| Magpie's Attic; The little antique shop Ed runs, tucked in a corner of the Arts District. | |
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| Annovie | Aug 11 2014, 10:07 PM Post #1 |
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Ed pulled Damien through the streets until they reached a little shop on the corner. It was just one piece of the bottom floor of a larger building, sectioned off into shops with an external walkway, brick walls and large display windows. A wooden sign hung over the shop's front door, Magpie's Attic burned into the grain in artful letters. When Ed unlocked the door and pushed it open, the sound of the bell seemed to shatter a wall of static, raising the hair on the back of his neck. He reached up and tapped the bell as he walked in, like he was reassuring the little chime, and flicked on an old lamp on the wall. On the outside, it was just brick and glass and financial struggle. On the inside, it was a veritable Diagon Alley. Rows of shelves and creaking tables were layered with merchandise, old boxes with inlays and locks, jewelry tarnished or revived and spotless, mirrors (some covered, some not), glasses and bowls, fountain pens and books, globes and empty spheres, entire collections of dried bugs or even small animal skeletons. Board games and baubles of unknown origin filled one table, while geodes, crystals, and fossils covered another. One corner featured items directed mostly at the young, curious, and deluded, the descriptive notes below the wands, card decks, and rings hinting at the items' magical histories. There was a headdress of lace and feathers, a shawl of stitched silk and gold, a stand of perfume bottles, and a glass case of separated powders and dehydrated flowers. In the back was an entire barrel of walking sticks and staves, and there even hung a heavy, dark blue and bronze cloak on the wall. Some of the main attractions set out were a pair of stone earrings, flecked with gold, and a glass case with a rose vine, long dead but still preserved and beautiful, twisted around and woven along the glass walls. The lighting was poor and uneven, making the whole place seem larger and more twisted as a person would navigate the rows, and the colors clashed even in the dark. Instead of Ed's cigarettes, the shop smelled like incense and ancient flowers. On top of all of that, there wasn't a spot of floor uncovered by a rug, a place on the wall in want of tapestries, or a square foot of ceiling not hung with more chimes, bird cages, embellished lamps, or whatever else hell could dream up. "Well, come in," Ed mumbled with a shrug, glancing around his shop like a dragon taking count of his treasures. Once he and Damien were inside, he shut and locked the door carefully, ensuring the "closed" sign was still in place with the store hours posted. That done, he shied away from the windows, counting a box of iridescent pebbles on a back counter. "At least Officer Friendly won't find us here. It's closer than my apartment, in any case." Edited by Annovie, Aug 11 2014, 10:22 PM.
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| SpaceCat | Aug 11 2014, 10:41 PM Post #2 |
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Escaping from the winding streets should have felt like a blessing, with the coppers finally of their tails, but Damien only felt a twinge of uncertainty, and befuddlement, as he waited outside the door instinctively. It was as if invisible chains wrapped around his ankles and a thin sheet a glass protected the entrance. His feet only lifted off the ground as he was offered an invitation, though he would never admit if what he did was by choice or by curse. The inside of the building might have been too much stimulation for him to handle, eyes flickering from one object to another, some emitting an aura even someone as disconnected as Damian could pick up. The dark room made his pupils dilate, focusing in on the smaller detail, unknowingly walking forward, as if in a trance. The vampire skimmed a finger over a thin layer of ancient dust on a table, leaving it completely undisturbed. His eyes then met a flower arrangement, dehydrated and looming from what must have been years without any sort of attention. It must have been thirsty… So very thirsty… Lifting a hand Damien reached out to one of the wilted rose buds, touching it gently, only to watch the petals crack, and two or three flutter onto the glass tabletop, crumbling from the light impact. He didn’t look away for several long seconds; only the ticking of clocks and disturbed chimes breaking the silence. Was he spoken too? Right! Can’t be too creepy or you’ll scare off the human! “Y-yeah…” He said, slowly turning back around, giving his hospitable friend a similar look to the ones he was giving the knick-knacks. “So, pretty boy, do you have a name?” he said, fangs showing through his smile, making his face all the more angular in the dark environment. Edited by SpaceCat, Aug 18 2014, 02:17 AM.
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| Annovie | Aug 12 2014, 02:24 AM Post #3 |
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"You think I'm pretty?" Ed pulled the classic rom-com line and batted his eyelashes before snorting and turning back to the colored stones. They hadn't really been alone before, and it made him nervous, which made him edgy. "My name's Ed. Sorry about the magician shit back there, Damien. Didn't mean to scare you." With a sigh to brace him, he turned around and leaned the small of his back on the counter. He was going to get eaten now, for his stupidity. He should've taken refuge in the club or sided with the cop. He had nothing to recommend Damien's character to him. Still, they'd come this far. If he could just make sure they were friends, he would be alright, and all of that night wouldn't be for nothing. |
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| SpaceCat | Aug 12 2014, 11:18 PM Post #4 |
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“Ed…” He repeated, the word clicking in his brain as the title of fine art. He took a few steps closer, either not noticing the joke, or too far-gone to care. “Pretty? No… I think you’re absolutely breath taking.” He said, pinning the man against the counter in a fluid motion. “But you think I’m just some blood sucker? No… You aren’t lucky enough for that.” He said, cold breathe hitting the man’s face. “If I wanted to kill you I would have done it already. I want to drain you, make you beg, and turn you into just another loyal servant.” His hands were placed ever so gently around the other, their bodies not even touching. “If I killed you, you could leave with your pride intact, but by the end of this you’re going to worship me…” And the vampire prayed he wouldn’t call his bluff. |
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| Annovie | Aug 13 2014, 11:55 AM Post #5 |
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In that first, visceral reaction, the blood drained from Ed's cheeks, and his fingers clenched on the edge of the counter. His fear quickly turned to a grim smugness, though, and he smirked back at Damien. This was his home field. This was his stronghold. You don't threaten a warlock in his own tower. "Ooh, I love when you talk like that," he joked, though his voice was flat and tense, a cornered snake. The back wall of the store behind him darkened, the shadows twitched, and something manic writhed behind the dead grey of his eyes. It was just a momentary, peripheral warning as he collected his focus to defend himself. "But babe, we do this my way, or I can put your skull on display and sell your blood per ounce. I want us to be friends, I really do, but don't threaten me." |
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| SpaceCat | Aug 13 2014, 04:53 PM Post #6 |
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What was that? It looked like fear, if only for a second, but then changed to something sinister… The vortex of blackened magics trapped in the eyes of the other was so proverbial that it stayed in the back of Damien’s mind, calling forth a flashback he was too lazy to focus on. The dread that threatened to come forth was so familiar that Damien couldn’t find the stomach to continue his pestering. He felt as if he had to let off, standing up straight, and fixing his collar, trying to make it seem like he simply didn’t want to dirty his hands with a fight. “Threat? You must have misinterpreted my meaning.” He said, a single hand reaching out, and brushing against the warm skin. It was as firm and uninviting as porcelain pressed against the cheek. “Think of it more as… A prediction.” Why was this one so different? He was right there, practically begging to become just another meal, but his beauty was too enticing. It was like looking at a fine dessert, but enjoying the craftsmanship so much that it went to waste. |
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| Annovie | Aug 13 2014, 06:32 PM Post #7 |
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Ed didn't exactly relax, but he unwound his shoulders and tilted his head by a fraction. He didn't want to be drained, and he didn't want to be a mind-slave. People - mages - warlocks, especially - tended to react violently when they felt their free will was in danger. Most didn't leave much room for interpretation about that. He didn't move when Damien touched him, but his eyes darted down to the vampire's hand. Damn, flirting was hard when he was scared. He felt like a kitten, all fluffed up and trying to be intimidating but really just making itself more of a target. "I'm serious. I'll feed you, but if I think you're going too far, I'll make you stop," he informed him, careful not to let a tremor into his voice. He was just a glutton for punishment. |
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| SpaceCat | Aug 13 2014, 07:19 PM Post #8 |
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This guy was literally pinned to a table five seconds ago, and didn’t do anything. What was going too far? Killing his cat? Damien would never drink someone dry, though; he even bought orange juice at three in the morning for one guy... God, that night sucked... In that moment Damien remembered something. Yes, it had been so long sense he had been laid he had just forgotten it existed on the consciousness of most males. “I think it’s only best that I enlighten you.” He said scratching the back of his head, as if this conversation hadn’t been dark five seconds ago. “Vampires don’t exactly… well you see when we drink blood...” This was like seventh grade all over again. “Well when a mommy vampire and daddy vampire, which don’t actually exist, but play along for the sake of the metaphor, love each other very much, they bite each other’s necks.” He regained his usual composer "So there’s not really a reason for me to go too far." he said, chuckling slightly, trying to stave off the awkward. Edited by SpaceCat, Aug 18 2014, 02:21 AM.
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| Annovie | Aug 13 2014, 07:57 PM Post #9 |
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"Oh, sex?" Ed asked ever so tactfully. "Yeah, I don't give a shit. I just don't wanna die." He snorted and gave Damien a grin, and he finally started to relax against the counter. Nothing to defuse the tension like "the talk." "So, now that that's cleared up. Be gentle this time, or I'll cry or something." He had to consciously sort through the defenses he'd prepared. If he was too spring-loaded against anything Damien did, he would end up snapping at the slightest pain and cursing him for nothing. Then again, he wasn't going to entirely drop his guard. Christ on a cracker, he couldn't even relax enough to think about sex. It was all magic, shields, blood. |
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| SpaceCat | Aug 13 2014, 09:03 PM Post #10 |
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Or something? This guy was really giving it his all… But Damien refused to be called anything but committed, and maybe sexy, and proceeded to do as he was requested, moving his hand to Ed’s shoulder and pulling the man closer, biting down on his neck. It’s a misconception that vampires looks attractive while eating, because Damien’s eyes were wide and his mouth was agape, loud sucking noises emanating from his mouth. He didn’t exactly know how to be gentle and still break the skin, so he tried to just get the puncturing over with, as he felt Ed’s heart rate increase against his lips. A fast heart would only make the ecstasy end sooner. Damien liked to call it premature exsanguination. It was almost a shame that he had fed in the alley as well, because Ed’s blood was intoxicating. The taste of blood out weighed any human foods he had ever wasted stomach space with. The primal urge for blood and satisfaction, couple with the flavor, made it more pleasurable than anything he had done in his human life. Sadly, Because of his interrupted feeding, Damien had to cut it short, pulling away and taking a breath, admiring the afterglow of finally being full, satisfied with a feeding partner for the first time in ages. “Shit…” He murmured, a droplet of blood falling from his chin, onto the flannel he wore. “That was better…” Edited by SpaceCat, Aug 15 2014, 08:42 PM.
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