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Post by Delilah A. Black on Mar 12, 2013 3:03:41 GMT -8
As he dropped his face a little nearer to hers, Delilah would do the same, letting her forehead drop onto his. She smiled rakishly at his response, which was much as she expected...but also with a modicum of understanding. At least now she understood why she felt such a level of kinship with him; he was the very thing she was afraid of becoming.
But, particularly with the part about 'enjoying what you're good at'...it was one of the reasons Delilah could deviate from either path and back again as it suited her needs. Ideally, she took the path of the warrior, walked it in slow, measured steps and never drew her blade without cause...
--But sometimes, only a demon's work would do. And damned if she wasn't good at it, too. Great, even, if she were inclined to laud her own abilities. She had been doing it for a while, now.
"I can appreciate that, I think~."
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Post by Vespyr on Mar 12, 2013 3:45:08 GMT -8
Face to Face
There was a quiet little rumble in the depth of his throat, almost like a purr of approval. Cain couldn’t tell which he liked better: that straightforward sinner attitude which she (mostly) shamelessly donned like black lingerie or the chaste white skin she tried to keep pure beneath it. Just as much as Cain wanted to run his eyes and his hands along her voluptuous armor of wickedness, the vicious urge to expose her came just as enticing.
The arm he’d kept lounging over her shoulder bent at the elbow and cradled the back of her head as a possessive hand trailed long fingers through her hair. With their faces so close, he couldn’t resist parting his lips a little to taste hers again. The piquant devilry she always seemed to keep ready for him on her lips was delicious. The maelstrom of moral decay deeper within was a sickly sweet but subtle flavor that complemented with it well. He had to work a little harder for that, but he was never one to shy from a challenge.
Especially if it was a win-win situation, no matter which side of her he wanted to play with.~
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Mar 12, 2013 12:48:57 GMT -8
As he moved his face into hers with soft devil's lips brushing against her own, tantalizing in the sheer potential the kiss held, Delilah sighed inwardly at herself, feeling as ensnared as before. Oh, he was sweet. Oh, so sinful. He was corrupting her with every little touch, every tempting taste of his lips and that blasted smile of his that spoke volumes of both nothing and everything.
The trick here would be to not allow that decadent taint to pierce her flesh beneath her dross armour. It would slide over her, like a blanket of oil. Cover her head to toe as it set her skin on fire with sensation that she had long denied herself, denied The Woman. But she must not let it sink into her core.
She must not allow that.
Easy to say...not so easy to deny.
A soft groan escaped her and with something that could have been reluctance, she pressed her mouth more firmly against his. The hand on his thigh would slide up his body to his ribs, fingers digging in slightly.
"You devil, you," she almost growled into his lips. Damn his effect on her. Damn herself for enjoying it so much.
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Post by Vespyr on Mar 12, 2013 13:20:44 GMT -8
staaaaaalliiiiiiing~ 
"The one and only," Cain rumbled, tilting his head a little to the side to kiss the space Delilah's cheekbone and her ear, and further down, gradually making his way to her neck. Once he got there he'd carefully open his mouth and set his teeth against her skin, softly at first. He flicked his eyes up and past her for a moment.
His smoldering red gaze wandered around the candlelit tomb, quietly alert, as if he were waiting for something to happen. The shadows remained where they were, banished to the four corners of the chamber. Morning light and a faint summery breeze swept in through the doorway where the broken gates hung half-ajar. The dead still rested in their cozy nooks in the wall.
No one would know~
Cain closed his eyes and sunk his teeth in a littler deeper, lightly suckling at her pale skin with his tongue.
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Mar 12, 2013 13:51:49 GMT -8
At the first sensation of his teeth set gently against her skin, she hissed quietly in pleasant anticipation, which quickly turned into a sharp gasp as his sharp teeth went deeper. She shivered as his warm breath caressed her skin and his wet, hot mouth suckled with stinging pleasure around the area of the bite.
Delilah closed her eyes, lost in the sensations. The hand on Cain's side scratched lightly up his side to the back of his head, where her hand pressed him in closer and she buried part of her face into his long strip of hair, drinking him in. Her other hand slipped up his chest to grip him around the shoulder a she lifted one leg onto the pedestal beside him, followed by the other on the opposite side, effectively straddling him as she hovered just above his lap.
SO bad...so good.
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Post by Vespyr on Mar 12, 2013 14:22:32 GMT -8
Cain's hands smoothed down the sides of her body and slid beneath her thighs, hoisting her up further as she straddled him. With a demanding little growl he leaned away from the pedestal a moment and flipped around to slide her onto it, knocking over the candelabra in the process. As it clattered to the floor, the candles' flame died out in a wisp of smoke, and cold shadows enveloped the two hoodlums once again.~
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"So I guess we're those people now." |
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Mar 12, 2013 14:42:52 GMT -8
She chuckled a little breathlessly up at him, warm body pressed against the cool stone beneath her. A part of her was disgusted with herself, a very small part. I mean, sex in a graveyard? While on a mission? Honestly.
On the other hand, it just seemed rather appropriate; a celebration of life whilst surrounded by the long since forgotten dead? And hell, where wasn't a graveyard these days?
She let these thoughts trickle through her mind like sand through her fingers. They were unimportant. And she was still basking in the strange afterglow, satisfied.
"Didn't think I would need to scratch that one off my bucket list." she grinned.
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Post by Vespyr on Mar 12, 2013 14:59:57 GMT -8
A roguish chuckle, and Cain would lean back away from the pedestal. His hand slipped into his jacket pocket for the lighter again, but not for the candles. He tucked a cigarette between his lips and for a moment, their shadowy faces would be illuminated by the flame of the zippo as he lit it up. A smoldering gaze flicked up at her for an instant before the light went out and scent of smoke wafted from his lips.
"Surprised I hadn't yet," Cain replied, smirking. |
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Mar 12, 2013 16:16:05 GMT -8
Honestly, so was she.
Delilah sat up, readjusting her tank top so that it completely covered her again and slipping back into the remaining leg of her jeans. She took a moment to fix her hair, studying Cain with perfect clarity (though she did note that if her earring were not in place, that the little trio of red orbs glowing in the darkness that belonged to him would add to the 'devil' comparison earlier) as he smoked in the darkness.
She looked around the room again, casually, almost surprised that they hadn't been disturbed. Almost. They were in a graveyard after all. The dead weren't really supposed to be moving.
And then it occurred to her that having a quickie within an audience of the no longer living was not why they had come there in the first place.
She turned back to Cain, laughing quietly at the two of them. "So, why are we here, again?" she asked, obviously joking and making fun of their deliberate forgetfulness.
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Post by The New Student Dean on Mar 14, 2013 10:07:46 GMT -8
---A simple buzzing sound would happen upon the room.
Just a small one, before stopping abruptly. Then another... and this time, Delilah would feel it on the very bridge of her nose. Just a fly, just a fly, having landed on her nose. If she tried to swat at it... she would be surprised to see that it would not move. In fact, it would stay on her nose... to be crushed. And she would smell an extraordinarily pungent aroma from the crushed insect.
Leech... would have to contend with the sound of three buzzing sounds on his back. And then Delilah would feel five swarming about her arm. And then more. And then more. All the flies that that would land upon their bodies would not move. And every time they were swatted or crushed, they would release more and more little clouds of the repulsive aroma.
...This... pungent smell assailed the air. Breathing it in for three seconds straight would be enough to elict even the most iron-cast man onto all fours, vomiting uncontrollably for a few seconds.
From the cracks of the room, from the little miserly holes, the flies flew, swarming over them... but never flying into their orifices, though they could crawl into them all easily. They would all land initially on their exposed skin at first. Over their lips, Around their eyes. On their ear lobes. Their necks. But they would crawl, and they would soon feel them under their skin.
---Fire would not repel them. The torrent flies would literally flutter into the flames, extinguishing them with their lives. Insects.
...And from everywhere... From nowhere...
A coughin sound. Pained. Chortled. Forced. Invountary. Always coughing. Always growing louder. Always harsh, always unreasonable. It was like the pacing beat of a heart.
It did not matter if they closed the doors. If they tried to plug in the holes. If they tried to leave...
They would come.
They covered the room. There was enough of them that their smell seemed to be carried along by their disgusting little bodies... Everywhere, they would flounder to fill...
...Except over one tomb. Perhaps they would not have noticed it before. There was a large crack in the corner of it, as though to split the rock in twain... but the rock had not been successfully split. And the crevice over the tomb was easily three inches deep, a foot long.
The smooth, gray large, stone tomb was easily eight feet long, four feet wide. And it was ajar, untouched.
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Post by Vespyr on Mar 14, 2013 12:30:41 GMT -8
ooc note: Doing my best to translate/interpret the tomb you described in a way that still fits with how i initially described the mausoleum, in the catacomb-style of having the coffins embedded in the walls. Examples of what i meant by that: 1/2/3
"The fuck," Cain grunted, slapping a hand to his neck where a few flies landed. Rather than ward them off, though, his palm only smashed them against his skin with an almost immediate explosion of stench. He breathed, he gagged, he recognized the smell. Cain's eyes widened and he whirled around as more flies swarmed him, expecting to see someone there… but there was no one. He was hardly able to hold his breath. His whole body cringed and his eyes watered. Cain backed himself against the wall of the mausoleum and glared around the room. It took all he had not to keep slapping at the damned flies; killing them only seemed to worsen the stench.
Through the shadows and the swarming insects, Cain found himself staring.
Cracked… tomb.
Cain leapt forward immediately, snatching up his crowbar. He strode with vehemence toward the unmarked tomb-in-the-wall. It was getting to the point where he could hardly hold his breath any longer, and he coughed harshly, pinching his nose as he shuddered another breath to at least lessen the reek from flooding his senses. Then he jammed the end of the crowbar into the crack in the stone and attempted to force the covering of the alcove further open.
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Mar 14, 2013 19:34:35 GMT -8
A slight buzzing sound filled the air, but Delilah paid it no mind, not initially. What was so unusual about flies in a graveyard? Or flies period, for that matter.
One alighted on her nose and she automatically lifted a hand to shoo it away--only to have it squash against her hand and nose. She cringed at the sensation. Stupid fly
A second later, she was reeling, eyes watering at the putrid stench that filled her nostrils. She gagged, swiping the wretched ichor off of her by scrubbing her face with her shirt. She shuddered convulsively. Worst thing ever. And way too familiar
Several more alit on her arms and, reflexively, she swatted again--TO HER IMMEDIATE REGRET. "GodDAMMIT," she retched, suddenly immensely grateful that she hadn't eaten in nearly thirty six hours. More landed on her and she had to resist the urge not to swat them, not to rid the crawlies from her skin, stop them from burrowing, stop the overwhelming buzzing sound--
--Cain grabbed the crow bar from off the floor, bringing Delilah around as he walked toward the only space in the entrance that wasn't covered by the flies; a tomb with a crack in it.
Delilah leapt to her feet to Cain's side and to the tomb. She held her breath and seized the edge of the tomb, growling with strain as the flies on her hands burst and filled the air with more of that rotting stench as she tried to haul it away from the opening with all her strength.
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Post by Vespyr on Mar 27, 2013 23:28:30 GMT -8
ooc: GM services no longer needed, but thanks for your time.
The marble slab wouldn't give. The stench was becoming unbearable; it was as if his lungs refused to inhale anymore, and Cain felt himself beginning to choke. With a final impudent kick at the tomb, Cain tugged on the fabric of Delilah's shirt and backpedaled toward the entrance of the mausoleum, shaking his head incredulously. Then he turned and ran.
He kept running until he could no longer hear the flies swarming around him. He ran a little further. Then he stopped and took a deep breath, and though the air was still infected with that rotten odor, it was just clean enough for him not to gag on it.
If Delilah had followed him, he'd give her a slightly crazed look and panted, out of breath--
"We're gonna need... fuckin' hazmat suits or something. There is no fuckin' way... fuck."
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Mar 31, 2013 18:20:34 GMT -8
Despite even her best efforts, the marble slab refused to move. Feeling a tug on the back of her shirt, Delilah would resist only for a moment before following after the man she was here for.
And then, she was running with him, out of the area and out of the noxious fumes of those damned flies. Stopping only once they were somewhere even deeper in the grave yard than they were before. She coughed out the remnants of the putrid air trapped in her lungs and bent down with her hands braced on her knees, just breathing.
"Shit...the Experiment didn't mention that. " she grumbled after a moment of trying to get the clean air back into her lungs. She moved off to the side a little to lean against a decorative headstone, glaring back the way they had come at the mausoleum.
"What now?'
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Post by Vespyr on Mar 31, 2013 18:37:17 GMT -8
"I dunno, where's a fuckin' shower when you need one?" Cain huffed, grimacing. They had escaped the worst of it, but he could still smell the reek from the flies they'd smashed on themselves. He was reluctant to get in the truck to go anywhere, even, because they'd probably drag then stench anywhere they set foot in.
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