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Bellum Anon (bellum_anon) wrote in bellumlogs,
@ 2010-04-27 23:02:00

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Who: Everyone!
What: Transformation Plot Post
Where: All over.
When: Moonrise on the 28th.
Warnings: All kinds, I expect.

The moon slipped up past the horizon full, round, and white. Its effects had been predicted, though perhaps not fully believed by the residents of the building.

Moonlight streamed through the windows of the building, washing the city in pale light. For the tenants of Bellum Letale, where ever they were, scattered in the night, it had a tangible effect.

Change rippled through the building, much as it had over a month before. But this was not simply a twitch in the fabric of things, gone in the blink of an eye. It was a rolling change, gradual as the moonrise, tangible, and, in some cases, likely terrifying in its inexorability. People became what they were, what they ought to have been, and what they weren't.

The moon was up, and trouble was about to run high in Bellum.

[Notes: Remember that the events of last month still apply-I.E, those who became vampires will be vampires when they take on their fable form, the Frog Prince will still be human after being turned back last plot, etc. Whether the fables are aware a month has passed since they were last around is up to the players. This log posted with the anon account so that the mods do not wake up tomorrow with 100 notifications in their gmail. Go forth and plot!]

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9th floor, right at midnight.

cyprian
2010-05-01 05:19 pm UTC (link)

"It does seem rather close," he agreed with her assessment, although his low tone of voice reserved the words more for himself than her. Dorian felt certain that he knew all of the neighboring manors and houses. He knew all of the dignified families, and even many that were not of the aristocracy. While those might not have been his neighbors or even his peers, Dorian found that many of them were more adept at having a good time.

Of course, he remembered that things were not as they seemed here.

"Well, if that is the case," returning to the moment with an eager, dapper grin, Dorian turned to his companion as they ascended the stairs. "You might just never have to go home." Or, at least not until he tired of her.

"I don't know if I could bear the idea of someone as beautiful as you kept behind bricked walls."

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nineteen_stars
2010-05-01 05:37 pm UTC (link)

Colour pinked her cheeks at his compliment, and she ducked her head slightly so as to hide the embarrassment she felt at his words. "I am nothing of the sort, sir. There's no need to offer compliments to one like me." Her arm tightened slightly around his and she looked up the stairs, doing her best not to meet his gaze for the moment. His words touched her, things she had not heard before from the woman who kept her captive, and so she was not used to them. Only in her very dreams would someone talk to in such a way.

"Besides," she said, lifting her chin slightly as she tried to regain some of her composure, though the flush of her cheeks only deepened. "I don't even know your name, sir."

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cyprian
2010-05-01 06:13 pm UTC (link)

"Don't you?" He tilted his head with the question, finding it hard to believe that she did not know of him. Not merely because he was Dorian Gray, but because he'd arrived at her door with the knowledge that he was looking for her, even if now he could not recall anything about her or who she was.

"My name is Dorian," he offered rather than wonder over the same, unending tangle of thoughts. "And your's, lady?"

It did not take them long to reach the penthouse floor, he scaled the steps with the ease of familiarity. The door to P4 was unlocked, and upon being opened, it offered the comfort of nostalgia. Where Trenton's penthouse was stark details of black and white, it was now quite different. Everything was polished oak with furniture colored deep as wine. It was a typical Edwardian style of parlor, with high backed chairs of thick, emerald tapestry and a wide spread of tasseled rugs.

"Would you care for some absinthe?" The whole reason for venturing up here, of course.

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nineteen_stars
2010-05-01 06:43 pm UTC (link)

"Rapunzel." A smile crossed her lips then, looking towards the door as they reached the top of the stairs. "It's good to meet you, Dorian," she said after a moment, but then she went silent as the door was opened, revealing the rich interior that was so much unlike her own domicile.

She unhooked her arm from his, stepping forward unaided to look around just a bit more, going so far as to crouch down to run her fingers over the nape of the thick rugs. "It's so... so gorgeous in here," Rapunzel whispered, looking back towards him when he spoke again. "Absinthe?" Rapunzel rose then, hands clasping in front of her.

"I have not heard of that. Is it a bread of some sort? Something you make yourself?"

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9th floor, right at midnight.

cyprian
2010-05-01 09:45 pm UTC (link)

He leaned into the sturdy, polished beams of the living room wall, surveying the way Rapunzel marveled over the carpeting. The walls were decorated with traditional portraits and painted landscapes. Not his portrait, of course, that was hidden away in the bedroom for not just anyone to see. His attention diverted briefly to the opposing side of the rug that Rapunzel was petting. On the other side of the table, there was a large stain. Black as ink, or maybe foul blood. He tried to remember where that had come from, and frowned.

"Bread?" Stepping over to her, Dorian took the woman's clasped hands and turned her away from the rugs, away from that ominous stain.

"No, no. It's a beverage. Something to be enjoyed with only the most cherished of company." Dorian drew her to one of the plush, brocaded chairs and gestured for her to take a seat while he drew a bottle and appropriate glasses from a sterling and oak wine cabinet.

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nineteen_stars
2010-05-01 10:01 pm UTC (link)

There was no protest as he led her away, having not caught sight of the dark stain that had caught Dorian's attention. As soon as his hands had grasped her's, her attention was solely upon him once more.

She couldn't help the smile that came to her as she took a seat upon one of the plus chairs, a sigh escaping her lips as she settled in to the comfortable piece of furniture. "And you already consider me such company?" Rapunzel asked, watching as he gathered the glasses, the bottle that was pulled from the cabinet. "Though I'm flattered that you would want to share something like that with me. Very... very flattered."

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cyprian
2010-05-02 08:25 am UTC (link)

"Nobody has told you what a breathtaking creature you are?" Dorian was preparing the drinks, which was an in depth ritual involving melting sugarcubes through the slots in an absinthe spoon. Despite the process, he paused with his question. It was not voiced as a further compliment, but rather in a tone that was genuinely perplexed. He was accustomed to everyone complimenting him at every turn, and while that practice might not have been typical, Rapunzel was beautiful. It made sense for her to know it, as he knew how wonderful his appearance was to the general public as well.

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nineteen_stars
2010-05-02 04:09 pm UTC (link)

She shook her head at his question, watching in rapt attention as he prepared their beverage. The green liquid was bright, something she had never seen before in her life, and she couldn't help but be held somewhat fascinated by it.

"Mother... didn't talk much to me like that. She actually didn't talk to me very much. She just said that she had a lot to do, and didn't have time to... cater to my boredom." Her lips twitched in a small smile, though it faded rapidly, her gaze brought back to watching Dorian prepare the drinks.

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cyprian
2010-05-02 07:13 pm UTC (link)

He grew quiet when she explained her mother's busy schedule, and how it afforded no time to cater to the young girl now seated in his parlor. Dorian wasn't sure that he understood that, people always seemed to take time for him. Perhaps the mother was truly too busy. But how busy could a woman be? Women in Dorian's field, their lives revolved around attending the theater, getting fitted for new fashions, and high tea. What else was to be done?

"Well, it matters not. You're here now," he explained with a dismissive flourish when he turned to her. There was a drink in each hand, and he closed the gap between them to hand Rapunzel her's. The liquid in her goblet shimmered bewitchingly, the color a brilliant chartreuse.

"Tell me, are you an actress?" Dorian had a special fondness for actresses.

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nineteen_stars
2010-05-02 08:53 pm UTC (link)

For Rapunzel, a world other than relative captivity and little interaction was, unfortunately, the norm, and she saw little wrong given that she knew little else. The attention Dorian paid her, his conversation, his very company, was a treat unlike any other.

And then the drink was placed in front of her, that brilliant colour almost hard on the eyes. For a while, she was transfixed by it's beauty, but then his voice drew her attention once more, her hand curled around the goblet. "An... actress? I... know not what that is, unfortunately. I am only my mother's daughter, nothing more."

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cyprian
2010-05-02 10:13 pm UTC (link)

When Rapunzel admitted to not knowing the importance, or even the meaning, of actresses, Dorian pinned her with speculative eyes. "Your mother's daughter? Is she an important woman?" Dorian knew that people were often revered for their lineage, which would explain why Rapunzel was satisfied with being nothing more.

To lead by example, he sampled a deep taste of the absinthe. It was bitter, herbal, and heady. The taste alone was a rush. He then lifted his goblet toward her in a gesture of cheers.

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nineteen_stars
2010-05-02 10:20 pm UTC (link)

"I... I don't know. I've lived in the same room for as long as I can remember, Dorian. I've never even been outside to feel the grass on my feet." She seemed embarrassed by the confession, her eyes cast down as she looked into the depths of the drink he had given her. And then there was nothing more said as she lifted it to her lips, taking a sip of the rich liquid, the sweetness of the melted sugar touching her tongue, the herbal taste that followed. As she pulled the glass away from her mouth, she met Dorian's eyes again, tongue sweeping over her lips to catch every bit of the liquid.

"It's... it's very different," she said after that first sip. "I've never tasted anything quite like this."

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cyprian
2010-05-02 10:38 pm UTC (link)

"Have you never thought that there was a world of experience outside awaiting you?" He sank into another chair situated across from her own.

"The grass on your feet, yes, but the more visceral pursuits, as well... the hunt for pleasure; complete with things like the taste of absinthe and, most importantly, my company?" Dorian smiled from over the rim of his glass at her, taking another taste. There was something boyish in the grin, but his eyes held her with more serious interests.

"I think you'll enjoy it," he assured, potentially meaning the absinthe or something pertaining to himself.

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nineteen_stars
2010-05-02 10:44 pm UTC (link)

"Does a fish think about the world beyond their pond if the pond is all they know?" she asked in response, her shoulders shrugging up the slightest bit. "I had thought about it, yes, but... never very often. I never thought I'd have a chance to leave, you understand."

Another sip was taken as he continued to speak, her eyes fluttering shut at the heady taste that danced on her tongue, the strange sensations that were starting to run through her body. "If these experiences were to be taken away now, I believe that my life would be sorely lacking now that I have met you and... imbibed in such a treat as this drink and your company." Her lips curled in a small smile, another sip taken, a soft sigh of enjoyment escaping her.

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cyprian
2010-05-02 11:02 pm UTC (link)

"You can hardly make any comparison between yourself and a fish, my lady. I do not make a habit of inviting fishes over." He corrected with a wink while settling into the comfort of his own chair.

"But I do think I understand what you are saying. I, myself, did not know very much of the world when I was younger. It actually wasn't until I moved to London that I understood a great many things in the way that I do now." Dorian mused to himself for a moment. Although he had never been hidden away from view, he had not always been so free to do as he pleased. He could remember a time when he was hindered; by his conscience, not locked doors.

"Let us drink to the prayer that these experiences never be taken away from you, then." He made the offer with a raise of dark eyebrows, his smile deepening as the warmth of the absinthe began to pervade his muscles.

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nineteen_stars
2010-05-02 11:08 pm UTC (link)

Rapunzel laughed then, a small purse of her lips as she looked at him over the rim of her goblet, another sip taken as he continued to speak. It was comforting to know that he too had been sheltered at one point, perhaps not in the same way as herself, but at least there was that small bit of connection.

"Let us," she echoed as she lifted her glass towards him, her cheeks flushed further as the heady essence of the absinthe worked it's way through her virgin system, removing inhibitions, loosening her muscles. "And I shall hope that you introduce me to more experiences in this world, Dorian."

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cyprian
2010-05-02 11:39 pm UTC (link)

"I intend to," he made an assurance to her final request, draining his glass in that moment. He retired the empty, delicately designed goblet onto the carpet beside his feet. Reclining back into position, Dorian folded his hands in his lap and surveyed Rapunzel for a lengthy moment. Intent on capturing so many details to his current ability of memory: the thick rope of her hair, the curious and unfashionable details of her dress, the eyes that sent an echo of deja-vu through him that he could not explain or deny.

"Then, drink up, Rapunzel, and I will show you wonders tonight that you have not yet known to dream of."

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	9th floor, right at midnight. nineteen_stars 2010-05-02 11:44 pm UTC (link)
	She flashed him a smile as she drained the rest of her own glass in several long sips, setting it aside and folding her hands in her lap, her gaze never leaving his. "I will hold you to that, Dorian. I hope you will not disappoint me." She sat up a bit straighter, and then, unclasping her hands, extended one towards him. "I'm waiting." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

9th floor, right at midnight.

cyprian
2010-05-03 01:47 am UTC (link)

Her offered hand was taken, those slender fingers laced with his own until their palms pressed together seamlessly. Dorian used that new grip to gently urge Rapunzel up from her chair. Closer, until she was against him.

"I won't keep you waiting," he dropped his voice to a lowly hush with that promise. The words preceded a tilt of his umber crown, where his mouth found her's.

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nineteen_stars
2010-05-03 01:57 am UTC (link)

His hand was warm, she thought to herself, as their fingers twined and pressed together tightly, and she couldn't help but marvel at how perfectly delightful this sort of contact was. New, warm, intriguing, and she might have been quite satisfied with only that until Dorian introduced a new sensation to her world.

Perhaps it was the absinthe that tainted her world, perhaps it was Dorian's own influence, and maybe it was her simply finally letting go, but the press of his lips ignited something deep within the girl. A soft moan was released into the kiss, coming from somewhere never touched before. Rapunzel eased in towards him, her hand tightening against his, afraid to respond yet to his kiss, instead letting him lead the way down this winding, tempting road of desire.

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cyprian
2010-05-03 02:57 am UTC (link)

Dorian explored the fabric of her dress, but kept his hands initially modest and simply took his free fingers down her back. Even their kiss seemed initially chaste, nothing but a press of lips while the absinthe wormed it's way through their blood and twisted the world around them. His grip tightened, fingers clenching in her's or snagging on the spine of her gown when he furthered the kiss. As he licked across her lower lip, Dorian found the taste distinct and somehow familiar. He sank against Rapunzel with a fresh hunger.

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