from "A Study in Roses" - August, 1997
Blood Red Rose, Nokturnulz, Kain Locke, Drayven Azael
Date: 97-08-14 01:05:29 EDT
From: BldRedRose
::detecting the faint stench of something unpleasant on the air, she lifts her nose with a little grimace of distaste... shuddering, she shakes the sensation away, steeling herself and returning her attention to the reports before her::
::a trickle of blood begins to fall on her papers from above her in the
shadows, and suddenly, the slave boy falls to her desk with a deadening
thump::
::groaning, she rolls her eyes at the limp figure:: Oh, now look what you've
done, you clod... ::with an irritated toss of her curls, she lifts her hands
away, and shoves the slave boy off the desk, rolling him onto the floor, then
proceeds to go about the task of setting her desk set to rights::
::suddenly, a red-eyed figure lands on her desk in a crouch, snarling as his claws dig in::
::throwing her hands up in the air, she rolls her eyes:: Great.. just when I
had everything straightened again... Nok.. ::with a little snarl of
annoyance:: ... you're going to scratch the mahogany!... ::swatting at his
claws::
::he swats back, cutting her hand slightly as his other hand continues to
claw into the desktop::
::with a little girlish pout of frustration, she snatches her hand back,
lapping at the blood that wells through the gloved surface:: And now you've
seen fit to ruin a pair of gloves... do your destructive tendencies know no
bounds? ::rising fluidly from her seat, she just gives him a hard look and
an indignant harumph::
::his hollow voice emerges through a tightened jaw:: And what the hell are
you gonna do about it?
::she offers a prim smirk:: Well, I suppose there's nothing I can do about
it, other than let you sit there like a toad and scratch up my desk... you're
no better than ... ::with a dismissive wave:: ... than a common mutt
sometimes, with all your tearing and scratching... do you need someone to
clean up after you too? ::lifting her nose into the air, with a haughty
sniff::
Uh-huh, ya hide behind yer words, and keep yer eyes above everyone else...
::claws continue to cut into wood and paper:: You gonna back that up?
::crossing her arms over her chest, she sighs heavily, affecting a look of
extreme boredom:: And why should I waste my time doing that?
Cause it's killin' ya inside... ::he smilz evily, showing his fangs:: And ya
can't do anything about it...
Killing me inside? ::her eyes flashing wide with amusement::
Yep... ::he remains, calmly crouching over her desk::
::she takes a half-step back, studying him with a look of growing amusement,
her lips tilting up at the corners... and backs right into her credenza,
bumping into it with a start::
::he remains watching her, the shadows keeping his pale face hidden while his
red eyes shine through::
::curling her hands around the edges of the credenza, she watches him, the
amusement gone, replaced by a pensive wariness:: And how do you propose we
settle this... little... difference of opinion?
::he clenches his fist, smiling:: I'm so glad you asked.......
Please... ::with her aristocratic drawl:: .. enlighten me...
::suddenly, a leather-draped, dark-haired figure appears, leaning against the
door frame:: <w> I won't take but a second...
::she glances up, startled out of her mind:: Uhm... excuse me?
::Patting down his trench in a moment of pause, he glances up:: <w> Just
figured I'd interrupt business with a humble apology.
::at the strange appearance, Nokturnulz spins around, red eyes ablaze::
::her gaze darting from one to the other, as though suspecting the two might
be in league to harass her, and hardly daring to believe it:: What's this all
about?
::A leather-wrapped hand raised to Nok:: <w> Don' kill me yet.
::Nok remains crouching on the desk, muttering in a hollow voice::
Alright.....
::she lifts gloved fingertips to pinch the bridge of her nose, shaking away
the confusion::
::Pushing from his spot against the door frame, he slips across the room with
a silent gait:: <w> You know...Blood...I was the one who sent ya's that
slave.
::she blinks... looks up.. yep, that really is Kain Locke standing in *her*
doorway, moving into *her* office::
::His head inclines, spilling a wealth of dark tendrils before his face::
::eyes narrowed, she edges back against her credenza:: The boy.. I suspected
as much...
I am tired of the cold shoulder routine... What we had was indeed grand,
Blood, and I am deeply sorry that my actions brought it to an end. ::Folding
at the waist, he executes a low bow::
::seething, disbelieving:: You don't seem all *that* heartbroken about it.. ::with a little
smirk::
::Rising to his full height once more, he steeples long fingertips::
Seems you were getting along just fine without me..
I wouldn't say that... yer not around me nearly often enough.
You and your little girlfriend, the other night at the masquerade...
Ah... We were invited.. she was a bit of moral support.
Moral support? ::with an amused laugh::
::Nokturnulz backflips off the desk, landing near the door:: I'll leave the
lovers be.....
Nok... ::lifting her hand... :: .. wait..
I am nae here to argue, Blood, and whether you accept it or nae, the apology
is at your feet.
::Nok stops at the door, oily hair falling into his eyes:: What?
::Inclining his head towards her, Kain spins around to slip towards the
door:: <w> Sorrah' mate... jus' had to get that off m' bleedin' heart...
Ah... ::shrugs, entirely at a loss:: ... never mind, Nok... thank you for the
new gift.. ::nodding towards the slave boy dead on the floor::
Yeah.....sure..... ::and Nok steps out, smirking::
::Drawing a clove away from his trench, Kain pauses once more in the
doorway::
Well, then... ::averting her gaze, as she curls around to sit up on the edge
of her desk:: What is all of this supposed to mean to me? ::carefully
avoiding his eyes::
::His brows knitted in momentary question, he lights the clove and takes a
deep drag:: <w> A woman of your standings and cold exterior? Most likely
nothing. Perhaps some day you'll forgive me... and such is a seed I
must plant.
But why this sudden need for my forgiveness, Kain? ::finally glancing up,
her eyes hardened and black with suspicion::
::His eyes have remained upon her all of this time.. gentle:: <w> It has
always been a need. It is simply too great to ignore any longer.
I'll tell you something, Kain... ::absently fingering a blood-spattered piece
of paper on her desk:: .. since the recent events over at the Association,
every slaver for miles has come to me, attempting to curry my favor.. for
what reason, I have no idea.. but why should I think you any different?
::lifting her eyes to him once more::
::He takes another deep drag to hide the shudders of pain ripping through his
chest::
<w> You are not a fool.. ::Exhaling that same, long breath, he remains
unblinking at her::
I was a fool once.. for you... never again... ::her own eyes also lucid,
unblinking::
::His brow knit in question anew:: <w> I don't believe that... ::Each word
spoken with an almost religious certainty::
::overtaken by a sudden burst of rage, she lifts her fist to the air:: I
humbled myself at Brutin's feet for you! ::shuddering at the humiliating
memory, her ivory features suddenly brightened with about eight different
shades of crimson and rose::
<w> Something you did not have to do... but you did because you loved me.
<w> 'Every slaver with in the boundries of RhyDin' is not me... you know I am
above such a fanfare... you and I speak the same language.
Why now, then? Why come to me now? After so long? ::her balled fist
dropping to the desk top::
<w> I have a son... his name is MyKele. He reminds me what love is like..
even if it is only scraped up in shards of the past.
<w> I do love you.
::she inhales deeply, counting to ten... the words lancing like a needle
through her heart::
::He remains impassive to the emotions thundering across a tattered, aged
heart, gazing with glassy eyes in her direction::
I'm sorry that you do, Kain.. I truly am... ::looking away::
::Leather-wrapped fingertips draw the half-used clove away from his lips...::
::at that moment, thankfully, Drayven slips in, holding a position near the
doorway:: What's up?
::The new arrival ignored, Kain slips across the room with a slow gait:: <w>
You love me...
::she suddenly straightens, her eyes all that is cold and dispassionate, a
forced smile on her lips:: Drayven... he was just leaving.. ::with a
meaningful glance towards Kain::
<w> Indeed... ::His head swivels, golden eyes taking in Drayven:: <w> As
soon as I have a simple answer.
Drayven and I have business to discuss... ::levelling a cool gaze at him,
determined to brook no objections::
::Once more he regards Rose, his eyes seering as they burn into hers:: <w> I
love you.
As I said.. ::straightening and standing away from her desk:: ... I'm sorry
that you do... But now is not the time for this discussion... there may
never be a time..
::He closes the distance with sudden, quick steps, inches from her but not
touching:: <w> Then look into my eyes... if you can.
::she remains in place, unflinching, her arms crossed over her chest,
regarding him with the cold eyes of a predator::
::Thin lips curving once more in that tell-tale half smile, he turns to slip
towards the door:: <w> I still have respect for you, Rose.
<w> And I forgive you for lying... just now. ::Inclining his head to Drayven
as he passes, the clove ashed out in his leather-wrapped palm, he slips out
the door::
How very gracious of you..
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