and needy moan.

He gave in.

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