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]

"No lifting," she said, firmly, making their fourth rule for the night as they collided with his bed. Or the bed that was presently his, until he wandered off someplace else. It would more than do, anyway, and here she could crawl into his lap, which made some things more convenient and others less so. Trousers, less so. "Rule four."

They were going to end up with a handbook.

[deservesadaisy]

He settled her in his lap, in no rush about the trousers. (Yet.) "One day," he murmured, "I will have a lover who's within 25 centimeters of my height." Or perhaps not.

At least she wasn't going to get a crick in her neck, now.

[rhinemaid]

"You sound like a man with a type." The odds, therefore, were probably not in his favour. If she weren't currently preoccupied with how he was with her, she might've wondered about what sort of a woman he'd been married to.

[deservesadaisy]

"Do I?" He consciously avoided kissing her throat, which took a bit of doing, and decided removing her shirt would give him more options.

"In some ways, perhaps." Small, dark, and crazy was a good foundation, even if he wasn't entirely conscious of it.

[rhinemaid]

Her blouse was light, buttoned about halfway, and hid more bruising on her torso - none so dramatic as the strangulation marks, and none of it much holding her back. There was lace beneath, besides, a bra that functioned more as a polite suggestion than anything practical, and Ilde rolled her shoulders to let the blouse slip off her wrists behind her; the more skin bared, the more it became apparent she was just this side of aglow.

"That or, really, just far too fucking tall-" which she was cheerfully not ruling out, now that she'd been given leave to take advantage of said height by treating him like a climbing frame with buttons to be undone.

[deservesadaisy]

The downside (or upside) of his immaculate appearance was that it offered a great many buttons to undo, as well as a tie to remove. The attention he paid to her shoulder and her upper chest, however, was not very helpful to getting him undressed.

The tease of not yet biting her made everything more sharply pleasurable.

[rhinemaid]

It wouldn't have previously occurred to Ilde to think so specifically of that as anything inherently appealing; she hadn't objected to the idea of teeth in her skin, had liked the idea of sleeping with someone unlikely to mind if she accidentally broke his (or less accidentally-), but there was something distracting about the scrape of teeth and implication of lethality that wasn't frightening her the way it perhaps should have.

[deservesadaisy]

There was, of course, eventually broken skin and blood, but later, and both of them were evidently well-satisfied when they were through.

Ivan, for his part, was conscious but languid. Unfortunately or otherwise, he was too drunk to worry about the fact he was badly drunk, which was a sensation he hadn't felt in a long, long time. "Well, that answers one question," he observed, not slurred but a bit thick.

[rhinemaid]

Later, he'd probably find the bloody washcloth and the first aid kit she'd found underneath the sink in his bathroom - when she returned from it, cleaned up (smelling of soap) with a bandage tied off around her upper thigh and looking less like she'd had the worst of all periods, she cocked her eyebrow at him for his remark.

Less for the remark, actually, than how he'd delivered it.

"Are you drunk?"

[deservesadaisy]

He propped himself up on his elbows. "Well, it's your fault, bloody fairy, if I am." After a moment, he offered a hand to her, indicating she should come back to bed. "You were glowing before, weren't you? I'd hate to think you're also a hallucinogen."

[rhinemaid]

She was probably going to leave this out when she told Cynthia, later; Katya, on the other hand, might be interested to know what her blood might do. Those thoughts in mind, she rolled her eyes - blue, human-seeming, the glamour back - and laced her fingers through his when she took his hand to slide back in with him.

"Maybe a little," she conceded, giving him a shove so he was lying where she'd bled on the bed and not her.

[deservesadaisy]

He'd take a shower later, but he was disincline to move for now. "Christ, it's a good thing it's not common knowledge. That could go to shit very quickly." Vampires hooked on fairy blood, fairies disinclined to be fed on by vampires. Scuffles turning into battles, and it would be a giant mess.

[rhinemaid]

"Don't get ideas," she told him, rolling over onto her side and resting her palm flat against his, stretching her fingers out to test against how much larger his hand was than hers. "I'm not a vending machine for sweets."

[deservesadaisy]

"Well, I'm not a vibrator, love, but I still think we managed a rather satisfactory evening this time." He let her compare their hands, watching her idly.

[rhinemaid]

"You lack tentacles," she sighed, which wasn't actually a change of subject. The things you could find in this city, it was truly amazing sometimes.

[deservesadaisy]

"I hope that wasn't too strong a complaint," he said, laughing.

[rhinemaid]

"Only an observation." Still, his earlier thought- maybe it was worth being slightly more cautious about, now that she knew. Just because she could always run and hide behind Sonja if she started a riot by accident didn't mean that she should go around starting riots. Probably.

[deservesadaisy]

He ran his fingers down her side. "Well, I'm certainly not going to tell anyone." He wasn't fond of concepts like "sharing." Granted, they were nothing to one another that he had grounds to be jealous about, but on the other hand, there was no reason he had to make her more desirable to anyone else.

[rhinemaid]

Ilde curled her hand into a fist against his palm, sweeping her mass of hair out from beneath her neck and shoulder on the pillow with her other hand as she glanced at him; she looked as if she might quite like to pick apart the things in his head that made him tick, but seemingly made no attempt to actually do so.

"Certainly," she granted, after a moment.

[deservesadaisy]

"Though I shudder to think the damage you could do to my dignity if you wanted," he added, half-teasing, but only half.

[rhinemaid]

"What dignity?" That was more like it.

[deservesadaisy]

"Horrible woman." He reached for his jacket to retrieve his cigarettes.

[rhinemaid]

She rolled over onto her stomach with a faint laugh, shifting gingerly to avoid jostling the bandage with her thighs too close together, resting her head on her arms. "That's right." A few moments later, "I'm an interior designer, did I tell you? My employers are insane."

[deservesadaisy]

He lay back on the bed, offering her a cigarette. "You're joking. You go from the end of the world to picking out endtables?"

[rhinemaid]

Waving him off - the smoke wouldn't make her throat feel any better, she figured - she almost laughed, "Money is money." She couldn't just be Sonja's housewife forever, after all, and there weren't a lot of things she felt at all qualified to do. "Refereeing rich men isn't so new, anyway."