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Post by Grimm on Nov 9, 2011 6:57:20 GMT
Ocatvius had pulled out a piece of bread from the fridge, figuring he earned it for finding the missing sword. He wandered over to the couch and plopped down, the nibbling on the bread as a entire slice hung out of his mouth.
“My how rude of you,”
"Yes, I agree. Don't be rude to our guest." The slightly psychotic angel reprimanded the vampire in a very serious and condescending tone. Silver eyes looked at the fallen angel, the sword hummed faintly contently in its sheath for now. The bread had finally disappeared and Ocatvius crawled down the couch towards Beltis. "Pumpernickel, nice to meet you." Ocatvius gave an obviously false name in front of Lusive, who he had already told his real name. The younger angel tilted his head looking at the much older fallen angel and extended a hand to shake.
He was enthralled by the fallen angel in the same room, curious and terrified at the same time.
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Post by Behax on Nov 9, 2011 18:53:19 GMT
“You would be surprised by the people I know,” Lusive said to the fallen angel, he decided to let Ocatvius introduce himself as he was there. Instead of introducing himself however the angel first decided to reprimand the vampire.
"Yes, I agree. Don't be rude to our guest."
His eyebrow twitched and his teeth clenched so tight he almost bit through the cigarette in his mouth. This angel was starting to test the limits of Lusive’s hospitality. A good time and some help in acquiring an item were not enough for him to put up with someone talking to him like that in his own home.
“Watch your mouth, you don’t live here and you’re a long way off earning the right to speak to me that way in my own home,” Lusive bit back at the angel. Beltis just smiled, he liked when people stepped over Lusive’s line because he liked how fierce he got when he was mad, but Lusive exercised a great amount of self control and he could calm down relatively quickly unless the thing you did was dire.
"Pumpernickel, nice to meet you."
Beltis turned his attention from Lusive who was currently taking a deep breath to calm himself down to the angel, giving the younger man a weird look before he burst out laughing, his outburst didn’t last long.
“There is no way no how on Heaven, Hell or Earth that, THAT is your name,” Beltis chuckled, “but if you do not wish to share your name with me that’s fine, though it is unfair for you to know mine and not to share yours.”
Lusive said nothing; it was no business of his to tell Beltis the angel’s real name if the other didn’t want him too, so he just dropped himself into an armchair, he didn’t feel like being stuck on the couch with the other two.
Beltis did not take Ocatvius’s offered hand. He didn’t know this man, he didn’t even know his name, he didn’t trust him either, his intentions or the creature he was turning into. While loyalty was not something Beltis looked for in other people he did like to have at least some measure of trust and he certainly was not going to shake hands with a man he thought may stab him in the back given half a chance. He’ll play nice; he’ll even have some fun if that’s what the younger man was after, but trust him no and fall prey to him certainly not.
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Post by Grimm on Nov 10, 2011 2:55:50 GMT
"Watch your mouth,"
"You can take it out on my body later." Ocatvius retorted, that tone a voice oddly not humorous in the least, flashing a silver eye at the vampire. When Beltis didn't take his hand, the fallen angel didn't look too disappointed as he with drew it.
"You're no fun…." He paused retreating on the couch folding his arms in front of him. "Betsy lied. She told me you were fun." Ocatvius spoke gesturing to the sword and using such an odd name…but in his defense thats what the sword was saying…or maybe it was saying Beltis….
"Pumpernickel, I think it's rather fun to say. Pum-Per-Nick-El…" The angel elaborated on the word, pulling his knees to sit cross-legged on the couch, feet dirty from their trip through the city underground. He was quite for sometime, deep in twisted dream, eye lids flutter closed, as his silver eyes slid to the slide to gaze at Beltis from the corner of his eye.
"Will it ever stop hurting?" His expression was solid as he spoke, his voice holding a hint of divine accent. He was feeling rather lucid now that the peek of sucking the pig dry was wearing off, leaving himself slightly sedated like a lion after a large meal. "Forgive me…You're the first I've run across….." Ocatvius' voice was definitely different as he crossed he laced his fingers together before dropping his head back to look at the ceiling.
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Post by Behax on Nov 10, 2011 20:20:07 GMT
"You can take it out on my body later."
This statement along with the tone caused Lusive to frown even deeper, he clicked his tongue in distaste lent forward and stabbed his cigarette out in his ashtray before rising to his feet and walking over to his room.
“Whatever do what you want I’ve got work to do,” he said sourly grabbing his cordless house phone as he went. He slammed his bedroom door once inside. There was a soft judgemental hoot from the book case behind the two angels.
Beltis just laughed. “Oh man you must really be trying to push his buttons.”
“Betsy?” He asked cocking an eyebrow at the silver eyed angel he’d been left with. He didn’t think his sword would address itself by such a ridiculous name. But whatever either this angel misheard the blade or it had been messing with him. His sword was one that led others astray if it didn’t destroy or devour them first so he wouldn’t be surprised.
For a moment neither of the two men said anything so Beltis just lent his head back and closed his eyes listening to the other sounds around him. He could hear Lusive talking on the phone just barely in the next room, and he could hear the quite hum of his sword.
"Will it ever stop hurting?"
Beltis sat up a little confused.
“Excuse me?”
"Forgive me…You're the first I've run across….."
“I see but I don’t understand..Will what stop hurting?” He asked wondering exactly what the other angel was getting at. For Beltis since his fall had known only freedom, he had been freed from the call and binding chains of heaven. He felt no grief, guilt or remorse for what he had done and he had no desire for redemption.
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Post by Grimm on Nov 11, 2011 5:25:30 GMT
Will what stop hurting?
That emotionless mask nearly broke, the question surprising him with shock of either the ignorance or the bliss of a clear conscience. The white haired angel looked as if he was going to stay something important but failed to express it, instead listening to Lusive on the other side of the door speak on the phone.
"Sorry, I just assumed that all fallens feel this...."Ocatvius placed a pale hand on his chest, right over we're his heart would be. He paused for a moment, before his flight in memory was interrupted by the mountain of mental disorder.
"Vampire weapons dealer had your sword, short, round....said you would kill him if you found out he had it." Pale hands ran through his white mane.
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Post by Behax on Nov 11, 2011 23:50:32 GMT
"Sorry, I just assumed that all fallens feel this...."
Despite himself Beltis found himself looking at the other angel with the upmost pity. This angel was probably following one of the worst paths down. If he kept going he would lose himself and he was already turning into something truly despicable even by demon standards.
Deciding to ignore for the moment the tip off about the weapons dealer, though the white haired angel was probably right Beltis would have killed him if his sword didn’t first.
“There is more than one way to fall,” said the older man as he gathered his thoughts. “And what happens to you after is entirely dependent on you, to me falling from Heaven was like gaining an inexplicable freedom. I would never have this freedom in Heaven, the freedom to do and go where I wished,” he explained as he turned to the other man.
“It’s such a shame,” he said taking the others face in his hands, and staring into the angel’s silver eyes with his own scarlet ones that seemed to be completely enticing but somehow made Beltis seem like he was unreachable. “You seem so beautiful and yet...your thirst for a redemption you could not hope to ever achieve is slowly turning you into something truly disgusting. You should try to let go of that, it might actually save you,” Beltis explained before giving Ocatvius a light tap on the face before letting go and standing up.
“Well anyway I should go,” he said as he stretched before picking up his sword. “I thank you for this since it seems like you were the one that found it,” he thanked with a smile. “Hey carrot top I’m leaving.”
At the provocation Lusive poked his head out of his room and pulled the phone away from his ear. “Already? Well good riddance,” the vampire said before disappearing behind the door again leaving it slightly ajar this time.
“Haha...He’ll never change,” he chuckled as he headed for the door; he stopped and turned to Ocatvius before leaving. “I hope we get the chance to cross paths again, you seem.....interesting.”And with that said he left the apartment leaving Lusive and Ocatvius alone with only each other’s company. As he walked away however Beltis thought idly to himself about how things could be very different the next time he and this stranger met. It would depend on the circumstance and whether or not the silver eyed angel had killed Lusive by then or not. He should probably warn the vampire to tread carefully.
((feel free to have Ocatvius invade the privacy of Lusive's bedroom btw))
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Post by Grimm on Nov 13, 2011 3:51:48 GMT
"...it might actually save you."
That struck a cord in that chaotic mind, terrified that Beltis might be right. As he was still speechless the pat to jaw left him looking at the fallen angel confused. Freedom? What...freedom. Ocatvius sat down as Beltis said his goodbyes to Lusive.
There was no freedom, his mind was a tug of war and his former creator was winning. Had he failed in his redemption? He looked down trying to hold on to the thoughts as his coherent self slipped through his mental fingers like sand running out.
Not too long after Beltis had left and taken his lying sword with him, Ocatvius stood up from the couch, spying the bedroom door pried open. Using his creepily eery stealth he crept into the room, alluded by a painting of Lusive who looked pretty much the same and a woman who cursed him from the past. It seemed like forever that he looked at her, staring hard as if waiting for those painted lips to speak...
Why had he felt like that before. Ocatvius was just inches from the painting...why did he smell dirt after the rain, why could he see those eyes moving, lips trembling on the edge of speaking, the lightening rippling silently across the sky. What was his waking dream he was having? A memory? "Who is this woman?"
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Post by Behax on Nov 13, 2011 13:12:01 GMT
There were no lights on in Lusive’s room the only light was supplied by the moon and street lights outside as Lusive had his window shutters open and was looking through the black blinds at the city beyond his back to his door. Ocatvius had been successful in his stealth as the vampire hadn’t noticed him at all and continued to talk it what must have been 19th centenary French to whoever was on the other end of the phone.
"Who is this woman?"
The vampire nearly jumped as he turned to face the angel who was invading his bedroom. He looked uncertainly at the painting of him and Luciel a pained expression on his face. He said his good byes on the phone before terminating the call.
“She is....was my wife,” he said almost defiantly and looking stern. He wondered if the angel might have something to say about a pair of vampires getting married, well he didn’t care it’s what they had wanted and at the time they had thought it would last forever unknowing that their eternal life was not to be spent together as one vampire hunter had mercilessly torn them from each other.
The painting was one of the few things Lusive had brought to America from France with him. He had left his manor inherited from his wife to decay on the outskirts of Paris not wanting to live in the place that most reminded him of the woman he’d loved the most.
He then pulled the shutters closed plunging the room into darkness.
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Post by Grimm on Nov 13, 2011 20:45:31 GMT
"...wife..." The word tumbled past his lips as if trying to piece together what the memory of those lips said in the middle of the dust and the rain, lips pained with a bloody red. The shutters were closed, the room was dark, leaving the memory to fail without seeing her face.
Once the darkness use to taunt him, but now after realizing the voice in the shadows was his own, he welcomed it. Memories came to push the others out of the way, of pain, of pleasure. Scarlet and sun being born to a new days....the battling thoughts spiraled out of control, he turned in the darkness although he was unable to see.
"...petrichor.." The word too tumbled from his mouth, the smell of dust after the rain.
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Post by Behax on Nov 14, 2011 0:45:21 GMT
Lusive watched the other man for a while saying nothing. He was a little puzzled as to why the angel had asked about Luciel. Was he interested in her? Her relationship with Lusive? Or was it something else that plagued on the mind of this angel.
"...petrichor.."
“Petrichor?” Lusive repeated feeling more confused, thinking that the words was a rather random one to spring up suddenly. “Is something bothering you?” Lusive asked growing suspicious as he recalled that odd feeling the angel left him with, that feeling of danger and familiarity like he knew him from somewhere but could not say where nor when.
((Sorry it's so short >< ))
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Post by Grimm on Nov 18, 2011 7:35:12 GMT
As his eyes adjusted to the absence of light, memory tripped and tumbled down the lane. "Petrichor.....it's a fun word. Like Pumpernickle..." Oh the boggled mind, never able to hold the train of thought long, although he might of been just changing the subject.
"I can't see a fucking thing." Ocatvius lied as he swore. He could see just enough to perhaps move around comfortably, but he wouldn't go about trying to read, or bake bread....not that his bread ever turned out well....or edible really.
There was an idea, the smell of fresh baked bread, and he was suddenly craving it. "Bread, any bakeries around?" He bumped into the bed, hands reaching out to inspect the edge. "oh...bed." The angel crawled on to it, it had been forever since was in an actual proper bed, since he hadn't slept there was no reason to use one....since he killed most of his victims out on the streets anyway.
(( sokay, short is fine. I think we might of overloaded on that amount of Rps. ))
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Post by Behax on Nov 18, 2011 20:02:59 GMT
"Petrichor.....it's a fun word. Like Pumpernickle..."
“....Whatever you say,” the vampire replied wondering if Ocativus was changing the subject on purpose or just had a ridiculously short attention span when the situation pertained to anything no of immediate interest to him or beneficial to him.
"I can't see a fucking thing."
Being a creature of the night, particularly of the predatory kind Lusive’s eyes were perfectly well suited to the dark. He could see perfectly fine, he didn’t think the angel should actually have that much trouble either.
"Bread, any bakeries around?"
“A couple, none that would be open at this hour however.”
He watched and angel crawl onto his bed, he couldn’t say why but the action irritated him somewhat, like the angel had just invited himself into Lusive’s personal space.
“And just what do you think you’re doing?” Lusive asked leaning close to the other, so close that their faces were practically touching. “You’re getting awfully cheeky.” It was obvious this vampire was a different person when he wasn’t intoxicated with angel blood. He kept his sense of self and his guard remained up, his mind clear and his feelings resolute.
((Oh I dunno i'm in like 80% of rps on this site and I do oke (waiting on replies for half of them though)))
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Post by Grimm on Nov 29, 2011 4:59:26 GMT
Ocatvius frowned when he was told the bakeries would be closed, he wanted some fresh baked bread, that would top off the previous meal quite nicely. He would probably go do that in the early evening just after the sun would set, he didn't dare feel the warmth of the sun against his fair complexion, for fear he might burn in its light. All his comforts stolen from him...
"Cheeky! Another fun word, let's add it to the list." The fallen angel teased, grabbing the vampire and letting his warm wet tongue quickly lick the side of the vampires face unexpectedly.
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Post by Behax on Nov 30, 2011 19:01:23 GMT
“So you have a thing for words, bread and blood,” Lusive observed his tone casual yet somehow also sly.
Taking the angel’s actions as an open invitation Lusive slipped his boots off and climbed onto the bed as well. Taking the angel’s lower jaw in his hand, he seemed to study the other man’s face for a moment before kissing him lightly before kissing the angel more intently. His hands travelled down Ocatvius’s neck to his bare chest, his cold hands paused for a moment as his tongue invaded the others mouth, before he pushed firmly against the other pushing him down onto the bed.
Continuing to keep his lips locked firmly onto the others Lusive straddled the angel pleased that his bed being a double afford a lot more space than the couch in the other room. After a short while of intense kissing and allowing his hands to feel and investigate the angel’s bare muscles he pulled away and sat up.
He stared at Octavius intently as if trying to decide what he should do with him. However in his brief bout of intimacy a little voice had surfaced in the back of his head telling him to bite down, urging him to taste the others blood. And Lusive was trying to silence it, to block it out. The previous night the angel’s blood had brought out all the sides of him he didn’t like, his weaknesses his blood lust, and his emotional suffering. All things the vampire kept on a small chain safely locked away in the deeper parts of his mind.
But still the want and hunger was there, in the corners of his mouth and the core of his eyes, it was slight but it was there. Like the end of a ball of yarn begging to be pulled.
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Post by Grimm on Dec 9, 2011 5:33:46 GMT
Ocatvius smiled as their lips were locked together. The corners of his pale rose lips arched ever so sinfully upward as he was pushed down onto the bed. After an epic war of the tongues, Lusive parted from him, those cold hands rippled across the angels muscular contours and the angel let out a brief gasp.
As Lusive pondered straddling the angel, Ocatvius was busy letting his mind roam their very depths, unknowing that he really craved the touch of another. In the darkness he could almost see the phantom of a Master lost to the recent past. The angel let out a moan in his twisted fantasy, what would that man think of him now? If he could only see his beautiful carissimus now.
The angel's body was moving of his own sexual accord, twisting and writhing gently on top the bed and under Lusive. He was much more sedated in his aggression for that top position he enjoyed having, finding that with his hunger gone he didn't have that driving need to be in control.
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