|As Aestus, (Cherub, could you give him posting rights, aestus_master?)
||[Mar. 22nd, 2005|07:53 pm]
~Anne Rice RPG~
My lips curled in a frown of distaste, sharp green eyes narrowing as lush lips pulled back in a mocking sneer.
Marius was such a dreadfully foolish master in the present, gentle and in many ways, fragile. How did his loved ones believe him to be so resilient, so strong? Perhaps it was my own wisdom that opened my eyes to his vulnerability. He was weak when it came to his loved ones, it was obvious as he let himself become lost to the labyrinths of this Amadeo! Why, I couldn’t help but burst into laughter as he seemed to be a cowardly canine as he grew meek and humble in shame, a mere domesticated dog who had its tail between its very legs!
My Riccardo, he had fallen prisoner to his icy gaze and soothing words, out of all boys. Oh, I wouldn’t stand for this, Riccardo was mine, mine as long as the fiery nectar still surged through my ancient limbs. Let Marius claim him, as a mortal boy..perhaps...but as an immortal, as a perfectly androgynous boy, he was mine..all mine...
A cold hearted laugh escaped my parted lips, and I sneered once more, willing myself to rise to the occasion, willing myself to rise to the very balcony of this apartment, mentally unlocking the glass doors without effort. Ah, a boy was crying, a beautiful boy...oh, certainly another one of Marius’s little pets, another one of this little boy toys...
...I wasn’t surprised.
I beckoned to the child, patiently took his hand, begged him to follow. Let his eyes be opened to the mind of his new master. Another fallen cherub, betrayed by his God? Marius' foundation was already crumbling, and I only pulled bricks.
Ah, so they were in this room? I could hear Amadeo’s clear voice loud with raging screams, Marius’s soft voice gentle with reasoning. Again, I unlocked this door, gracefully stepping inside with a smirk lingering on my lips. Ah, Marius was over by the glass door, whispering soothing words to Amadeo, toying with his mind with his murmurs of love and reasoning. Ah, he loved to play with his boys, it was obvious that he couldn’t keep his hands off of Riccardo any longer, and lust had taken over him from a mere kiss, as innocent as it first was. Oh, but Riccardo....
I shifted my sharp gaze to the dark-haired beauty as he lay on Marius’s bed, his clothes disheveled and cheeks ruddy from previous passion, passion that immediately angered me and sent me into a controlled rage. Ah, Marius toyed with him, played with him, took him into a delicate game of lust and desire, leaving him wide-eyed and seemingly innocent appearing as he lay on his bed.
He reminded me of a doll as he lay there...it was no wonder that Marius couldn’t restrain himself any longer, it was clear why he wanted nothing more than to ravage him with his passion. But he hadn’t! No, he hadn’t dared, for fear of breaking such a delicate angel!
I wouldn’t have hesitated.
After Amadeo's leave, I curled my fingers under my chin, green eyes narrowing, hand resting on my hip in almost a cocky manner. “Missed me?” I asked, murmuring to Riccardo. I winked at Riccardo, head tilting to the side a bit.
They hadn’t expected me, and I was at random arrival.
I loved a dramatic introduction.