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 Posted: Tue Oct 27, 2009 10:48 am
"The more we are filled with thoughts of
the less thoughts we find of true romance" The woman before Nicholas was definitely one of the most stunning he had met before. Her dark, sleek hair framed her pale face, and her outfit complimented her elegant body. He couldn't keep track of them all, however. Every girl he met didn't leave strong impressions on him, and he had lost interest in past experiences; he only wanted to enjoy the pleasures now.
"Hey, Ire!", Nicholas burst out, slipping his arms around her waist as he pulled her body close to his in a hug. Resisting the urge to explore her body now as he stood, he held on for a little longer than acceptable before slowly pulling away. His hands lingered on the delicate fabric of her dress as he stood back, relaxing his hands and dropping them back to his side.
"So, I know about this great place...", he began, explaining his ideas for the day. First, a meal at a piano bar he had come across by chance. Then, to relieve the sophisticated atmosphere of the bar, he would take her for ice cream and a visit to the aquarium.
"Sounds like fun, right?", Nicholas finished, giving Ire one of his best smiles as he took her hand in his own. His fingers interlocked with hers, making a tight but comfortable grip.
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Posted: Wed Oct 28, 2009 6:22 am
Ire hugged Nicholas back tightly, then followed along as he took her hand and began walking. "Yeah, its sounds like a lot of fun." She said with fake enthusiasm. She couldn't help being excited for the aquarium. Who didn't like the Parana exhibit? She followed along, pretending to be happy and care free, but in the back of her mind she was planning on how to end this man's life. He was definitely attractive, so she didn't want to hurt his face. Ire was curious as to what his expression would be when in pain. The thought made her blush deeply, and she had to turn from Nicholas, who had been looking over at her at the time.
When they reached the large building, Ire wasn't sure what to expect. It was modern and kind of fancy, and she was sure this was going to be a god awful experience. All in the name of pain... She thought to herself, sighing as the man yanked her towards the huge, black doors.
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Posted: Fri Oct 30, 2009 8:12 am
"The more we are filled with thoughts of
the less thoughts we find of true romance" Nicholas pulled open the heavy doors in a smooth pull, leading Ire inside before him. The bar was a place where people would laze away the day with a strong drink and a smooth melody washing over them. The lights were bright enough to see their own drinks, but dim enough to remain anonymous. The only truly bright light lay over the piano, where a woman dressed in an elegant dress played her expressions. He took his time looking for a table to be seated at. Close enough to feel the resonance of the piano, but still be able to talk with Ire. The seats were easy to find, even under the flat lighting.
"So, what do you think of this place?", he asked Ire, acting proudly as if he owned the place. He had only recently discovered that the establishment existed, but he was already beginning to take a liking to it. Even though it was only mid day, Nicholas already had his mind set on some bourbon whisky on the rocks; the day always went better with a few glasses.
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Posted: Fri Oct 30, 2009 7:57 pm
Ire smiled like a maniquin at Nicholas, letting him see her enjoyment of the place. She didn't really care about the music, the food or drinks, but the dark appealed to her most. She cavorted around in the dark towards the table, smiling a real smile at the man for the first time. The only reason she was even in this mess was to get him alone. Then she could have her way, and see him scream. The thoughts once again made Ire blush deeply, and she sat with Nicholas at one of the nicest tables. He ordered some hard liquor, so she figured why not. She ordered some coke and rum, and a small sandwich. She would need a little bit of energy if her plans were gonna work out. Ire sat back and listened to the sound of the tinkling piano, and sipped at her drink while the rush of ideas for the mans death traveled through her head.
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Posted: Tue Nov 10, 2009 8:55 am
"The more we are filled with thoughts of
the less thoughts we find of true romance" Nicholas swirled his glass once it was given to him, listening to the ice cubes tinkle and dance through the amber sea. Raising it to his lips, he drained around half the glass until he couldn't take the burning in his throat. Stifling his coughs, Nicholas let the glass lazily swirl in his hand. He didn't feel like eating just yet; perhaps when he had a few drinks first. The fact that Ire was also drinking some liquor brought a devious smirk across his well formed lips. He had a feeling that tonight would be a good night.
"So how have you been since last time we met up?", he asked her, taking a more casual position in his seat. He disregarded his last thoughts, in case he made them too obvious unconsciously. One slip of his tongue and he could ruin everything. "I've been doing well for myself, I guess. I've sent out a few demo tapes to some big recording companies, and so far they've been lovin' it", Nicholas explained, almost bragging about the fake alias he had created. He had many; most women were attracted to fame, money and confidence. "Someday, you know...". Finishing what was left of his whisky, Nicholas waved his hand for another glass.
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Posted: Tue Nov 10, 2009 6:51 pm
Ire smiled at the man, rich and warm. She took a deep drink of her own liquor, the heat settling in her chest. She noticed the way Nicholas looked at her, and she had a feeling he had the same idea she did. The night was going to get interesting. Her hands traced the rim of the glass as she allowed an amused look dance across her face. Pretending to listen intently, Ire thought of the many ways to kill the man. And which would be the most terrifying for him and the most fun for her. At his words about the record deal, Ire giggled. "You know, I'm a pretty good singer...Though I'm also pretty conceited." She said with a grin, downing the rest of her amber drink. The music on the piano played loudly, and it was a soft and sad slow song. Ire wanted to play it up with the kid, so she decided to do something. Standing, she turned towards Nicholas offered him her hand. "Wanna dance with me?" She asked silkily, like a spider awaiting to moment to pounce on her squirming meal.
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Posted: Mon Nov 16, 2009 12:45 pm
"The more we are filled with thoughts of
the less thoughts we find of true romance" If you intended to get with a girl, you had to take the bitter with the sweet. The phrase ran through Lust's mind as his considered the hand in front of him. Why of all people was Ire impressed by something as mundane as dancing? There were many different ways to enjoy the movement of another body. Many, more satisfying ways. But none the less, Nicholas swallowed his pride and took the bait. Taking Ire's hand in his own, he gave her a weak smile as he rose from his seat, leading her out into a more open space and closer to the centre stage. Fortunately, most of the people here were just drunks trying to laze away the harsh morning sunlight; only a few heads turned to see what the couple were doing.
"Do you dance often?", Nicholas could only ask, taking a more formal manner as he adjusted his grip in Ire's hand. Closer to the piano, the vibrations of the keys resonated through the air as the women behind them played a slow song. She took a subtle glance through her dark hair from the sheet music in front of her to the pair close by her, but she seemed unimpressed.
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Posted: Mon Nov 16, 2009 3:35 pm
Ire nodded yes at Nicholas's question, rather glad to be moving. Sitting in one place for too long often caused her to twitch and figit. A bad habit she found when she fought the urge to stab someone. Letting the man lead, she noticed how starved he looked. If not for food than for...She mentally slapped herself. He didn't want dinner, he wanted dessert. Giggling, Ire deliberately moved her body closer to his, the heat between them would hardly go unnoticed. She made sure to press her breasts against his chest, letting them slid against him innocently as the pair danced across the room. She seductively let one of her small arms drape around the nape of the man's neck, her fingertips gentle brushing his earlobe. She may have been the incarnate of Wrath, but it didn't mean she wasn't able to feel pleasure, or to give it. They danced around for a while, and Ire actually rather enjoyed the movement of their bodies. When the song was finished, she followed the man back towards their table, wondering what he was thinking about.
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