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Sabine Marx

"Let's play a game, mein Bauer"

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a character in “Paranormal Dilemmas”, originally authored by pieluver, as played by RolePlayGateway

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Name
Sabine Marx <Pronunciation:Za-bean Marks>

Nickname
None. Or at least, none to his face, if you want to keep your features the way they are.

Age
Mid Twenties (3,500-4,000 years, give or take. You lose count after a while)

Gender
Male

Appearance
Sabine is a tall, slim man with bright green eyes and flaxen pale hair. His light skin covers sleek muscle and the angular planes of his body. He’s not a showy man, and his body reflects that, hiding strength under a slight guise. His pale blonde hair reaches down to his compact shoulders and hugs his face, his strong jaw, when it is not pulled back. Of recent he’s taken to leaving it down. The green eyes, often cold and impassive, are flecked with gold, as if kissed by the sun. He has thin, inquisitive eyebrows of a slightly darker shade than his hair, and thin lips that often remain in a tight line. He stands at six foot three inches, a height that seems even taller due to his lanky form. He usually dresses formally, shirt, vest, jacket, often in dark colors. The dark colors don’t help the illusion that all his color’s been bleached away. It probably has, considering he spends all his free time out of doors. Though he is slight, he holds an air of power about himself, from the look in his eyes to the way he walks, it isn’t hard to tell Sabine is a king and he’s fully aware of it.

Occupation
He is the King, he doesn’t have to work. Past all the work dealing with his subjects and with the other Kings.

Skills/Equipment
As he is slim and lithe, Sabine prefers swords and rapiers for their elegance, and he’s very handy with them, able to take down larger foes with shadow-like precision. He’s also skilled with aim and precision, as his deadly little hat trick, what with summoning and shooting little collections of light from his palms. He’s also partial to throwing knives for that reason, and other such small projectiles. He, of course, is also skilled in hand to hand combat, though he dislikes it because it is simply too unrefined. He will do what he has to though, and his combat is always precise and merciless, he has no morals when it comes to fighting. Why not kick a man when he’s down if that’s what it takes to win.

Personality
Generally, Sabine is a quiet, reflective sort of man. He’s uninterested in sport and what most people consider fun for the most part, he views such things as a waste of time unless they have some kind of gain, past the enjoyment of the moment. He likes to rationalize things as well, make logical reasons for everything. Beyond that, however, he isn’t a fan of building relationships unless they are absolutely necessary. He views his underlings as pawns to be moved, which doesn’t always work out for the best, because he never seems to take in to his plans the fact that they are people who have emotions and aren’t mindless servants. But the relationships he does build, and some he’s fallen into without quite realizing it, are very strong, because Sabine is a man firm in his actions, and generally steady. Unless, of course, you make him angry. Anger is not something Sabine likes, because it is something he cannot control. In fact, he hates things that make him angry, because they, by the transitive process, also are unable to be controlled, at least in a sense. Sabine prides himself in being cool and collected, refined. If anything breaches his icy exterior with his knowledge, he often decides to eradicate the thing, whatever it might be.

Sabine isn’t very good at noticing his emotions though, especially the sneakier ones. He’s madly protective of what he considers his possessions, inanimate and animate, tangible and intangible. He does not like people breaching his personal space, no one may be near enough to touch him with the exception of a few people he considers ‘friends,’ though that is much too strong a word for Sabine. Perhaps ‘not threats’ would be a better way to describe the small handful of people allowed to approach him. On the other hand, he does not have the same qualms about touching other people, so long as he is in control of the contact, he doesn’t mind lifting someone up by the front of his shirt and tossing him around a bit. He’s also very interested in the way the mind works and all things psychological. He likes picking apart the way people think, deciding their shortcomings and either deciding how to take advantage of those flaws or fixing them, depending on the person. For example, in some ways he views his personal servant a project that he must fix and grow to perfection; though at the same time he’s very protective of her. He doesn’t realize that, however.

Sabine could also be described as self centered, because he is. Though he is very intelligent, sharp, he can be very oblivious to things around him because he’s too focused on the minute parts to see the larger picture, and he isn’t good at sensing other people’s emotions as well, which adds in part to his inability to notice certain things about people. The anger that constantly simmers under his layer of ice, however, is another good reason he isn’t good at understanding others. It’s a constant chore to manage such a rage, and sometimes it is better to turn a blind eye to another if it threatens his own composure or his person. Sometimes his mind does such things on its own without his permission, and that problem has grown over the decades and centuries, making Sabine very much a man in his own little world.

Sabine is also a lazy user of affectionate terms because he finds them curious. He’s a great fan of irony and satire, especially the human takes on the subjects. He often uses such things when he toys with others, because it twists their minds and it’s rather amused to see people confused. Sabine loves games and stories as well, which on its own seems rather juvenile, but actually was only something he gleaned later in life. Lowering things to game status makes them easier to logic his way through, or manipulate to his pleasing, and he often makes a sort of sport with playing with his servants: laying their emotions out flat and tearing them apart without ever even touching them. He’s a man of efficient words primarily, and his games follow suit. He likes to win as well, as that is of course the point of a game, is it not? He is fond of a good challenge though, and sometimes walks the fine line between anger and sport with his games, perhaps one of the only entertainments he enjoys, because he believes it strengthens his mind and his wit as he’s playing. He loves books due to his love of words, and he loves understanding the curious effects of other people’s personalities and emotions. He’s consumed a great amount of human literature over the years, gleaning information about most every subject a human has ever thought to write about.

Overall, Sabine is a bi-layer man, cold, manipulativ e, and efficient on one side, but oblivious and strongly passionate on the other, because when he emotes, said emotions are often to the extremes, because all others are swallowed under the ice. He’s strong, but his strengths are weaknesses as well. He’s intelligent because of his curiosity, but it often tugs him into his situations where his slightly oblivious nature draws his attention away from the truth of the matter, and undermines his careful façade.


History
Sabine has an uninteresting past, to be quite honest. From birth his purpose was the replace his father as king when the daemon died, and he was raised efficiently to do so, the only son of the king and his ‘queen’ who was often away, more interested in indulgence than in affairs of the castle and her husband, who wasn’t very interested in her either, past the need for a male heir. She was an incredibly smart woman, and sun-kissed too, but not particularly lust inciting in body. He had a single older sister, but she’s long dead. Of what Sabine cannot recall, it was when he was in his first few centuries of life, much too long ago. It was a trivial thing, however, and he couldn’t recall grieving for long. He was taught to be cold and logical very young, the tutors and the king trying overmuch to compensate for the king’s shortcomings in the field.

He was the perfect son, but for his self centeredness, which had been hammered into him since birth, and because he didn’t have any friends in the castle, his isolation taught him to know himself, and gave him his curiosity towards others, as well as his logical approach towards life. When he ascended to the throne he proved to be an efficient no-nonsense leader, and he was lucky his entire reign has been immersed in a war because that is where he functions best, because honestly, is it really more than a huge game? The people don’t seem to mind that he treats them like pawns, however, or at the very least they say nothing about it.


Other
Sabine’s accent could best be described as northern European, some mixture of those ethnicities. He’s also rather taken with the human languages, and knows quite a few of them. He occasionally drops words from other languages into his speech, and he’s particularly partial to the Germanic languages.

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The tall man stood in the alcove like balcony, it was protected from the elements on all sides but one, where a body could look out at the sweeping land beneath, out to the horizon. His face was impassive under the rising sun, but the rays of the golden orb toyed with his pale locks, glimmering off his near-platinum hair. He was too deep in contemplation to notice the rise of the lovely sun, however. He was contemplating Earth. More specifically, going back to Earth. He'd need his entourage, Lena as well, of course, a handful of soldiers and lower servants, his adviser, and the captain of the guard, of course, even if it was merely a leisure visit. The others would follow him down to the planet, they always did. it was an unspoken rule that if one of the kings moved to earth, the others would as well. Sabine found it foolish that they were forever chasing each other, but he couldn't help but follow suit, since, there was no way of knowing if one of the others was plotting something other than to be in the thick of things.

Leaning against the railing, slim hands wrapped around the ornate metal, Sabine closed his eyes for a moment and tipped his head back slightly, enjoying the warmth of the sun for a mere second before turning away. It was a morning ritual, giving thanks for the sun's warmth every morning, and it often helped him organize his thoughts. He reentered his chambers shortly after, still in deep thought. Lena was not present, she was probably busying herself with some work or another, but Sabine didn’t mind. He would call for her when he required her presence.

The male exited his quarters and strolled down the empty hall, another part of his morning routine. No servant would even dare to bother him at this time of morning unless it was urgent business. Even Lena would be rebuked for interrupting his thought process. The daemon entered the library down the hall from his quarters and strolled among the shelves briefly, pausing to ghost his fingers across book spines occasionally, but never landing on one thing for more than a second. His green eyes gleamed as he finally paused in front of a tome and slid it carefully from its resting place, cradling it in his fingers and hefting it from hand to hand for a moment, as if testing its weight. He paused for a moment before deciding it was indeed the book he wished to read, then turned on heel and exited the library.

His skeleton fingers gently slid the pages over one by one until he landed somewhere in the middle of the book. He settled down in his chair beside a grand window overlooking the gothic city below his grand home, resting the novel in his lap and resting his chin on one hand. He stared disinterestedly at the page, looking ever so busy, but he could not focus on the words before him. He was still internally debating. Should he travel back to earth? It had only been two years since his last visit, would it rile the other kings up if he were to leave? Did he even care what they thought? No, but if they chose to stay instead of travel to earth he’d be forced to return, lest the two form an alliance and seize his land while he was gone.

And what would a valid explanation be for his return? It would need to be vague. Or he could merely say he wanted his coat and his handkerchief back. Of course, that was a brilliant idea. He’d left some personal effects on earth and he required them, so he had to go back to earth and fetch them. Yes.

Sabine’s lips curved in the smallest of smirks. Ah, that was a perfect idea. He would enact the plan as soon as it was appropriate to do so. And he knew exactly what he was going to say to the girl when he made it back.


So begins...

Sabine Marx's Story

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When Sabine directed a faint nod in her direction, Lena knew he was telling her she’d done well in staying quiet. She breathed an almost indistinguishable sigh of relief. It was a good thing she’d learned how to read her king, wasn’t it? Certainly. Because if she hadn’t, she’d have no idea what to do in a situation such as this. After all, she’d actually never been in it before. In all the years she’d been Sabine’s personal servant, he’d never as much as caressed a woman, much less a human woman. It wasn’t a secret among demons that the king did not consider humans worth more than a shallow glance, which was in part why Lena did not understand her own position. He was disgusted with humans; considered them base creatures… yet he took pity on Halflings. It was like an odd paradox.

Regardless, now he was here with a human woman, and he clearly intended to… to what? Take her to bed? Did Lena really dare guess at the king’s intentions? His mind worked in the oddest ways at times, so maybe… maybe he had some plan. Maybe there was a rational explanation for this, and it was merely on too high a level for her to understand it. Yeah, that would make more sense. Much more sense. Because… Sabine didn’t… he didn’t take to humans. He barely let anyone touch him, and yet Lena had just witnessed the blonde with her arms around his neck, her lips on his skin. This situation was starting to scare her.

Lena’s eyes had fallen to Sabine’s feet as they usually did, her demeanor submissive as ever, so luckily the confusion on her face could only be guessed at. As Sabine spoke, however, she was pulled out of her almost panicky state and she blinked a couple of times, quickly glancing at Sapphire in sudden reaction, but quickly letting her eyes fall even further to the floor as she, instead of looking at Sabine’s feet, looked at her own. Then she softly, almost fearfully, murmured, “my apologies, Miss,” to Sapphire. The human, who Lena wasn’t looking at currently, made an odd sound before saying, “Hey, don’t apologize. It’s not like I died.” Lena knew nothing worse than to be admonished and the human’s assurance didn’t help one bit. She knew her staring had been impolite, and she regretted it already, but she’d simply been so shocked.

Of course… her king knew all of that, which was why his tone had been so gentle with her… and why Lena wasn’t cowering in submission. Besides, she had to pretend to be… what? A… normal servant to a rich human? She could do that. Right? Well, she’d have to. It was obviously what her king wanted her to do. His admonishment also told her something else; he wouldn’t be answering any questions, so she might as well pack away all her unspoken ones. Not that she’d ever really question him; she had no right to. But… others… certain others… might. She wouldn’t put it beyond the captain, while the adviser would be a bit more… sly about it, most likely, but he’d want to satisfy his curiosity. Luckily, Lena had nothing to tell him.

She almost jumped when Sabine suddenly began moving, motioning for her to follow. Lena bit her lover lip nervously, but managed to start moving, a little bit behind her king and his… companion. She said nothing as her small feet padded across the floors… down the halls. Even as they spoke, she kept her head down and her mouth shut. She didn’t even dare look to see what was happening. When Sabine finally spoke to her, Lena took in a deep breath. Okay… he was definitely taking a human to bed. Oh gods… what if she became pregnant?

Lena’s brown eyes widened, and her voice stuttered just a little as she said “Yes o-of course. I’ll… make sure to deliver the message…” Her voice trailed off. Something was missing. Lena always addressed her king formally, almost by Your Highness, Your Majesty, or My King. None of these could be used, obviously, so now she felt like she lacked closure. Calling him sir would be downgrading him, since he was far above such a title. Maybe… again… it was better to not say anything at all. That was normal for human servants these days, right? She hoped so.

She didn’t dare leave yet… in case Sabine had more to say, and she had yet to be dismissed, so she kept pace behind the duo, although she would much rather be… anywhere else. This was too… weird. When Lena heard him speaking to the human, his voice dropping to a husky murmur, the servant girl blushed, embarrassed to be around the two. She wasn’t… accustomed to sexual encounters being… pleasurable for both parties. She’d never seen seduction, nor had she ever experiences sex to be a thing one would ever want… yet the human woman seemed very eager. Lena hadn’t even heard of that outside of her books. When she finally noticed the king gesturing for her to leave, she practically sped off, trying to get out of there as quickly as possible.

She stopped by the foot of the stairs, drawing in a deep breath as she closed her eyes and slowly let it out. She couldn’t think about this. She needed to not think about this. Balthazar. Yes, she needed to find Balthazar and… inform him of the king’s wishes. She could busy herself that way. Yes, that would work. And then she’d find the captain… and tell her too… and then she’d… clean the kitchen. Or something. Anything to not think of what would be happening upstairs very soon. And so Lena opened her eyes, blinking a couple of times as she breathed, before finally heading towards Balthazar’s office. That’s probably where he was. Once she’d reached the dreaded door, she carefully knocked twice.

“My lord?” She inquired, wanting to know if he was there… and if she could come in.





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“Patience?” Sapphire countered as she felt Sabine’s arms snake around her waist once more. “I don’t do patience very well.” Then she laughed softly, leaning in to brush her lips against his skin… until the little Asian appeared, staring at her so very curiously. Sapphire turned her head to see her properly, but her eyes dropped quickly to the floor, and Sapphire tilted her head slightly. She was a pretty thing, wasn’t she? Sapphire had always found Asian women rather gorgeous, and this one was no exception, yet she had this… innocent to her that just made her downright adorable. She looked to be in her late teens, and Sapphire briefly wondered if Sabine had underage staff working for him.

Maybe so, but it wasn’t that was illegal… was it? Huh, maybe she should ask Syd. Oh gods… no… she couldn’t think of Syd right now, because thought of one sister led to thoughts of… another. Sapphire tensed just a little, closing her eyes briefly until Sabine let go of her with one arm and turned slightly. She let out a soft sigh, turning her attention towards the happening at hand. She needed to focus on that… she needed… she needed Sabine to start kissing her again. He… he had to kiss her again. It worked before, right? Took away everything; a magical cure.

When Sabine spoke, almost… what? Admonishing the girl as though she was a mere child. Huh, perhaps she was. Perhaps she was his own? Nooo… no, he didn’t have children. Did he? Nah. The girl seemed much too submissive. She had to be a servant. The girl seemed to cower and Sabine’s gentle words, and soon she was murmuring almost… fearfully. Sapphire looked up at Sabine, surprised. What was she apologizing for? It wasn’t like Sapphire was even offended. Jesus. This was a weird place, wasn’t it? She snorted, responding in slight amusement.

“Hey, don’t apologize. It’s not like I died.” She told the girl, still a little confused at the whole situation. Maybe it was just the booze. Yeah… it had to be the booze. She wasn’t thinking clearly. Sapphire nodded to herself, glancing from the servant to Sabine as he began moving. She expressed a surprised sound, blinking several times as she stumbled a little to get her feet to walk properly again. “You… really need to warn a person before you just start dragging her,” Sapphire noted, giggling a little as she found her balance, walking along with him well enough now.

She merely walked along with him, the servant forgotten as expectations and excitement began building. She was a very sexually inclined woman and she’s been without it for much too long. Now she’d finally have it… now she’d finally have him. She could hardly wait. He seemed determined to get them somewhere specific as well, so she merely accompanied him, resisting the urge to kiss him… to touch him properly again. A kiss would make everything better. The lingering thoughts of Simone would disappear, the odd feelings she had about this place… everything. She’d drown in desire once more. She wanted that so much right now.

When Sabine then once more spoke to his servant, Sapphire couldn’t help the eager grin that played across her features. No disturbances all night? She bit down on her lower lip once more as images began playing through her head, her body remembering every pleasure he’d inflicted on it in that club. She could scarcely imagine the intense heat once clothes were off and they were alone. It took all she had for her not to get too worked up already. The servant was still there! And they were in the hallway… did that really matter though? She looked up at him, her eyes filled with desire once more. She barely noticed the servant replying, but she very much noticed the second Sabine leaned down to murmur against her temple.

Another of those infamous shivers danced down her spine and she drew in a deep breath. Sapphire looked up at the man who seemed to set her body on fire with mere words. If they weren’t there yet she’d… oh… screw it. She gave the hallway a glance, finding the servant lacking. Couldn’t be better. “Here looks good to me,” Sapphire shot out before she put her hands on Sabine’s chest, her hands fisting around his shirt to stop him from moving as she stood on her toes, her lips taking his instantly. Her lids fell down to cover her eyes as she leaned into him, letting the desire wash over her, making everything else disappear entirely.

This was what she’d wanted. A soft moan of bliss and relief escaped her as her hands relinquished their hold on his shirt to slide up his shoulders and around his neck, her breathing pattern deepening. Just… one kiss. That was all she needed. Then they could move on and pick things up more privately, but she needed that kiss. Right now she couldn’t remember why, but she did.

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Though the sun had fallen behind the horizon some hours ago, the adviser’s mind was as busy as ever, and he presently sat at a worktable, kept some distance from his desk and constructed of much more resilient material than the expensive mahogany and cherry of the latter. In front of him were several scattered glass vessels, which had been neatly arranged up until perhaps an hour ago. His hair had long since fallen out of the neat slick he usually kept it in, and hung instead in soft, feathery, slightly-curled strands about his head, occasionally venturing into his line of sight, only to be brushed away with irritation. His clothing, too, was different: the suit jacket was gone, and instead he’d rolled the sleeves of his emerald-green shirt to the elbows, though his vest remained, the silver chain of his pocketwatch dangling from one pocket. Overall he was less… pressed than usual, perhaps even a touch disheveled.

There was, of course, good reason for this. He was expecting no visitors this evening, and furthermore he was in the middle of an experiment. His interest had recently turned to innovation and improvement of technologies in the homeworld, where the human’s electricity was neither wanted nor operable. This left most of the lighting duties to either torches or occasionally magelights, which were essentially conjured flames, slower to wear down the tapers on a candle or the oil in a lantern. They still carried all the other hazards of fire, though, and more than once had a careless servant or drunk noble burned themselves in a moment of inattention.

Hence the present experiment, cold fire as he liked to call it. The initial discoveries in changing the properties of mage-fire had resulted in a reduction and eventual smothering of the flame, which was not what he desired, but he was presently close to something much better. Along the way, he’d discovered that it was also possible to change the color of it, and though his magic was naturally black, making him a rather poor choice for lighting mage-lamps, he could now alter that at will. Having no particular inclination at first, he’d moved to green, which was his second house color after black, but on a whim, the flame was presently the clear blue of the sky on a cloudless summer day, white burning at its core. It reminded him now of his other project, as he was coming to regard her, and the symmetry brought a small smile to his face. No need to hide it from anyone here; he could be amused or pleased if he wished.

Slowly, slowly, he was sapping the heat from the fire, and this time when he passed the block of wax through it, it came out only slightly melted. Adjusting the level of magic within the flame, he felt the little pleasant click at the back of his mind that was his own form of instinct. And people swung swords around and declared themselves mighty for it! How little his kind understood of subtlety in truth. With satisfaction, he passed his own bare hand, for once not gloved, through the pale blue fire, pleased when it was simply pleasantly warm, like a spot in the grass heated by the sun.

With a flick of his long fingers, Balthazar directed the fire into one of the glass vessels, pleased when it sat easily therein. With a snap of his fingers, he extinguished the rest of the lighting in his office, and his satisfaction only grew when the illumination from even just this little thing was about equivalent to a human lightbulb, but not nearly so harsh on the eyes. Must be the color; perhaps he should thank little Lena for that bit of inspired thinking. He was, after all, nothing if not a man of manners.

He dimly registered the reappearance of the king’s aura on the premises, but paid it little mind. If he were required, he would be summoned. Until then, he fully intended to test the limits of his new little device. It had been a very complicated process to get the ball of flame to the right size, color, and temperature, and he was certain there would be a way to link all of these qualities together for a single conjuration. Perhaps there might be some use for orange or yellow ones as decorations at the Festival of the Sun. It did resemble a little contained star, anyway.

Raking a hand through his hair, he didn’t even have the irritation left to stop it from getting in his face. Instead, he grinned triumphantly and decided to work on shape first. Coaxing the sphere from the glass, he let it float harmlessly in the air and visualized the form he wanted, applying the faintest brush of magic to the desire. Before his eyes, it shifted to the form of a deer, then a small person, and finally a rabbit, which cavorted happily about his head. Oh, yes, this was good indeed.

He’d added a mare and a large cat to the procession of blue flame-animals by the time the knock sounded on his door, and Miss Anguaren’s voice filtered through the wood, seeking entrance. He presumed she was here on the king’s business, as whatever befell her was not usually so cruel as to act twice in such a short span. She’d been by quite recently for his medical supplies. That, naturally, brought him back to her last answer, and his face went blank a moment before he replied.

“Enter,” he called smoothly, and the cold fire-creatures descended from about his head and did circles a few inches from the surface of his worktable instead.

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Sapphire stumbled as he stirred her into motion again, moving to climb up the stairs, she made a startled sound before issuing a sentence that might have sounded reproachful but for the overlaying giggle that accompanied it. She remained silent for a shirt while, seemingly content with her own thoughts. Lena replied to his order obediently, her voice trailing off into nothing after the end of her agreement. She was audibly flustered, the sweet, silly little thing that she was, but he knew she would do her job well. She was a good girl. After she ran off and he paused to speak against her companion's temple, he could feel her eagerness. A blue eyed glance down the hall gave Sabine a slight notion of just what Sapphire planned to do before she grabbed two fist-fulls of his shirt and bridge the gap between their profiles. She was quite demanding for a human, wasn't she. Not a bad thing. Not a bad thing at all.

His arms grasped at her back, instinctively matching her intensity. She moaned softly against his mouth as she made herself comfortable hands settling at the back of his neck. She felt hungry yet content, as if she'd needed this pause in their journey through the halls more than he knew. He found himself falling back into that world of which he and Sapphire were the only two occupants. Any number of daemons could have walked by in that moment and he wouldn't notice, but it mattered less now than it had back at the club. If she kept him there for any extravagant length of time he wouldn't particularly mind, let the servants watch; they were nothing anyway.

Sabine was content to just let her melt into him, allow her desire to become his, and to think of nothing, a rare happenstance this far along in his life. But after a short while he had no more patience, under the duress of constant reminders that there were greater things yet to come. He could always pick her up and carry her again, for he was unwilling to break the kiss this time. He could navigate well enough without watching where he was going in his own home. And ideally there would be no one to run into, and anyone who was unfortunate enough to be in his way, in a place that they shouldn't be, would likely face a swift and unpleasant end at a later time.

Unfortunately, she was just a bit too short for him to scoop her up again without bending a little bit, so his mouth did have to part from hers, but he made up for it in coins: kisses to her throat, her collarbone, barred only by the low neckline of her dress as he pulled her closer, using his own stature to draw her up off her toes until he could hold her, one arm underneath her and the other at the small of her back, her legs straddling his lower torso. Now her 'height' crested his own; he had to turn his face up slightly to catch her mouth again. "I have a better place in mind." he teased against her lips before losing his attentions to her again.

He managed to navigate on autopilot, his feet following the usual path easily with no instruction. Upon making it to his rooms, he had to lean Sapphire against the door so he could move one hand away, seeking the doorknob without breaking away to look for it. That would be a waste of precious breath. He bumped the door open, returning his hand to her back as he pressed onwards into his quarters. he had no interest in the front room, where he did most of his idle thinking and reading while in the human world. It was primarily composed of darker woods with slight flourishes of gold and complements of red, colors that held the sun's warmth long after her bright face had drowned below the horizon. The drapes stood open, allowing moonlight to drape across the floor, glittering off reflective surfaces. The place was by no means as elegant as his quarters back in Dothri Regum, but it made a decent effort.

Almost reluctantly Sabine broke the kiss completely, setting Sapphire back on her feet and assuring that she was steady. She didn't need another giggling fit, an act that seemed to be linked to her stumbling. He was feeling impatient, but he'd long since learned that the moment before was the one to be savoured most. The seconds of anticipation were delicious, in their own painfully tantalizing way, and they served to make victory sweeter. And Sapphire's impatient did have very decadent rewards indeed. It made her change from a delicate little creature to a demanding one, just as fiery as always. And Sabine had to admit, he did like the taste of her impertinence, though he'd never say so. It was because it made her different, and he was a collector of idiosyncrasies.

The door to his bedroom stood slightly open, it always did. That was the way he liked it. They stood before it now,and he still faced her. Leisurely he brushed a lock of hair from her face. His eyes flicked over her face, tracing the curves and planes that had become so familiar over the last two years, though he'd not seen her for most of them. He couldn't help the mischief that crossed his face, though its existence was impossible, he was much too old for such things. "I wonder, is there any patience left in you now?" He teased weaving the strands of hair back into the rest of the golden silk. Anything to encourage that drunken little huntress out to play. Worm another surprise from this lovely creature who could not possibly be human.

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She could hear him in there, yet for a moment he did not reply to her request. Lena stood, obediently silent, outside his door and waited, her brown eyes scouring the hard wood of the obstacle in front of her. It was odd, really. Ever since she’d first started using the adviser’s remedies, it had dawned on her, that unlike almost everyone else, he had never hurt her. Not even psychologically. Oh, but he could, she had no doubt. Balthazar Cross had the power to do many things and get away with them, yet he, to her knowledge had never hurt her. She didn’t think he intentionally scared her either and still she found herself cowering under the powerful depths of his eyes.

She couldn’t quite explain it well enough, but he scared her. Or maybe… he just made her uneasy. Perhaps it was because she knew he was capable of so many things beyond her imagination. Perhaps Lena deep down feared that, in spite of the fact that he had never hurt her, he one day would. When you had lived under the cold feet of others for so long, you learned to expect the worst of them. You learned never to expect any favors. You became paranoid, unsure and afraid of interaction, because every word could possibly prove fatal. Balthazar and her deal with him, to her, was only a disaster waiting to happen. She feared what he could make her do. And he feared what he would do to her should she resist.

Maybe it was simply the fact that she didn’t know the adviser very well, but like all other full-blooded demons, he was cold. He couldn’t care, and that made her afraid. It appeared genetically built into every demon, and there was nothing she could do about it, so perhaps she merely needed to shut her mind off and stop hoping for some shimmer of care from someone. Perhaps she needed to stop seeing care and some odd level of concern for her, in the king as well. Her mind was most likely just playing tricks on her, trying to make her think that was what was happening. Hope was a cruel mistress. She would play with your heart and mind… and then she’d leave you broken.

Lena shook of the somber thoughts as Balthazar’s voice came through the door, and she gulped in a deep breath of hair, trying to clear her head of dread and fear. The small servant slowly and very carefully opened the door and warily stepped inside, letting the door slide shut behind her, her head down. Her brown eyes were fixed on the ground which was… lit in an odd light. Come to think of it, this entirely place was lit… oddly. She blinked a couple of times, glancing up, but instead of looking back down immediately, Lena’s attentive gaze caught sight of the most beautiful, blue, fiery little creatures.

Completely captivated, the servant seemed to forget where she was and with whom she kept company, as she slowly inched forward. Once by the desk, she crouched down to watch the things closely, her eyes lit by the beauty. A slow, tentative smile came onto her lips. She’d never seen anything like it. The way they seemed lit from within, the white spreading to become blue little flames. Where did the colour come from? It was utterly fascinating and so… so beautiful. She said nothing as her mind revolved around the fiery animals. How did this work? Magic? As that word came to her mind, Lena seemed to snap out of whatever had held her captive.

Her eyes widened immediately as she startled, ending up on her bum on the floor before she frantically scrambled back, hurriedly murmuring, “Oh, I’m so… sorry, your grace. I… I… it won’t happen again.” Her eyes fell to the floor as she tried to force herself into a standing position, her cheeks pink with embarrassment and shame. She was too old for this! How could she just have forgotten her manners that way? She trembled slightly as she attempted to make herself look proper; straightening her dress, pulling on her cardigan. She had stepped so far out of line. So, so very far. If Balthazar chose to punish her, no one could blame him. She deserved it. What had she been thinking? She drew in a deep breath. She… she needed to deliver the king’s message first though. Yes, she needed to do that. It was priority.

As such, Lena quickly, without letting Balthazar get even a word in between her apology and her message, told him of the king’s message. “The king wishes not to be disturbed tonight. He… he has left all urgent matters to you, my lord.” With that, she bit on the inside of her cheek, fear and nervousness fluttering through her. What was he going to do to her? Her trembling intensified as she waited, completely silent, her brown eyes fixed on her black flats. Still, the memory of those beautiful animals remained. So… free, they had appeared. Playful even. She had not once even looked at Balthazar himself. Her gaze had barely grazed his chest before her eyes had landed on the fire, and now… well, now she was busy keeping her head down where it belonged. She had no business putting her nose into Lord Cross’ experiments.

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When Sapphire felt strong arms around her waist once more, she knew he was exactly in the same place as her. Nothing but desire, want and intensity. It overflowed, drugging her senses until nothing but the kiss existed. Until nothing but he existed. In that moment, the demon king in her arms became the center of her universe, like the two of them shared a world in which no one else was welcome. A world in which they ruled and no one could pull them apart. Everything around them had disappeared; the walls, the floors, the ceiling even. They were floating on nothing, and it felt… amazing. Maybe it was the alcohol, hell, maybe she’d taken something funny, but it felt as though he was right there with her. There was something in his kiss… the way he lost himself in her, like she did in him.

The kiss was perfect. Oh, she’d had great kisses before, but this… this was perfect. Almost too perfect. Like their lips had been meant to meet all this time, like they’d been made for each other, or perhaps she for him. The pace, the rhythm… everything matched so perfectly it was hard to make oneself draw away, and yet… Sabine soon did. She whimpered when his lips left hers, wordlessly begging him not to stop. Her breath had grown labored, the intensity of the kiss having taken her breath away completely. It was different from the kisses they’d shared by the bar. This kiss was so much more passionate… like Sabine let himself go more, like he felt more comfortable here.

Her sounds of abandon turned into a soft gasp when Sabine’s lips, instead of leaving entirely, merely began exploring the soft skin of her neck and torso, leaving a trail of fire everywhere they went, scorching her skin with their heat. Her head fell back as she breathed, her hands crawling into his hair, as if she wanted to follow the movements of his head and thereby lips. Suddenly he pulled her closer and before she knew it, she was in the air. Instinctively, before his hands even came to guide her legs, they folded themselves around his lower torso, pressing her own body all the closer to his. She couldn’t get enough of this proximity. It was like a drug she just had to have more of. More heat, more desire… more contact.

A short, soft giggle escaped her when Sabine spoke, but before she got to utter a single word, his lips took hers once more, taking no prisoners apparently. She clung to him hungrily, her lips matching the challenge of his as he began walking. She barely registered a thing before she was unexpectedly shoved against the door. She moaned almost instantly, the added pressure exactly what she needed from him in this instant, but all too soon, it disappeared… and so did the kiss as he slowly broke it, settling her back on her feet. She gradually opened her eyes, breathing heavily as she slowly tilted her head back to look up at him, her blue eyes heavy-lidded.

She stood silent, her body raging, urging her to force him to do something. Her eyes were wide, completely captivated by him. So busy were they, that they didn’t even register her surroundings. But then, that was all well enough… they didn’t matter. Her lips parted when he reached out, long, slim fingers brushing a strand of golden hair out of her face. Delicious electricity sparked between them, and Sapphire found herself leaning into his teasing strokes, her body more than willing to do anything he wanted it to… even if her brain was tumbling together, unsure of what to do.

Then he spoke, a playful spark lighting up his green eyes. As always, Sabine’s voice was enough to make her weak in the knees, but even more so, the look in his eyes was her undoing. She’d never seen him letting go like that, giving into the urge to loosen up. It fit him so well, and it was completely confounding to her, and still everything in her screamed to indulge… enjoy this playfulness he displayed. And so she did, her hands moving to his chest as a grin curled at her lips.

“Not much,” she told him as her hands began unbuttoning his shirt, her legs moving, forcing him to walk backwards towards the room, her fingers working furiously to rid him of that damned shirt. She needed it out of the way, suddenly consumed by the need to feel him. Quickly, the pushed the piece of garment off of him, letting it fall to the floor in a heap by the bed they were now standing beside, before she, without hesitating even a second, grabbed the rim of his pants, pulling him towards her as she looked up at him once more, a devilish smirk on her face as she finally added, “Did anyone ever tell you that you’re a terrible tease, Mr. Marx?” She asked him teasingly, left hand dancing up his now naked torso, enjoying the smooth, hard surface, as the right played with the button of his pants.

“Because you really are,” she concluded, grinning, before suddenly pushing him down onto the bed, shrugging off her jacket almost in the same movement.

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She was a live-wire, she reacted instantly and deeply to every move he made. She was here and now and nothing else, and she was pulling him with her. It's quite difficult to be properly rational when one is in the moment, even when not intoxicated. There was so much to take in. The way she moaned when he pressed her against the door, the way her body heaved with every breath, so intense was her energy, the slight action of her moving into his hand as he brushed it through her hair. Or the grin that curled her mouth and the way her blue eyes sparked as she closed the small distance between them again, her hand reaching for his chest. That's what he'd wanted from her.

They were playing a funny little game of one step forward and two steps back, he'd move back and bait her and she came forward and melted in to him then pulled him farther than he'd expected to go. Or in this case she was pushing him. It didn't take much, the sensation of her fingers tugging at the buttons of his shirt, fired with desire. He bumped the door all the way open with his elbow as he moved backwards into his room, pausing by the bed as she pushed his shirt away. It dropped to the floor as she hooked the lip of his pants with one hand, setting him alert, the other skating up the planes of his abdomen then his chest. She spoke with the same lilting voice, teasing. She was giving back play for play. No one could say that she wasn't good at playing this strange little game. Even if she wasn't particularly patient. Which made her all the more fun.

When she pushed him back into the bed, shedding her jacket in the same movement he curved his arm around her waist, pulling her down on top of him. "I'm not the only tease in the room, Miss Parker." He retorted, amused, a hand cupping the back of her neck so he could kiss her again, kicking his shoes off at the same time. The hand on her neck found its way under the back of her dress, sliding across to her shoulder brushing the orange cloth away. His other hand slid up her form to do the same to the other shoulder. He broke the kiss to roll her onto the bed next to him, shifting so he was almost but not quite over her. His knee was between hers, and he rested on one elbow by her shoulder. "I have to keep up with the competition, don't I?" He kissed her throat again as he spoke innocently.

He'd forgotten how delicious lust was, his and hers. She was hungry, he could feel it in the way she moved and the faint sounds she made when he took his lips from hers. She wanted. And the less he gave her the more insistent she was. It was easy, in a manner of speaking, but it was so rewarding, even though it wasn't conventionally challenging. It was different than anything he could recall experiencing. Daemons didn't melt with a single touch; they weren't supposed to be able to lose themselves in sensations with such ease. But she was. And she was infecting him with it as well, as if it was a disease spread with kisses and soft gasps and moans. And right now, in this moment, he didn't particularly mind. He didn't particularly mind anything, to be quite honest. He was more interested in following the slackened neckline of Sapphire's dress, which was now only held taut by her breasts, with the lingering fingers of the hand not holding him up. At the same time he was teasing the delicate turn of her neck and the curve of her throat with his lips; he could feel her heart beat under the thin layer of skin, likely spreading the same adrenaline through her veins that he was currently entertaining.

No, this was not a bad thing, how could he have ever thought that humans weren't worth their extremely short while? Now wasn't the time to amend such ways of thinking. He probably couldn't even if he had mind to, which he certainly didn't when he had much better things to be doing. The morning would bring what the morning would bring, be what it may, but he didn't care about any of that now. This was a different moment in time, completely and decadently deviant. Perhaps he'd never reconcile it, it could be the single anomaly in his long life, but that would be alright because it had to be the most pleasurable anomaly he could ever think of engaging in.

"After all," he said, returning to her jaw, her cheek, her lips again, "it's no fun if you don't have to work for it, Darling." He kissed her again, deeply, sending her dress down to the the growing scattering of articles of clothing on the floor at the same time, drawing closer to her.

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Just as the leather jacket fell to the floor to join Sabine’s shirt, his arm was around her waist, and as Sapphire looked down at him, he pulled her onto him. She giggled softly, with just a touch of flirtatious, while it was rather labored. Her knees fell to the bed on each side of his thighs as her bottom ended up on his knees. She instantly scooted closer, bringing their upper bodies close enough to touch. When he spoke, she grinned devilishly, “Perhaps not,” she spoke only briefly before his lips were on hers, heated and demanding, the hand he had cupping her neck making sure she stayed in place. Her hands slid under his arms and onto his back, feeling the texture of his taut skin as her fingers finally landed on his shoulders, settling herself against him, her chest pressed against his as she let herself drown in the passion between them once more.

Her eyes fell shut immediately as her body melted, every touch only adding more heat to the fire already blazing in her veins. This level of abandon was almost unreal… almost too much, so intense and glorified, was it, that had Sapphire not been holding onto Sabine to ground herself, she would have thought she was dreaming… would’ve thought this was nothing but a fantasy. And it was… but it was a fantasy come true. How many times had she not thought of him for the past two years? How many times had she not wanted to see his face again? Touch him? And how many times had she not fantasized about this magical attraction between them becoming something more? Countless, that was how many. Countless times. Of course she would never tell him this, not even in her most drunken state, but not even in her wildest thoughts had she ever imagined this to be so… utterly amazing.

Just as Sapphire had settled in properly, however, Sabine’s hands were moving and she automatically helped by moving her own hands, both arms going through the straps of her dress to relieve her shoulders of their burden, before her arms simply came to rest behind his neck, drawing herself as close as possible, her body lifting just a little as she pressed herself impossibly close. She wanted him more than anything she’d ever wanted before, and while it was relatively unnerving, she no longer had the equilibrium to even consider the consequences, nor anything else. The notion that there would be a morning afterward, didn’t even register.

Sapphire barely had time to register the fact that Sabine’s lips had left her, before she was forced onto her back, his body overpowering hers so easily. Her eyelids lifted only slightly to let her blurrily register where he was and what he was doing, yet she could feel his legs in either side of her right one, his chest against her side, his breath against her neck as he spoke before diving in for a teasing kiss against that much too sensitive skin. “Mmmm,” she hummed blissfully, her breathing deep but faster than it ought to be. “Is everything a competition with you?” She then murmured in response, glancing up at him lazily as his fingers teased the neckline of her orange dress, his lips continuing their teasing path. He was such temptation wrapped into one man, it was almost unbearable.

Her one hand rested on the side of his neck, the slender fingers dancing across the skin effortlessly as though not at all connected to the other hand which had found its way into his pale hair as her eyelids went to cover the blue of her eyes once more, as though to hide the thousands of sparks of desire in their depths. Before she knew it, Sabine took her mouth again, his lips ravaging hers, deep with desire and want as his hand unzipped her dress before simply dragging it off of her, their kiss breaking seemingly for no time at all as it went over her head and ended up… somewhere. She didn’t register where, because as soon as it left her body, the kissing was back. Besides… did it really matter?

Endorphins flooded her being, clouding her mind in a way alcohol could not possibly, and control went completely out the window. It seemed her dress had been on that floor for only a brief moment before Sapphire’s hands were opening her companion’s pants, pushing him onto his back as she leaned in over him, her lips leaving his to dance down his torso, leaving a trail of teasing kisses before she pulled off his pants, looking up at him again with every bit of fiery passion setting her eyes alight. She sat there for what, to Sapphire, felt like an eternity, before she grinned and had his underwear take the same route his pants just had.


The Next Morning


Sapphire was curled up in silk sheets, her body intertwined with that of another. She was aching comfortably, her entire body relaxed but alive and every limp felt… almost limb, heavy even. She let out a blissful, idyllic sigh, snuggling in closer to whoever she was with. It didn’t matter. She felt amazing, easily able to ignore the soft pounding in her head. The pleasurable ache in her body overruling everything else. Her eyes were still closed as she felt the beginnings of awareness sneaking up on her, the soft light forcing its way through windows dancing across her eyelids. She couldn’t remember the last time her body had felt so… at ease. So safe did she feel, that she didn’t even think about the fact that she was in a different bed with a… man she couldn’t remember sleeping with. Whom she currently didn’t even know who was.

Well… until now. As that thought hit, her eyes fluttered open and she looked up slowly, her lips falling apart as he body tensed at the sight meeting her. No… no, it couldn’t be. Her sapphire eyes widened just a little as she took in the look of the man she was still curled up against. She’d broken her own rule; she’d gone to a man’s place… and then… of all people… it just had to be him, didn’t it? She drew in a deep breath as she stared at him, still too shocked and mortified to even react physically, so there she was… curled up with him, in his bed… very naked, and incredibly satisfied. She'd slept with Sabine.

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Alexander didn’t miss the brief frown touching Nebellia’s features as he told her that he would not be pleased should she harm the human. He hadn’t expected anything else; he wasn’t usually the picture of a caring man, especially not with humans, so he completely understood the thoughtful surprise. But then, Alexander had a sneaking suspicion that his dear adviser noticed more than she said. He knew she’d been able to smell Simone on him, and he knew she would remember the scent from two years ago. Nebellia didn’t often forget such things, although she may at times pretend to. However, she was also clever enough to know when to let such sides of herself show and when not to.

He watched her as she spoke in reply, having waited to continue until he had finished. Ah, she knew him so very well, didn’t she? He smiled wryly. She hadn’t needed to explain to him why she needed the blood. He trusted her with his life, and knew that she would not ask for his blood unless it served a proper purpose. She wasn’t just going to sell it. Alexander’s blood was old and powerful, and it could potentially provide a drug to enhance strength and speed in a vampire. “I see,” he told her, his eyes sparking with just a touch of amusement at the fact that she’d bothered to explain. Normally such things went unspoken between them. Once you had been with a person for a certain amount of centuries, some things didn’t need words.

Then she assured him that Simone would be safe from her, and he inclined his head slightly while looking at her still, green eyes observant. He smiled wryly and took both vial and needle when she handed it to him. He didn’t give it a single thought as he uncapped the glass container and put the needle to the tip of his index finger. As she curtsied respectfully, Alexander tipped his finger over the rim of the vial, letting a few drops of blood run into it before the small prick healed up and the bloodflow stopped. Then he licked the small remaining trickle off of his finger, put the lid on the glass vial. “What is it?” He then inquired, noticing the sudden frown back on her face.

As she spoke, explaining, he handed her back the vial, which now held three drops of royal blood. If she’d needed more, she would have handed him a knife instead of a needle, so he didn’t bother worrying about the small amount; it would do, or she would come to him at a later time, asking for more. If she could figure out anything about Simone’s blood at all, he would be plenty pleased. He wasn’t sure it could be replicated, since he was not even sure she was fully human, but nonetheless, perhaps Nebellia’s studies could clue him in on what made her so damned special. There had to be something tangible.

“I realize that,” he informed her calmly when she commented on Simone’s state. “She will not eat properly, nor will she sleep enough, which, on top of my taking her blood, has proven to be rather disadvantageous to her health,” he explained to her, a slight sigh escaping him. He was a king; he was supposed to know what to do, yet with this human… things got difficult. She was so different from the humans back home, and Alexander did not often take an interest in caring for the fragile beings. Suppose he’d forgotten to bring servants who were properly educated and trained to keep humans alive. He’d needed caretakers from back home; the vampires who ran the breeding facilities. Most other servants weren’t expected to keep the humans alive for longer periods of time. Perhaps he could not expect Sarai to do much better than she had.

When she offered to hand over her observation papers, Alexander frowned slightly as he thought. “She’s different, Nebby,” he told her, his voice letting out some of the frustration he was feeling with Simone, “normally our humans conform to our daily habits easily enough, but she barely sleeps during the day. Two weeks it’s been, yet she continues to struggle with something so simple. I was hoping her own cooking might help her at least gain some nourishment.” He gestured towards the kitchen, “hence the current situation.”

The thought brought a wry smile to his lips, as he added, with a slightly amused countenance, “apparently we cannot pride ourselves on preparing proper human meals.” Then he rubbed the back of his neck, glancing at the kitchen door before once more watching his adviser. “If your notes can help Sarai deal with Simone, then I am open to it, but I do not feel certain they can apply to her.”





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The second Balthazar spoke, Lena expected to at least be admonished. But she wasn’t. She blinked a couple of times when Balthazar instead noted that her curiosity was a testament to her intelligence. Her eyes were still fixed obsessively on the floor beneath her, and her mouth remained very shut, but her shaking subsided along with her fear, quietly dispersed into nothing. Of course she was still wary of Balthazar, and her fear for him in general remained in the truest form, but he didn’t intent to punish her. She wouldn’t have blamed him if he had, though. She knew what she’d done was inacceptable and disrespectful. There was more to Balthazar Cross than one would think, it seemed. She drew in a deep breath, calming her body even more as her mind settled as well.

It was like when he’d asked her if she feared him, and she thought she’d sensed some kind of… irritation that she’d told him that she was. Why? Most demons she encountered rather preferred her to fear them, and it honestly wasn’t all that difficult; she was a fearful creature and she knew it well enough as well. And he called her Miss Anguaren. She didn’t know why, but it held meaning to her, like it somehow made her feel less like a big piece of nothing in the world. She was never Miss Anguaren. She was Lena, or Dove, or Flower, or whatever else someone chose to call her. By addressing her with outward respect, Lena couldn’t help but feel like he was trying to even the playing field a little. But… that was probably just her over analyzing everything.

Suddenly the illumination in the room changed, the sound of Balthazar snapping his fingers reached her ears. Safety? The word seemed to resound in the room with Balthazar’s next question. It was a rhetorical one, yet she felt like it was an odd jab at her. Like he was accusing her of doing exactly that; hiding her own intelligence simply to feel safe, and perhaps he was right. To some degree, she did, yet on the other hand, safety wasn’t something she could ever achieve. “There is no such thing as safety, my lord,” she retorted carefully. It wasn’t a luxury extended to one such as her. Hell, it wasn’t really a luxury extended to anyone, was it? Safety. It was an illusion people chose to don because it helped them move on and think of other things… it helped them feel comfortable. But no one was safe. As such, his phrasing did indeed seem appropriate; “a sense of safety”. That was all it would ever be too.

Wait… had she just said that out loud? She really needed to watch her tongue around Balthazar. He might seem to actually want to converse with her, but she was certain that was only up until a certain point; until she unintentionally offended him. Aaand… then it came. The dismissal. She nodded her head once. Whenever she wished? Why did he have to phrase it in such a way? She shook it off, and left with a soft sigh. Her feet carried her almost soundlessly in her search for the captain, her mind racing, trying to figure out the conundrum that was Balthazar Cross. Life had been simple and easy until he’d decided to make a game of her. Yet she wasn’t sure she wanted to go back.

She found Ceana not long after, in the grand garden of the mansion. She stood in the middle of a huge, green patch, her eyes cold and determined as she watched her men sword fighting, obviously making sure they stayed in shape. Lena carefully made it outside, drawing in a shaky breath. Ceana was the only woman Lena felt as terrified around as she did men. Not because she feared that the woman would rape her, obviously, but because she was the most ruthless person she had ever in her life encountered. And she completely dominated the violent men who had raped and abused Lena so many times over. Anyone who could demand respect or fear from them, demanded even more from Lena. Yet she had a message to deliver.

So she inched closer to the slender captain, keeping her focus on the long braid running down the woman’s back. It was funny, really. For as long as Lena had been alive, Ceana had been the king’s guard’s captain, and she’d often heard of the amount of vampires and lykae she sled, and calculating way she managed to control every battle situation. That was what Lena had heard of her, so when she finally saw her, she’d been shocked to see her looking so… feminine. The long, thick hair, the makeup, the cat-like elegance with which she carried herself. It had been astounding. Except then Lena’d witnessed the captain speaking to nobles, and that female elegance fell away to reveal the savage she really was. In comparison, of course.

Lena knew the king did not approve of his captain’s lack of manners, yet her worth meant he ignored it most of the time. Her thought trail froze up when Ceana glanced her, one eyebrow raised as though to say “what do you want?” Lena drew in a deep breath, trying to quench her fear as she hurried the rest of the way over to the captain, trying not to notice the many looks she got from the guards gathering in her immediate proximity. Lena’s gaze was on the ground now, but she glanced up briefly when she heard Ceana yelling “What the hell are you doing?! Get that sword up, back straight, eyes on your target, and for the love of the Sun, get those fucking feet in position! Is this how you plan to protect your king?!” The captain narrowed her eyes on the two guards in question. One of them had become distracted with Lena’s approach and he’d let down his guard enough for his sparring partner to cut his thigh open, a deep laceration now present.

Lena’s eyes immediately went back to her feet. She couldn’t interrupt this. She didn’t dare. The guard growled under his breath, but he seemingly obeyed, because all Captain Ceana did was murmur “four hundred years old, and he still fights like a baby,” under her breath. Then her eyes once more fell on Lena, not that the little servant could see it, but she could feel it very clearly. “Yes?” She merely said, inferring that Lena was allowed to address her now. The servant had to extend a surprisingly big effort to be able to speak without stuttering through it. “The king wishes to be left alone this evening,” she said carefully, “all matters of urgency have been left in Lord Cross’ hands.” Once spoken, she bit the inside of her cheek, keeping her head down, her hands folded in front of her.

“Yes yes, I realize he’s got some human broad here – been a while, huh?” She spoke, and Lena thought she detected some odd level of amusement, but then… she was almost swimming in her own fear right now. This many guards and the captain. It really wasn’t Lena’s favorite cocktail. When she remained quiet, merely shrugging her shoulders, the captain waved a hand in the air, gesturing for Lena to leave. “Get out of here,” she added brusquely and Lena turned, speedwalking as fast as she could towards the house.

After that, Lena spent most of her evening cleaning up wherever she possibly could, and exhausted by the end of it, her body wiped from the rollercoaster of emotions today, she went to her room, bowing her head and trying to ignore the… sounds… she heard coming from the king’s chambers. They were too much for her to handle on top of everything else, so she didn’t let her mind dwell. As she opened the door, the first thing she noticed was the light. It was surprisingly illuminated, like she’d left the lights on, but different. This was like… like the light in Balthazar’s office. She tentatively made her way inside, her eyes almost immediately detecting the little blue rabbit on her night stand. She let the door slide shut behind her.

Without much thoughts, she walked around her bed and over to the little blue thing. It was almost… more beautiful than it had been in Balthazar’s office. It took her a little while before she thought to read the note, and a vague smile spread on her lips as this odd rush of joy danced through her. She had her own fire rabbit. He’d made her a fire rabbit, and right now she didn’t even want to think of why, or what he’d want in return. Right now, all she could do was feel… happy. Happy, like she did so very rarely. And it took no more than a gesture such as this. A small thing such as this… but to Lena it meant everything.


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Why wasn’t he up yet? Was he waiting for her to wake him? What was she supposed to do? Lena paced the hallway outside Sabine’s chambers, her little feet bringing her up the floor, then back down, her eyes fixed on the door. The sounds had stopped… very late. She’d been able to hear a surprisingly loud amount of sounds through the walls, so she’d only fallen asleep herself a couple of hours ago. She’d kept the rabbit alight, trying to focus on it and the way it worked, but it hadn’t helped. She’d still been kept up. Breaks between the sounds had been few and brief… so she’d hardly gotten to settle in, and now he was torturing her even now, leaving her to this… uncertainty.

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It was incredibly warm. He must have overslept and the sun was urging him out of bed. He didn't usually do that though, did he? Oversleep. He must have had a late night. Maybe he'd had to deal with something. Maybe that's why he still felt so tired. The best option now would be to go back to sleep. Sabine's eyes flicked open for a second before closing again; he was much too groggy. He wasn't usually so sticky with sleep in the morning, but individual days had their individual ways, didn't they. As he began to drift off again without a thought, he felt something move next to him, folding itself closer with a sigh.He welcomed the other form at first, accepting it as part of whatever half dream he was currently in, but it didn't last for long. After a few pensive moments he opened his eyes, blinking against the morning to stare hard at the creature curled next to him. Well, this was new. As he began to place back the events of the prior evening, Sapphire stirred again, looking up at him. He stared at her for a moment, she looked rather shocked, before he recovered.

"Good morning Miss Parker." He said cordially as he began untangling himself from her. There would be time to deal with this situation later, but now he had to deal with her. Out of the moment he was more inclined to put a bit more space between the two of them, though at the moment she still looked pleasantly disheveled and disgruntled. He slid his arm out from underneath her and sat up, stretching. Though there had been things he'd missed about sleeping with women, most of which Sapphire had quite poignantly reminded him of, having a numb arm was not one of them. And probably never would be.

After raking his hand through his hair to keep it out of his face, Sabine leaned back on his hands, turning to observe his bedmate. "Before you ask, Suß, It was your idea, not mine." He said, not without a slight trace of teasing in his still somewhat sleepy voice. Waking up late was never good for his internal clock. And if memory served him correctly, he'd stayed up quite late the night before as well. There wasn't anything wrong with that though. He had no regrets, regrets were for things in the past and what was the point on dwelling on such things anyway? Now, he really did have to seriously think about what sparked this change in behavior, but again, this was not the time for such things.

He turned his eyes from Sapphire to cast them over the room. My, they'd left a bit of a mess, hadn't they. Clothes scattered about, and the door connecting his bedroom to the front room of his quarters was still standing slightly ajar. Well they had been in a bit of a hurry, especially his impatient little blonde, so it was easy to overlook. Not that he could quite warrant being annoyed with Sapphire, especially so early in the day. He'd had his share in their little chaos. But speaking of chaos, how had Lena fared, Sabine wondered. He'd sent her off to inform the other two of his staff who mattered any at all. She was probably now dithering, wondering where he was, since he was so very off schedule. She might even be outside the door, and if he knew her as well as he believed he did she would be there. Sweet, silly little Lena. Well, there was only one way to see if she was doing her customary dithering outside the door or somewhere else.

He held up a hand, tilting his head slightly. "Excuse me for a moment, Miss Parker, I might be a bit too loud for you." He said before pausing for a second to select the proper volume. Not too loud, since he wasn't angry with his little Lena, but loud enough that she would be able to hear him. "I know you are out there, Lena, you'll have to make a decision eventually." He said, angling himself so he could see the main door through the half open door of his inner room. Anticipation was a key part of the job. He could easily play this off if she wasn't actually outside his door, then she'd have obviously run off, startled at being caught. And if she was out there, well, he knew that, obviously, because it was his job to be so perceptive.

He turned back to Sapphire then, arching his back in a lazy stretch. His muscles were complaining quietly, surprised and unused to the kind of work he'd put them through. It was a pleasant ache though. A successful ache, at the very least. He lifted an eyebrow at his companion. "I shall assume that you've got a headache, seeing as you were inebriated enough to hang off my neck for several hours last night. If you need anything for that I'm sure Lena would be most pleased to fetch it for you." he said in a more business-like manner. He wasn't going to just kick her out, that would not be polite. But he wouldn't entertain her foul mood either, especially after her eager impatience of the prior evening. She's wanted him well enough then, she should deal with it now. He was. Perhaps he should urge her to go wash up so he could dress in peace? Or something. He wasn't going to dump her off on Lena if the girl actually had been outside the door and was now sheepishly entering, the personality difference would not work very well, he thought. This was definitely something he needed to handle himself. He had gotten himself into this, after all, he could follow through just fine. Yes. Of course.

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He was staring at her. Green eyes were on her, seeming as surprised as she felt, but only for a brief moment before they lit with realization, like memories of the night before came back to him just then. Gods, right now she really wished that would happen to her as well, but she was realistic enough to know that all she would get was a few flashes of memory, most likely the most embarrassing ones. But she didn’t care about that. She knew the night before had been good for her; it had helped her forget mostly about Simone, and now here she was, and her redheaded sister was among the very first things on her mind, even though she was lying naked in a man’s bed.

The second Sabine spoke, it dawned on Sapphire that she was still nuzzled against his chest, her one leg nestled in between his, skin touching skin. Everything suddenly felt very, very real. Especially as he then moved. That was exactly the push Sapphire needed to actually react, and she scooted as far away from him as possible as she stared, still not entirely sure what to think about the fact that she’d just slept with a man who’d previously told her he disliked being touched. He sat up, stretching casually, but as the sheets fell off of his entire upper body, she couldn’t help letting her eyes wander. It was strange; from the looks of him with clothes on, you wouldn’t imagine him to be this muscular. He had a slight, although tall, frame, but he was all muscles. It was oddly appealing to her. Even as he stretched, there was a certain elegant, powerful touch to his movements.

“Hi…” she trailed dumbly, inwardly cursing her own lack of articulation as she soon realized she was still way too focused on his chest, and her eyes shot up almost instantly, almost too suddenly, trying to hide the fact that she was completely fascinated with him. She almost breathed a sigh of relief when he merely turned and informed her it had been her own idea… this entire thing. She raised an eyebrow, the statement a little funny to her. She finally managed to sit up herself, dragging the sheets up with her to cover her more womanly parts, regaining the cool indifference she usually displayed after drunken one-night stands. A wry smile flittered across her face.

“Yeah, it usually is.” She noted drily, before continuing, “I’m just surprised you went along with it. Aren’t you supposed to dislike being touched?” Her question held a trace of the same teasing amusement his had just before. “To my knowledge, sex sort of involves touching. A lot of it.” While Sabine turned to inspect the room with his gaze, Sapphire took a moment to look around as well, and as she did, bits of memory began invading her previously blissfully vacant mind. His jealousy, them kissing, him carrying her home, then mere flashes of glistening skin and moans of pleasure. The feelings then followed. Those were the worst. There were no pictures connected to them, but she had memories of feeling particular things. Intense pleasure for one, heat… attraction. She remembered her own feelings of urgency, and she practically heard him teasing her.

She wanted to remember all of it. She wanted to remember every little bit of pleasure and passion shared between them, but she didn’t, and she couldn’t. That was the thing about getting drunk out of her mind, she supposed, but she’d never actually wanted to remember as much as she did right now. Her headache had been almost forgotten, forced into the back of her mind while it was much too busy doing other things. But it came back as soon as he spoke up once more. “Hmm?” She hummed. He’d said something about being loud. She stared at him for a moment before she shook her head only a little, wincing at the pain racing through it by even this slight movement, and she sighed, right hand coming up to rub her one temple, closing her eyes.

Then he raised his voice, apparently addressing someone not in the room, and the second the volume of it hit her, she took one of the pillows and folded it behind her head, covering her ears enough to dull the sound as she glared at him. What the hell was the point of that? “That was entirely unnecessary,” she grumbled tetchily once he was done, dropping the pillow. He’d just made her list. Sapphire hated waking up. She hated waking up with a headache even more. And he’d just made it worse. Bastard.

When he spoke to her, Sapphire raised an eyebrow, irritated with him for no reason she could really discern. Well, save for the fact that he’d raised his voice much too close to her. The rest of her body was still aching so very pleasantly, and the passion from last night still played memory puzzle inside her mind. But that didn’t keep her from wanting to rip his head off, so she ended up narrowing her eye at him. “I’m fine,” she almost sneered as she got up in all her naked glory, not caring one bit as she stalked through the door connecting bedroom and bathroom. Well, she assumed it was the bathroom. Fortunately she was right. It would’ve been really awkward if it was the closet. She slammed the wooden hindrance behind her and took a deep breath, leaning against it as her eyes closed.

She heard someone else in the bedroom, but she couldn’t make herself care. Maybe she just needed coffee. Yes, she needed coffee. She’d get some on her way the hell out of there. She just… needed to wash some of the… not too sanitary remnants from the previous night, off of her. She spotted a grand shower stall quickly enough and slipped in there. She put her hand under the water, waiting for it to heat, and as she stepped into the warm, cascading drops of heaven, her eyelids fell shut and she leaned her head back, drowning out everything else.





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Voices. She heard voices. Actual voices speaking. Not moaning, not groaning, not panting. Just talking. Lena breathed a soft sigh of relief. She’d feared they’d pick up right where they’d left off this morning, but fortunately things seemed to have calmed down quite a bit. She merely hoped she’d be able to sleep today, because it was not even the middle of the day, and she was so tired. She worked all day every day, and by the time she usually went to bed, she was nearing fatigue, so she needed that recharge she got from her seven hours of sleep every night. She’d never gone without it. Until today. But she supposed she was merely lucky that she was this young.

She remembered some of the others talking of times when the king would take women to his bed quite often. Perhaps his dry streak was over and she’d better get used to noises at night. If that was the case, she felt she might have to move to another room, no matter how unsafe it was for her to dare outside the king’s wing, especially to do something as vulnerable as sleep. She might as well step into the guards’ wing and shout “hey boys, I’m right here, come and get me!” Lena stepped closer to the door connecting the king’s more private quarters to the hallway of his personal wing. She put one dainty hand on the wooden door, sighing.

She wasn’t sure whether she dared simply enter. This situation was entirely too unusual and she didn’t like it. Then, however, blessedly, Sabine’s voice cut through clearly. Granted, Lena jumped in shock at the king’s words, but it was a lovely thing nevertheless. He might as well have told her she was allowed to enter. She smiled softly, carefully and quietly opening the door. He knew her quite well, didn’t he? It was funny, she hadn’t thought much of it, but he really did notice things about her. She was so very fortunate to have him for a master. Many demons were not quite as attentive.

Lena slowly shut the door behind her, glancing towards the door to Sabine’s bedroom, which was standing slightly ajar. The blonde female from the night before was in his bed with him. Lena blinked a couple of times, taking in the messy look of them both, and the fact that they both appeared to be naked beneath the covers. The mere thought brought a soft pink to her cheeks as she began chewing on the inside of her right one, inching closer to them. She didn’t feel comfortable with this blonde human. Not even a little. Lena didn’t go out a lot, which meant she hardly ever even interacted with humans. She had no honest idea how to carry herself. She was just… going off of what she read in books, but that would only get her so far.

When she heard the king mention her name, Lena straightened and looked at the both of them immediately. However, the human sneered at his majesty and then got up naked, and slammed the bathroom door shut behind her. Lena stared, wide-eyed. No one talked to the king that way. Not even the captain, and that was saying something. The small Asian Halfling found herself frozen in shock. How could she talk to Sabine like that? Why did he allow her to? She shut her mouth the second she realized she’d been gaping. Instead, she shook her head and skipped quickly into the king’s bedroom, curtsying respectfully, her eyes on the floor. Then the water turned on in the bathroom. She was really glad she could address Sabine appropriately right now.

Water running would make the human unable to hear the conversation in the bedroom. “Your majesty,” she murmured in greeting, completely and utterly flustered at the situation. The pink in her cheeks only intensified as she looked around the room. Such a terrible mess. Lena’s fingers were practically itching to clean up the room. Of course, she had no honest clue how to deal with the human’s clothes. Should she wash it? Or merely fold it properly and leave it for her when she returned from what Lena assumed to be a bath? She could only hope Sabine would give her some order or another. That, or she’d simply ask him.





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When Nebellia’s fingers daintily brushed across his cheek, Alexander sighed, looking down at her. She was among the few people he would ever let himself seem even a little vulnerable around. Actually, she was the only person. To everyone else he was a leader; a king, or a father. To everyone else, he was supposed to have everything figured out, and he usually did, but Simone was in a category all to herself. Which meant he was left with a bit of frustration. He could tell his dear friend and adviser did not particularly like seeing him this way, mostly because he knew she cared for him. He was grateful of her presence. Sometimes he wondered to himself how he had fared before she had come to work for him. It was rather nice to have someone to talk to at times.

She was also the only person he would allow to touch him this way. When the contact ended, he glanced at the kitchen, but she drew back his attention when she began speaking of a different approach. He frowned slightly in thought as he listened to her suggestions. Make her feel comfortable? A human? Had he not been plenty kind to her already? Granted, he still made it very clear that she had reason to fear him, but… it seemed as though she wanted his company sometimes. And then she didn’t. Such a confusing human. Nebby was right of course. Simone did not respond well to fear, but even when he treated her nicely, she had this tendency to throw every kindness back in his face. He gave her a nice room; she trashed it, he allowed her into the kitchen; she started playing with knives (yes, he’d heard that), he let her out into the garden; she searched for ways to escape.

And he couldn’t remove the guards, nor the supervising servant, because he didn’t trust her not to run. He didn’t know what to do differently. When she paused, bowing her head, Alexander let a soft sigh escape him. “I know,” he told her calmly, surprisingly not hostile. It was merely an admission, laced with just a sliver of despondence. When she then offered her assistance, Alexander cast a dry smile in her direction. “You may observe her, but do not make her feel like one of your lab humans. I do not expect she would take kindly to such, and she is plenty difficult as it is.” He told her, only a slight tint of amusement escaping with his words.

At Nebbs’ suggestions of checking in on Simone and the servant girls, Alexander nodded only once. Before she entered however, he stopped beside her. When she displeased him, he punished her, but likewise, when she pleased him, he would reward her. It wasn’t unlike how you would deal with a child… or a dog. But it worked. The system. Not only on Nebby, but everyone else as well. It set clear boundaries. As such, Alexander inclined his head slight in her direction before he quietly added. “Ah, we’ve had a few additions to the human wing of the house, my dear. You may choose one.” With that, he was of course giving her a new test subject. He knew that during her punishment, all of the ones she had gotten without allowance had, well, started rotting a bit too much, so she had nothing to play with. He was also telling her that he did not need her assistance right now. He would call for her when he did. For now, he would like to be alone with Simone.

Then Alexander pushed the door the rest of the way open and entered the kitchen, keen eyes scanning the place only briefly before he approached Simone She was writing on a notepad. A shopping list, it seemed. He gently placed a hand on the small of her back as he stationed himself beside her, on the opposite side from Sarai as he looked at the list of groceries over her shoulder. Nebbs thought kindness would work better than fear, then he would be on his best behavior. Hell, in the end maybe she’d even stop trying to escape. That would certainly make things easily. He tilted his head slightly, watching the writing. “This should be procured easily enough,” he told her gently, before he glanced at Sarai. “You may bring one of the earth humans. A female, preferably. That should help you find everything.” Mostly he just didn’t want her to take forever to get it. A human would know what all of these things were. Alexander sure didn’t.

He then directed a brief nod in Brigitte’s direction, telling her quietly that she was to leave him. She had some cleaning to do anyways.

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For a few moments she was struck dumb, it seemed. She moved herself backwards, away, but still she stared. She made a mumbled response to his greeting, likely still internally collecting herself. As she sat up, holding the edge of the sheets to her chest, he could see her buzz to life. Just took her a few minutes, did it? That little smile told him she was back to regular spirits, no matter how surprised she was. He made a faint sound in agreement. "You didn't give me much choice in the matter," He said, the teasing bite of his words lost as his mind drifted off to other things as the state of the room.

She apparently hadn't been paying much attention to him, if that glare said anything at all. Other wise she would have been more prepared. Ah, it was her fault though. He had warned her after all. And he did have to deal with Lena. The longer he kept the little servant the more she'd work herself up, and that wasn't good for her, the little bird. It seemed that he'd set her off though, as she rose with a snark and stalked off and slammed the bathroom door behind her. Sabine smirked slightly as he watched her go. Oh, someone was in a downright nasty mood this morning. At least they were back to normal dynamics. He didn't have to worry about arguing with her, that was harmless. But really, he couldn't have this other...misconduct. It was a problem.

He heard Sapphire open the tap,and he turned his gaze to Lena, who was standing, a full flush smeared across her face, Her eyes were a bit wide as well. Her mouth wasn't hanging open this time though; a good thing. That really was a bad habit of hers, wasn't it. They'd correct that problem later. He examined her as her eyes roved the room. She seemed near as flustered as Sapphire had been in the moments after she woke up. For different reasons though. There were tinges of distress in the servant as well. Huh. Had those always been there, or was she just working herself up into a right state now? No matter.

He made a vague gesture towards the extent of the mess of discarded articles of clothing as he decided just what to do with Sapphire's orange dress and the rest of her things. Might as well clean them up. He doubted that he'd receive any gratitude from her, but then again, that really was an unrealistic thought. "You may wash Miss Parker's clothing as well, Lena." He said, not elaborating. Honestly, that wasn't one of his larger problems to deal with at the moment, it would be best just to get the mess off the floor. And if she found it absolutely necessary to dress after she emerged from the bathroom, Lena could just go fetch something of her size for her to wear temporarily. No big deal.

Sabine wasn't in the best state, but there was no current opportunity to wash up. He could push it off until later anyway. It wasn't like he was entertaining guests or anything. He just needed some air. Try to salvage some of his morning routine. It had already been shattered to pieces, but it was worth the effort, wasn't it? He dressed loosely, not even bothering to button the shirt up past the third button, and pushed the drapes away from the balcony door so he could stand outside. The sun was mid-morning warm and inviting. Calming. Sabine wrapped his fingers around the railing of the little alcove-like balcony and closed his eyes, tilting his chin up slightly.

Really, everything would turn out fine. This was merely a little hiccup. A nice hiccup,there was nothing wrong with it, but it disturbed the household. Or at least, it made Lena exceedingly flustered, and that was really the only piece of the servant sector he really paid much attention to. Sapphire was just a bit of fun, that was all. A little game. Just a tiny bit of time among the years and years of his life. He just needed to retain his balance. He could think everything over later, he just needed to remain balanced for now. Not that he could become truly angry at Sapphire, but anger in general wasn't a good attribute to even entertain, much less harbor in such quantities. especially where there was no evident direction to the anger. He'd dealt with these things for a long time now, he could handle them now. For now he could put them out of his mind. Everything but the current moment. Then everything would be fine, yes.

Standing completely still, the sun on his face, helped Sabine organize his thoughts immensely. And it was pleasant; familiar. He was a creature of habit, after all. And the warmth was crisp, not sticky. It was cleansing of its own right.

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Her king was watching her, likely taking in her reaction to this entire mess. How did he expect her to react, she wondered. Indifferent? Accepting? None of that. He probably hadn’t even paid her any mind before now. He usually didn’t. She was just there, quiet in the shadows, the little servant ready to do his bidding at any time. It was a place she was content enough to be, but in instances such as this one, she really wished he would take her into consideration… at least a little, because right now she was basically going out of her mind. This mess was just… overwhelming. Her king was usually a very orderly man, but this human, however she was, clearly had some effect on him.

If she didn’t, Lena doubted she would be in his shower right now. Everyone knew how the king felt about humans and now it seemed as though he was actually condoling sex with them, whereas he’d always been known to regard such an act with, if not disgust, then at least a certain level of distaste. Which of course made all of this even more strange. Lena was fairly certain she would’ve felt calmer if it had been a female demon the king had chosen to bed, instead of a human one. At least then it would only have been one part entirely freaky. This was just all-round confusing and it made her more than a little flustered.

She couldn’t help the flush on her cheeks, no matter how much she wanted to hide it from the king. Lena didn’t usually like showing her emotions, because, well, most times she did everything in her power to dampen them, to seem less like she was a complete and utter anomaly to her race. Not that it did her any good, but she had this idea in her head that everything would be much worse if she didn’t at least do a little to make herself less inconspicuous, because as it was, she seemed to be very attention-drawing.

Her eyes couldn’t quite keep themselves from straying to the discarded clothes, the mess all over the floor, the messy sheets she wanted to change and then wash… thoroughly. Who knew what kind of odd… fluids, had been left from their nightly activities. Lena didn’t even want to think about it too much. Therefore she was thankful when Sabine gestured towards the clothing, telling her that she was to wash the woman’s, Miss Parker’s, dress as well as the king’s clothing. She cast him a faint smile, the red on her cheeks not even fading a little. Hopefully she would stop feeling so awkwardly misplaced when she exited the rooms, or when she cleaned it up. Yes, that was it, she simply needed to clean. Make everything look like it always did and that would help bring them back to normal, surely. Frankly she had no clue what else to do.

She nodded eagerly in response, “right away, your majesty,” she told him with a small smile and hurriedly gathered all of the discarded clothing in her slender arms, hurrying out of the room, feet tapping against the floor as she walked. Her gate was nearly completely soundless, but to her it felt as though every step resounded through the room and reflected off of the painted walls. She winced as the door slid shut with an audible click behind her as she exited. Gods, she was such an idiot. If only she’d been more mature and experienced herself, then maybe this situation wouldn’t have done this to her.

She hurried down the halls to the washing rooms, where she immediately set to washing the clothing, slowly calming herself by keeping busy with work.





Sapphire Parker

The water felt amazing, and it was almost as hot as her temper. Almost. She sighed, closing her eyes as she let the water drape her and wrap around her, washing away all her worries, and all the metaphorical dirk she felt made her skin clammy. Sabine was the last man she’d expected herself to wake up beside, especially feeling this amazing. Her body was still aching in all those private places, whispering of memories she couldn’t yet access properly. It was definitely enough to tell her that the sex had been amazing, if not completely mindblowing, and that assumption was only supported by those short flashes of memory that were sporadically returned to her.

After a while in the warm, relaxing water, Sapphire opened her eyes to look around her, searching for any kind of soap she could use to wash herself properly; he wouldn’t mind. And if he did, well… then too bad for him. He might think this was all her fault, that she’d lured him to this, and that she’d given him no choice, but there was always a choice, and he’d chosen to take her home to fuck in his insanely humungous bed, on his extremely soft sheets. That was that. One might say he’d taken advantage of her alcohol-induced state of mind, since he’d obviously been sober, and some might consider that morally… well, wrong. But then, Sapphire knew herself, and she knew how she got when she was drunk.

But that didn’t mean this was all her fault. Nuh uh. He couldn’t dump the blame from this solely on her. Deciding that he he could just suck it up if he didn’t like her using his soap, she reached out and grabbed a small, expensive-looking bottle of shampoo. She looked at it for a little while before squirting some into her palm. It smelled good. Fresh. Like Sabine. She shrugged, but the bottle down and bean massaging the stuff into her hair, closing her eyes. She let calm wash over her at the familiar act, even if she shampoo was much different than her own. It was obvious that Sabine liked his hair well-groomed, and he took care of it. Because that wasn’t feminine at all. Cough.

Once her hair was well-soaped, she washed the foam off of her hands and gave the shampoo bottle a scorching look. If nothing else, she could be petty. She grabbed the thing, screwed off the tip. Then she turned it upside down and emptied it all into the drain, a satisfied smirk on her lips. Sure, the cost of it was probably nothing to him, but still it gave her some perverse level of satisfaction to know that she’d at least let out her anger some. It had been almost entirely full. Well, now it was empty. She put the bottle back on the shelf and then she washed the foamed-up shampoo out of her blonde hair. After that, she did the exact same thing to his even more expensive looking conditioner. After she’d put some in her hair of course.

Okay, maybe it was childish, but she’d never claimed to be above such things. Well, she… no, wait, she actually hadn’t. He should just be happy she didn’t have anything fun with her to fill in them. Once she’d washed out the conditioner, Sapphire cut off the water, and then wrung her hair slowly, listening as water poured from the golden locks. Then she stepped outside of the bath, looking around. A folded, white, clean towel was more or less right in front of her, and she looked around. No dirty towel of his. Who didn’t use their towels more than once? People who had servants to do their freaking laundry, she supposed, and she did remember something about a smaller girl following them. Was that his servant? Huh. He certainly didn’t strike her as the house-orderly type himself, nor like the type to have wife or children.

She swiped her hand out, grabbed the towel and loosely rubbed it around her locks of hair while she leaned forward, thinking of everything and nothing. Once she’d casually dried her hair, she wrapped the cloth around her body, tugging in the end of it at her chest to keep it there without her holding it up as she straightened with a sigh. Well, she supposed she’d have to emerge at some point. She heard the outer door close, but she figured it was just whoever had entered before her shower, although honestly she hoped Sabine had left as well. He probably hadn’t though. She just… needed to get dressed, go home and then drink tons of coffee while grading papers. In her bed. In her pajamas.

Sapphire drew in a deep breath and then emerged, only to find Sabine with his back to her, and her dress missing from the floor. She frowned, irritated all over again. Her fuse was exceptionally short in the morning if she didn’t get her coffee, and this situation wasn’t making it better. “What the hell did you do to my dress?” She demanded, her tone making it obvious alone that she was not kidding around. “Where is it?” It was a very freaking expensive dress, damn it.





Alexander Chartés

The king watched Sarai scurry off with the list of groceries, followed by his personal servant soon after. She always did obey his every whim flawlessly, didn't she? Whenever something went wrong, it was always because it was out of her hands, usually due to Nebellia, and he knew what a handful she could be. He also knew that her behavior changed quite a bit when he was not in her immediate vicinity. She had a tendency to sober up whenever he was near, which was the only reason she was still his adviser, madness be damned. Of course she was also a friend and perhaps that made him just a touch softer, although he’d never outright admit to such things. He didn’t have a soft side, of course.

He returned his attention back to Simone then, attentive to her every movement, almost intensely so. Brown eyes scoured her face. She seemed perplexed, a bit nervous even, but not from him being near. No, he’d felt her relax at that after the first few seconds. This wasn’t him personally, her knew that much. Her lips were pursed a little, as though she was considering saying something, while her hands knitted together, a nervous gesture, he knew. He said nothing, merely awaiting the questions he knew where coming. They were inevitable, and of course he couldn’t blame her. She probably knew nothing correct of his race, and she wanted to know at least what her captors were. He supposed that much would be understandable, so when she finally looked up at him and spoke, asking her questions, he was prepared for them.

He smiled faintly and inclined his head a touch in a agreement when she stated that he was not from “here”. She seemed almost disbelieving of her own statement, which made his smile just a little but wider and a bit wry. He stayed quiet as she seemed to spew forth all the basic questions she’d likely wondered at for quite some time, and here he was, seemingly forthcoming. Well, wasn’t that just a joy? Why had she not asked these questions of the young servant in her service?

He let her finish talking, before he took a step back, smoothly pulling her with him while he easily spun her around to face him, his arm around her waist loosely, so as to not smother her. He looked down at her, a seductive smirk on his face. He would use this to his advantage, as much as he could. It wasn’t much, but he figured at least a little could always help her feel more comfortable. Knowing what it meant to be a vampire would perhaps be a little helpful, if he could avoid scaring her too much in the process, something he was very unaccustomed to. Alexander usually didn’t pay such trivialities much mind, but it wouldn’t do to find some random vampire to explain everything to her, if he wanted her to want to stay with him. He’d have to show her a “side to him” she’d like. Even if it wasn’t much beyond and act yet.

“Why do humans have different personalities?” He asked her rhetorically, his voice patient and considerate, “some have tempers, and some do not. It is no different for vampires, and Brigitte, well, she was raised to be my servant from the day she was born. She was stripped of everything beyond that by her parents.” He explained further, his free hand wandering along her neck and shoulders deliberately, his fingers brushing against the skin almost casually. Not that he didn’t know exactly what he was doing to her, brushing the sensitive nerves under her thin, soft skin.

“As for how vampires are made…” he trailed then after a short pause. He slowly moved his fingers from the side of her neck to the back of it, trailing fingers down her spine teasingly as he continued, “It can happen in one of two ways. Either a vampire is born, like any other creature, or he is made by another vampire once he has grown into the proper age. These vampires are of course born as humans. Some please a certain vampire and earn the right to his blood, which fuels the transformation. Others are simply changed because a vampire wills it, because it will benefit him or her in some way, I suppose.” He watched her quietly for a bit before he continued, answering her final questions.

“Where we are from, is a more complicated matter. You might refer to it was a parallel world to this one, in a fashion. It is not like we live in outer space, and our world, well; it has adapted to our needs. The sun, for one, doesn’t hurt us. In my native tongue, we call it Cruorem Orbis.” He was certainly trying to dumb all of this down. Mostly because he did not particularly wish to confuse her, and he figured bits of simple information would do.

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Sabine Marx

After he'd gathered himself and organized his thoughts, Sabine was in a much calmer mood. Ready to handle the golden whirlwind that was the human in his quarters. Sapphire. That strange, scintillating creature. He heard the bathroom door snick open and move into the room. There was silence for a short second then she spoke. Sharply. Naturally. She had to be annoyed about something. There would be something wrong if she wasn't, as there wasn't any alcohol in the bathroom for her to blur herself with. She followed up her demand with another, equally snappish. He did not move for a moment, eyes still closed, then slowly turned. He took a few steps forward to lean against the door frame that led to his tiny balcony. He observed her face unhurriedly, lifting an eyebrow.

"I told Lena to clean up the mess. She is likely washing your dress now." He said with a lazy yawn. He was still tired, which made sense, considering how late he'd stayed up the previous night with no precedent. He pulled a hand through his hair, pushing it out of his face. "If you'd like something else to wear I'll send for something, otherwise you'll just have to wait." What had she expected? Her clothing had been littering the floor, what else was there to do with it? Most people would take it as a measure of hospitality, but apparently not Miss Parker, unsurprisingly.

He examined her, she looked a little smaller, standing there with wet hair, wrapped in a towel. If not for her air of anger she was quite fetching like that, he couldn't help but think. She was fetching in generally, actually. Down to the way she moved. Her temper, however, was a topic best left unconsidered. He straightened up off the door frame and moved towards the door to the main room of his chambers, eyes still on her as he passed her. "I will descend for breakfast shortly. If you put something else on you may join me. Otherwise I will be most displeased if I return and find this place decimated." He didn't trust that she wouldn't break or destroy something if he left her alone, judging by how she'd previously handled her temper, but he did not keep anything in these rooms that was not easily replaceable. So it really wouldn't bother him much, past the display of malicious intent from her part.

It wasn't like he was purposely antagonizing her or anything. That would be a childish thing to do. At this moment, at least. She was a guest right now, and he had to treat her as such. That distant, business-like tone belonged to that rule. She was likely just in a foul mood in general. And he wasn't the cheeriest person, which meant that it wasn't likely her mood would improve until she left. He would just oust her now, but that would be quite rude. Certain formalities needed to be fulfilled. Or at least offered for her to snappishly refused. He really didn't care if she agreed and complied or not. That wasn't his problem, it was hers. He could really care less. Really. Completely. Obviously. He had more important things on his mind, things that he couldn't properly think about until he was alone. Until Sapphire, the object of these important thoughts which were currently tormenting him, left.

Sabine stretched lazily again and finished buttoning up his shirt. He pulled his hand through his hair again until he was decent, then pushed the door all the way open with his foot, looking through the door frame towards the fully closed door out into the hallway. "So, what will it be, Miss Parker?" He asked, his eyes flicking up to hers for a brief moment. He lifted an eyebrow, which did nothing to make his expression any less bored. This was honestly not the way he liked starting his mornings. Not to say that he hadn't enjoyed the previous evening, but that was an entirely different matter. The two weren't even up for comparison. Now Sapphire's passion was directed less at being madly seductive and more towards being madly...well...mad.