Golden droplets of jasmine scented oil were forming little pools along the cascading line of feminine shoulders. The blue-silk wrapped choker was tugged up to the base of a very proudly held chin as blackish fingers rubbed the liquid along the line of her neck in a massaging motion. Lashes fluttered at the soothing qualities of the oil as it cleaned the primary point of her upmost irritation.
Both hands moved in circular motions to ease the aching pain of the choker and its magics. Ethereal eyes drifted to the figure sleeping in a nearby bed. The sheets of cold mauve and purples created such a serene effect against his light skin. The Drowess smiled briefly to herself before placing the bottle of oil on the shelf nearest her beloved clawfoot tub.
Predatory ambulation carried this proud creature closer to the private chamber with a look of strange contentment spread across her face. The ferocity of the hunt coupled with certain indulgences she had been enjoying with his company had left the Drowess oddly satisfied in such a way of living. Manicured nails of a smokey color tugged on the choker once more.
The shadow tendrils of an accomodating darkness licked out to drag along her body as burgundy lips drew closer to her prey's attentive ears. Smooth lines of hissing language broke across the cold air of her RhyDin suite to the figure laying so comfortably and so luxuriously atop this plush throne.
Usstan inbal natha belbol whol dos, ussta ssinssrigg. Drill ust, Usstan orn ssrig'luin natha elamshinae...
Warm lips turned upwards in a wicked grin as those spider-like fingers reached out to brush along his strong jawline. A kiss was pressed to his cheek as the Drowess relaxed once more in the cold comfort of her suite.
Playing the Muse
That light touch pulled black hues towards that ever enticing figure beside him. It was an odd relationship they had, surly not one of caring, but the physical attraction was there and an understanding between outcasts. However his own little secret still needed to be told. How would this lovely creature react to knowing the body she had come to enjoy, was not the body of the one that adored the Drow and her abilities?
That was something to consider at a later date. For all the hatred so many had come to bare towards the old one he had, as of yet, to really harm anyone. Why did they wish him destroyed just because he could only survive while in the body of this power hungry fool who released him? Anyone else would claim that the man called Artemus deserved his fate. This was a lesson to the mortal about reaching too high too fast.
[color=cyan]Vel'bol zhah ol dos ssinssrin, ssinssrigg? Vel'bol elamshinae xun dos ssinssrin?[/color]
Lips curved up into a soft smile as he raised a hand to take her own ebony fingers and place a soft kiss to each knuckle, eyes focusing on that beautiful visage before him. Despite the cold colors of the room and the actual chilled temperatures he felt warmed laying right where he was, with a sense of being at home. It did pull at his curiosity this favor she wanted and the gift she had for him, he had not asked anything of her, so it was possibly she felt she needed to give him something, though she had given him many precious gifts. Ones that despite his dark nature he would ever cherish. He may not be a nice person, but even he understood the feelings of others, even if they did not care for his own.
That was something to consider at a later date. For all the hatred so many had come to bare towards the old one he had, as of yet, to really harm anyone. Why did they wish him destroyed just because he could only survive while in the body of this power hungry fool who released him? Anyone else would claim that the man called Artemus deserved his fate. This was a lesson to the mortal about reaching too high too fast.
[color=cyan]Vel'bol zhah ol dos ssinssrin, ssinssrigg? Vel'bol elamshinae xun dos ssinssrin?[/color]
Lips curved up into a soft smile as he raised a hand to take her own ebony fingers and place a soft kiss to each knuckle, eyes focusing on that beautiful visage before him. Despite the cold colors of the room and the actual chilled temperatures he felt warmed laying right where he was, with a sense of being at home. It did pull at his curiosity this favor she wanted and the gift she had for him, he had not asked anything of her, so it was possibly she felt she needed to give him something, though she had given him many precious gifts. Ones that despite his dark nature he would ever cherish. He may not be a nice person, but even he understood the feelings of others, even if they did not care for his own.
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