The so called Blue Team was now at a stand still point and the night was now showered with light with clear skies and bright stars. Vivian had been teasing the majority of her team with her lewd comments, mostly towards Alric who had been avoiding her like the plague since the beginning. She found it quite fun to mess around with his head and her playful nature in a serious event like this seemed to unsettle even some of the others. With her hands sitting behind her back, the woman moved from camp spot to camp spot idly chatting with those who would spare her a few words of thoughts and interest. Her light colored eyes shifted from person to person as she laughed and teased them, her hand becoming an unwelcomed guest in the sleeve of their arm as she did her own thing. She would pout and say they were no fun, no mischief in this light of all these dullards. Sighing to herself, the female sat up and gave a gentle wave to the boys to eat their meals and rest. But she was excited about moving on, the night time air felt cool against her face, her bi-colored hair moving off her slender shoulder as both eyes were now exposed from the veil of purple hair. A small smile touched her face as those red lips parted into a smirk, "Oh Lucia's tent...that's right. The girl with the odd gift." She wondered if the woman had company within that tent of hers. A good looking female always seemed to be carried by the men in a group, but for this particularly party everyone was accounted for which meant she must be alone. Vivian's wild mind raced with thoughts. Getting a taste of that might prove to be an adventurous plot. But she was also leagues more powerful, that unique skill to summon, she wondered what exactly that power was. She did not exactly advertise herself for it. Vivian moved with the fluidity of water, her hips and body moved with grace as she came upon the tent. Her eyes squinted to see through the fabric of the tent, but she could not see a thing. Clearing her throat and running her nails along the tarp, "Excuse me, Miss Lucia?" came the honeyed voice of the busty vixen, "Are you awake? Or do you just prefer to sleep with the light? If you are feeling scared of the darkness...unlikely...I could spend some time with you..." She would wait for invitation and disturb the woman. If she was powerful, Vivian could find herself flat on her ass in a matter of moments. @Lucia Mierz
Lucia had spent the night as she did a lot of their planning session, her head resting gingerly against the thighs of her Knight commander. The Tal'darim knights were headed by the Elven Lieutenant she raised, naturally, Lucia tried to find those with talent and unassuming backstories to be her generals. The game naturally wouldn't make characters that were useless. This was how she managed to profit, to find capable leaders to support her, capable summons to call and care for her. Even if they weren't real people, she could bask in their attention and worship as their progenitor, it was a fulfilling thought even if her ambition was far from over. After all, she still had to elevate her favorites to the same status as players, if she could achieve that, wouldn't it be beautiful? Her head rested in the cool lap of the Elven woman, the lights still flickering away, from time to time she'd thumb through a page of her grimoire, brow furrowed, interface raised with the opposite hand to take notes and make edits. The Sacred Blight was a complicated spell after all, ensuring it maintained a balance was difficult when her own power was so grossly tilted towards Necromancy. There was little she could do for that though, in truth she even considered saving her efforts for her undead for another day and working up towards the mental magic-- Decisions... Just as Lucia was beginning to furrow her brows in complaint at the thoughts, the voice made her perk up a tad. Lifting her gaze briefly, she slowly sat up, long silky black hair falling down around her shoulders, some places a little unkept because of Sylvanas's hand, while others were luxuriously wavy as usual. "Sylvanas." "I'll take care of it Miss, don't worry." Hidden: Sylvanas Standing from her position as Lucia's back rest, the cold corpse of an elf began to raise. Strong from a lifetime of training and combat, but with a slender feminine figure, the ash skinned Death Knight approached the tent's flap first with a sharp and inhospitable gaze. For Lucia that red gaze was warm and careful, but now became icy, a frigidity that could make a person's hairs stand on end and goosebumps raise. Even if her figure was alluring, that frosty atmosphere about her could easily damage any efforts at creating a 'mood'. Her crimson gaze listed briefly, examining the surroundings before finally falling on Vivian. With a glance, the woman's mouth curled into a hostile sneer, her nostrils flaring in disapproval. This one was similar to her miss... but different, as if she could 'smell' the difference, the elven undead clearly found it off putting and unsettling. "Another baby bird that smells like the Rule of Red. You're here to visit the Lady?" Sylvanas questioned flippantly as if distinguishing the smell. It was a familiar one at least, like Briar, like Merkaba, even if Sylvanas hadn't met them all face to face, Lucia's familiarity with Merkaba bled through, and Briar was enough for Sylvanas to understand the smell. "Keep the sharp and pointy things outside." Sylvanas curtly spoke before using a gentle hand to hold open the tent's flap with indifference. The over protective and zealous knight had little trust for outsiders, but even so, thinking that Lucia was weak enough to need her protection was also insulting to a point. Sylvanas didn't try to inquire too much into the nature of the visit provided there was nothing threatening being added into the mix. Deeper within the tent though, Lucia folded her Grimoire closed, idly wrapping it once more in bandage as it usually was before latching it onto her waist and belt. It was it's usual idle position, when she wasn't using it for combat it hung by her side as if holstered. With Sylvanas welcoming the girl in, Lucia exhaled a relaxed sigh, sliding her hands through her hair and pulling her jacket on over her bare shoulders to protect from the night air that was seeping in from the open door. "Something keeping you awake at night?" Lucia would ask before sliding down to sit on the bloated bag Sylvanas had been using to lend her lap. The bag functioned like a bean bag chair, sinking in for a deep reclining sit. Lucia had a welcoming, almost bewitching smile as she beckoned for Vivian to come in so the warm air wouldn't seep out. That gentle and welcoming atmosphere about Lucia didn't fade easy, instead it made even the harsher conditions of a tent on the road seem like 'home'.
Vivian had stood there with a small smile on her face when the tarp of the tent was coming undone, the flap opening to reveal a tall and pale elf woman. Vivian's smile faded quickly and she took a step back feeling the icy chill of her stare as if suffocating the female malefimancer. There was a scent in the air, cold and ripe from this elf woman. Vivian's eye looked at the tall warrior, scantily clad in battle armor, didn't seem very practical. Lady Cruz eyed the woman with a small glint in her eye, her red lips curving into a smile as the Elf Warrior spoke. "Yes, I am here to see your Lady." Vivian's voice was silken in the night, low yet sweet. She kept her eye trained on this undead warrior. If Lucia was able to command the legion of the damned, then she was a person of high interest indeed. When the comment of her sword was made, Vivian bowed her head. Her small fingers moved for the latch of her belt where her weapon swung from her hip. The silver chains and the metal sheath sat down on the ground next to the tent as she looked back at the Damned, "Anything else you would like me to take off?" Vivian's words were sickly, and she held herself up to a high standard than having to deal with underlings and summoned specters. She was a human afterall, not someone who bows down and scrapes for the pleasure of summoned horrors. With a flick of her wrist, her long purple hair unfurled off her shoulder. Her eyes blinked when there was that look that dared her to make a hostile action. But it was only her words that were like a viper there was no action necessary to make on this Ghoul. The warmth of the tent had brought a tingle to her back as she felt the cold snap right before she entered. The tent felt cozy and warm as she stood in place to look over the many objects stationed around. She had heard shuffling in the back, no doubt it was Lucia either dressing for her appearance or hiding away some secret thing. She was all in all a mysterious woman after all. Who knows what sort of secrets she had in that mind? The question and the words were gentle, despite the over imposing Ghoul who welcomed her inside, Lucia had been far more gentle. "Actually, yes. You have been on my mind quite a bit. Hard to sleep when on a night like this brings about the playful side of myself." Vivian stepped inside so the coldness of the air would be kept in its origin outside. She folded her arms over her chest and her head titled to the Ghoul, "You keep some interesting company. I half expected you to be alone." There was a look in Vivian's eye when she stared at the Undead Elf, "Summons are so interesting. I have not seen too many but this one almost seems like an entirely different entity altogether." Vivian took a step further inside and rested her knees on the ground and sat down. "I merely had some questions of interest that perhaps you would not mind answering. Of course you are in no obligation to answer. I am but a lowly little bird," the red lips showed a faint smile as she looked to the Undead Warrior. Then her eyes snapped back to attention to Lucia who sat like a Queen on her chair. "What manner of skill is it that you possess to summon such...incredible specimens? I have not delved too deeply into mechanics, but I can see it as some kind of Malefimancy but it is also not." Vivian's eyes moved from around the room before they were brought back to Lucia's. Vivian got herself comfortable and sat on the flooring of the tent, she was after all but a Guest and she was welcomed. No need to treat with any hostilities. "Had you been so lonely, you could have asked for real company. Unless you enjoy the cold touch of the undead? I hear warm bodies are much better to comfort with." Although it was a normal question, she assumed as such the ghoul in which guarded Lady Lucia was that of the undead and some sort of dark magic as Necromancy was in play. But this woman was inviting, not at all the sort of thing you would expect from a Necromancer. @Lucia Mierz
Sylvanas didn't give much of a reply, when the blade was gone, that was all that needed to be taken care of. The elven woman didn't spare much more attention on a stranger, particularly a living one at this point. When Vivian stepped into the tent, Sylvanas followed her in letting the flap close, sealing it once more with a button or two before standing idly by the door in wait like a diligent sentry. Though when told she had the capability to keep someone up at night though, Lucia could only chuckle melodiously, a charming giggle as she shook her head in reply. A sweet and gentle gesture of her hand as she tried to explain why she wasn't alone. "It's dangerous to be alone in this type of place isn't it? At the end of the day someone as delicate as me would be at risk in a place as dark and treacherous as this." She spoke, relaxed, mellow despite her coy teasing about how frail she was. Anyone with crafting skill could take a glance at her and know her Qipao and all of her equipment was Fine Quality at the very least, that ominous bandaged book at her side was of an even higher quality at the Exquisite level as well. Perhaps most horrifying though, if Vivian had the attentive nature to notice, wouldn't be Lucia's armor or even her weapon though. Instead, the ring she wore on her finger had an ominous and bloody gleam to it, the Wonderous level Blood Pact from her first raid had reached the level just a step lower then the illustrious artifact level equipment. "Plus, it took a lot to make Sylvanas like this. She's always taken very good care of me, it would be unbecoming for me to return dedication with indifference right?" Lucia asked with a musing hum as if wondering how Vivian would have done things had their positions been swapped. Noticing Sylvanas's brow knitting from the persistent provocations though, Lucia lifted a hand to calm the undead elf with a gentle gesture. When Sylvanas withdrew her irritated gaze, Lucia began to speak with a relaxed exterior once more. "It looks like there aren't many people who do their homework on the basic masteries these days~ I don't mind going into details though I suppose..." Lucia mused, leaning forward, getting a little more comfortable as if setting up for a long story. "I can't claim to know how you use Malefimancy, but I see a lot of silly people running around using it as poison, using it to make inky bolts or spears and shooting them out. Even clouds for blinding and the like I've seen people use it in all of these ways. But-- You know, it was different for me." Lucia introduced, with a gentle gesture, the familiar Malefic magic appearing in the form of a black wispy fog that coalesced in her hand as she continued. "I always used Malefimancy to steal life, steal Energy, steal the food from people's bodies, their moisture, even their well rested spirit." Lucia offered her own method of using Malefimancy back when she first started. Lucia had earned her place among her peers as something undying in a raid, purely because she would drain her foes and grow stronger as they grew weaker. 'Drain' had been her signature from the start. "But-- Other people never caught on or used it that way. It proves that there's more hidden inside of these masteries then we know. In otherwords; the 'Mechanics' of this game are only something that can be achieved through trial and error-- 'Can I do this? Can I do that? How?' That was my first step." She spoke with a mellow and patient tone, playing with that fog idly with her fingertips she continued with a soft chuckle. "I don't mind telling you though, honestly the chances of anyone being able to follow in my footsteps is zero... With the help of a Goddess's gift, my Malefimancy grew into Necromancy, from there I began the large and arduous journey to learn exactly what my magic and skills are capable of; when combined, when separated, really it's a lot of work and note taking more then anything else." Lucia explained, her smile delighted, practically beaming with a warm radiance. It wasn't so much pride, but a contentment with how things turned out. Even if she hadn't perfected her skill, she was on the right path, a path that was unique and one with people who needed her for it. Even if she wasn't the most powerful veteran, or the most fearsome, she didn't doubt the fact that she was among the happiest these days. Though the prospect of warm bodies made Lucia chuckle, with a flick of her wrist a few times the dark magics dispersed and faded away. She brought the hand to her smooth unblemished face, leaning against her palm as she spoke with a sly smile. "You mean to say I can't enjoy both? So mean and prejudice~ They both have their advantages don't they? Warmth is nice on a cool day, good to let loose and have fun-- But cool is nice in the heat, after a hard time, when things need to be quiet and peaceful. Poor girl~ You'll miss out on a lot being close minded~" Lucia tried to tease with a coy expression, despite saying so much she did very little to reveal any real truth from her words. The playful teasing could simply be in jest or truthful observations. "Why, is that an invitation?~"
A small noise escaped Vivian's lips. It had barely been audible but there was a sort of trigger from the woman's words that made her feel so inferior. However, she had listened and learned much in the few short moments she had sat there. But altogether, Vivian was careless. Extremely careless of not just this but everything since the start of her journey towards Lucia's camp. The way she spoke, the way she seemingly dangled Vivian's attention...it was of a careless nature. A smirk appeared as she absorbed the information from her question and allowed it to simmer. Vivian gave a simple shrug, "It is true. I do not know the limitations of my own skills. What you have explained, that is something to contemplate later on." There was so much to digest from the explanation. Vivian was usually very bubbly, she had some resemblance of intelligence, but she could easily be outfoxed. She leaned back, allowing her hands to slip down and behind her as she straightened out her legs and stretched. Her eyes lowered and looked the tent over. It was difficult to look at Lucia for the moment, the story she told, it made her think of what goals she had in this world. Little to say on the matter, especially that of the undead. It was true, she didn't quite understand the nature of Necromancy, there was far more power in it then she could have imagined. Soft light colored eyes finally found their place of the Necromancer once more, her lips parted to speak only to be hushed by the last comment of her Host. A small smile, "An invitation?" Vivian's feet and arms moved with a fluid motion as she sat on her knees. Eyes now dripping with a sultry expression as she now seemingly crawled towards the woman and her chair. "I think your pet might get a little jealous." Both hands hand boldly moved towards either side of Lucia's leg and her face was just below the bust line of the female. This was where Vivian's eyes looked up, soft shimmering cool gems into those necromantic pools. That smirk of hers, "Perhaps, I just came here for some information is all? You are a good looking female, I'll grant you that. Do you prefer the company of females? One such as yourself could probably have any pick of the males here tonight. But that honestly wouldn't be fun, would it?" Her hand shifted to access her menu. The armor around her body that was so pristine started to shimmer away piece by piece revealing the soft supple flesh of her skin clothed only by a pair of black lace panties and a matching bra. "I ask a favor of you, if you would indulge me." Her soft hand moved towards Lucia's thigh and raked her nails softly against the fabric on her leg, "Cast away your pet so that we may be alone for this. But I wish for you to consume part of my essence," Vivian sat up straight on her knees as her hands moved off Lucia. Her fingers moved towards her left breast as she made a simple long cross cut on her flesh to expose herself with an open wound, but at the same time, this had done something else for Vivian. If she could feel that power from Lucia, the Necromancer, mixed with her own cursed existence, perhaps something interesting could come from this experiment.
Lucia nodded back when Vivian seemed to understand that 'limitations' were hard to understand. Even she herself hadn't quite experienced the limitations of her own powers after all, and she'd crossed the boundaries of a Master already. Creating Sacred Blight could even be considered a starting position rather then a destination in some respects. It was just too hard to explore everything terrasphere had. "That's right. All we can do is explore the possibilities. But, I will caution you; don't try to reach too far. If you overly generalize, you'll lose sight of what makes you 'unique'." Lucia explained with a gentle expression. Though that was something important to her, it might not be for others, but uniqueness in Lucia's eyes had it's own rewards. Though when she talked about Jealousy, Sylvanas by the door only flashed a cold sneer, an audible snort of faint mocking or amusement could be heard. Lucia who understood the reason could only chuckle sweetly shaking her head. No matter what Sylvanas at the end of the day wasn't much different from her closest adviser and protector. Sending her away, particularly in a stranger's company was a silly idea, plus, if nothing else, even if Sylvanas wasn't around there were always eyes lucking around Lucia. "Silly thing, jealousy is a feeling for those who feel inferior... Just like conceit is for those who are overconfident." Lucia explained flashing a coy grin still. Her undead weren't the type to feel those negative emotions, purely because they had nothing to be 'jealous' of. They exist because of Lucia, there was a little part of her that lurked somewhere within each of them, the remains of the strings that were once used before Lucia had learned how to make them a bit more autonomous. When the talk of men or women came up though, Lucia exhaled a breath of a sigh, leaning her head to one hand when Vivian changed clothes. There wasn't even the faintest of ripples in Lucia's expression, her gentle smile remained, and her kind eyes didn't glance away shyly or drop for a feast either. "I like things that are soft... Things that can be held or rested on. Men... Aren't really helpful for any of the things I want, you know?" Lucia flashed a brilliant smile in answer, but the topic of essence consuming only made Lucia's smile curl, for a moment there was a flicker of confusion before she seemed to understand. "Are you trying to jump start your potential? Hehe, coming to talk to someone like me about 'essence', I think you're making requests from the wrong person if your goal is to profit~" She spoke, a finger playing at her own lips as she leaned down towards Vivian little by little until the girl would be able to feel her soft pleasant breaths against her cheeks. Lucia's brilliant smile as dazzling as always as she watched the girl's eyes closely. Her tone playful, even a little bit cheeky as she teased. "Purity of Essence, Purity of Form, there is someone else in here who's able to contribute a bit more to that then I am." She teased, her gaze briefly darting towards Sylvanas. After all, while Lucia was a Necromancer, the Death Knight was literally manifested from her magic. Every flake of skin, cell of muscle, drop of fluid, chip of bone in her body had been permeated by Lucia's power meticulously. Over the course of a hours, days, Sylvanas had been her first, starting as a zombie, evolving into a ghoul, grave guard until arriving at her current step. Though as if anticipating Vivian's adverse reaction to her playful teasing though, Lucia gestured to the corpse with a gentle hand, sending Sylvanas off with a small grin. "Of course, I can 'fix' you too. But, what exactly are you looking for... mm?" Lucia mused, moistening her lips under Vivian's gaze as she asked, wondering what the girl was really looking for. Lucia's suspicions naturally coming from her reality more so then any quick witted detective work.
Vivian tilted her head as Lucia came forth. The warm scented breath of hers caressed her cheek softly, her flesh rippled with excitement as it got all sorts of goosebumps. However, she knew the Necromancer was not one to be trifled with, a curse on this woman would be noticed immediately and if she had sank her teeth into the cut breast as she had wanted, well then...Lucia would have had some time dealing with those consequences. Soft eyes narrowed not in a glare but a fixed point at the woman as she remained still and calm. Vivian lifted her hand to meet the long raven black hair of the second seductress as she shifted the strands in her fingers and inhaling deeply of her fragrant scent. Her cool eyes closed as she smiled thickly, letting the soft hair move from her hand. "I was hoping to curse you, but you are too smart for that. A sample of your Necromancer power within me to get a sense of what it is like. You talked about how Malefimancy was like a type of life draining power, and Necromancy is a sort of life giving power. Two forms of colliding forces." Vivian said sitting on her knees, both hands on her lap as she spoke to the woman in front of her. Purple hair was flicked off her fine shoulder with the back of her hand as it coiled down her back once more. One eye exposed as she looked deeply into the eyes of the Necromancer herself. "The Undead, they have their uses for you. I understand this. With all those who lie under the ground, you can summon so many ghouls to your side and create an army of the damned. Perhaps I am looking for something more..." Vivian used her hand to gesture as she talked, "...not bound to the earth. Something more southern perhaps?" Her eyebrow lifted at the question. She was connecting dots with Demonology, it was something she had heard of but have yet to know anything about. Rumors of certain things, the talks of people. Of course if there is a Great and Power Holy Above, certainly there is something dark and menacing deep below as well. Forming some kind of blood bond with a Demon, now...that could be power she was willing to drink from. Inhaling deeply, lilac hair sprung and bounced as Vivian laughed and shook her head, "You are a beautiful woman, Lucia. And you are someone I wish to aspire to someday. You have power, and beauty. I will have a field day plucking the flower of each of those petals." Where Vivian had struck her chest with her nail, only but a small droplet of blood had formed. With the soft padded thumb of her finger, she smeared it across her flesh and stuck it in her mouth to clean off her finger. "I was hoping after all this business we could have some fun tonight. You said you enjoyed soft things," a finger moved towards Lucia's thigh and she made small circles upon her leg with the most heavenly of touches. "I won't beat around the bush. I'd love to get my lips and hands all over you. But you are someone I am growing to respect, admire and also...Well," Vivian shrugged lightly, her eyes focusing on her dainty finger that seemed to continue to circle Lucia's thigh then her eyes got soft as she looked up at her. She bit down on her lip as she sat up moved her body close cheek to cheek and whispered softly to her ear, "A bit of a crush..."
Lucia couldn't help a mellow giggle when Vivian seemed to follow that Lucia was suspicious of her. It was largely because of her own skillset as well as her suspicions, a coy smile on her face as she shook her head, her tone musing as she spoke. "Didn't I say? You don't really seem to know the limitations. Everyone always uses it for only three things; Cursing, Poison or Inky skill shots." Lucia explained with a patient heart. Her Necromancy and Illumancy were both tuned to life and death even, it was only natural that she'd grow sensitive to both things and the things adverse to both of them. The darkness in a body that was supposed to contain life wasn't hard to pick up, like a splotch of black staining white, Lucia could see flickers from time to time illuminating her world in that way. "But Necromancy doesn't give life on it's own, it imitates life and perpetuates the cycle of life and death. No, the reason Sylvanas and the others are so unique is because there isn't just Necromancy in there." She added with a coy expression, as if she felt she were being underestimated still despite all of the credit the girl was giving her as someone skilled, Lucia felt that this girl wasn't looking very far past the surface. "What you're looking for though, the 'evil' i can't say is a very wise idea. I would much rather be the head of a carp leading it over the Dragon's gate then the butt of a dragon; There are a myriad of other dark powers out there, but few that would welcome you as anything more then a slave. Sure, you might feel prestigious and be feared, but those powers won't respect you, won't appreciate or value you. They're the type that disdain us, that find amusement in turning us against each other as if they're playing with toys." Lucia explained with a gentle gesture. She'd seen Merkaba go down the road, found a new person Briar also heading towards that sort of theme. Though after a moment of thought, Lucia seemed to think Vivian wouldn't heed or care for her advice. Thus far those she's tried to deter have all flippantly discarded or disregarded her opinion. Thinking up to that point, Lucia only chuckled a little, thinking about what Vivian seemed to think about an army of the damned. "You give me too much credit in that though." She spoke taking a modest position as she continued. "I chose this path rather then your's because I know that alternative well. The 'Rule of Red' as it were is something I'm very familiar with-- Someone who is happy, someone who doesn't like work or struggle or pain wouldn't survive on that road. To enjoy your own despair, drown in your own hate." Lucia could only bitterly shake her head, a wealth of experience in her gaze. She hadn't played that route, no, but her reality, the thing she was trying to escape was filled with the thing needed to thrive in that society and with that power. It was for that reason Lucia would turn it away at every eventuality, and tried to caution people against it. She knew madness, it flowed through her veins in reality, it was something she wouldn't wish on others-- something she desperately fled. Though the talk about picking petals made Lucia chuckle sweetly. Shaking her head, her smile widened as she lifted a long slender leg towards Vivian's torso, the warmth of her bare foot pressing against her. The unblemished color of pale skin flickered in the gentle light as she tried to push the girl back and towards the floor softly as she spoke. "Don't be silly, it's not so easy as that dear, don't you know? Some flowers have very dangerous thorns~ Others might even be poison~" She teased with a mellow smile. "A crush though is so cute, it wouldn't be right if I didn't at least give something to an adoring fan mm?" She teased leaning down to join Vivian on the floor.
The tender force on her chest caused Vivian to fall back casually. The lithe foot upon her was not something she had expected. But those unforeseen words that kissed the air around them gave her a sudden cold chill down her spine. Though she could not help but smile as the woman followed her down towards the floor. The mauve hair scattered about over her back as she sank in reverse. Her icy blue eyes shifted as one arm was brought up, fingers sprawled out to tease the long black tresses of hair once again as the heat between the two mixed. The student ran her fingers through those long raven strands, her mind deep in thought as she watched on with a smirk that never faded, "I am not afraid to be pricked by a thorn, I've had that feeling more times than I can count I can safely say I am calloused from it. The poison as you say can be remedied with the right tools. All that is left is the dare and to watch what is laid out before us." Vivian spoke softly; her words were snippets of her own life in an entangled mess. She pushed herself towards Lucia, a hand falling to her shoulder moving it down the length of her coat and slowly pushing it off her velveteen skin. Vivian bit down on her rosy lips, as her eyes were glowing with satisfaction as she seemingly undid the drapery from her body. That long black hair cascading off her physique, her fragrant sense coming undone and aromatizing the tent. She breathed comprehensively, her chest rising and falling as she drank in the hotness of the Necromancer. She moved once more, indulgent hands on pale flesh as she trailed her fingers up and down the length of her arm. "I just...want to touch..." Vivian breathed lightly into the air, her digits moving across her hand up to her cheek. She swept the hair away romantically as if to tickle the young woman. Her mouth open, but her teeth sinking into her bottom lip again. Her hand moved and grazed along her cheek and then gliding across her moist lower lip to brush it gently against the pad of her thumb. Vivian's small laugh echoed out into the tent. She moved her fingers across her own mouth to sample the small, sweet taste of the other female, "I feel even hotter now after that brief exchange. But please..." Vivian took Lucia's hand and guided it over her soft thigh. She could feel her fingers pressing over the flesh as Vivian's back arched in a way, her eyes slowly rolling back as she imagined a different scene in her thoughts. But this was perfect, innocent, and light-hearted. She swallowed lightly as her face turned back towards Lucia, guiding that same hand over and on top of her chest to float over it. The touch caused her to tremble, instinctively her knees buckled together almost squeezing Lucia's thigh as she had done so. For a brief moment she could feel the trickling cold of the night sweep over her body and hardening her softer spots. Vivian's excitement by a mere touch had driven her mind racing with wild thoughts. She had anticipated something more while she fell back into the ground, back arched lightly as she exhaled into a soft moan. With her eyes closed to darkness, she slowly unveiled the blue irises and smiled up at Lucia, "I did not mean for that to happen..."
Lucia chuckled getting comfortable against the other woman with a mellow smile. While she joked about being delicate, despite her sturdiness, it felt true, from the softness of her skin to the frail feeling of her gentle frame. As if she might break if held too tightly, she gave off the impression of being a priceless treasure, even her dress did little to conceal the warmth of her body as she relaxed. Conforming to Vivian's shape and profile, slowly but surely, as if blanketing or melting over the other girl, the soft skin of her legs met the girl's thighs, her slim waist pressed down against Vivian's stomach firmly, her soft and modest chest added weight to Vivian's. With a coy grin, she only slowly cocked her head to one side, her voice growing sweeter on the ears, the kind that would make one's spin curl or hairs stand on end. It couldn't be called 'sultry' instead, it was a refreshing, coquettish with a smooth mischief as if buttering the brain. "Now now... Nobody's making threats here. After all, who ever said being pricked was so bad?~ Hehe... Intoxication isn't so tragic an end either, is it?" Lucia asked bringing a gentle hand to Vivian's chin, slender fingers sliding up from the woman's neck towards the tip of her chin briefly. The touch was gentle, not enough to move a feather even, but Lucia didn't doubt it would be enough strength to tilt the woman's head up to meet her's as she closed in a bit closer. Lucia's tongue rounded her lips under Vivian's gaze the moist nature capturing the light as she leaned down. Her own enchanting gaze flickered briefly, blinking down at the woman as she continued in that same alluring tone. "I wonder if it's hard on you... Waiting, hoping, imagining... Mm, I wonder, just what is it you're thinking of right now hm?~" She asked as her hands were brought to Vivian's thighs by the girl herself. The soft feeling of smooth fingers, the creases of her palms brushing against that soft skin. After a while, Vivian might even feel a trace of nail, gently and subtly raking her skin ever so slightly for a faintly rougher feeling. When Vivian's thumb brushed across her lips, Lucia's eyes would close to a half lid, that moist tongue slipping out just enough to brush along the end of her thumb faintly. "Don't get too lost in your imagination though... I might start to get a little... 'jealous'~" She murmured just as Vivian's eyes would begin to roll, her hands at her chest slipping down under her arms to hug her tenderly. Her head tilting just enough to plant a soft kiss on her. The gentlest of kisses, a faint moist contact at first that slowly deepened further. The moist sounds of lips meeting could be heard as it grew more intense. Lucia's eyes closing, her lips curling at the end as she tried to softly bite Vivian's bottom lip for her. She gave it the softest of tugs, slurping at it just as her nails began sinking into her back, slowly raking down her spine as they kissed. Only letting the kiss break when her hands had racked down to the woman's waist and sides, Lucia tilted her head back just enough to get a good look at Vivian. Her tongue once more rounding her lips slowly, as if afraid of missing anything as a sly smile came to her face. "Careful dear... I wouldn't want you getting lost..." She teased blowing the woman a kiss with an impish grin.
