Thread: Halloween on a Haunted Hill [Lady Grimoire x Acitar]

Nor have I, she noted, of the kiss, though she didn't lower her own voice. Both of her eyes upon his face as she gauged his reaction, and listened to his answers. The pauses, and hesitations in his speech she was starting to find somewhat bothersome. If she was going to resign herself to this method of communication, to have it be made slower and the information less clear on top--well, what was the point of it? These thoughts came with a narrowing of her eyes. Perhaps she would press the option to him. Engines, there had been talk about those that she'd overheard. It was related to the vehicles outside, if the fluids were meant for that, and they should not be consumed, then why consume them? Could it be they were trying to expedite their own demise? It seemed to make sense, those who consumed more seemed to stumble around and take greater risk. That would not do, especially not from this one if she wished to use him to learn more. To that end, she reached out and plucked his drink from his hand again right after he took his sip. In a few short gulps she downed the contents herself, seeing little alternative, and tossed both glasses into the cushion of a nearby couch. You are finished then. You will have only what I give you, what is supposed to be consumed, she said before her eyes closed for a moment, breaking off a piece of herself and sending it into the kitchen where the majority of drinks appeared to be coming from. Opening her eyes back up, they had a slight, unnatural sheen to them, as if the yellows of her contacts glowed for a moment, or perhaps they just caught the light in a strange way. You are no good to me like that, she said while she turned her head to the side, to glance at one of the frat boys who'd been invited stumbling his way over to the bar for some more drinks. Her eyes flicked back to him afterward, and she continued You will also speak clearly, and without repeated pauses unless you can provide good reason for them. For the moment, the question of what to call her fell on deaf ears for she hadn't an answer. She had no name as these people used for each other, she simply was. However, at the same time, she understood the need for these people to identify one another. Thus, while she pondered on that question, she stepped up to him again. Both of her hands came up to his face, moving passed the sides of his face to brush down the hood he wore. From there, they moved to rest on each of his cheeks, her thumbs lightly rubbing over where he'd been blushing. The skin still felt the same, perhaps a little warmer. She had noted the way he had flushed redder at times, and to draw out that again, she tried to pull him into her lips for another kiss... this one a bit different. She licked along one of his lips first before she pulled him in, her tongue moving to push passed his lips and dip into his mouth some, exploring. This time was much longer, and when she broke it, she idly stroked his cheeks a few times further as she finally answered I am Sylvia. Drawing her hands back to herself, she pondered on where to go next. There was the obvious, she could take him upstairs. However, she found what was happened out the back of the building even more curious for the time being. Sylvia raised her hand and offered it to him to take. If you wish for this to continue, then lead us outside. I want to dance.