angels and moths

[deservesadaisy]

Who: Ilde Decima and Ivan

What: something stupid

Where: a flat in Mafaton

When: a couple nights after the missions in (let's say Veerdi?)

Notes: they make the best decisions

Warnings: Mention of past abuse. Will almost certainly include sex and blood-drinking, though likely not explicit. Also, Ivan may be drunk later.


Ivan found, after dying twice, that one's sense of caution was somewhat eroded. Not completely, of course - years of habit and innate temperament saw to that - but really, what was the worst that could happen? He was strong enough in nearly all cases to make it a matter of letting him walk away or killing him. If the latter... well, he wasn't suicidal, but he was curious. Maybe the afterlife would be city on city, like nesting dolls. Maybe it would be better, or worse. Maybe it would eventually be oblivion.

But in the meanwhile, he may as well take a few risks and enjoy himself.

He sat on the balcony, smoking, and waiting for Ilde to arrive.

Comments

[rhinemaid]

"People settle, Ivan. It happens." It was entirely possible that she was mocking him a little. "Maybe I'll get bored of you, first. Hm?"

[deservesadaisy]

"More than likely," he said. "I'm used to being a spectator, not being watched."

[rhinemaid]

"I don't know about that." He seemed, to Ilde, a bit too conscious in what he did and what he said and how - he seemed like a man with an audience. In fairness, he equally seemed as though he were entirely satisfied to be his own biggest fan.

She was generally good-natured when she called him an ass, but that didn't make it not true.

After a moment, she nudged him with her knees. "Have you ever been prey, before?" ...out of curiosity.

[deservesadaisy]

He considers. "Not so directly. Socially, perhaps, when I was younger." Ivan smiled, sharp. "I suppose, when I was still human, I might have been without knowing it."

[rhinemaid]

Much as it wasn't quite the non sequitur that it seemed, whatever had prompted the inquiry she kept to herself and took that answer. She boosted herself up onto the balcony rail, where it was wide enough to sit (still a bit precarious) and balanced one foot on the arm of his chair, swinging the other below herself. "What were you like human?"

[deservesadaisy]

"Frightened," he said, "as best I recall. Quiet and rather provincial." He grinned. "Still unfairly tall."

[rhinemaid]

"That makes an odd kind of sense." ...including but not limited to the fact he hadn't miraculously sprouted another foot of height after death. Ilde had been neither quiet nor provincial when she was still under the impression she was human, although the former sort of depended on your perspective. She'd just been more inclined to a slightly different kind of play-acting, maybe.

[deservesadaisy]

Taller, relatively, compared to his countrymen of the time. "I don't think you'd have found me terribly interesting then, to be be frank."

[rhinemaid]

"Due to almost certainly not having been born yet," she agreed, immediately. "Now I'm afraid I'm participating in the cliché."

Well, almost.

[deservesadaisy]

"You know what I meant." He finished his wine, but smiled. "Still, perhaps. It's been a blessing and a curse, since Stoker, you know. All that repression dumped right in the middle of the mythos."

[rhinemaid]

"Vampire as sex metaphor and cautionary tale." Well, the former had certainly taken off with a bang. (And the latter, to a degree, but that got into a morass of cultural approach to sexuality that Ilde could live without caring about tonight.) "I feel very- cautioned."

[deservesadaisy]

"Not cautioned enough not to be here, though," he pointed out. "Which works all the better for me. Do you know, there are people on the internet who actually advertise that they want to be fed from? It's a fetish. Not terribly appealing, mind, but occasionally useful."

[rhinemaid]

Briefly entertained by the idea of Ivan clutching his pearls over anything, ever, Ilde put one hand to her mouth as she slid down from the balcony rail. "I wasn't aware. The personals here must be fascinating." She was absently sure that Réjean would know about that, if there were anything to know.

"I'm curious, though, what's more interesting to you? Fairy blood or fairy knickers?" So to speak.

[deservesadaisy]

"Generally, or yours?"

[rhinemaid]

Her expression was accordingly droll. "Which do you think?"

[deservesadaisy]

"I had no intention of choosing between the two," he said, frank. "But interesting... blood. Baring anything terribly unexpected, I expect the blood will be the more surprising."

[rhinemaid]

"That's fair. As far as I know, my vagina doesn't do tricks." Though she didn't entirely rule out the possibility that sex had somehow changed since the storm (it wasn't as if she'd had an opportunity to find out), it seemed unlikely.

[deservesadaisy]

He laughed, then, and stood up. "I think that might be a bit too interesting, in all honesty."

[rhinemaid]

"My teeth are sharper than yours, though," she added, swaying a step toward him when he stood. "So I hope you don't mind getting bit back."

[deservesadaisy]

He touched her face, running his finger along her jaw. "My lovers are generally vampires; I'm rather more used to that than not. No muscle damage, though, that hurts to repair." If she got to set rules...

[rhinemaid]

Ilde let her glamour dissolve as he touched her - the bruising on her throat was ugly, and she'd brought back a number of smaller wounds, scratches and scrapes and a shallow slash where she'd twisted out the way in time, but for some those might not have been the details most initially arresting.

At least she wasn't wearing the cowboy hat, this time.

"I wasn't planning on maiming you," she said, her hands coming to rest on his waist, "just maybe mussing you a little."

[deservesadaisy]

He took her in, flippant manner fading as he studied her. "Aren't you a lovely little thing," he murmured, and tilted her chin up to kiss her.

[rhinemaid]

Refreshing straightforwardness aside - not entirely, she was a bit pleased with herself about it - the last time anything like this had happened, it hadn't been much like this at all. She'd been sixteen, and the older man she'd been fooling around with had been human, and she'd still been slightly inclined to think of an orgasm she didn't give herself as a bonus not to necessarily be expected. She'd been worried about STDs, not whether or not she was going to need orange juice and a biscuit afterwards.

It was nice, abruptly, to be kissed and to enjoy it and to have decided what she wanted and gone to get it.

"Yes," she informed him, when certain height differences necessitated a moment's pause, "I am."

[deservesadaisy]

"Aren't you just." He caught one arm around her waist, half supporting her to pull her up for another, more extended kiss. Ivan's marriage was something he had no intention of discussing in detail, not with anyone and certainly not with Ilde. But he had been, perhaps, a bit frustrated before his death.

Or maybe death simple made his frustrations apparent to him in a new way.

Regardless, though it stayed slow, there was an edge of hunger to his kiss that wasn't purely about blood.

[rhinemaid]

Arguably, there were worse ways of working out frustration than with a pretty fairy who bit back. She was marginally less sure of herself against him than she had been in conversation; five years was a long time when you were twenty-one, and longer still when you hadn't really known what you were doing last time, either. Still, she wasn't awkward or hesitant - she had the air of someone deciding what she wanted moment by moment, exploratory and not shy.

The only wrong note was her nails sinking into his arm when her feet left the ground.