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Post by {K}itsune on Dec 22, 2009 22:42:40 GMT -5
If anything, she felt proud of Charon for having progressed past simply liking her for her body. Naminé felt that if that had not been the case, then he would have attempted to jump her in an instant, not that she had a huge ego or anything, simply because he had shown an interest in doing just that many times before. Plus, it wasn't like he closed his eyes whenever she and Orpheus were making love. He enjoyed it quite a lot, if she was anyone to talk.
If the buzzing in the back of her head was anything to go by, she knew that Liora was reacting much as she would, if she felt like speaking. She figured Liora was probably mocking Charon all the way back to hell, and was probably talking naught but cupcakes and sunshine. Turning around to find that Orpheus was following her lead, and had already stripped down to his trousers, she nodded, smiled in "parting" and clambered gracefully into her side of the bed. "Good night, Charon." she said softly, as her hair fell over her closing eyes. Hopefully Orpheus would be back soon because although this wasn't bad right now, it had the possiblity to get rather awkward.
ooc// mines not great either. have a great holiday! <3
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Post by Despair on Jan 11, 2010 15:16:26 GMT -5
((ooc: museless.....lol, sorry for the horrible delay, real life has been interfering with my usually-more-interesting cyber life lol)) [glow=red,500] Come on, kid. Snap out of it.[/glow] [glow=white,500] Charon, he can't hear you![/glow] [glow=red,500] The hell he can't! ORPHEUS! I have your girlfriend in my fiendish clutches.
She's at my mercy...
I could kill her any second, you know...
...Either he can't hear me, or I've finally knocked some sense into him. [/glow] [glow=white,500] I sincerely hope it's the first option. Now, settle down. Whatever that creature did to him was obviously powerful enough to require quite a bit of time to recuperate. Leave him alone. [/glow] [glow=red,500] Easy for you to say, you're a useless ball of feathers. I, however, am the one covering for his dumb a.ss. Therefore, I have the right to threaten him any way I choose.[/glow] [glow=white,500] Charon...[/glow] [glow=red,500] Fine, woman! I'll leave him alone for now, but if he's not awake by morning, drastic measures will be taken.[/glow] ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ He had been uncharacteristically silent throughout all of breakfast, not even bothering to make a sarcastic or perverted comment when Naminé was getting dressed. No, Charon had realized that the unthinkable had come to reality. He was... worried.((sorry it's so bad, it's leading up to something, I promise! And do you want to be Lamya? Charon's going to call on her for help, and I think trying to be four characters at once might actually kill me lol. dont worry about following the bio I made for her to the letter, I rather like the unique spin you put on your characters ))
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Post by {K}itsune on Jan 11, 2010 16:11:49 GMT -5
ooc// i can try to be lamya. im not the greatest at darker characters, but ill try
bic// When Naminé woke, she knew instantly that Orpheus was still MIA. If he had come back to his senses, he would have woken her up the moment he remembered what had happened, and that he hadn't just woken up like any normal morning. She couldn't find it within herself to melt down or cry, she just sighed brushed her obsidian hair from her eyes and rolled out of bed. Without bothering to cover herself up, she stripped to her undergarments and pulled on her leather travelling outfit. It was all she had brought with her.
Turning around after tying her hair up into a loose pony-tail, she glanced at Charon in silence. She would have thought that with Charon in charge, Orpheus' physical appearance would have changed to the master's, but what did she know about the mechanics of such things? However, she did know Charon, and it wasn't like him to be so quiet. Even if he wasn't attracted to her body, he would normally have made some comment.
By the time she was eating, the silence was straining around her, pushing down on her shoulders, and causing her to get extremely paranoid. Finally as she got up to put her dishes somewhere, she found she'd had enough. The bowl crashed to the table beneath her, and rattled around a little before settling, as she twirled around, placed her hands on her hips and literally glared at Charon. "Ah, hell, Charon! What's the matter with you?" she growled, her normally doe-like eyes flashing with annoyance, she was tired of having secrets kept from her.
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Post by Despair on Jan 11, 2010 17:53:26 GMT -5
"Ah, hell, Charon! What's the matter with you?"
Charon looked up, irritation flashing over his features. Though he had no way of reading her mind, ironically, that one glance would have confirmed her thoughts on his appearance. Not only had the scarlet and brown of Orpheus' irises gone the dangerous ebonite, golden flecks flitting through them, but his features were beginning to take on a resemblence to the inner demon's own.
"I'm thinking, woman." he growled in return. Oddly enough, there was some comfort in the familiar banter between him and Orpheus' beloved. Charon stood, cracking his knuckles as he shifted his gaze up to the heavens thoughtfully. "Maybe..."
He turned back to Naminé. "I know someone who may be able to help us. Unfortunately, we'll have to go the Temple to contact her, and I'm not a hundred percent certain that she'll even bother helping us at all." he informed her, though he knew the last part was a lie. Lamya would destroy entire galaxies if he asked her too. Ah, the beauty of being the subject of a Godess' "crush".
"Anyway, we'd better get going now before anyone sees us and asks questions." he added, straightening his shirt and striding towards the door without waiting for her response.
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Post by {K}itsune on Jan 11, 2010 21:49:41 GMT -5
The change was instant. One minute Naminé was feeling rather depressed and completely annoyed, and the next she was grinning confidently and feeling much like her usual self. All it had taken was Charon's curt reply. Naminé couldn't say she was friends with Charon, but she was rather fond of him, and she was grateful none-the-less for him turning her around, yet again, with his annoying attitude.
Suddenly he was looking to the heavens, and Nami found her eyebrows raising. "Never took you for the praying type, Charon." she teased, unable to stop herself. Her lips twitched up into a mix between a smirk and a silly grin. He'd probably try to get back at her, but right now it was worth it.
"I know someone who may be able to help us. Unfortunately, we'll have to go to the Temple to contact her, and I'm not a hundred percent certain that she'll even bother helping us at all."
Turning her gaze fully onto him, she tilted her head to the side, causing her hair to tumble down her shoulders. "What are we waiting for then?" she questioned, and headed for the door even before he had a chance to suggest it. She had all her stuff with her already, she was prepared to go and never stop. "Who are we going to see, by the way, that we have to go to the Temple?" she asked as they were leaving.
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Post by Despair on Jan 11, 2010 22:06:41 GMT -5
"Who are we going to see, by the way, that we have to go to the Temple?"
He tilted his head back towards her, a grin on his handsome visage that revealed the dangerously elongated canine teeth of demon kind. His eyes flashed, their dark depths momentarily obscured by scarlet as the sunlight cast shadows across his face. ”Lamya, of course.”
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The temple was, if nothing else, magnificent. Every inch of the stone was intricately carved and revealed centuries of tedious, delicate work by thousands of different hands. It was entirely barren, though the darkness lapped at his feet and legs seductively upon their entrance.
“Stay close, and let me do the talking.” he warned softly, glancing back at his mostly-human companion. Charon could see it now; she would pipe up with some sarcastic comment, Lamya would take offense, and all H.ell would break loose.
Shaking his head, the demon approached the alter and ran a finger along it delicately. There was no way he was kneeling. In a raised voice that echoed around the stone walls, he called out for the Goddess.
“Goddess, I call you by truce of the High Blood shed a thousand years ago. Hear me, Lamya. I call upon you now as you once asked me to do.”
It wasn’t intended to be eloquent, but the effect was dramatic. The candles, dusty from disuse but elegantly scattered throughout the temple, burst into flame. The alter ignited in a silver fire that was somehow…cold. Charon rolled his eyes, reaching a hand into the flame to allow Lamya some form of identification. D.amn woman always was picky about who she bothered listening to.
Now, he had to act quick. Closing his eyes, he grasped the faint ghost of the wings he remembered and forced them from Orpheus’ shoulders. His features shimmered once and then took on a demonic air as he forced his essence further into Orpheus’ soul. It wasn’t fun, and he knew Orpheus wouldn’t appreciate it, but it was necessary if Lamya was to help them.
Opening his eyes once again and casting another glance back towards Nami, Charon awaited the arrival of the Goddess.
((sorry, kinda bad.))
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Post by {K}itsune on Jan 11, 2010 22:39:31 GMT -5
Naminé found that she wasn't offended by Charon telling her to keep her trap shut. This was a dark place, and she knew she had little to know pull here. Along with that, she didn't pray to this goddess all that often. She'd never tried to have a baby, and she fairly good at seduction on her own, so what use would there be? Plus she wasn't quite sure if she believed in the gods or not.
Doing as she was told, she stayed back as he approached the alter, touching it in an intimate way. Oh, of course he knew the goddess, of course. He was devilishly handsome, so it made sense that the goddess of seduction would have a crush on him. Pursing her lips and grinding her teeth as more of Orpheus' features disappeared, she kept quiet, she trusted Charon, despite what he was, and she knew that he was doing this for Orpheus.
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The world between realms set up just for the dieties of the pathetic world below, was a rather boring place. Lamya knew this more than any. She was waited upon hand and foot, fed the most succulent foods and given the richest drink for her to quench her thirst. As if she needed any of that. The only thing that kept her going was the abundance of Gods (and when she was really bored, Goddesses) to quench her ...other thirsts. It was almost unbareable at times, when she remembered, like a distant memory, a man, devilish in his beauty, who had made her blood burn more than any other, who ruled her mind almost day and night; Charon.
Lamya was standing at the edge of the Twilight, looking down on the scarlet and amethyst moons belows, swirling her wine in her hand with an unsatisfied expression, as she suddenly heard her name being called from her Temple.
"Goddess, I call you by truce of the High Blood shed a thousand years ago. Hear me, Lamya. I call upon you now as you once asked me to do."
It was obviously someone of old and power, if they new of the High Blood, however, no-one was allowed to call her by name. Her temper flared, but she kept her cool. The candles lit in her temple, as did the cold fire that burst upon her alter, where she gazed out. She could see a girl, and a somewhat recognizable man. When a hand reached into her fire and the male's figure morphed, she felt her pulse race and the fire in her body tighten. Charon. He had finally called upon her! Good, he finally realized what a catch she was.
Slowly the silver flame went out, and a shadow flitted across the alter, slowly taking the shape of a woman, until finally her lithe and cat-like figure appeared. "Charon". she purred, her voice seductive. As she slunk off her alter, she felt the shackles of the Deity realm slip away like a blanket falling from her shoulders. Her hips swayed naturally as she moved to his side, and her dark eyes smouldered.
From behind, Naminé caught her breath. The goddess, in person. Even she couldn't deny that Lamya was the most seductive and beautiful woman she had ever set her eyes on.
ooc// eh, i tried
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Post by Despair on Jan 12, 2010 18:28:47 GMT -5
((it's AMAZING!!! i officially love that post XD especially her arrogance, it's so perfect lmao))
Nami’s gasp of shock echoed through the room as Lamya herself emerged from the cloak of darkness accompanying her. Charon acted as if he hadn’t heard, focusing all attention on the glorious Being before him.
"Charon". The Goddess breathed.
“My lady,” he purred, his low tones equally seductive as he took her hand lightly, raising it to his lips without ever once breaking eye contact. “It has been far too long; I find it rather difficult to imagine the extent of your beauty when it is beyond my vision. You are even more lovely than I recall, Lamya.” he murmured, stepping closer to speak into her ear. Orpheus’ body was almost as impressive as Charon’s, and while seduction was much easier in his own body--seduction was, naturally, engraved in every cell of his body--it was hardly difficult in this one. Besides, he had forced his own traits out further, so that Orpheus and Charon’s physical appearances were so intertwined that it was easy to see one instead of the other, depending on your mind set. He was confident that Lamya would see his own features easily.
Ignoring Naminé completely for the time being, he looped an arm around Lamya’s waist lightly. “You see, my dear, I’ve gotten myself into a bit of a fix…one that I had a feeling would be well within your abilities to assist me with. I can assure you that it would be worth your while.” With those words his voice had dropped lower, promising the granting of her wildest fantasies, should she choose to assist him. Now all he could do was hope she took the bait. Of course, Lamya had always made it clear that she would kill for a night with him--she may be the feminine essence of sex, but those pathetic Gods she fooled around with couldn’t hold a candle to Charon’s expertise.
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Post by {K}itsune on Jan 13, 2010 16:29:24 GMT -5
As the Goddess of Night moved towards Charon, Naminéé had a flash of what she suddenly realized must be coming. 'Ah, hell! Not in Orpheus' body!' she thought, suddenly horrified. Charon wouldn't...that couldn't be his plan! He would have more decency than that...wouldn't he? 'Gods, tell me he's decent enough to at least not make me stay and watch..' she thought, as she realized that Charon knew what he was doing, and if he was really going to seduce the Goddess in this body, it had to be the only way. Bowing her head, she closed her eyes, 'Orpheus, you'd better be far enough gone not to witness or feel what happens.' her thoughts whispered.
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The girl's gasp of surprise was really quite helpful actually; it kind of helped make the mood, the eerieness of it all. Just perfect. Lamya found herself almost purring under his attention, and she thought she might spontaniously combust when she felt those ever-so desired lips touching her hand. Even under his attentiveness, she didn't lose her calm. Silver eyes with flecks of emerald, crimson, and gold stared back at him, heavy lashes falling heavily over them, casting a shadow on her cheek.
"My lady, It has been far too long; I find it rather difficult to imagine the extent of your beauty when it is beyond my vision. You are even more lovely than I recall, Lamya." his carefully spun words reaching her ears; whispered for only her to hear. Now that she was closer she could see the features that were unique to Charon, the features that made her blood boil like no other could. Although she was a woman, and a lusty one at that, she was still a Goddess. "Charon, Smoothest of Word-Weavers, while I am flattered at your attentiveness, know that I am harder to trick with charm than the beings you are use to. You say it is difficult to recall my beauty when you are not in My presence, yet at any moment you could have called upon me, knowing I would come in an instant. My intentions have been made quite clear." she murmured, despite the gentle flow of her anger apparent just underneath her glossy words, she had spoken in a voice filled with her lust for him, and she let him hear it.
Her eyes partially lidded, she allowed him to pull their bodies together by wrapping an arm around her small waist. "You see, my dear, I've gotten myself into a bit of a fix...one that I had a feeling would be well within your abilities to assist me with. I can assure you that it would be worth your while." his sultry lips continued to sprout candy coated words. Of course, when he said it that way, how could she deny? He knew what she wanted, as much as she did, and she wouldn't deny her body this chance. Still..
"Master of the Puppets, I see you haven't lost your touch. I am quite sure it would be worth my while, and you, My little devil, know that it would be worth yours," all those tales about her being the best in bed, weren't false, they were made for a reason, "What is this deed - I must thank it - that suddenly cause you to call upon Me, Charon?" the Goddess questioned, as her eyes flashed. Suddenly the air around them was filled with more than an aphrodisiac, it was God strengthed. No, it was not her secret, but she wanted to hold him here, she wanted to see just what it was he was offering her, in exchange for her services.
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Post by Despair on Jan 13, 2010 16:48:49 GMT -5
"Charon, Smoothest of Word-Weavers, while I am flattered at your attentiveness, know that I am harder to trick with charm than the beings you are use to. You say it is difficult to recall my beauty when you are not in My presence, yet at any moment you could have called upon me, knowing I would come in an instant. My intentions have been made quite clear."
He practically purred at the compliment, his own precious ego flattered, though he had no argument for her point. The anger was clear; it echoed silently, yet impossibly loud around the room. A Goddess’s anger was not something any sane person, Immortal or not, roused willingly. Of course, he wasn’t so frightened as to plead with her. Instead he spoke the truth, knowing it wouldn’t serve so much as an excuse as a simple explanation, merely a way to ease her divine fury. He didn’t speak yet, choosing instead to weave his words carefully in his mind for a long moment as she went on.
"Master of the Puppets, I see you haven't lost your touch. I am quite sure it would be worth my while, and you, My little devil, know that it would be worth yours," A fact he knew all too well, of course. "What is this deed - I must thank it - that suddenly cause you to call upon Me, Charon?"
“Alas, Lamya, you alight upon the very heart of my troubles,” he sighed, running a hand through her glossy hair, gently stroking and smoothing each lock from the roots to the tips in fluid, sensual movements. He could sense the strong attraction enchantments she was weaving, and allowed himself to step closer so that she could feel the powerful muscles in his form against her own shapely body.
“Know this, my Queen; I would have called upon you within moments, had the man whose body I am trapped within allowed it. However, I have been held prisoner for so many years--with an Angel, no less--and now disaster has struck yet again.” Only now did he step back and gesture towards Naminé. ”This is Naminé, lover of the human who usually controls this shell. He was attacked while attempting to rescue her and put under some sort of spell, which he has not awakened from. I, of course, may only emerge in such dire circumstances, and so have been awaiting his return. I could think of noone with better ability to remedy such a problem as you, the Rose of Immortality herself…” he had by now returned to facing Lamya, and now leaned closer so that his lips brushed her ear. “And, should you return this shell to the proper owner and release me from my prison, I can promise you ecstasy like you have never felt before.”
It was a dangerous gamble, but if he could be free of Orpheus and still save him at the same time…well, what wouldn’t Charon give to be his own master once more? H.ell, he would marry Lamya if that was the price.
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Post by {K}itsune on Jan 13, 2010 17:24:25 GMT -5
"Alas, Lamya, you alight upon the very heart of my troubles." came his reply at last. With every word, his fingers stroked enticingly through her thick ebony hair trying to either distract her or cause her to agree without thinking. He ought to know that after the years she'd lived through, she had better control over her uncontrollable body than that. As he took a step closer, she pressed her hips tight against his, giving herself a little, while forcing him to feel the heat at the same moment, if she could have him slightly off guard, the better.
"Know this, my Queen; I would have called upon you within moments, had the man whose body I am trapped within allow it. However, I have been held prisoner for so many years--with an Angel, no less--and now disaster has struck yet again," he began, weaving craftily. Lamya almost growled as he stepped back to gesture at the woman who had tried to make herself as small as possible on the outside wall. Silver eyes flashed to the woman who's head was only now rising out of a bowed position. Eyes narrowing, Lamya surveyed her with her eyes quickly, suddenly as dangerous and a snake coiled to attack. However, it was the scars on the girl that caused her to calm herself from her Goddessly anger. Oh, no scars externally, it was all on the inside. This girl had been through a lot, and while she was anger that the girl had come between her and her prey, she was the Goddess of Maternity, and she didn't like seeing young women in pain. She turned her eyes, quieted, back to Charon to listen to what he had to say.
"This is Naminé, lover of the human who usually controls this shell. He was attacked while attempting to rescue her and put under some sort of spell, which he has not awakened from. I,of course, may only emerge ni such dire circumstances, and so have been awaiting his return. I could think of no-one with better ability to remedy such a problem as you, the Rose of Immortality herself..." he murmured, as he pulled her close again, his lips brushing her hear. "And, should you return this shell to the proper owner and release me from my prison, I can promise you ecstasy like you have never felt before."
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Ah, so that was why Charon was doing all this. It wasn't because he cared for her or Orpheus, it was because he wanted his freedom. Well, what could she expect? He was a demon. Somehow Naminé couldn't blame him for it....especially because all he wanted was his freedom. Everyone should have that, and she never had. They were alike, she and Charon.
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Lamya's gaze became calculating as she looked at him, instead of lustful, although that was an undercurrent. She knew she could get anything from him for this; his freedom. So, she'd milk it as much as possible, and why shouldn't she get it, she was a Goddess, she had the right to demand whatever she wanted, of anyone. "I am sure you can come through on that promise, Charon," she began, her voice becoming low and seductive, as her fingers lightly traced his, or rather the shell's, chest. He would feel it, nonetheless. "I'll refuse your proposal. I have one of my own. Oh, you will give me what you have promised, but I desire more than just a one-night-stand, Freedom-Seaker. I won't ask much. Somehow I don't believe you would have called me, had you not had need to, even if you were free. Therefore, I will have this night, but I will also have many more to come. You will come to Me; everytime I call. I won't call often, and you will have your freedom, but when I call, you will come. This is my price. Is your quest worth it?" she asked. If he backed out, she would have him tonight, no matter what. Her eyes met his, waiting for his answer; dangerous, yet again.
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Post by Despair on Jan 13, 2010 17:43:50 GMT -5
"I'll refuse your proposal. I have one of my own. Oh, you will give me what you have promised, but I desire more than just a one-night-stand, Freedom-Seaker. I won't ask much. Somehow I don't believe you would have called me, had you not had need to, even if you were free. Therefore, I will have this night, but I will also have many more to come. You will come to Me; everytime I call. I won't call often, and you will have your freedom, but when I call, you will come. This is my price. Is your quest worth it?"
He had expected this, though he wasn't happy about the reversal in their roles of predator and prey. He watched her for a long moment, eyes narrowed and calculating. There were, of course, other favors he could call in, but none so powerful as Lamya.
Surprisingly, his head turned, he gaze seeking Naminé's. His eyes revealed the complexity of the calculations running through his mind. His freedom, Orpheus' safety, his pride, Naminé...all carefully taken into account. His pride resented her attempt to use him, demanding that he take control. His affection for Nami demanded that he risk everything to save Orpheus and protect her. His freedom...something sought for so long, it was almost a dream now.
And shockingly, right at that moment, Liora spoke.
Charon...this is what you've always wanted, isn't it? She can give you back your freedom. You can leave... Was that sadness he heard in her voice?
He didn't respond, turning back to gaze at Lamya once again. In all honesty, the addition to his proposal had come from habit of attempting to break free. It didn't matter so much anymore...but...
"Very well. However, I will not answer to you as anything less than your equal, Lamya." he finally agreed, the cool tone of his voice hiding any emotion he might have been feeling.
((I'm shocked at the awesomeness of these past few posts lolz))
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Post by {K}itsune on Jan 13, 2010 18:04:23 GMT -5
ooc//i feel bad! i hurt poor Charon! i love you!
bic// Lamya could see that he was considering his other options, he really did want his freedom, but he wanted it in it's entirety. She didn't want to give him that. Eyes narrowing as his head turned toward the beautiful girl against the wall, she waited, seeing what he would decide.
Naminé caught his eyes, and she looked at him silently, her gaze sad. She wanted Orpheus back, more than anything, but she couldn't wish slavery, in any form, on anyone. She knew what it was like to want to be free, and she knew that anything less than being your own person wouldn't suffice, not really. At that moment, she felt Liora talking to him, and she wondered what the angel was saying. 'Get the hell out? (in nicer terms)', 'Don't leave', 'Don't do it', 'Be selfless', what? She wished she knew.
"Very well. However, I will not answer to you as anything less than your equal, Lamya."
Lamya's expression stayed the same. There was no exultations, or anger. However, she felt like spitting at his feet. The man she yearned for was not a man to give in, especially not for another's sake. He would have wormed his way in, until he'd gotten free with nothing. Never could she be disgusted by him, her body desired his too much, but...for lack of better word, she was disappointed.
With a sigh, she spread her hands wide. "You could have been a God, Charon. The Lover of a Goddess. However, I am disappointed by your surrender. Where is the hell-fire that I so often saw in you, Charon? You ought to get it back. I'll free you and save your friend. Give me one night, and stop by my temple more often if it suits you, but I will not call upon you. I will gladly come at your beckoning, should you desire me yet again, but you will have your freedom in it's entirety, I need not a broken man." she said, her voice going soft in her advisement.
Naminé's head snapped up. It seemed she must be the Goddess of Luck if they were really getting off this easy. She would never have expected the Goddess to turn everything on it's head so suddenly. 'Take the deal, Charon,' she thought, her eyes wide, as she leaned forward. It was exactly what he had asked for in the beginning. Gods, let him accept.
Lamya's silver eyes flecked with obsidian as she looked at him, and the charms around them became stronger, more compelling. Perhaps the young one ought to leave soon.
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Post by Despair on Jan 13, 2010 18:24:05 GMT -5
"You could have been a God, Charon. The Lover of a Goddess. However, I am disappointed by your surrender. Where is the hell-fire that I so often saw in you, Charon? You ought to get it back. I'll free you and save your friend. Give me one night, and stop by my temple more often if it suits you, but I will not call upon you. I will gladly come at your beckoning, should you desire me yet again, but you will have your freedom in it's entirety, I need not a broken man."
A small smirk graced his lips; a game well played. If she wished for fire, she had found it. Whether this had all been a result of subtle manipulation neither woman had been aware of, or if he had truly been willing to sacrifice his freedom for Orpheus and his lover, Lamya would never know. ]"You should know by now, my dear, that I have no wish to be a God. Such impersonations rather nauseate me." he responded softly, almost casually, now that she had given her word. Even Lamya, for all her tricks, was bound by the Ancient Laws and could not go back on a promise once made. "I accept your revised offer."
He turned back towards Naminé, his smirk now fading to reveal the inner stress he had been fighting through, the revelation of exactly how taxing the negotiation had been and the truth that he really had been willing to sacrifice everything for Orpheus' sake, or perhaps even hers. "Naminé, leave this place and wait outside. I will send Orpheus to you when he has been freed." he told her gently.
((Charon: That's quite alright. As you can see, I had everything under control. Me: No you didn't, you big softie. Charon: Silence, fool. ))
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Post by {K}itsune on Jan 15, 2010 16:09:15 GMT -5
Lamya's keen eyes watched Charon throughout her speech, and almost laughed aloud at his small, poorly hidden smirk of triumph. Oh, she was smarter than he thought, she knew that it hadn't been a rouse. Charon, despite all the hype about being a demon, was a very noble being. Although he didn't realize it, she knew him better than every other being on the planet. They were alike in many ways, she and Charon, and eventually he would realize it. For he would never be happy, or content, with anyone but She because all others didn't see him as She did. She saw right through him, to his very core, his soul. One day he would see how foolish he had been, and it was only a matter of time; she could wait, she was Immortal, afterall.
"You should know by now, my dear, that I have no wish to be a God. Such impersonations rather nauseate me." he said in reply to Her long speech.
Lamya barked a laugh. "Oh, yes, Charon, I know you have no desire to be a God, but even you, for all your quick wit and power, would sacrifice lives to gain the power and wisdom of a Deity." she chuckled, her lips smirking slyly.
"I accept your revised offer." he answered, his voice lowered seductively. With silver eyes darkening with black, reflective flecks, she moved a step closer to him. Now that the bargain had been made, he would bound to pleasuring her this night, and both of their bodies would be driven by an unquenchable thirst. They would desire each other, equally, the moment the offer had been accepted.
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Naminé nodded, in what could be thanks or acceptance as he turned back to her. Her face remained expressionless, the Goddess terrified her, personally. Later she would thank the High Demon, but right now, all she wanted was to leave, so when his voice echoed through the temple granting her permission, no suggesting it, she bowed out quickly, and rushed to the woods beyond the temple, hoping not to have to be subject to hearing anything that might happen in the temple.
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Lamya's eyes remained focused on her target. As he turned back to her, one strong but tapered finger reached out and stroked his cheek. "I want you not in this body, so we best get started."
In that very instant, a blast of divine wind blast him away and towards the frigid and cold stone floor. Shackles broke free of the ground and glowed with Divine energy as they wrapped around Charon's limps, keeping his secured against the ground. Lamya's eyes flecked with gold as she strode over to Charon, electric currents flowed through the chains, throwing his body into spasms. "Try to relax." she said simply, her voice expressionless.
Suddenly, in one fluid moment, Lamya had crouched down, and Her hand had pierced through Orpheus' stomach. Blood and gore splashed onto the silver halter gown that the Goddess wore, as well as on her cheek and lips, but She didn't bother to wipe it off, or even cringe. Clenching her hand into a fist, she drew it out, dragging a silvery image of a devistatingly handsome, full grown man. Whipping the ghostly figure out of the bleeding body, she released it on the floor next to the body, and bent over it. Pressing her lips to ghostly ones, she breathed Divine Air into the form, and leaned back as color flooded the body as well as mass, and life.
Then she quickly healed Orpheus' body fully, there would be no complications, she was a Goddess afterall, she could command anything to do her will. Then she put a hand on his head, while Charon slowly regained life in his real body, and closed her eyes. Entering the half-blood's mind, her eyes opened within the darkness, a vivid silver and green and the space within his mind and around her eyes echoed with her power. Instantly she found the boy's conscious and pulled it to the surface. As she opened her eyes, so did Orpheus and Charon.
"Welcome back to the world, Sons of Mystra." her divine voice spoke, echoing eeirly in the Temple. Yet again, she was free of gore completely, and her silver eyes gazed down at the newly awakened men. Both would be perfectly fine. Mystra was the mother of All. ooc// how do we do this, haha[/size][/blockquote]
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