Post by ipsey on Dec 11, 2020 10:31:34 GMT -5
Once free of the monastery, she took off her shoes and she ran.
She’d been holding back the whole time, forcing herself to maintain that masque of civility before the Dux and the Prince. Her anonymity gone in the wind, she could now only be herself. Her beast stirred in her and she ran through Venice.
She had no thoughts for gondolas; like all of her clan she craved physicality. Nothing but foot to pavement, propelling her forward with each step. She found her way back to familiar paths and moved by muscle memory to a great orange beacon calling her home.
She wound her way through the twisting paths into the Glass Curtain. Before Paolo could stand to greet her, she moved with practice muscle memory, flicking a solid silver peso into his basket with practiced ease. She didn’t look or acknowledge him, just pushed past him with one goal in mind.
Once inside she stopped, taking in the sights around her. Not to plan or plot her next move, but to direct it. She must have looked a sight indeed - her makeup artfully applied and undisturbed, in the gown of an Aragonese Viscomtesse and her proud Catalonian heritage on display. Her snood had fallen on the run and she pulled it off in a smooth motion, letting the wild mane of her curls fall freely around her face. When she saw him, she waited until she knew he’d seen her, and moved on him in an instance.
“Lux? What the hell are you dressed up for?” Innor asked with a frown knotting his brow as she closed the distance between him. She didn’t answer him, staring at him for a long moment in her preternatural stillness. Then she struck.
She seized him by the back of the neck and pulled him down into a kiss, fast and hungry and hard. He pulled back to protest, but she held him there for a moment, letting her tension flow out of her before she released him, but just enough to press her forehead to his.
“Lux, I’m workin’!” He protested, but a smile remained on his lips, stained as they were by her cosmetics. She laughed briefly and let him go, smiling as she looked up into his eyes.
“So am I.” She grinned, feeling giddy. She reached into her pocket to produce her handkerchief to clean his face. “I met the Prince. I… made an impression.” She smiles broadly. “He acknowledged me.”
His eyes widened in surprise, and he smiled at her. “Oh. Well, that’s good.” He said, shifting back to his ominous position, leaning against the stairs. “Why’d ya have to come here and kiss me for, in front of everyone like that then? We coulda talked about it later.”
She smiled sadly, using her thumb to wipe away the last of her lip color from his mouth. “We only ever have this one moment. We only ever have right now, with each other. If all I get to have of you is one night, or one kiss… I want that to be how I remember you. I want that to be how you remember me. Whenever it ends, I want you to remember me well.“
“Shit, Lux.” He grumbled, crossing his arms over his chest. She knew he didn’t like being put on the spot like this, in front of everyone. “I told you,” He said in a low voice. “We’re in the same boat.”
She nods, withdrawing her hand. “As long as we can have this, the other doesn’t matter.” She says sadly, taking the time to look him over with a long, relishing look. “If you feel up to it, come find me at the Lucerne before dawn. I’d like to see you again.”
He scowled, but he nodded. “I’m workin’” He repeated, scanning over the bar and hoping nobody was too invested in Lux’s outburst.
“So am I.” She repeated, looking at him with a note of wistful longing. “… The Prince, The Dux, and the Seneschal have sent for you, as soon as possible.”
She’d been holding back the whole time, forcing herself to maintain that masque of civility before the Dux and the Prince. Her anonymity gone in the wind, she could now only be herself. Her beast stirred in her and she ran through Venice.
She had no thoughts for gondolas; like all of her clan she craved physicality. Nothing but foot to pavement, propelling her forward with each step. She found her way back to familiar paths and moved by muscle memory to a great orange beacon calling her home.
She wound her way through the twisting paths into the Glass Curtain. Before Paolo could stand to greet her, she moved with practice muscle memory, flicking a solid silver peso into his basket with practiced ease. She didn’t look or acknowledge him, just pushed past him with one goal in mind.
Once inside she stopped, taking in the sights around her. Not to plan or plot her next move, but to direct it. She must have looked a sight indeed - her makeup artfully applied and undisturbed, in the gown of an Aragonese Viscomtesse and her proud Catalonian heritage on display. Her snood had fallen on the run and she pulled it off in a smooth motion, letting the wild mane of her curls fall freely around her face. When she saw him, she waited until she knew he’d seen her, and moved on him in an instance.
“Lux? What the hell are you dressed up for?” Innor asked with a frown knotting his brow as she closed the distance between him. She didn’t answer him, staring at him for a long moment in her preternatural stillness. Then she struck.
She seized him by the back of the neck and pulled him down into a kiss, fast and hungry and hard. He pulled back to protest, but she held him there for a moment, letting her tension flow out of her before she released him, but just enough to press her forehead to his.
“Lux, I’m workin’!” He protested, but a smile remained on his lips, stained as they were by her cosmetics. She laughed briefly and let him go, smiling as she looked up into his eyes.
“So am I.” She grinned, feeling giddy. She reached into her pocket to produce her handkerchief to clean his face. “I met the Prince. I… made an impression.” She smiles broadly. “He acknowledged me.”
His eyes widened in surprise, and he smiled at her. “Oh. Well, that’s good.” He said, shifting back to his ominous position, leaning against the stairs. “Why’d ya have to come here and kiss me for, in front of everyone like that then? We coulda talked about it later.”
She smiled sadly, using her thumb to wipe away the last of her lip color from his mouth. “We only ever have this one moment. We only ever have right now, with each other. If all I get to have of you is one night, or one kiss… I want that to be how I remember you. I want that to be how you remember me. Whenever it ends, I want you to remember me well.“
“Shit, Lux.” He grumbled, crossing his arms over his chest. She knew he didn’t like being put on the spot like this, in front of everyone. “I told you,” He said in a low voice. “We’re in the same boat.”
She nods, withdrawing her hand. “As long as we can have this, the other doesn’t matter.” She says sadly, taking the time to look him over with a long, relishing look. “If you feel up to it, come find me at the Lucerne before dawn. I’d like to see you again.”
He scowled, but he nodded. “I’m workin’” He repeated, scanning over the bar and hoping nobody was too invested in Lux’s outburst.
“So am I.” She repeated, looking at him with a note of wistful longing. “… The Prince, The Dux, and the Seneschal have sent for you, as soon as possible.”