Perseus (herowithoneface) wrote in nevermore_logs, @ 2012-02-14 10:16:00 |
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Entry tags: | alcohol, conchobar mac nessa |
WHO: Alcohol & Conchobar
WHEN: Valentine's Day
WHERE: A Manhattan street/bar
WHAT: V-Day shenanigans
NOTE: Posted as a favour
There had been something missing all day, but Gin couldn't quite work out what it was. She just knew that somewhere in this city was the thing she needed.
But where? And what?
It wasn't until the evening that she felt close to finding what it was. She spotted the blond man across the street and knew that was it. She had to have this creature.
She crossed through the traffic quickly and grabbed the man by the wrist, yanking him out of the foot traffic so she could look at him properly. "Mine," she told him with a smile.
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[info]son_of_ness
2012-02-16 06:20 pm (local) (link) Track This
Conchobar was not at all familiar with the strange ideas floating around in his head. He had conquests, fits of obsession, but not this. It was disconcerting really. He'd just snapped the collar of his jacked upward as a light mist coated the air before someone pulled him from his post.
He was about to protest quite nastily just what he thought. He jerked his hand back, mouth open to say something snide when his eyes fell on a beautiful creature. Suddenly, that urge to devour her was present.
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[info]justonemore
2012-02-16 11:12 pm (local) (link) Track This
"Delicious," Gin whispered, running a finger down his his cheek. She let just a little of her music out, giving him a taste of the intoxication than ran through her blood. "What do they call you?"
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[info]son_of_ness
2012-02-16 11:33 pm (local) (link) Track This
His hands gripped her waist, devouring every bit of her with his eyes. His head was already flooded with her, so the added music just made him want more. He wetter his lips with his tongue, drawing her in close. "Conchobar mac Nessa." At that moment his old tongue came out. There was no hiding with this one. She wasn't Deirdre or Mugain. He still wanted her.
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[info]justonemore
2012-02-19 04:28 am (local) (link) Track This
"And here you are in my city, Conchobar," Gin said in the old language of his people, his name bringing it back to her. Alcohol was all encompassing and divine and for her there were no barriers: no lands, no people, no languages. "So far from your home and your time."
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[info]son_of_ness
2012-02-19 06:45 pm (local) (link) Track This
Good gods her scent was intoxicating. Her breath, her face, everything. His breath shuddered as she spoke in his own tongue. It was enough to make him ravage her then and there in public. "I've survived well enough," he rolled his tongue against the roof of his mouth, his hand pressing heavily into the curve of her back.