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Post by carcinoGeneticist on Nov 15, 2009 16:56:11 GMT -5
The King shifted where he sat, giving the woman a sidelong glance that absolutely oozed curiosity, his orange eyes bright. There was something that he wasn't expecting to hear in her voice. Granted, he didn't know very many widows, but he imagined they wouldn't speak with such a flippant manner in regards to their deceased husbands. Or wives. It didn't really matter, the death of a loved one was generally quite scarring.
This woman was fascinating. As time passed, he was more and more aware of that fact. He quite wanted the doctor to finish his work and then get the hell out of the room. He wanted to talk to her, but he didn't want to involve a third party, especially not one that seemed to have so much potential towards being irritating if he were to know too much about a situation. With that thought in mind, Apocalypse did as he was instructed, helping the treatment be finished as quickly as possible. He let out a quiet little hiss at the disinfecting of the wound, but was otherwise completely silent. His eyes very rarely left the woman, taking on an odd cast as he watched her lick her bloody paw.
As soon as the man was finished, Apocalypse stretched, running his fingers across his neck once more. The bandages seemed to be skillfully applied, and his eyes flicked to Kent, giving him a small smile before giving him a small bag of coin for his services. "Thank you for your help, Sir," he said in a quiet voice, the softness hinting that he would very much like it if the other man would leave now.
Then he turned his attention back to Nellwyn, hopping down from the examination table with the grace that only a feline could possess. "My lady," he said softly, extending a hand to her, that small grin never leaving his face. "Thank you for your help. Now... I would quite like to spend some more time with you, if it would please you."
You're interesting, his expression seemed to scream.
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Post by Lucca on Nov 15, 2009 18:29:48 GMT -5
Kent's eyes widened as the small bag was held out for him, and he took it in his hands cautiously, like it might disappear or break if he handled it too much. He bowed deeply to Apocalypse. "Thank you very much, Sir. The door next to this is a guest room and you are welcome to make use of it if you will." So saying, he quickly left the room, very much used to seeing the look in the other man's eyes. He only made sure everything was cleaned up first.
Nellwyn watched all of these proceedings with the same look in her eyes, as if both deathly interested and horribly bored at the same moment. She seemed to blink a bit less often than normal Cards, or it could just be the impression one got. Her fluffy tail twitched, and when Kent had left, she turned toward the man, a slow smile spreading over her face. "You want to...please me?" she replied coyly, standing up fluidly and stretching with cat-like grace. "Well...luckily for you, I have no other plans for tonight, and am very much open to suggestions."
She walked over to him, yellow eyes half-lidded, a very soft purr just barely audible. Oh yes, this was going to be a night to remember if she had anything to say about it. This pale man very much fascinated her just as much as she did him.
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Post by carcinoGeneticist on Nov 15, 2009 22:44:13 GMT -5
It seemed from the man's actions that he was rarely paid for his services - and when he was, he likely received a mere fraction of what the King had to offer. It didn't bother him to pay well for medical treatment. After all, it was his body that was being worked on, and he would much rather that they do a good job.
Even more than that, he wanted them to do so... discretely. Most individuals did not look kindly on the killing of children in the Outer Bazaar, no matter what his reasons for doing so had been. With so much new police activity in the Capital, Apocalypse knew he would have to work hard to cover his steps whenever he acted out of line. Before, Xiven's displeasure had been all that had kept him from flaunting his actions. Now... Well. He didn't want to be discovered by the law. Such actions did not befit a King of Hearts. Assuming his wound healed well, this... Kent would be worth remembering.
Especially when he was offered the use of a guest bedroom. Apocalypse quirked a brow at that, giving the feline sitting so close by a sidelong glance. He knew what that made him think, but... He couldn't be too hasty, not in regards to this.
He seemed to be doing a good job at pleasing her already, and his own expression slipped into something almost flirtatious, his eyes half-closed as he regarded her. There was no ignoring the woman's grace as she stood and stretched, and it made him shiver. He wanted to touch her again, but he had to wait. He needed to test the waters, so to speak. There was nothing he loathed more than when a woman cringed away from him, especially one as beautiful as Nellwyn. Her words only added to the desire he felt, his lips parting slightly as if he was going to speak, but he didn't say a word. Not yet. He just watched her as she crossed the room to rejoin him, then knelt to bridge the distance between them.
Then he reached out to her, slowly drawing his fingers across her cheek. They curled under her chin, angling it up so that her eyes met his own, his lips curling into a coy smile. "There is nothing that would make me happier," he responded, a purr of his own flavoring his voice. "It would be a shame to let Kent's kind offer go to waste. We could... talk." The grin widened, his eyes flashing amusement. "I'd very much like to know what a beautiful woman like you was doing in such an area of the Capital at night."
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Post by Lucca on Nov 15, 2009 22:59:41 GMT -5
There was a reason that Nellwyn had brought Apoaclypse here. There was a reason she'd stayed here herself. A reason that she considered Kent one of the very few Cards in the world actually worth some respect. He was skilled, he was discreet, and he didn't ask questions. But Kent was effectively out of their fur for tonight, and so consequently, out of the Cat's thoughts.
She allowed him to stroke her chin, angling it up slightly, the purr growing louder. She was no fool, and she could see in his eyes what he wanted. The question was, would he get it? It all depended on how much the man impressed her, though if he kept it up the way he was...well... "I'm...pleased to hear that, Apocalypse." Oh yes, she very much liked his name. No matter if it was his birth name, or something he came to call himself over time, either way it was just as much his, and just as...intriging.
She laughed at the veiled question, turning abruptly, tail brushing against his side as she moved for the door. To lead him to the other room, of course, since he offered. "I'm sure you would," she teased, grinning in a way that was sure to send shivers up anyone's spine, because it just seemed so 'off'. She walked to the door and pushed it open with a paw, then turned to consider him for a moment. "I don't suppose...that you've ever visited the Tulgey Wood, Apocalypse?"
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Post by carcinoGeneticist on Nov 15, 2009 23:31:10 GMT -5
There was something about the way that the woman spoke his name that made the man thrill a little, a faint flush showing on his pale skin. It was a strange contrast from the rest of his appearance, that blush, seeming so soft. It was filled with much darker intent, however, and she was sure to see that in his orange eyes. His heart seemed to flutter at the touch, soft as it was. It was amazing how much anticipation could color an experience, how much it could increase every little sensation.
He just hoped he wasn't insulting her with his rather obvious want. He certainly hoped it didn't - after all, it was just a recognition of her beauty, wasn't it? He slowly stood, watching her and then going to follow after her, the blush slowly fading.
"Is it such a bad thing that I'd like to get to know you better?" He replied in an innocent tone, grinning rakishly at her. "After all, it's not every day one stumbles across someone as interesting as you seem to be, Nellwyn." He said her name with a purr, rather liking the way it slid off his tongue. When she paused at the door to the room, he did as well, his expression questioning as she regarded him. That was a curious question, one that made him blink.
"I have," he replied after a moment. It hadn't been a noteworthy trip, all things considered. Strange, to be sure, but beyond that... He would rather not recount it, simply because of the company he'd had while he was there. Rosemary's family almost made her seem normal, which he'd thought was impossible before he'd actually met them. "I found it beautiful, for all the danger."
That was true. He almost wished he'd been able to enjoy his time there. Almost.
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Post by Lucca on Nov 16, 2009 9:51:37 GMT -5
A smile was her only response, to both the words and the blush. Even filtered through all her unhinged thoughts and moods, she could certainly recognize and accept the compliment. Especially since she suspected he was the sort of person who would be able to...appreciate what she'd done in her life in that unique way most others wouldn't be able to. Namely, he might not think of her as completely insane if he learned, for example, that she'd first willingly taken the life of another creature for fun at the age of seven. Of course, it had only been a Bander. She'd killed her first Card at eleven.
His answer surprised her, but pleased her as well. "Have you? Not many Outsiders have set foot there and lived to tell the tale," she said, an odd tone to her voice. Almost lilting. She began to walk again, making for the guest bedroom. "And that, by the way, is your answer. This part of the Capital at night reminds of home. Call me sentimental if you wish, but I like a little...danger in my life. A time and place where I can just...let loose and not be worried about trivial things like the opinions of people who don't matter...except by extension since they could determine little things like whether I will continue to hold a job." She frowned briefly, eyes blazing. Hopefully Apocalypse would pick up on the fact she didn't wish to elaborate on this. She pushed the bed room door open with a paw and walked inside.
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Post by carcinoGeneticist on Nov 17, 2009 16:29:04 GMT -5
Oh, she was rapidly coming to understand exactly the sort of person Apocalypse was. If she'd shared this information, he would have delighted in hearing the story. Perhaps he could have compared notes with her. He might have even told her snippets of what he'd been doing before they'd met, leaving out important details that could have landed him in deep water with the authorities, should his words fall upon the wrong set of ears.
As she wasn't talking about that, however, he didn't think about it. He was too focused on something else - exactly what, he wasn't sure, but there was something about this Mrs. White that drew him in. Maybe it was the odd color of his eyes. Maybe it was a simple case of physical attraction, but he couldn't say for sure.
"Seems reasonable to me." He replied with a nod, eyes flashing as he turned his attention briefly to the hallway. Kent had vanished, it would seem, leaving them quite... Alone. Apocalypse realized with a small shiver that he quite liked that. "Home is always a part of us, no matter how far from it our lives might lead. Perhaps that's why I find myself drawn to such places as well. Day to day life just lacks a certain spark when compared to the way things were in the Bog."
He inclined his head to the side, clearly noticing her discontent in regards to a job. He had gotten lucky, he supposed. His own job gave him some small protection, letting him do exactly what he wanted without the fear of retribution that a normal citizen might have. "I suggest Court work, if you're... interested." He said with a rather dark grin, raising an eyebrow at the woman. Rumors abounded about the preferred methods of interrogation held at the Court of Hearts, and he all but confirmed them to this strange, pale woman with a look. Then he followed her into the room.
It was rather cozy. He wasn't sure if it matched the mood of the night, but it suited him just fine for the time being. "...Care to help me get cleaned up? You don't seem the sort to shy away from a little blood." There was an invitation for more in his words, of course, but he could genuinely use her help. He was sure he'd gotten spatter in places it would be hard to reach without another pair of hands (or paws, whatever) assisting in the process.
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Post by Lucca on Nov 17, 2009 18:44:58 GMT -5
Nellwyn's ears flicked at the man as he mentioned his strange home. A yes, the Bog. Not a place she ever planned to go, for obvious reasons, but it was quite interesting in its own way..."I know what you mean, though sadly, I lack...a good way to survive in your home region. If that were to ever change, I'm sure I would find it quite a visit." She may be slightly insane, but she wasn't stupid, not by anyone's judgement. Inviting a little danger was fully different from walking into somewhere that the very air was a poison, and every breath was like taking a little more death inside your body. Actually...put that way...she very nearly tempted herself into going there. Hmmm.
Her face went a bit blank at his suggestion. It wasn't in anger, she knew he wasn't trying to pressure her or insult her. No, she was just thinking. She'd never considered the Courts, because she thought that they'd be more carefully regulated. She thought it would be like being...trapped. And hald of it sounded like paperwork. Feh. But she'd heard rumors, of course. Odd things. Bloody things. Her eyes flicked briefly to his chest again, the Rank there. Now that definitely had...interesting implications. "Only time may tell where my interests lie," she purred finally, neutral expression dissolving into something more feral she she shut the door to the room once they were both within.
"Of course, Apocalypse. It would be my pleasure," she said, moving towards him and gently pressing on him with a black-tipped paw to get him to sit on the bed. She already saw a little bit he'd missed, right on his side, near his arm. Her first, strong inclination was to lick it clean...but that annoying voice in her head that took over her during the daylight hours said that wasn't a good idea. She promptly told the 'nice' voice to go to hell and leaned over to run her tongue over the area. If he wasn't freaked out by it earlier, why would he be now? She looked up at him through half lidded eyes, pausing in her work. "I'm sorry, that might not be what you meant," she teased, tail swishing.
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Post by carcinoGeneticist on Nov 18, 2009 3:05:48 GMT -5
Oh, the man was sure she would. The place he claimed as his home, though in reality he'd only been the once... It was quite the trip, that much was sure. Dangerous, much like her own home region. But it was a different sort of danger, something that many would not quite expect. Even in safe areas, there was always something to catch a foreigner off guard, be it on their plate or in the unwanted advances of one of the locals. Some were fascinated by outsiders, some feared them, but all seemed to want to get a closer look.
At least, that had been his experiences. "I recommend it highly, should the opportunity present itself." He purred, all the thoughts of the Bog bringing up a set of memories from a life that was so long ago and so different that it almost seemed as if it had never really been his own.
It was true; Court work was anything but glorious most of the time, but Apocalypse had found that it was quite satisfactory, should one wriggle in the rules enough to make oneself comfortable. And if that didn't seem possible at first - well then, a step to a higher rank could often open doors where before there were only walls. He quirked a brow at the enigmatic reply that she gave him, resisting the urge to chuckle. "You have an ally in the court, now, should you ever decide to make your presence known there." And quite a presence it was. What would his Queen think of the strange woman? "Perhaps if you visit, I can... show you."
Oh, he would show her quite a few things, depending on exactly where her interests really were. Mephit seemed to be losing interest in her work, so he had more chances by the day to hone his personal skills. This woman... She would enjoy his work, he was sure.
The light pressure on his chest was a clear indication of what she wanted, and he eased himself back onto the bed, orange eyes meeting yellow for a moment before a smile curled across his face. Where was she taking this little encounter? He opened his mouth as if to question her intent, but before he could answer, she was leaning against him and - oh.
Well, he supposed that a tongue would work as well as a hand or a paw clutching a washcloth. It certainly felt much nicer, and the man trembled softly, his eyelids fluttering closed. A sound escaped her, somewhere between gasp and moan and he moved with her to give her more room to work and possibly reveal more bloodied areas on his body. There was quite a lot - he'd been bleeding freely from his own injury, and the little deer had not exactly gone down cleanly. The one that had - well, he'd still been caught in the spray.
Tentatively, he reached out towards her, slowly drawing his fingers through the fur of her back. Soft. Lovely. "I can't say that it was, but now that you've started..." He paused, his eyes cracking open to study her. "I'm not about to complain."
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Post by Lucca on Nov 18, 2009 19:02:24 GMT -5
She smiled, yellow eyes flicking up to him. So, her assumption had been correct...he was involved in the Courts. The offer was...oh yes, so very tempting. To go to the Hearts Court...see the darker side of it, especially...that would be wonderful. A dream come true. If only she could find some way to get there without Scrooge finding out and asking too many questions. She knew the Duck didn't give a damn about politics, for the most part, but he would certainly want to know why his maid, of all people, was visiting her Court. "A tempting offer. If I can get away...I'll keep it in mind."
She grinned savagely at the response. That was just what she was hoping for. She found herself liking this man more and more. She shifted a bit on top of him to better reach all those spots she now saw since he moved so helpfully into her ministrations. "Good. Complaining is a waste of time. If you don't like something...do something about it." This may seem a rather strange and hypocritical attitude, considering she inwardly complained about her job all the time, but sweet Mrs. White the maid was a far cry from the Nellwyn that was in control for the night. If Nellwyn was allowed control more often, she would definitely -do- something to imporve her situation.
She continued to lick, gently, a low purr starting up. To tell the truth, she liked the taste of blood. In fact, it was slightly erotic. Not as good as when it was fresh, however...gently, she began to knead her paws on Apocalypse's side, still purring and licking. What she really wanted--to run her claws lightly over that pale skin and make it red again--she wasn't sure would be advisable...after all, he'd already lost a lot of blood, and she didn't want him to be light-headed...
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