(Somehow I made this whole scene pgish.
It's a miracle)
The Library
[ Exits: s w ]
This grand room could not be mistaken for anything but what it is. Towers and
towers of bookshelves surround one's gaze. The books are organized into
numerous sections: brown leather, green leather, red leather, black leather...
Scattered about the flooring are heavy, dark wood desks, green cushioned chairs
tucked neatly underneath. Volumes are spread amongst some of the desks, the
opened ones plagued with pages of yellow and age.
Sarias nestles herself into the comfort of a green cushioned chair. Her raven hair is sprawled wildly over the seat’s cushion. Her green eyes are partially closed as a book is propped up against her chest. Of course she was pretending to read while she was waiting for the guest of honor. Supposedly they had a meeting that she had to attend to, and didn’t want the help to become antsy with her presence. So she was reading to make it seem like she was busy. Throwing a sharp glance towards the library door, she purses her lips and runs her tongue across her lips. This was going to be fun or maybe that was just her overly hyped up hormones speaking?
Darvus opened the door silently, stepping in. He wore a long tan coat, unbuttoned to show the faded jeans and boots that he wore, as well as the machete on his left hip. His chest was bare, showing multiple scars, and a couple of bruises. His right hand fiddled with a small piece of wire idly, his tail flicking behind him. "Hello, fair one." His red eyes flashed a bit as he turned to look at her.
Sarias tosses the book aside and gives the disturber of her peace a good once over. Raising an eyebrow in almost a look of disdain at his attire, she rose up from her nestled position and moved over to the boy. Here she was in a revealing camisole and he had dressed like that. Go figure. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she slowly began to nip at his ear with her teeth while she growled, “Why are you wearing that? Expecting someone to kill you in a simple library?”
Darvus shook his head. "Sorry, fair one. I do not have any nice clothes, because I do not indulge in anything to make me appear nicer. I am who I am." He smiled, kissing her lightly. "It is good to see you again."
Sarias scrunched up the bridge of her nose with one simple frown. “If it is money you need then I will give you some. I can’t have a guest of mine bringing machetes in for fear of their lives.” She eyed his hip wondering of all the ways she could take that stupid thing from him. Men and their darn toys, she would never understand the concept. Sarias runs a hand down the length of his leather coat and places her finger on the sharp tip of the machete. She grinned at him with a devilish expression. “What do you plan to do with this, Sir?”
Darvus frowned a bit. "It is a temporary replacement. I seem to have misplaced my dagger." He shrugged, gently putting a hand on her waist. "How have you been? Have you talked to the demon since we discussed him?" His eyes narrowed. "And a better question. Your mate still doesn't suspect anything, right?"
Sarias flicks her green eyes towards the ceiling and grinned in thought. Oh, so he was paranoid now? Threading her fingers through the collar of his coat, she stared quite emptily at him while responding, “You would be dead now if he suspected anything, so I don’t know why you are worrying, Darvus.” She swept a soft kiss across his cheek but growled once more turning away from the man. “As for the demon, if you want to call him that, I have spoken to him a few times.... but I do not know why you’re bringing up his name? Have a crush on him now?”
Darvus smiled a bit, eyes narrowing. "Good... And I bring him up because I myself have talked to him a couple of times as well." He smirked. "He is exactly who I thought." He kissed her neck. "So, what shall we do today, fair one?"
Sarias turns around only slightly to reach her hand out and grip his wrist. Her green eyes were narrowed into almost angry slits, but she tried to hide the fact that she was annoyed. She didn’t know what that vampire was trying to do, but Darvus was hers and hers only. She couldn’t have the likes of him talking to her almost innocent Darvus. Sarias guides him over to one of the green chairs, knowing quite well that she would defile their prettiness with whatever dirt the boy had managed to track in with his clothes. “So what did you two talk about? Since you seem to be getting mightily friendly with him.”
Darvus's eyes narrowed a bit and he gently pulled from her grasp. "Do not worry; we did not discuss what you and I do. I wouldn't think of telling someone who might tell your mate and get us both in trouble. I simply verified that he was the right person." He shook his head. "You should give me more credit, Sarias."
Sarias gestures towards the chair and pulls her lips into almost a false smile. She was still not pleased that he managed to meet that bloody vampire, but she wasn’t about to let Darvus think that any mention of Once annoy her. She was not going let him be her weakness. Intertwining her fingers with his own, she places a kiss on his hand before replying. “Oh I give you plenty of credit, it’s that person that you’re talking to that I do not trust that much. What did he say to you?”
Darvus smiled lightly, tail flicking around his waist. "He just mentioned a couple of things about you that I already know. What they are is not important." He gently kissed her. "Tell me... Why did you decide to do something like that with something that is essentially a horse? It seems that would be rather..." He narrowed his eyes. "Rather awkward."
Sarias lightly pushes him towards the arm of the chair, till they were leaning against it, and smirks in an amused manner. Her green eyes have a very wicked gleam to them just thinking about the awkwardness he was trying to explain. “I guess I hadn’t thought of the picture that might produce. While he is a centaur, it wasn’t really that hard for him to ruse me into conceiving a child with him. At the heat of the moment, I rarely gave the act any thought.” She turns her eyes toward the ground and furrows her curved eyebrows. Her whole aura was exuding coldness at the whole remembrance of the act. “Are you condemning me for my ways now? I mean if you are.... I think it is as equally awkward since you’re a martian.”
Darvus frowned. "I would never condemn you, fair one. I couldn't, even if I wanted to." He ran the back of his hand along her cheek gently. "But there is quite a difference between a vampiric centaur and a Martian. A difference not only in size but also how things are done." He pulled her onto his lap lightly. "But if it bothers you, we can discuss something different." His eyes narrowed. "Just name a topic."
Sarias blushes a pale shade of pink but she seemed to like the position she was in. Her face seems to beam with pleasure as she rests against him. “Let’s discuss your opinion of this vampire that you met. I don’t mean to seem like I’m prying but I just want to make sure he is behaving. I only have known him for a short while, but there is no telling what kind of drama he wants to unfold.” She encompasses him with her embrace, hoping that her frequent physical contact would make him want to open up.
Darvus smiled, holding her gently. "I find him rather... eccentric, I suppose is the word. He certainly seems to have been a true centaur before he was turned into a vampire. Arrogant, cocky... But somehow perfectly honest and loyal. A good friend to have." He smiled. "And he didn't seem out to make trouble when I talked to him, all though I didn't mention just what my interest in you is. If I had, it might have gone differently." He shrugged.
Sarias places her lips to the curve of his neck and begins to kiss him softly. “Eccentric? How so?” Her lips drink in the heat radiating from the martian’s body, which seems quite odd for her to think of. She didn’t know that martian’s were warm, or were they? That was a question she would have to consult with the librarian later. Her eyebrow raised slightly and she traced a finger down his cheek. “So are you going to be friends with him?”
Darvus tilted his head lightly, smiling. "I just find him odd... The same way you find me odd." He shrugged. "Possibly because I've never had very many dealings with vampires before." He shrugged. "As for being friends with him... I have no friends. An acquaintance, possibly. A confidant... I highly doubt that." He gently rubbed her back, tail twitching slightly.
Sarias rubs her pale finger across his lips and then replaces them with a passionate kiss. She seemed almost relieved that the boy wasn’t going to becomes friends with the dreaded vampire. She wouldn’t trust that man within an inch of her life. “You have no friends? Then what do you consider me? Or am I just a clan leader to you?” She grinned a wide toothy grin and ran a hand along his back pulling him deeper into their kiss. She was going to kill him if he didn’t consider them friends by now.
Darvus blushed at her kiss, eyes narrowing. "Of course I consider us friends. But you are also my mistress. It's a different level, so to speak." He smiled. "It's better." He gently ran a hand down her side, leaning back into the chair, pulling her with him and breaking the kiss. "For you, I would go to the ends of the Earth, and further."
Sarias buries her head into his chest and smiles happily to herself. She could definitely see this going forward even more but she didn’t want the help to bust them in the act. So instead, she gets up from her seat and smirks seductively at the boy while saying, “Let’s test out that theory.” And drags Darvus off to another, more private bedroom.