Ilinca | Илинка (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} wildrage) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} cirque_rp,@ 2017-08-23 22:16:00 |
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Who: Ilinca & Open
What: She always gets her man
When: June 8th, late night
Where: Forest outside the Cirque grounds
Warnings: Uh...stealing someone's life force? TBD. Who even knows with this one.
Prompt: Triumph
He was an easy mark. Most of them were, really, if she thought about it. Taken in by a pretty face, a teasing gesture, and some false, sweet words. To borrow a phrase she used fairly often, it was like shooting fish in a barrel. No one ever learned, no matter how much time passed, and how much men considered themselves learned. Oh well. At least it kept her energy up.
It was too easy to lure him outside, away from his friends. He was drunk, and thought she was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. Ilinca laughed and teased him as she sauntered on ahead, her silvery voice floating back through the trees. He was stumbling, crashing into branches and tripping over roots. She was beside him almost before he knew it, pulling him on ahead. "Dance with me," she murmured in his ear.
"'m not very good at dancing," he slurred, reaching for her anyway.
"Just follow my lead," she purred, stepping into the clearing they'd reached. She whipped him into a turn, lighter on her feet than any human woman, not that he noticed. He struggled to keep up, but she kept pushing him on, sometimes with a slap, pinch, or shove. He was flagging, but trying to keep up. She mentally shook her head. They were all the same.
Eventually, though, he fell and didn't get back up. Ilinca prowled towards him, her predatory side coming to the surface. She could sense his life force inside of him, calling out to her. She crawled up his prone body, straddling his hips and kissing him. He was more on board now, and she put up with his wandering hands for the moment. The greater prize was within her reach.
Her kiss was draining, in the most literal way. His grip lost its firmness, his limbs becoming heavy as he grew weaker. He fell back, his neck unable to support the weight of his head. His eyes were fluttering wildly, and his breath was getting short. He was almost gone. Ilinca couldn't help it, she laughed. Usually she had to torture them to get them like this, the alcohol had made her work almost too easy. Next time, though. Right now, she just needed to finish this, and then she'd feel better, and Stacey could have another meal.
What: She always gets her man
When: June 8th, late night
Where: Forest outside the Cirque grounds
Warnings: Uh...stealing someone's life force? TBD. Who even knows with this one.
Prompt: Triumph
He was an easy mark. Most of them were, really, if she thought about it. Taken in by a pretty face, a teasing gesture, and some false, sweet words. To borrow a phrase she used fairly often, it was like shooting fish in a barrel. No one ever learned, no matter how much time passed, and how much men considered themselves learned. Oh well. At least it kept her energy up.
It was too easy to lure him outside, away from his friends. He was drunk, and thought she was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. Ilinca laughed and teased him as she sauntered on ahead, her silvery voice floating back through the trees. He was stumbling, crashing into branches and tripping over roots. She was beside him almost before he knew it, pulling him on ahead. "Dance with me," she murmured in his ear.
"'m not very good at dancing," he slurred, reaching for her anyway.
"Just follow my lead," she purred, stepping into the clearing they'd reached. She whipped him into a turn, lighter on her feet than any human woman, not that he noticed. He struggled to keep up, but she kept pushing him on, sometimes with a slap, pinch, or shove. He was flagging, but trying to keep up. She mentally shook her head. They were all the same.
Eventually, though, he fell and didn't get back up. Ilinca prowled towards him, her predatory side coming to the surface. She could sense his life force inside of him, calling out to her. She crawled up his prone body, straddling his hips and kissing him. He was more on board now, and she put up with his wandering hands for the moment. The greater prize was within her reach.
Her kiss was draining, in the most literal way. His grip lost its firmness, his limbs becoming heavy as he grew weaker. He fell back, his neck unable to support the weight of his head. His eyes were fluttering wildly, and his breath was getting short. He was almost gone. Ilinca couldn't help it, she laughed. Usually she had to torture them to get them like this, the alcohol had made her work almost too easy. Next time, though. Right now, she just needed to finish this, and then she'd feel better, and Stacey could have another meal.