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Clad in Viridian Flame

Sandara: The last wisps of Twilight are about to vanish from the window, and in the sundeck, paint the world in fading orange and a golden that is almost bronze. Exactly in the middle of it, she stands, kneeling, eyes closed, her lips softly uttering words in an old tongue, words so old one can barely understand even with a deep knowledge of Old Realm. The light of dusk fits her skin - she is the night, caressed by the Twilight, shining under it, waiting for it to leave and let her solely with the shadows of her own skin...

Gennadi: Despite being used to the appeal of Neomah, Gennadi can't quite bring himself to interrupt this, taken quietly aback by the ritual and forced to rethink what he knows and believes about Sandara. He leans silently against the doorframe, barely seeming to breathe as he simply... pauses.

Sandara: It takes the time of long, infinite moments...

And then, she is over. She takes the incensers she had on the ground in front of her - those that, now that Gennadi sees it, burned with a light green light akin to her own eyes - and breathes it out, ashes of impossible colors filling the air... and then vanishing. She says one last prayer... then turn around, to leave...

... and catches sight of Gennadi, stopping her movements, surprised, nearly holding a gasp.

"O-oh, it is you... you... have been watching for a long time?"

Gennadi: "No. Not very long. That was... pretty." He shrugs, the motion pushing him back up to his feet. "I wanted to talk with you a bit before the party. Wasn't expecting to interrupt anything."

Sandara: "Thank you!" She says with an earnest, happy smile! She is really... brightened, with the compliment.

"There are not too many who do this... it is rare." She looks past him, into the void, blank... thinking of things, great, horrible, beautiful... "I wish there were more. So much lost, such beauty that can still be lost..."

She blinks, then looks up at him, "Talk? Fine... but I'll be warning you, none of those perverted things!"

Gennadi: "Does talking about talking about perverted things count? Or talking about talking about talking about perverted things?" He grins a little as she tries to follow what he's saying. "Sorry. I couldn't resist... I take it you remember what I said when I first called for you?"

Sandara: She blinks, confused... her eyes seeming to twirl in her confusion. "Yes. Something with an ugly word, then about positions and tango." Her mien reddens, but not in blush. "No way I am ever dancing with you, now that I know you mix those things!"

• Gennadi can't help but chuckle. "I don't, at least not without rather rare circumstances... Basically, common sorcerous lore indicates that, if you will pardon the harsh words, those of your race are whores, sluts, demons of loose morals and tight asses. I am not suggesting that you are, mind, but that is what everyone if taught, and what is commonly true. You are going to have to be somewhat understanding if people make.. certain advances. They don't know any better, and it takes a strong will not to at least think about it when confronted with someone quite so beautiful as you."

Sandara: "Well, hmmm...." She does not like it. She is a little angry, a little embarassed, and mostly just plain uncomfortable. "Yes, I know. That most of you think that, that is.... to fleshcraft, to create, to make the beautiful, unique things... you all look past it, and see only how we spread our legs and our lips, right? That is why you humans do what you do."

"You talk about beauty, but have no idea what it truly is..."

Gennadi: "I personally define beauty as that which happens to be perfectly right for the occasion. There is a terrible glory in the arc of the executioner's sword, and a wondrous shine on the petals of a flower bent beneath morning dew. Still, that is beside the point. No hitting with hammers, or chairs, or any of that. Calisara can handle anyone who is too persistant, you need but ask. The next part of your... somewhat unique nature is that I am trying to prepare you, in a slow, simple way, for dealing with the tens, and hundreds, and thousands of mistaken people. You seem to know nothing of the mysteries of the bed, and with your ancestry, you must at least be able to tell a joke from a true offer, understand the metaphors and underlying desires." He reaches a hand up to tenderly brush her cheek, leaning in and holding just as she unconsciously prepares for a kiss. "Sometimes, a kiss is not just a kiss." He smiles, drawing back. "The other part of this talk is best conducted in your room, though I am not at all averse to hearing about what you see as the true nature of neomah."

Sandara: She does.
And then she pulls back as he does, biting her lip.

"Yes. I do." She closes her eyes, focusing, banishing the shivers, "It scares me."

"I suppose I should know more..." She begins to walk, and that is Gennadi's answer as to where they will talk. ".. but I just... do not. I still feel it in me. But it just scares me, just makes me feel uncomfortable. It is means to an end, after all... a man can feel thrill of the kill, but is it not your nature just to survive? Same thing with us... our nature... is to create. To love. To make. We create things, with flesh. We are artists, Gennadi, no whores."

"But just like with humans, some of us forget..."

Gennadi: He catches up to her, taking her hand easily and matching her pace. Remarkably, he doesn't even let his eyes drift down to the lazy sway of her hips, or where those priestess's robes fail to cover the beginnings of her cleavage.

"Who better than one chosen by Venus to remind you? It would be less important, less unpleasant, but you are in many ways a contradiction to what the Exalted and thaumaturgist believe are the laws of hell. A pure demon, virgin neomah, and I the corruptor rather than corrupted by you." He chuckles again. "Now that, in it's own way, is beauty."

They walk in silence for a bit before they reach her room, and he opens the door for her with a short bow. As it clicks shut behind him, he clears his throat. "To finish that chain of thought, is there anything you'd like to ask of me? It seems I've been doing all the interrogation here. Hardly the gentlemanly way to act."

• Sandara looks up at him, "Who would know... you do understand of beauty! And yes, it is... although, I would not say we corrupt. We convert. Sighing and moaning, and pray into their ears... and make them understand. I imagine my sisters find it easier like this, anyway...it is something to beautiful to be a corruption, the understanding of His greatness."
  
  "Me? What I would like to ask...?"
  
  She thinks, and thinks, and soon they are in front of her room. She opens the door slowly, still thoughtful... "I guess the same thing everyone is asking, they just do not think they are. Why are you here? Why all this?"

Gennadi: "Do you want the glib answer, the short answer, or the real answer?"

Sandara: "The real one would be best, depending on what I have to pay to get it."

Gennadi: "You've already got part of the answer, you just don't think of it that way." He thinks a moment. "Stand, face the mirror... close your eyes. No peeking. I might as well handle your party preparations while I speak. I just want you to be still and listen, alright? Nothng more."

Sandara: "I... guess. I will still use the mallet in you, you know."

And she stands in front of the mirror, the priestess dresss keeping her mostly modest, appearing as a holy, serene thing as soon as she closes her eyes... the features on her face blurring in the ebon skin now that its light has gone out.

Gennadi: He reaches a hand over and flicks the light out, stepping up behind her and leaning down a bit, lips barely brushing her ear as he clasps his hands at her stomach.

"I'll tell you the story of how I graduated from my Sifu's school some other time... you might think twice about that mallet then. For now, comfortable? No distractions?"

Sandara: "None." She says softly, focused, as if in prayer... trusting him.

Tense, however. It is hard not to let instincts take over as she relaxes... near another being.

Gennadi: "Good. My lack of foresight led me to get you a party dress that, well, requires I be the one to put it on. I suppose I got caught up in the design and forgot who it was designed for." He shrugs as he undoes the belt on her robes. "If it makes you feel any better, I can't exactly stare. Now, where was I?"

Sandara: She shakes. "M-must you... really....?"

Her voice is... heavy.

• Gennadi shushes her with a finger to her lips. "Mhm. As for where I was, I believe it was remembering I didn't tell you to talk." He nips her earlobe, and she can feel his soft smile in the darkness as he pulls the belt away and drops it on the floor. "Don't worry, you're not leaving this room any less pure than you entered it, even if you wish otherwise later."

Gennadi: His hands carefully brush here and there, avoiding anywhere too sensitive, just drifting across her body in a slow, hypnotic pattern as he plucks and tugs at the fabric of her robes, puzzling out what she's wearing through the momentary touches and resistance... and how to take it all off. "I'm here because it's Fate. That's the first answer." His voice drops a bit lower as she shivers, moving just a bit farther away as he whispers. "I'm here because I have a plan, a great plan, not for a year, not for two, not for twenty, not for two-hundred, longer... one great plan, to fix everything, make everyone happy in the end... everyone who's left."

The outer robe drops to the floor, pooling around her feet as he pauses. "I'm here because of a woman, a moment of passion, and a mistake made in the heat of the moment, a fire of rage that cast light on my life before then, and how I'd mostly wasted it. Here to learn to change." He flicks the shoulder off the second layer she wears. "I'm here because I'm stubborn, and because of an unspoken bet and a challenge, that I could not do what I believe I can do. That an elder knows my business better than I. Here to stay the same, here in defiance."

His breath is hot on her ear as he pauses, the quiet sound of the silk slowly sliding down her body the only thing breaking the interminable silence. "Are you with me so far, Sandara?"

Sandara: "Not... really..."

She shakes. Words mixed with feelings and desire within her mind. She tried to distill the ideas and archetypes of stories, but then, an imagination wishing what she does not know, and feelings she did not understand, twisted it beyond what she could feel... "But... I am getting the basic of it. Carry on..."

Gennadi: He nips her again for forgetting, sensation in sharp contast to that of his roaming hand, fingertips just barely brushing her skin as they untie small charm bracelets in quick, simple motions. Even more contrast, the hand under her breasts, flat against her skin and simply supporting her.

"Good. I'm here because I don't know why I'm here, because I need to work to uncover my past, because without my past, I cannot face the future." Small bronze ornaments rain down to the floor, silently at first, then more sound as they clink against each other like metal rain. "I'm here because this is where Alexsei is, because this is where Ryshassa and Cael are. I'm here because the Gold is afraid, and I'm here because the Bronze is afraid, and the least I can do is take both their money to make them feel a little better about the world. I'm here because I'm afraid of not having other people tell me what they need, I'm here to find my definition in thoughts of others."

That supporting hand reaches up to tug as his other hand flicks away the knot at her back, leaving her breasts exposed to the air. "I'm here because for right now, at this moment, there's nowhere else for me to be but here. I'm here because I got tired of having a predictable and safe office life, and I'm here because the only way you ever learn is through sacrifice and pain, and it's best to bleed where your peers can't see it. Are you with me so far, Sandara?"

Sandara: The breathing is hard. Shivers run down her spine. She did not like this, even if it was dark...

To be bare... made her feel so...

She tried to make sense of it all. It was... hard. "Must you... only speak in riddles? I am tr... trying to, but..."

"... you... you are not helping...

Gennadi: "You asked for the real answer, Sandara. There is no one real answer. There are a lot of reasons, decisions made in split seconds that combined, lead me to right here, with you. The simplest way to say it is that I'm here because I believe I can get something out of being here." Cold metal presses against her stomach, four minor pinpricks of pain mostly lost in the confusion. The room lightens as Gennadi makes sweeping motions, going from dark to lighter as his hands trail down to her hips, up across her breasts to her shoulders and down to her hands. He steps back, tapping her neatly on the spine. "You can look now." He turns her away from the mirror after a long moment, pulling her veil out of his pocket and pressing it into her hand. "That's for you too. Like the dress?"

Sandara: Slowly, the demoness opens her eyes... and sees it. Even in her shaky state, it brings a smile to her lips, one for a pleasant sight such as this. Down her body, it is a dress of green flame, woven like fabric and tied around a large starmetal ring piercing her navel with four small chains. She feels the touch of fate, it is strange, exotic, but yet, it is joyful. It spreads, held only by the ring, a piece for each shoulder, a piece for each arm, keeping her modesty is barely as it passes to her shoulders.

Yet, it shows all of her back, most of her front, a single piece of flame going down from the ring and spreading out to circle her legs. Smoke rises from the dress, but vanishes soon after, the smoking forming words... words of warning against the heat of the dress.

The demon looks at the veil in her hand, spreading it in front of her... woven Obsidian. So fitting with her skin tone... she looks at herself... and smiles. Pleased. The green flame holding her in such a familiar, warm way. "This... this is..."

"Thank you, Gennadi. You do understand of beauty.."

Gennadi: He shrugs. "I thought it was fitting. The words and the cut of the fire can be adjusted from the ring, though I'm not sure if it will work for you..." A smile before he moves into a new thought. "What are you doing tonight? After the party."

Sandara: She touches the ring, and focuses. Her own essence shines about it. The flames smile in approval.

"M... me? Nothing..." She feels something. Something building within her. Something... still the trembling, the shaking, the instincts to do something she does not even understand. It makes her step back. "B-but don't you go getting ideas!" She says, pointing accusingly at him, almost to protect herself than to point or accuse...

Gennadi: "Too late. I want us to sleep together tonight. Literally, mind. Rest in the same bed. Yours or mine, take your pick."

Sandara: She blinks.

"Errr... I am sure you have been more... like... don't try to fool me!"

• Gennadi wags a finger at her. "You see? I felt how tense you were, and you misunderstand me even now. I should expect when the morning comes, you will be far less nervous about my touch. I simply hope you don't snore."

Sandara: "... like you wouldn't take advantage of the tension! You just said you knew!"

She crosses her arms beneath her cleavage, the flame not harming her, child of the green sun as she is. "Pehaps I ought to dress this on the bed." She says, resisting the urge to show her tongue.

Gennadi: "If you like." He smiles amiably. "It hardly accomplishes what I want if you spend all night terrified I'm going to roll over and grope you. I want you relaxed, so wear whatever pleases you... No heels though. Those are just for the party... in your closet, on the left."

Sandara: She takes a moment watching him with arms closed... then sighs and goes to the closet, picking the heels...

"You are adamant about this, right? I will not forgive you if you do anything!"

• Gennadi shrugs. "I could be convinced otherwise... but I think it is best we do it now. We will not have so many free nights in the future, and I prefer to make sure we can work together easily now. Hm... I am forgetful." He steps over to her, turning her face back for a long, soft kiss. "Sorry. I owed you that from earlier." He has time for a grin before stepping away, heading over to the door. "See you at the party, Sandara! Think about whose room you'll feel better in."

Sandara: And then he kissed her again.

She blushed... and let herself be carried. Instincts from her mother, from her heritage, from everything that felt right within her.... and then, she was left there, even ater he was gone, not even hearing his words... and it was a long time staring at the door until her hands curled into fists.

"You... you.... pervert! "

On the corner of the eye, just below hearing... the Zephyr giggles.

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