Immortal Lovers

You find him in a small empty cabin he was able to claim for his own. He'd be reading a book on the bed as she enter as to which he quickly closes and stands to greet her, he has his top half undressed allowing Cegari a look at the body he has underneath his clothes and his cloak, a surprisingly chiseled body with obvious strength flowing beneath. His finery's are folded on top of his cloak and only wearing the bottom half of his regular clothes, his feet bare. When he stands she notices his body is almost completely unmarked by scars except for a scar starts just above his right hip and continues down diagonally below the mark of his trousers; his hair a little messier than usual as he approaches her.

"My lady, I should've been listening for you I was engrossed in the book my apologies or I would have brought you in myself." he approaches and takes her hand as he gently guides her into the cabin.

She laughs softly, "You seemed so engrossed I'll admit to watching you a moment." She brushes at his hair, the salty air causing it be stiff and messy, and this causes a greater smile to creep up her lips, "You look...stunning." She muffles a giggle behind her hand, her short hair woven into 4 separate winding braids that are both intricately arranged, but of simple weave. She steps lightly into the cabin and sits, her back against the wall, at the foot of the bed, "What is it you wished to speak to me about?"

He laughs when she says she was watching and when her hand goes to his hair he almost leans into before saying "Thank you my lady, I was going to say that you yourself look quite incredible-" he places a hand on her waist "-the dress certainly compliments your figure Cegari."

He closes the door and sits next to her, close enough that their bodies are touching and he draws up one leg and rests an arm on her knee as he places a hand resting on her leg. "Have you been getting enough sleep lately? You've look tired for some time now I've noticed."

"Your constant stay as a bat had me worried...I figured you were deep in thought about your family, well...the Vasilvoks...and couldn't help but want to comfort you, I am simply not good at such things. I would rather settle my battles with sword and shield than with words...but I can't exactly knock you over the head and let the bad leak out." She bites her lip softly, "As I said...not good with words."Her fingers weave through yours as they rest on her leg, "This is my standard clothing. When I'm at home at least. I don't always wear my armor."

He laughs "My lady your presence is simply enough, it is why I remained on your shoulder alone. I have indeed been deep in thought and maybe more angry than I should be but there is nothing either of us can do about it at the moment. Short from destroying Rauviel, it won't satisfy. I just do what I can too... Sate it for now. And well you look resplendent" He smiles then a confused look passes over his face as he goes over your words."My lady you have not slept well because you have been worried about me?" His smile just grows really wide as he says that.

Noting his smile she punches him in the chest, and not in a playful manner, "You take jest at the discomfort you cause me?" She's not truly angry, but her lack of sleep was due to concern for him. She leans back again the wall and glares at him out of the corner of her eye, "Next time you can walk for yourself." She pretends to pout, but it is obvious she is not truly upset, "I slept some after my shift, I am well enough. Do you require feeding? It's been nearly a week since your last."

He places a hand on the mark which is probably beginning to form from the punch "My Lady I do not take jest. Your concern for my wellbeing made me happy. I am happy that you feel that level of emotion about me." He keeps his hand on hers and squeezes slightly

"I... I was going to ask but was still slightly embarrassed too-" he holds up a hand quickly "- and I know I shouldn't be because you are willing but 500 years of habit is hard to get rid of." He chuckles slightly but yes I would like to feed tonight, but not just yet. It has been some time since I have just been able to sit, talk and look up the night sky with you. Do you mind if we head to the deck and do that?"

Cegari presses their joined hands to the mark forming and smiles mischievously as she heals the bruise, "You still deserved it for causing me such sleepless worry." She stands gracefully and walks with him above deck and into the night. An ever watchful Daedalus stands at the helm, but the deck is quiet. The few hands needed go about their work, but the sea seems calm, and the sky glows with brilliant light.

He offers her his long cloak in case she feels the cold wind too much before they leave his cabin, and when they reach the deck he leads her to the bow of the ship and leans against the railing, looking upon her form for some time. As the light from the moon and the stars hits her, she positively glows "I think you are best in the night light, you look almost a goddess." he takes her hand and traces circles on the top of hand.

"Tell me more of yourself My Lady, I only know so much of you and most of that was formality for the party, I want to know the beautiful woman who truly lies beneath that armor, the one who walks around-" and he gestures at her clothes "-like this and smiles freely and giggles without hiding it" he laughs slightly his eyes glowing brighter in the night.

"There you would be fooled, Holder of Mine Heart. For the woman you seek has long been buried. With you it is easy, the darkness stays away...but I am of rare form. Most of my people, depending on their deeds in this life, become Deva or Rakshasa in the next. I have been both in this life, unheard of in the annuls of our times. My past lives were not always Deva either...which perhaps led to this strange happenstance of my life. I recall lives as humans, dwarves...even a Goliath at one point, strange as it is, I do not recall their fear of mortality." She sighs and looks to the heavens, "I've never been freed to laugh, and smile, never really had cause. My life was spent studying, and when that did not garner the results they added tutors and higher levels of training...I resorted to arcane powers to hide my changing form just so that I could be free of the endless solitary life. I thought perhaps if I had even an ounce of the visions they sought from me I could be free, but it was never enough. Eventually I found peace within myself, relinquished my hold on the arcane that drove me to a darker life, and found faith in the god of Freedom and Civilization. When my divinity returned to me I demanded my freedom. I explained that I would serve the council as they desired until my Sight developed."

She looks at Alucard, "I hide behind a mask of stone because I hold so much anger, as you do, for the life I was forced to live. I am free with you, but I still serve them." She motions to Daedalus, the careless wave of her hand meaning the entirety of the group, "but that was my vow to them, and I cannot break it." She pauses and takes a deep breath, continuing rapidly so that she has the courage to speak the words, "I know not what this is, between us. I only know that I care for you and about you in a way I have never experienced in this life or the thousands lived before; and whether this lasts an hour more or a lifetime, I will be pleased, for I am free with you. I will not regret a moment of this, for however long or short we have."

He listens intently for as long as she is talking taking all in that she is saying and when she finally stops he wraps his arms around her waist and pulls her close to him as he kisses her deeply, seemingly lasting a lifetime before he finally releases her and looks directly into her eyes. "That woman is not dead, because I refer only to you. The woman that stands in front of me is all that I have wanted. The woman in my arms is the woman I gave my heart too." he sighs slightly "you think there is darkness in your heart? Then it can mix with mine and we shall make one that functions perfectly. I promise to give you the freedom you seek. You are unique and I would not change anything about you, you are perfect in every way as you are right now, right here, in this moment with me."

"And I believe I know what it is between us for I have experienced this feeling once before in my long life."

"Who was she that you lost?" Cegari looks to him, "I know you have lived many centuries, even in my memories I know my heart was given before, but never as I feel now. Never so completely." She gives him a moment to respond, or not, as he chooses, but cannot wait long, for she longs for his embrace again. The kiss, for her, was too short. Nearly a week of not speaking more than standard greeting had made her question their connection, and she wished all doubt erased. As he thinks of the words to speak she leans into him and kisses him again. Her hands exploring the planes of his chest and shoulders, rising up until she frames his neck and face with her hands. The wind blows her sleeves around them like ribbons of color, his cloak pulling against her shoulders, but she cares not for the outside world, this moment is hers.

He feels a need in her kiss this time and wraps his arms around her body and takes her into his arms fully as he kisses her lifting her slightly off the deck as he does, pouring all his emotion into this next kiss. He tried to show her how much he felt for her and desired her in one kiss... He knows it can't be done, but in trying he knows she will feel there is more to be had.

"A woman once in my life when I was young, before even my turning, it was someone I was mean to marry someday a betrothed. I despised her at first, I am ashamed to admit, and I saw it as tying me down..." He looks sheepishly at you "...I was a bit... Wild in my younger years." He chuckles "she was a daughter of the second most powerful house in the land. At first I wanted nothing to do with her nor did she want anything to do with me but our family persisted so we caved and got to know each other... She loved to draw I remember that, she was... taken from me." He says as a hand moves from Cegari's waist and onto the scar on his hip.

Cegari sits upon the deck, her back to the railing and the wind, drawing his coat over her. She does not pull him to her, allowing him to choose to stand or sit. "Does she live still? Is she like you?"

He sits next to her, kisses her cheek as he does and puts an arm around her. He idly begins playing with her braids. "She doesn't no. We were...out in the lands one day travelling together, when a Tulgar burst from the brushes and in one movement broke her neck... and I ran, there was no power in me to avenge her not against a monster like that." he pauses slightly and takes her hand with his free one "I think because it was sudden, that made it even worse, there was no time for goodbyes and no chance to save her. In one instant she was no more."

He leans forward and kisses Cegari's forehead "But now I have power. And I will use it so not only will you be free with me, one day I will help you to be free no matter where you. I will just hope I will be by your side until the end of days."

"Truly I am sorry for your loss of her; perhaps your rage would not be so had she lived. Tragedy is a great part of our world these days, and will ever be I fear." She leans against his strength, "I do not fear being bound, it is just different with you, I don't feel the anger or resentment, and I don't feel the darkness inside. Somehow you are a light to me." Her finger draws thoughtless circles on his thigh as she speaks softly, "The end of days...would that we could live forever as this now." Her mind runs through all they have to do...Mara's Vengeance, The Chained Ones, the Lich King, some fancy weapons for their new comrades...It was with these thoughts that her first true vision manifests, she hides her shock, and with a quiet sigh..."Time alone will dictate our paths." She rubs the heel of her hands against her eyes, though they have little to do with what she sees, "I do not wish to worry about then, or what is to come, I wish only for the now.

"It will indeed dictate our path but... While we stay on a path together or ones that keep us close. I will be by your side." He stops playing with her and tries to gently pull her closer so she can rest her head on him as he leans against the railing. "and I will aim to continue to be a light in your lives. I thought that I loved Aleera once... And in less than two months I feel stronger about you than I ever did for her..." He reaches up and cups her face and rubs his thumb gently along her face as he kisses her, it seems more than any kiss before this time. It's gentler but...stronger at the same time, all his worries melt away at that moment in time all that exists to him is the stars and the beauty that is in front of him right now, his hand moves to her bare shoulder as he pulls her closer to him as he pours his heart into her with a kiss.

Cegari responds, turning slowly towards him, moving with her lithe grace until her knees once again straddle his thighs, emotions she never dared feel rise within her chest, her hands shake, but she lets them be free. Shakily she undoes the ties at her waist and lets the robe fall open. Even should they be disturbed, her flesh would be for his eyes alone, and beneath her robe is only that. When his lips leave hers she guides them first to her throat, wanting to experience the power of his thirst. While his fangs lengthen she buries her fingers in his hair, tilting her head back for him.

He watches her quietly as she mounts him again and his tongue seems to swell in his mouth and he cannot speak as her robe falls open and he looks upon the image of beauty in front of him, her bare flesh exposed for his eyes and he feels his blood boil as he tears his eyes away from her body as they kiss again and she slowly guides him to her throat and he trails his lips down her neck as his fangs increase in size as he rears his head "My heart will always be yours"

And he sinks his teeth into her neck deep, he feeds on her as he would only the most intimate of lovers, a feeding he hasn't done in many years, he slips an arm into her robe and wraps it around her body to feel her bare flesh as his other goes to the back of her neck pushing her bare torso against his own as he feeds. He drinks slowly this time, taking his time, each feeding beforehand has lasted maybe a minute at most, this one lasts for over two minutes but draws small amounts of blood, she still feels light headed but everything feels... different than the other feedings, it cannot be understood fully to her if certain heightened senses are not experienced before.

She whimpers but not in pain, her skin is sensitive to his touch and she welcomes it. Her mind reaches for his, draws the emotion to her, feels the embrace through his mind, into her own. Though it is as a shadow compared to her own, she registers the oneness of the moment. Her hips flex as his arms wrap around her, skin to skin instead of the coarse barrier of cloth. Her body warms, readying for something her memories know to be familiar, but her body knows not at all.

He releases his fangs from her body and shortens them and his eyes are positively ablaze with passion and emotion and he looks at her and possibly with a little blood on his lips as he again pulls her close and kisses her hard, the kiss lasting and lasting before it becomes another kiss then another and another. He doesn't cover the wounds he made this time and trickle of blood trails down the front of her body as he feels the soft texture of her bare flash once again, exploring what he can as if he hasn't ever before.

Cegari doesn't bother to glance around the ship; she doesn't care what the others will say if they see. She knows what she wants and it's him, and she doesn't intend to wait. Her mind reacts faster than her instincts and she reaches for his coat, "Quickly" she says, and stands, covering herself and moving back to the cabins, back to his bed. Once there, back in privacy she closes the door to his room, places the book as a door stop and allows his coat and her robe to fall to the ground, a small trickle of blood trails down her neck, over her breast, resting at the peak, "I am yours, for always, no matter the paths we take." He does not know of her vision, he does not know that even if he hates her so thoroughly that he would kill her, she would love him still, would give him the gift of her life so that he could live.

He follows quickly his feet padding silent across the deck as he almost runs to his room, overtaking her quickly but not going too far ahead. He turns and looks at her as he sees the robe and coat fall from her shoulders to her floor and he just gapes at her for a second he cannot help but lick his lips as he watches the blood run down onto her breast and he snaps up to her face again and with a look of pure lust and strides over to her and kisses her he puts his hands onto her buttocks and picks her up pushing her against the door.

His lips begin to aggressively seek her own and now with her against the wall his hands are freer to explore her body. He slides his hands over every bit of flesh that isn't pushed against his body, ample bottom, and her smooth hips to her waist, her face, everything he can, now that he is able. His nails dig into her flesh slightly as he grips too hard. It's been years for him and never with someone so beautiful.

Gone was the gentleman that had spoken with her so kindly and showed her a gentle strength, her mind registered this for only a moment before her passion rose to greet his. The kiss is aggressive, or series of kisses as it were, as if he couldn't get enough of her taste. She grasps his shoulders as he picks her up and crushes her against the wall, his once gentle hands roam with a viscous need. She doesn't care. She wants the touch, the grip, she revels in the knowledge he needs her, her body aches for what he offers. After a few minutes of rough, fast paced passion building foreplay Cegari pushes against him, her strength matching his, but as she stands bare before him she demands the same with her eyes, never moving far from him. Her lips seek his as her hands fight his for purchase of his trouser laces. She steps back to watch him undress fully. One of her hands grips her blood marked breast, her second hand reaches between her legs and parts the moist region that heats with his touch and aches when he's near. Her fingers delve into her own flesh as she watches him pause in his movements to stare at her silent seduction.

He loves that she replies in kind to his advances that she meets him with the same ferocity that he is giving to her. This passionate need for him that he is giving her, sharing with her, growing with each moment passing in each other's presence.

He's slightly surprised when she pushes against him and places her feet against the floor but it doesn't last long as she moves to his trousers and he chuckles in understanding as he brushes her hands aside and she steps back from him as he takes his trouser laces and undoes them quickly and pushes his trousers to the floor as his quite substantial length springs free and it points straight toward her with the slightest of upward curves as he steps out of his trousers, she can see the scar on his hip almost reaches to his groin and he growls at her with a smile as he watches the incredibly erotic display she is providing for him. She can see his chest rising and falling deeply as he breathing becomes rougher as deep red eyes bore into her and he steps towards her

"My lady I did not know you could be so lewd... And I love it" he says in a voice much lower than even his deep normal one, he almost growls it at her