Thread: flectere si nequeo superos, Acheronta movebo (NoxRogue)

RE Flectere Si Equeo Superos, Achaeronta Movebo NoxRogue The smile that tugged at her lips was comforting, even if he didn't openly express it. His eyes softened and he shook his head and gave her what was tantamount to a crooked, goofy smile. He hadn't ever really been a man to express emotion with a smile. He had always been a man of action. The smile dissipated before long. Looking over her, he began to drift back into his thoughts, recoiling into them with a feverish impact. She had been such a good companion to him in the year they had been traveling with one another. It had been tense at first, after the way they had met. It was a rather unfortunate tale. He scoffed, more to himself, thinking of their paths crossing. He had traveled for weeks on end, ignoring his hunger, trying to subside on animals. He didn't need blood as frequently as his full-blooded brethren, but he still needed it to function and access the majority of his powers. When he happened upon her, he had been a month and a half without human blood, the sensation in the pit of his stomach like an all-encompassing void, threatening to devour him from within. He had huddled underneath a rock for warmth, as currently, being near the ocean, it was raining with quite the fervor. He was soaking through and through, his bones chilled from lack of sustenance and lack of warmth. That was the first time his preternatural eyes had caught sight of her and her traveling companions. The light they carried was like a beacon. They had noticed him and though gypsies were known to be anti-social people, they were very righteous and selfless. They tended to have an altruistic streak to their motives, though when pressed, they were not afraid to fend for only themselves. Her companions, a small, lithe wisp of a boy, and a teenage girl, were the first to approach him. He heard them speaking, but he was in such a daze that he could not begin to fathom the words that they actually spoke. They lifted him by the arms and helped him along the wet earth, toward the dirt path they were traveling and toward their caravan. He was thankful, even in his delirium. He was welcomed into the back of the wagon, where he met the woman in the cloak he had seen just moments before. With a flourish of her wrist she had lowered the hood, revealing her face. He remembered thinking to himself how attractive she was. In another life, they might have had a chance to court one another as human's do. But life cares not for possibilities, only the realities. He glanced to her collarbone, near her throat. He could feel the warmth from her, radiating, wishing to be soaked up and assimilated into his own body. The temptation was so much. He just couldn't resist... He had attacked her, pinning her to the wall and the back of the bench. If it wasn't for the thirst, it would have been a seductive, albeit intrusive, position. His crotch was pressed into her own, her legs spread wide at the angle. One of them was bent at the knee, with a slight cant to their position. Her back was against the wall. He could feel the heat from her own crotch against him, even through the soaking wet pants. She made a noise, but that was of no consequence to him. One hand was pinning her wrist to the wall, another laid over the top of her own hand, keeping it to the bench. His head was inclined, leaning ever closer to her collarbone. His eyes, in the fit of the frenzy, had taken an amber hue, like honey. He could smell her. Her small, but perfect, amount of bosom was heaving against his chest, her breathing indicative of how she was trying to grasp what was happening. Then he heard her speak Methuselah. He faltered for a moment and in that window of opportunity, she was able to fling him off of her and onto the floor, from lack of nutrition on his behalf. He shook his head, I apologize. I couldn't...help it. I'm not as you see. He just remained there, quite capable of understanding now the look she was conveying through her eyes.