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[liluth]

[atrb=cellSpacing,5,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 380px; -moz-border-radius-topleft: 75px; -moz-border-radius-topright: 75px; background: url(http://fc01.deviantart.net/fs26/f/2008/074/e/3/pattern_by_miseryloneliness.png), bTable][atrb=style, background: url(http://i333.photobucket.com/albums/m383/Dear_Minnie/bunny/11.png); -moz-border-radius-topleft: 75px; -moz-border-radius-topright: 75px; height:250; opacity: 0.8] i'm not calling you a liar just don't lie to me i'm not calling you a ghost just stop haunting me

[atrb=style, background: #FAFAFA;] She shouldn't be here. That was the thought first and foremost on Liluth's mind as she pulled her cloak closer around her shoulders and the hood up over her head. She, Liluth Vallarin Alavara, did not belong in this dark gloomy wood. Of course, she had already known that. She had known it last time she had set foot here, and she had almost died because of it. Now, a little over two months later, she had come back. With every near silent step, she cringed. It was much too soon to come back to die. Yet here she was, every step taking her closer to death as he waited for her. Savan, that was the name of her death, the death that had promised to wait for her return. And she, ridiculous girl she was, was going to walk straight into his arms. It was such a stupid thing to do, come back to him after he let her go once. Would he let her live a second time? The thought sent a shiver of fear down her spine, while at the same time it peaked her curiosity. Vampires and Elves were the two races that lived forever, she could have waited a hundred years to go back, and he'd still be there, looking exactly the same. It made her wonder what exactly his plans for her would be. Now that she had come back, would he kill her quick? Or would he draw it out over centuries, keeping her as a pet, locked away in some dark tower? Biting her lip, she silently reminded herself that those were silly thoughts to have. And that she was a stupid silly girl for coming back at all. She had no claim to him, nothing to stop him killing her other than the offering under her arm. It was a bundle of fabric, and it matched the cloak she herself was wearing. The threads were what most called “badly died” where the color varied in shade throughout. But it had been perfect, as she had found the second she walking into the forest. Even here, in the forest called Black, the shadows had more layers and tones than just black, and her cloak blended in so well she could hardly see where its hem lay when she stood still. It wouldn't stop the vampire from finding her, but she had seen his black cloak, and some part of her had spent the extra time to make a second cloak to replace it. It wasn't so much an offering as it had been an excuse for her to stay away longer. But she couldn't stay away long enough. As much as walking through this dark forest excited her curiosity, as much as she felt the calming knowledge of the questions burning in her mind about to be saturated, she felt the horror of what she was doing. Her curiosity was sending her to an early grave, leaving her sister in a time when she was needed most. To satisfy her need to find answers, her impatience had shown, and she had left safety to come back to the gateway to death. “I'll never go back.” she whispered, the first audible sound she had made since starting the trek through damp undergrowth and over twisted roots and fallen logs. She looked around but all the saw was darkness and silence. Ahead she could see a tree, standing in what was almost a clearing, and looking familiar. She had been walking for the right amount of time, perhaps it could even be the same place she had spoken with her death before he let her go. She couldn't know for certain, though. The Black Forest was too full of death and decay for her nature sensing abilities to tell her if it was the same one. Either way, this was where she decided to stop, carefully sitting at the base of the tree, cloak carefully covering her, the bundled gift sitting on her lap. “I've come back, Savan. Stupid Liluth, come back to see the beautiful face of death too soon, to hear his words and voice of poison.” Her voice was the barest of sounds, joining the whispered breeze that ran through the woods, sending ghostly calls through the branches. “Waiting still? Expecting me? I came back too soon, too soon for all but my curiosity that says 'Too late, Liluth, too late.' Stupid elf, I still am. Stupid elf, waiting for you in a forest of black. Stupid elf, coming back because she missed the thrill of almost dying. Such a silly, stupid elf, you'd think she was a human.” Her light giggle followed the words, tempting death, even as her fingers grasped a piece of sharpened wood, holding it too her chest, hidden beneath the folds of her cloak. It was her only weapon this time, sharp pieces of wood, stakes, half a dozen of them hidden in her dress' pockets, and one in her hand at her chest. She didn't plan on using them, especially not to kill, but it would surprise her death, she hoped, to find her waiting with a death of her own.

[atrb=style, background: #FAFAFA;] notes... <3 tag... sexy savan. i won't settle for less than that. words... 870 lyrics... don't tell me - florence and the machine credit... onigirishi of OTE, background credit goes to miseryloneliness of DA

[SAVAN AMARANDA DARAY]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; border-bottom: 6px solid #2b2b2b; background-color: #80596e; -moz-border-radius: 35 20 0 0px; border-radius: 35 20 0 0px; text-align: center;,true] ♕ SAVAN AMARANDA DARAY i hide in the shadows, i long for the light; for i am a vampire, imprisoned by night. the moon is my sun, the night is my day, for blood is my life, and you are my prey It was like his second home, the Black Forest. He hunted within it, caught his pray within it, and lured his victims for assassinations within it. Almost every action that he did, it was inside the forest. He certainly had time to gather knowledge of the monsters that dwell within, he had time to navigate the woods and endless trees. He depends on his senses and the feel of the air to find his path to where he wanted to go. Everything came to Savan when he was in the forest. Humans will try to brave a night inside, travelers will seek refuge, thieves seek protection, hunters look for food and furs for trade, soldier will get lost inside- too loud to survive. And elves? Elves will always be curious. Namely, some will always have the feeling and yearning to come back. Anything he could want, it was his for the taking once they stepped under the thick and dark canopy above- once the shadows slither out to greet them, Savan will eventually do the same. No one is different. He can assure anyone that. He didn't own the forest, but he claimed what he found inside it. And how does this game start? The hunt always begins the same way- with a calling. Mostly it would be clumsy movements- shredding the dead and decayed leaves under their feet, sometimes the sounds of weapons- whirring of arrows and the whistling of the blade as they tried to part the stems that stood in their way. It could be the frustrated yell of someone who was utterly lost. The call came in many forms- it gives out the location of the victim, where they are, and what they are doing. All one had to do was listen- hear the sounds of the forest, what sounds make up the forest? What didn't fit into it? A puzzle, one has to think carefully and pay attention- all good predators should have patience, because at any moment, their pray just might walk right into their trap; no matter how elaborate or simple it was. The familiar peals of a radiant voice broken the sound barrier, beckoning him forward. His dark brown eyes lifted from the tints of the leaves to turn his head in the direction of the sound. The arch in his brow lifted for a moment as he listened to her speak- the calling. He could hear it, the desire- he had let her off once, now it was time to pay her dues, it was shorter then he had expected, but the outcome, he knew, remained the same. Waiting never hurt anyone, did it? At least it didn't for him. The corners of his lips twitched into a smirk, as he stood and followed the notes of her voice. She was expecting him, should he follow through? She wanted to see him, no doubt- should he let her? Stopping above her to the left, he gazed down at her as she finished her speech. His eyes were dark and unmerciful as he took in her new look that she had- a dark, glimmer cloak that blended well into the darkness- a contrast to her luminous skin- and another bundle under her arm. 'Silly elf, I see you're back,' he purred. 'And prepared,' he noticed, better then last time, her clothes all tattered and worn and dirty and bright- brighter then black, which screams and begs for attention; just like she's begging for her demise. She's begging for him. He moved, still on the canopy, but moving to the right, circling her like a bird as he watched her under his intense gaze. 'Savan was waiting- take a breath, take two- each one of them could be your last,' he hummed, like before, his tone was nothing but smooth and sultry. It seemed she wasn't as terrified of him as she was before. He stopped suddenly to her right, bending down to rest the palm of his hand on the branch, licking his lips slowly as he let out a low laugh.'Like a human, like a child- silly little elf, don't you know curiosity killed the cat?' he murmured, tilting his head and looking at her closely. Though he was advancing slowly, he didn't move into her vision. He wanted to see her try to find him int he darkest shadow. He wanted for her to look around for him. After all, death strikes fast, one wouldn't even see it coming. And she wouldn't either. notes:: sucky post. D8 sorry. words:: 8 8 6 tagged:: l i l u t h

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[liluth]

[atrb=cellSpacing,5,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 380px; -moz-border-radius-topleft: 75px; -moz-border-radius-topright: 75px; background: url(http://fc01.deviantart.net/fs26/f/2008/074/e/3/pattern_by_miseryloneliness.png), bTable][atrb=style, background: url(http://i333.photobucket.com/albums/m383/Dear_Minnie/bunny/11.png); -moz-border-radius-topleft: 75px; -moz-border-radius-topright: 75px; height:250; opacity: 0.8] i'm not calling you a liar just don't lie to me i'm not calling you a ghost just stop haunting me

[atrb=style, background: #FAFAFA;] She couldn't stop the smile that spread across her face as she heard his voice, the smile of knowing he had come to find her. She leaned back against the tree, letting her green eyes drift almost closed. He was moving around above her, out of sight, she instinctively knew, remembering the way he moved last time. She had replayed it so often, the way he circled her, speaking his mocking words with a voice sweet as honey. Before she had tried her best to shake the voice off, to look and see him, but now she stayed still beneath her tree, the bait waiting in a trap. For he was coming for her, was he not? He said as much as he pranced high above in the treetops. “Prepared to sit and wait for you, Savan, death.” Her voice grew louder now that she knew he was here, trusting him perhaps too much to protect her from the other deaths that might be lurking in the forest, that might also answer her call. “Think death might be nice then, if it stops the breath of rotten air. Such sweet rotten air in this forest of black, tastes of death and decay. Can't get away from it, no. Liluth can't get away from death in this dark wood. Death was waiting for her, and then he found her.” She answered his laugh with one of her own, still talking to some point straight ahead of her. “A child I am, of my people. Shouldn't be away from home, naughty little elf, coming out to see death when she should be safe at home. Deserves a punishment, she does, for coming to see Savan though she was told not to. But perhaps he is her punishment? But death seems harsh for wanting to see a pretty face, for wanting to hear a poisonously sweet voice speak bitter truths and mock her. Punishment for curiosity, though, yes. Perhaps that is what Savan is, the punishment for Liluth being curious to know what death tastes like.” Though she didn't turn to try and find him in the trees around her, she strained with her ears, growing quiet and just listening for a change in the sound of the breeze through the leaves. Once he was where she wouldn't have to move to see him, then she might turn, but for now she would wait. Cat and mouse they were, but a mouse waiting in the trap she would only partially be. She knew the games he liked to play, with chasing her from the forest, with watching her spin around trying to see him. Now she was taunting him with her stillness, not giving into her urge to try and face death, to look in his face. His eyes especially she wanted to see, he had stayed too far away before for her to look into the eyes of death, only coming close for a moment. She wanted to stare into them, to see her future in them. But that was a dangerous wish, she knew, and even as it came to her mind she gripped the stake in her hand tighter. It was hidden by the bundle on her lap, that carefully crafted reward for death. A surprise for him, a prize for luring her back. But the bigger surprise she knew was that she had brought weapons specific for fighting him. A stake was hardly a fit tool for fighting most things, yet it was all she had with her. A weapon to fight her personal death, because she didn't need anything else. If he said he would be the one to kill her, she believed him wholeheartedly. It was a stupid thing to do, but she didn't see it like that. He could have killed her, she knew, but he had waited, and she knew he would kill her now she came back. Unless he didn't. But she wouldn't kill him, even if she had the right tools. She had never killed before, she had never even threatened. It was naive of her to think the smooth wood in her hand would give him pause, but she did. She really and truly believed that it would make him, a natural born killer, pause when he found out what she had brought, other than the bundled cloak. If she was lucky, it would, but what type of luck could an elf that met her death twice have?

[atrb=style, background: #FAFAFA;] notes... <3 tag... sexy savan. i won't settle for less than that. words... 749 lyrics... don't tell me - florence and the machine credit... onigirishi of OTE, background credit goes to miseryloneliness of DA

[SAVAN AMARANDA DARAY]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; border-bottom: 6px solid #2b2b2b; background-color: #80596e; -moz-border-radius: 35 20 0 0px; border-radius: 35 20 0 0px; text-align: center;,true] ♕ SAVAN AMARANDA DARAY i hide in the shadows, i long for the light; for i am a vampire, imprisoned by night. the moon is my sun, the night is my day, for blood is my life, and you are my prey He stopped completely, resting on a branch above her. He moved to crouch, raising his brow. Right in his grasp, and she wouldn't play by the games he wanted her to, however, that didn't mean that he didn't have things planned to her. Seeing her reactions and movements were key. His body remained immobile, almost like a statue as he watched her quietly, silence thickening around him as his features remained impassive and dark. The only movement was the ropes of his hair, slack without the wind. He pursed his lips together before parting them once more and speaking again. 'Sit and wait? No fun, no fun at all,' he murmured, sounding mockingly disappointed from where he was crouched on the trunk. 'But if that's what you're waiting for, who am I to deny it?' he questioned, now mildly amused as he watched sit and relax on where she was sitting. Her corners of his lips twitched lightly. 'But when will Death come? Any moment, any time, it'll pounce,' he whispered, leaning forward and dropping to the ground like a cat. The fabrics of his cloak fell around him like a circle of imprisonment. He peered at her through his lashes as he froze once more- still. The corners of his lips twitched into a grin. 'Naughty naught, is that so? Deserves a punishment, is that right? Is death the answer? Do you want me to give you your punishment? To give you death?' he questioned lightly, his voice a curious hum in the night. He chuckled and tilted his head down, his eyes cast to the dirty floor of the forest. He closed his eyes, listening to the sounds of her voice echo into the night- the ground vibrated lightly as creatures of the sort ran across the forest floor, the sounds penetrated his head as screams and shuddered through the trees. They weren't alone, Savan never stayed in one spot for long for that very reason- and they were going to push it. Talking. He stood up slowly, taking one step twoards her. His eyes glinted in the dark, shining without interest but with lust. The corners of his lips pulled upwards into a small smile as he stepped into the light'I'd rather think you were guilty, then find you to be innocent,' he stopped, little to her right, closer then where he was before. 'I'd rather kill you, but that wouldn't be any fun,' he grinned as he appeared behind her, his eyes trailing up the trunk that she was sitting and leaning against. 'Mommy would always said:' he uttered slowly, stopping right in front of her, only a feet foot away from where she was standing. He peered at her darkly. He reached out and brushed his fingers across the back of her fingers. It took a slow moment before he snatched her wrists and pulled her up into a standing position. He pulled her tight against him, her chest pressed against his. He bent down to brush his lips against the shell of her ear before finish his words in the most softest voice. '.. to never play with your prey,' he hissed softly, his voices dark, promising, and menacing. His hands were wrapped around her hips, tightly keeping her in one place, right against him. He stepped one step closer with a taunting smile. 'Is this what you want? Silly elf, foolish elf, soon-to-be-dead elf- what brings you out here? Far from home? Did you pray to your god,' he taunted. 'Didn't you promise to stay away, stay at home if you survived?' he questioned. 'I let you live, Liluth, I let you go- of course you would come back,' his lips curled into a taunting smile. notes:: D8 words:: 636 tagged:: l i l u t h

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[liluth]

[atrb=cellSpacing,5,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 380px; -moz-border-radius-topleft: 75px; -moz-border-radius-topright: 75px; background: url(http://fc01.deviantart.net/fs26/f/2008/074/e/3/pattern_by_miseryloneliness.png), bTable][atrb=style, background: url(http://i333.photobucket.com/albums/m383/Dear_Minnie/bunny/11.png); -moz-border-radius-topleft: 75px; -moz-border-radius-topright: 75px; height:250; opacity: 0.8] i'm not calling you a liar just don't lie to me i'm not calling you a ghost just stop haunting me

[atrb=style, background: #FAFAFA;] Her heart began to race as she heard the oh-so-mocking tone of his voice. This was what she had come for, this what was her curiosity wanted. To test him, and his limits, to play her own game of words, and see how long it would be before she gave into his desires. For she already knew she would. That was what she was here for, after all. She came back because he said she would. He said he was her death, and she wanted to see how soon that death would come. She should have waited, but as he said, curiosity killed the cat. Only it messed up how she thought of them, if she was a cat to be killed. For he was the cat, and she the mouse, so would curiosity kill the cat if the cat was really a mouse? “Want death? No, I don't think I want it.. Not really. So many things yet to do, but none so exciting as dying, I suppose. Falling in love they say makes your heart race, but I don't think it could compare to this, to sitting in the presence of death, of waiting for his whim to end, and your life to be over. Love leads to heartbreak, to sorrowful faces, to leaving. But death lasts forever..” She spoke her thoughts aloud, not caring the consequences if he took her up on making her heart race until it stopped. To her, it was answering a question truthfully, nothing more. She gasped when she saw him coming toward her, surprised not by his presence but by the look in his eyes. She had never seen eyes look on her quite like that before. She was speechless as she tried to decide what it was they were saying. Was it devour, or desire? As he stood above her, her mind wouldn't give her an answer of one or the other, insisting that it was a combination of both, and that it was a bad thing. His touch sent a shiver through her body, her eyes closing in self defense from the dark look in his for the vital second before he pulled her up so she was standing pressed against him. One hand was pressed to his chest, causing her senses to scream out in fear when as expected she found no heartbeat therein. A tiny moan found it's way out of her throat, a needy sound, yet full of fear. As he stepped forward, she was trapped between him and the tree, and her freer arm, still wrapped in the cloak for him, went around his back, holding her to him out of instinct. She shook her head slightly as he spoke, eyes opened again and entranced by looking at his. “Want? It's what I did, what I came for, but want? I don't know. I prayed, but...” she paused, remembering her escape, and why she broke the promise, even though it was to someone so important to her as Thatulo. “But you showed me the way out,” she whispered, speaking into his shoulder, “You let me go, no one else, so I came back. To you.” It was strange to realize it so suddenly, that part of her had understood the fact the chase had perhaps never been meant to end in her death that day, but he planned to let her go, just as he planned to catch her again. “You let me go, so I would come back? What difference would it make to kill me then or now? In the end, I'll still be just as dead.” For the first time, it really confused her, this coming back to death, why would death let her go? Why would he admit to it?

[atrb=style, background: #FAFAFA;] notes... <3 tag... sexy savan. i won't settle for less than that. words... 633 lyrics... don't tell me - florence and the machine credit... onigirishi of OTE, background credit goes to miseryloneliness of DA

[SAVAN AMARANDA DARAY]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; border-bottom: 6px solid #2b2b2b; background-color: #80596e; -moz-border-radius: 35 20 0 0px; border-radius: 35 20 0 0px; text-align: center;,true] ♕ SAVAN AMARANDA DARAY i hide in the shadows, i long for the light; for i am a vampire, imprisoned by night. the moon is my sun, the night is my day, for blood is my life, and you are my prey There it is again. Savan could feel it. The quickening pulse that moved through her body, the sound of her heart as it pumped a little faster. She may have held it off for a good while, but she couldn't hold it back forever. He smiled at the sound, it was a comfort. After the call, comes the chase. His eyes flickered with excitement before it died down into the menacing twinkle. Was she scared? She was awfully accepting, so scared the first time he was there, so fearful that death would strike at any moment. And now, it's like she's waiting, and he wondered how scared she was, how terrified- she was testing him, he could tell, but he will only go so far. The question is, how far would that be? Being a vampire of his age, he had a lot of self-control, but the thought of her pulse right under his lips, her body against his, her heartbeat slowing- it was temping, and his patience will wear thin at the thought of it. Vampire, after all. 'Of all things, love is the deadliest, heartbreak, unfaithfulness, falling out of it- what do most of them lead to? Death, my love,' he whispered quietly. He, himself had never engaged in love, he never cared for it. His lips curled at her reaction the first time he touched her. His eyes bored into her frame, daring her to scream, daring her to push him away, to run like the elf instincts that she was gifted with- not that she had listened. But he knew, despite the dare that he instigated through his gaze, she would never do such a thing. She would never push him away; if he let her live, then maybe- but not now. The idea would be utterly reckless, she even admitted that she was in his trap, under his gaze, and he's tensed up, ready for her. His eyes darkened and brightened at the same time. It's been something he was waiting for. He wanted to claim her as his, he wanted her to belong to him, for him to mark up her pretty skin raw. He wanted her to notice him when he was around, to know who was it that took her blood. The sound that left her lips made Savan delirious. A low laugh followed her gasp, if it could be considered a laugh. He turned his brown orbs to look at her face- the fear, it was there, the sound of voice told him that much. He knew it. So ready, but no one would be that willing to face their predator without feeling some sort of emotion as such. It was natural, even with those who had a tendency to become suicidal. But still, the arm that moved around him as he pulled her closer told him there were more feelings then just that. A pretty face, what was what he was, a mask; hiding something horrible behind it- something bloody and filled with lust. She knows, not every detail, but she knows. All vampires were the same- some hold back, search for humanity, but they won't deny it, they can't. It's true. He took a step forward, trapping her in the middle between the tree. 'Oh darling, you've picked the wrong place to sit, tonight. A trap, a corner, where is there to go now but into the arms of death?' the corners of his lips twitched into that smile again, the smile of promise as he bent down and brushed his lips against hers. 'I have my reasons;' he whispered in reply. 'Ask yourself, I let you go, but you came back, knowing I would kill you- I have have said I was waiting, but I would never venture away from the unholy hills and the Black Forest, you could spend forever in that little magical forest.. and I would never find you- why would you come back?' he replied the question with another one. He bent down to brush his lips again across her skin, but this time, it wasn't just for fun. He was searching for her sensitive spot- he had once wondered where it would be, most girls seem to have it right under their ear, some have it right at the control spot- where he could bite her and control the flow of her blood; but those girls weren't hers. Where would it be? His tongue slid out, licking a long thin stripe as he slowly breathed over it, wanting the thrill of her reactions, even if it wasn't her sweet spot. notes:: <3 words:: 7 7 1 tagged:: l i l u t h

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[liluth]

[atrb=cellSpacing,5,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 380px; -moz-border-radius-topleft: 75px; -moz-border-radius-topright: 75px; background: url(http://fc01.deviantart.net/fs26/f/2008/074/e/3/pattern_by_miseryloneliness.png), bTable][atrb=style, background: url(http://i333.photobucket.com/albums/m383/Dear_Minnie/bunny/11.png); -moz-border-radius-topleft: 75px; -moz-border-radius-topright: 75px; height:250; opacity: 0.8] i'm not calling you a liar just don't lie to me i'm not calling you a ghost just stop haunting me

[atrb=style, background: #FAFAFA;] There weren't many people Liluth could think of that she ever got this close to, either physically, or philosophically. Talking about feelings, emotions, life and death, it was something she normally did alone. And only two people really had her permission to hug and show affection in that way, one of which being her sister, the other, Nina, her only really close friend. Now she was letting this vampire hold her close, letting him hear her skepticism about love, and about her morbid curiosities. And she was also listening to what he said, hanging onto his every word even as her mind told her heart he could be lying to her, he wanted her dead, after all. And then she heard the words she had not thought to hear directed at her for a hundred years, if not more. My love. He called her his love, with the same lips that promised her he would bring her death. It confused her, and yet she still couldn't doubt him. He might love her for the smell of her blood, or perhaps the feel of her soft flesh beneath his fingers, that was still love, right? A different kind of love than the forever love, which he couldn't love her like that. He was a vampire. There would never be any chance he could love her that much, her mind insisted on it. It was a fact of life, of existence, that he was cold, heartless, and without the capability to care about anyone or anything. The heat of the moment, that was the other option – excuse – for his words. They were standing with bodies pressed closely together, and faces perhaps mere inches apart at most. They were looking deeply into each others eyes, and she was trusting him with her life every passing second. And each second found her lost farther in the labyrinth that only lead to death. Slowly, her hand reached up to gently touch his hair, careful to keep it from touching his cold skin. She was getting braver, or stupider, and with him holding her so close, she couldn't help but touch him as she listened to his words, his answer. He was making her think, about what she was doing here, about why she had come back now rather than later, why she had come back at all. And through it all, she could feel that ghosting touch of his lips against hers. He had kissed her, her first kiss, and she didn't know what to do. She wanted to kiss him back, but she wasn't sure what to do. When his lips began to move over her skin, she let out a whimper, a needy sound. She didn't know where exactly it came from, but some primal part of her was enjoying this, while the intellectual part of her begged her to run away, fearing for the worst. “I wanted you to find me.” she whispered, letting her fingers tangle slightly in his dreads as he brushed over more sensitive skin. Her voice was shaky, and there were almost tears in her eyes. She was afraid of what was about to happen, and feeling his tongue over her skin, so near to where her blood pulsed just beneath the surface released the fear that had been locked inside. She was going to die here, like this, she didn't want that. If she was to die in his arms, with a kiss, she wanted to be somewhere romantic, or at least already lying down. As it was, it felt more like the first meeting of two lovers, and that made it all the worse. She couldn't say she loved him, she was fascinated by him, a part of her desired him and saw him as beautiful, but she was also terrified. And to him, what could she be but his next meal? There was nothing else, it was all she was, it was their roles in life, prey and hunter, and they shouldn't be standing here, holding each other close as lovers were want to do. “I'm scared..” she whispered, turning her face slightly so her lips were by his ear, whispering her thoughts directly to him, and lips brushing against the cold skin. “Terrified of you, of this, of what will happen. I thought at first it might be a dream, I thought at first you were only a mirage, but this feels to real for a dream or imagination. And you're really going to kill me if I can't find the strength to stop you. Strength you steal away with caresses and kisses and touches, and sweet words, murmured in my ears.” She placed a soft kiss to the cold skin below it, just as his lips found her sweet spot, eliciting a gasp and a sweet moan, a bare whisper of noise in his ear, just for him to hear.

[atrb=style, background: #FAFAFA;] notes... <3 tag... sexy savan. i won't settle for less than that. words... 821 lyrics... don't tell me - florence and the machine credit... onigirishi of OTE, background credit goes to miseryloneliness of DA

[SAVAN AMARANDA DARAY]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; border-bottom: 6px solid #2b2b2b; background-color: #80596e; -moz-border-radius: 35 20 0 0px; border-radius: 35 20 0 0px; text-align: center;,true] ♕ SAVAN AMARANDA DARAY i hide in the shadows, i long for the light; for i am a vampire, imprisoned by night. the moon is my sun, the night is my day, for blood is my life, and you are my prey Savan smiled. His lips creeping upwards as his eyes darkened. His tongue slowly ran across his pearly whites. Some prey were too easy, they gave up, others screamed and begged and pleaded- but few accepted it and ran into his arms. She wasn't asking for Death, she was scared of it, she wanted to live- and yet she had willing came here. She was willingly wandered her way back to him despite her words. She was, to him, contradictory. This little one, the one that was away from her little forest, the one who prayed to her God to make it out alive, to promise to never come back, this little one who feared him and wanted him, this little elf said things that never measured up to her actions. She wanted him, for an elf bound to nature to come back to the undead- it was rare, every instinct in her mind must had told her to run, and here she was. Reckless fool. His eyes slid to her jugular- once remember his sire as he taught Savan how to feed. 'Start at the hand, little mistakes, if you're bold, then at the wrist- once you can control yourself, then aim for the neck. But unless you're willing to kill them and drain them- never aim for the jugular.' He had warned Savan, as he tried to guess the young newborn's ability to restrain himself. It was crucial, at the same that he had believed his humanity had been intact, still a human but lacking and beat and living on blood. But as the days became years and turned into centuries; he had come to realize that piece of fact was utterly useless. Savan always aimed to kill, he eyes would always be closed as their sweet nectar parched his thirst, but he felt their bodies thrum with their fluttering and feeble heartbeats, he heard the ragged tear of air as they gasp for breath, felt the twist of their fingers as they tried to claw their way out of their prison. It wasn't necessary to know where to start for a newborn- he would always be a vampire who aimed to kill. His lips brushed against the spot lightly, his teeth sharpening down on the point, not yet ready to pierce the skin. There was again. The tremors of Liluth's body as she whimpered, the sound waves reaching his ears with ease. The corners of his lips twitched once more as he continued to search for a nicer spot to play and toy with, before he could aim the kill. Most vampires did what they had to, biting down and draining their victims before they disposed of their bodies. But he couldn't do that, life was too long to rush. He let out a low chuckle. 'Of course, I would assume that we were still playing,' he whispered in a seductive purr. 'Don't your remember? Hide and seek? Chase and find? Run and search?' one hand moved from her waist to gather the pieces of her silken hair to the side before resting it against her beck, craning it to the side as his lips wandered freely; the other still remained the iron cage that told all that she was going to be his, that she belonged to him. 'So weak,' he crooned softly, like he was speaking to a baby (and if he had actually liked them). He nuzzled against her skin playfully as he pulled away and ran his lips to her ear, down her jaw, and paused at the hollow of the collarbone. 'Wish for it to be a dream darling, for you soon will be nothing more the the elf from one's memory, a memory spun by a spider of nature and destroyed the the beast of darkness and death,' he teased quietly. He growled lightly as she gasped, his arm tightening suddenly before letting go. He pushed her away far enough to turn her body around and push her back against his flat chest. His arm resumed back to their original positions- around her hips and at her neck (support when should she fall flat). He lips formed a tight seal over that little sweet spot as he sucked at it, his tongue lapping at the skin. His eyes gently fell shut as he pulled at her skin with his mouth in a slow, steady pressure; bringing her veins closer to the surface, but not far enough for him to pierce them and cause her to die (that wouldn't be fun, and though she may or may not know it, he wouldn't kill her, not yet). He could feel her scent lifting off her skin and surrounding him. His tongue gave one slow flick around her skin once more. Just before his teeth sank into her flesh. - - - - - - - - - - - - Savan leaned back against the trunk of the tree he had moved them both too. He had figured the smell of blood was too strong where they were before and had decided to move her once she had collapsed in his arms. His eyes were closed as he shifted her to a more comfortable position in his lap, her slack head resting against his chest. One arm was wrapped around her waist, still keeping her ensnared in his grip. The other hand was pressed against her chest, her fingers curling into her skin lightly, right above where her heart was steadily beating, occasionally reaching upwards to brush over the wound from which he had bitten her. The corners of his lips twitched with amusement, he couldn't bring himself to bite down on her jugular and kill her, couldn't bring himself to drain her dry- however he had enough rocks and darkness inside his heart and soul to not stop until she had passed out; only then did he finally (reluctantly) pull away from her. He bent his head to lick the wound carefully before his lips rose to the shell of her ear. 'Wake up, little elf, Death took pity on you; and you don't belong here,' he murmured, purring in his low tone as he roused her as subtly as possible. Was she a light sleeper? Or wouldn't wake up of the Dark Queen's infantry thundered through her precious little forest? Savan didn't need her here, it was already loud enough for one of them, and he didn't have the compassion and care to really save her if something were to stumble upon them and attack. Maybe. Maybe not. He's not sure, he had spared her. Twice. Curse her. He hoped one day when she was married, she would end up with someone as crazy as she was; who wanted to name their children after fruits or something. Savan didn't need crazy in his life, he needed blood. notes:: - - - words:: 1 1 3 9 tagged:: l i l u t h

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[liluth]

[atrb=cellSpacing,5,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 380px; -moz-border-radius-topleft: 75px; -moz-border-radius-topright: 75px; background: url(http://fc01.deviantart.net/fs26/f/2008/074/e/3/pattern_by_miseryloneliness.png), bTable][atrb=style, background: url(http://i333.photobucket.com/albums/m383/Dear_Minnie/bunny/11.png); -moz-border-radius-topleft: 75px; -moz-border-radius-topright: 75px; height:250; opacity: 0.8] i'm not calling you a liar just don't lie to me i'm not calling you a ghost just stop haunting me

[atrb=style, background: #FAFAFA;] It was his passion that most surprised Liluth. Every touch from Savan set her skin on fire, even as it sent chills up her spine. It was all so deliberate. Every word he whispered, every touch. “You won, Savan, and I am the prize, aren't I? You get to keep what you catch, because once you catch they can't run anymore. No, no more running for Liluth, silly child, stupid elf. She should have run and run and run forever, but she stopped, now it's too late. She ran to a trap, like the fly that went to the spider for tea.” Her words were becoming more nonsensical, she wasn't trying to tell him anything, or explain anything, it was simply the sound of her voice, reminding her she was still alive, still breathing as she was turned and pressed into the tree. The stake she had been clutching fell to the ground with a dull thud as she leaned against the wood, closing her eyes and desperately thinking of her trees at home. This one didn't feel too different, it had bark that was rough against her knuckles as she pressed her fists into it. Her body was quivering, but she was determined not to fall, determined to stay like this, she could be brave, couldn't she? After all., she came in here with no fear. No fear, and no pain, not until his teeth sank in and she gave a ragged scream. “A dream, a beautiful dream, and yet a nightmare. But the little elf child, she won't wake up when the cock crows, no. Not this time.” She didn't struggle beneath him, allowing him to take her lifeblood. The quivers in her slowly subsided as she relaxed into the pain, accepting it, even as her tears continued to fall. “Never dreamed like this,” she whispered, “Never dreamed so dark, so cold, so hot. It terrifies, and horrifies, and you can't move, can you Liluth. You fell for the trap, you got caught in the iron bars, and now you're stuck. No choice but to give in, but you'd choose it anyways, stupid elf, you wouldn't take it back if you could. All for a promise, half a promise, all for curiosity. Silly little mouse, pretending to be a cat and join the chase.” Her words grew softer, more faint and with less conviction as he continued to drink her blood. It was almost like falling asleep, the way her mind relaxed, yet her body remained tense and ever so aware of his teeth, his lips, and his hands. She fought to hold onto awareness, though, keeping track of her heartbeats and keeping time with them. Her eyes, though, stayed closed, she didn't want to risk glancing at that beautiful face and seeing his lips bright red with her blood. Even now, as she knew what he was doing, could feel her life's blood slipping away, she wanted to preserve his face, looking so beautiful, containing promises of death and wanton destruction, but holding no hard proof that it could do such things. She had to keep it that way in her mind. Picturing it, his beautiful, deceptive, charming face, she slipped into unconsciousness, perhaps from blood loss, or perhaps her body was finally reacting to the shock. - - - - - - - - - When next she knew what was going on, she could feel his strong arms still around her. For a moment, she wondered if this was what her heaven would be. Perhaps this Savan was nice, gentle, and an elf. Then she heard his words, and their meaning set in. She frowned, this wasn't suppose to have happened! She was supposed to be dead now, and he had spared her? Slowly she opened her eyes, sending a small glare his way. “You spared me... again.” Her soft voice was filled with confusion, and her glare was very short lived as she looked into that beautiful face. “Can't go back now.” her hand raised to softly cover her wound, feeling the torn skin with a shudder, “Marked now, they'll know, all of them.” There was a sliver of fear as she spoke, looking away from him, hands going to the edge of her cloak, gripping it tightly. “Never planned to go back. But I don't belong here, and can't belong there, not anymore.” With a deep breath, she tried to focus, fingers running over the weave, gently stroking down the edges. How could she explain this to her sister? Her mother? Nina? She didn't have an answer for that. Slowly, it dawned on her that something was missing. There was something she should have, that she didn't, something important. She turned toward him, eyes wide with fear for all the wrong reasons. “The cloak! I was carrying it, it was for you, did you leave it behind?” Instinctively she had known this was a different tree, but that didn't bother her. She wouldn't know how to get out of the forest without his help anyways. He had kept her alive, but she was marked now, she would be his until it faded from her skin, if it ever did. Still, all she could worry about was whether or not the second cloak had made it. She wanted to see it on him, she wanted him to praise her for his work. It was a stupid thing to want, now that she wasn't dead. Her first plan had been for him to regret killing her when he saw it, not that that would have worked. Now she was stuck alive, she didn't know how she was going to explain it, the reasons for it. They were all self-centered, all thinking too highly of herself, and she knew she wouldn't be able to voice any of those superficial reasons. Truth was, she didn't know what had compelled her to make him a shadow cloak as well.

[atrb=style, background: #FAFAFA;] notes... <3 tag... sexy savan. i won't settle for less than that. words... 1000 lyrics... don't tell me - florence and the machine credit... onigirishi of OTE, background credit goes to miseryloneliness of DA

[SAVAN AMARANDA DARAY]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; border-bottom: 6px solid #2b2b2b; background-color: #80596e; -moz-border-radius: 35 20 0 0px; border-radius: 35 20 0 0px; text-align: center;,true] ♕ SAVAN AMARANDA DARAY i hide in the shadows, i long for the light; for i am a vampire, imprisoned by night. the moon is my sun, the night is my day, for blood is my life, and you are my prey Savan's eyes watched, not missing the details of her features as she frowned. For a moment, he couldn't help with let out a slow smile at the possible emotions that coursed through her. It only widened into a more confident one at her accusation or statement. Of course he never did anything that people expected him to, he knew she was so sure that she was going to die, prolonging the due date would have been a little more amusing. Though he still didn't understand what possessed him to come to that idea; he couldn't help but let her go- and just seeing her squirm around him, seeing her wonder if, at any moment, he would strike and kill her. The thought that it could happen right now, tomorrow, or years from now- that would be interesting. Assuming, of course, that she remained close to him, with the same desire and urge to follow him into the forest, and chase him down for the experience of a death by his hand. Such an odd one, she was. He wondered what he had done to deserve her. The Gods and Goddesses must be punishing him. What could he had possibly done to deserve this? One thumb moved its way under her fingers, swiping lightly under the wound he had created with a closed expression on his face. He bent his head down and brushed his lips against it bruised skin around the holes lightly, pressing his soft, plush lips against it with the lightest and barest of kisses. 'I never told you when I would kill you- you shouldn't have come back at all,' he murmured simply, sounding utterly uncaring about her problems; as he had always been to the people around him. His antisocial behavior was nothing new- it may have changed slightly upon meeting her, but it will never leave nor go away. He pulled away from her neck and leaned back to look at the thick canopy over them. When he looked back, his eyes lowered to her actions, almost feeling the fear of no where to go and the confusion on why he kept her alive wafting off her skin. Elves, he had heard, were connected to their little forest in one silly way or another, they would do anything to defend it and call it their home. Savan had come to assume that she had lost her home and no longer belonged in the forest the moment she stepped out of it to venture into the Black Forest. One must not be all that comfortable at home if they had a yearning to understand what lies beyond it. Everyone, not just her, knew that the Black Forest was a dangerous place. However, he only watched her carefully as she played with the edges of the cloak. Brown orbs lifted to a pale, panicked face, one eyebrow arched at the question. He had seen the cloak bunched up in her hand when he pulled her to him, he had never assumed it belonged to him, but she had dropped it when she fainted, he figured he should leave it there, she could always make another one. He didn't, however, figure that it was made for him. 'I did,' he said slowly, his tongue flicking over his teeth in thought. It seemed it was important to her- and he wondered why she would spend time to weave it when she knew he wanted her dead. No wonder why he kept her alive- she kept on surprising him. He shrugged after a moment, seeming at ease. 'We can come back later to see if it's there, it blends in well- so it's unlikely that it would be found unless someone stepped on it,' he replied, seeming a little surprised that he was soothing her worries (or trying too). notes:: - - - words:: 6 4 2 tagged:: l i l u t h

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[liluth]

[atrb=cellSpacing,5,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 380px; -moz-border-radius-topleft: 75px; -moz-border-radius-topright: 75px; background: url(http://fc01.deviantart.net/fs26/f/2008/074/e/3/pattern_by_miseryloneliness.png), bTable][atrb=style, background: url(http://i333.photobucket.com/albums/m383/Dear_Minnie/bunny/11.png); -moz-border-radius-topleft: 75px; -moz-border-radius-topright: 75px; height:250; opacity: 0.8] here in my web of dreams my whispers turn to screams

[atrb=style, background: #FAFAFA;] He was mocking her again, without saying anything. Liluth was beginning to recognize it, mocking scorn, the only emotion he ever showed in her presence. It was oddly comforting, that he still had that look in his eyes at her fear. It meant he had planned this, this delay of her fate. She shivered as he pressed his lips to the wound, it hurt, throbbed, as if remembering those lips before, and begging for them again. Her body, it would seem, had a death wish, begging him even though it was just spared. His words, so uncaring, so much him, let her relax a little before her utter fear set in once more. Something cool and steady to calm her wild, too fiery emotions. How often had someone told her before that she needed to learn to think, to not be hasty. She was still such a child, and it was showing, to her. The way she had run without looking back, the way she waited for him. It didn't matter that the forest was her home when she had a death to run to. Or at least that was how it seemed. Home didn't matter without her sister there, without her smiling. Home had been where her sister was, but she didn't know that anymore. Her sister left as she did, no explanations, not the ones Liluth wanted to hear. But she couldn't change that, Lailah was Lailah, and Liluth was Liluth. Even as alike as they were, they had differences. Like her and her obsession with her death, never content to simply leave with her life, no, she had to come back to him again, and she knew that again would become again and again. With an annoyed sigh, she accepted his answer, turning away from him to look out at the dark woods. “Not meant for anyone to find, it was meant for you. Not polite to leave a gift on the forest floor, but then again, you aren't polite. You enjoy teasing someone with their death, keeping them alive for your entertainment.” She didn't want to look back at him, she didn't want to see that face that had haunted her dreams and would now be sure to haunt more. What gave him the right to toy with her so? Just thinking it had her peaking back over her shoulder with a glare, and a small smile she hoped he couldn't see. That was right, she had given him the right, the second she came back for him, the day she decided he was her death and she had to see him again. Thinking about it like that, she really didn't have any right to be annoyed at him, at least he seemed to be honest with her, which was more than the elf would have thought a vampire could be. Turning to face him again, that little smile still on her face, she carefully kissed his cheek, her own cheeks blushing a gentle rose red. “I suppose I should thank you for sparing me. For holding off on death.” her lips stayed there, hovering by his skin, “And I suppose it's not your fault you left the cloak behind. Can't expect you to read my mind, can I?” she said it as a joke, as if no one could possibly do that. And all she could think as she said it was how grateful she was that he most certainly couldn't read her mind, this was proof of it. She might have thought he could their first meeting, but she had been able to surprise him today.

[atrb=style, background: #FAFAFA;] notes... <3 tag... sexy savan. i won't settle for less than that. words... 605 lyrics... rose red - emilie autumn credit... onigirishi of OTE, background credit goes to miseryloneliness of DA

[SAVAN AMARANDA DARAY]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; border-bottom: 6px solid #2b2b2b; background-color: #80596e; -moz-border-radius: 35 20 0 0px; border-radius: 35 20 0 0px; text-align: center;,true] ♕ SAVAN AMARANDA DARAY i hide in the shadows, i long for the light; for i am a vampire, imprisoned by night. the moon is my sun, the night is my day, for blood is my life, and you are my prey The hand that was pressing against her neck to control what part of the expanse of her skin was under his eyes and lips moved, the fingers that had gently ran over the bruises moved, the pale white fingers shifted as his hand moved to down wards. The flat of his palm pressed against her chest, right above where he knew and could feel her heartbeat was resting. The arm around her waist tightened, slithering around her thin hips a little more as his palm pushed her lithe frame against his, pulling them into a light hug as he let out a low, throaty chuckle- the tone almost going lost in the wind if there had been any. He arched his back arched into her into what could only be assumed was a protective manner; but one shouldn't be fooled if they new Savan at all; he bent his head down as his hand slide back up against his fingers splayed out against her neck, tilting it upward as he separated his fingers, his pinkie finger resting just against her collarbone and his pointer finger trailed from the tip of her chin to the line of her sharp jaw. 'But I didn't leave my gift on the floor,' he purred. 'It's right here, in my arms- I couldn't ask for anything more...' he paused, as if searching the right words as his lips ghosted over her shoulder. '...fun' he whispered finally, his eyes flashing with amusement. After a brief pause as he held her fast in his grip, he paused his movements for a moment before a mocking laugh escaped his plush lips. 'Then again, I'm not a polite person,' he agreed lightly. 'I'm not a generous boy, not a charitable boy, and not a self-less boy- in fact- I'm a rather bad boy,' he hissed out in a hot breath, his lips befalling just against the shell of her ear before tilting down and pressing them lightly against the sensitive skin just before it. Though, she may have not been looking at him, he didn't need to see her face, sometimes, he didn't need eyes to see, he could feel it. Sometimes her emotions just waft from her skin, sometimes the drums of her heartbeat told him everything he wanted to know- or the shining and colors of her eyes- who never liked to tell lies, can give him better and more informative facts that she would never admit to telling him. Her mind says one thing, but her body wanted another. And he knew that this little elf just might be a little too young to understand the concept of listening to her head; had she done that in the first place, she would never had come back, she would remembered her promise to her silly little god. And, most importantly, had she listened to what instinct and her mind was telling her to do- he never would have seen her, never would have gained the pleasure and enjoyment from watching her as she wondered, at any turn of events or moment- he would strike. He lifted his head as she moved, shifting to accompany her actions while keeping them both comfortable. His head leaned slightly against her lips, the black ropes of his matted hair falling to the side slightly and slipping off his shoulders as he cocked an elegant brow, giving her a fairly dark look. 'Apparently Volth seems to have taken a liking to you while Tamat as her black eyes on me,' he muttered quickly under his breath, so low that he doubted the elf could even hear, since even with his senses, his voice was like the dying embers of a fire long since extinguished. A little louder for her to hear, he snorted and shook his head. 'Don't get too comfortable, elf, you'll find yourself in deep waters if you do.' It was a promise, he didn't enjoy his toys getting cozy and friendly, the only reason he enjoyed some fresh was due to the fact that their fear keeps him amused- if it was at all possible for him to have that emotion in the first place. After a pensive movement, he bent his head forward and nudged her shoulder. 'You need to leave,' was all he said to her. Yes, leave out of the forest, there was a village nearby that she could rest, there was a woman there he knew who owed him a favor. Granted, as long as the little elf not cause so much attention, she may be able to stay for a few days. A few promising and 'encouraging' words, some coins here and there was all he needed. For now, however, she was too weak to move, and they needed to head back deeper into the forest to get the cursed cloak. He turned around and picked her up in his arms before he started walking again. notes:: ._. words:: 800 something. tagged:: l i l u t h

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[liluth]

[atrb=cellSpacing,5,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 380px; -moz-border-radius-topleft: 75px; -moz-border-radius-topright: 75px; background: url(http://fc01.deviantart.net/fs26/f/2008/074/e/3/pattern_by_miseryloneliness.png), bTable][atrb=style, background: url(http://i333.photobucket.com/albums/m383/Dear_Minnie/bunny/11.png); -moz-border-radius-topleft: 75px; -moz-border-radius-topright: 75px; height:250; opacity: 0.8] here in my web of dreams my whispers turn to screams

[atrb=style, background: #FAFAFA;] Liluth smiled at the thought of him being a bad boy. The way he said it made it fit perfectly, but the way it rang in her head made it seem too small. Bad boy didn't begin to cover him. He was heartless, dangerous, strong, and deadly. Yet there was something off in his words. Not generous? Yet he left her with her life, which was more than she came with. That sent a shiver down her spine. He was leaving her alive, for what? There weren't a lot of reasons she could think of that would cause him to leave her alive. And none of them seemed like him, not her bad boy. Especially since he wasn't hers at all. Slowly, carefully, she dared bring her arms up to go around his neck, giving her a bit more stability where she stood pressed against him. “Volth and Tamat? A strange pair to blame this on. Though perhaps they did, since we decided to play games. I've heard that they both love them.” She closed her eyes, loving that deep, almost gone sound of his voice. If it hadn't been for her being so close to him, she knew she wouldn't have heard the comment, and that thrilled her. Even while something in her screamed in terror at the way his voice always seemed like a sweet poison, she couldn't get enough of it. She was coming to find his voice very much addicting. “Good thing this elf can swim.” She grinned, taking her dance with death one step further as she leaned up to lick his ear, the quickest of licks, the barest of touches. It terrified her to do, but she wanted to push him, to see how far she could before decided she had gone too far. She was being daring, being bad, and letting her heart race all the more as she tempted fate. She was surprised she was still smiling, as the adrenaline rushed through her veins. It would seem she was enjoying herself in her games with her death. “Leave? I told you, I have no where to go, not now. I left that all behind to come to my death. Never imagined my death would let me live.” It was her honesty again, speaking for her, telling him more truth than was wise. “So where should I leave to? I am yours, or so you sa-” She stopped in the middle of a sentence when he picked her up, surprised to find herself swept off her feet literally. She gasped in the shock, clinging to him tightly. Slowly, she relaxed. Letting him carry her where he would. It was strangely secure in his arms, like being carried by iron bars. She was thankful for her cloak and layers of clothing that made it almost like being carried on a litter. She leaned her head on his shoulder, closing her eyes as she let herself do what he had told her not to just a few moments ago- get comfortable. “For someone that wants me uncomfortable, you do seem to enjoys me in your arms. Do you carry all your gifts like this?” They were nonsense words, and she didn't expect an answer out of him. She only hoped her heart wouldn't give out from racing so fast in her chest. It seemed to speed up now that she was in his arms, and held close in a less intimate but more restricting way. She never let anyone get this close to her, never let anyone but her sister hold her. Boys she had avoided like the plague, until she met him, Savan, her death. A bad boy, it seemed, fascinated her so much more than any of the elves her mother had introduced her to. Gardeners, carpenters, fellow weavers, they were all so dull. Nothing like Savan, death incarnate, or so he seemed to her. And he was holding her as if she was something precious. How silly to think it, something precious to death. It was a laughable thought. But Liluth didn't feel like laughing right now. Even her curiosity seemed to have abated, or perhaps her brain was just sluggish, as she didn't even ask where it was he was taking her.

[atrb=style, background: #FAFAFA;] notes... <3 tag... sexy savan. i won't settle for less than that. words... 716 lyrics... rose red - emilie autumn credit... onigirishi of OTE, background credit goes to miseryloneliness of DA

[SAVAN AMARANDA DARAY]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; border-bottom: 6px solid #2b2b2b; background-color: #80596e; -moz-border-radius: 35 20 0 0px; border-radius: 35 20 0 0px; text-align: center;,true] ♕ SAVAN AMARANDA DARAY i hide in the shadows, i long for the light; for i am a vampire, imprisoned by night. the moon is my sun, the night is my day, for blood is my life, and you are my prey Savan arched a brow at her smile, but said nothing, uninterested in the reasons behind it. Instead, he eased her into a standing position as he straightened out his clothes, running his fingers protectively over his weapons as he made sure they were secure. Of course, things would always be easy if he could fly- but he couldn't, the only thing close was jumping, and he wanted to leave quick before she tired herself out and fell asleep. After all, he had taken quite an amount of blood from her, and she was only hour for a short while, he was lucky that she hadn't passed out on him just yet- and he didn't relish the thought that eventually he would have to carry her back while she was unconscious, he may be alright with dealing with her if she was conscious, but approaching the village with limp weight would have people wondering why he was carrying a dead carcass with him- the thought of rumors flying around that he just won't let go of something would be... horrific. His arms wrapped her her neck as she moved hers around his neck to stability. He looked around him for a moment, trying to block out her voice as he focused on what was happening around him- like her and her little forest, there were sounds that were normal in the black forest, though one would have to be on the edge constantly, be aware of what is near and what is far- but sometimes a human would find it hard to think when there's wasp flying around his ear- and for Savan, it was exactly the same thing. He snorted and turned to look at her as she licked his ear, sending his focusing askew as he turned and gave her a hard look. Before she could blink, he pushed her against the tree, about thirty feet from where they were standing. One hand was still on her hips as he pressed his body forward, the other hand was pressed against the smooth bark a few inches away from her head, his palm flat as he shifted his weight; one knee was pressed between her legs, trapping her as he tipped his head forward, his eyes lidded as he pressed his lips against a fresh spot on her skin, His teeth grazed the surface, itching to bite once more as he gritted out. 'No elf can swim through rough waters, they'll pull you under and wash your body out in the beach,' he threatened, the words taking on more meaning then what was heard. As before he licked her neck slowly, breathing over it as he did so- his lips formed a seal over her skin as he sucked against it lightly, preparing to bite just as he had done before- no doubt the elf could pick up on the repetitive movement and understand what he was about to do. The tip of his teeth ran over to her bruised skin, pressing in just before he- ...pulled away and picked her up. He ignored her words as he surged forward, heading deeper into the forest to find that damned cloak she had gone through the trouble to make, followed by the trouble he had gone through to get it. 'Only if the gifts are more valuable then a homeless farmer left out high and dry,' he replied thoughtlessly. Hey, it was a compliment- what more could one ask from him? 'Like I said, don't get comfortable or you're going to be walking,' he warned her, subtly telling her to drop the subject, because whether or not she was aware of it- he really would make her walk, of course, it mean that it would be more work for him because he would have to watch out for her while following behind. But he really would. After a moment in silence, the trees passing by fast enough to made a human's head spin, he stopped and took a sharp left, stopping at a familiar spot. His eyes scanned the ground restlessly, circling the trunk she was leaning against before she suddenly paused in mid-step, dropped her on her feet, bent over, and plucked the rather well hidden cloak from the ground before depositing it unceremoniously into her arms. He snorted. 'There's a village near here, seek shelter there for a few days- then go home,' he deadpanned. 'You don't belong in the land of darkness,' and with that he turned his back against her and keeled on one leg, indicating for her to get on. Once he was sure that she was secure before he took off, heading away from the forest. notes:: ._. words:: 785 tagged:: l i l u t h

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[liluth]

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[atrb=style, background: #FAFAFA;] Riding in Savan's arms was possibly the most exhilarating thing that Liluth had ever done. The movement was breathtaking and she couldn't even think. But that might have been because of what happened right before being whisked away. His power as he held her against the tree, the way she could still feel his tongue and lips and teeth against her neck. She hardly noticed the fact he picked her back up at all. So it was, she was following his advice, dropping the subject completely in favor of listening to the wind rushing by and wondering again why he didn't bite her. The explanations running through her head were only gorgeous in the most macabre way. Somehow, her brain couldn't seem to put him in the same picture as her dying without there being this terrifying beauty. It caused her heart to speed up, if she had been on her own two feet she would have been trembling, and for the first time this meeting, she felt that terrible fear and urge to run as fast as she could to get away. But it wouldn't be nearly fast enough, as was very clear to her here and now. She had hardly processed what had happened when they were stopped by her tree and he was looking for something. The cloak, she remembered just before he dropped her to her feet. She stumbled, falling against the tree with its oh so familiar bark, only reminding her more of that first meeting, her first terror. Why had she come back? She asked herself again. What was she doing here, with him, willingly? She didn't have an answer, she didn't have time to think of it as the cloak, nearly a month of her hard work, was dropped into her arms. She did her best to fold it neatly as he spoke, nodding a little, but more focused on taking care of her hard work than quite listening. “Go home. Just like that. You think it's easy, don't you?” She took another few moments, getting herself ready before she climbed onto his back, holding tightly to his shoulders. She was again in such an intimate situation with him, and again it was daring death to do so. Only this time it was her breath against his neck as she held onto him, and the death would be letting go and being left behind, if the fall didn't kill her. She closed her eyes, hiding her face in his neck, taking in his scent and wondering if it was making her more relaxed or more on edge to betaking in him. Her heart didn't stop racing, but her fear was slowly fading. His smell, she decided, was like his voice, silky smooth and oh so dangerous. She couldn't put her finger on what it was he smelled like, there was no defining scent, no familiarity. Death, she decided, was what he smelled like, if ever she needed to describe it. Even if it was simply because he was her death, and he smelled, well, like him. It was only then she realized he was taking her to the town he mentioned. He had to be, didn't he? Since he told her to go there, but before she could think to ask the direction, they had become like this. He was taking her somewhere, to rest and hide out while she healed, so she could go home. It didn't make any sense to her. Why would he let her leave again? If she was his gift, his prize, if she was something in any way special, why was he letting her go a second time?

[atrb=style, background: #FAFAFA;] notes... <3 tag... sexy savan. i won't settle for less than that. words... not as many as i'd hoped lyrics... rose red - emilie autumn credit... onigirishi of OTE, background credit goes to miseryloneliness of DA