She's late, for a very important date.

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Gabriel Night

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She's late, for a very important date.
« on: April 09, 2017, 06:48:39 AM »
Gabriel looked at his watch again.  Exactly three hours had passed since he'd arrived.  He had drank exactly six gin gimlets.  He looked around the Crown and Rose of Nin.  There was nothing special about this place.  He didn't even care that his appointment hadn't shown up.  He didn't seem to mind that the worker brought him his seventh gimlet.  He straightened the napkin in front of him.  Then his tie to his suit was straightened, as was customary had anyone watched him.  He ignored most people.  He could have left, upset, but he couldn't be upset.  He couldn't be angry.  He couldn't care.

Everyone was cautious with him still.  One little whiff and it was easy to know his caste.  Warlord Prince, dangerous predator.  It didn't matter that Gabriel never showed a flash of anger or that he had more control than the best trained Warlord Prince of equal strength.  He didn't trust people to know his strength though and only openly wore the Green, claiming to have been broken of his descent.

The worker that had given him his drink returned, sliding him a note and disappearing just as quickly.

Gabriel picked it up and looked at it.  It had his name on it, and it smelled like his companion.  He opened it, his face never changing.  It read:

Prince Night,

I am unavailable to entertain your unique desires at this time.  I apologize for the inconvenience.  I understand that you have waited quite awhile, so I have arranged for someone who is more experienced in your particular needs.  I have covered your bill for tonight.  I hope you still enjoy your time at the Crown and Rose.


There was no signature, no reference as to why she hadn't shown up other than, and he agreed, that she was quite unable to entertain him.  She'd started out well a month ago.  Now she was boring, old.  He didn't feel anything.  He still rose as normal, but he didn't feel anything as he did so.  She'd shown promise and failed.  He doubted severely that this new girl would be able to excite him.

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Belladonna Flowers

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Re: She's late, for a very important date.
« Reply #1 on: April 09, 2017, 10:20:27 AM »
Dead eyes started at the note that one of the Crown’s many faceless workers had slipped under her door. She knew which girl it had come from, her scent, tinged with fear, wafted from the paper as if it had been sprayed by a lover with perfume. The fear didn’t bother her, most of the girls, and some of the men, were scared of her. It wasn’t because she was a Black Widow, that she kept to herself, masking her caste so that only a select few would be able to tell, it was the fact that she specialized in causing pain and humiliation. She had on more than one occasion threatened to use those skills on some of the others who annoyed her from time to time. They tried not to annoy her again. What intrigued her was the request;

Mistress Belladonna,

I am sorry to cause any inconvenience to you, but I find myself unable to properly satisfy a new customer that I have recently taken on. I thought perhaps that I might be able to please him, but his requests seem more geared towards your tastes and talents. In hopes that you will entertain taking him on, I have paid double your fee. His name is Gabriel Night, and he’s a Green Jeweled Warlord Prince. I would hate to be the reason the Crown lost such a good paying customer, so I hope he interests you enough to continue seeing him.

With many thanks


It was unsigned, not that she had expected one. The note, of course, wall pure bullshit and had she been inclined to care, she would have made sure the girl knew that she knew exactly why she was sending this Prince Night to her. The girl was scared. Something about this Warlord Prince scared a very talented and experienced whore. She didn’t know if it was the requests he made or the Jewels he wore, but Bella didn’t care. She was indeed intrigued. She penned a short note in reply and rang to summon a worker, who would deliver the note. She was sure it was only careful training that kept the male who had been sent for the letter from shaking as she opened the door. She knew her current illusion web was wearing off, and she probably looked like some kind of monster, once face melting into another. His fear pleased her and she let a smile spread across her lips.

“Send me the Green Jeweled Warlord Prince in the waiting room. I will not accept refusal.” she handed him the note “And give this to his former companion.” she held onto it as he reached out to take it. “Tell her that she will own me a favor and that I’m charging her triple my fee for her cowardice.” The worker nodded fearfully and hurried off to do as she asked.

Once he was gone, she walked back into her room and took a deep breath. Any and all traces of her last appointment where now gone, stored in a diseased looking web that sat in the center of the room. She smiled at the sickly strands of silk and ran her fingers over the wooden frame lovingly. The fear and pain and excitement stored in those strands would come in handy when crafting her traps and poisons later. For now, she collected the frame and the web and tucked them both away in a special box that she used for her other….hobby. Once she vanished it she went about stripping herself of the rest of the illusion spell she had woven around herself so that she stood in her natural state; long brown hair falling to her waist, sharp but feminine frame and dull hazel eyes. When requested she would wear the form of whom every her customers wanted, though it was extra, and not cheap, so it was not requested often. That suited her just fine since she preferred to use for other things.

She chooses her outfit carefully, wanting to make sure that it is obvious who will be in control of all things at all times. So she wore nothing but a pair of stiletto boots that came to her knees, and only because she wanted to, and her high-necked choker which displayed her Opal Jewel. She didn’t need fancy clothing to feel powerful, or sexy. She knew she was both of these things naturally. It didn’t matter that she wore light Jewels. She would show this Warlord Prince exactly what he would be paying for if he chose the continue using her services. As she sat in the high back chair that faced the door, she activated a tangled web that was located above the door and disguised as a dream catcher that would ensnare the mind of her guest should her blood be spilled by any hand but her own. It was a precaution she took with all new clients at first until she was sure they would not harm her.  Once that was done she took a seat in the highback chair that faced the door and crossed her legs, waiting for the Green Warlord Prince to arrive.

Gabriel Night

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Re: She's late, for a very important date.
« Reply #2 on: April 09, 2017, 10:51:19 AM »
He'd almost finished the rest of his drink, had almost decided that it wasn't worth it.  It wasn't really.  They couldn't spark him anymore than a man trying to murder him could.  He felt nothing.  Then he saw the man, or boy, walking towards him.  "Your presence is requested, Prince."  The boy reeked of fear.  It should have excited him, or put Gabriel on edge.  All he felt was the light scratch of his shoulder blade.

The boy told him which room he was to go to.  Gabriel thought for a moment, still wanting to leave.  Why bother with another failure?  Why expect to feel, when everything was draining away?  Nothing mattered really.  He came here because of habit more than anything.  He couldn't care about leaving now.  He'd allotted the time, an entire evening to this event.  His schedule wouldn't be right if he just left and that at least made him uncomfortable.

He looked around and finished his glass.  He set it down, put on his coat, straightened his tie.  Then he walked to the room.  He knew he should have felt anger for being summoned.  Having waited for so long, and then not having the audacity to respect him enough to escort him to her room.  That should have made him roiling mad.  Yet it didn't.  He looked at the door, studied it for a moment.  Crossing the boundary he knew it was there.  He stepped into it.  Scurrying little spiders.  The door closed behind him.  The Darkness was a welcome reprieve from the loudness outside.  His eyes wondered and saw.  A little spider here, a little creature there.  His eyes were blank as he trailed up to the woman in the seat.  Black Widow.  His mind screamed for him to run, but his shoulder itched and it went away.

A tangled web above the door hung to keep her safe.  He followed his instinct and looked at the little spider that weaved inside the Web.  Dream Catcher, how amusing.  "Lady, I believe you invited me in.  Why do you think I'd hurt you?" He started out, his eyes locking with hers.  His cold, lifeless eyes that held no emotion, not even curiosity for what she'd done.  His Green jeweled necklace glinted.  "I do appreciate the dress however."  His voice was bland and cold.  It held little to no inflection and was impossible to note if he was lying as he gave her a cursory glance over.

Belladonna Flowers

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Re: She's late, for a very important date.
« Reply #3 on: April 09, 2017, 12:56:45 PM »
She felt the power of his Green even before he was at her door. She opened it with craft, waited for him to enter and then closed it behind him. She watched him as he looked around her room, her eyes roaming over him while he was distracted by things only he saw. There was something a bit off about his scent. There was no doubting that he was a Warlord Prince, but there was something more. A wrongness about him, a feeling she had only ever felt from those lost to the Kingdom. She noticed the moment he sensed the tangled web she kept above her door and a flicker of interest flashed in her eyes. He had been the first to ever sense it.

His voice was deep, cultured and cold and she approved of his indifference. Men who were too eager always annoyed her. “It’s true Prince, you were invited, but I do not know you, and in my line of work, dangers can come wrapped in pretty packaging. It is only a precaution. Should you decide to continue our acquaintance after this meeting, in time, it will no longer be necessary.” she uncrossed and recrossed her legs casually. Not for his benefit, but because she wanted to. She motioned for him to join her, a seat having been put out for him, placed in front of her own, though at a slightly lower level.  “And because I do not know you, nor you me, I will tell you what I offer to those that come to me, and you can choose to accept that offer or leave. It makes no difference to me.” she called in a piece of paper and floated it over to him. “That is a list of services I provide, along with things that I do not allow to be done to my person. My rules are not to be broken, though I am open to some negotiations, but in the end, my word is final.”

She used Craft to help her stand effortlessly, the heels of her boots making soft clicking sounds as she walked over to him. She walked around him slowly, studying him with only the slightest bit of interest apparent in her eyes. “Essentially what that list says is I will hurt you until you scream. The more you scream the more I'll do to you.  Until you beg for that pain to be your whole existence. Then and only then will I stop. Because you are nothing to me.” she stopped in front of him, her eyes cold and unfeeling. A clawed-ring covered nail forces his chin up so that his empty gaze meets hers.  “Your pain, your submission, your obedience, those are the things I seek from you. I neither want nor care for your heart or the emotions that accompany it.”

Gabriel Night

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Re: She's late, for a very important date.
« Reply #4 on: April 09, 2017, 11:13:42 PM »
His eyes raked over her as she spoke of pretty packages.  She was one of those packages.  He'd need to be cautious, as he always was.  Stepping onto the web to dance.  He did have decisions to make this night.  He appreciated the teasing view, even if it didn't sent any thrill through his body.  His eyes remained dull, lacking emotion or thrill as he watched her.  He moved to the seat but didn't sit.  He wouldn't sit yet.  They were on equal grounds in his eyes.  He didn't allow her attempts to prematurely set their relationship bother him though.  She was intriguing at least a little bit.

Gabriel lightly grabbed the paper and listened to her speak.  He stayed still, just as the Web he's made told him too when the woman left her roost.  His eyes met hers as she spoke. She could easily note he wasn't a healthy weight, that his jewels burned through his reserves faster than he replenished them.  His body was nothing special, his skin looking a bit grayed out.  His face was his best feature, though it seemed devoid of any emotions that should have surfaced.  Cold eyes met dull, uncaring ones.  He didn't resist her tilting his head up a bit more.

She didn't know him, she didn't know how he no longer had a heart, or emotions.  That he could barely feel pleasure anymore.  She didn't see him as anything, which he preferred. "I believe you've skipped some steps darling." His eyes should have been filled with heat and aggression, "I was curious and took a polite request from a failure to enter your room.  You're also attempting to set a specific hierarchy to our relationship before we've even sat down to discuss your clients desire."  His head moved back from her hand.  Defiance.  A flare of anger that slipped out before it died away. "At the moment, we are on equal grounds and you shall respect that.  After our discussion," the anger and defiance trickled away as he spoke becoming disturbingly calm, "then we may enter into our respective roles as the contract dictates.  For now, I would like to talk and see what it is you believe you can do for me.  Preferably over a glass of red wine"

His eyes looked at hers with a level of boredom he doubted anyone ever had.  They held no fear of retribution, no desire to mount her, and certainly no compassion or care for what she'd teased him with.  He did find it curious though, there had been a delay in his control.  His shoulder hadn't tingled immediately.  He had felt something and something was better than the emotionless existence he'd been living with.

Belladonna Flowers

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Re: She's late, for a very important date.
« Reply #5 on: April 10, 2017, 05:51:16 PM »
A slow, pleased smiled spread across her face when she saw a trace of defiance flash into his dull eyes. She listened patiently as he spoke, something she did not do often. He was correct of course. She had handled things a bit differently with them than she normally would have with a new client. She had wanted to test him, observe his reaction. The girl that had requested she see him was no shy violet. She was seasoned and talented, though she did not have Bella’s talents when it came to administering painful pleasure. Perhaps testing him had been a mistake on her part, but his reaction, even though it was small, had been worth it. She felt no need to apologize for her words or actions. She too was curious about him, which is why she agreed to see him, but had he left after her speech, it wouldn’t have phased her in the least. Had he groveled and begged and pleaded, she would have been disappointed. So far, he had not disappointed her.

Her eyes watched him and saw the moment the anger bled from his eyes and her brow arched. How very interesting. His voice now held no hint of emotion, his words empty and hollow. No client or potential client had ever had the balls to treat her the way he was now and instead of the anger or boredom she normally would have felt, she was fascinated by him. He had such potential. She understood now why the other girl had been unable to please him because she knew without a doubt that had been the case. And she also knew why he scared her. She wasn’t certain if he was actually a Black Widow or not, but he had at least been raised around one. He wouldn’t have been able to sense the Tangled Web if he was a normal Warlord Prince. And there was nothing normal about the man who stood in front of her. She felt a tingle of delicious excitement run down her spine, but her face stayed emotionless.

She nodded in acknowledgment and motioned for him to follow her over to another part of the room where a small table and a pair of chairs stood. As she led the way, she pulled a silk robe from a paper screen as she walked past and slide it over her arms till it settled on her shoulders. She didn’t bother tying it but wrapped the fabric around her as she sat. She sent a request for wine and a plate of cheeses, and slices of meat to the kitchen, and the food and beverage appeared on the table a few minutes later.

“Please join me, Prince. I am not averse to talking business with you, and  I would be happy to discuss my terms and your own, over wine as you suggested.” she crossed her legs and leaned forward, using Craft to open the bottle, which had a cooling spell wrapped around it to keep it at the perfect temperature, and first poured him a glass and then herself. “Please help yourself to the food as well. I find that business talk can make me a bit peckish.” she leaned back in her seat and waited for him to join her. Her initial assessment of his body had told her that he probably only took the most basic care of himself,  which meant he probably didn’t eat enough to feed his Jewel and himself. She reached forward and plucked a slice of meat from the tray and brought it to her lips and nibbled on it slightly.

This was more like how normally conducted business with new clients, especially clients who might be new and curious about the services she provided. They would request her, she would accept them, if she was of a mind to, and they would sit and discuss what it was they wanted, and then she would tell them what it was she was willing or able to do. And what she was willing and able to do was a very long list. The list of what she was willing to allow people to do to her was not. "You may call me Lady Flowers for now. Whether that is what you continue to call me will depend on our discussion. May I have your name, Prince?"she didn't normally ask, but then again, she didn't normally need to. Most fell at her feet as soon as they entered the door, and none had ever stood up to her the way he had, Very interesting indeed.

Gabriel Night

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Re: She's late, for a very important date.
« Reply #6 on: April 12, 2017, 09:28:18 AM »
She didn't fight him.  He almost wished she had.  It was certainly for the best that she acknowledged his words.  He would not tolerate anyone disrespected him.  He still clung to his pride, what sliver of it he did care for.  He followed her, taking in the room as it was or should be.  He wasn't sure if what he saw was actually real.  He remembered the Web he'd spun a few weeks ago.  The girl he'd started seeing had made him feel normal again.  He'd hoped.  He'd spun his Web and then saw the ashes of night surrounding him again.  The Winds had blown away and a small flower had sprouted.  He had kept that Web, even preserving it, he wanted to see it again.  Now he wasn't sure as the woman before him wrapped herself in a silk robe if she was the one in his Web.

He followed her, slouching down as if exhausted into the chair.  Emotions, or the draining of them always tired him out and made him feel just a little more scraped out.  His hands folded gently into his lap, his eyes only able to clearly define the woman that spoke with such interesting ways.  His voice felt as if it had disappeared again, so he nodded to her as she spoke, listening intently as her image sharpened.  His lips pulled up into a small weak smile as he grabbed a piece of meat and stared at it.  Then his hand found cheese and nibbled on them together.  He sipped the wine softly, knowing it wouldn't affect him.  There was a twinge of sadness in his eyes as he knew it was delicious, but couldn't quite feel that joy.  He hadn't realized he'd practically mirrored Belladonna as he continued to nibble until the meat and cheese were gone.

"Lady Flowers.  Hmmmm." He picked up another piece of cheese and nibbled it, "Ashes are fantastic nurturing grounds."  He mumbled the last bit only so that she could barely hear him as he looked around again and his eyes landed on her again as she asked his name.  "Prince Gabriel Night," he stated a little stronger than anything else he had said.  He knew who he was.  He was sure of it.  A Gray Jeweled, no a Green Jeweled Warlord.  He couldn't let his secret out or they may find him.  He looked at the shadows in the room and waited for them to pounce.  He was in the den of a Black Widow.  He could feel it. "How long until the trap is set?" he questioned, then his eyes cleared for a moment. "Business, yes, we have business to discuss."

He nodded his head and looked at the paper, her services. "I enjoy pain.  I will accept most forms of it but you may not bind me physically.  I will not accept that.  Also I prefer my body not be permanently marked for now.  Maybe we can renegotiate should you prove exceptional in your task of bringing me to life."  He produced a pen and twirled it with a dexterity that was certainly not expected. "I would also prefer humiliation to be kept to a minimum.  I cannot guarantee your safety should you over step that boundary." 

His eyes flashed as he saw a memory walk up behind the woman he was speaking to.  He bit his lip hard enough to draw blood and the memory turned to wisps.  He was not there anymore.  She was not like the Black Widows he knew.  "Your caste is a Black Widow correct?" he asked blinking several times as he refocused on Lady Flowers.

Belladonna Flowers

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Re: She's late, for a very important date.
« Reply #7 on: April 17, 2017, 06:56:16 PM »
She felt a slight twinge of satisfaction as she watched him mimic her movements, seemingly unaware that he was eating because she was. This pleased her greatly, though her face was still a mask of casual interest. She watched and listened, her hazel eyes never leaving his form. She spoke of ashes and traps, his voice hardly a whisper, but said his name with assurance and address their business with confidence. It seemed that business came easy to him, which would make coming to agreeable terms quick and easy, two things she preferred when dealing with customers.

She saw the movement of his eyes, lifting his gaze to look over her shoulder, slightly unfocused, staring at something that wasn’t really there. Her keen nose picked up the ever so faint scent of blood then; he must have bitten his lip. There was only one real explanation for his sudden changes in demeanor and the flickering glances he cast about her room. Prince Gabriel Night was at the very least, caught between the normal world, and the gray mist filled world of the Twisted Kingdom. She had seen plenty of people that were fully immersed in that land of shadows, ifs, and maybes, but she didn’t think the Warlord Prince across from her was a permanent resident, there, though it did seem that he spent more time there than not.

“You are correct Prince,” she called in a necklace that settled around her neck and fell between her breasts, the small hourglass pendant with its dust collected neatly at the bottom shone in the glow of the witchlight above them. “And you must have at least grown up around one to have noticed the subtle traps and webs I’ve laid around my room. They are of course for my safety, as previously stated, and should not concern you as long as you mean me no harm.”

She brought her glass up to her lips, taking a small sip of the red liquid within before continuing. “I find your terms to be acceptable and within the realm of my capabilities. Should mine be acceptable to you, we will both sign this paper.” she nodded to a new piece of paper that had been called in and was now laying on the table in front of him. The services that he agreed to were listed in a column on one side, and on the other, a list of things she would allow him to do to her. “Things can be added or removed from your list at any time of course. The actions listed on my list are a bit more finite and they are not usually up for negotiations. I also enjoy many forms of pain, and allow them to be used on my body, but only after I have given express permission. Sex is of course allowed, but I will not submit to being taken from behind. And at no time will you be permitted anywhere near my neck or throat. If there is anything you are interested in being allowed to do to me, this would be your chance to say so.”

Gabriel Night

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Re: She's late, for a very important date.
« Reply #8 on: January 04, 2018, 01:01:13 PM »
Gabriel's eyes flashed brightly for a moment as he focused solely between her breast. The sound of a hitched breath came from him in a moment as he eyed the hourglass pendant.  There was an odd sensation in his  scent in the moment. A flash of terror that slowly faded to irritation. Gabriel licked the blood from his lip, his expression barely showing any sign of his inner emotions starting to grind to life again.

"I lived with them for a time..." Gabriel's vision went blurry for a moment as his surroundings changed and he looked on at himself, constantly being seduced by the young apprentices. He swallowed as he watched everything happen, Belladonna's voice the only thing that kept him grounded from being completely over taken.  He blinked as he watched his own fear engulf him and allow the acts to happen, for his seed to plant itself in girl after girl.

He shook his head, not realizing that his eyes had started to water. Business, concentrate on the contract. He pulled the handkerchief from his pocket and absently dabbed his eyes. "These terms seem acceptable." He spoke softly and dryly.  "There are times I enjoy watching. Do you permit that Lady?"
 

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