servessithis: (casual)
Vicente Valtieri ([personal profile] servessithis) wrote2011-05-26 09:31 pm

Contract 7 [Action]

[As is typical for Vicente, he's out at night, about an hour after the sun has gone down. He's in a secluded area of the park, cloak drawn tight and appears to be waiting for someone.]

Dear Angua, are you here?

[OOC: Vicente and Angua are stuck in a supernatural Romeo and Juliet story, with vampires and werewolves.]

[identity profile] badhairlifetime.livejournal.com 2011-05-27 07:31 am (UTC)(link)
She is glad that it's close to the new moon that they can meet again. The few times they've had to secretly be with each other at night, close to the full moon were unbearable. But she still came.

She would always come for him. She steps out of a bush.

"Don't speak my name so freely, you never know who might be about." She chides him lightly, but she is smiling. She is happy to see him.

[identity profile] servessithis.livejournal.com 2011-05-27 07:46 am (UTC)(link)
Vicente flashes his fangs in a pleased smile as she shows herself.

"Ah, of course, how careless of me," He says. It seemed he become so caught up in his eagerness for her return that he had nearly slipped up. Such a thing may cost them.

He quickly gazes around with his Hunter's Sight. "We are alone at last, my dear." The vampire holds pulls back his hood and holds out a pale, long-fingered hand to her.

[identity profile] badhairlifetime.livejournal.com 2011-05-27 11:50 pm (UTC)(link)
She also is wearing a big cloak, less for the sake of concealing herself, more because it's easy to manipulate, whatever shape you're in, and easy to carry. Not for the first time she is glad for his Sight, as it can sense more than her smell, especially when she's in this shape.

"It seems as though we see each other less and less these days." She gracefully takes his hand, smiling. "Have you run into any trouble?"

[identity profile] servessithis.livejournal.com 2011-05-28 12:24 am (UTC)(link)
Vicente runs his thumb across her hand, her warmth contrasting with his somewhat cold flesh.

He sighs, "Indeed we do. I was nearly ambushed by a member of your family the other night, and was forced to use my Reign of Terror power on him." Said power did not last long on werewolves, but it had caused the young wolf to flee long enough for the vampire to escape. "I do hope my own family has not caused you any harm."

[identity profile] badhairlifetime.livejournal.com 2011-05-30 07:11 pm (UTC)(link)
His chilled skin had somehow grown to become a comfort to her.

"Mm, I heard about that." The smile on her face does not go down, but instead perhaps increases a little. "He was rather upset." She pauses, in silent concentration. "Last week one of yours was looking to do much of the same thing to me. He was young and inexperienced, though. He wasn't expecting me to Change. It took him off guard and I was able to escape from him easily enough."

[identity profile] servessithis.livejournal.com 2011-05-30 07:30 pm (UTC)(link)
Vicente just shakes his head. "Yes, he told us of this. I had feared it was you. Still, I am glad you were unscathed by the encounter."

The vampire put his other hand over her's, long, pale fingers closing over it. "If only our respective families would put their differences aside. Not only is it getting on my last nerve, but it is terribly obstructive." Vicente shuddered to think what either side would do if they found out about him and Angua.

[identity profile] badhairlifetime.livejournal.com 2011-05-30 08:35 pm (UTC)(link)
"I am glad that you made it out of Remy's alright."

She looked up at his eyes, her own full of longing and sadness. "I don't know what it would take for such a thing to happen." She knew very well what her own would do. She'd contemplated running away, but it would still be the same, in the end.

[identity profile] servessithis.livejournal.com 2011-05-30 08:46 pm (UTC)(link)
Vicente briefly closed his red eyes and sighed. "Neither do I." Sometimes he wondered if the two sides even remembered why they were at each others' throats in the first place. Running away would only cause the two sides to assume they had been captured or killed by the other side.

He reopened his eyes. "I suppose, for now, we must simply do as we always have." However much longer it could last.

[identity profile] badhairlifetime.livejournal.com 2011-05-30 09:02 pm (UTC)(link)
She lightly exhaled. "I suppose that we must. We should enjoy our time while we have it."

[identity profile] servessithis.livejournal.com 2011-05-30 09:07 pm (UTC)(link)
"Indeed we must." He released her hands, but only to sit down at the base of a tree, patting the spot next to him and inviting her to sit with him.

[identity profile] badhairlifetime.livejournal.com 2011-05-31 04:30 am (UTC)(link)
Sitting down right at the base of a tree is not exactly something she'd normally do, considering the other side of herself knows what goes on there all too well, but she is cursed, after all.

As soon as she settles down next to him, she grabs his hand again, shifting her body close.

[identity profile] servessithis.livejournal.com 2011-05-31 04:40 am (UTC)(link)
Vicente shifts back, leaning his skinny-yet-muscled body against her's. Somehow the fact that she has the faint smell of wolf hair on her even while human doesn't bother him. In fact, to him, it just makes her more exotic.

[identity profile] badhairlifetime.livejournal.com 2011-05-31 07:56 pm (UTC)(link)
She, too, has grown accustomed to his scent; his is slightly more of an orange-baritone than most of the rest of his family. Even though she'd grown up to despise it, she finds that it no longer is so harsh on her nose. And that's important to werewolves.