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[Jun. 12th, 2009|09:24 pm] |
Who: Kezia, Rurik, and Kai
What: Sex and violence likely
Where: Kezia's place
When: This evening
Warnings: See the what.
He hadn't bothered to call, before showing up at her door. Worst case, she tried to cast him out. He was stronger by far, if he wanted to muscle his way in, he could. He hoped it wouldn't come to that, in any case, but now he understood the call of the blood. He understood why Kai kept coming back to him, year after year. Witches' blood was far more nourishing than regular human blood. It seemed to Rurik the difference between broth and beef.
He raised a hand to knock, though he knew she must have felt his approach. He could sense her in the room, and he closed his eyes, inhaling deep the sweet smell of her gypsy perfume. |
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[May. 2nd, 2009|10:05 pm] |
Who: Kezia Muntenau, Rurik Markov
What: Reunions, of a possibly-physical nature.
When/Where: Tonight, during the emo-sex plot/A less-than-fancy suite in Las Vegas
Warnings: Likely high.
Kezia had spent much of the last few days getting to know this new, human-filled world they had landed in. In this education, she had made herself something of a small fortune, offering helpful (if not always truthful) advice in the form of a street-walking 'gypsy psychic', her bread and butter of the last half century.
Particularly proud of her pull for the day (gilded with a diamond necklace from a woman who couldn't otherwise afford her services), Kezia finally made her way back to the room Rurik had said they would be staying in; even for a nearing-two-centuries old witch, she had almost no need for sleep. Still, she didn't want to seem ungrateful to Rurik, for his help.
To that end, she picked up a nice old (apparently?) bottle of wine, a peace offering as she waltzed past the temporary wards he'd put on the door.
"Rurik? Are you here, you old bastard? I come bearing gifts," |
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