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Post by Nickolas Baxter on Sept 15, 2009 22:13:32 GMT -5
"I haven't actually entertained guests in quite a few months." Turning from her to walk across the room to a well-worn table in the middle of the room, Nick reached into his robe pockets and pulled out a couple of vials - filled with, what else, blood. Reaching for his wand again, he gave it a flick and summoned a bottle of wine from a nearby rack, also summoning two flute glasses. Taking the bottle and one of the glasses, he poured out an even measure of the finely-aged liquid, then took the cork out of one of the vials and poured the blood into the glass.
"I know you aren't going to want my exact drink of choice, but I will offer you wine." He gave a thin smile that had a hint of smirk to it.
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Post by Noelle Hailey Morgan on Sept 15, 2009 22:20:14 GMT -5
Noelle returned his smirk with one of her own as she took the wine glass that he had meant for her. "How polite of you." She said with a partial teasing air, gently swirling the liquid as she took in the scent of it. Expensive, and old. Just how she liked it. Casting his glass a look, she said lightly, "Bon Appetit." She took a sip of the wine, letting it linger on her tongue as she swallowed. Very, very nice.
Yes, she'd have to upgrade Morgan manor to here....
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Post by Nickolas Baxter on Sept 15, 2009 22:26:29 GMT -5
Taking the time to stir the two very different liquids to ensure they were blended evenly, Nick lifted his glass to slowly inhale the scent. Apparently content, he drank a small measure of the mixture and snatched up the other filled vial, slipping it back into his pocket. "Shall we? I'm sure you've gotten a close enough look at everything in here and are ready to move on."
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Post by Noelle Hailey Morgan on Sept 15, 2009 22:30:49 GMT -5
Noelle watched him as he put the other vial- still full, she noted- into his pocket. She took another small sip of the wine, then nodded. She was going to take the glass with her and enjoy it as long as possible- a vintage this wonderful couldn't be easily parted with.
"Oh, yes. I'm sure the particularly fun stuff-" Here she smirked, her eyes flashing mischeviously, "Still lies ahead. Carry on."
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Post by Nickolas Baxter on Sept 15, 2009 22:50:00 GMT -5
"Touche." Acknowledging her valid point, he lifted the half-filled glass and chuckled in the back of his throat, then led the way out of the kitchen. The passage he chose was odd in that it was made entirely of stone - both the walls and the floor - and lit by flickering torches. This area of the house was obviously far older than the parts she had already seen, and had the air of a very old castle.
"Ruins, they were, when he came along." The explanation was meant to go along with his earlier mention of his ancestor building the manor for his wife, and he obviously expected her to keep up. "He decided to let them stand and repaired them to go along with the rest of the building. We're close to the trees at the back of the property now." There were no windows to allow them to see said trees, of course.
Not a moment after, they came to a solid wooden door, one braced with black iron - it was another piece that was obviously original to the structure. "The master bedroom, seperated from everything else." He stated calmly, though he didn't open the door. "Provided you want to see it, I'll let you in."
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Post by Noelle Hailey Morgan on Sept 15, 2009 22:57:23 GMT -5
Who was his ancestor, the Phantom of the Opera? Noelle thought acidly, taking in the rather creepy stone passageway. She wasn't much for muggle culture, but that one she had read, after someone had made a comment in school about her behaving like Christine Daae. It had taken her three hundred or so pages to realize it hadn't been a compliment, but an insult. Christine Daae was an idiotic wimp. Noelle was nothing like her.
She stopped short of running into him when he stopped, having been caught up momentarily in her musings. She looked at the door, then at him, quirking a brow. "Of course I want to see it. I want to know what sort of room could be good enough for a rich, sexy vampire." She flashed him a smile that showed off her even, white teeth- nothing like his, rather like a kitten's compared to a saber tooth tiger. Still, Noelle did know how to suck up. It was one of her specialties.
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Post by Nickolas Baxter on Sept 16, 2009 1:44:10 GMT -5
"So keen in spite of the creepy passageway?" Giving an eerily knowing smile, Nick didn't wait for an answer and turned to the door, placing a hand flat against the worn wood. It didn't take him much effort to push it open, and there was nary a sound as it swung all the way inward. Placing the kind of pressure he'd used on her back earlier again, he prodded her into the room then walked in after her.
The windows were narrow and spaced about six feet apart, and they went nearly from the ceiling to the floor - and while they were made of stone, stained glass had been set into the recesses. Designs of night scenes, forests and the moon would diminish the amount of light coming in, and would also spread their scenery across the rough stone floor. All the furniture was obviously antique, made of the richest mahogany - the color of which had darkened over what had to be long years of functionality.
Tapestries covered the blank spans of walls where there was no furniture, and several were obvious antiques and imports from other countries. On the floor at the foot of the bed was a rich persian rug, and the bed itself..was huge. Able to accomodate at least four people comfortably, it was a four-poster and tester made of the same type of mahogany as the rest of the furniture, and the heavy curtains around it were deep burgundy set with patterns in gold and crimson. The bedcovers themselves had silk lining and had the same color scheme as the drapes. Pillows were everywhere to provide extra comfort - in short, it would make for extravagant sleeping arrangements.
"I assume this would meet your expectations." Nick then commented as he pulled the door shut, leaving her where she was to walk to the dresser. Pulling the vial of blood out of his pocket, he set it on a strange stand and glanced once in the mirror, then turned with a smirk.
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Post by Noelle Hailey Morgan on Sept 16, 2009 1:56:23 GMT -5
when I wake, I see you
[/color] lying there on the bathroom floor[/color] with foam lips, a black kiss[/color] your dead heroine on earth[/color] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/center] N
[/color] oelle allowed herself to be guided into the room, trying to take everything in at once. It was extravagant, that was certain, but tastefully so. Whatever she had been expecting, this hadn't been it, but she was hard pressed to remember what she had been expecting. This seemed right, so him. [color=Navy"You really do have impeccable taste."[/color] She noted, going over to the bed and running her fingers over the lush comforter. Casting him a look over her shoulder, she fell onto her back on the bed, smirking. "Oh yes. This is nice."[/color] She rested her arms under her head, trying to figure out what he was doing, then deciding she just didn't care. She had a sexy vampire, and she had the king of all beds. Who needed answers to questions? "Are you going to join me, or do I have to beg?" She teased, raising a brow.[/SIZE][/color] you're speaking to themthey're speaking to youyour thoughts right here baby[/blockquote] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - * TAGS -- ?! Nicky* LYRICS -- ?! One Love - Aiden* MUSE -- ?! meh.* WORD COUNT -- ?! four-zero-eight* MUSIC -- ?! Atrophy- Red Jumpsuit Apparatus, Boring- The Pierces* MOOD -- ?! covetous* OUTFIT -- ?! black top, gray skirt, black boots and black tights* CREDITS -- ?! thread template credited to * MOOBERRIE TABOO -- ?! of CAUTION 2.0 <3 or moocow of blank pages. Steal and she will eat you. Either that or she will subject you to music hell, haha. [/color] [/blockquote][/blockquote]
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Post by Nickolas Baxter on Sept 18, 2009 2:20:55 GMT -5
When she found the bed, Nick wasn't at all surprised by it. He heard the bedcovers and mattress shift - if only slightly - and a smirk crossed his features. She always got right to the point, and that was one point to her benefit. "I don't see why you'd have to beg when this is my room." He deadpanned in response to her question, turning away from the dresser to look in her direction. Though he was a bit loth to admit it, the room fit her - or perhaps she fit the room. It had been quite some time since any woman that came in this chamber was anything less than frightened, and it was something that had always irritated him to no end.
Walking over in a leisurely manner, he approached and leaned over the bed - and her - placing a teasing kiss on the side of her neck, just below and behind her ear. "You look like you belong here. Any idea about what I'm going to do about that?"
TAG TO: Noelle WORD COUNT: 175 MUSIC: None MUSE: >.< NOTES: None
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Post by Noelle Hailey Morgan on Sept 18, 2009 10:35:40 GMT -5
---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- No Doubt About ItSHE'S A BAD BAD GIRLFRIEND---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- [/font][/center] "Because it's your room." She smirked, watching him. God, he was divine. "If this were my room, I'd command."She laughed softly when he kissed her neck. Point, Noelle. "Sounds like you'll have to keep me." She said softly, amused by the fact. She was used to being men's "pets", at least until her whim ran short and she moved onto another guy. What they didn't seem to realize was, though she played the submissive arm-candy in the relationship, she was always the one in charge. She liked it better that way, TAGS: Nicky MUSIC: Valentine's Day- Linkin Park WORD COUNT: 111 NOTES: I is still sleepy. >_<
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Post by Nickolas Baxter on Sept 18, 2009 23:57:30 GMT -5
"Why command when you don't have to? I could order you around, but I see no point. You look far too appealing where you are." Giving one of those smirks that showed off his teeth, he straightened and sat on the side of the bed, leisurely leaning up against the pillows that were stacked at the head of the bed.
"Perhaps I should." He remarked, acting as if the idea she presented with his. Going by his slightly warped brand of logic, he probably thought it was. "I think I will. You compliment the space perfectly."
TAG TO: Noelle WORD COUNT: 96..meh. MUSIC: Wishmaster - Nightwish MUSE: Improving... NOTES: Freaking love Nicky. xD
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Post by Noelle Hailey Morgan on Sept 19, 2009 0:07:56 GMT -5
---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- No Doubt About ItSHE'S A BAD BAD GIRLFRIEND---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- [/font][/center] Noelle smirked, tilting her head and raising an arm to pull the tie out of her hair. "Most guys prefer to be ordered around." She rolled over onto her stomach, still peering at him with an amused expression. "You never need order me- I'm usually two steps ahead."She didn't bother to point out that the idea was hers, instead giving him a rather loaded look. "I'm glad you think so. It would be my pleasure to continue to fit in... for as long as possible."TAGS: Nicky! MUSIC: crushcrushcrush- Paramore WORD COUNT: 97 NOTES: *licks lips*
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Post by Nickolas Baxter on Sept 21, 2009 11:28:47 GMT -5
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Post by Noelle Hailey Morgan on Sept 21, 2009 22:56:10 GMT -5
---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- No Doubt About ItSHE'S A BAD BAD GIRLFRIEND---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- [/font][/center] Noelle didn't bother turning to look over her shoulder when he began to circle the bed, because that would give him the impression he was intimidating her. Noelle was far from intimidated- which could be completely stupid of her, or incredibly brave. "I'm glad to hear I do so. I shall consider my job complete.""Indeed." She smirked, looking over her shoulder at him finally. "I think we shall."TAGS: Nick MUSIC: None. WORD COUNT: around 100 NOTES: My muse died and rotted in record time.
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