01-05-2014, 11:33 AM
When Jaxen next flashed another conspiratorial smile toward Oriena, he found her space hollowed. He twisted, scanning what his height allowed, until he found her hovering around the bar. Others approached and retreated with their liquid treasures. They were in arms reach of a goddess and barely paid her enough attention to not step on her. Though first hand experience knew the gesture to be more of avoiding dirt on their shoes than consideration of her welfare.
Luckily for him, the assholes around here couldn't see her potential. Two dresses on the floor and you couldn't tell which woman wore the more expensive one. For the most part. For Jaxen, she wasn't necessarily another score to rock. She was a conquest to win; a wave of the hand and smile when she sat on his lap; victorious because he saw beneath the forced allowences and knew her nature. A cat nuzzling your leg was much more interesting than a dog salivating all over your foot.
Jealousy spiked surprise when someone leaned over her shoulder. He was nobody recognizable, but neither was he out of place like Candyman. Whatever was said, Oriena was hardly entertained and waved him away with another placating gesture drizzled with aggrevation. Jaxen quickly realized the necessity to wrap up his doings here, lest she lose herself to her own internal monologues and lump him in with all the rest of the nuisances. Their dance, the foreplay, the heat of their kiss was all fading. Not that Jaxen was incapable of resurrecting the imagines at the snap of a finger, but women were fickle creatures, and Oriena was drifting.
He considered his mark once more. The Ascendancy was already downriver, having moved on from Jaxen and Axel and the rest. His boy toy, however, flanked closer. Considering the way the tale of the hot-headed Yuri ended with his loudmouth frenching the floor, Jaxen was gentle in his approach. He was no hostile to fling down, but he did have the kind of smile that invited men and women to come closer when he wanted. The cut of Jaxen's suit was trim against his body. A matte velvet red that lured to be touched if only to find an impressive density of sinew beneath. Alric had the look, when he wasn't decapitating fellows, that Jaxen had no problem manipulating. Of course, a pretty face like his was probably on the look out for men and women alike who'd use him to get to the Ascendancy. So it was best to not come on too strong. After all, Jaxen was definitely interested in someone else. Looking Alric up and down, even Jaxen would admit he was a handsome man, so no offense intended, but yeah, pretty much anyone else.
Arms crossed, he caught the man's eye and shook his head wearily. "Don't get me wrong,"
he said, "faceplanting idiots like that one,"
he nodded toward Yuri, "does have a fun ring to it."
Then he smiled mischeviously, sharing a secretive suggestion between them, "but don't let your man have all the fun."
He pat Alric on the shoulder and stepped in a bit closer as though to walk by the man, both to share the heat of one another's presence, but just enough to flutter a heart rate and disguise the slipping of the small bag of drugs into one of the man's many loose pockets. He had already proven to be carrying a pistol, and although his suit was tailored fine as anyone else's, that had to include room for the holster and anything else he was packing - which Jaxen made sure to nod about, impressed. "Plenty of opportunity at a place like this."
He said quietly and made his way onward. If Alric's heart rate spiked, so also did Jaxen's. The difference being that he'd do anything in his power to get what he wanted, and at this very moment, he wanted nothing more than to stir up a shitload of trouble and escape with Oriena's grip on his arm.
The cop was almost gone, but Jaxen found him at the door. He had a don't fuck with me kid look on his face. Or maybe the look was more of a please fuck with me so I can arrest you look. Either way, his mood was dangerous, and Jaxen lifted his hands like a peace offering before getting too close. Oriena was the only one he intended to face plant him tonight.
"If you're looking for trouble. I'd suggest finding the guy that's peddling the illegal drugs. Lots of good Custody tax dollars going down the drain right here."
Then he slapped his hand over his mouth childishly, like he'd let a secret slip he shouldn't! His eyes widened along with a jokerish grin, and from behind his chest, he hid a finger pointing out the Big Bad Wolf himself and his little cub pawing around behind him. "I find it hard to believe Brandon wouldn't be too happy that a Chief Inspector let probable evidence slip between his fingers. Especially when someone closest to him was implicated."
Jaxen sighed and looked to the ceiling with a shrug. "Probably should check it out. But its up to you, my good sir."
He mocked a salute and spun on one purple shoe to stride away. There was one last box to check on this list. If anything went down after they left, it'd be on the news tomorrow. If not, then Alric and Nikolai could enjoy themselves some street candy and fuck each other over it. If nothing else, then Yuri would go home crying to his mama over losing however much that bag was worth. Jaxen tipped the guy that carried his luggage more money, but no doubt, Yuri would miss it.
Behind Oriena, he turned her squarely away from him with the press of his fingers. He placed his lips to the bare back of her shoulder then lifted enough to find her ear. "Done."
He said with a sinister ring to it. Feeling more powerful than ever, he closed his hands around the bony curve of her shoulders to lead her as he had commanded on stage at Kallisti. "I made you a promise, didn't I?"
He spoke as though his heat alone could melt the diamond cut of her eyes. To make you scream, they said. Remember?
<small>((Alric moded with permission))</small>
Luckily for him, the assholes around here couldn't see her potential. Two dresses on the floor and you couldn't tell which woman wore the more expensive one. For the most part. For Jaxen, she wasn't necessarily another score to rock. She was a conquest to win; a wave of the hand and smile when she sat on his lap; victorious because he saw beneath the forced allowences and knew her nature. A cat nuzzling your leg was much more interesting than a dog salivating all over your foot.
Jealousy spiked surprise when someone leaned over her shoulder. He was nobody recognizable, but neither was he out of place like Candyman. Whatever was said, Oriena was hardly entertained and waved him away with another placating gesture drizzled with aggrevation. Jaxen quickly realized the necessity to wrap up his doings here, lest she lose herself to her own internal monologues and lump him in with all the rest of the nuisances. Their dance, the foreplay, the heat of their kiss was all fading. Not that Jaxen was incapable of resurrecting the imagines at the snap of a finger, but women were fickle creatures, and Oriena was drifting.
He considered his mark once more. The Ascendancy was already downriver, having moved on from Jaxen and Axel and the rest. His boy toy, however, flanked closer. Considering the way the tale of the hot-headed Yuri ended with his loudmouth frenching the floor, Jaxen was gentle in his approach. He was no hostile to fling down, but he did have the kind of smile that invited men and women to come closer when he wanted. The cut of Jaxen's suit was trim against his body. A matte velvet red that lured to be touched if only to find an impressive density of sinew beneath. Alric had the look, when he wasn't decapitating fellows, that Jaxen had no problem manipulating. Of course, a pretty face like his was probably on the look out for men and women alike who'd use him to get to the Ascendancy. So it was best to not come on too strong. After all, Jaxen was definitely interested in someone else. Looking Alric up and down, even Jaxen would admit he was a handsome man, so no offense intended, but yeah, pretty much anyone else.
Arms crossed, he caught the man's eye and shook his head wearily. "Don't get me wrong,"
he said, "faceplanting idiots like that one,"
he nodded toward Yuri, "does have a fun ring to it."
Then he smiled mischeviously, sharing a secretive suggestion between them, "but don't let your man have all the fun."
He pat Alric on the shoulder and stepped in a bit closer as though to walk by the man, both to share the heat of one another's presence, but just enough to flutter a heart rate and disguise the slipping of the small bag of drugs into one of the man's many loose pockets. He had already proven to be carrying a pistol, and although his suit was tailored fine as anyone else's, that had to include room for the holster and anything else he was packing - which Jaxen made sure to nod about, impressed. "Plenty of opportunity at a place like this."
He said quietly and made his way onward. If Alric's heart rate spiked, so also did Jaxen's. The difference being that he'd do anything in his power to get what he wanted, and at this very moment, he wanted nothing more than to stir up a shitload of trouble and escape with Oriena's grip on his arm.
The cop was almost gone, but Jaxen found him at the door. He had a don't fuck with me kid look on his face. Or maybe the look was more of a please fuck with me so I can arrest you look. Either way, his mood was dangerous, and Jaxen lifted his hands like a peace offering before getting too close. Oriena was the only one he intended to face plant him tonight.
"If you're looking for trouble. I'd suggest finding the guy that's peddling the illegal drugs. Lots of good Custody tax dollars going down the drain right here."
Then he slapped his hand over his mouth childishly, like he'd let a secret slip he shouldn't! His eyes widened along with a jokerish grin, and from behind his chest, he hid a finger pointing out the Big Bad Wolf himself and his little cub pawing around behind him. "I find it hard to believe Brandon wouldn't be too happy that a Chief Inspector let probable evidence slip between his fingers. Especially when someone closest to him was implicated."
Jaxen sighed and looked to the ceiling with a shrug. "Probably should check it out. But its up to you, my good sir."
He mocked a salute and spun on one purple shoe to stride away. There was one last box to check on this list. If anything went down after they left, it'd be on the news tomorrow. If not, then Alric and Nikolai could enjoy themselves some street candy and fuck each other over it. If nothing else, then Yuri would go home crying to his mama over losing however much that bag was worth. Jaxen tipped the guy that carried his luggage more money, but no doubt, Yuri would miss it.
Behind Oriena, he turned her squarely away from him with the press of his fingers. He placed his lips to the bare back of her shoulder then lifted enough to find her ear. "Done."
He said with a sinister ring to it. Feeling more powerful than ever, he closed his hands around the bony curve of her shoulders to lead her as he had commanded on stage at Kallisti. "I made you a promise, didn't I?"
He spoke as though his heat alone could melt the diamond cut of her eyes. To make you scream, they said. Remember?
<small>((Alric moded with permission))</small>