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Tweak says, "Ridikkulous!"

jax (burning) wrote in labyrinth_rpg,
@ 2009-05-21 21:28:00

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complete, day ten, legolas greenleaf, pandora

Day 10
Who:: Pandora and Legolas
What:: Pandora Wants to Know How Elf Tastes
When:: Evening
Where:: Foresty Area
Rating:: R-ish?
Status:: Complete

Pandora was in the mood for food. It had been days since she'd fed and she was growing intensely bored with her surroundings. The brightly colored amusement park rides and the lights were all very enjoyable, but she had seen things like it before. The smells of human food revolted her and no one she'd found was too very interesting. It seemed that most people here were characters in some story from film, television or book. It was very strange and she hadn't quite wrapped her head around it, but she also didn't really care to.

She contemplated throwing a tantrum and wreaking a bit of havoc on the place, but she wasn't sure it would do any good except to entertain herself for an hour or so. This was why, when she wandered into the forest and saw the beautiful blond head of hair between the trees, she was relatively delighted. She hadn't seen this one around, she was sure of it. She tuned all her senses to the figure as she approached on silent feet.

It startled her to find that this one wasn't human. He appeared human, but as she neared she could see that he was far too pretty. His ears were pointed, his face chiseled and elfin. He was very lovely. If anything, Pandora could appreciate beauty. A sly smile stole across her features as she purposely stepped on a twig. It snapped beneath her feet, crunching through the thin layer of ice and snow that blanketed the ground.

"And you are Legolas. I must say, it is indeed a privilege to meet you. I am Pandora."

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princegreenleaf
2009-06-09 11:01 pm UTC (link)

The elven prince was defiant to the end, and he wouldn't put Giselle in danger by saying anything more about her. Not now that he knew just what this creature was. "I will tell you nothing, foul demon." The words couldn't be said with more defiance, more hatred, if he tried. She might pull the information from his head, but he wouldn't give it to her voluntarily.

And then, it was too late for him to say anything at all. Her fangs pierced his skin, and his entire body stiffened. His hands clenched around the fabric of her shirt, trying to haul her off of him, but it was pointless. She couldn't be moved. Then the pleasure started, and he found that he didn't want to move her anymore. His hands fell limply to his side, and he just stood there and allowed her to drink for as long as she wanted.

It wasn't long, but he didn't know that. It could have been an hour or a week, and he wouldn't have known the difference. After she disengaged, for a long time he just stood there, blinking violet eyes, breathing rapidly. His head rested momentarily against the tree, but he soon gathered himself and raised it once more to look into her eyes.

For a moment, looking was all he did. Finally, though, he spoke. "Kill me. I would rather die than live so defiled by the touch of a vampire." The worst part was that part of him had liked it. Being forced to do it was bad enough, but liking it? Intolerable.

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