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Tweak says, "FREEDOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!"

Sofia Martelli (bound_sofia) wrote in bound_rp,
@ 2014-10-20 17:57:00

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complete, guilluame danjou, private, sofia martelli

Hey bite tight and then shake, shake ‘til you lose your mind.
Date: 10/20
Time: 6:00 AM
Location: Skies heading back to Crescent Cove.
Characters: Guillaume d'Anjou, Sofia Martelli
Description: And the adventure leads them home (4/4)
Status: Private, complete.

They hadn't really taken full advantage of the pull out sofa bed on the plane ride last time, but it had been the first thing that Sofia had set her hot little hands on. Pulling it out and spreading plush blankets across the top, the vampire had bundled them both up, without even bothering with the dinner.

If anything, they both needed the rest. "I'll be so ready to get home," she sighed, her fingers gliding along the back of the inked hand that curled around her. "And yet I'm dreading it, too." This depth of her need for this closeness was only continuing to grow, and she knew herself well enough to know that she wouldn't always be smart about it.

But she'd never been good when her emotions were involved.

[1923]

"I'll be fine!" she had told her Sire, smiling sweetly up at him as she adjusted the feather in her hair. Garrison had always been so kind to her; she really couldn't imagine why Guillaume was so insistent. But as much as she trusted his judgment...

...the small crush was just a little too tempting.

The deep purple dress dazzled with all of its crystal embellishments, her fingers idly curling into the pearls around her neck. She'd embraced the luxury of this modern world, and everything in it. Especially the shoes that Guillaume had kept her in ample supply.

She hadn't realized that the place that he was taking her had been that kind of place. A secret club where humans begged to be bitten, to be taken, in hopes of turning and for sexual awakening. But still, when Garrison smiled down at her with his perfect teeth and wrapped his broad shoulder around her, it was nearly impossible for her to not follow along like an eager puppy.

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bound_guillaume
2014-10-21 08:52 pm UTC (link)

He felt her shift, and couldn't help but feel his mouth turn up at the corners slightly as she traced the lines of his stomach, her lips, warm and red, dipping to his throat.

"I didn't sacrifice anything," he murmured, closing his eyes against the sensation. "Others did. That's what war is, make sure the other person loses more than you do."

His hand ran through her hair, and traced small circles on the plane of her back, lazily, drunkenly. He knew this had to end, and soon, too. But for now, the lights of LA receding behind them through the protective glass of the plane, he could just indulge himself. Just for a heartbeat.

"You shouldn't sympathise," he said. "You should be afraid of me. Of what I'm capable of."

1923

He followed them through the streets of the town, and became more and more convinced that he knew where he was taking her. The environment was new, but Guillaume was nothing if not thorough - he'd memorised the vampiric haunts the second that the nest had landed here.

He knew this place. Not by name, but there were a thousand like it throughout the United States. Blood bars. Whorehouses, essentially, for those inclined toward specific persuasions. Mortal men and women gave themselves to their predators here - sometimes freely, most of the time not. They were a blight on the landscape, and although they were technically in contravention of the Accords, they kept springing up. A few weeks at a time, in a factory here, a warehouse there, a meat-packing district another time. Then they'd vanish without a trace when the mortals became too curious, and move on.

He felt his teeth lengthening as he followed the pair, Sofia's movements looking more and more unsure as she approached. She could feel it, he knew, he could sense licks of her nervousness through their bond - but this was a different kind than before. Less butterflies, being with a guy she was sweet on, more like a growing weight.

He stole through the door after them with a glare at the men who kept watch at the door, and who were smart enough to back off, and took up position at the bar in the corner, camouflaged within the crowd. Watching.

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