Lucia let out a hum of thought, she'd set up and arranged a little get together for @Vivian Cruz after her little confession during the event. It was a nice change of pace to do something that didn't involve her research, a simple date, something that she hadn't gotten to experience in a long while at least. It was something warm, something 'special' to her. The set up was somewhat picturesque even in her own mind. As someone who didn't really spend a lot of time in town, among the NPCs or civilians of the game, Lucia understood the wildlife and terrain very well, she often moved from place to place like a nomad, her own duchy wasn't yet really habitable or manageable since she needed civilians before anything could advance. Instead she still stuck to her old ways of living out among the wilderness like a hermit until she needed something or was needed for something. Her current camp was simple, if Vivian still remembered her tent, she'd find Lucia's tent was once more set up, not far from a river to work as a water source, but the furniture was arranged outside at this point, a bit unique and different from before. It was largely because there wasn't going to be any heavy rain any time soon, the things set up outside could all be easily carried back in with enough man power after all. It was simply a pair of chairs, and a nice white table, something that remained pristine despite the soil and grasses around them, the chairs and ivory white table were unblemished as if well cleaned only recently. On the table, a nice cloth had been spread giving it a warmer feel then the colder material it was crafted from. The Cloth was soft and welcoming, much like Lucia's atmosphere, with a pair of plates empty and waiting on opposite sides. Clearly a nice date atmosphere had been developed with a great deal of effort. "Matriarch, are you sure you're not rushing a bit quickly with this woman?" "Not at all, in truth I feel 'speed' is merely relative to your own interpretation of closeness don't you think? If I like someone, why not try to do something nice for them? This too soon business is far too traditional Mortimer." "Mm, I see, perhaps the times have changed." Setting down a pair of nice candles, Lucia nodded after arranging everything with a sweet hum. As most things she did the set up had a certain elegance and grace to it, while it might not be 5 star at a fancy hotel, it was by no means rural or rustic like the terrain might make one think. Mortimer, her trusted supporter was in his usual gentleman's outfit, a nice vest, a button down shirt, a long coat with swallow tails hanging low. While the Phantom didn't have any legs for slacks and dress shoes, he did give one the impression that if he did, he would no doubt have them on. Below his his suave gentleman's hat though, there was a tight cowl and silver mask on his face that showed no skin or eyes making it abundantly clear there was likely no flesh within the suit. Mortimer lit the candles with a snap, wraith's fire igniting them with a flash of pale green before the flames returned to their normal orange hue. It was only when the place was set properly that Lucia sat down, crossing one leg over the other contently. "She should be arriving soon, Mortimer, give me something nice to lighten the mood." "Something mellow then, Matriarch's tastes don't change." With a flick of his wrist Mortimer produced a string instrument, a violin it seemed but the shape was strange, unique in it's own way but it did have it's own bow much like a violin or cello. With a few warm up notes, Mortimer's song that came out was relaxing, tranquil on the ears. The sound however wasn't something a violin could produce in reality, it had a very artificial feel to it, as if it were an electrical sound rather then the resonance of real strings. It was a part of the 'undead culture' Lucia had desired to create. Seeing them prosper and developing their own instruments, foods and lifestyles was a joy, particularly now when she could see her decisions and their efforts baring fruits. All that was left was to wait for Vivian to show up to the little candle lit dinner, with a crystalline glass in hand, Lucia brought a gentle blue liquid to her lips, giving it a soft sniff and swish before tasting it as she waited.
Full lips pursed as the pale red lipstick was spread evenly across her lips. The woman squeezed them together as she looked into a mirror and then gave her long Byzantium purple hair a nice shake to ruffle it up to add a bit of wild-side to it. She gave a savory smile and bit down on her bottom lip; one could say she was somewhat nervous about this get together. She had not known Lucia too long, their sexual encounter in her tent made Vivian yearn for her supple flesh almost on a nightly basis. She had to bite down on her tongue or from engaging the woman too much in fear of being a little stalker-ish. But it seemed some feelings had developed within the small timespan, unsure if this was something to be rushed or taken time like a flavored and aged wine. None of that really mattered though, such a wonderful woman like Lucia who had invited her for dinner, how could she refuse? Happiness in her smile, Vivian showed off her figure as she looked down. Pristine silver armor adorned with golden trim and a sturdy chain belt that kept her weapon in place. Of course she would have no need for it, this was not that kind of date. Vivian chuckled lightly; her voice was a spicy mused laughter as she swayed her hips and started to move out of the city. The walk was airy. She was fleet of step, but she did not hurry. She wanted to savor this walk but also at the same time figure out what exactly she was doing as well. Sure, she messed around with the woman. The night was so hot and it lead one thing to another, but what of her heart? For the longest time ever, not even a male could make her otherwise beat less organ pump. However, Lucia, with that long raven hair. Her smooth and silky pale flesh, those intense lavender eyes. There was an equation here that Vivian was missing pieces of. She was nervous, she didn’t have these feelings often. And when they did, it was only infatuation. Perhaps that’s all this was, a crush with the girl. The woman began to gnaw on her lip once more as she started to see the all familiar tent or at least the top of it as she was going up the hill. Her breath began to quicken lightly, and her heart was jumping and skipping to an odd beat. Her azure eyes flashed brilliantly as her senses began to tingle. Her ears could hear a strange sort of atmospheric music as she continued her path. It felt like something right out of Lovecraft Book that was certainly something special in her mind. Vivian walked gracefully, a simple sway of her hips as she moved until more and more of the sound and scene unfurled from her bedazzled eyes. Her smile widened as she trekked through the grass. One of her undead servants was playing a beautiful instrument and now she could see where the music was coming from. Vivian raised her hand and waved using her fingers. Lucia who had been sitting at a cloth table, elegantly posed with one leg over the other. The flames from the candles were dabbed in orange fire as they swayed much like Vivian’s hips. The older female moved towards Lucia as she sipped a blue liquid from a glass. “Hello there.” Her voice soft, yet enchanting like honey potion for the ear. Vivian’s heart began to steady in pace of the beats, she cleared her thoughts and gave a small kiss on Lucia’s cheek before sitting down at the table with one leg over the other, much like her companion. “Your…companion friend there has beautiful taste in music. It reminds me something out of an HP Lovecraft story. Not sure if you ever read any of his titles. But this…” Vivian lifted her arms to gesture the table, “This looks really romantic. I honestly didn’t know what I was getting myself into when I was making the walk here. I was a bit nervous.” She said leaning in with a small smile as she whispered towards Lucia with a small grin. Placing her hands in her lap and giving a rather hooded, bedroom gaze, she eyed the goblet of liquid Lucia was drinking, “So? What are we drinking?”
Seeing Vivian approaching, Lucia couldn't help a bright smile, Lucia's appearance didn't change much. There was little in the ways of different outfits for her as someone who had to be cautious 24/7, her illustrious hair was as silky and alluring as always. She set her glass down, receiving Vivian's kiss with a turn of her own cheek to make it easier as she spoke. "Hello hello~ Make yourself comfortable dear, it's going to be an interesting night." She said with a smile, offering Vivian her chair before the girl sat down. Taking one last sip from her drink, Lucia turned her gaze to Mortimer, nodding back at Vivian's compliment. Mortimer was an assassin and saboteur, in his era, in the game he was a legendary figure, the type that made people shudder, the kind that became the boggy man for generations of children even after his death. It was this flexible expertise and versatility that allowed him to perform so well, his varying talents naturally included music as well. "Mortimer has a variety of skills that are really useful at things like this. It would probably have been a lot harder for me to manage a large tent and fancy date like this without his support." She explained with a small smile. For HP Lovecraft though, while she was familiar with the types of work, she couldn't name any in particular, unfortunately she couldn't help grimacing at the thought that such works probably aren't mainstream. Lucia's averageness was profound enough to allow her to distinguish things based on whether or not she knew them at this point. "No need to be nervous though dear, it's as serious or relaxed as you make it. You should know it's fun when it's comfortable right?" Lucia offered with a warm and welcoming gesture. As if to punctuate Lucia's efforts at reassuring the possibly nervous woman, the phantom man playing the instrument only nodded slowly while playing. "The Matriarch put a great deal of thought into making things as welcoming as possible. If I may, there's no need to be anxious as being genuine has always proven the most effective." Mortimer was quick to deposit two cents as always. Trying to take cues when possible, the phantom continued playing even as he interjected. Hearing his words, Lucia hesitated only briefly knowing she was far from genuine herself, but after a quick moment nodded along relaxing. Here she was how she wanted to be, reality was how she was cursed. There was no need to think she wasn't being genuine she reassured herself. When the topic of drinking came up, Lucia set a small wine bottle on the table, but something was a little off about it. If Vivian touched it, she'd find it to be icy cold to the touch, the contents clearly chilled somehow, the liquid within was a bright blue-ish green and gave off a dull glow within the bottle. The small amount in Lucia's glass didn't seem to have enough strength to glow as the bottle did. "I want to build an undead empire, but an important part of a people's development isn't their power or intelligence but their culture. They've developed their own kinds of drinks and foods, this is one of them." She spoke offering Vivian a glass with a small smile. The scent it gave off would be deep and rich, a bitter sweet smell that was stronger on the tongue. It had a strong taste that mellowed out and grew warm after a few sips, it was for that reason Lucia appreciated it and rated it so highly.
Vivian turned her head; a gentle flowering of her hair came off her shoulder as she turned in Mortimer’s direction. The woman leaned on the table with one hand cradling her chin as he spoke, listening carefully to his words and then back at Lucia, her date. There was a small smile, “He’s a charming one. You’d quickly forget he was undead.” Vivian made no sudden movements and looked back at Lucia, the raven haired woman whom she had this infatuation with. With lowered eyes, nervously she flipped strands of hair from her face. The smooth collision of her hand along her silken hair brushed away the tender violet locks as to get a full view of the woman in front of her. Still smiling, Vivian’s pinky nail was chewed upon as her date would go on and explain the very essence of the blue liquid she was taking part in. She had a curious mind and even more curious hands. She would lean over lightly only to rub the bottle with a dainty finger down the length of its form. She felt her spine tingle and her finger frigid from the touch. How on earth did she consume this beverage? But her explanation only made her wonder. The purple haired female was not one for suspicion. If Lucia had wanted her dead for whatever reason, she would probably be dead by now. Why trick her into such a beautiful setting only to poison her with a glass of wine? With a grin, her eyebrows perked and raised as she accepted the glass of blue wine, “Ready to get me drunk, huh?” she joked. If she was going to be genuine as Mortimer advised, then she would not filter her mouth even in such company as Lucia. Hopefully her tongue would not get her into the bad sort of trouble she was looking for later on. “A toast then? To a lovely noted night, to a romantic evening and to two women looking for a little fun and excitement.” A small clink her glass along with Lucia’s as she brought the polished ware to her lips. The blue liquid melted into her mouth as she allowed her tongue to sweep over the contents. Her azure eyes seemed to search for the taste in the air as the liquid finally made its way down her throat. With the taste on her pallet, she placed the wine glass down and squinted her eyes. “I can safely say, I have never has such an exotic taste in my mouth in words of wine, or alcohol or whatever this is. But I will say, it is very fine and has a very dominating taste at first. The crisp sweet notes and then the mild flavor afterwards make it a very smooth drink. The undead seem to possess a taste much different than our own. Very tasty.” The woman picked her glass back up and took another sip of the contents, perhaps swallowing a bit more than necessary, it was just that enjoyable. With the blue liquid churning in her glass, Vivian looked to her date, Lucia. “I was honestly more surprised you had shown much interest in me. After all, I was just a random girl visiting your tent with very different goals in mind for that night. But I have a strong feeling about something else with you. I connected with you in a way I am unsure of how to explain both mentally and physically.” Another drink because Vivian was unsure of what to say next. She would only listen to the softness of the atmospheric music while cradling the full glass of undead wine in her hand while she looked into the lavender eyes of Lucia. “You look enchanting,” Vivian would say as she leaned over the table, brushing her hand against the paleness of the digits on Lucia’s. There was a smile there in her hooded gaze towards the woman. She looked over her Hostess’s shoulder admiring the tent, “Ah. I remember that very well. I hope I didn’t make too much of a mess in there for you to clean up. I simply couldn’t help myself that night. The company I was with was intoxicating. Mmm, I hope you don’t have dinner planned for right now.” Vivian stood up and traced her steps back to Lucia, taking her by the hand gently and rubbing it. “Would you like to dance? With such beautiful music…it would be shame to just sit.”
Lucia couldn't help chuckling. If it was about Mortimer's style or technique, then that was certainly true, no one would be able to see the phantom as an undead. Mortimer's dexterity came from his nature as a phantom and wraith, unlike a ghoul or a death knight he maintained his intelligence and spirit purely because he had no real body any more. "Mortimer was always a very clever and cunning person, even in life he was very unique for it. It's thanks to him managing most of my daily affairs that I can be so relaxed." She explained glancing towards the gentleman phantom. The undead man playing the stringed instrument only nodded along simply not wanting to interrupt their conversation if it wasn't necessary. Mortimer had a measure of class and humble prestige that Sylvanas didn't possess, they were simply different at their core. Though the prospect of getting Vivian drunk made her lick her lips slowly in thought, after all there wasn't much of a need to get Vivian drunk for anything at this point. If Lucia couldn't help her get in a mood for something, it was likely that the reason was simply because she wasn't trying hard enough. Though lifting her own glass again for another sip, Lucia nodded back, a sly and playful smile on her face as she spoke. "Come now, we don't really need excuses for 'those' types of activities do we? Not at this point right?" She teased with a warm smile. After all they were both adults with similar interests, there was no reason to try and find excuses to indulge in them. Getting drunk would only make it harder to remember how much fun it had been in Lucia's mind. Rather then drinking, she thought it was more fun to set the drinks aside for those activities. Taking a slow and steady sip of the blue liquid with a small smile, pink lips kissing the edge of the glass as she took a slow steady sip. Letting the drink swirl the glass as she drank steadily until the toast was proposed. Lifting her glass, she tried to tap it gently with Vivian's in reaction to the offer. "Well, maybe not looking any longer. I like to think I've found my fun and excitement, what do you think?" Lucia asked, flashing Vivian a coy and hinting wink. After all, what could be more fun then spending your time with a girl who seemed to share similar interests? With someone who was just as interested in you as you were in them? The only thing that could make it more exciting were clothing options or lack there of. The more Vivian seemed to speak of the tastes of the undead though, Lucia felt a pang of pride. She'd helped create them after all, their cultures a result of their time spent around them. "They did well, I'm very proud of them after all. Though the food still needs some work, they keep trying to make their own path." She explained with a content smile. Pleased with a sweetness in her heart, there was no way she could hate compliments about the achievements of her people. While she was thinking those happy thoughts, the talk about her tent made her chuckle a little. It wasn't exactly a mess she couldn't deal with after all. In truth she just made some casual undead civilians to clean and fix things. She didn't have to do much of her own housework and things. "Don't worry, even if we make a mess again it won't be a problem." She tried to tease again. The prospect of a dance though made her smile soften, after all she wasn't much of a dancer, at least not in any spectacular way. "Well, I can't say I'm much of a dancer, but I'm sure you'll be able to teach me won't you?" She spoke, her words gentle. She expected Vivian to be pretty experienced with people who were popular, people who were special. Lucia herself wasn't quite so though, she wasn't one who had spent a lot of time in a partying atmosphere, in an excited club-like place, even a mellow ballroom. Any dancing she knew was done alone and by herself.
“Aw. You say you are not quite a dancer. But,” Vivian lifted the woman’s lithe hand. They did not walk but three paces away from the ornate table before she shifted her pose and relaxed Lucia with a small sweep of her hand over the woman’s belly, “If you think about it. Dancing is just like sex with clothes on…” her red lips pressed to Lucia’s ear, giving it a soft and gentle kiss as she spoke the warm words. In truth, that was the very basic and essence of dancing. It was something to let out energy, emotion, passion all of it upon the world to see. With the soft symphonic tune playing, Vivian grazed her hand over Lucia’s body. Her hips pushed off into a sway, hypnotic as the two bounced in rhythm. Her cheek brushed against the flesh of Lucia’s cheek, nestling it gently into her warmth. The mixed scent of their perfumes seemed to collide with aroma flavors in the air. It was a scent that was a little sweet, and a little spicy. But it melded together to form something marvelous. Vivian bit down on her lower lip, her cerulean blue eyes looking into the pale lavender irises of her companion. Arms swept over the woman’s shoulders as they just gently swayed in close proximity. “See? Nothing to it. Just tender and slow motions. Ah, you are a natural, Lucia.” Vivian said moving her lips to her neck, giving it a soft and satisfying nibble. Her hands moved slowly in motion as they helped brush the long raven locks of hair off her shoulder. Vivian’s heart beat was steady, she no longer felt like the nervous mess as she climbed the small path to meet her date. It was electrifying and thrilling, this new side of her slowly reaching up and out of her to create a new species of Vivian. A new flower being born but for now she was just a budding rose. Though the prospect of blooming was something that made her smile even more. With a tone and change of the music, Vivian shuffled her feet until her bust was pressed against Lucia’s back. There was a hand on her neck and moving slowly up her chin before her fingertips had lured her lavender eyes towards the azure gaze of her own. Two smiles seemingly different, but Vivian held a hooded look as her lips ever so quietly pressed to the corner of her mouth only tasting the remnants of the blue wine. It was enough to draw a burning fire in her heart and a small unnoticeable quickness in her breath. Vivian’s hand moving up Lucia’s chest and then back down towards her belly before it remained still. There the undead liquid seemed so sweet, she could taste it on her flesh still and perhaps even more so had her tongue flicked across her pink lips only to dare herself into another sensual caress. Vivian smiled and laughed softly, her voice a sweet sort of innocence for the otherwise dark clouded soul that inhibited her. Her nails would lightly scratch along the fabric around Lucia’s torso. But their bodies continued to sway, cheek to cheek as they moved to the rhythm of the music. “Sorry if I was a little bold there with that kiss. I couldn’t resist myself, as you may have already guessed. This is quite pleasant though.” Vivian said as both hands now folded over her waist and squeezed her gently keeping Lucia close to her warmth. “Just you and me. The music, the atmosphere. This world. I can only imagine what you are like in real life though. Are you as succulent there as you are here?” she giggled lightly, an uncharacteristic laugh from her as her arms kept Lucia in a tight and warm embrace. Still cheek to cheek, her azure eyes looked upwards to see all the leaves in the tree. “I can gather you are not too fond of sprawling and crowded cities? I enjoy a good night out on the town, but this is nice too. More intimate. I am sure I could guess this is something of a date between us? I will say I have not been with too many women. This is new for me, but I am not scared to delve into new and exciting things.”
Lucia chuckled a little, with Vivian's advice, Lucia nodded back in thought, her own hands trying to slide down to the woman's hips and waist area. Soft palms trying to grip her curved hips and hug her close enough for their hips to meet. Her nails dug into the girl's pants, clinging to her already tight pants tightening them further with her grip. She held on firmly, as if afraid to let go while she looked into the woman's eyes with a small smile. "Is that so? Does that mean you like dancing rough too then?" She tried to tease with a mellow chuckle batting her eyelashes sweetly, as if the picture of innocence and sweetness while she gripped Vivian so firmly. Spending time just softly swaying and stepping with Vivian, Lucia smiled pressing the softness of her cheek back into Vivian's affectionately nuzzling in. The gentle touch and brush of skin on skin was warm, the feeling of breath against Vivian's ear might be easy to feel. While they danced, the phantom simply moved around them as the music continued. Passing through the table every time he went around. Staying out of the way, he tried to ensure the mood wasn't broken, his actions subtle and supportive as Lucia continued to dance. After a while she began to try and step around Vivian stepping around her with a sweet smile. Being told she was a natural though, she cracked a small pleased smile, nodding back, after all it wasn't so hard this way. "It's not so hard if it's just this." She whispered into Vivian's ear as they continued to make steps and sway affectionately. "Though I think I could still get a little bit better, I wonder..." She spoke with a musing tone. Suddenly sliding her hands around Vivian's body a bit tighter, suddenly gripping her plush butt, tightly grabbing on and squeezing strongly. Her other hand slid up her back to her shoulder, clinging to her affectionately, tightly holding on. As if a little possessive she held on tightly, using her nails to get a good grip on the other girl. Her soft lithe frame pressing tightly to Vivian little by little, her supple figure and skin soft enough to feel through her clothing, leaving little to the imagination as far as touch went. The kiss, though a little surprising wasn't unwelcomed. Lucia turned into it with a chuckle, kissing the girl back affectionately. Soft plump lips brushing against Vivian's, tasting the corner of her lips as they swayed and stepped. The feeling of her hands brushing against her body made her release a very warm and affectionate coo. It was relaxing, pleasant even to be held, it was something that made Lucia exhale a baited breath of expectation. "I don't mind a kiss, it was nice, why not more often?" She offered with a gentle and welcoming expression, after all if Vivian wanted to taste her more, who was she to refuse? The talk of real life made Lucia sigh heavily though, it was a burdensome thought, she hated, loathed her reality. It was frustrating and infuriating to the point where she hated anything that threatened the perfect world in this game. She avoided cities, avoided large groups because of the stigma around dark magic, but reality was different, she was too different. "I'm a little different in reality. I don't have the looks to be this enchanting, the soothing tone to be so alluring I think. It's hard to be honest, reality has always been something I've wanted to avoid." She explained with a gentle expression, almost sorrowful as if what Vivian mentioned was a sore spot in her life. After all Lucia's intense rage and hate for her real self was by no means false or even exaggerated. "It's my masteries that keep me frown town, but the quiet isn't so bad since I have my own friends. Though whether or not you've had others doesn't bother me; isn't what's most important us?" She asked with a sweet smile batting her eyelashes once more.
Vivian’s hands moved through the raven locks of hair as they looked deeply into each other. Soft breaths escaped moist lips as they swayed to the music. Vivian’s eyes rolled, the azure washing into blackness as her eyes closed. Her small smile tugged at her lips feeling the finger nails over her tight pants welcoming the touch with a soft audible moan. The two girls smiled and flirted with their looks as time passed, their sway becoming rich with the symphonic music. However, she might have touched a sour note in their conversation. Tilting her head to the side, Vivian continued to smile towards the woman as she explained tad bits of her ‘other side.’ The woman nodded and just brought her closer to her in a heavy embrace. The tightness of their bodies so close to one another and amplifying the mood and warmness of their bodies as they tenderly joined. In attempt to ease her mind from the subject, Vivian used the back of her hand to brush away the long silken raven hair from her lavender eyes. She lifted her chin with her lithe digits and looked into those warm pools. “No worries. We are here to have fun, right? I perhaps should not have brought up the real world. One of those taboo subjects for some people. But, who knows? Maybe one day you might express a desire to be with me out there.” The woman shrugged lightly, holding Lucia once more in a tight embrace to make her feel secure. In all honesty, this was a new area for Vivian. This romance was so different than her one night stands and just fooling around. Now she might be developing real feelings for Lucia. It was an odd feeling in her heart, one that gave her butterflies in her belly as well. She was nervous about the situation and she was fighting her thoughts on what this truly was. Was Lucia fond of her as well? The mental question caused her to bite her lower lip, pulling slightly away from the embrace before nervously laughing with a smile. “We can avoid that subject. I hope you are enjoying my company though. When I heard you wanted to see me again, I was a bit surprised. That time in the tent, I didn’t know what I was getting myself into.” Vivian had swayed with Lucia as they neared the ornate table and the chairs. She spun around gently only to grab the glass full of that fancy blue wine as she curled up once more towards her date. Soft smile, warm and embracing as she recalled Lucia’s earlier comment for ‘more.’ A tantalizing look as her brow raised and her grin was wide. Taking a quick sip of the wine, getting enough to make a mouthful, Vivian held the liquid as her tongue danced with the liquid. A sultry gaze as she looked into the lavender eyes of Lucia. A wet smile as she held Lucia tightly and tilted her head back slowly, a finger running across Lucia’s plump, pink lips to open her mouth. Slowly Vivian went in, her mouth opened lightly to allow the blue beverage to dance into Lucia’s mouth, spilling lightly over the corner of her lip before pressing them together. Her tongue invaded her mouth as they stopped swaying, standing there only to kiss in a very hot and sensual way sharing the liquid between themselves. Vivian held the wine glass in her hand as she continued to make out with Lucia. The gentle sounds of their lips caressing and their tongues grinding against one another made the mood a bit more hot and frantic compared the atmospheric violin music played by Mortimer. Withdrawing her face from Lucia’s, her thumb brushed against her tender lips and she giggled lightly. “Was it just as good?” she asked with that flirty tone. Vivian could not help but feel turned on by the woman’s presence. She had been so since just looking at her. With that hot kiss though, it was like she was back in that tent with her. Their hot bodies moved to the erotic flow of their passions that night, it was hard to keep her heart from thumping so in her chest. Vivian once more curled the hair from Lucia’s gaze, the dark locks in her hand as she brushed them away. Her hand moved down to sample the firmness of her bottom, a hold as her nights dug through the fabric as she bit her lower lip in a hood gaze towards Lucia. “Is it bad that I keep thinking about that night with you? Because it’s been on my mind a lot, ya know? And I don’t mean just in game. I masturbate frequently to that memory when I am alone…” she said in a whispered voice into Lucia’s ear, only when she said it, her nails dug more into the fabric and the lush ass of the Necromancer.
Lucia couldn't help a bit of a bitter laugh when it came to thinking of her reality. She exercised an intense and almost absolute escapism. Her reality was purely there to sustain the her she saw in her mind and dreams, the her that was Lucia. Her real self was just the meat sack that facilitated the one she wanted to be. It was that kind of bitterness and hate for a world that led her to be disinterested in chaos and the red rule. Her real self was as close to a chaotic zealot desiring nothing more then pandemonium and attention, for all of her life she'd developed in that way lusting after uniqueness. How could Lucia see those running away to such a perfect world only to try and be the kind of person she was trying to change from? There was disdain, frustration, a frosty and icy hate that went beyond rage and became something blacker. "Don't be silly" She spoke with a firm shake of her head. "Why wouldn't I desire to be with you there? No, in fact, I really want to take you away there as well and sweep you off your feet." Lucia spoke with a gentle reassuring smile. As Taboo as the subject was for Lucia, it wasn't as if she would flip out into a rage at the mere mention. Instead, it was more that Lucia understood well just how different she was, she hated her reality for it's blandness. Wouldn't other people agree? Wouldn't they be disillusioned to see her real self compared to the enchanting and warm Lucia they'd be familiar with? "I just don't think I'm as colorful there." She explained with a mellow smile, while it might seem like she simply wasn't giving herself credit, there was a vague 'intensity' in her gaze that was unfamiliar and foreign, it was an intensity more in tune with her real brooding self then it was with the enchanting atmosphere about her in the game. Though the talk about avoiding the topic, Lucia shook her head in response. She didn't want to stifle the girl. Instead, she lifted her hands up to the girl's collar suddenly gripping the collar of her neck with a gentle smile still. "I don't need to avoid it, i just don't think it's as interesting as the other things we could talk about." She answered simply, licking her lips at Vivian who seemed nervous or anxious still. The more she asked about enjoying her company, or the more uncertain she seemed, Lucia found it adorable. Enjoying the kiss and the taste of the blue drink on Vivian's lips, she let it deepen, accepting the sip from Vivian's lips only to softly grip her collar a bit tighter before trying to send it back playfully. Clearly intending on sharing that mouthful after they'd both tasted it thoroughly together. Until it was equal parts Vivian and Lucia. Only when that kiss broke did Lucia slowly lick her lips, a sly smile on her face as she let go of her collar slowly but surely. Lifting her hands to the woman's cheeks, giving them a gentle stroke with her fingertips as she spoke. "Look here... Right here, in my eyes." She spoke, trying to guide Vivian's gaze and head with her soft stroking fingertips at her cheeks. She held onto her gently, looking deeply into Vivian's eyes for a long while, expecting the girl to be looking back at her. She searched Vivian's eyes for a long while, trying to hold a very delicate and warm silence as she did. If Vivian tried to break that silence, Lucia would delicately hush her with a finger tip on her lips and a half lidded gaze. Only after a long while would she finally drop a hand to Vivian's chest, a soft and gentle touch at first, but quickly her soft gentle fingertips grabbed hold firmly, gripping Vivian's chest tightly. The bite of a lewd pain as Lucia twisted and gripped her tightly, as if trying to feel for her racing heart beat beneath she held on and squeezed painfully as as she spoke back into Vivian's ear. "I told you back then, if you wanted me, I'm okay with being your's... But I told you I would 'take' you." She spoke, a low chuckle in her voice as she lifted her other hand. Giving Vivian's cheek a soft kiss before she continued, her other hand stroking her cheek, slipping up through her hair as she spoke, her voice a toe curling whimper and whine. "Why would it be bad? You're right where I want you~" She teased in her low toe curling whine even as her soft tongue began tracing Vivian's earlobe.
With her hair bouncing lightly, Vivian looked deeply into those lavender eyes. She was charmed and enchanted quickly by the lure of her fingertips. The strong silence persevered, only the hum of the symphonic music coming from Mortimer could be heard, along with the slow movement of the wind caressing exposed cheek and flesh. Azure irises gazed into the unknown deepness of the colored eyes that belonged to Lucia. The moments that passed felt like eternity, was she to say anything? Her lips twitched as if to speak only to be hushed by a slim finger pressing to her flesh and hushing her. Dark brows rose with a saucy smile before the warmth of her hands spread across her chest. She was groped gently, a soft moan escaping her red lips and then that erotic movement changed into stimulating pain as she felt nails dig into the cloth of her armor until it seeped and twisted as if she were reaching for her beating heart. A breath hitched in her throat as Vivian looked down, she would simply fall into Lucia, her knees weakening from the touch and the exposed ‘feeling.’ Vivian was not abashed by the sudden change from Lucia’s touches. The gentleness applied and then the racy hints that came after. The malefimancer was no novice when it came to sexual pleasure, her busty chest had been groped so many times by men larger than Lucia, and it was a pleasant pain. She simply expelled a moan from her lips, feeling a tongue on her earlobe as the whispered words entranced her senses. Vivian’s hand slowly slid down to Lucia’s waist and pulled her into her so she didn’t fall completely over. Her nails dug into the pants over her ass as her lips smiled. She was ‘taken’ and that was more than enough to satisfy her. Vivian once more began to sway in the gentle breeze of thought that Lucia was now cocooning her into. The allure of the woman was pleasant; her smell was erotic and sweet on her lips and senses. She was driven into primal, erotic thoughts as her ear was teased. “Mmm, if you keep doing that, we’ll have to revisit that tent soon. But,” her smile was fixed into that erotically induced curve, “I have no objection to getting down and dirty in the grass.” She said with a teasing tone, her cheek pressed against Lucia’s once more, only for the tip of her wet tongue to graze against the flesh to lick it. Whenever she was with Lucia, a few things came to mind. Getting naked and screwing her, or simply falling into a hypnotic state by her voice or becoming enthralled by her Necromantic Power. If that was the case, was still just an infatuation? Or was this becoming much deeper? These questions she would explore the answers to. And finally some nervousness subsided with a question in her mind. “I want to know what I mean to you, Lucia. I know I think of you more than fondly and I have never been in a real relationship before. So what is this that we have going? Is it exclusive to just you and me or do you want to explore other women besides me? I mean. I know it’s silly to ask and perhaps I am opening myself to some hurt right now, but I rather know what this is so I know what to expect later.” Her body was still close as ever to the new kindled romance with Lucia, but her azure eyes yearned for the question to be answered, and hopefully it was not tip-toed to some vague answer. If for nothing else, she enjoyed the company even if her body was used to her liking.
Lucia wore a mellow smile, leaning against Vivian after feeling the girl's weight against her. Leaning back against the other woman to let their weights support each other. Even with mortimer playing music for them, Lucia wasn't necessarily shy. The undead were a part of her power, which one would dare judge her for her actions. Instead, it was motivation, to those creatures she summoned, Lucia remained the patron saint that spelled prosperity for them. There was no reason to find any shame in any of her actions considering her beliefs and intentions. It was for that reason, Lucia didn't need to shy away from anything despite not necessarily being alone. Though hearing Vivian offer to visit the tent or roll around in the grass again, a sly smile came to Lucia's lips as she turned her head up to the other woman. A coy tone came from her lips, as if playfully waving a finger at a child she spoke as if jokingly lecturing the woman. "Oh? Come now, weren't we here for a date and all you can think of is getting me naked? Undressing me with your eyes? Such uncouth behavior miss~" She teased playfully giving Vivian a sweet kiss, pressing her lips to Vivian's in answer, making it clear it didn't bother her, in fact Lucia would even approve, but there was no reason they couldn't also enjoy each other's company as well. Though hearing Vivian getting serious on her, for a moment, Lucia hesitated but that only lasted a flicker before her eyes closed slowly in thought. Closing her eyes at Vivian, she still held on with a sweet smile on her face. "I may not be the most eloquent individual. This untalented me wouldn't mind drafting a lovely soliloquy for you though~" She offered with a coy smile, lazily opening her eyes as her smile curled into a warm grin. "Vivian is my precious treasure after all, not for display, but someone I want close by. Yes, there's a certain peace that comes to me when my Vivian is near by~" She explained with a hum, though her opening was largely teasing and joking, the message in those metaphors was hopefully clear as she continued, opening her eyes in all seriousness despite her sly grin. "You're special to me though dear. I want you to be mine, I'll be happy with just us." She explained, making her position clear, she wanted Vivian to be her's, if the other girl wasn't happy with others, Lucia was content to stay with her that way. There was, after all, no need for anyone else if Vivian was in her life. But, the word 'but' could be seen flickering in Lucia's gaze as her grin twisted a little. "But~" She spoke sweetly, lifting a hand to Vivian's hair, giving her lip a soft bite and tug as she kissed Vivian once more. "If I find someone I like, maybe Vivian would be interested? Likewise, if my dear Vivian finds things to be a little boring or stale, I wouldn't mind going on an adventure to find someone special with her." Lucia explained the 'but' that had flashed, a sheepish giggle coming from her as she flicked her tongue at Vivian sweetly. "As long as we explore together... That's what's most important to me at least~" She explained with a soft chuckle, after all, Lucia wouldn't look for another girl if Vivian didn't approve of that girl, Lucia would certainly expect and hope for the same from Vivian if she was interested in exploring~
Vivian fell into the lul and allure of Lucia's words. She bit her lip in anticipation of her words, the meaning behind them was subject to her thoughts. The more she spoke on about it, the more her heart rapidly brushed against the bones in her chest. The malefimancer was happy with those thoughts. Slinking a hand down to her thighs and giving them an ample squeeze. Azure gaze looked into the warmth lavender, her actions and words were so sultry, she was indeed a prize for her to drink in. There was a flicker in them as well when she continued on with the explanation of their mutual desire for one another. Vivian tilted her head, swaying with the soft music once again. To the explanation, Vivian only smiled more brightly and nodded. She was in good fortune to meet such a woman like Lucia who was not close minded. And with Vivian being an over zealous flirt, she knew it was only a matter of time before something else would tick. The woman moved her hand over her shoulders. She clung to Lucia in a tight embrace, lithe digits moving around her neck to feel her cheek pressed to her own. "I think you and I were made for each other. But I love the fact you are open minded about different things. I would like us to be us, open and honest. Thank you for doing that with me and being a part of that energy. We will do great things together. Wild things. Sexual things. But there is room for us both and much more in this world of Terrasphere. It might even be fun to look for a new playmate once in awhile. There is plenty of spice between us." Vivian was more than happy with the answers given to her, her voice complimented that fact well as did her open eyes and wide red smile. She licked her lips to apply the devilish lipstick towards Lucia's cheek and mouth. She would engage her with such a kiss that it made her inner thigh moist. And the Necromancer was correct, this was a time to spend with one another to learn and to process their relationship. With the touch of her hand on the woman's back, Vivian looked back at the table which was becoming ever so lonely, "Why don't we continue our date then? You have much more to offer I think. I wouldn't mind some fine dining as well. I am a bit famished to be honest. What's on the menu?" she asked with a raised smile. Her tender fingers delicately traced over Lucia's back, spiraling around as they were lead back to the table to sit. Crossing her leg and sampling her beverage, the woman drank heavily from the glass to quench her thirst, but her belly rumbled with thought of food and other enticing things.
Lucia only chuckled sweetly to herself and shook her head. Close-minded? That would be too bizarre for her. Normality was unfortunately a curse she was destined for. Her relaxed open-mindedness when it came to love was perhaps a little abnormal or strange, but that was largely out of her desires for more attention. If there were more people in her relationship, wouldn't she get more attention? Her expression as sweet as honey, she shook her head unable to accept such praise knowing the reason in her heart. The talk about great things though was clear. Even before Vivian Lucia had grand ambitions; For the Malevolent Tora as Synra's supporter and Voice she supported a Goddess and had met one. For her undead kingdom and collecting capable supporters and generals, Lucia employed them with her magic, building it up, testing theories and creating monstrosities to broaden her horizons as a necromancer. For the player base in general as a Duchess injecting a new culture into Astorea. She had a lot of ambitions, a lot of goals as well. Building a Temple, Ziggaurat, Exchange hall, it was something she'd made the foundation for. Though, Vivian's thoughts of doing things great together made her hum. Just how much would Vivian be able to support her vision and ambition? It made her grin, taking a brief glance into Vivian's eyes for a reason beyond love and affection, as a 'partner' she mused on exactly what she might see in her own dreams. "If that's the case, in this world if you really want to be someone 'more'. I have someone I can introduce you to." Lucia spoke, cracking a coy smile. After all, when she first spawned into the game things were a lot different. There was no player nation, people had to struggle for every gold they got, living and finding places to survive was difficult. Lucia had found her place in a temple once, relying on the charity of the faithful for an advantage. That was originally what got her closer to the Elysid Court. There was a deep untapped power in those places, one a lot of people overlooked because they were too engrossed in creating their own Red Rule, they didn't respect the world's Authorities. "There'll be time for playmates later though. Like you said, we should get back to 'us' right?~" She proposed with a content expression. Sitting in the seat opposite of Vivian, Lucia wore a small smile as she glanced towards Mortimer who once again settled by the table, instrument in hand, continuing to play like a machine, content to just be of use in creating the mood. Afterwards, she glanced to the other empty end of the table, a coy grin on her face. "Lina. What do you think we should have?" Lucia spoke with a coy smile. As if in reaction to the question, a slender arm darted up from the ground. It's skin crackled with a blue flame as it began to rise as if pushed upward from below by an elevator after breaking through the surface. The woman that appeared had a very alluring appearance, exposed skin that went from her collar down to her belly button leaving only the cloth of her dress covering her various bits from the sides. With white face paint here or there marking her as a cultist she had features that were divine and flawless. Blemishless in nature, the Lich's body crackled with flames that slowly blew out after she puckered her plump lips and exhaled through them. Unlike Lucia's enchanting and lithe figure, the Lich hat a feiry figure that could set a person's loins ablaze, curves that swung wide and a slim waist a person could wrap an arm around with ease. "Ah... Miss, you call me for such boring reasons~~~" The Lich spoke, words rolling off of her tongue, drawing out her 'S' a gentle puff of smoke was blown out across the table from her lips. Seeing that Lucia was simply gazing at it gently as a superior without any deeper intentions though, it let out a burdened sigh once again exhaling a ring of smoke. "Oh the miss is still so cruel~~~ But I understand~ Perhaps some pork and rice? Or might you be more of a steak and potatoes type? Come now come now, don't leave poor little me waiting, what's your type dear~~~" The lich once more exhaled a sweet puff of smoke, the ash carried from her lips as she blew sweetly in Vivian's direction carrying the deep earthy fragrance as she cracked a bewitching grin. Despite the Liches' efforts, Lucia only chuckled sweetly nodding to Vivian. "Lina is one of the few among my group who can compete with Sylvanas in combat. She was a cultist that fought against us for Azogg, but I'm not sure if you were a part of the game during that?" Lucia mused with a sweet expression introducing the fire sorceress as a former grand enemy of the player base. "Oh Miss, don't go telling such grandoise tales and fibs. This delicate and fragile me would never survive alone in this harsh world~ Our guest might get the wrong idea~" Despite her allure and protests, she was strong enough to compete with the knight commander Vivian had first met outside of Lucia's tent. Lucia knew well just how fierce the fiery sorceress could be on the field. Rather then dwelling on it, she only glanced to Vivian contently. "Lina will be in charge of cooking. What kind of things should we have? I'll go with your preference here." She offered Vivian with a small smile.
The woman had wondered if her words struck any meaning in the young woman's mind. She seemed searching and wanting to know whatever was on her thoughts. Perhaps she was too accustomed to the real world, unknown of such things in this one. However she was curious as to what the meaning behind those words were. The malefimancer had only known what power she had read from the basic game manuals or from what she had seen from other sources. Chaos, dark energy, flying sword energy. It seemed like the most common of techniques in combat games. But this was not a combat game, it had politics, diplomacy, even some of the darker magic she had seen Lucia utilize. Summoning the undead with use of Necromancy, that kind of power was unique and enchanting. It was enthralling to watch and it made her passion for knowledge spur. So with the words of becoming 'more,' Vivian only looked with a solid expression. Her red lips twitched into a coy smile, she leaned in as if she were about to be told a secret. She bit down on her lower lip in anticipation of this, she was about to meet someone new who could possibly guide her on her way to being 'more' as Lucia had said. That alone burned her heart, she was ready to accept a new world, a new vision. But she had to make the choice, there was no going back after that. So she sat there, in a dreamy sort of expression before her eyes collected the gaze of lavender at her. That intense passion roared in her belly and soul, she would know what its like soon enough. Vivian's eyes moved towards the crackling ground as Lucia commented on a name she was unfamiliar with. Lina. The malefimancer tucked her leg tighter over the other as she let her head slip in her hand, the long curls of purple hair undressed from her shoulder as she twisted small rolls in the satin purple hair. Azure blue welcomed the sight as a fiery figure stood, skin crackled like a blue flame as she looked in small surprise with wide eyes. Lina was one of her undead. An enchanting beauty who carried flame and smoke. Her seductive voice was inescapable. Once heard, it had lured Vivian's ears to her. But it was the beauty that almost made her reach out and touch even if she would have been burned by it, the intense feeling of whether it would be cool as ice or hot as fire didn't seem to mind her. Vivian could only smile in recognition of this new ally. Lucia. Always full of surprises. As Lina spoke, the expelled smoke shifted around the table giving it a fragrant, earth aroma. Vivian was used to bars and smoke, this was a scent that was more natural in tone. A small smile on her lips as she enjoyed the new undead that seemingly woke with just a name called out to the underworld for her to rise from the slumber. Lucia then started in with a story of Lina, how she was an enemy of the players, telling a tale of her fight with Azogg. To the question asked Vivian shook her head in her hand. She was not in game when that took place, she was still very much new but she was already making tons of friends and possibly even enemies out of people. The question of what to eat had come with a second chime. Lucia and Lina seemed to look to the busty woman for the main course. Vivian smiled broadly, lifting her head from her hand and tucking both under her chin. She hummed in thought for a bit, "I like this girl. Is she one that we can play with later? You spoke of the undead having a culture of food and drink. I have enjoyed this beverage, why not have a small feast from the culture as well? I would simply enjoy that as anything else. I can have pork and rice at home, even if I burn food till it's unrecognizable. Does that sound fine?" Vivian erected herself, her right hand twitched to curl a long strand of raven black hair out of Lucia's supple face. It had fallen there when she looked to her lavender eyes, the soft touch curled over her cheek with simple ease before tucking it back over an ear. Her thumb grazed her cheek as she looked to Lina, the hot figure next to the table. With a small bite of her lower lip, Vivian reached out only to play with the small amount of smoke that lingered over the table. Her azure gaze back on the Cook and then back to Lucia. Her smile wide with a grin.
Lucia smiled brightly, whether or not Vivian knew who Azogg was wasn't very important. To Lucia, the Lich drew a lot of parallels with Vivian in their actions and ambitions. The former cultist follower was one of fire, supporting an otherworldly being's goal of bathing the world in flames and birthing a storm the likes of which none would know. In Lucia's heart, such a being was much more desirable then the more demonic creatures who organized contracts and made unsavory demands. The Rule of Red was one that Lucia loathed and despised, thus when Lina was felled during the world Quest, Lucia took an interest in the chaotic woman who found her own path towards chaos that was exciting and ambitious. Ever since hearing Vivian first thinking about or at least asking for information about more demonic-like entities Lucia had wanted to expose Vivian to healthier alternatives. Lina was naturally one possibility, the other was naturally the mother of the Goddess who was currently backing Lucia. While Lucia only knew these two alternatives, they were in her mind much better then the vile creatures she'd heard about in the temples. "Ooh~ Dear Miss she asked for me herself. Aren't I beautiful? Wasn't she charmed by me as well? My lovely miss, I try so hard to warm you up and yet this cold shoulder is so hard to deal with~" The Lich complained, taking the dramatic poses one might expect from a damsel in distress, like something out of a midnight spanish drama from telemundo. Lina had a flare to her, much different from Sylvanas who was frosty and harsh on the surface. Lucia only chuckled though, knowing the reason she shot down the lich repeatedly was for a variety of reasons. "Lina, don't be too aggressive now. Perhaps someday, but not today." She spoke, her tone as sweet as usual. The reason was largely the differences in who they were. She was content to lean on and with Sylvanas, but Lina would no doubt desire more. Until Lucia could live as one of them, blurring the life and death line was not something she intended to do with her subordinates. Though hearing Vivian talking about trying some of the undead culture more, Lucia couldn't help chuckling. While the undead naturally had their own culture with her guidance and careful support it wasn't an alien race from another world. The Undead had all of the same materials and resources as normal humans to work with, so pork and such being on the menu was something that was unavoidable since for better or worse, everyone co-existed on the same plane of existence. "Well, to try something exclusively undead would be difficult, after all, very few things are completely undead in origin. Most are just tainted or twisted but, lets see. Lina?" She asked glancing towards the Lich once more. The woman couldn't help a soft sigh, those generous peaks of her's bouncing with the abrupt breath. She had a deep affectionate gaze, just as passionate and fiery as the atmosphere about her as her eyes fixed briefly in thought as if intending to bore straight into Lucia's head with her eyes. In the end, the woman licked her plump lips and surrendered with a soft shrug. "What villain would I be to deny the Miss and her guest?~ Let us try a new dish then, something unique." The Lich mused, with a gentle flick of her slender hand, she pulled ethereal lights from near by. Each one like a flickering flame pulled from what seemed like a mystical place. Their origins though were quite simple though, somewhere deeper within the woods no doubt Lucia could tell and understand with a glance some poor creature was being burned to ashes to create these flickering things. "Let us see... I have deer and potatos. It's lacking, Mortimer, can I count on your support?" The lich asked, batting her eyelashes, but her request made the phantom who was mid-song falter briefly. His song had been building a nice warm and cozy atmosphere, but the sudden sour note provoked by the lich was jarring enough to make even Lucia straighten up. "You..." The Phantom stammered briefly, as if trying to find the proper words. "... Truly none of my herbs and supplies are safe. If it is for the Matriarch I can hardly refuse..." Mortimer seemed distressed. The previous relationship between Lucia's subordinates coming into light vaguely. This didn't seem to be the first time Lina had bothered Mortimer for herbs and spices that would have otherwise become potion ingredients. Lucia merely watched them struggle and clash, not playing favorites, not supporting one side over the other. She knew which among her subordinates had the most power, and who was higher on the totem pole. Despite coming after Mortimer, Lina was certainly ranked among the top two. "I'm glad you're adventurous enough to try this sort of thing. I have a little knight who was very bothered the first time she saw Undead cooking and food. It will be nice to have someone to share the culture with." Lucia offered, glad that Vivian was outgoing enough to be adventurous. Though seeing Lina bringing the two ethereal gasses together, molding them with her fingers, kneading the space, Lucia felt a flash of nostalgia. "I told you about how Malefimancy can be used to absorb. When I first started in this game, I used a technique similar to this to eat.and survive. Until Lina though it hadn't really been refined into a craft like this. I could teach you the basics if you like, it might be a little unrefined but, any port in a storm right?~" Lucia giggled, offering to teach Vivian how to procure food with Malefimancy. If nothing else it was a useful skill when struggling.
