Danica Talos (danica_talos) wrote in parabolical, @ 2008-09-05 23:47:00 |
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Entry tags: | danica talos, lilith sahl, ryan anderson |
WHO: Danica Talos and Ryan Anderson (open to Lilith Sahl)
WHAT: Rescue! Not really Danica's style, but only SHE gets to play with her toy!
WHERE: The Days Inn
WHEN: After this post
RATING/STATUS: R for language and descriptions; in progress
Danica was ticked off.
To be fair, she fumed, as she sped towards the hotel, she spent a large amount of her time ticked off. Usually, it was at other people. Check that; it was always at other people. Right now was no different; just that she was slightly ticked that she'd let him out of her sight so long. She'd been so absorbed with Lord Valek...and now, someone else was messing with her things.
Oh, she hadn't really spent much time cultivating Ryan. He was easy to handle, slavishly devoted to her, and she rewarded that by not turning him into a complete zombie just yet. After all, he had a job and he remained useful. She'd even intended to getting around to teaching him a few tricks if she wanted to bed him in the future, but again....she had other things on her mind. And in my bed.
But, fuck it all, she had a soft spot for the little bastard. King would never understand it; he never saw past the imprisonment. If only he'd submitted like he should have, she could have been such a lenient mistress. But he chose to fight. Well, Ryan appreciated her.
She circled the building with tires squealing, ignoring the hapless human pedestrians who darted out of the way. She didn't give a flying fuck if they died on her windshield, except that it would be harder to see. Luckily, she spotted the window on the first pass. Whoever did that was certainly strong; those windows were industrial strength pieces of work.
Yet to her it mean nothing. She flew up the stairs and ripped the door off the hinges like it was made of paper. Her ears were keen, a product of her enhanced abilities, and she'd heard Ryan's faint whimpers. She wasn't aware that she was snarling epithets as she moved, dire endings for the fuckers who'd done this to her new boy.
The room was lit by the light streaming in behind her, and smelled of burnt candles, coppery blood and pheromones, but Danica ignored all that as she advanced on Ryan and swept him into her arms. He had been teetering on the edge of the bed, covered in some sort of shredded paper, but her quick movement bore them into the center of it. Cradling him, she murmured, "There, I've got you, just like I promised." This close, she could feel the strange hardness of wax along his skin, the burnt smell of flesh just below it. Hissing, she slid her hands over the wounds on his shoulders. They'd marred him, her little boy. Fuckers would pay. "Danica's here, darling."