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[P]  The Devil's Waltz

Offline Vianne Jun 8 2020, 3:21 AM
#1
  • Ballasburn
  • Age: 34
  • Gender: Female
  • Race: Eximius
  • Rank: Hearts Ambassador
  • Total Posts: 2
  • Played by: Isilzheha
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Really, you’re about to waste my time with this nonsense?

Her accented voice dragged out in emphasis, head lolling to the side until her hair fell over her shoulder and she was looking up at the draconic eximius. He began to trail off then upon seeing her pointed look, Vianne’s arms intertwined with elbows propped and her torso half on the desk like she had been laying there just moments before. She hadn’t, but she was about to with the way he kept prattling on. They didn’t want to hear it, they wanted to see some actions. The ‘they’ in question being a smaller clan in Oxenford known for their highly uptight ways. The Mondy family had plenty of resources, however, that would be considerably valuable for Vianne’s network. Her horned head straightened out, an eyebrow rising as Vianne pulled herself back with an irate lashing of her tail. Her palms dragged over the desk as she did so, the entire thing a bit gaudy and overbearing with its size but it had been gifted to her for her estate office. One could never say no to free things.

She let out a sigh, pushing herself to her feet as the chair rolled back. Bertrand shuffled back and forth on taloned feet, his own plated tail swaying from side to side. Vianne tapped her chin, scooping up her itinerary for the day that had been laid out for her. A single claw trailed down the sectioned out list as she leisurely strolled around the desk. "No," she said to herself, tip of her claw striking through one of the options, "no. Not quite." More and more were crossed from the list mentally as the eximius came to stand before Bertrand. Then she lifted her chin, a smile pulling across her lips. "Hmm…" she mused, tilting her body so Bertrand could see where she pointed now. "Invite them to the ball later. I have an idea on how to get them on our side once and for all." Her orange eyes lifted to the other eximius' face, head tilting as she eyed him. He nodded and dipped his head, agreeing with the choice even if he might not have really. Vianne laid a hand on his bicep, giving it a gentle squeeze in the same motion as she started to turn him around forcefully to push him towards the door. She had to get ready.



It didn't take long for the hours to tick by no matter how grueling they were. Quite literally they did with the grandfather clock swaying back and forth at the opposite end of the dressing room. Vianne smoothed her hands down the front of her dress, turning her body this way and that to see herself in the mirror. It was simple black lace, her Siel ever present in contrast to her light purple skin. In the bright crystalline lights it seemed to shimmer like it was embedded with millions of little diamonds, so subtle in its display. The skirt trailed down behind her, slit up the side to accentuate her legs and the laced sandals she wore with her trimmed claws. Accommodations had been made to all of her wardrobe to allow for the tail to fit comfortably. It was one of many mutations she'd endured the growth of at the hands of vile humans who wished to see her turned into a weapon. Vianne smiled at herself in the mirror, wondering for a moment what they might think of her now.

The dress dipped low between her breasts, black hair pinned up with various eloquent pins and clips that added to the flair of jewelry she wore elsewhere upon her neck and arms. It was an exciting affair. Vianne knew all walks of eximius life would attend one of many festivities she loved to put on. It was the easiest way to gather attention from those who chose to put it elsewhere, and given that it would be represented by the Speaker's Council it was just her luck that she would have all the tools necessary to make things happen tonight.

Journeying to the Hadién Ballroom nestled within the face of the mountains wasn't particularly exciting. Vianne was supposed to arrive early of course, though fashionably late would always be her modus operandi. It allowed for people to mingle and for judgment to be given amongst peers. It also allowed for those she wished to sweat out do exactly that as they awaited her arrival, Vianne holding firm to their proverbial leashes with an iron fist. Her House was one of supposed peace and yet would meddle in affairs that could so easily slip into chaos if one was not careful. Vianne enjoyed the game of it and the thrill of knowing there were several who would much like to see a knife driven into her back a few times. So she took her time, and when she finally ascended the grandiose staircases leading up to the Ballroom the feast had already begun. For some it was finished, no true formalities given for those who might wish to forego the imbibing and head straight for the wide open areas where the music would lend way to the most feverish of dances.

Vianne paid her dues to those she invited as the hostess she was intended to be, plenty eager for her focus while others simply played the part. All of it was trivial and meaningless in this interim, the horned eximius letting her gaze roam about in hopes of finding the one man she aimed to speak to first. As she made her way through the crowd along the outskirts she saw him. Unlike most every other time she'd seen the Speaker he had graciously dressed for the occasion, Vianne unable to stop the smile from forming on her painted lips. His back was turned to her, no doubt the former Courser giving in to old habits and surveying the gathering. Whether he knew of her approach or not Vianne sauntered up behind him, one hand reaching out to subtly grip his ass.

It caused him to stiffen, starting at the sudden touch that softened to a caress up the small of his back to rest there as Vianne slotted herself beside him. "My don't you just look dashing, Speaker Mikhael," she murmured, giving a pleasant smile to those who had turned their heads to look at her. Mikhael did the same, but his mismatched eyes fixated more into a glare that was felt boring into the side of her face. "I'm glad you weren't so busy that you couldn't come."
Offline Mikhael Jun 10 2020, 1:02 AM
#2
  • Ballasburn
  • Age: 42
  • Gender: Male
  • Race: Eximius
  • Rank: Speaker
  • Total Posts: 15
  • Played by: Dorian
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Invitation, in a manner of speaking, had been given through the process of an early discussion with the information of the Hadién Ballroom being used to host an event for the House of Hearts. One which held the request, for it was a matter of representation, for the Speakers’ attendance be it of their own desires or simply a statement of some support to each of the houses. Mikhael attempted to withhold the skepticism that crept into place when debating the reasonings the current ambassador would be throwing this party as some of the dealings she had become involved in could be deemed questionable. Yet there was no denial to be found upon the former Courser’s tongue for some of his actions, be they from the past or present, could be given the same title for it was all who chose to look at those acts and pass their judgment. Perhaps it was that which played a part in his decision making or the more likely of reasons being that old habits die hard and such an event of these festivities played upon a vice that the man found little denial in.

It is in acceptance that the proper preparations of a self were taken in order to get ready for the gathering. Looking upon the man it could be said that a step up from the norm of what many declared lax attire had been taken, however, when compared to the other who stood in the council it was still lacking in the elaboration of adornment. Yet there was no lie to be told should one dare say Mikhael had not dressed up for the occasion when the comparison was the cloth and leather typically found against the ex-hunter’s frame. Accessories were lacking especially if one thought to compare the man to Jeea and her love for the halo that was worn upon the back, an added piece, it drew attention. Though Mikhael found no desire for such things and despite the critical eyes that were always upon them, it was never enough to sway the former Courser from the behaviors he was set in.

The Hadién Ballroom is not too far of a distance from where the Speaker’s estate rests within the higher points of the mountain and it is just as the festivities are about to begin that the man himself arrives. There had been time allotted before it all was underway though the centerpiece to this entire thing had yet to make her appearance. It has come to be expected now, so Mikhael does what comes naturally as a body shifts towards the outskirts of the gathering rather than the center where some have already taken up dancing to the music that fills the halls. Instead the Speaker finds his comfort in instilling a line of judgment upon those who attended, a light read, upon their intentions of attendance. At least that is till the greetings of an individual put a pause to those steps, an action repeated with each address that calls for the Speaker’s attention.

A note of disinterest found beneath the initial acceptance as their words carried on towards conversation that was best spent on another’s company. Some extended an offering to partake in the feast with them or share a drink or a dance if they were feeling bold, most of which denied. Though Mikhael was prone to accepting the offering of a drink as enough knowledge was held in when to stop. It was during one of these conversations, interruptions in most cases, that another presence approaches. A new perfume rising to mix into the other scents as she closed the distance from where each of them had once stood though the woman brought with her a forwardness that had not been expected and was currently unwelcomed. Vianne, the host, had found him and her presence made known by the way she let herself start low with a handful of ass before fingers pressed down into a caress up the Speaker’s back.

Mikhael was quick to stiffen beneath the touch as a hardened stare was quick to fix against the side of the woman’s face even as a prideful state had painted itself into place. Vianne had earned more than just the Speaker’s attention with her actions as well as the words that lifted in address, ‘My don’t you just look dashing, Speaker Mikhael.’ The scowl does not leave the eximius’ face as she goes on though she is more than satisfied with the attention she has received from more than just the former hunter. As others eye’s had found her long before the Speaker’s own had for she certainly did not dress down for the occasion as a body was readily put on display. Though one had to question, was it for that alone or had some found her indulgence and apparent close familiarity with the man she now leaned to a more interesting subject. Hadién Ballroom was a place famous for starting rumors from the smallest of things no matter the way a mismatched glare remained fixed in place. ‘I’m glad you weren’t so busy that you couldn’t come.’

It was with a rather bitter amusement sliding across MIkhael’s features that he returned her greetings. “Vianne, the Lady of Hearts as well as the hour. I see you've dressed to impress, as you always do.” The action she had taken earlier mirrored as the arm nearest to the other eximius looped about her waist till fingers came to rest against her hip with a rather harsh squeeze before it was eased. “Of course I came, I am never too busy to see how this party of yours turns out.” Be it a failure or a success to whatever she was hoping to accomplish this time around. “Though I am surprised to see you here so soon,” a woman prone to showing up far later than was intended even to matters that had proven far more important than this. “Who are you trying to awe this time?” A moment of consideration taken before the more likely option found itself against his tongue, “Or rather intimidate.” For the most influential figure of the House of Hearts had sought out her present sources of power.
Offline Vianne Jul 18 2020, 3:54 PM
#3
  • Ballasburn
  • Age: 34
  • Gender: Female
  • Race: Eximius
  • Rank: Hearts Ambassador
  • Total Posts: 2
  • Played by: Isilzheha
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It was no secret that this particular Speaker was quieter, more private and secluded than the others. Not even Speaker Jeea kept to herself quite as much, and her personality was drier than the deserts of Kheim. To many this was off putting and left them without a clue as how to proceed in his presence. Vianne lived for these types of people, if only because she saw them as a challenge to be conquered. An obstruction against her personal wants that could be knocked down like all the others before it. This did not mean she was atrociously relentless in her pursuits, but it certainly helped to be in most of her endeavors. Here, however, she just wanted to have a little fun. Even that could be tricky at these dastardly parties, but Vianne didn’t mind a rumor or two about this one. Speaker Mikhael might have had other opinions about that, but it was not a relation that would hinder her own course. His body language was very telling, of course, of his general distress. Muscles tensed and his mismatched eyes hardened further, Vianne not needing to turn her head to see the look she was being given.

So signature of the grumpy exi who hardly showed much of anything outside of his own anger and irritations. He was predictable in that sense, and those who might have caught sight of it would question. Perhaps they did already with how forward the Ambassador was. She had her own set of eyes and ears about Ballasburn and was just beginning to stretch into the rest of Gil’ead, so naturally there would be eyes on her as well. For all her smiles and daring caress the Speaker took longer than usual to recover. ‘I see you've dressed to impress, as you always do,’ he said in way of greeting, Vianne’s smile broadening with a show of pointed teeth. To that she did glance towards him, orange eyes flashing. “Thank you for the compliment, Speaker. Do not strain yourself too terribly much, wouldn’t want you pulling something. The night is so young,” she returned, a bit icy but playful all the same. Her tail only flicked and her eyebrow rose when Mikhael snaked an arm around her waist, fingers curling against her hip until the pressure was felt jabbing down into the bone.

Vianne tilted her head, partially in exasperation but mostly in irritation. The hand not still resting on the Speaker fell to overlap his with a gentle touch. It was soft and brazen, but then she squeezed back with an equal amount of pressure that threatened to snap phalanges. “Careful, darling, the walls have such expansive eyes and ears. Wouldn’t want them to think we are… up to something, now would you?” was all the warning she gave, not acknowledging her own hand in the matter. It was too blatant, too overhanded, but that was the nature of the man at her side. His bitter smile was met with her still welcoming and honeyed one, even if they were faint and for show. She couldn’t help but laugh at the observation of her being on time. ‘Who are you trying to awe this time?’ Vianne eyed him, tail sweeping around to curl against one of his legs. ‘Or rather intimidate.

Suggestively she looked at him, both a telling look and one that said nothing at all. “Dance with me and perhaps I will tell you,” she countered, though it wasn’t said with much room to decline. Already she was rotating beside him, her hand still on his and pulling it up around her ducked head to avoid the horns that had mutated there. It was a small dance already, even if Mikhael stood reluctantly and stiffly. Vianne started to tug him anyways, away from the comfort of the crowds that lingered at the edges and towards the expansive ballroom floor.
Offline Mikhael Aug 1 2020, 12:24 AM
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  • Ballasburn
  • Age: 42
  • Gender: Male
  • Race: Eximius
  • Rank: Speaker
  • Total Posts: 15
  • Played by: Dorian
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Oh, how the woman jests with false concern riding upon her lips. Each word fell so easily from Vianne’s tongue as it danced behind that pointed smile she wore with an unfaltering amusement which only seemed to twist deeper as an answer came to her previous actions. For despite the way Mikhael had originally bristled and left a hardened stare to be fixed upon the woman, touch was returned in a less then brazen fashion. Each of them acting, one more so than the other, beneath the curious eyes who chose to watch the interactions the Ambassador or the Speaker chose to make. Ire still remained within those mismatched hues even as the other eximius was brought in closer as Mikhael’s arm was laced about her waist. Partially sarcastic tones lifted into place that she did not wish he strain himself before the night had a chance to grow old. It was the implications of such a statement that he chose to ignore as the man’s touch soon echoed the bitterness that remained within his expression. Harshly squeezing down till the jutting point of her hip could be found in detail beneath his fingertips.

“No need to worry about that, Ambassador.” Lyrics not quite as biting as his current touch was though he noted the hand carefully sliding against the back of his own as he continued. “I’ve no intention of exerting myself to that degree,” the words hitching slightly as the iron grasp was returned when Vianne’s own digits came to lay over his. Perhaps it was in Mikhael’s stubbornness that he does not relent beneath her shared violent contact even as the sensation of pins and needles danced along his nerves. Whatever the truth of the matter was was kept to himself as whatever game was being played was kept up with an unbridled bitterness settled behind the smile coaxed into place to be worn as an unwelcome expression. Hardened gaze fixed upon the woman’s own as she spoke with a look far more willing to give more than she meant as she appeared genuine, sweet, as she gave her warnings. ‘Careful, darling,’ all of Ballasburn had eyes to make up their lies. Those who stood upon higher grounds under the heavier scrutiny of whatever rumors may spark about their private lives or the struggles they found.

Whatever snippet of context that could be found and claimed as evidence was enough to dredge something up from the depths. So easily could nothing be made into something when the right voices and wagging tongues began to carry those stories. “Not at all, Vianne, rumors are a terrible thing.” Though the touch did not waver from the place it held apart from easing as he went on. “But who isn’t doing something around here?” A questionable response but all that was to be given as her tail swept idly like some animal contemplating its next move. Though she merely looked at him as a body swayed to turn about him, touch unraveled apart from the way she still clasped his hand in some means of control of the situation she desired to have. ‘Dance with me and perhaps I will tell you,’ there was further reluctance to build within the Speaker even as the Ambassador tucked her head and spun under his arm.

It was as she hit the end of the extension of Mikhael’s arm that Vianne was met with her momentary resistance as the former hunter was more than eager to continue to leave himself to haunt the sidelines. Legs refused to immediately chase after the horned eximius till reason coupled with curiosity to set them into a steady motion after momentary stiffness. Dancing had never been something the man had ever been inclined to keep up on as the years went by for occasions such as this. Though somewhere within a fading memory of time spent in the company of an old friend, Erin, the knowledge had been gained and left to be eaten at by the darkness which crept about the edges of his mind. Still the Speaker showed a sense of reluctance in the small distance between them as if there was something to be considered. “What harm could come of it?” A question that was not allowed an answer for much could come of even the smallest of actions within these courts. Though Mikhael attempts to shake that feeling as an adjusted gait is taken to keep pace with the other.