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Hands of a Broken Artist.; Tag: Julien Thorn
Topic Started: Monday, 4. February 2008, 10:37 (238 Views)
cantayana	Monday, 4. February 2008, 10:37 Post #1
Lustful Albigensian Posts: 258 Group: Members Member #278 Joined: 25/01/2007	The young Revenant slowly gathered her belongings from the park bench and sighed softly as her breath caught the midnight air. It was, in fact, such a lovely night yet a small zephyr was in the spring time air; forcing a slight shiver to run down her spine. Cantayana held a small notebook that was covered in Hello Kitty stickers and started to slip the black/white checkered Hobo bag over her shoulders when the Sidekick in her pocket began to vibrate with anticipation of being answered. Quickly fishing through her torn blue jean pocket, Cantayana whipped out the Sidekick and answered with a simple, Hello? The voice on the other end when on about meeting her later the night for reasons unknown to even them. "Whatever..." she quietly spoke and hung up before the other person could say anything else. There were times when she liked being alone; being close to the environment around her and this happened to be one of those nights. It was nearly three o'clock in the morning and the twenty-two year old Revenant was alone and without a real care in the world. Dressed in a pair of torn jeans, a bright green t-shirt with ''J-E-L-L-O" written across the chest, and a pair of black Chucks, Cantayana pushed the phone back into her pocket then began walking towards a favourite area of hers, the Arc de Triomphe. As she quietly walked, her chocolate brown hues staring intently on the ground she tred on, the Albigensian started braiding her hair as if somehow enthralled by the simple act. She knew the way to the Arc with her eyes closed and, for the most part, traveled there with her orbes shut tightly. It was her way of learning; becoming better than any mortals she met on the way to her sanctuary. Cantayana finally arrived at the Arc de Triomphe and began to ascend the 284 steps to the top; a workout for the heroin addict but a worthy one for the artist within. A good hour passed and the time was nearing close to four in the morning but she had no where special to be nor any one special to go home to. Looking over the city of Paris, she awed at the gorgeous lights and pulled the bag from off her shoulders before kneeling down and searching through the bag for the items she needed. "I'm such a fucked up individual," Cantayana groaned hatefully at herself and retrieved the syringe full of liquified heroin. Making a tourniquet from a piece of an old t-shirt, already stained with her precious vitae, she shoved the needle into a vein and sighed with relief as the drug entered her bloodstream. "Fuck," she groaned happily and pulled the syringe from her arm, slipping it quickly back into the bag. With her body becoming slightly numb from the foreign substance, the young girl laid propped against the monuement with her knees tucked up under her chin. A soft flow of tears started streaming down her cheeks as the feeling of regret swept through her body and past arguements flooded her mind. "Why me?"
	Fall apart... my bleeding heart. Nothing left to do. Once in love with me... I'll be the death of you.


Julien Thorn	Wednesday, 6. February 2008, 12:11 Post #2
Sabbat Toreador Antitribu Brother Posts: 41 Group: Members Member #397 Joined: 29/11/2007	Julien left his Sire's house, hands tucked into his pockets. She had been strange tonight, odd and empty and decidedly more unsettling than usual. This worried him. How long, he wondered, until she Auspexed him and realized where Simon had actually gone? And what then, he wondered. What would he tell her about how he had to diablerize her Simon - his Simon, too, for fuck's sake - to prevent some fucking ghoul, a Tzimisce Revenant, mind you, from meeting its fate at the hands of Gangrel claws and Gangrel teeth? A Revenant that had promptly left him. She would be so unpleased as to usher him into Final fucking Death, he assumed. And if she did not kill him outright, something else would happen. She'd begun speaking to him telepathically recently, and Julien wondered how long it would be before she stopped speaking to his mind and started listening to it. He had nowhere to go, truthfully, and so he headed for the Metro. There was nothing out there for him. Usually he would stay with his sire or would go out with Simon to find someone to torture or paint, something to create. Simon wasn't Toreador, but his abilities were quite profound. He was a natural artist, and his proclivities toward utter and unspeakable acts of violence delighted and amused Amelie; they had been lovers for ages, since before Julien was even born and perhaps - he had never asked, of course - since before even his own parents had been born. And now Simon was gone - Julien himself was extremely lucky to be alive, and he intended on staying that way. Being near his sire was maddening, but it wasn't like he could avoid her. Julien decided to head to the Arc de Triomphe, one of his favorite places to see the lights of the city, and promptly got off at the Charles de Gaulle- Étoile station. He needed some time to clear his head, perhaps a few hours spent sketching somewhere quiet and then a brisk race back to his apartment to beat the dawn. As he descended the steps of the Arc, hands tucked into the pockets of his grey wool coat, he wondered, for perhaps the hundredth time that month, what it was like to die. Really die. He wondered if it hurt, why Simon hadn't fought as hard as maybe Julien thought he could have. The wind was fierce on top of the monument and Julien's hair blew everywhere. He glanced upwards at the stars, noted a few snowflakes swirling down and then slumped down to the ground with his back against the wall, knees bent and drawn up to his chest. Julien closed his eyes and wished that he could nap - he had always been a napper in life, and he would often awake from them with a sudden clarity of vision - but of course he could not sleep, save for during the day. He went round and round the events of the past month in his head, mentally kicking himself for wasting vitae and for killing one of his own to save an ungrateful ghoul that had promptly disappeared, had run out on him. Wherever Juka was, Julien hoped that he was suffering greatly. Or Dead. "I'm such a fucked up individual..." Julien's eyes snapped open. He had assumed that he was alone atop the monument, but that voice had certainly not come from below him. He turned his head and noticed for once the girl slumped some 40 metres away against the same wall. He wondered briefly if she had been speaking to him, but then decided that she'd not seen him when she cursed softly to herself and then asked, "Why me?" He smiled to himself, rising fluidly to his feet and then sliding the strap of his messenger bag over one shoulder as he walked over to her. She was beautiful and young, and from the way her eyes shone in the darkness, possibly high. He dropped to his knees next to her and tilted his head with a soft, rueful laugh. "I am actually asking myself that very same question tonight." Julien brushed the hair out of his eyes. Beneath the wall, the wind was not nearly as harsh and he took a second to swipe a hand through the back of his hair, absently working out the tangles, before he held out his other hand in greeting. "I'm Julien," he said with a smile. "Why're you crying?"



cantayana	Thursday, 7. February 2008, 07:11 Post #3
Lustful Albigensian Posts: 258 Group: Members Member #278 Joined: 25/01/2007	Absentmindedly, Cantayana had closed her eyes while she wept in the brisk of the night and somehow began having flashbacks of everything bad that had ever happened in her twenty-two years of life. Memories were special items to posess by most people but they really weren't that special to the Revenant who had suffered so many things during her lifetime. Had she of been able to remove those painful nights and heartbreaking events, she would have; quicker than anyone could imagine. While the heroin took its course through her bloodstream, the Albigensian began to feel the peak and enjoyed it for only a short period of time before her high abruptly started to end. The soft sound of approaching footsteps forced the young girl to open her eyes and allow the moonlight to strike them in the perfect way; also giving away to anyone around that she was completely under a lessening influence of drugs. Glancing to her right, Cantayana noticed a man that towered aboved her diminutive frame and she immediately got on the defensive if he was an authority figure. Something was off about him though; almost appearing as a Dark Knight of some sort. In the back of her mind, she snorted at herself for thinking Dark Knight and only admired him as he knelt down beside her; bringing himself to her level. It was something that hardly happened to the Zantosa and it was sort of refreshing to her since the ability to actually speak with someone during her high hardly ever happened. "I am actually asking myself that very same question tonight." Without so much as a word, Cantayana gave a half-hearted smile and stared intently on the beautiful creature in front of her eyes. By far, he had to of been the most gorgeous person she'd ever seen in her life yet she kept her mouth closed as he played with his hair and she only admired him. Being a Revenent, she had natural born blood disciplines and her hearing was not that of having Auspex but was better than most cattle. She quietly leaned towards the man and searched for the presence of a heartbeat which he just so happened to lack. A slick smile swept across her face once she noticed that he was of the unliving and her hand quickly slipped into his as he introduced himself as Julien. "Why're you crying?" Her brown hues squinted almost hatefully at the personal question he asked but they quickly lightened and the Revenant responded, "I'm not happy, Mister Julien." Cantayana immediately retracted her hand from his and turned her head to the side as if so embarrassed for speaking so honestly. She didn't want to admit it but it somehow slipped out of her pierced mouth and crashed against the midnight air; slowly snaking its way into Julien's mind. Once she felt comfortable enough to look at him, the Albigensian gave him the saddest set of puppy dog eyes imaginable and raised her hand to sweep across Julien's lips. She didn't apologize or even ask to touch him but did on her own accord and assured herself that his retrubutions couldn't be any worse than simply scolding her which she half expected. "I'm Cantayana," she began with her fingertips still barely pressed against his pretty puckers, "Zantosa Revenant...blah, blah, blah. I'm sure you know the rest... That is, unless your aligienaces lie within the fucktards of the dogs." After she stated the obvious, her fingers fell to her lap where they were interlocked with their companions on her other hand. She leaned back against the wall and pulled her knees back up under her chin to give her the appearance of a twelve year old pouting in the corner. In fact, she was thinking about what she would do after Julien left or if she should leave beforehand. Either way, her mind was buzzing with different ideas and the sudden urge for consuming vitae had crept upon her.
	Fall apart... my bleeding heart. Nothing left to do. Once in love with me... I'll be the death of you.


Julien Thorn	Thursday, 7. February 2008, 07:44 Post #4
Sabbat Toreador Antitribu Brother Posts: 41 Group: Members Member #397 Joined: 29/11/2007	"I'm not happy, Mister Julien." Julien snorted softly at this, as it was an obvious understatement. She looked lost, and drugged, and well it wasn't like anyone with a decent, normal life would ever wind up on the top of the Arc well past three in the morning anyway. This wasn't exactly a sign of stability, being out here. Her fingertips brushed his lips and Julien froze, taking a soft breath through his nose and inhaling the scent of her blood, enjoying how soft her fingers were, how warm against his cold skin. His eyes fluttered closed for just a second and then he opened them and stared at her as she spoke. "I'm Cantayana, Zantosa Revenant...blah, blah, blah. I'm sure you know the rest... That is, unless your aligienaces lie within the fucktards of the dogs." Julien smiled, parting his lips and debating whether to bite one of her pretty little fingers, just a taste. She wasn't mortal, seemed to know what he was as well. He wanted to know what she was on, wanted some sort of altered reality for his troubles tonight, and wondered if he'd be able to taste it in her blood, or if the world would suddenly just become warmer, sweeter without the chemical aftertaste. Those were his favorite highs, after all. She moved her fingers away and he exhaled with a shake of his head, dropped his eyes to where her hands now rested in her lap. "A Revenant, really?" he said after a moment of contemplation. "You'd be the second Revenant that I met in Paris, then, though the first was Obertus and we are no longer on speaking terms." Julien smiled, baring his fangs in the process. "And if you're asking if I am Camarilla, well then I'd have to take offense, darling. Look at me and tell me that I'm going through some sort of moral crisis about my monstrosity." He rolled his eyes and laughed a little. "Alas, I'm Sabbat through and through." "Cantayana is a very pretty name," Julien said thoughtfully, reaching out to brush the hair from her eyes. He was bored, she was high, and he decided that he really didn't want to do the same sort of smalltalk that he did with all of the locals. Where are you originally from, of course I'm an artist, my sire blah blah... Instead he leaned in, brushed his bottom lip against hers, and then kissed her gently as he slid a hand into her hair. Julien pulled back after a moment and smiled. "You can tell me to knock it the fuck off if you want," he said with a laugh. "But I know that when I'm rolling physical contact is just so much better than usual." He leaned closer, barely brushed their noses together. "If you want to kiss me again, you're going to have to make the first move. I don't throw myself at strange girls." Julien bit back the smile with a fang, as it was quite obvious by his actions that he just had.



cantayana	Thursday, 7. February 2008, 08:40 Post #5
Lustful Albigensian Posts: 258 Group: Members Member #278 Joined: 25/01/2007	"A Revenant, really?" When Julien questioned her about really being a Revenant, the first thing that came to Cantayana's mind was, "No, I'm fucking lying to you..." Of course, she refrained from speaking out like that but was actually caught off guard when he mentioned knowing an Obertus Revenant in Paris. If she would of had fangs, they would have bared at that moment with the mention of Obertus. They were a horrid Revenant Family and she hated them with every inch of her being; with their intelligence and nerdy outlook on life. Pitiful, she thought. "...Look at me and tell me that I'm going through some sort of moral crisis about my monstrosity." Cantayana couldn't help but to laugh aloud at the statement he made and it caused her to sort of loosen up even more. He was a part of the Sword which, in turn, made her extremely happy because she'd rather not converse with one of dogs and it would of been a shame to use such beauty on anything other than a Cainite. Listening to his compliment on her name, the Revenant hadn't noticed the ebony locks in her face until Julien had reached out and pushed them back. She was becoming overly giddy about the whole ordeal but wanted to act mature about being in this situation with such a hot guy. Instead of smiling or shrugging her shoulders to show affection, Cantayana remained stoicly inclined while the heroin remained fixated in her veins; the high being there but not as intense. There was a single moment of silence between the two which caused the young Zantosa to arch an eyebrow softly to see if he was thinking or if she was just completely and utterly fucked up. The second that Cantayana noticed Julien leaning forward, she narrowed her eyes slightly just to make sure she was seeing things correctly and suddenly felt his bottom lip against hers for a brief second before an actual kiss was made. Her heartbeat increased dramatically as their lips remained pressed against one another and the feeling of her hair slipping through his fingers was almost orgasmic. Those chocolate hues were closed softly just as her hands began to loosen themselves from the small lock they had but before she could force him deeper into her mouth, he pulled away. "You can tell me to knock it the fuck off if you want. But I know that when I'm rolling, physical contact is just so much better than usual." Actually growling from within, the Albigensian went almost mad when he broke the kiss and her teeth were bared as if she actually posessed fangs. "Mmm," she reluctantly whispered under her breath and gave a sort of whimper to encourage him to kiss her again. But he didn't. Julien fell forward with control then rubbed their noses together only teasingly and Cantayana nearly melted because that was her way of showing affection towards someone. "If you want to kiss me again, you're going to have to make the first move. I don't throw myself at strange girls." "Strange?" she playfully growled back, "Let's just see how fucking strange I can be." WIth that, Cantayana lunged forward and knocked Julien onto his back; straddling his form and keeping herself centered on his waist. She looked down at him with her glazed over hues then grabbed both semi-masculine hands and placed them on her small waistline. The lust driven Revenant wolfishly grinned as she leaned towards his face and pulled her onyx locks to the side of her head. Deeply attracted to the pleasures of being robbed of her precious vitae, she pressed her pierced puckers against his and even slipped her warm, pink tongue into his mouth. Exploring the inner most parts of Julien's oral cavity, Cantayana abruptly pulled away and had to catch her breath; her hair falling back over her face as she inhaled deeply. She finally filled her lungs with oxygen and leaned back down to kiss along his jawline up to his earlobe. His flesh was so icy cold to the touch but it was also such a turn on for her to be so intimate with a Cainite since she knew that one day, she'd become what he was. Cantayana softly pulled on his earlobe with her teeth then finally whispered into his ear, "Now, I'd suggest you knock it the fuck off." She kissed right underneath his ear and gave him an overly playful slap on the cheek before just sitting on his waist with her small hands pressed against his taut stomach; a sadistic expression plastered on her flawless face.
	Fall apart... my bleeding heart. Nothing left to do. Once in love with me... I'll be the death of you.


Julien Thorn	Thursday, 7. February 2008, 10:23 Post #6
Sabbat Toreador Antitribu Brother Posts: 41 Group: Members Member #397 Joined: 29/11/2007	Julien let himself fall backwards as she pushed him, as their mouths met once more. He closed his eyes and laughed into the kiss, hands gripping her waist to pull her closer. They kissed for a bit, and Julien was extra careful not to let his fangs get involved, though it seemed like she wouldn't mind it if he accidentally caught her lip or her tongue. He enjoyed exhibiting a bit of restraint, however. He opened his eyes, tossed the hair out of them and looked up at her as she paused for breath. Julien remembered well the way it had felt to kill the dead when he was but a ghoul, and he wondered if Miss Cantayana had kissed many Cainites in her time. She certainly seemed sure of herself, unfazed by the chill of his skin, the dryness of his mouth. He liked that, had not been set upon so ravenously in quite some time. Simon had kissed him like this, all determination and point-making and grand. He licked his bottom lip, started to say something but then stopped as she leaned in again, this time to kiss his jaw and then move to his ear. Julien shifted, tilting his head as he ran a hand up the small of her back, over her shoulder and then down again. His lips parted in a half-smile, eyes closing as she worried his earlobe a tiny bit. "Now, I'd suggest you knock it the fuck off." She slapped him lightly and then pulled away. Julien nipped at her fingers as they brushed his cheek and then looked up, one eyebrow arched. "Alright," he said with a grin. "Consider me warned." He flipped her, throwing her to the cement and then landing on top of her with a giggle, his hand sliding beneath her head before it hit the concrete. He looked down at her for a moment before sucking her bottom lip between his teeth, his fangs present but still not biting her. "So what are you on, anyway? And what could ever feel better than the drug of the Kiss?" As he spoke, Julien nibbled at her neck, careful not to break the skin though his teeth were practically itching to do so. He shifted slightly so that he wasn't on top of her, wasn't crushing her, and brushed a hand through her hair. If Julien had had to guess how his night would have progressed, he never would have guessed he'd be on top of the Arc de Triomphe, making out with a girl who kissed like she was up to no good. He grinned, truly delighted with the gift that had apparently dropped into his lap this night. "What's making you so sad, kitten?" he whispered in her ear, the tip of his tongue darting out to taste just the very outer curve. "What can I do to make it all better?"



cantayana	Thursday, 7. February 2008, 12:02 Post #7
Lustful Albigensian Posts: 258 Group: Members Member #278 Joined: 25/01/2007	Seeming oddly confused at Julien's statement of being warned, Cantayana immediately cocked her head to the side and forced her face to express bewilderment. She honestly didn't know what to expect from Julien so when he flipped her backwards, her arms were sent flying into the air as she flailed about. "Ayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyeeeeeeeeaaaaaaa!" she screamed with delight while falling. Bracing herself for the impact on the monuement's sctructure, the Zantosa squinted her eyes but kept a smile on her face as she became mentally ready for the fall. To her surprise, her head didn't hit the concrete but it landed softly in Julien's hand, her face becoming flustered with excitement. Cantayana blinked happily as the gorgeous man gazed down upon her then formed a tiny vacuum on her bottom lip with his own. She could feel his fangs teasing her, taunting her to where all she wanted was for him to completely fucking suck her dry. Once again, the Revenant kept her pierced lips closed and didn't mutter a word while she was suddenly bombed with rather odd questions. "So what are you on, anyway? And what could ever feel better than the drug of the Kiss?" Wanting to speak and reveal her drug of choice, Cantayana found herself victum to Julien's harmless love bites on her throat and she pantomimed the word yes several times while her hands ruffled his hair. But then he moved away, only far enough to keep from suffocating her, then ran a hand through her hair once again. She stared up at the starless sky and softly spoke of her addiction, "Heroin, Julien. It isn't better than the eu-fucking-phoric pleasure of recieving the Kiss but..." Her sentence trailed off once Julien asked her something else but that was when she realised that she hadn't actually spoken anything of her addition. She was only thinking of her response. "What's making you so sad, kitten?" The sudden flood of memories flushed through her mind once again and a frown appeared on her pale face which was wiped away as his tongue slipped across her ear. He offered to help her or that is how she understood him; help her solve her problems which she honestly didn't believe. Julien didn't know her and she most certainly didn't know him but there was something she really liked about him. Turning on her side to completely face Julien, Cantayana placed her thumb on his chin and gave a warm smile that only the living could do. "I'll tell you what you could do to make things all better, Julien," she lied and barely kissed his lips, "You can leave me alone and pretend we never met..." If anyone was looking into her eyes, they could tell that all she was doing was telling huge lies. There was an underlying truth in what she said since she knew that if they pretended to of never met, he couldn't break her heart nor could she break his. It would be a win-win situation but she couldn't divulge such information for someone she didn't know.
	Fall apart... my bleeding heart. Nothing left to do. Once in love with me... I'll be the death of you.


Julien Thorn	Thursday, 7. February 2008, 12:49 Post #8
Sabbat Toreador Antitribu Brother Posts: 41 Group: Members Member #397 Joined: 29/11/2007	Heroin. This surprised Julien somehow, made him a bit more curious about the girl. Certainly there were a lot of ghouls who looked to numb the pain of their hopeless existence with hard drugs, but for some reason she just didn't really seem the type. Julien realized how absurd that was - he had no idea what this girl was like, what her life was like, any of it. Perhaps she had problems, serious ones, and needed the drugs to dull the edge. Maybe she was just some sort of hedonist. Cantayana rolled over onto her side, facing him, and he reached out and tugged playfully at a lock of her hair as she pressed her thumb to his chin. More fingers, so close and warm. Julien watched her, waiting for her to answer any of the questions he had put to her. "I'll tell you what you could do to make things all better, Julien." Julien parted his lips just slightly as she kissed him and then pulled back. [/i]"You can leave me alone and pretend we never met..." [/i] Julien laughed softly, tipped his head down and sucked her thumb into his mouth, tongue pressed to pad for a brief moment before he parted his lips and let go. "Don't be silly," he said, eyeing her carefully. "You may just be the most fun I've had in forever. And judging from the way you attacked me a few minutes ago, I would bet that you don't really mean that." "Why heroin, though? That shit will kill you, and then what?" he paused, not wanting to sound preachy and instead taking a breath, attempting to redirect his line of questioning to something less caustic. "I mean, you're fucking hot and you're a Revenant and everything - there must be tons of Cainites willing to Kiss you so as not to see you put a needle to your veins." Julien leaned in and kissed her neck, wondered what he was doing - this wasn't like him, even if he had been a lot more impulsive since, well. Since Simon. He reached up and brushed the hair away, exposing her pale throat, pressed his lips to her pulse and then let his fangs sink slowly into her flesh. He opened his mouth to the flow of blood with a sigh, head beginning to sway with just the first swallow as her opiate-laced vitae started to hum in his veins. Julien shivered, pulling her closer as he lapped slowly at the punctures and then pressed his lips to her neck with a soft giggle. For the first time in a long time, he felt hot. It was like sunshine, pure and sweet on his tongue. He was fucked up and it was wonderful. "You do a lot," he whispered, meaning the concentration of heroin that was in her system. She had built up a bit of a tolerance, he assumed, but then it wasn't like Julien indulged in heroin very often. Or at all. His hand found its way beneath her t-shirt, merely content to grip her side and he realized for the first time that she was lying on the ground, that it was cold. Cantayana was probably freezing. Julien sat up and blinked, the world dimming slightly as his pupils constricted to tiny pinpoints. He shrugged out of his coat, revealing a long-sleeved black t-shirt beneath, and quickly pulled her up to drape the coat around her shoulders. "Here, you're as cold as I am." "So where do you live?" he asked, pulling her closer by the lapels of his coat to kiss her lips once more, sliding closer to wrap his legs around her waist. .



cantayana	Thursday, 7. February 2008, 23:51 Post #9
Lustful Albigensian Posts: 258 Group: Members Member #278 Joined: 25/01/2007	He laughed. Not that 'ha ha' sarcastic laugh but that 'hahahaha' laugh when someone knows your lying straight through your teeth. Cantayana scrunched her lips together tightly to give her an appearance of being a little pissed off by his soft laughter. Once Julien sucked the pale thumb into his mouth, the lustful Revenant's mouth fell open with physical longing to be biten; to experience the euphoric pleasures of the Kiss. It ended extremely too soon as her thumb popped out of his mouth and she laid her whole hand on his chest just to feel the emptiness within; something she hoped to one day have. "You don't know me," she quietly responded without looking into his eyes as she normally did with people she found worthy to speak with. Maybe Julien knew her better than she had previously thought. Cantayana didn't say anything else to him for the present time and tried to continue to enjoy the pseudo high she was still having. "Why heroin, though? That shit will kill you, and then what?" The Revenant eyed him hatefully at his intrusive words and her heart raced at the thought of being lectured on something her Master had done so many times before. Just as she was about to chew him a new asshole, she was cut off by his redirection of the past statement. "I mean, you're fucking hot and you're a Revenant and everything - there must be tons of Cainites willing to Kiss you so as not to see you put a needle to your veins." "Heh, you'd be surprised at how many would rather see me with several needles than embrace a Zantosa with such pleasure," Cantayana retorted before feeling Julien's kiss on the nape of her neck; her pearly whites digging into her bottom lip with anticipation of what he could possibly be doing to her. She instantly became stiff as if she'd suddenly been struck with a serious case of Rigor Mortis while Julien's fangs sunk deep into her soft flesh. Feeling her precious sanguine being sucked through the two puncture wounds was almost too much for the young Revenant to handle. Soft, almost sensual, moans were cooed into his ear whilst he stole the highly addictive vitae. But all good things must come to an end and life was restored to Cantayana as Julien's tongue flicked across the fresh lacerations he'd inflicted upon her. He softly kissed her with a sweet laughter then commented on the amount of dosage she used. "You do a lot." "I've been addicted for a long time..." The Albigensian answered truthfully while a cold hand was snaked under her t-shirt but only held onto her side instead of traveling any further. She couldn't lie at this moment in time. Cantayana wanted to completely fuck Julien for all his worth but for some reason, she just couldn't bring herself to do it. Not to Julien anyway. There was an admiration she held for him and wouldn't whore herself like she normally would have done although the thoughts were buried deep in her mind. Watching as he pulled himself up and removed his hand from her side, Cantayana gave a warm smile to Julien even though it was a little chilly outside. She stared while the wool coat was removed from his lifeless body and happily sat up while he wrapped it around her diminutive form; a smirk forming on her face as he commented on her cold body. "So where do you live?" Julien grasped a part of the coat then forced her closer to kiss her softly. His taste lingered on her lips while he enclosed her with his legs and she gazed deeply into his unnatrually beautiful eyes. "I live here in Paris with my Master, " Cantayana frowned as she looked away but smiled once her eyes met his, "It's a bullshit story and I wouldn't want to spoil our evening together. To think about it, if you listened, you'd probably want to get even more fucked up." She ended her sentence with a girlish giggle then leaned forward to wrap her arms around him; her face went straight to his throat where it nuzzled sweetly giving small bites just to taste a little of his blood. Her normal teeth wouldn't do the job and break the skin but it was still nice to tug at his flesh while her hands went up his shirt to explore the flawless skin that she wanted to craft. Mastering Vicissitude was very simple to the naturally supple Zantosa but she wanted to take such creativity into more things such as sculpting humans to appear as angels, broken and sorrow filled angels. While her fingers barely touched the flesh of his back, Cantayana whispered a simple Don't Move and her fingers sunk into his muscles where they played with the nerve endings causing an unbelievablely erotic sensation. The colour of his skin was changed to that of a neon lime green but it was only to last a few moments and was nothing perminant. "I really think you're beautiful, Julien," she whispered and pulled her fingers from his back but continued to hug him as her eyelids became heavier from the all the pleasure she'd recieved this eventful evening. "I'm going to sleep here tonight and enjoy the feeling of not being a burdon for once," she giggled then allowed her eyes to close as she continued to hold Julien in a manner that might of made him think she was afraid to let go of something she loved.
	Fall apart... my bleeding heart. Nothing left to do. Once in love with me... I'll be the death of you.


Julien Thorn	Friday, 8. February 2008, 19:00 Post #10
Sabbat Toreador Antitribu Brother Posts: 41 Group: Members Member #397 Joined: 29/11/2007	He would never admit it, but sometimes Julien missed being warm. He missed waking up warm, having to throw the blankets off during the night. Now it was like it didn't matter. He wore a coat to blend in on the wintrey Paris streets, slept between the sheets because it was how he had been used to sleeping as a mortal, but his body would never really notice the absence of heat again. He did, however, notice how warm Cantayana was as she moved closer and bit him with her dull mortal teeth. He tilted his head a bit, one hand moving into her hair with a tiny half-laugh and a soft exhale. Her hands were under his shirt and Julien tensed slightly, arching just a bit at the feel of her fingers against his skin. He was just about to make some comment, some lightly teasing remark about how this could be construed as extremely forward on her part, when she suddenly instructed him not to move. Julien paused, heeding her advice curiously. Suddenly his nerves simply exploded - there was no other word for it. On top of the heroin that was still coursing through his system, the touch of her fingers made him gasp and arch slightly, his head falling to rest upon her shoulders. The sensation felt so good it almost hurt - Julien's favorite feeling in the entire world. When it was finished, when she had withdrawn her fingers, Julien blinked slowly and moved back to eye her curiously. He wanted to ask her what she had been doing, wanted to ask her to do it again because it had been phenomenal. He was so entranced that he missed her declaration of his beauty, but her next words brought him back down a bit. "I'm going to sleep here tonight and enjoy the feeling of not being a burdon for once." Julien laughed at this, hugging her and burying his face in the side of her neck. It had been too long since he'd had any sort of physical contact, and in his mellow, drug-euphoric state Julien was happy just to be able to touch someone else. He giggled along with her but then shifted forward, digging in the pocket of his coat that was still around her shoulders. He retrieved his Sidekick and squinted at the time. With the drugs in his system, it would be impossible to head home quickly, and Julien didn't relish the idea of burning the drugs out of his system. "Hey," he murmured, shaking her a tiny bit as he kissed her cheek and then pulled back to stare at her with a lopsided, thoroughly stoned grin. "Hey, would your master get pissed off if you went home with me? We can't sleep here, princess. It's getting late."



cantayana	Saturday, 9. February 2008, 09:04 Post #11
Lustful Albigensian Posts: 258 Group: Members Member #278 Joined: 25/01/2007	Cantayana's eyebrows were furrowed as Julien laughed at her statement but they quickly softened while a giddiness came over him and he buried his face in her sea of ebony locks. The physical contact from the Cainite was so refreshing since it had been so long that one had touched her the way he did. No, she wasn't falling in love or anything but she was taking a liking to him but desperately tried not to because of her territorial issues. Julien seemed like one of those overly friendly guys that flirted, not because it was necessary or needed, but because it was just his personallity; to be casually sweet and thoughtful to anyone he met. The Albigensian shifted carefully as he retrieved the Sidekick from his coat pocket then realised the time; obviously nearing sunrise at his expression. Hey he'd said and gave her a playful shiver which made her giggle lightly at how messed up he really was. To her, the heroin was merely a buzz that kept her extremely happy and clouded the sadness she tried to keep hidden from herself. But to see someone so fucked up with such a little amount, made her even happier than normal and she laughed aloud at the overly cute expression on Julien's face. "Hey, would your master get pissed off if you went home with me? We can't sleep here, princess. It's getting late." Thinking on the question at hand, Cantayana weighed out both options, the first being to go home with him, possibly take advantage of his incoherant state, then regret what she did later on or the second being she stay where she is and sleep on the Arc as she had intended to do the whole time then perhaps see Julien at a later time. The second one was too risky and she was afraid that they might not meet again but she also didn't want to take advantage of him. There was a silence as she thought and the cogs and wheels turned in her head; thinking of the best possible outcome. "He's my Master, Julien..." the Revenant corrected him then leaned forward to suck his bottom lip into her mouth, releasing it to finish her statement, "Not my daddy." Even though she really wasn't cold, her hands pulled tightly at the material surrounding her and gave a warm smile to the beautiful Cainite before softly speaking, "Would you call me in the morning if I went home with you tonight?" She wanted to see what he would say or if he'd respond to the question at all and she awaited his answer; sitting sweetly as her warm hands intwined themselves with his cool ones.
	Fall apart... my bleeding heart. Nothing left to do. Once in love with me... I'll be the death of you.


Julien Thorn	Saturday, 9. February 2008, 14:28 Post #12
Sabbat Toreador Antitribu Brother Posts: 41 Group: Members Member #397 Joined: 29/11/2007	"He's my Master, Julien... Not my daddy." Julien giggled at this, leaning forward to rest his head against her shoulder. "Can I be your daddy, then?" This cracked him up even more and then he groaned as if realizing how terrible the joke really way. "I'm sorry, princess, that was really corny." Julien pulled back, tilting his head and glancing at her for a moment before brushing his lips against hers quickly. "Princess," he murmured. "I think that's your new name." Julien exhaled, letting his head roll back slowly. "I'm completely fucking wasted," he sighed, staring up at the stars and the slowly-swirling snowflakes in something like awe. Everything felt hot, seemed to be moving slower than he could have ever imagined, but it was still hard to keep up. He assumed that the shit she'd used was just really good and wondered if her Domitor knew about her habit or possibly supplied her - most Cainites he'd known, particularly in his sire's pack, looked down upon drug use as a sort of weakness. There were still tales of those who chose to keep their ghouls drugged up, though, so that they could feed from them. Julien brushed the hair from her eyes and wondered if she was just some sort of mule. He was far too polite to ask, however, and had opened his mouth to say something else silly when she spoke again. "Would you call me in the morning if I went home with you tonight?" Julien rubbed his eyes thoughtfully for a moment, trying to make sense of her words. He was well and truly fucked up and though it felt phenomenal, he also wasn't used to having that little control over his limbs. His entire body felt deliciously heavy and also strangely warm, relaxed for the first time in what felt like forever. A minute passed, and then another, and Julien finally realized he hadn't answered her question. "Sugar," he said, stumbling to his feet and then pulling her up beside him. "I'll be asleep when morning comes. If you stay, though, I won't have to call very loudly." Julien wrapped his arms around her waist, knocking them slightly off-balance and pressing his lips, then his fangs, to the side of her neck. He took another slow drink, shuddering as the vitae and the opiate entered his system. "Fuck," he mumbled, putting a hand to his face with a giggle. "This is really fucking irresponsible of me. You're not going to kill me in my sleep, are you, princess? If I take you home and ask you to stay with me?" Julien took her hand and kissed the back, then became lost for a moment, staring out at the slightly blurry lights of the city beyond. The sight took his breath away, rendering him mute and awestruck, dazed by the beauty that stretched so perfectly before him. On heroin, everything shone with a dull, golden light and even the grimiest street was ringed in halos. Paris, astoundingly beautiful under the most normal circumstances, became almost painful to behold. He dropped his gaze with a soft cry of awe, literally forcing himself to look away lest he stay to watch the sun glint off the buildings, to be comsumed by the fire of the dawn. "Come on, princess, this is fucking me up just standing here." He took her hand and stumbled down the steps, managing miraculously not to fall once. At the curb, Julien was delighted to find a lone taxi with his light on. He was even more surprised when the cabbie actually stopped; Julien's hair tended to make people assume that he was nothing more than a penniless streetpunk, when really it was quite the opposite. Cabbies still had a tendency to suspect him of dodging out on the fair. Julien opened the door for Cantayana and then crawled in after her, slumping over to rest his head in her lap for the duration of the drive. He was aware that he was only semi-conscious and reached over to take her hand and his eyes rolled back in his head. It was nice, feeling lost for a change, but not something he would want to do very often. [[Continued here]]



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