Private Tales A Name From The Past

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And he smirked when she showed her annoyance.

It was one of the few things he could do in response to her constant insistence to not explain anything and be as mysterious as possible. Which was an annoying trait to an immortal who was used to knowing everything by leaning into his past.

"Oh, I love reveling and I love danger." He said idly. "But the unknown has always made me itch. I assume that's why I constantly jump into the unknown, face first."

Smirking as he stretched and listened to her explanation.

The smirk didn't last for long though. Instead Fane blinked.

"Hold on a minute. Bloodfeasting? You drink blood for your food?" Come to think of it had he seen her eat any normal food or drink anything that wasn't a strange crimson color?

Fane could not remember. He had not quite been paying attention to that.

Lorelei Darke
 
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For as loud as he was speaking she would have been shocked that half of Alliria didn't hear. With measured control to not immediately rush to clap a hand over his howling screamer, Lorelei turned and made her way back over to him.

"Blood makes a large portion of our diet, yes," her voice remained low, green eyes needling the man as she moved to stand at his front, "raw meat makes up the rest. We are not human, but something much higher up the food chain."

Still beneath dragons, though. There wasn't much that ate dragon for lunch.

"I would appreciate you not announcing this to the whole of Alliria," a hand lifted to tug lightly at his beard to get the point across, "it makes our business here much more difficult to handle."
 
"Alright, let's not exaggerate." Grabbing her wrist lightly. "I wasn't that loud." But he kept holding her hand as he gazed up at her lightly.

"You know, I have never had relationships with a vampire before..." Curious there as his other hand slowly ran his fingers along her jaw, down to her neck.

Interested just how hot... or cold she was.

Fane didn't pay that close attention before but now he was. It didn't seem like he was overly concerned about this revelation however.

Just... curious.

In more ways than one.

"What else can you do?"
 
"We are not vampire," the look of disgust on her face was not nearly as strong as what she felt beneath the surface at that misnomer, "we are not diseased or undead. We are Aszai." Lorelei conducted her speech carefully as a matter of maintaining anonymity among those who would largely be deemed her prey. She did not smile with her teeth nor did she speak loudly, openly, or rashly.

But this level of offense warranted a flash of fangs - not that she had any reason to hide them from him any longer. Two sets on both jaws marked her and her sister as something other, something greater, something far more advanced than simple vampires.

Her flesh was not at all cold to the touch, but quite warm. The heartbeat that she could hear in his carotid pumped the same steady rhythm in her own beneath his touch.

The question garnered him a strange look, "What else can I do? You have seen first hand what I can do on the battlefield. You fought against me - or have you forgotten that part?"
 
She really seemed upset by being called a vampire.

Which seemed amusing to Fane.

After all, the moment he mentioned her bloodsucking she practically leaped towards him, resisting the urge to grab his mouth and shush it physically. The telltale signs had been there for Fane to spot and truth to be told he found it attractive how measured and controlled she was over herself.

His eyes flicked down to her fangs and he did not seem afraid.

"I'd hope you aren't diseased or undead, this would be a short would-be marriage." But he left it in the middle that for the broader populace the term didn't matter. It was exactly why her immediate reaction had been what it was.

People, normal ones, did not stop to distinguish what category of bloodsucker you were.

Warm.

His fingers curled around her throat, to feel her breath against his palm. But even if his hand was as large as a shovel, she wouldn't feel much force behind it. Just... a soft touch, almost a claim without violence behind it.

"I am not asking after your battle prowess." Fane murmured softly. As if they were the only two people in the room and her minion wasn't there. "I just wonder..." Leaning in there, heedless of fangs or fury, until his nose brushed hers.

"...can you keep up with me?" A soft smirk she could practically feel against her lips even though air separated them for another inch.

Lorelei Darke
 
Lorelei actually could not help herself. She full-on scoffed.

A laugh followed. It started small and then grew loud, ringing within the warehouse like a city bell. She laughed so hard she had to brace herself against the man with a hand at his shoulder. Her eyes watered. Her fangs flashed again.

When she finally caught her breath, Lore lightly wiped her thumb beneath both eyes to press away the laughing tears without smudging her makeup.

"That's hilarious. Keep up with you... by the Gods, I had no idea you were so funny."
 
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He blinked softly but then looked on bemused.

It was not every day someone laughed straight in his face.

He reached out and thumbed away a little laughing tear she had missed from her cheek. "Mm, oh, I am hilarious, darling." Fane purred warmly and he didn't seem to care at all about her laughing in his face. "But you will see what I mean."

Letting go of her throat and glancing back to the scenery around them.

"So, are you happy with this place? Does it get you everything you need?"

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"Mmm," Lorelei offered the man an appeasing sound of thought on his words, mirth still lighting her expression as she watched his hand smooth a stray tear from her cheek. It had been a very long time since she'd laughed so hard and, to his credit, she could not recall any mate before making her do so.

So at least he had that working in his favor.

Letting loose an amused sigh, she began to make her way back toward the entrance where Zeviir was standing just beyond enjoying a smoke on the docks.

"Happy, no, but it will do..." she was very rarely happy. "Zeviir," Lore stepped out into the fading light of the late afternoon and peered about the docks before turning to once more look upon the warhouse, "find out how much the man wants for the entire block."

"The... all of the warehouses?" Zeviir blinked in surprise at her.

"I expect he will be willing to cut a bargain to get rid of the entire lot in one sale," a sentence said with such surety that it gave the komodo little in the way to argue.

"Of course, I will arrange to speak with him post-haste. Will that be all for the evening, my Lady?"

"That's all," she dismissed him and returned her attention to Fane, "you must be hungry. Dinner?"
 
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"Oh, I am starving." He says airily as he offered his elbow to her. "Am I going to be on the menu?" Dryly, murmured in her ear.

"You know, usually that's a flirting line, but now its both."

A little smirk.

He knew she wouldn't eat him. Would be a stupid thing to do when she needed him for more than one reason, but he did so enjoy to annoy her every once in a while. He had the feeling she didn't have enough people willing to annoy and poke at her.

If you were too high up and too isolated you forget that these sort of disturbances are part of life too.

It kept you honest.

Lorelei Darke
 
Oh, the arm was on offer now was it? Look at the progress he was making from filthy mongrel to gentleman. Lore took it, eyeing him shortly as they began to walk, and snorted at his words.

Still had a long way to go, however.

At least he smelled better now.

"Thank you for the clarification..." she looked aside at him, brow raised over a faint smirk, "I've only ever had to eat one lover and frankly that was more than he deserved."

Walked a bit further on, Lorelei leaned her head toward him, "I was thinking steak. Know any good places?"
 
There would always be a wild side left to him.

Feral, almost. It was in the set of his shoulders and the glint of his eyes. As if he was straining against even his own civility.

"Oh, that couldn't be an inspired journey." He murmured thoughtful. What could the man have done to deserve even less than being eaten alive by their one-time wife? Fane didn't pry further though. She barely wanted to tell him about her plans, what odds did he have about something so personal?

"Mm, oh, I know a few good ones."

Something told him the steak she was interested in was more rare than well-done however.

"I have been kicked out by most of them, but I doubt they'd even recognize me now." He glanced back at her. "You like your steak spicy or neutral?"

Lorelei Darke
 
She gave him a skeptical look, "Darling, I could put a burlap sack over your head and I'm certain they'd still recognize you..." Because how many men the size of mountains were presently trouncing their way through the city one tavern, restaurant, and deli at a time.

Options. Options were good.

"Spicy." It wasn't her preference, but it'd been a while since she'd gone with some heat. Why not liven things up a bit. Nutritionally. Not violently.
 
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"Talking about spicy. How kinky." He considered asking her if she was going to tie him up for good measure or only keep it to the burlap sack.

But he didn't wanna encourage her either.

Instead he began to move towards one of the food dives that served the best spicy steaks this side of the city. His other hand covering hers at his elbow. Lightly stroking her knuckles, playfully. "What are you going to do if they try an' jump me to finish the last fight I had there?"

Mostly a curious tone.
 
"...fair point, but you shouldn't be encouraging my worst tendencies." He said after a moment of consideration. "Do you really want me to revert to the animal your man found?"

It was tempting, granted. The clinging clothes were already grating him. Where was the time you wore something that was actually well-made and didn't try to squeeze you into death?
 
"Mmm," Lorelei made a capitulating sound of thought at the point made. But it was less for the idea of him going all wyldman again and more the idea of-

"Mavers would be distraught at what you'd do to his work..." green looked his way, humored still by the thought, "I suppose I'll just use my charm to make them look the other way then."
 
"Oh, yes, your charm." He says lightly and it could have been a prequel to sarcasm. Because Fane, while thinking highly of her in some ways, did not speak any of those ways outloud. It would go to her head and frankly she was already so tall.

"Careful, darling." He purred in her ear. "We don't want a war to break out for your favor. They only just remodeled."

Giving her cheek a kiss.
 
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This sort of back and forth wasn't something she'd ever expected to have missed, but curiously enough she was now enjoying. Enough, even, to get a faint smile from her. When was the last time she'd taken pot-shots at a potential mate? Must have been Avicus... he'd never shied away from his humor.

"Hm," she offered in response to his ribbing and his kiss. Her hand squeezed at his arm, "of course. I'll keep it light: a wink and a smile."
 
The squeeze was a surprise but not an unwelcome one.

"A smile? Oh, one of your smiles would turn a little brawl into a skirmish." Smirking there as he continued to tease her because... it was fun to do. It had been a while since he had a mate, but he found himself settle into this new dynamic with... interest.

Eventually they'd reach the food hole.

It was a nice place and by the looks of it they repaired the damage caused by his previous admission. The owner was squinting at him, as if trying to figure out where to place him.

Before he could put two and two together he placed a heavy pouch on the table.

"My woman and me wish to dine here. Gold upfront. Not interested in any trouble. Good?" The owner didn't just look at the pouch of gold. He also looked at the size of Fane's hand-shaped shovels. He decided wisely that it would be a bad idea to try and embarrass him while he was trying to be on his best behavior.

"But of course, mister... Blackburn? What would you like to order?"

He glanced at Lorelei Darke and then back to the owner. "A steak for the Lady. Properly seasoned, but on the raw side." His hip bumped into hers, offering her an opportunity to speak up and correct him or forever hold her peace.

"For me, my usual, spread it across three plates though. I don't want to try and balance another tower."
 
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She'd been about to elbow him in the ribs for the my woman comment but was convinced into humor by the nudge of his hips.

"A proper cut, if you please," Lorelei eyed the proprietor with a drawn smile, "I'm not a little bird."

As so many men liked to assume women didn't actually eat. Given a nod of understanding, the man motioned them toward a table. Once seated, she fixed her eyes on Fane and stared. He was never going to be a gentleman - it simply wasn't in his nature. Much as she could dress him up like one, there would always be rough edges.

Perhaps that wasn't such a bad thing, either.

Most all of her prior husbands and bedmates had been men of high class and caliber. Each powerful in their own right and way. All of them willing to fight and wage war at her word. Predictable, easy to manage and handle, even if in the end the partnerships hadn't granted those fairy tale endings that young women seem to pine for. That was simply the way of things for those that did not readily succumb to time.

"Tell me something about you that I do not already know," she said once they were alone again aside from the other patrons seated around them. This was a game they could likely play for countless years to come given the countless years held between them - lifetimes unknown to one another.
 
Not a gentleman, not a Lord, not a noble.

And definitely not easy to manage.

"Are we playing a game, woman?" Slowly stretching there as his foot brushed against hers with a little bit of a tease.

"Hmm. I spend five years as a fisherman when I grew tired of waging war down South. I threw down my sword, disappeared. Made my own fishing boat and just... Went out there, exploring the ocean."

Few if any knew about it. Most assumed that Fane was always Fane, because who could imagine a man like this being as unassuming as a fisherman?

Lorelei Darke
 
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"Are we playing a game, woman?"

Well, she was genuinely interested in learning more about him but sure, why the fuck not make it a game? It wasn't as if they would be running short on answers any time soon. The foot nudge grew a smirk as she listened, eventually leaning to withdraw a Sten from her clutch and accepting a light from a passing waitress.

A slow pull on the cigarette and her lungs filled with the tingling sensation of calm. Exhale through pursed lips filled the space between them with smoke the hue of pale violet that smelled faintly of something akin to mint.

"And what did you find out on the ocean?" Lor questioned, folding one leg over the other and nudging his calf with the toe of her lofted foot.
 
"Sunken cities, fish-men, men-fish." He recounted after a moment of thought. "I was once swallowed by a whale and discovered a settlement inside."

His eyes flicking to hers, amusement clear there.

What wasn't clear was if he was serious or not.

"A mage had made their home in the whale's belly. Using magic they made a whole ecosystem inside of it." Leaning back again but his foot ran slowly up against her ankle in response to her nudge. "The world is a fascinating place when you realize there is more to it than politics or land grabs."

It might have sounded like a rebuke towards her own aims.

"But after five years I went right back to picking up a sword and starting to carve my way through the eastern continent, so." A shrug as he studied her curiously. "How about you. A thing I don't know about you."

Same issue- they lived such long lives and their lives had only overlapped once (as far as they knew). There was a whole universe of things to draw from.

Lorelei Darke
 
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