09-01-2009, 09:45 PM
Percy stood in the oak door way, fascinated with how the melodies seemed to seep from Ruxandra's delicate fingers. She herself was a prize to behold, gorgeous and powerless, like an exotic flower. He had, once or twice, thought about making her his out of sheer greed, but what he would do with her he wasn't sure. The lavender and rose drifted over to his nose, and cleansing the tempting scent of fresh blood from several doors down. It was peaceful in a way while still being tempting. His hand reached down and stroked Jacinthe's ear once again, while he watched Ruxandra.
He would allow Jacinthe out of the collar every now and then. But only when he was the only one around. He provided her with her own bed or pillow depending on what form she chose to sleep in that night in his large bedroom along with food and even a companion once or twice, but he never demanded anything more than her obedience and beauty. Never had he asked her to sleep in his bed with him, nor kiss the top of his hand. However, the idea of his servant being something more had passed his mind once or twice. After all, no sane man could pass up something so tempting.
'I guess I won't be able to see the stars tonight..' Her voice echoed along with the sonata, a hint of sadness lingering in the air.
"The stars may be beautiful, but the snow in all it's glory holds more similarity to our kind. Peaceful yet powerful enough to kill, reflectant of everything that passes through it. Blood stains it, history marks it, and then when the sun hits it frozen body... it is destroyed. But in the night it thrives along with coldness that follows." His voice was deep, luxurious with age. Every 'T' was pronounced and noticable while the 'R's rolled off his tongue. He was leaning against the door frame watching only her.
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