Ikon (ikonophile) wrote in tiberiusswann, @ 2011-12-28 21:04:00 |
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Entry tags: | ikon, lupe |
Wednesday - March 11th, 2009
Who: Ikon and Lupe
When: Afternoon
Where: Dance Studio
What: A chance encounter
Although he had told Blake that he thought it was best he not have a job right now, Ikon was having a hard time being idle. So he had arranged a meeting with the new director to discuss his former employment, his skills, and the possibility of a new position in the school. There was no definite answer just yet, but it was in the works, and he had learned something he didn't know during the meeting; there was now a succubus at the school.
Although and incubus and succubus getting together was rarely a good idea, especially when one of them was in a relationship that they'd considered trying to remain faithful to, he needed to see this woman for the sake of his sisters, especially Lilja. He had no idea what all she had learned from their mother and she wasn't willing to open up to him but perhaps a woman, a succubus at that, could make some headway with her and possibly help to undo what their mother had done. It was worth the risk for the sake of his sister. So he headed to the place where he'd been told he could find her, the dance studio.
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Lupe had spent quite a bit of time recently in the dance studio. It was a place she could go that was warm, comfortable and felt more like home to her. A studio was a studio so long as there were mirrors, a bar and a floor. Granted, the one here was much nicer than the one back in Colombia.
She had the music up quite loud, making it so the beat thrummed through the air, pulsing through her body and driving the moves. She was in a sultry mood, a hungry one and had decided that she needed to go hunting later to feed. What better way to warm the blood than to practice a muy sexy dance? Lupe paid little heed to the door opening, the draft only making her skin tingle with awareness as she gyrated.
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Ikon knew he'd gone to the right place well before he opened the door. For one, there was the music. And for two, there was a sort of keen awareness that came with being so near to the female half of his demonic breed. Humans didn't really have that, at least he didn't think they did. But demons, especially their kind of demon, had a way of sensing one another. He'd almost forgotten that feeling until his trip back to Iceland but he certainly remembered it now. And it put him on edge, a bit, mostly because it reminded him of his mother. But this demoness certainly was not his mother.
Hanging nearby the door, he didn't interrupt her, instead simply leaning against the frame, crossing his arms over his chest and watching her. She had nice moves, nice for and musculature. He recognized the look though, something about the vibe. She was hungry and planning on a hunt later. Perhaps he had come here at a bad time.
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Lupe was in the middle of bending backwards, when she sensed the demon. Turning her head, she got a look at him upside down. It wasn't the most flattering view. Clenching her abs, she pulled herself upright and glided to the remote by the window, shutting off the music. He was one of her kind. She hadn't met many, but she could recognize the feel emanating from him. "Hola, senor," she breathed, slightly heavy from the workout.
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And in the very instant he had considered turning to leave and simply come back some other time, she had finally caught on to the feel of him there and had turned to look at him. Oh well. What was done was done. He may as well talk to her now that he was here.
As Lupe moved to turn off the music, Ikon took a few steps more into the place, glancing around with hands now tucked into his pockets, surveying the room. He'd never been in here before, not that he particularly had much reason so. "Buenas tardes, señorita," he replied. "Sorry to have interrupted."
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Lupe leaned back against the bar, stretching her legs in front of her so that they didn't cramp up. "No apology," she rolled her eyes, waving it away. "I have been here too long." Hearing the title, she let it go. She was technically señora, but there was no point in correcting it when her marriage was for convenience.
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"Looks like it's time well spent," Iokeim said in a soft, smooth voice. It wasn't intentional. He wasn't trying to come off that way. It just sort of happened involuntarily. He brushed it off and moved forward in the conversation. "My name is Iokeim. I used to be a professor here, may still be one again soon, but I've been away for a bit, just found out there was a succubus here now."
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Arching a brow at the smooth tone, she smirked. He'd be fun to hunt with, though she'd never had a partner to do so. Pushing off the bar, she walked closer, hips rocking from side to side as she moved. Like him, it wasn't intentional, but she was getting into the mindset she needed for later. "Yo soy Lupe Domínguez." She held out her hand for the traditional American handshake. "If you are interested in succubus, then you are incubus, si?"
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It was purely instinct. That's what he reminded himself of. And it wasn't as though Rocky didn't understand. He was what he was and he couldn't change that. He couldn't change his genetic makeup or genetic... needs. But she loved him in spite of that, right? He took the offered hand and gave it a firm shake before retracting his own, trying to keep contact minimal. "That I am. One of two here, I do believe. The music teacher is another."
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"Mmm. I have not met him yet," she responded to that. Lupe gave him a better glance, now that she could see him right side up. This was most certainly a better view. "How can I help you, Iokeim?"
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It was the eyes. That was what most people noticed first about Ikon and what got most women into his bed without even having to use his ability to do so otherwise. He smiled as she regarded him, knowing that she had taken notice. "Call me Ikon. Most people do." He was tempted to tease her, ask her why she thought he'd come for a reason, but for the sake of potentially helping out his sister, he got to the point. "I have six younger siblings in my care. Three boys and three girls. I came here to see if you could possibly be of help with them. The one girl, Lilja, is about to reach maturity and I'm afraid I won't be enough help to her."
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Hearing the reason, Lupe dropped the persona into one of strictly business, though a caring one. "Lilja? Has she no one to help her?" She spoke slowly, trying to make sure her English was right before saying it. This would not be the right time to accidentally use the wrong word.
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"Only myself." Ikon paused before he added, "Our mother was a very... twisted woman. I took them from her, but I have no idea what she's already taught her." Of course even if Lupe was willing to help, there was an obvious issue there as well. Lilja barely spoke any English and it was certainly not Lupe's native tongue.
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"I will help. However I can. Does she speak English or Spanish?" Lupe knew it was a long shot, but speaking the same language would make things much easier. Of course, her mind was already working out other ways to instruct without that foundation.
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"Finnish," he laughed a little because he knew how impossible that sounded. "She can speak a bit of English. I've been working with her, but.... It's slow going, especially since she doesn't seem to want to.. speak with me much." Lilja was upset that they were here, that he had taken them all from their home. She didn't really understand why.
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Okay, that wasn't helpful. "Maybe we could ask witch about tran...truns..." She paused, shaking her head. "Maldita. Traductor. ¿Cómo se dice en Inglés?" After a moment, she thought of a different way to say it. "Witch make charm to understand each other. Is possible, si?"
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Ikon had no idea what she was trying to get at. What did a witch have to do with anything? Of course when she finally figured out a way to say it, it made perfect sense. "Translator! Yeah, actually, that could..." And then he thought of Blake. "I know a witch. I could talk to him about it, see if it would be possible."
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"Si?" Lupe smiled. "Bueno. Translator would help. She would not need to speak Spanish and I would not speak Finnish. I can teach." She rocked back on her heels, happy for having had a good idea.
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He was actualy a bit shocked he'd not come up with that idea sooner. Well, not him in particular, but Blake. Ikon spoke Finnish. He was fine to communicate with the children, but the other man had a time with it. It was getting easier though. Blake was picking up on more and more Finnish and the children were getting better with their English as well but for the sake of this, it would be a good idea to have something a bit more failproof. "Thank you. I mean I know it's your job, with the students anyway, but I appreciate it. I don't.. want them to not know the things they need to know just because I took them away from home."
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"Do not thank me. I would do this for anyone who needs help. I am demoness, not heartless." As one of her kind, Lupe trusted Ikon to know the difference, even though other may not. "When can I meet her?"
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He did know the difference, but demons like his mother gave them all a bad name. Just because they were creatures born of hell and they thrived on sex to live didn't mean they all had to be amoral pieces of shit. And most of them weren't. But a lot of people would probably assume otherwise. "When would you like to?"
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Lupe paused, thinking through the question. "Tomorrow? I need to feed tonight, and I do not think you want her to see that yet, si?" She took a step back, giving herself more space as her stomach clenched in hunger. Lupe was young in demon years, but she learned control early on.
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Ikon scoffed a bit at the question. "There's a good chance she already has. But in the off chance that she hasn't," he shook his head. "No. I think she may be a bit young still." He regarded her for a moment before he remarked, "You're quite famished. Sure you can wait until tonight?" Granted, he was sure he'd gone longer than she had, but maybe he wanted to tease her about it just a little while he was here.
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"How old is she?" Lupe had been left on her own at thirteen to fend for herself, and she thought she had done quite well considering. At the question, she frowned, pursing her lips in annoyance and dropping her hand from where she'd been rubbing her stomach. "I'll manage. Unless you want to hunt with me?"
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"She's thirteen." Ikon of course had no idea how well that matched up with Lupe's own life story. But that annoyed look she got on her face made him smirk just a bit. "I'd love to." He allowed a pause to hang in the air for a moment before he added, "But I'm on a diet right now."
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Lupe started to smile in antcipation, which turned into a sigh of disappointment. A diet? Frowning, she looked at him trying to puzzle it out. Oh! He must mean he has a lover. "A single person can support you for only so long before they wear out. You know this."
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"I'm aware," he replied in a soft but simple voice. She was right. Of course she was. And he knew it. And yet, "I just want to enjoy it for a while." And by it, he meant feeling normal, having a normal, functional relationship. It was difficult being what he was and maintaining that though he knew he had no real choice in the matter.
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"Then enjoy it," Lupe encouraged him. "But do not let it go too long before you hurt yourself or your friend." She knew all about that, having found out the hard way. It wasn't possible to have a boyfriend at fifteen and feed without there being problems one way or the other.
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"She's perfectly aware of what I am and how things will have to be." Ikon had made that clear before they had ever gotten seriously involved. And she was okay with it, or so she seemed to be. But they didn't talk about it. She didn't ask. He didn't tell. Perhaps that was the way that it had to be.
"I can give you my phone number. You can call me tomorrow when you're free and we'll figure out a place to meet."
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Lupe nodded, moving to her belongings and grabbing her cellphone. She nearly passed it to him so that he could input himself, but then realized that it was programmed in Spanish. Waking the phone, she frowned trying to spell his name. "Su nombre...how do you spell it, por favor?"
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"Nombre?" Ikon asked, not understanding what she meant at first then it struck him what she was asking for. "Oh! Uhm... You can just put my nickname in there. It's I-K-O-N." He waited until she had gotten that part in and then gave her the number as well. Now he just had to let Lilja know what was going on and hopefully get her buy in into the whole thing.
"Thanks again," he said and smiled. "I really, really appreciate this. If there's ever anything I can do..." He smirked a little, perhaps leaving that open-ended on purpose. "See you around."
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Smiling, Lupe typed in the numbers. Those at least she did not have to mentally translate like everything else. It'd gotten to be habit now, from the practice with Kennedy. Locking her phone, she tucked it into the front of her waistband, smiling at Ikon. "Si, I will let you know."