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Post by Vyncent Schwarz on Aug 11, 2009 10:08:21 GMT -5
Etoile wasn’t the only one with a short attention span. Vyncent tended to do things on a whim as well, so it was unlikely that either of them would be very good at staying on task for very long. That was, unless there was something that Vyncent wanted. Then he could find some sort of focus, but anything else was done on a flight of fancy. Hell, the only reason Etoile could count on him maintaining an interest in her was because he really wanted to piss off her father (and, though he hated to admit it, he found her rather entertaining and interesting and she was clearly intelligent. Her temper might have earned points with him too). Which reminded him; sooner or later he really would have to find Altair, even if it was just to laugh and show him what a charming daughter he had failed to keep an eye on.
“I didn’t underestimate them, I just found out that, like most things, they do burn rather well.” He shrugged to her as though it was nothing important, moving through the streets at a lazy pace now. He was heading back to the inn he’d paid (yeah, right) for them to stay at now, although he was in no rush by any means. “You want to punch a nun.” he stated as though it was the most ordinary thing in the world, glancing across at her and tilting his head. “Well I’m not particularly interested in going back to that boring old convent, so we’ll just have to wait until we pass another for you to smack one.” He reasoned, apparently thinking to himself rather seriously about this, turning right down a side street to get to the inn they were staying at. “I like nuns.” He murmured, almost sincerely, “They’re delicious.”
Sighing lightly to himself as if he’d forgotten what they were talking about, he turned his attention back to the streets around them, looking up as they walked under an overhanging sign with some kind of an animal symbol on it; it looked like a mountain lion, before pausing. “I knew it was a cat of some kind.” He mumbled to himself, leading them up a few stone steps and into the inn. It was well lit and elegant, and rather pleasant to be honest, but clearly Vyncent hadn’t been thinking with his head when he’d chosen it, considering that the landlady was nothing short of divine-looking, and she blushed ever so slightly when she saw him. “Feel like playing with some fire, or have you had enough excitement for one day?” he asked, smirking over his shoulder to Etoile as he moved up the stairs without even a word to the woman behind the bar.
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Post by Angel ♥ on Aug 11, 2009 16:34:13 GMT -5
"Well, I wasn't planning on going all the way back up to Le Couvert just to find a nun to punch. I don't think that you left any alive for me to punch, so I will settle for just punching the next nun I see." She agreed with him, her gaze flickering around as they walked. Vyncent was losing her attention now, the hustle and bustle of the streets seeming far more interesting, for now at least. It was all new to her, afterall, being out in the open, she was sure that the newness would ware off pretty quickly and being out like this would just become the norm. The demon recaptured her attention, however, with his comment about nun's being tasty, Etoile looking up at him and tilting her head. "I wouldn't know about that. Personally, I don't eat people, especially not nuns." She commented with an arched eyebrow. Vyncent ate people? Actually, that wasn't too much of a surprise, she should expect this kind of thing from him.
"You picked a nice inn..." She murmured as she followed him inside, peering around curiously, her gaze catching on the inn keeper. She was momentarily bemused as she saw the woman blush as she looked at them, but a wave of realisiation washed over her as she realised the woman was looking as Vyncent. "Oh, you didn't pick the inn because it was nice, you picked it because the landlady is pretty. Tsk tsk, Vyncent, I am afraid to say that you're a little bit of a whore." She teased lightly, shaking her head at him. "So you didn't really need to tick lust off earlier, you already had that ticked off. You were just showing off, weren't you?" She questioned as she followed him up the stairs.
"You can't ever have too much excitement, and the sooner I learn the better...so let's play with fire." She grinned to Vyncent, "Oh...but...can we get food? I'm hungry...and, you see, I don't eat people." She told him with a mock sigh. "I would pay myself, but I left my winnings back at the gambling parlour." To be truthful, Etoile wouldn't be any good with money even if she had any. She had no concept of the value of money because she had lived in the convent for so long, and any money she did have for herself would probably end up being wasted on whatever took her fancy at the time.
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Post by Vyncent Schwarz on Aug 11, 2009 17:22:58 GMT -5
“I left a few of them alive, I’ll have you know.” He told her as they wandered up the stairs, though he paused halfway as she spoke of food. “I don’t eat people,” he told her, lifting a silvery brow as though he had changed his mind and thought that she was crazy after all, “I just happened to taste that nun while I was ripping her throat out. She was tasty.” He shrugged, heading back down the stairs past her to disappear to the bar for the moment to order something to eat. And some wine. Wine sounded good right now, after he’d been interrupted at the gambling parlour. He was beginning to get hungry now as well, it looked like the fun he’d had with Le Courvert that morning had burned some of his energy away. At least it was energy well spent, you had to have flair with these sorts of things.
Soon enough he was leading them up the stairs again with the promise that food would soon follow, the High Demon smirking down at her as he realised she had called him a whore, tilting his head. Had it been anyone else he’d have probably still found it amusing, but he’d have beheaded them for saying it nonetheless, but with Etoile it was almost as though he expected her to challenge him. She’d be boring if she didn’t. “I prefer to think of myself as being picky. How am I going to know if and when I meet the right girl (he severely doubted there was a right girl for him out there, the mere idea made him laugh. Settling down and having little evil spawnlings? Yeah, right.) if I don’t try them all?” he enquired, like it was some huge burden, though he couldn’t keep the serious look in his eyes, and he was chuckling to himself as they made their way to the room.
“In that case, yeah, I suppose I did tick off lust. But I thought the dare only started once we were at the gambling parlour, you see.” He told her, smirking and unlocking their door to walk inside. Their room was large and well decorated, one of the shutters and windows open to give them the view of the main street below them, the sun starting to sink down behind the mountains now, bathing everything amber. “Either way, I guess lust is off the list. Sloth is all I need now, and I have it under good authority that there will be wine in my near future. Remind me to play with fire before the wine though, because I’ve gone down that road before and it wasn’t too fun… well actually, that’s a lie. It was fantastic, but running away from a burning city while smashed isn’t my idea of ‘sloth’.” He murmured.
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Post by Angel ♥ on Aug 12, 2009 14:48:42 GMT -5
"Left them alive so that they could tell the tale? Hmmm, I suppose it's a good idea. What's the point in being bad if no-one's around to tell the story?" Etoile grinned faintly, the glimmer in her eyes telling that she planned on leaving at least one person alive everytime she did something awful and terrible, just so that they could tell other people how nasty and evil she was. "Oh...strangely, that makes less sense than you eating people." She shrugged to him as he explained just how he knew what nun's tasted like. "You eat normal food then? Wine is good..." She smirked as he mentioned getting wine. "...but wine is also terrible. I'm no good with wine...last time I hid under the alter and sat giggling through mass. Nun's weren't happpy."
Etoile lingered on the stairs as she waited for Vyncent to come back, drumming her fingertips over the bannister impatiently. She turned to follow him again when he came back, tilting her head as he explained his whorish ways. "That is actually a pretty good excuse." She smirked, shaking her head at him a little. "Better excuse than most. Though, for some reason, I think that your 'right girl' might be almost impossibe to find." Even Etoile couldn't imagine Vyncent being able to love someone. Love and lust were seperate things, even Etoile knew that, though she had never experienced either. Love seemed like far too much work, in her opinion. Who wanted to tie themselves to one person for the rest of their life? Certainly not her.
"If we were only starting in the gambling parlour then we would have had to tick off vanity and wrath all over again...well...I think that I got wrath ticked off again for us." She smirked, "But, unfortunatly, I haven't ticked off all the sins. Maybe I will try that another day." She didn't feel like causing that much chaos, not yet. She wanted to make sure that she could get herself back out of trouble again before she went and caused too much trouble. "Yeah...fire before wine. I can't do...much after wine. I'm not very good when it comes to alcohol..." She pouted, brushing her hair back from her face. "My excuse is that I'm only little."
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Post by Vyncent Schwarz on Aug 13, 2009 11:24:46 GMT -5
“Of course I eat normal food. What do I look like, some kind of blood-sucker?” he tilted his head at her, looking mildly amused. Alright, considering that even when she’d met him he’d been covered almost completely in blood, she might have gotten the idea that ‘ate people’ as she so nicely put it. Perhaps he should think about how he looked before he introduced himself to new people… then again, he didn’t really care. Nevermind. He had wandered over to one of the beds now, shrugging out of his coat and hanging it on one of the bed-posts before sinking down onto the covers, eyes flitting to the window as he smirked. “I think I’ve probably already killed the right girl, if there was one. I don’t usually stop to ask the details.” He chuckled to himself.
He glanced from the window again as she spoke of ticking off all the sins again another day, nodding lightly, and smirking suddenly as he remembered what she had said about the wine. “You’re quite the little sinner for someone locked away in a convent.” He commented with a laugh, shaking his head. “If I were responsible I’d stop you drinking any wine because you aren’t so good with it. Luckily for you, I’m not.” He gazed past her to the door as it opened, a maid wandering in with a tray and bidding them good evening before setting the tray down and disappearing again, Vyncent only really taking notice of the bottle of wine and glasses that were there. He’d have probably been interested had it been the landlady, but he wasn’t that lucky today.
“Alright, then we’ll eat and I’ll show you where you’re going wrong with your fire.” He nodded to her, rising to his feet to move and sit in a comfortable chair next to the table where the tray was, picking at its contents nonchalantly as if he wasn’t really interested in eating right now. “Your first problem is that you can only make it when you’re angry. The anger isn’t what makes it though, it’s the feeling before that. The chaos… that’s where the power is.” He informed her, ebon flames lacing through his fingertips as he spoke.
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Post by Angel ♥ on Aug 15, 2009 8:58:45 GMT -5
"Well, when you say that nun's taste nice then people do kinda assume that you like eating people." Etoile shrugged to him, sounding more surprised that he ate normal food than when she had thought that he ate people. When she met him he had massacred the biggest part of the nuns at Le Couvert, she really wouldn't have been surprised if he was some sort of blood sucker. However, him eating normal food made things easier for her, it meant that she would have to worry about bothering him or making him go out of his way to feed her as she doubted that he would be very pleased that they had to take food breaks if he didn't eat.
"For some reason, Vyncent, I think that if you ever did find the right girl, she would be pretty difficult to kill." She murmured to him as she took her coat off and threw it onto her bed before taking a moment to wander around the room to examin everything. "I think that you would probably get bored with someone that you could just kill like that." She clicked her fingers, as though to show how quickly he could kill someone. She doubted that a mortal would ever be able to hold his attention for very long anyway, though, if he ever did find someone who was difficult to kill, he may just kill them kjust to prove that he could. Oh well, it wasn't such a big loss, was it? Vyncent didn't seem the family type anyway.
"I had to find some fun at Le Couvert or I would have gone mad." She shrugged to him, moving over to settle in the chair opposite Vyncent. She seemed much more interested in the food than Vyncent was, though she glanced up at him as she started to talk, tilting her head to the side. "When I get mad I don't pay much attention to how you get to being angry, it's more like...'raaaar I'm going to rip your throat out'." She told him, looking down at her hand thoughtfully. The chaos? Honestly, she didn't really know what that meant, well...other than making fire came from a feeling rather than just willing it to life.
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Post by Vyncent Schwarz on Aug 16, 2009 10:05:54 GMT -5
“Well maybe I didn’t mean that they tasted nice in that sense.” He told her with a shrug, seeming rather disturbed that she was so surprised. Was she going to faint or something when she found out that he slept in a bed and not some dank crypt in a coffin in the graveyard of the city? God forbid. He was a demon, not some kind of mythical ghoul, and more than that, Vyncent appreciated the luxuries in life. Like he’d be caught dead waking up underground in some hole. Forget that. Ugh. “You take things far too literally sometimes, Etoile.” He told her eventually, shaking his head and frowning, already bored with the tray of food and drifting off into thought, only the sound of her snapping her fingers at him stirring him from his thoughts and reminding him that she was talking to him.
Vyncent, the family type? Even the words sounded wrong being put together in the same sentence. He was completely corrupt; an arrogant, soulless /thing/ (well, he assumed, he didn’t really know about matters regarding the ‘soul’) and no matter what situation he was put in, you could never really say that he wasn’t acting for his own benefit. Putting the idea of a family into that was a frightening thought to say the least. “Nothing is that difficult to kill, as long as you know how.” He argued, smirking, “So I guess there isn’t really a ‘right girl’ out their after all. The idea is ridiculous anyway.” He laughed, shaking his head and sitting up a little, as if to say that was the end of that. Vyncent could barely register that mortals had love for each other; the notion of love was laughable at the best of times.
“Well it’s time you learned to pay attention. Fleeting fire when you need it won’t get you very far, especially when it disappears just as soon as your temper is back in check.” He told her. “Here, come on.” He rose to his feet to move to the middle of the room, as if he was going to show her for himself. “You think it stems from anger, but it’s deeper than that. It’s dark, and scorching, and just waiting to be used.” He motioned for her to stand opposite him.
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Post by Angel ♥ on Aug 17, 2009 11:22:30 GMT -5
"Well, when you say that someone tastes nice I think that most people would just assume that you eat people, how else do you taste them?" She asked with a shrug, as though thinking that he was some sort of cannibal was rational. "What was I supposed to think? That you just walked up to people and licked them?" She laughed faintly at that comment and shook her head, as though to say that she was done with this subject. Next time Vyncent said something she would just have to take it with a pinch of salt and not just assume something. She should really have known not to do that anyway, Vyncent was far more than met the eye, and he was far from conventional. He was just full of surprises.
Etoile eyed the demon warily as he walked to the middle of the room and motioned for her to join him, a glimmer of suspicion in her eyes. He was planning something, that was obvious, but just what he was planning was beyond her. She had the sneaking feeling that she wasn't going to like what he was planning, she couldn't explain why, but she just knew that this wasn't going to be very pleasant. "Next time I get angry I will try and take a moment to look for this chaos, but I can't promise that I will remember." She murmured as she rose to her feet and moved over to stand in front of him. If this was going to help her find her fire then she was sure that she could endure whatever he was planning, she was determined that she would master her fine, hopefully sooner rather than later.
Etoile wasn't as tall as Vyncent, but that didn't seem to bother her. She stood with a straight back, looking straight up into his eyes. She didn't want him thinking that he intimidated her, she would never let anyone think that they scared her, even if she was terrified inside she would do her best to stop it showing on the outside. "Alright, so I'm looking out for the dark chaos just before I get angry. I think that I've got it." She nodded, glancing down for a moment to look at her hands, as though looking to see if she could find what Vyncent was talking about there. Oh well, she guessed that she was about to find what he was explaining to her.
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Post by Vyncent Schwarz on Aug 18, 2009 12:54:52 GMT -5
“Because licking people is something you would expect me to do.” He looked at her ambiguously, as if to ask which one of them was the strange one; Vynce, because he was eccentric and under the right circumstances and in the right mood he might possibly do these things, or Etoile, because she actually assumed he did them? “Oh. You’ll remember, don’t worry. I’m not a very patient teacher, as you can probably imagine.” He threw her a smirk, which was a lot more threatening than it was amused, even though there was laughter glittering in his red eyes. He seemed even more playful (in a Vyncent kind of way which seemed to be much less playful than the normal way) as she practically squared up to him, the High Demon staring straight back down at her lazily, as if that meant nothing to him.
“It’s not something you can look for,” he murmured quietly, “It’s just something you feel.”
They stayed like that for a few moments, Vyncent standing motionlessly looking down at her, eyes glinting like rubies in the lamplight of the room. Then, faster than the eye could see, he had raised his left hand and struck her straight across the face, although his expression didn’t alter in the slightest. It was as indifferent as always. Well, if she was anything like any fire demon, he supposed, then her temper wouldn’t be difficult to provoke. Hell, you only had to look at him the wrong way when he was having a bad day and you’d be missing a few fingers. But he thought he’d play it safe and go all out, just in case she wasn’t the temperamental type like he was. That and he had to admit, he would really get a kick out of pissing her off. Etoile was entertaining when she was angry.
“You are worthless.” He told her frankly, his voice a velvet purr that was little more than a whisper, “A worthless, useless waste of a half-demon. You can’t even make your own flames, how do you expect anyone to take you seriously? It’s a miracle you even made it this far, considering that nobody even wanted you in the first place. Not even your father could bear to be around you. Altair was always the fickle one. I doubt he even remembers you exist.” He smirked. It wasn’t often that he used words over a good dose of fire and violence, but he had to say, he quite liked the way the syllables danced across his tongue, laced with venom.
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Post by Angel ♥ on Aug 18, 2009 18:02:41 GMT -5
"Well, which am I supposed to assume? Or am I supposed to expect the unexpected from you and just not assume anything?" She questioned with an arched eyebrow, shaking her head at him a little. "If you don't want me to assume silly things then you should be clearer when you say things, and not say such ambiguous things." She shrugged, as though that was obvious. If he said ambiguous things then he was leaving it for people to interpret however they wanted, so really if was his fault when people interpreted what he said in silly ways.
"Something I have to feel? I can tell you, I've felt anger before, and that doesn't always make the fire come." She pointed out.
What happened next caught her totaly off guard. She stumbled to the side as Vyncent hit her, her hair flying around as her head was knocked to one side. Her reaction was oddly slow. She took a moment to lift her fingertips and touch her split lip, moving her hand to look at the blood that was left over on her fingers. He had hit her, the bastard had hit her, and he had drawn blood. She would show him who was a punching bag.
Anger flared in her eyes as she looked up at him, her fists clenched so tightly that her knuckles were white. If hitting her hadn't been enough, the words that spilt out of his mouth definatly pushed her over the edge. It wasn't even anger, it was more like rage. Maybe not even rage, more like the desire to hurt Vyncent just as much as he had just hurt her, worse even. She wanted to make him yell out in pain, to see the pain in his eyes. And, oh look, there was what he was telling her about. Right there, at the bottom of her rage, a little pool of chaos just waiting to be unleashed.
Flames roared into life as she threw a punch at Vyncent, the look on her face telling that she was aiming to break his jaw, maybe knock out a few of his teeth. Her flames spread down her arms, quickly engulfing her body, yet her clothes (thankfully) seemed as immune to the flames. The rug under her feet, however, quickly caught alight$, and it was clear that, even though Etoile seemed to know how to make her flames, she still had no control over them. They were as out of control as her temper was, which wasn't exactly good news for the inn they were in.
"As worthless as I may be, I swear that I will scratch out your eyes and wear them as earrings." She snarled, the demon in her quite obviously in control right now. "I don't need Altair, I never needed him. I don't need anyone, and by the time I'm done no-one will forget my name."
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Post by Vyncent Schwarz on Sept 11, 2009 16:34:38 GMT -5
He lifted a brow in mild amusement at the force of her anger; any person with an inch of sense would have been able to see through his guise of venom, as well rehearsed as it had been, and would have caught on to the provocation in his actions. But not Etoile, no. It was quite entertaining really, that she was caught hook, line and sinker at the merest insult. She certainly wasn't going to be the elegant or suave type, was she? Perhaps that wasn't something you could be taught. Either way, she had definitely proved that yes, she would be just as temperamental as he was, and he hadn't had to go all out and add insult to injury. Although yes, it was admittedly worth it.
Vyncent's eyes flashed as her fiery fist shot towards his face, the High Demon's hand snatching up with inhuman speed to close around the her hand, flames and all, when it was mere inches away from his pale, flawless skin. "Doesn't seem like that to me." he purred, closing the pressure of his slender fingers around her fist, threatening to crush all those delicate little bones in her hand. "To me, it seems that by the end of this, there will be a wrecked room and an angry innkeeper, and a certain half demon left with a rather large price to pay for the damages." he told her softly, although as the rug caught he was aware that she must have no control over her fire. She might not want to control the fire, but still.
"Shut up." he snapped at her threats, all too meaningless to him as he squeezed her fist further, "Concentrate. Feel it, under the fire and the rage. The chaos. Cold. Black. Something you can manipulate. It grows as the anger grows, because that's what sparks it off. Anger, jealousy, pride, even lust. Any negative feeling. Control that chaos, and you control the fire." he murmured, suddenly throwing her fist away from him and letting his ebony flames erupt around them, weaving through her cherry red fire and entwining with it, holding it where it was so it didn't destroy any more upholstery.
"Now," he hissed, "Feel beyond the anger, and stop the chaos from growing. Hold it where it is." he told her.
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Post by Angel ♥ on Sept 12, 2009 12:30:11 GMT -5
Etoile was jut easily angered. It was as simple as that. She had a quick temper, and Vyncent had hit all the right buttons. Plus, it maybe have been the fact that he was saying all those things that made it even worse. In a strange way Etoile looked up to Vyncent, which meant that insults from him would sting more than most. Her youth was just the cherry on the top, leaving her with an explosive temper and not enough experience behind her to mature her responses to certain situations. Afterall, she was little more than a child, it just so happened that she had fire in her blood and had stumbled upon a demon willing to show her just how to use it.
She didn't even attempt to move her fist out of his hand as he caught it, though you could see the irritation in her eyes. She would have liked nothing better than to snatch her hand back and to have another swing at him, but some whisper of sense in the back of her mind prevented her from doing that. It wasn't worth it, any satisfaction she would get from hitting him would soon disappear as he retaliated, and as much as she hated to admit it, Vyncent could do a lot more damange than she could. So, she settled on glaring at him with the most venomous look she could manage.
"Control it?" She questioned, as if he were crazy. It was a surprise that she had been able to make the fire come when she had wanted to, but to control it aswell? He couldn't be serious, could he? She couldn't even control her own temper, and her fire was linked in with that, wasn't it? So how on earth was she supposed to control it?
Her flames flared up around her, as though in response to her thoughts, almost touching the celing before they calmed down again. They still flickered around violently, but it was clear that the half demon had some control over them, a look of concentration written across her features now, though the anger still burnt in her eyes behind that. After a long minute or two of silence the flames started to receed, condensing around Etoile, flickering around her feet and around her hands.
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Post by Vyncent Schwarz on Oct 11, 2009 7:01:05 GMT -5
"Of course, control it. You're useless to me if you can't do so much as control what should come naturally." he told her calmly, looking vaguely entertained by the look on her face which clearly questioned his sanity. Temper had nothing to do with it; look at Vyncent, he had the most unpredictable temper for miles around, and he couldn't control it as much as he could control when the sun came up. But the fire, he could control. He could lose his temper and not set things on fire, just like he could be completely calm and bring a city to its knees in ashes. It was the chaos, which was the root of the thing. It just so happened that anger was the easiest way to bring the chaos out. He actually faintly smiled as her flames began to condense around her, the High Demon looking ever-so-slightly impressed.
"Good." he nodded to her, his black fire slowly receding away from hers until it had faded away completely, leaving her with her cherry red flames. "See, I can make you as angry as I please and you can still control your fire to some extent. Perhaps there's more to you than I originally thought." he observed; had this little experiment not worked, he would have been completely willing to discard his little protege without a moment's hesitation. He had seen that she had potential, but it was touch and go as to whether she could actually get any better. Luckily for her, this incident had proven to be of her advantage, and apart from the charred furniture (he would get her back for that later), there was nothing more to say. He could teach her.
...Well, if you called what Vyncent did 'teaching' and not just provoking people into doing things that may or may not be good for them in the end. He stayed still for a few moments more before moving to stroll around her, observing the fire as if that was the thing he had been testing, not Etoile. He smirked as he noted it's recession to around her feet and hands. She was impressive, when she wanted to be. This could work. Eventually he lifted a hand to touch his cool fingertips to her split lip, frowning ever so slightly. "You break too easily." he commented, his free hand slipping into his pocket and drawing out a small jar, which he transferred to her coat pocket (he couldn't well give it to her, what with her hands being on fire) before he stepped back again. "Healing balm. Use a little of it and you'll be fine."
He drew away from her then as though the incident hadn't happened, moving back to the comfortable seats by the tray of food and settling down to pour himself a glass of wine.
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Post by Angel ♥ on Oct 11, 2009 12:06:58 GMT -5
It was pleasantly warm in the middle of her little cocoon of flames, and though saisfaction at gaining some control over her flames was starting to dissipate some of her anger, the fire seemed to have no desire of fading away. They curled around her lower legs and wrists almost affectionatly, clinging on to her as though refusing to go away now that they had finally been let out. The violent flickering had stopped now, dulling to more of a lazy movement, though the colour remained the usual vibrant, cherry red. "I'm not sure if I controlled it or if it just decided to behave..." Etoile murmured, half to herself, as she looked down at her hands, turning them over slowly to examine the fire. It still felt as though the fire wanted to destory everything, like it wanted to spread out and turn everything to ash, but something was holding it back. Maybe she was the something holding it back? She wasn't sure, she was just happy that it had decided to behave.
"Well, I am pleased that I am not a total disappointment." Her voice was laced heavily with sarcasm, Etoile shooting Vyncent a rather venomous look before swiftly switching her gaze back to her flames. She would get back at Vyncent for what he had said. She wasn't quite sure how she would get her revenge, but she would find a way to earn some little victory over him. All that Etoile needed was time, in time she would prove exactly what she could do; she must have some sort of potential for Vyncent to actually bother with her, so that meant that she obviously could go on to bigger things. Having Vyncent as a mentor was a good start.
Her gaze flickered back up to the High Demon when he reached out to touch her split lip, her flames reflecting in her eyes, picking out all the different shades of gold, almost seeming to make them glow. "I am kinda half mortal, they break easily too." She pointed out with a small pout. "Don't hit me so hard next time, that will probably stop me breaking. In fact, just don't hit me at all, and we can avoid me falling apart." She was shaking her hands to rid them of the flames as Vyncent put the little tub in her pocket. The fire eventually died down, disappearing from around her feet at the same time as it faded from around her hands.
Once the fire had completly disappeared, she reached into her pocket and pulled out the little tube, unscrewing the lid so that she could sniff at the balm. "It smells funny." She complained, wrinkling her nose up in disgust, eyeing the balm warily. "You sure this will work?" Etoile didn't sound convinced, but she dipped her finger into the ointment anyway, smearing a little over the cut on her lip, flinching ever so slightly as she touched the cut.
"Is that it?" The ointment had been stored away in her pocket again now, Etoile wandering back over to sit in the chair opposite to him.
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Post by Vyncent Schwarz on Oct 11, 2009 13:01:48 GMT -5
"No, not a complete disappointment." he agreed lightly, holding the wine in the glass up to the light as if to survey whether it was worth drinking or not, before glancing across to her as the flames receded completely and she scrutinised his healing balm. "Of course it will work." he told her, rolling his eyes as if she was asking a stupid question, and holding out his free hand for her to see. "You don't see any scars or scratches, do you? So it works." he murmured, sipping at his wine and settling back in his chair to survey the damage her fire had done with the same precision as someone observing a fine piece of artwork. He smirked at her reminder that yes, she was half-mortal, and she'd have to keep reminding him of that for as long as they were together; he was more than likely to forget otherwise.
"What do you mean, 'is that it'?" he enquired as she sat opposite him once more, nudging the bottle of wine towards her as though he was offering her some, the demon running a finger around the rim of the glass now, making the crystal sing. "That's all I'm going to teach you today, if that's what you were asking. You've learned the basic concept of how to control your own power, but I doubt you can call it to your fingertips yet without getting angry again. And I was under the impression that you didn't want me to hit you anymore, or ever again, or whatever it was that you said. Besides which, I'm not sure the upholstery could take it if you lost control again, which could very well happen." he shrugged. "We'll try again tomorrow, and I won't hit you this time. I might throw things, though." he reasoned.
Vyncent fell quiet for a few moments then, drifting off into one of his trademark thoughtful silences as he drank his wine, his free hand on the hilt of his sword, fingers drumming along the engraved pommel. Eventually he looked up again, faint interest in his eyes as he looked over at her. "Etoile, do you know how to fence?" he asked quietly, having slipped Amor half from her scabbard, his hands looking even more pale in contrast to the ebony metal as he ran a finger along the blade's edge, not even seeming to notice the ease at which the sword cut his finger.
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