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Mods of Kiseki RPG ([info]kiseki_mods) wrote in [info]kiseki_logs,
@ 2015-10-15 14:07:00

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Entry tags:! arrival, ! event, ! intro, ! log, * au event, * event replay, * world change event, ; vampire event, aramis (bbc), dorian pavus, elsa, korra, leo elster, porthos du vallon (bbc), sebastian michaelis, the iron bull, tsubasa 'syaoran' li, yukine, ~ agron, ~ anne (bbc), ~ art, ~ arthur pendragon (bbc), ~ athos (bbc) [#2], ~ ciel phantomhive, ~ constance bonacieux (bbc), ~ d'artagnan (bbc), ~ emma swan, ~ freya (bbc), ~ gwaine (bbc), ~ hiyori iki, ~ jaeha [#2], ~ james buchanan 'bucky' barnes, ~ king mickey, ~ mary margaret blanchard | snow white, ~ merlin (bbc), ~ milady de winter (bbc), ~ nasir, ~ neal cassidy | baelfire, ~ pearl, ~ pepper potts, ~ steve rogers [#2], ~ steven quartz universe, ~ stiles stilinski, ~ tony stark, ~ yona

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[Fog rolls into the town of Samara – another cool autumn day, the sky murky and the tress shedding their leaves. The nights are longer now, the moon hanging low in the sky – and that can only mean one thing: stirrings. With the darkness creeps the dangers. You’ve likely heard those whispers all your life – those murmurs of caution, of danger, of otherness. Be mindful not to step out into the shadows for too long and risk losing yourself entirely.

The little town of Samara might appear quiet at first, unassuming, gentle even – a far outpost and a far cry from the Leridae kingdom’s capital. But it isn’t too far-flung from there, although hidden away in its own little haven, the trees growing closer and closer to its city lines with every passing year. No, this town is not as unassuming as it might seem. You might have grown up here – you’d know as much. Or perhaps you were drawn here for the same reason so many others have been drawn here:

Here in Samara, the rumors are simply that – just rumors. After all, who would ever think that vampires would prey upon such an unassuming, quiet town. But those who whisper the rumors might just shake their heads, looking out towards the forest, towards those darkened alleyways between the old, rickety town. Vampires are one thing. Hunters are another. And Samara has long since been the established epicenter of hunter activity – their meeting ground, so to speak, their headquarters. The hunters, of course, are branches of factions, individualistic in some ways and community-based in others. There is no set leader but there are clans within those hunters, those who strive for certain aspects of the hunter code – and others who operate well outside the set parameters of that.

This place has always been quiet, despite the heavy hunter presence. Few vampires risk staying too close within this town simply because of the danger to them. For years now, decades and decades, the hunters and the vampires have been at odds. Recently, these fights and tensions have only grown more devastating, with loses on both sides – tearing friends and families apart. The hunters hold pride in their abilities and the vampires, secretive and hidden, search for a means to survive in a world that rejects them. Or, perhaps, there are those few who seek the living for the sport of it. Just as there are hunters who seek to kill for the sport. Each side has had its demons and its loses.

And in this, the sleepy little town of Samara is mired with one rumor that just keeps being whispered again and again: that Queen Anne of Leridae is coming – or is already here, as the rumors indicate. Rumors speculate to her purpose – many assume that it’s her wish to form a formal alliance with the hunter factions. Others aren’t so sure. A few more believe that the rumors are just that: rumors. What purpose would a queen have to visiting this quiet little town where absolutely nothing ever happens ever at all? What purpose could such a queen have to coming to a town known for its hunter populace and devastating vampire attacks? Will peace come at last?

Despite this, the large meeting hall at the center of town is undergoing some sprucing up, some redecorating. There’s a grand ball planned, set to be open to the public and the higher-ranking hunter guilds within the next few days. That seems indication enough that something important is underway – or, at the very least, a royal visitor is imminent.

In the end, though, this quiet little town is certainly just meant to be quiet… But with the promise of Queen Anne’s arrival, there’s a new flurry of preparations: decorations everywhere, preparing housing for guests, trying to clean up the streets – and trying, so desperately, not to be bitten when the moon is high. And with the rumors of Queen Anne’s arrival come all the other new arrivals, seeking different desires: to join the hunters? To escape hunters in other regions? To find lost friends? To try to meet royalty? To find something to eat? To be turned? Or, perhaps you are more innocent in all this – just a bystander dragged into these strange happenings, torn between this conflict that seems to have no end.

Perhaps, then, there can be hope – and perhaps, someday, peace. Welcome to Samara.]

[[Our vampire AU event begins! Find more information here.]]


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[info]bossing
2015-10-16 07:13 pm UTC (link)
Pepper gives a tiniest, wry hum at the response, lips pulling into a mirthless smile for a moment. It's not like she can't smell it on him; how it went. She detests it, the need for it -- that there are those among her kind so unconcerned and uninterested in even trying to get along with humans peacefully. But how can she expect everyone to be able to fight their nature? They're predators, pure and simple. She supposes it's her and those that think like her -- that maybe one day they could all find a way to co-exist without useless bloodshed -- who are the odd ones out.

Not that she's an innocent, herself. She'd do whatever necessary to serve her Queen and their common interests. Tony had been one of those necessities, if perhaps laced with some private indulgence; he's attractive and she'd been without companionship for a very long time. But they both know that they've long since moved past that point.

"That's... yes." Shaking off her preoccupation and private concerns, she smooths her hands across her skirts idly and finally turns to face him, running her gaze up and down over him the same way she always does when he comes back from his hunts. "Did you meet anybody?" Any hunters, she means. Or perhaps, anyone new and suspicious, maybe.

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[info]vulgarian
2015-10-16 08:20 pm UTC (link)
He moves suddenly, a quick step in between her and the window as she turns from it. When he had been younger it had been so easy for him to be seduced by her, but now he scarcely thinks of how his life could be different. She's as much a part of it as anything else he l-- needs. They need one another. It's a Darwinian partnership, the scientist in his brain struggles to win out. But it isn't so. The arc reactor that's keeping him alive may also be killing her -- and him, in the process. Or at least not sustaining her the way he once did. If they both truly only cared for survival they would part ways, absolutely.

"Do you really want to know?" he asks, eyes crashing into hers louder even than the cacophony inside his head. He always says this, though sometimes what comes after is different. They don't have any true secrets from one another, a fact most people would think him naive to believe. But he knows all of this as the facts they are and he will not be dissuaded from them.

His hand comes up, knuckles ghostly as they brush along her cheekbone. He knows from too many times that it's cool to the touch; that she's hungry. That she needs his life-force to stay young and warm and vibrant. There's a sadness; a resignation even in his eyes, but Tony says nothing further.

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[info]bossing
2015-10-16 08:47 pm UTC (link)
Deep down she knows this relationship is doomed any way you slice it. A mortal and an immortal? Well, that didn't require much math. And Tony's arc reactor presents a whole another set of issues. Her ability to heal herself rids her of whatever chemicals or reagents are in his blood from the device, but she can only take so much at once without causing undue stress on Tony's system. She's frequently hungry for this reason, and it's gotten worse lately; like his blood has lost some potency, or her need grown greater. She's not sure which.

Her eyes close at the light touch, the warm blood in his veins singing to her, the scent of it tickling her nose. Stubbornly, she pushes aside the pangs of hunger and meets his gaze.

"Yes," she responds steadily. There is no other response -- she was sent to this town at the Queen's behest for the sole purpose of information gathering, to find out all she can of both sides. She can't falter or shirk that duty now. "Tell me."

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[info]vulgarian
2015-10-16 09:57 pm UTC (link)
His hand drops, skating along her side until it links up with hers and carefully entwines their fingers. "Come away from the window," he urges, as though she hadn't asked anything at all. As if it merely evaporated into thin air. He needs comfort now, she can have her answers later. She knows he'll give her anything he asks despite how ridiculously stubborn he really is. He can smell her shampoo, he knows she's already gotten ready for bed, but he needs a shower as much as he needs company.

As he leads her from one end of the house to the other he speaks distinctly and uncharacteristically concise. It needs to be that way. "There was a boy being chased." He put down the thing doing the chasing. It's quite simple, in a mathmatical way he can appreciate.

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[info]bossing
2015-10-17 09:28 am UTC (link)
Her lips tighten a little in faint resignation at the request, but she simply squeezes his fingers in hers gently and allows him to tug her along, going as if she wasn't a creature of vastly superior strength even while lacking nourishment.

"I see," she says, evidently unhappy about the news, sighing through her nose. She can guess the rest; it would probably be too much to hope that maybe the assailant was a rogue hunter -- it wasn't unheard of that some gave in to a bloodlust of their own sort, hunting indiscriminately even those who weren't vampires. Even so, Pepper recalls only a handful of such cases in a period of several centuries.

"It's getting out of hand." Just as she'd worried. She's not at all certain this is a good time for the Queen to visit and Pepper inferred as much in her latest correspondence, but she'd been politely overruled. She can't help but fear something terrible is about to happen.

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[info]vulgarian
2015-10-17 01:49 pm UTC (link)
Even if a hunter had attacked him, Tony wouldn't have killed the man. Defended himself, surely, but the scent of death hung in the air so thick even someone without senses could pick up on it.

"Did you know there's an artist in the village?" It had seemed curious to him when he'd met Steve, but only because he doesn't venture outside his home, surely. It wouldn't seem weird to anyone who actually socialized, right? Not that Pepper was necessarily the right gauge in that instance. But he knew she liked art -- something he probably shouldn't know, and yet did anyway.

He lets go of her hand once his boots hit the tile, trying not to register the smear of red along with the mud that stain it temporarily. Without hesitation, he steps on one to rid himself of it, then the other goes too. Socks, pants, shirt, underwear all follow in no particular order. He turns on the spray and slips under it before it's even hot, needing to get the stench off of his skin. A sigh echoes across the good acoustics of the room, relieved when the red runs out of his hair and from under his fingernails and down the drain.

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[info]bossing
2015-10-17 03:04 pm UTC (link)
"I didn't," she responds shortly to the question, a pensive tone to her voice. Pepper makes herself useful, out of desire to keep busy as well as necessity; the stench clinging to Tony's soiled clothing isn't doing her nose any favors. While Tony gets under the spray, she picks every discarded article up almost daintily in between one thumb and forefinger and drops them in a laundry basket. The muddy boots in one hand and the basket held under the opposite arm, Pepper totes both away to be washed asap. It only takes a moment, though, and she returns into the bathroom soon after.

"That may not be all that he is," she muses at length, returning to the previous topic. Sitting on the closed toilet seat, she gives another quiet sigh. "With all these new arrivals, it's getting hard to keep track on who actually is what they claim they are."

She loves art, it's true; she hates the fact that she's gotten so jaded with this situation that her immediate thought is that the person must be covering up another occupation, another situation.

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[info]vulgarian
2015-10-17 03:26 pm UTC (link)
He mutters a thank you he isn't sure she hears, though he's relieved when she comes back. He needs her within reach now. And here it comes, does he tell her the truth? That his new friend had helped him slay the beast in the forest? Or does he leave it open. It feels like betraying a trust, though Steve hadn't implicitly told him to keep it quiet. For some reason, he feels a connection to the man he only met tonight, even before they went on the kill together.

"Is anyone who they claim to be here?" he asks loftily, scrubbing the grit out of his scalp before moving a loofah along his skin roughly. It's for his benefit, but he also knows Pepper will have trouble sleeping if any traces remain. Not that he's actively being so considerate. That would be... wrong. "I'm definitely not." It's something that gets under his skin, even if he knows the reasoning behind it.

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[info]bossing
2015-10-17 05:29 pm UTC (link)
Pepper pins him with a sharp, scrutinizing stare he can probably at least feel if not straightaway notice, brows furrowed slightly. She's learned by now that Tony is dreadful at keeping secrets. When he'd rather not be entirely truthful, he tends to evade just like this. It tells her better than anything else that Tony knows more than he's telling her. She grits her teeth, something about the follow-up addendum rubbing her the wrong way.

"Well, I hope that's a comfort to you," she says, maybe a little coolly, rising from her perch -- implication being it certainly isn't to her. Not in this situation. "I'll fetch you a clean towel." With that, she steps out.

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[info]vulgarian
2015-10-17 05:35 pm UTC (link)
Tony's eyes waver under her scrutiny, opening his mouth to protest. "Pep--" But she's already gone. It isn't a comfort to him, but nothing much is these days. He curls his fist and presses it against the tile, squeezing his eyes shut against tears that threaten to spring up behind them. By the time she comes back, he's trained himself into a blank face once more, accepting the towel through the clear curtain and cutting the water. "Thank you," he croaks out, his voice soft and nearly hoarse.

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[info]bossing
2015-10-17 06:36 pm UTC (link)
Pepper knows she's likely reacting too strongly again. The problem of having everything in oneself so heightened; senses but also emotions. It made it hard sometimes to remain collected, even with the extensive practice she's had. She takes the moment she's gone to pull the veneer of calm back over her features, handing the towel over wordlessly until he speaks first.

"You're welcome," she returns as quietly, as expressionless as Tony.

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[info]vulgarian
2015-10-17 07:34 pm UTC (link)
He nods and climbs out, running the towel cursorily over his hair before winding the cloth around his waist and letting the rest of him drip. Even after all this time, he doesn't know how to ask for affection from her, and he bites his lip, awkwardly sticking his hand back out for hers. "Can you..." But that's as far as he gets, his emotions crashing through and breaking out over the surface of his face. He feels more vulnerable now than he ever has, just wanting her to be near.

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[info]bossing
2015-10-17 08:18 pm UTC (link)
She holds her peace almost imperiously for a moment, though even she's not entirely sure herself what exactly she's punishing him for. It wasn't always pretty, the push and pull between them. But the emotion that finally floods Tony's features melts her own resolve and she seems to visibly deflate, shoulders bowing inward. She reaches for his proffered hand, something almost sad flashing across her face.

"I'm cold," she warns him, not meaning it in the traditional sense and she knows he knows it. The more time passes from her last feeding, the cooler her skin feels to the touch, turns paler; she's perfectly aware how uncomfortable -- disturbing, even -- that must be, being so near her dead body and unbeating heart during such times.

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[info]vulgarian
2015-10-17 08:38 pm UTC (link)
Tony nods, reeling her in close with their joined hands. He knows the way she means it, and he knows why she's upset even if she isn't allowing herself to see it yet. "Let me warm you up," he urges, nose touching hers as he moves in, breath caught and held. She too knows the way he means it, though it could have a double meaning and he certainly wouldn't mind. Not tonight. Tonight her chill doesn't affect him; not when he's been so thoroughly chilled to the bone. The arc reactor whirs against her chest, an eery reminder of why it isn't a good idea to carry on this way. He doesn't care, he's already given her everything. He worries about what will happen to her once he dies, yes, but not enough to stop.

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[info]bossing
2015-10-17 09:14 pm UTC (link)
"Tony..." she sighs in a tone he knows by now; it's hesitation, uncertainty over accepting what he offers even though that's exactly what this thing of theirs is based on, at its most basic level. She pushes the envelope when it comes to her need to feed more these days, concerned about his well-being more than her own. None of it stops her from pressing closer to him, though, needing that closeness just the same as him. It was just harder for her to admit, sometimes. She lifts a hand to his face, gently tracing a scratch on his cheek with cool fingertips before dipping her gaze to the lines on his torso.

"I wish you'd let me take care of these," she murmurs with a touch of regret. It wouldn't take but a couple of drops of her blood to heal such superficial injuries, but she knows it's unlikely to happen even if it didn't draw unwanted attention.

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[info]vulgarian
2015-10-17 09:23 pm UTC (link)
"They're fine," he protests, but doesn't pull away. His eyelids droop a little at the touch and her proximity. He's not sure to what extent she could heal him and to him that path is dangerous and can only lead to one thing. If they both became immortal, then who would Pepper feed on? He knows now that he couldn't bring himself to think of killing anyone living, but if his life depended on it -- if hers did? It's horrifying, wondering what he might do. So it's partially stubbornness, but he also can't risk anything more. This is what they have and they've made it work up until now. He can fix it if he's only given more time, but that is quickly running low for them both.

"You need it more than me," he concludes, biting his lip and bringing his gaze back to hers. He wants this, something he hates about the transaction. If he could find disgust for it that would actually comfort him, but instead his heart speeds up, arousal permeating the air. He needs her to give in, and knows she eventually will.

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[info]bossing
2015-10-18 11:55 am UTC (link)
She hears it, the way his pulse leaps and heart pounds, swiftly pumping more of the sweet, warm blood through his veins, calling to her as much as the distinct scent of pheromones in the air. She knows he enjoys the act of her using him like that, as much as he doesn't wish to; but he can never hide his reactions from her sharp senses. It's not without its allure for her, either, beyond the obvious satisfaction she derives from it-- feeding on the willing could be a very sensual thing.

Pepper mimics him, still blunt teeth biting into her lip to smother a tiny whimper at the hunger clawing at her belly even more ferociously at the offer, her blue eyes beginning to take on a faint luminous tint; first stages of turning into the yellow, cat-like ones. Her fingers ghost down his bare sides, nails raking lightly enough to barely tickle. She knows he's right. She does need this, after days of fighting it off.

"Come lay down," she requests in a low tone, tugging on his hand.

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[info]vulgarian
2015-10-18 12:24 pm UTC (link)
He shudders, at the touch but also her reaction. She's nothing like the senseless monster that lay slain in the woods. There's so much more to her and whether that's a justification or not never seems to matter in these moments. His belly draws in, eyes growing dark for what he knows come next.

"Okay," he's saying, licking his lips as he allows her to lead this time. Not that he'd have much choice if she wanted to force the issue, but as always that danger glints just under the surface and adds so much more to their encounters. He knows it's sick, and that he is, too, but what would he gain from saying no to this now? This is all he knows anymore.

Tony separates their hands briefly to drop his towel to the bedroom floor and crawl into the bed. It feels amazing, he knows he could easily fall asleep if not for Pepper and her needs. Without thought, he makes himself into easy prey for her, baring his throat while lifting a hand for her -- beckoning her near.

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[info]bossing
2015-10-18 01:21 pm UTC (link)
While Tony climbs on the bed, Pepper discards the simple dress she wears around the house, leaving her clad in a thin cotton slip. She's not far behind, crawling in after him, eyes now glowing faintly like molten gold in the dimness of the room as her canines sharpen and lengthen against her tongue; she covers him gently like some demon goddess come to claim her mortal mate, orange hair falling down her shoulders as she leans down to press cool, damp kisses up his torso, one soft, clawed hand settling on his belly.

He'd need to wear tall collar or a scarf to hide the marks; she was neat and uncommonly careful for a vampire, but feeding still left distinctive punctures and bruises on his skin, even if they also healed fairly quickly. Nuzzling at the bottom of his throat, she huffs a breath against his skin, feeling his pulse under her lips as she curls her fingers gently around his, clutching his offered hand.

"Ready?" she whispers; it's a warning rather than anything, sliding her mouth a little to the side and opening her lips against his jugular, low at his neck. It's surprisingly gentle, the way she closes her mouth around the patch of skin and bites down, drawing blood relatively painlessly. A low moan of rapture erupts from her throat as the sweetness of the thick liquid hits her tongue, a shudder of downright pleasure raking down her spine as she suckles, her throat working against his shoulder as she takes in the very essence of his life.

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[info]vulgarian
2015-10-18 01:30 pm UTC (link)
A soft sound is all that comes, in consent but also in reaction. He squirms beneath her, not to break free but for more -- to feel this forever. It never lasts as long as his body tells him he'd like it to, and his hand centers around her waist to pull her even closer; to feel his human reaction in its purest bodily form pressing against her thigh in an unmistakable display of wanting. His heart pumps in double-time to compensate for the pull, the arc reactor whirring on as though nothing is happening. The room is eerily quiet beyond that, and all he can do really is cling on until it's over, chin tilting up even further to make even more room for her claim. He's well-versed in the art of hiding the bites, not that he much ventures out during the day as it is.

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[info]bossing
2015-10-18 03:31 pm UTC (link)
Eyes closed tightly, she takes her fill of him; or rather, what passes as such. She's careful not to take too much, despite feeling her body clamoring for more every time she stops. Each time, she has to battle the more predatory side in her, demanding to be nourished to the brim. It's hard sometimes, especially when she's starving, but not impossible -- that willpower and control is what separates her and her kind from the vampires prowling the woods at night, here.

Pulling away to draw in a deep breath, Pepper strokes her fingers across Tony's cheek before cupping the opposite side of his neck, licking away the trails of blood trickling sluggishly down his skin from the bites, almost purring with satisfaction. She wedges her thigh carefully between his legs, rubbing deliberately against his hard arousal as she latches back on for the final few pulls, wanting to give him pleasure in exchange. With a soft moan, she swallows her last, proper taste and moves into the aftercare stage of sorts, alternating tiny sucks and licks to staunch the bleeding. It takes a moment, but eventually the little punctures coagulate enough to actively stop bleeding.

Sighing, she pulls her head up and rubs her cheek against his like a cat. Her fangs and claws have long since disappeared but her eyes still hold a lingering golden tint to them, her chilled body slowly growing warmer and retaining the illusion of living as his blood gathers hotly in her belly.

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[info]vulgarian
2015-10-18 06:53 pm UTC (link)
It's in these moments he feels closest to her -- and like he could so easily give in if she offered her wrist now. He opens his mouth to ask for it even when she moves on to the next stage instead, and he can't deny how much better she feels as her skin warms against his, smothering a cry against her face as her leg rubs against him.

"Pepper..." But it isn't a request or even a protest, not really, just an utterance of her name. These acts have stopped feeling anything but right, even tailgating on a kill. Perhaps especially then. He hates how much he enjoys that, too, but he knows he can't stop. Won't truly know what to do if all the mindless monsters finally become extinct. "Do you feel better?" he asks tentatively, smoothing hair back from her face and behind her ear to cup her cheek in one calloused palm. He can't deny how much he cares about her, far beyond survival. He wants her to thrive because of the words he can never say.

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[info]bossing
2015-10-19 12:38 pm UTC (link)
"Yeah," she breathes softly in response after a beat, even though she feels that slight nip somewhere in the bottom of her stomach; she could have fed some more. But it's enough to sustain her for another handful of days, which is what matters. She nuzzles her cheek into his palm, eyes back to the color of forget-me-nots when she opens them slowly once again. "Thank you," she whispers, lips brushing his in a gentle kiss as she rubs her face against his, forehead tipping into his -- she can never tell why this particular gesture feels so familiar, so right, but it always does.

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[info]vulgarian
2015-10-19 02:10 pm UTC (link)
He leans into the kiss, eyes slipping closed as hers open. God, she's gorgeous. This is why he's convinced himself he doesn't need for anything else. So long as he's by Pepper's side he feels complete. The rest of the time he's just -- existing. He's almost 100% sure that isn't how prey is supposed to feel, and yet here he is.

"Was it enough?" he murmurs, eager to move past blood-sharing, but if she's holding back on his account he wants to nip that in the bud. There are so many things he wants to tell her, and he can never reconcile himself with that. Instead of saying anything more, he cants his hips forward, message clear. If they both want to lose words for a while the option is there.

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[info]bossing
2015-10-19 05:46 pm UTC (link)
"Shh," she shushes him softly, pressing another, firmer kiss to his lips and breathing her reassurances into the scant space between them. "It was fine. Just fine."

There's so many things she wants to tell him, too; gentle things and painful realizations alike. Things she wouldn't have ever considered when she first seduced him all those years ago. What's developed between them now transcends everything she'd expected this to be, tangled and more complicated than it should've had any right to be. Like Tony, she just doesn't have the words now, or perhaps not the courage.

Taking his invitation, her thighs spread out to bracket his hips, the cotton of her shift riding up in process. It wasn't unheard of that their passions rose like this during feeding, but this time it's as much about avoiding certain things as it is slaking a different sort of hunger. With no wasted movement, Pepper takes him deep inside, crying out breathlessly against the side of his face as she begins to rock her hips, knowing this won't be a long affair with both of them already so wound up.

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