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[So. It's been a couple months, perhaps, since things became very strange for a certain elf and...probably pretty routine for everyone else in Aravalle. Sure, a small menagerie of woodland animals has managed to sneak into the castle grounds and disturb the poor gardeners and groundskeeper, and Shirin herself is actually remarkably difficult to find for anyone who can't track her by blood, but she's a quiet semi-permanent houseguest, and does her best not to disturb the staff while they wait for the masquerade to pass. She declined--vehemently to be seen in the capital; her being anywhere near politics was very unlikely to go over well with the elves and it probably wasn't worth international incident for Konstantin to bring a snack to the whole thing.

But now that things are due for a return from whatever ridiculous debacle the party was, certain elves are...oddly restless. Prone to pacing the length and breadth of the castle like some sort of caged beast. Unsettling the hell out of pretty much every member of the household and Aravalle's own court. Possibly pinning one noble to a wall with an arrow after he got too pointedly loud about complaining where she could hear. Things like that.]

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Of course not. The scion of an out-of-favor ruling line must have her own secrets that make our dalliances look trifling. Tell me then, what significance would you have me play?

It's not really...[She trails off, and laughs, a little weakly.]

You ask me to state my preference, Konstantin, but it hardly matters. Here or at the wall is no different--the people here just fear me for far simpler reasons. And it isn't as though I can return there if I wanted to. They...would very much like it, if you were to kill me, the consequences fully draining me would have be damned.

I am aware of what they would like, what my servants would like, and what I would like. I will only ask you to tell me what you wish once more, Shirin.

I'm--I must take this circuitous route. This is difficult, for me.

All I've ever wanted was...was a home I could go back to. Nearly 200 years and I've never had that, to my memory. I'm not sure it's possible, as the world stands now.

[It may be becoming apparent that she doesn't know that the servants are fond of her, despite how terrified of her power's effect on the land they may be. Sadelf.jpg.]

You realize my staff is exceptionally fond of you, yes? Enough to where they would probably be rather thrilled if you became a permanent resident in this little menagerie of mine.

[He chuckles.]

If you wish a home, Shirin, I will offer you one, here...

'Fond'? [ROLLS TO DISBELIEVE.]

...As a permanent snack? You can't subsist only on my blood, I'm told that's rather bad for you after a while. But...

But I doubt you'd have to kill anyone else, while I still live. There's not much else I can really offer in return. I was never allowed to learn real control of my magic.

[A beat.]

Which, ah. Would imply that I accept.

[She can be taught!]

Fantastic, then.

[He smiles, standing up and slowly advancing on her.]

I would have some proof of your loyalty in this matter, then, Shirin?

You're going to have to be more specific, I don't have the tools to slap a matching tattoo on you and I'd hate to damage that delicate skin.

[Ah, yes, sass the vampire advancing on you and you basically agreed to let chew on you whenever. Good idea.]

I rather enjoy your bravado, Shirin, hollow as it might be... I wonder if you'll insist you don't enjoy this part as well.

[It is amazing how fast he can clear that room, without it looking like more than an unhurried walk.]

You want me to be clear about that you're gonna have to work for it, I am fairly certain that's how it works for humans too.

Oh, I don't think you can help but be clear about it, Shirin.

[And yeah, he's leaning in and just biting her. Not like last time, where it was sudden, but rather actually letting his fangs take their time to sink in this time. He also doesn't seem to drink as much before he licks the wound closed.]

[Yeah she can't really muffle the noise that got out of her, because this is apparently one kinky damn elf you've acquired, Konstantin, and she ends up kind of leaning on him, a little.]

...Now this is just unfair.

No, Shirin. This is purely unfair.

[She wanted him to run his fangs up one of her ears, and then lick the scratch closed, right?]

And if you would like, I will be glad to do it and more nightly. All I ask is that you officially cut ties with the elven court, so that my county does not become a scene of international intrigue or a case of casus belli for your former queen.

[Groaning, and then laughing, faintly.]

She couldn't. She struck down the old Queen, and while the need to do so was unquestionable, it is still a sin. The Najafi were never her subjects, nor can she ever again directly act against one of us. But I suppose I might as well be official about it. Perhaps even slightly rude.

As for you...Didn't I just say a purely elven diet is bad for you? What power my blood grants will drive you insane unless you temper it with something else. So if you're offering after my pleasure, you're going to have to do so in an arena I can fight back.

[That was an incredibly roundabout way of demanding sex, Shirin.]

I think your elvish manner of speaking around the point is working against you. Here, in human kingdoms, we speak to the point unless the matter demands we don't.

[He runs those fangs over her neck, then, without biting or breaking skin, just the reminder of sharpness as he talks.]

Tell me what you want, Shirin.

Hmm.

[She shivers pretty hard, but she is apparently taking the opportunity to snake a hand down between him and grope at whatever he's hiding in those tight leather pants.]

That's a problem. Because what I want involves you thinking far less clearly through a frankly ridiculous level of lust. Tends to make the sex better that way.

[She might be getting more than she expected in that sort of teasing. Excalibur jokes, etc. He will respond in kind by grabbing her ass.]

I see... Well then, my bed is right there.

And you are kind of preventing me from moving, so.

[Not that she's helping, any, because she is definitely working on getting her had actually in his pants and, well, she's actually pretty incredibly dexterous, so good luck.]

[He pinches her ass then, and then pulls away, heading for the bed even with his pants half undone. Ain't nothing going to slow down a goddamn vampire, it seems.]

[She is apparently taking this as a challenge, because not only does she slap his ass on her way bedward, she's also casually pulling off her own shirt in one smooth motion as she goes.

She is, as one might expect, incredibly hot, and her tattoo comment might make a bit more sense now, since she has a lovely pair of half-sleeves that go across her shoulders in spiralling, intricate designs. Since he can read elven, he may be able to make out it's mostly detailing her place and relation inside the Najafi family.]

[Well, he could do just that, yes, or he could he respond to her doing that by just openly groping both of her breasts with surprisingly nimble hands. He does seem to be looking over her tattoos some, but it might be somthing to look at while he gropes and goes after one of her ears.]

[That does get a yelp out of her--partially because unless he remembered to pump some blood through them his hands are probably a little colder than she's used to, but also because she's actually incredibly sensitive, as it turns out. She's also going to respond by leaning up to lick up his neck, see how he likes it!]

[He seems to like it actually quite a bit, bit it's not making him stop in groping her in the slightest, though. It does however get a bit of a chuckle out of him.]

Isn't honesty rewarding?

You are way too coherent.

[Seriously, buddy. That's just getting her back down in his pants with the legendary sword down there, and she's going to be fucking ruthless in how she teases him.]

[That gets an actual hiss out of him, and him stumbling back some toward the bed. but she will find two can play at this game, and that his hands have leeched enough body heat to where his own downstairs teasing won't be too cold, fortunately.]