Post by Alea Dracoslovic on Jan 29, 2013 15:46:15 GMT -8
RoanEMcLean:Roan slammed the door, making sure that anyone at the manor would hear it and hurled the full suitcase at the nearest table of crystal and flowers. A muscle worked in his jaw and, though even loud talking was unnecessary, a deep bellow of rage which had been building since departing Oahu burst from his lungs like a thunder clap.
Alea Dracoslovic: It would seem her progeny's temper was no better than her own. Stepping from the grand staircase and into the foyer, she looked from Roan to the table, its broken crystal and shattered flowers and then back at him. "Something vexes you?"
RoanEMcLean:He was on the step below Alea, both hands around her throat in the next - pardon the expression - breath. Choking her was out of the question, but it served to keep her still and eye-to-eye. "You sent her to check-up on me!" He snarled, head tilting to see her more clearly through the haze. "I will rip her throat out. THEN I'll tend to you. Where is she?" Roan shook Alea slightly.
Alea Dracoslovic: "Now, why would I send anyone to check up on you?" One brow rose with the question and then her hand was around his throat, lifting him from the floor as fingers tightened. "Do not threaten me boy. I can and will set you aflame where you stand and I will gather the marshmallows for roasting as you burn." Her head tipped to the side slightly, as much as his hands allowed, her cold gaze on him. "If you speak of Nicole I have not seen her since she left the house yesterday. Why?"
RoanEMcLean:Roan let go of Alea, moving his feet up a stair to regain his footing. He forced himself to relax. "She was in the islands. I was making progress. She could have fucked that up for me. She probably has, Alea. Sometimes I hate that bitch," he growled vehemently. "If you want to kill someone..."
Alea Dracoslovic: Her grip on his throat relaxed and her hand slid to the back of his head, fingers sliding through his hair, petting, almost as one would a favored pet. "Really...." She grew pensive as she contemplated the repercussions. "Did he see her?"
RoanEMcLean:"I left," he spat, but didn't move from her touch. Caresses were few and far between as far as Roan was concerned. He snaked an arm gently around her waist. "I don't believe you didn't send her."
Alea Dracoslovic: Eyes narrowed and grew harsh, and then she was sending him across the room. "You dare question me?!" She stalked after him, with every intention of hauling him to his feet, just so she could throw him again.
RoanEMcLean:He'd seen colder looks from her, just not directed at him. He was on his feet and in the opposite corner, plotting his next move. "You didn't know she was there?" He asked as her earlier query proved her denial of Nic's trip to Oahu. "I told you she was a loose cannon, Alea."
Alea Dracoslovic: "She is his sister and necessary." She shrugged and moved to the table where the vase and flowers had scattered, picking up a shard of crystal and turning it over in hand as she studied the way the light reflected off the sharp surfaces. "Besides, I've grown rather fond of her and thought you had as well." She regarded him a moment, before she wandered his direction. "What did you learn while there?"
RoanEMcLean:"The ceremony was for show for the press. They were married in Vegas as I said. She's a human," Roan answered, still poised to change corners of the room if Alea threatened again. She seemed to be contemplative right now. "They will continue to live in Seattle, but he's not giving up the music. That means there will be touring. And long months alone for his wifey."
Alea Dracoslovic: "Unless she goes with him. I cannot see him leaving her behind or her wanting him on the road alone." That was how affairs were made. "Keep watching him. Do not disappoint." She tossed the shard of crystal onto the floor. "And get someone to clean this up."
RoanEMcLean:"You're going to have to keep Nicolette in line," he cautioned, but with less venom. Roan straightened his suit jacket with a tug of each cuff and a roll of his neck. "I can see how perceptive this human is...how open she might be a warming of her lonely nights if Alex 'does' leave her behind, but not if Nicole has destroyed my groundwork."
Alea Dracoslovic: "Leave Nicole to me. I shall do what needs must in that regard." She eyed him up and down. "And you owe me a vase." Never mind that she'd pitched a Qing Dynasty vase into the hearth just a week or so ago.
RoanEMcLean:Roan gave her a cocky half-grin, reaching for her arm to gently draw Alea close as they'd been on the stairs. "I'll buy you a vase. I'll buy you a whole warehouse full of vases if keep Nicole away from Alexandre. Now, tell me, who do you know that can give me a background? He's curious about me. I can't very well tell him my real story."
Alea Dracoslovic: "I have someone, the very someone that reinvents us from time to time. He will create a background for you that would stand up under government scrutiny." She smiled, then patted him on the cheek. "Now be a dear and clean up my Waterford."
RoanEMcLean:Roan snagged both of Alea's wrists and snapped her arms to her back, crushing her hard against his chest. "Alea," he murmured, leaning to nibble at the corner of her mouth. Shifting, Roan teased her jawline with the tip of his tongue, teeth seeking the white column of her throat. No bite there to even cause a suspicion of disrespect, it was pure devotion. Lust. "Forget him." The old, rich brogue tinged his plea.
Alea Dracoslovic: She stood there in his grasp, a breath let out that she hadn't needed save for the ability to push air past her vocal cords to respond to him. "How many times must we go through this? How can I let him get away with what he has done?" And more importantly, what would she do once she gave up? Her live for the better part of seven centuries had been centered on revenge. What then, if she gave up the quest?
RoanEMcLean:Roan would gladly have volunteered to keep her amused. But, jealousy forbade him to remind her of that. He nuzzled her throat in resignation and let go of her hands, cradling her for a few moments longer. "I'll find a maid."
Alea Dracoslovic: She gave his arm a gentle pat in a rare moment of kindness. Mark the day on the calendar as it might not happen for another century.
Alea Dracoslovic: It would seem her progeny's temper was no better than her own. Stepping from the grand staircase and into the foyer, she looked from Roan to the table, its broken crystal and shattered flowers and then back at him. "Something vexes you?"
RoanEMcLean:He was on the step below Alea, both hands around her throat in the next - pardon the expression - breath. Choking her was out of the question, but it served to keep her still and eye-to-eye. "You sent her to check-up on me!" He snarled, head tilting to see her more clearly through the haze. "I will rip her throat out. THEN I'll tend to you. Where is she?" Roan shook Alea slightly.
Alea Dracoslovic: "Now, why would I send anyone to check up on you?" One brow rose with the question and then her hand was around his throat, lifting him from the floor as fingers tightened. "Do not threaten me boy. I can and will set you aflame where you stand and I will gather the marshmallows for roasting as you burn." Her head tipped to the side slightly, as much as his hands allowed, her cold gaze on him. "If you speak of Nicole I have not seen her since she left the house yesterday. Why?"
RoanEMcLean:Roan let go of Alea, moving his feet up a stair to regain his footing. He forced himself to relax. "She was in the islands. I was making progress. She could have fucked that up for me. She probably has, Alea. Sometimes I hate that bitch," he growled vehemently. "If you want to kill someone..."
Alea Dracoslovic: Her grip on his throat relaxed and her hand slid to the back of his head, fingers sliding through his hair, petting, almost as one would a favored pet. "Really...." She grew pensive as she contemplated the repercussions. "Did he see her?"
RoanEMcLean:"I left," he spat, but didn't move from her touch. Caresses were few and far between as far as Roan was concerned. He snaked an arm gently around her waist. "I don't believe you didn't send her."
Alea Dracoslovic: Eyes narrowed and grew harsh, and then she was sending him across the room. "You dare question me?!" She stalked after him, with every intention of hauling him to his feet, just so she could throw him again.
RoanEMcLean:He'd seen colder looks from her, just not directed at him. He was on his feet and in the opposite corner, plotting his next move. "You didn't know she was there?" He asked as her earlier query proved her denial of Nic's trip to Oahu. "I told you she was a loose cannon, Alea."
Alea Dracoslovic: "She is his sister and necessary." She shrugged and moved to the table where the vase and flowers had scattered, picking up a shard of crystal and turning it over in hand as she studied the way the light reflected off the sharp surfaces. "Besides, I've grown rather fond of her and thought you had as well." She regarded him a moment, before she wandered his direction. "What did you learn while there?"
RoanEMcLean:"The ceremony was for show for the press. They were married in Vegas as I said. She's a human," Roan answered, still poised to change corners of the room if Alea threatened again. She seemed to be contemplative right now. "They will continue to live in Seattle, but he's not giving up the music. That means there will be touring. And long months alone for his wifey."
Alea Dracoslovic: "Unless she goes with him. I cannot see him leaving her behind or her wanting him on the road alone." That was how affairs were made. "Keep watching him. Do not disappoint." She tossed the shard of crystal onto the floor. "And get someone to clean this up."
RoanEMcLean:"You're going to have to keep Nicolette in line," he cautioned, but with less venom. Roan straightened his suit jacket with a tug of each cuff and a roll of his neck. "I can see how perceptive this human is...how open she might be a warming of her lonely nights if Alex 'does' leave her behind, but not if Nicole has destroyed my groundwork."
Alea Dracoslovic: "Leave Nicole to me. I shall do what needs must in that regard." She eyed him up and down. "And you owe me a vase." Never mind that she'd pitched a Qing Dynasty vase into the hearth just a week or so ago.
RoanEMcLean:Roan gave her a cocky half-grin, reaching for her arm to gently draw Alea close as they'd been on the stairs. "I'll buy you a vase. I'll buy you a whole warehouse full of vases if keep Nicole away from Alexandre. Now, tell me, who do you know that can give me a background? He's curious about me. I can't very well tell him my real story."
Alea Dracoslovic: "I have someone, the very someone that reinvents us from time to time. He will create a background for you that would stand up under government scrutiny." She smiled, then patted him on the cheek. "Now be a dear and clean up my Waterford."
RoanEMcLean:Roan snagged both of Alea's wrists and snapped her arms to her back, crushing her hard against his chest. "Alea," he murmured, leaning to nibble at the corner of her mouth. Shifting, Roan teased her jawline with the tip of his tongue, teeth seeking the white column of her throat. No bite there to even cause a suspicion of disrespect, it was pure devotion. Lust. "Forget him." The old, rich brogue tinged his plea.
Alea Dracoslovic: She stood there in his grasp, a breath let out that she hadn't needed save for the ability to push air past her vocal cords to respond to him. "How many times must we go through this? How can I let him get away with what he has done?" And more importantly, what would she do once she gave up? Her live for the better part of seven centuries had been centered on revenge. What then, if she gave up the quest?
RoanEMcLean:Roan would gladly have volunteered to keep her amused. But, jealousy forbade him to remind her of that. He nuzzled her throat in resignation and let go of her hands, cradling her for a few moments longer. "I'll find a maid."
Alea Dracoslovic: She gave his arm a gentle pat in a rare moment of kindness. Mark the day on the calendar as it might not happen for another century.