Who: Elia, Caleb What: Chatting. Where: Outside Virtue & Vice When: May 12, after Elia's performance Warnings: TBD
Her final performance for the night done, Elia was happy to let herself out the back of the V&V tent. It was too warm inside, a sultry, erotic sort of heat that clung to even her cool skin in the form of droplets of sweat. The cool night air was so much more comfortable, so much more pleasant. The circus had its own smells, preferable to her over the musk of arousal and the scent of sweat.
Elia inhaled deeply, clearing her head with the crisp smell of the night. The sweetness of caramel and cinnamon drifted on the air; she could smell notes of savory things from the restaurants. They pulled at her, and she knew that soon she would be slipping into the kitchens from the back, batting her lashes for special favors from the chefs.
Before she could set her feet on that path, though, something else came to her on the wind. Not a smell, but a taste. The tang of darkness on the back of her tongue, rich and dark. Brimstone, bloody notes. Caleb. Ah, the lover she'd thought she'd hooked nice and tight... only to have him absent from her bed since before they'd left Louisiana.
Closing her eyes, Elia reached for him with her magic, wrapping tendrils of her special darkness around him. Just gently, tugging, teasing, little flickers of shadow brushing against him for his attention.