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Raina Maris. (raina_maris) wrote in manchester_rpg,
@ 2010-06-26 20:58:00

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desmond, raina

Wouldn't it be nice?
Who: Raina and Desmond
What: Did you know mermaids can never actually skinny dip?
When: Saturday Night
Where: Dorrs Pond
Warnings: I'm open for anything so we'll see where it goes
Status: Completed!
* I have this incredibly bubbly mer-muse who reminded me I haven't written with enough people yet.

To say the night had been long was a vast understatement.

It appeared that the incredible burly good looks of one of the satyrs from an upper class was really all that he had going for him. Raina had spent a good three days eyeing him in the halls before he finally asked her out. He'd had large, muscled arms and thick ram horns. He was rather hairy but that body was chiseled by a true artist. She had been anxiously awaiting the date.

Three and a half hours were spent getting ready but that time spanned over the course of the entire afternoon. She had to pick out the perfect outfit but while trying them on, she was constantly distracted by herself. She would lean in and brush her fingers through her hair, watching the light pink strands fall around her shoulders. She'd smile, do a spin and mesmerize herself. It was actually a very productive afternoon. In the end, she'd run a little late but showed up in a dark wash jean skirt, black boots that reached to her calves and a button up lace top under a charcoal vest that she'd purchased the day before for just that night.

The disaster started the moment Raina opened the door and realized that date wasn't just between the two of us. He hadn't even planned on taking her anywhere. The handsome faun at his side was a clear indication of that. He'd also been pretty surprised when she asked where they were going. Apparently nailing a mermaid was on his list of things to do. She knew she should have just turned around them but it would really be a waste of an outfit. Besides, dumb as a box of rocks or not, the satyr was still totally hot. She sent the faun on his way and once alone with her date, he took her to the pool.

Yes. The pool.

It wouldn't have been that bad if he didn't end up having a group of nymphs all over him. He ended up making it an early night and taking the girls back to his room. The whole thing was a mess. That was another species that Raina decided she would cross off her list the moment she got back to her room. It was almost as bad as the time she dated a demon who'd spent the first ten minutes of the date licking her face, trying to figure out the exact purpose of a half fish. She'd quickly corrected him. Merfolk weren't fish. Not exactly. Sometimes she felt like the supernatural Bridget Jones, which was strange enough to think let alone to be.

At first she was going to head back to her room and sulk the remains of her date night, but instead decided to get out for a little while. He wanted to go to the pool, she wanted something a little more fresh. Even though it was small, she found herself at Dorrs Pond. Compared to the entire ocean, this was a kiddie pool, but the escape into her home was needed more than she could even put into words. As she stood on the edge of the shore, she looked out at the water and wondered for a moment how someone such as herself seemed to attract the most unfortunate dates. Still able to hear her mother's voice in her head, nagging that School isn't a place for romance. Get your education, then worry about boys, Raina wondered how much truth there was to it. It wasn't like she wouldn't be able to find someone to love once she finished school. Who wouldn't want to be with her? She was pretty, intelligent, clever, beautiful, modest, funny, independent, gorgeous..

Maybe, with all of her wonderful attributes, this would just be her burden.. the unfortunate ability to attract all the wrong guys. Everyone had to have a burden to bear. This may as well be hers.

To wash away the stink of a night, Raina leaned down and stepped out of her shoes, dropping them behind a rock by the shoreline. She listens to the sound of the gentle water lapping up the land towards her, like a friendly hand extended out towards her, urging her back into the body of water. It was calling her back home. Much as she loved living on land, nothing felt as comfortable as being back in the salty seas. She looked around the tree-lined shore before stripping out of her jeans, followed slowly by her vest and then, after unbuttoning it, the lace top. She actually smirked as she had the thought that technically a mermaid can never skinny dip. You strip away your clothes, dip into the water and once your legs are covered, you've gone half scales.

Amused at herself, Raina walked down to the water's edge and started to walk in. The was the feeling of tingles along her skin, like when you're close to electricity. When she was up to her knees, she just took a dive into the pond. Her legs merged into one strong, and beautifully colored, turquoise tail. Instantly the evening had gotten a lot better. All thoughts cleared from her head as she went swimming through the water, slicing through like a hot knife into soft butter. She spent almost two hours just swimming and talking to the fish that occupied the pond, including a rather snarky Eastern Chain Pickerel that knew some of the best jokes she's heard in a long time. By the time she was heading towards land again, the sun had gotten close to setting. Instead of leaving just yet, she found a nice rock to perch herself on. She pulled her hair over her shoulder and started to wring the water out as the tip of her fin remained in the water.

She let out a comfortable sigh and watched the sun move below the horizon.

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poeticmisery
2010-07-08 06:46 am UTC (link)

He could feel her staring at his muscled back, and glanced to the side, where his shirt was still against the rocks. He wished that he had slid it on while she was dressing, but it had not been something that he had thought of, and now she had his back to stare at, which he could feel her breath upon, even in this moment. He closed his eyes and forced himself not to tense, or give any sign at the fact that she was, indeed, somewhat alluring to him. It was a part of his nature, something that he had once given into, in the recklessness of his youth when he had been young and stupid and thought that he had known everything. Thankfully at that point Balthazar had taught him restraint when it came to feeding, or like many unknowing dhampirs he might have made himself a blood addict there without really even realizing it.

As she pushed the duster over his muscled back he shivered a little, and then felt her drag her fingertips around the firm muscles in his arms as she came around to look at him questioningly. And then came a question that he did not expect from her. It was something that had been asked of him once long ago, when he had been in chains, before he'd had the blood forced upon him. Whether or not he thirsted for it. A question that he'd refused to answer. The refusal in itself was enough of an answer, but that one event had changed his life forever. It had stripped him of his ability not to want it, not to desire it, not to, for all that was well and good, LONG for it sometimes, despite how much he tried to hold back the craving for it.

"Dhampir that feed outside of their bond will hunger for human blood." Desmond said softly, without really answering whether it had happened to him.

But then came her next question. He could smell her blood, and the look that was filling his eyes betrayed the fact that he could smell her blood. Not only could he smell it, but he could hear it, if he listened to it, pumping through her chest. And he could smell the fact that she had her virginity as well, something that the darkness inside of him longed to rid her of. He slowly took a step towards her as his breathing increased slightly, his hand coming up to touch her face slowly as he took in her scent and started to get drunk off of it. Still, he only touched her with the softest touch, so sweet, like that of a lovers. She had said that he could break her heart, and those touches betrayed that he could easily fulfill her fantasies as well.

"Yes... I can smell it..." Desmond croaked softly.

When she asked if he wanted it, he let out a groan. Whether she meant it as an offer or not, it was a dangerous thing to say to a dhampir who knew the taste of human blood, almost as much as it would have been to say it to a full vampire. His breathing started to increase a little more as she asked him that question, and he slowly drew in a shakey breath before replying in a heated whisper. "Yes. You have no idea how much." he said as his hand moved from her cheek down to her neck to press against her collar bone, fingertips slipping ever so slightly into the side of her neckline. It would be so easy to force his hand inside of there, to touch her, to make her his own... it was something that Desmond would have blushed to admit aloud, but... sex did take the edge off when it came to his... craving for blood.

But then he was pulling back, growling a little as walked over to where his shirt was, his jacket falling into the grass as he was walking briskly towards his shirt, and he slipped it on wordlessly. It was cold, but that bite gave him some clarity. "Vampires, when they capture a dhampir, if they know of it, will force blood down their throat... to give them the hunger for blood. So that dhampirs will be forced to live with their cravings as well. It is a... violation." Desmond said, though the way he said it made it clear that it was more akin to rape.

He looked down at that point, and then turned, and started to grab his jacket. "I should go... this was a mistake." Desmond said softly. It didn't take a genius to realize that Desmond had been violated like that in his past.

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raina_maris
2010-07-08 08:56 pm UTC (link)

There was a single moment when he looked into her eyes and everything felt like it tightened. Her cheeks reddened, she was sure, and it became a little harder to breathe. She let herself gaze into his crystal eyes and so many things happened at once that it was difficult to tell one thing from the next. She could envision everything though, almost literally feeling his strong hands pressed against her bare back as he pulls her chest against his. A wave of heat rolled quickly across her flesh and she watched what happened in her thoughts. She hung her head back, hair flowing down her spine. She trusted him to kiss the line of her arched neck, her arms wrapped around his.

Her body would be covered in sweat as the hand he hooked at the small of her back swung her sideways so he could lay her against silk sheets. She would drag manicured nails along his muscular back and kiss him. He could control every part of her body but no because of what he was, but who. Her heart raced but she couldn't be sure if it was just in her dreams, or if the sensation was real. She rose against his chest, drawing fingers down his muscled arms that were so strong that they could hold her in safety just as easily in seduction.

The heat still coursed through her veins when she would finally lay still beside his body, sweat cooling on her flesh and his fingers running lazily over her cheek, just as she could feel it now.

It felt as though those moments had actually occurred. She was breathless and full of a desire that she hadn't had before. Raina remained still as he admitted to wanting her blood. It took a moment to realize that based on his story and his desire for human blood, he had been put in that position before. She couldn't imagine the agony it must have caused, and the pain he had to live with. She wondered if he had learned how to block out the scent of blood from the people around him, or did he always smell it. Was he able to block out the beating, or was it always there like a drum in his ears, reminding him of what he could do and how easy it would be to give in and alleviate that hunger?

"Desmond.." She spoke his name like a broken prayer as she moved her hand up. But her fingertips just barely brushed his hand when he stepped away and went to his shirt that he pulled on silently. She didn't move towards him, at first, but neither did she move away. When he expressed his intention to leave, it was like a spring was put in her boots that had her jumping to move towards him without her fully realizing she'd taken that first step by the time she was close to him. "Don't say that. Please."

Raina stopped only a few feet away from him. Despite the feelings she had when he was so close to her, it was only her immature fear that kept her from feeling it when he was farther from her. Was it possible that the allure he carried, that pulled her close, wasn't based on him being a dhampir? Before she'd even known, before they were so close, she'd been interested in him. He wasn't the same as others that she had met. He had awakened her mind, and that wasn't something you came across every day. At least she hadn't.

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raina_maris
2010-07-08 08:57 pm UTC (link)

"I met a vampire once." She said, hoping that it would keep him from leaving so quickly. "At least once that I know of. He'd seemed kind in the beginning, though I guess I can sometimes be a little blind to what's in front of me, sometimes seeing what I want to see instead of what is actually there." Like with the satyr that evening. Turning slowly, she bent only a handful of inches to push the leg of her boot down once it was unzipped. Then she ran her fingers along the scar that rest on her slender calf. She stood and let her arms cross over her chest, almost to force herself to stand strong despite the aching memories. "He was distracted and I got away, but who knows what could have happened."

She looked up at him, tucking a piece of her hair behind her ear. "Since then I guess I've just been.. afraid." Afraid would have been an understatement if he could see inside of her. She always feared that Philip would come back for her, finish what he had started. It was a fear she'd never spoken to anyone about. She bit her bottom lip and turned her body back to him, slowly taking a few steps to close the distance between the two. "But you're not going to hurt me, are you." It wasn't a question, it was more a statement. "We've been alone all this time. If you wanted to, if you chose to, you already would have." That may not have been entirely true. She supposed it was possible that anyone could succumb to their cravings at any time.

But even with Desmond not looking at her, she felt like she could trust him. Of course she wanted to approach that with caution. Like most merfolk, they tended to be guarded when it came to their hearts. Not just in love, but in companion ships. It was why most merfolk will only come on shore to find a human mate. Her parents were a special pair who decided to stay together for life. Raina was also peculiar for choosing to believe in a romantic type of love and seeking out a soul mate instead of simply finding someone to procreate with and moving back into the ocean like many of her kind did. But Raina had always been a special mermaid. While she could act like the rest of them, there was more inside of her heart.

"You don't have to go." Her voice hitched slightly as she reached over and let her fingers touch his wrist.

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