Menewsha Avatar Community - Private

Characters:
Luenola - A male dancer, very flexible. *points at avatar* Take away the wings, fan and crown, make the eyes both violet and add a loose one-piece pantsuit the same semi-transparent silver as the veil under the clothes as well as a piece of said material over nose and mouth. Ears are normal and hair is knee-length. Has a small rhombus-shaped amethyst set in silver decorating his forehead. From a distance, his gender can't be discerned.
Marxiel - An angel of indeterminate gender, very fair skin and white angel wings (may have more than 1 pair, but only 1 pair is visible). Hair is longer than that of my avatar, lime green and wavy. Eyes are gold around the pupils, becoming green towards the edge of the iris. Wears a plain shapeless robe like Zeruel's but in 80% opaque white with a thin braided golden rope belt/girdle ending in emeralds around the waist and a golden crucifix with an emerald in the center on a thin gold chain around his neck. Nails are emerald green and claw-like.

Setting:
In Luenola's dressing tent before a private performance with his troupe for an audience of about 20 people. The tent is small, dim but for the single gas lamp hanging from a hook in the middle of the tent. There is a wooden dressing table with a mirror before which Luenola sits on a stool at one end. Behind him stands a full length mirror. There is a clothes rack beside the full length mirror, where a few outfits hang on hangers, and beside it is the tent flap. To Luenola's right, in front of the rack and the entrance is a piece of carpet strewn with cushions.

Notes:
You're going to have to introduce your characters the same way when you finally pick them just so I know whom you've chosen (you might have to remind me what they look like even in some cases) and probably change where you are. The good news for you is that, with 4 characters, we can do orgy...well, with the juicy bits off the forum. :P

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Luenola sat, applying the last of his shimmery silver and purple eyeshadow with a sigh. "This is such a bother," he muttered in complaint. He hated wearing make-up, but the manager insisted it made features visible from a distance and made sure that everyone wore some form of make-up during every performance. With the larger gigs, they usually had professional make-up artists come in, but for small ones like these, they all usually had to apply their own make-up.

"I think it suits you..."

Startled by the silken contralto drawl, Luenola whipped his head around to face its owner. "You're back!" he exclaimed softly, face lighting up as he caught sight of the angel lounging on the cushions lazily with wings and long green tresses spread out over them, and hurriedly went to kneel at the other's side.

"I never really left... Luenola... My Lola..." A sharp claw-like nail reached under the veil on his face to trace his lips, careful not to cut.

He felt himself redden slightly at the nick name he had been given; it was a girl's name and he wasn't too fond of it, but if it was the angel calling him that, it was alright. His angel could call him anything; he didn't mind. He exhaled shakily at the contact and whispered, "I still don't know your name, great angel," not trusting his voice to speak normally.

"You can call me... Marxiel..." came the whispered reply as the emerald nails of the other fingers on that pale hand joined the first on his skin, moving to absently trace a pattern on his cheek.

"Marxiel..." he repeated softly almost to himself like a prayer.

The angel smiled languidly at that, but before another word could be said, a tapping sounded on the thick fabric of the tent, and a voice said loudly, "We begin in five minutes. Get to your position."

Luenola looked from the tent flaps to Marxiel and back to the entrance again. He loved dancing, of course, but Marxiel, the beautiful angel he'd thought he would never see again, had just returned, and he was reluctant to leave now.

"How sinful..." Marxiel murmured, voice marked with halfhearted chastisement but expression completely dispassionate, as if simply reciting something not terribly important. "...that one should inspire lust in others..."

Luenola was distressed now, afraid. What if Marxiel left again because he wasn't a good person? Didn't angels only visit good people? He didn't want...he didn't want Marxiel to leave him. But dancing was his life, his passion. He also did not want to give it up. Instead of asking what exactly the other meant though, he chose to ask if Marxiel would be watching.

"Of course... I am always watching you... My Lola..." came the reply as pale fingers moved to comb carelessly through his long dark purple hair.

"Would it be alright if I danced for you then?" he asked.

"That would be nice..."

At that, Luenola rose to his feet gracefully, excited to be able to perform for the other. "Then I'll return after the performance to ask you what you think!" he said before hurrying out of the tent.

Marxiel smiled, amused, where he lay sprawled elegantly on the soft cushions. This human that had found him would entertain him while he recovered from that cursed hunter's attacks. He was already beginning to have fun.