Thread: My Present! Mine! { Agnores x TinyThings }

Luret gazed down Avella, with a judgmental and disapointed expression, taking in the clothes the woman was wearing. She wore a pair of very short, black shorts, with black, ripped leggings leaving them, and leading down to a pair of simple black shoes, without heels. As a top, she wore a black shirt, tightly wrapped around her feminine curves. He'd never understand the young Vampires obsession with rags. Even her shirt had a hole on it's right side. He rolled his eyes a bit, and threw his gaze away from her. Yes, he's all yours.. Do with him, as you please. He added, as he turned away from the two, taking a few steps deeper into the cave, with his hands crossed behind his back. Getting Linden's answer, Avella's eyes widened slightly, before her lips parted into a gleeful, soothing giggle as she placed a hand over her mouth. Cute.. It has a humor! She playfully mused, moving a finger to gently tap the tip of Linden's nose, as she turned her eyes back towards her father. Thanks dad, I like it.. Uh.. She gazed back at him, placing a gentle hand upon his bare chest, letting him feel the coolness of her silky soft hand. I mean him, of course.. I've never really had one of you humans down here before.. Only watched you from a distance.. She snickered lightly, starting to slowly circle around Linden, her hand not leaving his skin, fingertips instead gently stroking along his muscles and scars. Her latest words had caused her father to gaze over his shoulder towards her, with a questioning expression. Watched them? Have you been close to the humans? You know you really aren't supposed to, Avy... The man scolded, causing Avella to roll her eyes slightly, looking back towards him, but not stopping her circulation around Linden, nor the exploration of his muscles. Oh please, daddy.. Think I'd stay secluded down here forever? And you didn't know.. Think the Covenant'll find out? Because i don't... She complained, with a raised brow. Finally having been all around him, her fingers having stroked around his arms and back as well, finally ending by the middle of his chest again, as he introduced himself, only her fingertips and nails gently touching his skin now. She tilt her head slightly, as he said it was a pleasure meeting her, shortly gazing down towards his arm, as if she knew what he wanted. Uh.. I'm sorry. I know this.. She said, almost gleefully again, as she did a flick with her hand, and he'd feel the binds at his wrists loosen, as if they'd never even been tight. After doing this she offered him her hand, as if to give him a simple handshake. My name's Avella. Avella Harkon. A pleasure to meet you too. She proclaimed, almost as if it was a replay, of someone else. Her eyes hopefully gazed for his eyes, seemingly almost desperately wanting him to shake her hand. And should he do so, she'd giggle happily, and bow slightly. Luret behind her rolled his eyes, and sighed in silence. How'd I do? She asked, as if she wanted a review of her ability to shake hands. Her expression then turned excited, as she seemed to remember something, long forgotten. Even though it was mentioned only a few seconds ago. Uh.. And don't worry about your men, 'Lieutenant Palmer'.. They won't kill them.. They'll use them aaas.. Cattle? I think it's called. It's really rather cold, and harsh, rather then just killing them.. It's a cruel fate, many former slaves complained. They'll drink their blood, until they are barely alive, but still capable of regaining their strength. And then they'll drain them again, when they have. She blabbered on, before giving him a rather searching, questioning expression. Which one.. Do you think they'd deserve? Death. Or blood banks? Cattle, to be drained again.. And again.. And again... She asked him, placing a finger upon his chest.