by Auzdein von Himmler
When she let her hand slip neatly into his own, accepting his offer to continue the formal courtship of the highest lands and houses, his face softened and warmed even a bit more. When she purred shortly thereafter, his eyes, still looking upon her own, flashed with animalistic lust and the energy of an imminently erupting sun. He was clearly aroused by the amiable and amative euphony of one so like-cultured as him. She couldn't possibly prove compatible beyond this point, he cynically assumed.. nevertheless, her choices had earned his interest.
Raising the back of her trust-emplacing and daringly surrendered hand, he met it with an otherworldly smoothness of warm, full, pursing lips that left not a bead of moisture where they had lain, and slowly, longingly retracted to rest taut about his maw, allowing only the faintest of parting clicks to grace their pairs of ears. His eyes were now allowed to become as transfixed as her own, returning that compliment, rather than reciprocating, in the sense of producing the social equivalent of the mathematical definition of the term, like so many chose in feigned superiority and juvenile dating tactics in this era.
Lord Auzdein read her eyes deeply, as if penetrating her through to her soul, but in the most pleasant and curious of ways; entering her with enthusiasm and vigor, complimenting her form and composition. His peripheral read her body language at the same time. She was candid -and enjoying the courting which he had always sworn by from the very fibres of his being and essence. This was well received in his heart and mind. It was quite the rarity that any Outlander, regardless of heritage or persuasion, would ever have even the ability to appreciate something so alien, long lost, and forgotten.
"Verily," he responded to her name. "Lady Lilith Mortimer," slowly lowering their joined hands until they finally slid fingertips over one another's and slipped apart. For a moment, the ferocious beast bubbled up to the surface deep within him, and all he could think of and see was himself rushing forward into her defending embrace, savagely and viciously biting into her neck as he took her every which way, and letting her bite into his intentionally exposed neck to share in the carnal feasting, weaving his digits through the mop of hair behind her neck and clenching them down like a passionate vice refusing to ever let her go, forcing and pressing her fountaining jugular ever closer to his teeth, and his to hers as they began to shiver and convulse in terror-spiked ecstasy. This was abruptly repressed. Her ability to curtsy and remain sophisticated in the presence of another blatant drinker had him all but spellbound. He would mutually entertain and respect this one.. for now. To bring her, as she had presented herself, to face his old chum, Death, would be most imprudent in his not so humble opinion.
He returned to his kingly posture, peacocking before her with jutted chin displaying rather than condescending. "Knowing not what I am makes us like and to the same in that regard." His eyes narrowed almost in a cute and flirty way, and they studied her, moving down over her lips, tracing the delicate curves of her neck and frame through her garments, before returning to surrender back into her own with a visible rising and falling of his confident chest, and an audible sigh letting her know exactly what he was fantasizing about at this point in their exchange. "You intrigue, as well. A curtsy as refined and breath-taking as the lady who summons and commands it is a precious gem in this place and time. I have until this moment nay had happenchance to be met with such a majestic grace. I thought it all dust in the wind by now, save revered within myself." He paused briefly and let in and out another, less audible breath. He had noticed her locking on to his jugular, and this, too, had boiled forth a barely repressed urge to simultaneously attack and roughly make love to her.
Continuing, he let one leg shift its calf and shin forward, lightly aiming its foot and toes toward her in offerance of his energy and attention, placing and maintaining his focal point on and within her. "I gained our shared appetite many Ras ago.. upon the developments of my studies as an adolescent. However, I am compelled to make public note of the fact that such came from scientific cross-examination and choice, rather than from the turning. I have enjoyed a growing affinity for those who enjoy the same.. ever since. ..And certainly, we shall proceed to acquire that rejuvenating, Lazaran liquid together, if the august Lady feels so stirred and concurrent." Pivoting on his heel, he rotated into a stance at a 45 degree angle just a step ahead and off to her side, offering her an arm neatly bent at the elbow for her to entwine her own 'neath and around.
And with a smirk and a knowing twinkle in his eyes, "I wouldn't want us to become so engrosed and frustrated that we had inclination to resort to one another for said wine." The smirk fought to widen, "Not yet." Something that amazing could wait until (if) the bedchamber occurred, or some other, more exotic location did. But that was most unlikely, despite and regardless of how she had turned him on. It was practically forbidden and unthinkable to share in such an act with anyone beyond his distant district's walls.
At long last, he had found another vampire. His arteries and veins were electrified back to life and zeal.
Dr. Auzdein von Himmler
Governor of Inisfree