Fae

Vellen’s coy gaze cast over to the door to his studio, a darker room draped in deep violets and rouge. The weighted door creaking open to reveal his guest for the evening, the sour cautious expression and golden stare meeting his with sharp predatory slits narrowed in to focus in the dark candle lit space. She hadn’t changed much since last they spoke, even her clothing was much the same as it was though fraying at the seams hear and there with old hard-life stains and dark spots that carried the scent of old blood. “You damn well better have something for me to drink short stack!” Her words struck out with a sudden sharpness, Vellen’s body shifting into soft recoil bringing his free hand to his lips to wipe a droplet of blood from his blue painted lips.

Gesturing to the small table off to the side where a crystal pitcher stood full of precious red, and several goblets set aside it upon an opulent platter. “Of course only the best, although if you wish I could have something fresher brought up.” Providing another option and all its implications, the Prince watching her carefully not for fear but more in appreciation of what he beheld. She was rough in her behaviour but held the stride of a deadly animal never facing away from Vellen keeping the Prince in her peripheral. For a Gangrel that was a compliment, caution akin to respect opposed to ignoring the presence as something harmless and pathetic.

She rough snatched up a cup dipping it into the pitcher and scooping it through the wide brim, a dripping mess of warm vitae, spilling down the crystal and pooling into the tray under it. A gulp and slam shuddering the table Fae squared up with Vellen and crossed strong well trained arms tapping claw-like fingernails waiting for the Prince to press this moment further. “So?” She asked as if to get this over with, while he tilted and turned his head not daring to end his inspection of such a beauty prematurely. “No rush Miss Fae, would you like to clean up first?” Raising a delicate hand toward another door to what hid a well adorned bathroom. She raised an eyebrow and a sneer “What afraid to get a little dirty?.. PRINCE.” The challenging tone was quite lovely in an of itself. “Not at all.” Refraining from drawn out niceties seemed more appropriate.

Fae whether aware of it or not was not immune to the raw charm of the Toreador Prince, the way her eyes moved over him with curiosity. Vellen could almost feel the sharp edges of that leading stare, her kin weren’t known for subtlety. She sated her thirst yet again leaving a savage appearence as the thick red ran down her chin and neck in a taunting trail that led between pert globes. Wiping away some with her forearm “So all this for a fucking painting?” Looking at the room not quite grasping the aesthetic she was trying to figure out Vellen’s motives and trying to provoke some sort of reaction. “Yes, but how much... ‘fucking’ finds its way into my art is entirely up to your savage self.” Vellen’s voice smooth and warm, his eyes glimmering in the candle light. Fae turned up her nose with a defiant huff but the quick shift of her eyes back to Vellen’s form was impossible to miss “Yeah right...” Vellen swore that if she had a human heart beat he could’ve heard it stutter, the shift and tense in her muscles betrayed her her movement may have well been in slow motion.

“Well you want me pose or something.” Vellen tilted to see around his canvas to point at the ‘X’ marked on the floor set behind it lay a rolled bear fur blanket and several lit candles. Fae stepped toward it fiddling with her clothes, tugging and adjust as if they were uncomfortable; as if assuming that was the next step. The Prince was just taking in everything he saw and waiting for the inspiration to strike, it was then he blurred from sight the rooms air fluttering!

Vellen in the blink of an eye had moved twenty feet to the wall pulling back curtains from the windows letting in the stark moonlight, and in combination with the candle smoke one could see the light cut clean lines through the air, the light striking Fae at the prefect angle. “Better,” Vellen smiled, Fae’s eyes only now catching up with the impossible speed of the Toreador Prince. She felt a shiver witnessing something that was hard to believe, this ability of the Prince’s shown so passively yet setting the Gangrel on edge... until now she didn’t realize she was the one at a disadvantage, the smaller lithe Toreador didn’t seem threatening until she blink again and the air twisted tightly around her the Prince at her back with a whisper “I am so happy the weather has cooperated.” The second she turned to see him he moved out of her line of sight toying with her, attempting to bring out a portion of the beast within.

He was also deciding to modify her garments or ask her to remove them, What to do?

Do you ask for Permission or do it any way and ask for Forgiveness? Fae may react violently.

(OOC:Decide who's on top :) )