Rasui (sleepdeprived) wrote in cirque_rp, @ 2017-05-17 13:31:00 |
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The lands of Louisiana were full of superstition and very real things that went bump in the night. Without the sight, voices of the dead screamed out silently into Issac’s mind, another layer to the hundreds of familiar thoughts of those around the Cirque; only unlike mediums and the like he had no real idea what they were saying. The southern lands of voodoo were not the first nor the last place to hold so many lost souls. After the last show, Issac had grabbed Elia to go on the ghost tours; super late night tours made for the best fun. The mixture of magics between them creating chaos of their own amusement. Issac was sure the Ringmaster would find out, but it was worth it. Laying half entwined with Elia and only partially clothed- because who goes to bed all covered up?- Issac wrapped his arms around his partner in crime. The buzz of her thoughts loud in his head. Over time and constant cuddle sessions, Issac learned to glaze the surface thoughts opposed to his natural tendency to delve deeper upon touch. “That was fun,” he laughed, a mischievous grin permanently plastered on his lips. --- Curled up against Issac, Elia was feeling pretty good. The night had been eventful, from the burlesque performances to their escape to play with the tourists – it had all been fun. And fun was an important part of Elia's life. There would be so much of it, and she thought all of it should be enjoyable. If not, what was the point? She hadn't bothered to attain such longevity to be bored for most of it. Luckily, Issac wasn't boring. Her head fit nicely on his shoulder, and he was warm up against her naturally cooler skin. "Darling, that was amazing. I didn't think that college girl was going to stop screaming," Elia giggled, tilting her head up to nuzzle affectionately at her partner's jaw. She did so love having people in her life that were like-minded. --- “Yes!! Oh, and the old man I messed with to act like he was possessed. That could not have gone better. I’m sure he’ll believe that was something for the rest of his life.” A little more practice with Elia around and Issac was sure he could open poor foolish minds up to see the crazed spirits that twisted across the lands. The things he had done purely on accident since meeting her sent many to insane asylums. The coven was made better purely by their ability to mix magics so well. “I love this place.” Issac nuzzled her back, reaching only the top of her head for a kiss. “And all the new arrivals are a great bunch.” he had already started to play with the new employees, because it was the best way to test them out. Their own interests in him and his abilities made it easier to get close to them. If there was one person who he allowed to point him in any direction for their own gain it would be Elia and not the fae or demons or any other contracted supernatural, Elia at least had the same sense of ‘humour’ as he did. --- “There’s so much to love,” Elia agreed, enjoying his attention. She usually enjoyed the attention of attractive men; they were one of her many vices. Issac was on a somewhat different level than her playthings, though. He was much more her equal than others, a warlock in his own right, and very talented in his area. Oh, and so delightfully wicked beneath the surface, always ready to help her further her plans -- as long as she helped him further his own. Luckily, they were usually able to do both, working in concert. Collaboration could be such a beautiful thing. “I haven’t met all the new ones yet, of course, but I’m getting there. The ones I have run into show promise.” Her lips curved into a smirk, and she twined her fingers together with his, watching the way that their hands linked idly. “I’ve been enjoying some older blood, lately. Looking into some possibilities. You’ll have to fill me in on all the newbies.” --- “My favourite is the Fae. Mmm. Talk about some tasty dark energy in her and she thinks I’m fascinating. It made me wish I had your talent to at least use that -ness in my magic.” His usually energetic levels waned when they had their cuddle sessions after some true fun on unsuspecting mundanes. He could be awake for days and still act as if he had all the energy in the world, until, of course, he collapses with a migraine bad enough to make the sweet smells of the circus disgusting. “She thinks she can fry my synapses if I tried to pry into her brain. It was some great conversating and taunting happening.” Issac pulled their linked hands to his mouth and nipped at Elia’s wrist absently. “I should play with some of my old friends, but everyone is so wary of having me around in their heads- as if just being here doesn’t place them on my radar. And really, their thoughts aren’t new to me. I mean, everyone is far chattier in their heads than they are outside of them. Oh!” He continued distracted by the voices in his head reminding him of his latest ideas. “The golem-automaton man… I want some of that. Poke him with a stick and see how the magic keeps him together. Ugh, the things I would do.” --- The nip brought a pleased little hum to Elia's lips and she turned slightly, snuggling closer, tipping her head up to look at Issac from the tops of her eyes. Sometimes it struck her, how perfect he was – her match in all the best ways, and with none of the troublesome drawbacks. He had all the power to know her deepest secrets, all the dark and terrible things she had done to get what she wanted... and at the same time, he had standards of morality that were just as damaged as her own. This was a quality that was both highly desirable and tragically rare. She would have to add thanks for Issac back into the prayers she made to her dark goddess. "Sloan," she turned the name over, nodding after a moment. "The new energy rolling around has been significant," Elia admitted. "But there's so much of it right now that it's difficult to sort from a distance. Between the plantation and the newcomers, who can tell? I trust your judgment, though. Now, the golem... that's an interesting bit of magic. I'm fairly sure Kennet won't let us take him apart, though." The witch didn't bother to hide her vaguely pouty thoughts; Issac would hear them one way or another. "He is, as usual, a complete spoil-sport." --- “Aww you’re perfect too,” he grinned, feeling her thoughts easily emanate inside his head covering the world of other thoughts trying to fight to be the loudest. Issac could come off as silly and full of light to those that thought they knew him, took him at his surface value, it was others like Elia that knew better. One should not mistake chaos for goodness. Moments of good were more influenced by amusement than for the want of good. “And really I think Management hates me. Leaving us here just to see how many days I can go without sleep… I’m sure of it. I need to talk to the mediums to see if they can get the spirits to shut their whiny mouths. Oh! Or maybe use them as a distraction technique so I can sleep… send Mediums in to get overwhelmed and find myself a cozy little spot on the far side of the grounds.” He nodded to his ideas. “Hmm, I wonder if we could use the same thing to make Kennet distracted with them so we could poke at the golem.” Issac paused in his rapid waterfalls of ideas and thoughts at her internal pouting. “You know, I say keep trying. He’ll give in eventually. Shake that hot little behind his way. I mean- I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again- he needs to get laid, release some of that tension. Even I can feel it around him like a chain.” --- Cheater. The thought was pointed, but also touched with an amused fondness. Elia would certainly not have been so calm if anyone else had been digging around in her head, but Issac had been a special case from the beginning. And he could find out such delightful, useful things, couldn't he? "I don't think Management thinks of us, love," she offered, idly petting him in sympathy. Elia, of course, did not have such trouble sleeping. If anything, the wonderful darkness of the area soothed her into more pleasant dreams. But she did understand how irritating the yammering of the spirits, not to mention the circus itself, could be. "At least not unless we start doing things like sacrificing the sanity of the special humans in order to get a good nap." This came with a smirk. "Now, if we sent them and could manage to get Kennet to go and save them... maybe. But I don't like our chances. He was even more disagreeable than usual when I spoke to him last." The smirk blossomed into a full grin. "Extra repressed, I agree." --- “Yeah… he'd probably let them suffer. Oh, if it was a good nap though, it would be worth it.” Another sparkle of mischief gleamed in his green eyes. “He needs to get laid and we need to not pick up so many new toys at once and maybe he'd chill. I wonder if I could start sending him images of you in such wonderful glory, what would happen to that repression? Do you think he’d need it? Do Djinn feel normal?” All Isaac knew of the species were they thought of themselves highly and were rare to find. Tricky creatures did not need physical forms but those that got a hold of them obviously could keep them in a manageable form. “Hence management!,” he said proud to his own internal thought. “Do we think our combined magic child penetrate his mind enough to send him thoughts?” --- He probably would let them suffer, wouldn't he? He certainly hadn't seemed at all concerned with them when she brought it up to him the first time – although it was difficult to say whether or not that had to do with his annoyance at finding her at his door or his lack of empathy for the mediums. Maybe the repression really was getting to him? So many possibilities. The convenient thing was not having to spell them all out. Her thoughts ran alongside Issac's, filling in gaps and adding bits here and there to what he was saying, and all without having to really interrupt. Was it really necessary to go to all that trouble for a good nap? Maybe they could just ward one of the trailers particularly well and achieve the same effect. And what were the chances that Kennet would bristle at their warding and waltz right through to be grouchy? Could he, if they were both working on it? Damn the rarity of his kind. She would need to send for books. "I think it might be dangerous to find out. Do you think it's in his contract that he can't turn us into vegetables for trying? That seems like an important thing to begin with." After all, Elia's taste of the Ringmaster's power had been purely clothes-on in nature, but it was still heady stuff. Kennet's magic tasted like heat and ancient spices, and crackled on her tongue like lightning. --- The silent portions of the conversations mingled in with such ease that Isaac often forgot they were not being spoken. He enjoyed a far more lucrative conversation without his conversational partner needing too excited extra energy. “It might not be necessary, but it sure would make my nap that much better,” he chuckled. “And I've tried wards on my trailer, they work for a short period and then my magic adapts. I just wait until the pain takes me out.” Issac opened his mouth and closed it, looking down at his friend. “Can his mind turn people into vegetables? Even the stories I've heard of them don't really know what extent of power they have. I'm sure his contract allows for a lot of things though. Employees that don't follow their contract tend to disappear… is it Management or Kennet?” Tugging at Elia, he wanted to pull her on top of him. “You are insatiable for your tastes in magic. I knew I liked you for a reason.” --- The witch moved at his urging, shifting under the touch of his hands without seeming to pay any attention at all. She settled comfortably over his hips, continuing their half-spoken conversation without missing a beat. There was the question -- was Kennet the dangerous one, or was it Management? Was the Djinn hell-bent on making himself look good in his role, or was Management so stern that they dealt with the problems themselves? There was always the chance that the Djinn didn't even have a contract, that he simply stayed for his own amusement, or to benefit from some other sort of bargain... "There are some things you can never have enough of, dearest heart. Expensive wine, good sex, and strong magic rank at the top of the list. And the Ringmaster... well. None of us can challenge him, not in any real fashion. What he brings to the table is very, very old. Certainly older than the race that spawned us." Ancient and powerful, so deliciously heady that Elia had longed for it for a decade -- even knowing that tasting of Kennet's power didn't mean possessing it. "And if we're to do anything without being suspected... hmm. We're going to need to work on those wards." --- “Both, the answer is both… Management gathers us and Kennet keeps us in line… sort of.” Issac chuckled again, his hands slipping over Elia’s hips. “With how annoyed he’s been I doubt it’s for his amusement- BUT that does go back to our original statement of needing release. It can’t be good for an ancient old fart like him.” Issac let her add more on as his fingers trailed over her legs and back up. He was more or less amusing himself as he listened to her explanations. Eyes alight and grin ear to ear, Issac brightened at Elia continuing with the plan. This was what she was for, lead Issac on course when he would often stray to new thoughts, new voices, new ideas. “Well, I’m not doing anything in the mornings.” He bit his lip and raised his brows in excitement. “We could maybe pull some of the other witches into the plan… and by that I mean using their blood or convincing them it is a good idea.” His hypnosis did not always work on supernaturals, with Witches and warlocks it was a hit or miss thing. But there were ways of making the warding work seem like something that needed to be done. --- The petting was pleasant, lulling; noticed, but not thought much of. If anything, Issac was a much more valuable commodity than any of her lovers. He intrigued her on so much more than a physical level, even if she was a dyed-in-the-wool hedonist. His petting and attention was always welcome, but he was so much more to her than that. "Well, us knowing it and convincing him of it are completely different things. You know how he is. If we think it's a good idea, he will dig in his heels as though his life depends on it." ...well, that was probably more her than them, but Issac came with her part and parcel, so he was included. "I think we can do better than just witch-blood," she mused, leaning down to lay against his chest. After all, they were surrounded by powerful creatures, some of whom were much easier to manipulate than the witches, who could be a canny and suspicious lot. Elia thought that was probably related to a history of being burned alive. "Although your skills in that area are priceless. Naamah might provide us with a good reason for the wards. Extra protection, extra control." And Kennet had given her a very good reason to be seeking more control, hadn't he? If she could dance to his tune and serve her own purposes at the same time... hmmm. --- “Oooh, the sexy sexy succubus. If I had a taste of that I would die happy.” He made a low groan of need. Issac liked to play with dark things, as much as Elia. They were a pair in the same pod. He was jealous of Elia’s ability to keep Naamah on a leash. But he could never be trusted with such responsibility. “I think Kennet might even give us permission for that.” Issac shook his head. “You know I bet he’ll be tasty too, all that pent up energy.” Issac could not help but poke fun at Elia’s single track mind for her wants with the Ringmaster. There were a fair few in the circus that wanted a piece of that, especially when he was being more like the rest of them. “Can I play with Naamah once we have those wards up? Teach me all these delicious tricks that swim around in your head.” --- Elia would not have described her relationship with Naamah as one of 'responsibility', although it could certainly be viewed that way. Once the succubus had devoured the soul of the witch that had called her, binding Naamah had been more a matter of self-preservation than anything else. It had been that, or allow her to gorge herself on the especially delicious energies of the circus, and that hardly seemed like much of a choice. Her fellow employees might often have been very troublesome, but they were like a sort of family, weren't they? "By all means, have a taste. Have two, my love. It all looks very sexy from the outside, but I assure you that Naamah's appetites can be exhausting." The witch's lips twitched. "Even for me. I'm sure she would welcome the opportunity for an extra meal or two." Or three, or a few thousand. Naamah's complaints about her lack of proper feeding weren't exactly new to Elia, but her instructions had been very clear. Keeping the demon on a leash was necessary. Issac's comment about Kennet earned him a roll of her eyes and the feel of her fingers tickling against his ribcage. "You're wicked for teasing me. Yes, I'm sure he'll be delicious, and of course you'll know all about it. And you know that I love you because I’ll still let you play with my demon, even after you’ve been so terrible.” --- “You just need to feed her someone with an endless supply of energy! Not that I'm that person, but it would give you a break for the rest of us.” A dark circus never could escape the familiar vices of sexuality. It dripped in every essence lured in their patrons for a better time than the mundanes could imagine. Most who lay in the grey area that Isaac felt he presided within released their extra energies by having a little fun. Isaac laughed, wriggling underneath her fingers. “Oh! If you want some better teasing I could make you think you are beding him and we could see how that plays out.” Isaac bit back his grin in excitement. It would be a simple use of his magic, a little further inside the head than his normal hypnosis but nothing too exhausting. “I could make a very realistic Ringmaster,” he teased further. ---- |