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Adian Bishop (haunted_vocals) wrote in haunted_roads,
@ 2008-02-01 12:32:00

Entry tags:

adian, chloe, drystan

Week One: Wednesday
WHO: Adian, Chloe, and Drystan
WHEN: Wednesday Night (Approaching midnight.)
WHERE: Dimitriou's Jazz Alley
WHAT: Adian decides to do a bit of performing.

"Good evening." Her voice rang out over the club's sound system, as she spoke into the microphone. Adian stood back, smiling softly, as a few of the regulars broke out in applause. This establishment, had been one of the first she visited, after they made to move to Seattle. When she wasn't baby sitting Vallis, or having a drink at one of the smaller pubs, or bars, she was here. Singing, and performing for any one who would listen. Or simply enjoying the other musicians who frequented the stage. One group in particular, she'd made a deal with. They would back her, while she sang, and any money earned, would go to them.

Now that Vallis was claiming her as his pet, she didn't have to work. He was disgustingly well off, and she was reaping the benefits of that wealth. If having fine clothing, and luxurious living arrangements, meant that she had to put up with his bullshit on occasion... she could handle it. It made sense, that they stuck together. After all, they were both seeking the same woman, and that search bound them together. They were family in a way, tied together through Roslin. There was also a comfort, in having someone to turn to, even if he was bastard.

"I'm Adian, an Britain native, if you can't tell. These gentlemen behind me, are Second Sight, they are Seattle natives. We could like to play a few songs for you this night, if that suits you." When the applause broke once more, she turned to look towards the band. "On three then." The lights dimmed over the stage, before the drummer began to count them off. The house was still, when the begging rift of the song started. A repeating mix of drums, and guitar, sounding in seven. When the music silenced once more, she began. "Cry baby.... I know she told ya, I know she told ya that she loved you. Much more than I do...." The old blues song, made famous by Janis Joplin. A personal favorite of hers. It was one that always seemed to get the crowd going, which was an excellent way to start off a set.

Those in the audience might not know it, but she'd been performing on stage, for almost seventy years now. Having played all through out England, and in the places she, and Vallis moved to, before finally settling here. She was a pro, Adian knew how to work the stage, how to appease the audience. A true entertainer, if there ever was. Her voice carried such soul, and strength, it was surprising that such power came from such a delicate form. It had been surprising people her entire life. Even as a child, when she stood before the congregation, and sang hems from the bible, people were often left with their jaws, resting upon the floor. The talent had been nurtured, and encouraged by her mother. Allowed to blossom to it's full potential, to what it was now.

When the final drum beat seized, the gathered crowd erupted. It gave her a true rush, but her smile was kept at a moderate. She didn't want to draw attention to her fangs. "Thank you..." She said, before returning the mic to it's stand. "This next song, is one of my own. It's called Tender." It was immediately obvious, that the tone of the song would be drastically different from their first. The beat was much heavier, and slower. The guitar began the intro, joined some time later by the drums. Gripping the sides of the mic, Adian stepped forward, placing her lips a few inches from it. "I run, I fall, I drift away. Check my body now, was it body or soul? The darkness fades, fades to the light. Disappearing now, disappears from the night. And all these nightmares I once had as a child. The morning always came, it came too late. What did my mind forget, forget to hide? Could the nightmare be awake? I don't know..."

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creux_ami
2008-02-05 04:32 am UTC (link)

Exquisite. Chloe was taken by the comely creature and the enchanting voice. No longer human, a fact all too obvious to the far older vamp… little signs a human would never see but Chloe knew from five centuries experience. She snatched the rose from the vase on her table and after piercing her tongue, discreetly allowed it to bleed into the core of the open petals. Her waitress was summoned and instructed to bring the floor and a bottle of the Leonetti Cellars Merlot. Not exactly local, but it was close enough. A decent wine… the best the Dimitriou’s had to offer. Chloe liked it well enough that she often served it in her boutique, hopefully the charming chanteuse would feel the same.

Her dress, Chloe noticed, almost as an after-thought, was not only as graceful and elegant as the songstress, but it was one of Chloe’s own. A thrill of pride washed over her. But Chloe was most pleases to see one deserving of her creations wearing them. It was one thing to judge others for the trash they wrapped their bodies in, but the truth was, there were many that had no business wearing anything more. The enchantress on stage wore it like she was born to, just as Chloe did. It was an easy confidence that couldn’t be taught. You had it or you did not.

The boutique was where Chloe had been earlier in the night, but in truth Chloe didn’t make it her home away from home. Okay, so maybe that was what it was… but she wasn’t chained to it. There were other places she enjoyed just as much. Drystan’s theater for one, Justine’s gallery, the opera on occasion, something dirtier and grungier when she really was in the mood for it. Tonight she’d been in the mood for something a little more refined.

She’d gone alone. After all, there was only so much chatter she could stand to put up with. Chloe in fact, often went out alone. When she went out it was for the action, the entertainment… not to have her ear talked off. Besides, people got so offended when you dropped them in the middle of the night, or told them to buzz off. The next time you saw them they were still nursing the same wounds.

And people called Chloe childish.

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haunted_vocals
2008-02-05 08:21 am UTC (link)

Few humans would notice the subtle changes that over took a person, when they became a vampire. It was disbelief in such macabre, that kept them so blind. They took them to be nothing more than a fashion, or they didn't take them at all. Vallis spoke often, of how important it had been to hide these things in previous days, because people were so often looking any sign of demons, and un-Christian characteristics among people. It hadn't been something one could flaunt, as they did today. Flaunt, only because people could not believe in anything that science could not explain. They were all fools, he claimed. Adian had a great fondess for humans, but she felt there was a truth in his words. For once, she agreed with the bastard.

Other than the occasional bought of true wisdom, gifts of fine clothing, jewelry, and toys, were a perk of sticking by the old Vamp. It certainly was not for his personality. If someone were to remove Vallis' vocal cords, he might be tolerable. But not his tongue... she hated to admit it, but that little muscle held far too much talent, to cast it aside. Adian's entire wardrobe, was filled with fine, high quality clothing. Some antique pieces, several custom made. He did tend to spoil her, because he enjoyed seeing her dressed in such a way. It was one condition on their living arrangement, that she could not bring herself to mind. Adian loved looking delicate, and gorgeous. It made her feel amazing, to have satin, silk, and taffeta against her skin. Like the whispering touch of a lover.

Vivant Boutique had become a regular place to visit. The hours it held, suited her as beautifully, as the clothing did. It's fashions were unique, and admirable. They held the sort of intricate detail, that was often lost in ordinary clothes. Shame, truly. Adian missed the days, when every woman, and man dressed to perfection. Fine suits, and dresses. It was a style, that was very much lacking now. The lacking in class, was a trend she refused to follow. So often, she appeared to have stepped from the silver screen of the 1940's. And that's the way she liked it.

It was normal, to perform a handful of songs each night. Ranging from her own, to classics, to even a few modern songs in the mix. She sang each with the same pride, never dipping off, because it may not appear to be her taste. She could appreciate a good song, no matter it's genre. The set seemed to end a song early, and for good reason, or so she believed. There was another vampire present, and Adian was sure she had figured out, just who it was. An enticing red head, whom had caught her eye not long after stepping onto the stage. "Thank you, for allowing me the time to perform for you. I'd also like to thank Second Sight as well, I love you boys." Stepping back, she gave a slight bow, once the applause had began.

Stepping off stage, she gathered her wrap, and cigarette case, before making her way out into the crowd. They had all ready began to set the stage for the next performer, a rather talented instrumental group, which she enjoyed on occasion. After receiving a few words of praise, she was able to detach herself from the gathered audience, so that she could approach the woman's table. "Did you enjoy the show?" She questioned, taking one of the brown cigarettes from the case, and placing it before the lips. "I must say, you had me quite distracted." It was a compliment, of course.

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creux_ami
2008-02-05 09:11 pm UTC (link)

In the days of Chloe’s turning, people had far more faith in the supernatural, far more belief in that which they could not understand. Science was a way of shedding light on the mysterious, and yet… it could not explain all now could it? Some things, even in this modern era, were all the more frightening for the fact that science could explain nothing about it. Many simply refused to believe. The unexplained, to them, was often just a trick of the eyes, the senses, the imagination. They needed to drink less, to sleep more, and most certainly to stop watching horror movies. This was what many believed. Or they embraced the horror, unbelieving… awestruck by what they believed to be impossibly perfect make-up and acting. A generation so desensitized they were willing to believe anything, while disbelieving their own assent. It was chaos in the midst of seeming enlightenment. Chaos accepted and embraced.

Today some vampires walked around in the open proudly displaying their fangs for awestruck humans. Why would they believe them to be real? After all, many humans could just go to the dentist and get fangs implanted. Contacts, a split tongue, horns imbedded in the skin… modern cosmetic surgery could give you whatever look you wanted. There was a girl that lived in The Towers that looked more demon than human, but she most certainly was human.

Chloe though, had no such markings on her body. Graced with flawless skin, Chloe was pleased with what she had. The only enhancements were the change in hair color. This was an easy enough trick and only added to her beauty. Just as her attire did. Chloe sold nothing in her boutique she would not wear herself. And to be sure, there was not a more discerning dresser anywhere. Cruelly perhaps, she was as discriminating with her clientele as she was clothing. Vivant had come under fire a time or two for turning away customers Chloe didn’t wish to be seen in her apparel. The songstress however, was the standard by which Chloe might judge other patrons.

She watched as the woman worked the crowd with grace and confidence. It was almost intimidating, though Chloe would never admit such a thing. After all, she had just as much confidence, certainly as much grace. Suffice it to say Chloe was impressed when she saw as much in other women, especially one of such extreme beauty.

In answer, the other chair was pushed out with the tip of a perfectly crafted shoe. “I’d feel I was losing my touch had I not.” She replied cheekily. Distraction was a woman’s strength after all, and one that Chloe excelled at. With her hand she indicated the other seat and a moment later lit the cigarette at Adian’s soft lips. “The show was compelling.” She replied finally, relaxing into her seat with he own cigarette. “Just as you are. Do you have a wine preference?” She asked, indicating the bottle on her table, the same as she had had sent to the stage.

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haunted_vocals
2008-02-06 04:18 am UTC (link)

Being some what old fashioned, Adian did not believe in body modification, that extended beyond a new hair style. Vanity could very well be blamed for this choice, but she wasn't one to harp on her own beauty, though she was well aware of it. If there was one thing that annoyed her, it was false modesty. People who were truly attractive, denying it, so that people would continue to compliment them, trying to prove their point, you might say. Fishing for flattery, it was a disgusting habit. Adian refused to ever partake in such an activity. One occasion, you did happen upon someone, who was truly humble... she did admire that. A delicate beauty, unknowing of it's self. Nothing more delicious. Though, confidence was a close rival. Oh, Adian could never pick between the two.

Performing for over sixty years, would give one the confidence to do so. Yes, the times, and venues had changed through out the years. For a true performer, that didn't matter. You must know what type of crowd to play to, and seek them out. It wasn't wise to expect every audience to appreciate the same set, that the next might. You had to pay attention, and have full knowledge of what you were getting into. This club, it had been the perfect choice. Just her taste, and style of music. Blues, jazz, a bit of rock, twisted to suit her voice. It all fit well, and she never held back. They could always tell, when you weren't giving it your all.

When the seat was offered, she smiled, placing her self down on the padded set. "I doubt that would be possible. Only the blind wouldn't be distracted by you." Adian leaned forward, when the flame we presented, "Thank you." After a little puff was taken, she did not move back, but rather forward, allowing the woman's scent to fill her nose. "I take that back... the blind couldn't ignore such an intoxicating perfume." It might be, that the woman alone smelled so sweet, it wouldn't be at all surprising. Relaxing back, her long legs crossed beneath the black crepe cocktail dress. Her heels, a striking robin's egg blue, which matched the turquoise beading, which lined it's collar. Always so picky about the details. It had to be perfect, she would not settle for less.

"I'm pleased to hear you found it enjoyable." Again, she smiled, no longer minding, if her fangs happened to make an appearance. There was no doubting that the two women were similar creatures. "Oh, that was a gift from you? Very kind you, indeed." Reaching across the table, she took one of the empty crystal glasses in hand, before lifting the wine. "I'm Adian, as I'm sure you heard." As the dark red liquid filled the glass, her eyes rested on the woman. "What might they call you?"

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creux_ami
2008-02-10 09:37 am UTC (link)

It wasn’t that Chloe didn’t appreciate the occasional body modification here or there. In fact, tattoos and piercings could be positively stunning on some… the right art in the right place, on the right person. But not on her. Not yet anyway. Likely never, but Chloe had lived far too long to know better than to ever say never.

Flattery fishers were most often responded to with the exact opposite of what they so greedily asked for. Any who denied Chloe’s compliment would receive instead her profound concurrence. ”You’re right.” She would say. Your nose is too big, and your backside far too wide for that dress.” Don’t fish for flattery with Chloe, you might not like what you reel in.

But those modest little things who really didn’t know... well, those kind made the most delicious pets.

Chloe remained poised, as though be sniffed out were a common thing for her. In fact it was, when she allowed it. She did after all, smell quite nice. Why not share? But so too did the woman so near her, more at her side then truly across from her at this tiny table. The woman who herself smelled quite divine. “I suppose that would make me an equal opportunity charmer. So important in this day to be, as they say… politically correct.” She licked her lower lip casually before sitting back and continuing with her own cigarette. “Though the same could be said for you, Belle.”

Chloe brought her hand out to take the filled class, as well as, to touch Adian’s hand. Soft, yet strong, much like the woman herself Chloe believed. “Some call me mistress, others call me ma’am, I’d prefer it if you called me Chloé.”

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haunted_vocals
2008-02-10 07:59 pm UTC (link)

The problem with being a walking canvas, was that so often, the artist lacked the true talent, which deserved to be displayed for all time. Adian could recall, when tattoos first became popular in England. During the war, when so many military men, would return home on leave, now decorated with birds, dancing girls, hearts, skulls. Whatever took their fancy. One of her evenings had been spent with such a man, whom made a habit of being inked, in every place he happened to travel to. As a reminder, he said, of all that he had seen, and survived. That sort of art, which had true meaning behind it, she could not mind. But now, so many were being colored upon, simply because it was popular, and would make them, like everyone else. In truth, it was more shocking now, if a woman did not have a tattoo.

Adian lips curled into a smile, "It does indeed, and yes, it is rather important to be politically correct in this day, and age." The woman had a sense of humor, but not to the point where she came off as a fool. Very calm, and collected... years of practice? Or had she always been this way? Neither would be at all that surprising. "Oh? I think I'm more of a tease, than a charmer." Yes, she enjoyed roping people in, to the point, where they believed there might be a chance, before casting them aside. It was a habit she'd developed many years ago, when so many wished to be with an actress or singer. It was part of the fantasy they had offered. Make them feel like they are the center of your world, but never really be the center of theirs. "Though, if that had been my intention here, I wouldn't have approached you." No, she would have waited for Chloe to approach her. There was no teasing here.

Women were rarely at the hand of her teasing. She held a confidence, and sensuality with them, that did not always appear with men. With men, she was more likely to keep them at arms length, even if there had been a connection felt... like the previous night. Women however, she was more than eager to curl against their side, and lavish affection upon them. "Chloé... You may call me, whatever you like." She smiled, pressing the cigarette to her painted lips once more. Redheads... she had always been a sucker for them. Even since Roslin. It had always began the same way. The shock of red hair would catch her attention, laced with hope, and wonder. Thus far, it had always been a disappointment. Until finally, she had stopped looking for those green eyes. Now, they were just her taste.

Chloe was an ideal match. There was no question. Beautiful, alluring, with skin just begging to be kissed. A vampire as well, one that would compliment her in so many ways. However, no matter how hard she tried, Hale refused to leave her thoughts. That, was not an ideal pairing at all, and she knew it. He was far younger than she, half human, a detective. That alone was enough to cause Vallis to bitch. Vampires should remain with Vampires, he had said. Yes, she could all ready see conflict arising, if something were to blossom between them. Yet, his gorgeous greenish-brown eyes still remained etched into her memory. Now, Chloe had her full attention. Adian's eyes fell to her own hand, before her fingers lifted slightly against the woman's palm. So much could be said in just a look, or the simply display of affection.

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sinsofseven
2008-02-11 09:08 pm UTC (link)

Oh where oh where had his little Chloe gone? Oh where oh where could she be? Apparently not in her boutique and not in her floor at the towers. No he had not gone in search of her there, he had called. Occasionally he did make use of modern technologies. But not all that often. Drystan was not a fan of the... cell phone. If he had his way he's rip the fingers off every human that wandered around texting the insignificant details of their life to someone who obviously mattered just as little as they did.

Drystan wasn't desperate to find Chloe, he was never desperate to find anyone. Really now. He was however, itching to find something enteratining to do with his night. He had already seen to the shows at his theater, left the clean up to his capable manager and headed out. Work was a four letter word and all. Couldn't have to much of that or he'd certainly die from all the hard work and boredom. So the little red headed nymph of a friend that he had in the city became the target of his intentions. Few played as well as she did and Drystan did value that in others.

A few haunts later, and a sample of a pretty little fae he'd run across in the bar previous, Drystan finally made his way to Dimitrious. Jazz wasn't always his thing, but... the scene was what it was and he could appreciate all sorts of things if he wanted to. And with the hum of some fae blood in his system... he could really appreciate just about anything.

He had missed the musical performance. Shame as he did enjoy recruiting talent for his own theater... but not such a shame in that he was quickly able to find his friend seated with another woman. Oh and what a pretty little picture they made. Better picture if he was smack dab in the middle of them. Clearly. His leather clad feet barely made a sound that human ears could perceive as he made his way across the bar. He approached from behind, leaning over as he reached their seat. One cool hand reached up to sweep Chloe's hair away from her neck.

"Don't listen to a word she has to say, she prefers to be called mistress." Drystan said as his own personal form of greeting to the other woman seated next to Chloe before he pressed his lips to Chloe's neck in a far more personal greeting to her. And were the two women touching hands... oh wasn't that simply precious.

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haunted_vocals
2008-02-13 08:24 pm UTC (link)

The new face, all though rather handsome, was not one she had seen before. No matter, there was never any harm, in meeting new... vampires. Well, this city certainly had an impressive collection, didn't they? It was always easy to tell your own kind, in that way. Vampires were usually... outright enchanting. Offering a smile, she pressed the end of her cigarette to her lips. "Mistress is fitting, but, I dare say I prefer Chloe. It rolls off the tongue nicely, after all." Adian smiled, catching the woman's eye for a moment, before they returned to Drystan.

Chloe seemed to a perfect representation of the woman. Though, she couldn't be sure why exactly. Perhaps it was the way the woman herself had said the name. An hand was then extended towards the man, "I'm Adian. Would you care to join us? So long as Chloe doesn't mind, of course." They seemed to obviously know one another, so it wouldn't likely be a bother. He seemed interesting enough, and she had to admit, her curiosity about their ties did peak quite a bit. How could it not though? Chloe was alluring, and mysterious. Those who knew her, by association became interesting as well. Especially since he was obviously a close acquaintance.

Though the table was rather small, and intimate, there would be plenty of room for the three. Adian wasn't aware that he had come out, for the purpose of finding the redhead, but how could she? Did he just wish for her company, or did he see fit to pluck her away? That would certainly come to light soon, surly. For the time, however, a bit of visiting could be done.

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creux_ami
2008-02-14 05:42 am UTC (link)

Not desperate indeed. Like Chloe would ever believe that. Like she wouldn’t. They were so much alike, the two of them, in almost every way. Even to the point often, of sharing the same taste in playmates.

One big difference however, Chloe was very much a woman who embraced the modern age. Not only did she have a cell phone, but she was highly connected. It was a phone, a computer, a video camera. In fact, there was very little her little gadget couldn’t do.

Not that she ever answered the silly little thing when it rang. Well, occasionally, like if it were Drystan. But honestly, why on Earth would Chloe be at the beck and call of whichever person was lucky enough to have her number? If anyone from the boutique were fool enough to call her all frantic every time a customer got bitchy, Chloe would have to show them just what a real bitch was. Her voicemail however, was very sweet, explaining how exceedingly busy she was and that she would certainly try to return their call, if time allows. Lucky for Drystan she’d actually answered when he finally thought to call her cell phone direct. Silly boy, he’d just gotten used to the idea of reaching people in their homes by phone and then they went and invented those mobile things. So dreadfully hard to keep up with the times.

Though you can rest assured, Chloe would be the first one there, holding that squirming little texting human so Drystan could rip out their stubby, gnarly little fingers.

She hadn’t thought he’d come, or at least, whe she spoke to him it was wholly undecided, as it often was. At times they made definite plans with one another, other times, it was more of a ”Where are you, what are you doing, and do I want to be involved?” type of call. The one earlier had been. And when Drystan did indeed show, Chloe in all truth, couldn’t say she was exactly thrilled. After all, she had only just met the young vampiress. Though, knowing how well she and Drystan played, she wasn’t completely adverse to sharing. The evening however, had just begun, and whatever direction it might take, was completely unknown.

She smiled, in Adian’s direction, even as she pressed into those surprisingly soft lips at her neck. “I only prefer it when you call me Mistress.” She spoke. As Chloe watched, the hand that had seconds earlier, been in her own, was now being offered toward Drystan and Chloe smirked at him as though to say Thanks for nothing.

But the mood truly was a light one and as Adian offered room for a third Chloe smiled broadly in the company of the two. Well, this certainly was a pretty picture, literally as well as figuratively. “Whyever would I mind?” She smirked, only half teasing for Drystan’s benefit. “Though Adian, I must warn you, Drystan is quite the seducer. I’m certain he saw us here, enjoying one another’s company and decided he had to play along.” She smiled devilishly at Adian then arched a slender brow as she turned to the newcomer. “Isn’t that right, Drystan dear?” She offered him her wine just as the waitress returned with another glass and questions on whether they would need more.

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sinsofseven
2008-02-17 06:42 am UTC (link)

Undecided seemed to be the way he lived his life. Though more to the point it was always about a better offer. Perhaps he'd come here this night... perhaps not. All depended on what came along as he never cared to short change his options. But luckily for Chloe... she was often at the top of his very short list of better offers.

That and he just hated it when someone else was able to draw more attention from her pretty blue eyes than he was. Just something that shouldn't be stood for. Really. Not that he wanted her attention all of the time. Only when he cared for it of course. Made perfect sense when you were as self-absorbed as Drystan was.

He did spare a few moments of consideration for the girl that had currently entertained Chloe. She was attractive, but he expected no less. Young. Well younger than they were, things like that were so relative though. Drystan took the hand that was offered by the other woman, Adian was it. "My Mistress does love to wound me so..." he said, smirk curling at his lips before he lowered his head and gave the back of her hand a grazing kiss. "Drystan. Though Chloe prefers to call me all sorts of things that are far from true I assure you."

His form straightened up and with a few effortless strides he was around the table, ready to cozy into his own seat. He had intended to settle himself right in the middle where he so obviously belonged, but with that look Chloe gave him... he decided to play nice for now and let her stay seated next to her new little friend. "Lies, Chloe dear, all lies. See, what did I say. Is that anyway to introduce someone Chloe, for shame." All of that was said of course with not even a hint of seriousness. He was all of the above and perhaps a few worse things. But oh, there was wine. Sharing really was caring.

Drystan beckoned the waitress down and made certain an order was placed for more, on his tab.

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haunted_vocals
2008-02-18 03:47 am UTC (link)

"Is he? I wouldn't be too worried. Men aren't usually my taste, and have more of challenge when it comes to seducing me. Though, with one so handsome, I might be more inclined." After the kiss, she readjusted her wrap, leaning back in her seat once more. Drystan might be too pretty. Like Vallis. Though, she would give him the benefit of the doubt, and assume he wasn't quite so twisted. Though, that didn't mean she would tread lightly with him either. Perhaps it would be best to avoid male vampires all around?

"You honestly expect me to believe, that such lovely lips would tell lies? Surly not." She said with a teasing smirk, leaning forward to tap the end of her cigarette off in the crystal ash tray. Were they in a battle for the red heads attention? Adian wasn't aware that such things might be happening. Then again, she barely knew the two.

"Pleasure, Drystan." Adian had the impression, that the two shared an interesting friendship. If that was the case, she couldn't blame them. Both were beautiful, and obviously at comfort with the other. Why shouldn't they? As thought about it, such a friendship was no longer appealing to her. Friendship yes, but having it laced with something more, no. That had been a game she'd played far to long. It wasn't the right field for a romantic. "Don't worry, I doubt anything I hear, will be cause enough for me to run off."

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creux_ami
2008-02-18 08:44 am UTC (link)

“Interesting enough, women are not usually Drystan’s taste. Though he does often make exception for one beautiful enough.” Chloe grinned wickedly, teasingly and winked at Drystan as he took a seat. The truth was women were not typically Chloe’s taste, but yes, she had been known to sway, for beauty perhaps, or something else. A certain… something that could not be described so much as felt. Adian had seemed to entrance her in such a way, when she’d been singing especially. Was there perhaps a magic in her voice? Very nice. It certainly was beautiful.

Or else simply for play. Such as with Drystan. Rarely did their play not involve another. See how well the two played? They eve knew how to Share.

“And yet you keep coming back.” She teased. Though his calling her mistress did have a nice ring to it. Hmm. “Lovely lips tell the best lies.” She replied to Adian. Even as someone made sure they all had a fresh glass of wine. “But why tell lies when the truth can be so much more fun.”

Chloe lit her own cigarette, but not before offering one to Drystan as Adian already was enjoying one. “Too bad you missed the show, Drystan dear. Adian has the voice of an angel. Do you have siren’s blood, dear?”

Far more a romantic than she ever let on, and certainly more so than most were ever privy to know. Chloe did have a heart, a heart that could, and had been broken. No, she was not prone to bouts of foolish romanticism, but there had been a few to capture her heart, a few to see the cruel beauty in a light she showed to none other than her family. Perhaps Drystan. They did indeed share an interesting relationship. So alike. With him Chloe sometimes felt like she had a twin, only unrelated. Yes, much better that way.

And Drystan would never break her heart. But only because she would never give it to him. She knew the man far too well for that after all. Besides, she adored him completely just as they were now. There was perfection in their relationship. A warped perfection, but perfection nonetheless.

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sinsofseven
2008-02-25 09:08 am UTC (link)

Such quips, there were very few that Drystan truly enjoyed sharing such banter with. For most such words would only fall under the category of insult. But with Chloe... the only expression he wore was a smirk. "Jealousy suits you quite well my dear." He said directly to Chloe. "You know I can't limit myself to only one sort of beauty. There are simply too many flavors and I am simply too weak a man to say no." He placed a pale hand against his chest and let his shoulders fall back to the plush cushioning of the seat. Woe was him and his weakness.

"Though Chloe s right, I cannot fault her. Beauty does sway me... provided that beauty has the mind behind it." Though what kind of mind he certainly didn't specify. Not as though he required the upkeep of intellectual conversation. Just that similar sort of twisting that he possessed.

Drystan took the offered cigarette from Chloe. He did require a light though, things that friends are quite good fro. "The voice of an angel you say? Such compliments Chloe, I do believe you'll have reached your quota for the month soon." He teased, knowing full well that when Chloe spoke of someone with such praise there was interest behind it. He was however no sympathetic friend or 'wingman'. "I will have to say I'm sorry then. Perhaps I'll have to come back again and catch our friend here in her glory." And perhaps think of how such a songbird could be worked into a production. Beauty and talent were always a draw.

"Have you been in Seattle long? I can't believe I would have missed that tid-bit of information." He did have his ear in many fonts of information. Though sometimes he did get a bit caught up in... ah other pastimes to take notice of it all. His mistake perhaps?

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