Thread: Playing the Game [ Chai & Razgriz ]

RE Playing the Game Ariamella Razgriz Colorado Springs, CO Early-mid November Stella, the princess murmured as she shook Rowena's proffered hand, her eyes taking in the busty, curvaceous redhead. Nice to meet you too. Lies. Rowena was precisely the kind of witch that proper ladies were advised not to emulate crass, ill-mannered things that had no place in Society, the ones who would rather snore and whore their way through life rather than do anything meaningful with it. Distantly Stella wondered what her reason for being locked up was... More specifically, she wondered how powerful she was there had to be some reason that Adrian was frightened of her. The Ellisons weren't a weak bunch, powerful even in their amount of raw magic, but their family was known for spell-writing and condensing old magic into simpler, more efficient spells. She watched as Adrian pulled up a chair at the end of the table while Rowena slid in the booth next to Ric. Of course Lord Durante allows visitors, but my house is strictly a no-hoe zone, Stella interjected, a wicked smirk on her lips that most other women would have wilted under. She couldn't actually stop Ric from inviting her into the house, but she made it perfectly clear how she felt if she ever saw Rowena in her home. But rather than wilt under the girl's stare, Rowena arched an elegant eyebrow and put her hands on her dainty waist, flashing a sweet smile back at the princess. Oh, is it? Well, that's too bad. Ric always liked 'em a little... better, anyway, if you know what I mean. Her green eyes flicked in the most subtle way down to Stella's chest, her grin growing even wider. Adrian sat there with his mouth hanging open a little, his gaze switching between his bodyguard and the princess, caught somewhere between horror, amusement, and disbelief at the catty scene unfolding in front of him. Yeah, well, I don't exactly go for Ric's type, you know? By 'Ric's type,' it was obvious Stella meant Dregs and everyone else who was deemed beneath her on the social ladder, and she turned her face away to eat a few spoonfuls of the hot-and-sour soup. Thank god some of her honey-brown locks fell in front of her face, partially hiding the cheeks that flushed a light pink with embarrassment. It was hardly noticeable behind her slightly tan skin, but she couldn't believe the blow to her ego was caused simply by a comment about breasts. Physicality was really one of the few things Dregs could dangle in front of the elite along with power, assuming they had it to begin with, and the red-head had quite a bit over pretty much every other woman in the room. Stella's weren't smallsome might have even said they were quite large in proportion to her bodybut wouldn't everything seem small in comparison to Rowena? Adrian slowly reached across the table to help himself to a potsticker, drowning it in a saucer full of soy sauce before shoving it in his mouth. Yup, she doesn't. That's the little light bulb for you, always too good for everybody. Something in his voice served as an indication that he, too, had tried his luck with Stella and, like most everyone else, failed. Except one of my brothers. Was it Zeus? I think it was Zeus. Anyway, she was totally in love with him, but he decided to marry outside the Ten he paused to stuff another fried dumpling in his face he always said Stella was more like a kid sister to him. Maybe he didn't like her tits either. Adrian! Stella huffed at him, cheeks flaming at this point and violet eyes glaring daggers at the man she was completely amazed that he hadn't found any self-restraint over his mouth even through all his 28 years of living. Seriously, who's side was he on anyway? That was the kind of thing that didn't need to be said, especially in front of Ric, who she knew was more than likely to hang that bit of information over her head. Then ever so quietly, she mouthed, Flammo, pointing a finger under the table to where his legs where situated, and immediately a burst of flame shot out, scorching Adrian on his knee. It wasn't strong enough for him to catch fire, but it was hot enough for it to hurt, evident by how the blonde man jumped in his seat and dropped his third potsticker in the small dish of soy sauce, causing the brown liquid to splash out onto the black table. He narrowed his eyes at the princess. Hey, fuck you, you know that? Play nice, Rowena chastised him, although she, too, gave Stella a strange look. Then turning to her fully, she added, In any case, that's really too bad, dear. Ric is just amaaaazing in bed, and you can take my word for it. It didn't occur to her that the stigma surrounding sex still existed for the members of Society, and the porcelain skin of her baby face glowed as her warm eyes dragged hungrily down the warlock's form, letting out yet another tinkle of a laugh. He's packing waaaay more than magic under that cloak of his, she purred, flipping her long curls over one shoulder, nails raking down Ric's arm. Stella looked almost mortified, her eyes wide in speechlessness as they fixed themselves upon a spot on the wall to the right of the booth, studiously avoiding looking at the pair sitting across from her. Oh look, Frank is coming with the food, she mumbled as she saw the young Asian man exit from the back, hoping the waiter's appearance would alleviate the awkward tension in the air.