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Post by Gabriel Seran on Oct 4, 2009 20:41:00 GMT -8
The cool winter air setting in over the Seran Estates brought with it a sense of expectation, a sense of glee almost where nothing could go wrong that perhaps maybe the future was infact meant to be bright and glorious after all. Gabriel Seran sat within his luxurious attire fixing the bowtie fastened at his neck. His long graceful fingers would play at the hems of his shirt noteably making sure everything was in line with how he was to be presented. He tried to smile looking in the mirror but stood their cursing the opals of his eyes, their crimson hues cursing him. Finger's swashed away within capsules retrieving emerald contacts to conceal his shamed status. Perhaps now he could appear the slightest bit human.
"Lord Seran your limo has arrived." Marcus would shout from the lower level of his estate.
Gabriel gave a short nod in the mirror pleased at once; He walked down the spiraled stairs expecting some kind of presence to meet him with trumpets, but that was the old days when regality was far more elegantly represented. Gabriel Seran the Lord of Lyon would have to return one day to take up his crown. His future spelt nothing less than great pride and priviledge something he knew that he'd yet to deseve.
Stepping out onto the fray of his round-about Gabriel sat within the blackened Limo's walls waiting as the thing pulled of and around the circle towards the gates listed prevlantly with the simbols large and emboldened. S & E
"Cyprien, to Reira's estates sil vous plait.." Gabriel would say quickly without regret.
The woman he'd lost over time had finally retruned and he'd yet to have any time with her just the two of them. The smile returned there. Damn how he'd missed it, joy was a hard thing to come by these last couple of years.
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Post by Reira DeMorvick on Oct 4, 2009 21:47:52 GMT -8
She was dreadfully bored. Demetri was out at a business party and Mischa had oddly enough tagged along with him. It was strange, to think that her best friend was so close with her Uncle, but in a way she liked it. They always had been close and always seemed to enjoy another’s company, so in a sense it was natural for Demetri to take Mischa along and not her. There was that reason and the fact that Reira so dreadfully hated business parties.
Because of her lack of anything to do, her mind began to wander. She mostly thought about him. She felt like so close to him, but at the same time so far away. Almost as if there were a wall separating them. A wall that let them see, and feel one another, but one that didn’t let them be fully together. They just needed to spend more quality time together. Just the two of them alone, with no third parties, and no other interferences. An idea was forming.
Getting up from her lazy position in her bed, she dashed off to the bathroom to get ready. The girl showered and dressed herself in a lovely form fitting black dress, that had quite a high slit. Blow drying her hair, she curled it lightly, sprayed some sweet smelling perfume on her neck, and ran off to the living room, where she would then start lighting white candles; filling the darkened room with their light. Heels clicking as she walked to the kitchen she grabbed a bottle of champagne and two champagne glasses. Going back into the living room, she set them up nicely on the table, sprinkling a few rose petals here and there to balance things out. All in all, she had made the place have a very moody astrosphere. The glass windows gave the place a clear view of the ocean and the starry sky above. It was perfect.
Smiling at her handiwork, she took her seat on the couch, crossing one leg over the other. Cell phone in hand, she was just going to text him when she heard a knock on the door. Dorosa opened it, and in stepped Gabriel. Shock filled her face. She looked to her cell phone with wide eyes, closed it quickly, and then looked back to him, smiling brightly. Excited.
“Y’know, I was just going to call you!,” she said with a laugh. “Get over here!”
Fate had a weird way of playing.
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Post by Gabriel Seran on Oct 4, 2009 22:04:47 GMT -8
Out from nowhere the large sea side residence came up in the sights of the long black limousine. Gabriel's reminiscent emerald eyes taking note of the modern deluxe setting Demetri had suited it to fit. Much like the man himself Gabriel would suppose, however that was not the most taxing thing on his mind Gabriel was carrying a surprise along with him for a special meeting. Stepping out of the limo the heels of Gabriel's fine shoes tapped against the stone flooring all the way up to the entrance.
"Bonjour Dorosa, may I come in?" He would say with a smile his eyes slowly tracing up to see Reira in a surprised fashion. Seems fate had indeed played a part here.
“Get over here!”
Gabriel would dutifully follow as instructed giving the housemaid a courteous bow of admittance before taking a long stride in. Hands in pockets and a charming smile stretching from ear to ear as he made a slow approach toward Reira's perched position.
"Seems I've got a package for you.." Gabriel said making a sexual reference and with a curious wink, lowering himself beside her on the couch with a smooth kiss to the lips.
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Post by Reira DeMorvick on Oct 4, 2009 22:22:59 GMT -8
“Oh really,” she said, pulling him down upon her. Her lips found his and they shared a small kiss before she broke away again. “And do I get to open this package?” Her hand rested on his cheek, slowly moving through his hair to rest on the back of his neck. Reira absolutely adored him. He was so full of class.
But before that…she crawled out from under him and opened the bottle of champagne, pouring him a glass and pouring. She would then take a sip of her and offered him the glass that was for him.
This would be a good night for the two of them and their relationship. It gave them a chance to talk. Perhaps clear things up about Alexis, Matrim and the mischievous Chuck. Furthermore, it would only take a moment to clear up those matter and they’d all be better. To have some fun she would hope.
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Post by Gabriel Seran on Oct 4, 2009 22:36:46 GMT -8
He met her with a welcoming grin placing a hand neatly over hers as she poured the chapagne redily. "Most certainly ma belle." He would say before kissing her cheek. His hand ran into his coat pocket with stealthy precision. In it would lie a Black Velvet box, something special he'd been meaning to share with her would remain fastened inside. Still a great many questions hovered atop his mind. They were very unimportant in the grand scheme of things but essentially they'd all come to pass. Reira and him would discuss it together. A grand smile lit his face finally revealing to her the surprise he'd kept within. "It was my mother's before she passed; I think she would have loved for you to wear it." Gabriel said with a smooth smile still cherishing the moment he'd have with her. "Rei, I know we have some problems but I'm willing to face them... Just for you." Gabriel truly meant it, she was worth more to him than his life's fortune and would sell it all away if it meant just another second in her embrace. (ooc: gift Pic |
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Post by Reira DeMorvick on Oct 4, 2009 23:35:55 GMT -8
Reira was glad that she had put her champagne glass back on the table, for she probably would’ve dropped the glass upon seeing the gift Gabriel had presented to her. She was honestly speechless. It was so beautiful and it was such a sweet notion. Smiling, she gave him and quick hug and then held him at arms lengths.
“Oh Gabriel I couldn’t,” she said, after hearing it was his mother’s. “I don’t feel worthy.” The necklace was obviously something of great importance to him, hell, to all of the Seran’s. Reira didn’t know how deserving she was of it. After all, they’re relationship already started off rocky…the first night they saw each other she had cut her arm for crying out loud…and as much as she wanted the perfect relationship, she was afraid. Because Reira was Reira and this necklace felt way to special for it to be placed upon her neck. “It’s gorgeous, but it was your mother’s. I don’t think…”
"Rei, I know we have some problems but I'm willing to face them... Just for you."
Staring at his eyes, she swallowed her fears and believed in him. Yes. They would make it. Together. Leaning in forward, she gave him a small kiss. A grateful smile spread across her lips. “Thank you.” She would then move her hair to one side. “I’d love to wear your mother’s momentum. I promise I won’t let her down.”
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Post by Gabriel Seran on Oct 5, 2009 0:09:13 GMT -8
Gabriel smiled pulling up his champagn glass for a sort of informal toast of sorts. "I'm sure you won't." He replied a glimmer of pure happiness in his eye coming to a stand. With the same motion he'd pull Reira up to her feet and begin.
"Now, of course we have to celebrate. To a night of fun and adventure." Gabriel would say with a smile as he clinked the glasses taking a short drink.
Little would Reira know, Gabriel had an exciting evening planned for them something that would surely appeal to even the darker side of her nature. A confident smile carried with him all the while totting her back to the limo hiding away in front of the property.
"I had something planned out, as for the rest of the night we'll play it by ear." Gabriel turned saying with a small wink as he opened the black limo's door for her.
In under twenty minutes they'd be in town under the headlights of one of the biggest 21+ club in Long Beach. A lttle overdressed but regaurdless it wouldn't slow these two down.
"Care to dance the night away?" Gabriel winked with a charming endeavor
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Post by Reira DeMorvick on Oct 5, 2009 22:33:09 GMT -8
Reira took the delicate necklace and carefully placed it around her neck, admiring it in the reflection of the champagne bottle. Even if it wasn’t a proper mirror, she could still tell how beautiful the piece of jewellery was. It must have looked so much more elegant on Mrs. Seran. Picking up her glass, she hit hers with his and took a sip.
“I’ll toast to that,” she said, taking yet another sip. But it was time to ditch this place. Even though she did put a lot of effort into making it look romantic, setting the mood. But hey, there were always more candles and who says they wouldn’t end up back here when the music dies, when the drinks are gone, and all they wanted was each other. “I was hoping you’d say that, lead the way!” Enthusiasm over flowing, she took his hand and followed him out the door and into a waiting limo.
After a quick drive, the limo pulled into one of the hottest clubs in the city. They’d definitely needed a fake ID to get into this place, that or a lot of money. Good thing they had the latter. Getting in was a pinch. She let her eyes take in the epicness of the club. Oh hot damn. She was going to love this place. Turning to Gabriel, she quickly closed the distance between them.
“You know how I like to get,” she said a certain tone in her voice. Placing a slow, intimate kiss on his lips, she pulled away and grinned. “Show me a good time.”
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Post by Gabriel Seran on Oct 5, 2009 23:44:06 GMT -8
(ooc: Cheezy I know =P)
The black lights would descend upon the darkened room lighting up the large gym sized club up into a massive rave. The throbbing of music playing against the rythme of feet stomping the earth. It resembled a very sensual beat that Gabriel sought to keep with, his hands clasping at Reira's hips binding them close together his forehead meeting her's lips away breathing as one. He could feel the intense heat build up as a bead of sweat trickled down the back of his neck swaying to the unending beat of the music.
"I know you..."
-skipping ahead a bit...SWOOSH!-
Late in the night it would seem as though the other dancers were replaced by newer more refreshed souls. But the two dead center would continue only to be disrupted by the new-aged tautly bound mind freaks bound away by latex and studs.
"Want to get out of here?" Gabriel would whisper in here ear quizically. There was still a long night ahead.
They'd take the back exit of the club, a dark narrow ally. But nothing like that would startle Gabriel and his giddy disposition at the present. Undoubtably he was extremely happy with how the evening was turning out.
"Look what we got here boy's..." Two dark figures emerged from the shadows.
"Seems like we got ourselves some fresh meat."
The first shadow held with him a large plank of wood in one hand something that would easily knock someone out should it be used over the head. As for the other he was weilding a clattering rusty chain.
"Think if we beat this one down, we can tie 'er up, have some fun." The first said chuckling to himself.
Gabriel would stand infront blocking the narrow hallway, he knew well enough Reira could handle herself but once more he felt obligated.
"Pretty sure we can take em... If you've got my back?" Gabriel whispered with a low smile.
Malik, the first Dark man came at them first with the makeshift bat raising it to hit Gabriel in the head. Only to smash his arm leveling Gabriel to the floor. The other would sneak around and try to get at Reira with his grubby hands.
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Post by Reira DeMorvick on Oct 6, 2009 12:00:40 GMT -8
This place was…let’s just say that it suited her style almost too perfectly. He really did know her more than she gave him credit for. With his hands situated nicely on her hips, her arms wound around his shoulders, where they would slide down the muscular arch of his back. Their lips found each others, as bodies danced a long side their own. It would be a wonderful ‘hands on’ experience.
“So you think,” she answered with a devilish grin.
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*Also skipping ahead, lalalala*
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The two of them had danced and partied the night away. It was getting rather late, Reira was tired, probably a little dehydrated from dancing, and alcohol was not helping her there. She wasn’t drunk, but definitely buzzed. It would probably be for the best if they left right now. She didn’t like how the guy in leather pants and covered in piercings looking at her. When Gabriel suggested they leave, she nodded in agreement.
Since the general exit was too crowded to even think about pushing their way through, Gabriel had led them out a side door, where they found themselves in an alley way. The cool night air hit her like a slap in the face. It felt good on her heated body. But it appears that they weren’t the only ones in the alley that night. Two rough, probably drugged up, looking men had accosted them. The sick bastards, they were just asking for it.
“Oh joy, some senile idiots,” she said irritatingly. Which probably only made the men even more mad. Oh well. Reira squeezed Gabriel reassuringly on the shoulder. Oh she had his back alright. “Don’t worry Gabriel dear, I won’t let them rape you.” That did it. The men charged, the first one hitting Gabriel with a bat, causing him to fall over. Reira hand her hands full.
The other man had come at her from behind. As soon as he did this, she swirled in a 180 and kicked him in the face. Stumbling back, Reira ran up to a metal garbage can. “Ever play kick the can?,” she asked, acting like this whole thing was a game. With another powerful kick, she sent the trash can flying into the man’s stomach, where he would fall back and hit his head on the larger, metal dumpster. Now, how was Gabriel doing? She had just turned around to look when she felt a sharp pain on the back of her head.
“Mother fucker.” Looks like the guy she was playing with still wanted to play. Apparently he had pulled himself back up and had smashed a bottle across her head. She didn’t think she was bleeding and she definitely could see more stars than usual in the night sky, but that didn’t stop her from kicking the guy in the balls, watching him fall, and then kicking him again in the torso and then in the face. Okay. Now she could help Gabriel.
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Post by Gabriel Seran on Oct 6, 2009 20:42:27 GMT -8
Gabriel was down for a short moment, on one hand he knew well enough that Reira was one of the strongest women he knew. She was more than capable of handling herself with a bunch of drunk croonies. But the other side feared for her saftey. His eyes would never leave her in the brawl feeling distracted as he put up a front against the assailant he went toe-to-toe with. A few hits but Gabriel was fine his lip a bit blodied and his arm feeling limp but he could take him.
"Mother Fucker"
Gabriel's eyes shot up quickly only to recieve a smack to the face from the guy taking advantage of his attention being elsewhere. The thought that ran through his mind was to save Reira. With a fast impulse Gabriel ducked a blow and stuck his hand against the mans face and activated his Qi. A sudden burst of energy lit the ally and the man's face sizzled beneath his grip.
"Rei are you alr..." Gabriel would ask hurdling the other man.
Damnit of course she handled it on her own. No hero work for Gabriel today. However he would come close enough to cradle her head patting the bleeding spot. He applied a soft kiss to the tender area surely already healed by now before removing his tie.
"You just can't stay out of trouble can you?" He'd say with a clever smile using his tie to rid her of a bloodied mess. "What I'd ever do if I lost you..." Gabriel shook his head foolishly.
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Post by Reira DeMorvick on Oct 7, 2009 18:16:55 GMT -8
“Of course I’m alri---” Before she could answer he was all over her, making sure she was okay. He even went so far as to take off his tie to stop the small amount of blood from the cut on her head. She felt like a child being comforted. It was sweet, but it was strange. Reira was used to getting hurt, playing rough, and such comfort was not really too her liking. But it was amusing. Laughing she shook her head, and took his hands in hers. “Gabriel,” she said softly. “I’m fine, really there’s no need.” She would already feel her Qi start working. In a good 15 minutes there would be no cut there at all.
Laughing at his over protective actions, she just shook her head as he continued to clean her up. “I admit, I’m a trouble magnet, but I’m totally worth it,” she said with a grin. “So what now? We had a great evening at the club, beat up a few baddies and now we’re standing in an alley way. My house? Or did you have something else in mind?”
She was up for anything. In her mind, it was still early. And she really wanted to show off the necklace she just received.
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Post by Gabriel Seran on Oct 8, 2009 15:22:09 GMT -8
Gabriel smiled with a coy embrace. IT felt good to be acknowledged as something more than simply a brute, every facet was employed when being with Reira it was work he enjoyed; working his mind body and soul Gabriel had never been completely tired until he met her. And this being their first evening together, all alone, it only made sense that he'd be distracted by her entirely.
"Sounds like a plan beautiful. Though I noticed you had built a garden in your threshold." Gabriel smiled with a small wink never forgetting the romantic setting she'd made of the place.
Gabriel gave her the space that was needed of such a powerful woman but he couldn't physically keep far, wrapping his arm about her waist respectivly sending his own aura of attraction. A curious gaze left him wondering where she'd lead him to from here.
"Lead the way ma Belle."
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Post by Reira DeMorvick on Oct 9, 2009 18:18:40 GMT -8
The brunette grinned inwardly, knowing just how much of a handful she was. She tried not to be, she really did, but trouble tended to find her no matter where she went. Trouble also partnered itself with drama, love triangles and all that sick shit. My my, what would her mother do if she knew all that Reira had been through? On second thought, maybe that was better left unanswered. Hey, at least she had fun.
Reira smiled at the fact that he now left everything up to her. Hmm. She didn’t have any particular plans, but first things first. It was time to get off the streets. Gabriel had wrapped an arm around her waist and the two of them walked to the waiting limo. The driver opened the door and before she got in she would give him a quick kiss on the cheek. “Okay then, let’s go back to my place. Maybe finish that champagne bottle, watch a movie, talk, I don’t care; just as long as it involves you I couldn’t be happier!” Pulling him into the seat next to hers, the driver began to drive.
It didn’t take long for them to reach her house. As soon as she got the door open, she kicked off the heels, and flopped on the couch, one hand on her forehead. She didn’t realize how much energy she spent on dancing, though she was far from ready to go to sleep. Instead she had a peculiar thought, which she voiced bluntly, with an amused tone.
“Do you remember when we first met?”
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Post by Gabriel Seran on Oct 9, 2009 23:20:05 GMT -8
Gabriel slid in behind her at an even pace the tired look on his face was decieving because he could have spent the night away if it was just the two of them. Gabriel didn't exactly move for the couch just yet instead he peeled off the expensive coat revealing a bit of his dominant frame to her. It had been awhile since she'd gotten to see a bit more of him his frame had gotten a bit bigger, tenser muscles revealed themselves against the formalware as he set the coat away atop the counter table.
“Do you remember when we first met?”
Gabriel laughed shortly setting his hands in his pockets as he strode almost like a penguin towards her.
"Would that be when I was good ol' Mafia drug lord in the city, or Fun times on the beach?" Gabriel smiled with a small win approaching her.
He dropped next to her on the couch leaning in for a small kiss playing comfortably at a distance as he'd make her work for it. Present the prize only to retreat till she went all out.
"Of course I remember."
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