Blushing
Rises with the moon.
Evelynne wasn’t quite sure if he was genuinely offended by her little quip. Though, when he’d remarked on it she’d physically tense. Hector’s arrival only worsened things. With her gaze falling submissively to the ground just as the man appeared from the walkway.
Cezar, as eager and endearing as he was, hardly eased the sudden tension in the room. She should have apologized. Explain that how, in her limited experience of the world, she’d only ever met one other vampire like him. Or, that she hadn’t quite expressed herself as elegantly as she would’ve liked. However, Evelynne instead remained silent. Choosing to hold her tongue in favor of something else slipping out.
Hector appeared confused. With his gaze flitting back and forth between them. He felt it wasn’t his place to intervene, so he didn’t. Whatever had come up during his three-minute trip to claim his bags wasn’t of his concern. He didn’t, however, plan on lingering here all night.
“Well, shall we then?”
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Harem? Carmilla couldn’t have hoped to stifle the chuckle that’d escaped her. “It does seem that way, doesn’t it?” In reality, neither Marcellus or his peers would have ever gotten the opportunity to fulfill that role. She’d only ever turned one of them, and even then it wasn’t exactly that intimate.
“I don’t blame her for asking.” The vampiress playfully purred. “By the way Marcellus left off, it would seem we’ve been on some sort of lovers rendezvous ever since.” Her icy gaze shot to the now apprehensive vampire, narrowing into a halfheartedly accusatory glare. An unspoken order to hold his tongue.
“While what he’d recounted is the truth…” Carmilla almost reluctantly admitted, her honied tone wavering ever so slightly. “It’s only a mere portion of a lengthy, intricate tale. Our bond is…far more complex than that.”
Marcellus was undoubtedly a fiercely loyal soldier. However, he’d always had a nasty little habit of making grand gestures of otherwise trivial things. Especially when pertaining to that night. Carmilla should have known better. However, she wasn’t going to make the same mistake twice.
“As for the others, if you’re expecting more grand declarations of love, I’m afraid I’ll have to disappoint.” The vampiress would clasp her hands upon the table, shifting her gaze to the armor-clad vampires behind her. The other three took the invitation to actually join them, with their waiter appearing not to long after. Diligently serving their drinks before wordlessly scurrying off back into the crowd.
“…I found Lucien wandering across the Styrian countryside one dreary evening.” Carmilla begun somewhat indifferently after taking a rather small sip of wine.
“He was, to say the least, in terrible shape. Starved, weak, and barely coherent – I took it upon myself to see him nursed back to health.” The man dipped his head in acknowledgement, seemingly content with the scene his master had painted.
“As for Gallio and Sylven, they are both young Styrian natives. Not exactly exciting, I know. They sought me out after the rest of their little pack of vampires were felled against particularly…resourceful villagers. They’re intolerable at times. But, admittedly, quite effective.”
Both men glanced at one another, sharing a faint, albeit slightly devious smile. "Their natural born talent for indiscriminate violence, wild devastation, and reckless sense of loyalty making them the best soldiers anyone could ever hope for.”
Cezar, as eager and endearing as he was, hardly eased the sudden tension in the room. She should have apologized. Explain that how, in her limited experience of the world, she’d only ever met one other vampire like him. Or, that she hadn’t quite expressed herself as elegantly as she would’ve liked. However, Evelynne instead remained silent. Choosing to hold her tongue in favor of something else slipping out.
Hector appeared confused. With his gaze flitting back and forth between them. He felt it wasn’t his place to intervene, so he didn’t. Whatever had come up during his three-minute trip to claim his bags wasn’t of his concern. He didn’t, however, plan on lingering here all night.
“Well, shall we then?”
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Harem? Carmilla couldn’t have hoped to stifle the chuckle that’d escaped her. “It does seem that way, doesn’t it?” In reality, neither Marcellus or his peers would have ever gotten the opportunity to fulfill that role. She’d only ever turned one of them, and even then it wasn’t exactly that intimate.
“I don’t blame her for asking.” The vampiress playfully purred. “By the way Marcellus left off, it would seem we’ve been on some sort of lovers rendezvous ever since.” Her icy gaze shot to the now apprehensive vampire, narrowing into a halfheartedly accusatory glare. An unspoken order to hold his tongue.
“While what he’d recounted is the truth…” Carmilla almost reluctantly admitted, her honied tone wavering ever so slightly. “It’s only a mere portion of a lengthy, intricate tale. Our bond is…far more complex than that.”
Marcellus was undoubtedly a fiercely loyal soldier. However, he’d always had a nasty little habit of making grand gestures of otherwise trivial things. Especially when pertaining to that night. Carmilla should have known better. However, she wasn’t going to make the same mistake twice.
“As for the others, if you’re expecting more grand declarations of love, I’m afraid I’ll have to disappoint.” The vampiress would clasp her hands upon the table, shifting her gaze to the armor-clad vampires behind her. The other three took the invitation to actually join them, with their waiter appearing not to long after. Diligently serving their drinks before wordlessly scurrying off back into the crowd.
“…I found Lucien wandering across the Styrian countryside one dreary evening.” Carmilla begun somewhat indifferently after taking a rather small sip of wine.
“He was, to say the least, in terrible shape. Starved, weak, and barely coherent – I took it upon myself to see him nursed back to health.” The man dipped his head in acknowledgement, seemingly content with the scene his master had painted.
“As for Gallio and Sylven, they are both young Styrian natives. Not exactly exciting, I know. They sought me out after the rest of their little pack of vampires were felled against particularly…resourceful villagers. They’re intolerable at times. But, admittedly, quite effective.”
Both men glanced at one another, sharing a faint, albeit slightly devious smile. "Their natural born talent for indiscriminate violence, wild devastation, and reckless sense of loyalty making them the best soldiers anyone could ever hope for.”
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