Thread: The Midnight Masquerade (Atroxa & GrinningGentleman)

Her confusion was clear, and obviously present. Her frowns didn't go unnoticed, but she didn't voice an opinion with it. Vladimir took that as a good sign. Although she might not realize it, even past the confusion, he was certain she found the mystery intriguing. Vladimir always had a flare for the unneccesarily dramatic, but there were also a reason behind this. His name was very well known, especially among the less fortunate of London. He didn't want his name, to make her feel too safe. While he did not wish to scare her, nor did he want her to change who she was, because of his own reputation. Reputations lied. He knew many a charitable, wealthy men, and woman, who'd sooner swat the poor, than feed them, if it didn't gain them notoriety among the High Class. Vladimir let her take what ever time she needed, to consider the offer he proposed, without showing any signs of impatience. This was a much bigger step, than the apple before it had been. This time, she would not be able to quickly step away from him, but would have to actually step into arm's reach. He'd noticed the startled expression when mentioning the Urchin from earlier, causing a charming smile to spread over Vladimir's lips, just as inviting as the last had been. As she stepped closer, Vladimir only gave her a reassuring nod, lifting the cloak just a little more, so it could comfortably land on her shoulders. His fingers gently stroked her shoulders, softening out the cloak against her skin, before he slowly stepped closer. As his body gently touched against her's, his arms quickly, but elegantly, reached around her, to attach the chains of the collar, so that the cloak would remain hanging on her. He was swift to remove his hands again, but as he did, the side of his thumb brushed against Lydia's jawbone. A small, intimate gesture, which might have been rather insignificant, had she not still been affected by his drug. The intimate encounter of skin against skin, was amplified, leaving a mark behind, letting the feeling of the encounter linger. Vladimir took a few steps back, holding out his hands, as he let the feeling sink in, as well as making a favorable distance between them again. Letting his hands meet in front of himself, he stroked their palm's together, before giving a gracious bow, picking up his cane and hat in the process. As he placed his hat on his head, he gestured towards Lydia with the golden orb, at the tip of his cane. You might want to be careful, who sees you in that. And I'll not judge you for selling it.. Carrying something like that, in any part of town, can be dangerous. But before you do any such thing, there is a little extra side dish, to that apple. You can't go well fed, on an apple. Eat slowly, and let it settle. His words now, were clearly meant as last words, as he started walking past her, not being as thoughtful with the distance between them, as he'd been so far. And if she braved it, without moving, he'd send her a charming smile, a nod and a mischievous stare of his red-orange eyes, as he passed her. In the pocket of the cloak, was a small cloth package. Inside it was a rather large piece of meat, with a healthy line of fat, as well as a loaf of bread. Both were obviously cold, but would still taste magnificently. The cloak would also carry a scent, that would be amplified by the drug, slowly losing it's effect in her body. The cloak carried a scent reminiscent of a mixture of caramel, an extremely rare scent, as well as a sweet tobacco, that didn't cut the nose. If she didn't stop him, he'd take a few steps away from her, before stopping in his tracks, and looking over his shoulder. And you can remember me, by Vlad. If we meet again, perhaps you'll get the rest.. And, perhaps, I'll be blessed with yours? He suggested, tipping his tall hat slightly, before turning away from her again, heading into the darkness, before turning around a tree. Should she walk in his direction later, she'd not see a single sign of him. He was gone, as swiftly as he'd arrived.