Thread: The Midnight Masquerade (Atroxa & GrinningGentleman)

Her furrowed brow, and frown, made it seem like she doubted his word. Again, something he wasn't too fond of, but that was a minor offence, considering she had no idea who he was, so he did not judge her on that. Vladimir prided himself on his trustworthy nature, and never made a promise, that he wasn't going to keep, not even for appearance's sake. This had made him rather popular on the streets, and among the common folk, but rather unpopular among the Higher Class people. The Class that only tolerated him, because he was the largest suplier of Opium, fruits and Vodka in London, and because he was so close to the Mayor, and his Wife, that some made uncanny stories about the relationship. But if he did not wish to do something, he said so. Even if it would be considered rude, saying no to an invitation from a prominent family. Something the Mayor happened to respect him for. There were also other arrangements with the Mayor, were Vladimir provided a service, the Mayor fancied. Something Vladimir certainly did not mind. But no one could know. And no one every would. Hearing her accept, broadened a smile on Vladimir's face. It was a pleasant, inviting one, as he stretched his arm out a bit more, letting the precious offering a little closer. His brows raised a bit, a light hint of surprise in his face, seeing her so confidently aim for the apple. But the surprise was replaced by the same inviting expression as before, clearly fond of her confidence. No matter how acted it was, it was a good sign in his eyes. Once the apple was removed from his hand, his fingers curled together, and his arm pulled back to be hidden behind his large cloak once more. He did not pull back, however, letting her create her own distance, as he observed her closely. His intense eyes watched her teeth bite down on the surface of the apple, breaking herself a part of it's glory. His eyes then moved from her lips, gently chewing, and to her eyes, fluttering shut. They also glanced to the drip of juice, as it retreated it's way down to her chin, a small smile curling on his lips. Had she taken a bite, so that it overlapsed were he'd bitten earlier, she would be in for a surprise with her next bite. The Saliva Vladimir had left behind, would still be just as effective as had he kissed her, but there would not be a lot. This meant, it would not immediately take effect. But the bite after the first that made contact with his saliva, would taste even more glorious that the first. Every inch of the human body, that would react to a pleasant taste, would be stimulated. The first time someone tried the rush of an Eternal's saliva, it almost always sent a chill down the spine. When asked a question, Vladimir's eyes danced with joy, as he started walking to his side. This was not closer to her, but somewhat away from her, towards a better view of the river nearby, keeping the park from the busy town. Holding out his arms, as he started talking, he made it clear he was referring to the city. This City.. Has it lost it's chance at romance? Do you not believe, Romance still lives? Do you think every single man in there, has been corrupted by the darker side of their carnal urges? He started out, turning back around to face Lydia, still holding his fancy walking stick with one hand, now pointing the hat on top of it towards her. Have you given up the chance, of being swept away, into a better life? Have you begun to believe the filthy men, who come to buy your time, and give shallow compliments, of the beauty on your surface? Do you believe, that it is all you have to offer the world? That it is all, you have to offer a man? A body? And, please. You will not have to explain a no, so don't give me the sad story, I am not interested in that one. I am interested in what kind of story, would unfold from this moment. Never the past. Only the present.. And the future.. Mater to me. I don't want to feel sorry for you, and I don't really think you want that either, hm? Soft, sorry eyes, pitying you for your plight? No.. No one want's that.. Instead, tell me.. Is -Romance- dead? As he talked, Vladimir continued to wander, and charismaticly used his body language to put emphasis on his words. While in some ways his words could seem harsh, if no emotions were present, but the tone of his voice, and the gentle waves of his hands, made it clear that he did care about her. But he had no interest in her plight. He wanted to know if she still believed, that there was a better life for her. Did she still wake in the morning, hoping something would change that day. Wake up, wanting to try and do something, to make things better.