Lies for the Liars [aw]

[Asphyxia]

The night's fluorescent lights shined throughout the streets of this embedded crimson paradise. The lusty scent cornered every man in it's feet, making them dance at favor to grant them what they wanted most. Pheromone lighted the air with nearby clubs, strip joints and bars and a high dose of testosterone and estrogen reeked out of the glass doors. The burgundy stones decorating the sidewalks brilliantly glistened with the fervent taps and tics of pumps and shoes. The trees bristled with the wild air of festive spirits and uncannily egregious. Around the corner there was a stand that sold a motley of gossamer fabrics. The prodigious sheers of the fabrics lit the way to intricate manners of hordes of different people engaging into averse tactics of feelings and warmth-closeness. Others simply enjoyed the view of the moon dazzling it's bright and translucent light.

Along the pathway that leads to the wary park, a man was walking its slow-paced way along the benches, caressing his long-clawed fingers along the rich, brilliant oaks. His steps were almost feline like, one in front of the other with a sashaying grace. His chiseled-stone chest glimmered lightly like millions of subtle jewels hidden behind a thin, layered harness. His lucid, yellow cat-like eyes blazed in a clairvoyant interval, impishly grinning to expose a glinting sharped white. The audacity in his smile was hard to dodge, the uncanny feeling hard to decimate. His brown curls bounced down to his shoulders, nestled to the nape of his neck. A leather trench coat embraced his shoulders and sleeved his arms and tight, leather pants hugged his slim figure.

Nothing else mattered in this night. Hi eyes quickly interlocked towards two humans walking with hands interlaced together in a cute mannerism of love. Scoffing at that act, he jumped lithely from the grass and landed sitting crossed-leg on the bench without making a sound in a shifting minute. Some random figure stopped right at his peripheral, a big hand stretching to his leg in a quick tangent. The figure quickly shuddered away, retrieving its hand to the human, tender soft-membraned chest. "Do you know the closest bar?" But before the ominous man on the bench could answer, the woman quickly and with a smug smile asked, "What's your name, stone one?" She had obviously denoted how granite his skin really glinted like and how the feel really was.
Another impish grin flourished through his lips as his eyes flickered menacingly towards her cherubic face. "Lestat." He answered clearly in a velvety hiss, turning his accentuated chin at an angle.

[Little Lion]

The younger man's esquite guest had inched infront of him positioning herself to better view the stranger on the bench. As his name slipped past his pale lips, the lively silvery green eyes danced over his features and circled back to his face before setting into a ready squint. "Mmm." A high pitched hum slid down the scale in mock thought. "What a peculiar name." Her eyes gave a small roll to the side to see her companion. Jeweled fingers deftly slipped from their entanglement and rose to her face where they slid along her right temple and tucked strands of hair behind one ear. An immature air about her movements expressed a horrible sense of mockery but it was hidden under clever devise and striking looks. A simple play that had effectively drawn in her escort for the evening. "Yet it's so-" She held onto the o for a second, feigning a thought. "Sickeningly familiar." The frivolous air deteriorated with the two chilly spoken, simple, camouflaged words. The underlying message had been that she had remembered him from some breif instance of her past wether or not he remembered. Stern eyes skipped from Lestats face back to the man next to her and took on a hallow smile of their own. Her arm crossed to her elbow and she gave a small twist, a play of gross innosence contradictory to her previous mocking remark about Lestats name. It was the name all little boys who wanted to be vampires gave themselves and all the wanna be teens, a name that slipped through conversation frequent enough to have become sickeningly familiar, especially among any hint of actual vampiric race.

[Asphyxia]

Squinting through his feline yellows, Lestat's grin didn't fade the slightest and remained at it's peeked broad. While the woman played along her gestures with her words and her mocking effects, the vampire's eyes gave a quick scan of her figure, following the accentuated curves of her shifted weight all to her beautifully menacing-carved face. Something about this woman just gave an inkling shake into his spine, fade memories flashing through his eyes but quickly dissipated away with inflicting apathy. His elongated-stone fingers slowly traced along his own chin, the clawed thumb slowly stretching in the opposite way to hold both sides of the chin, tracing in different tangents the hollow jawline. The same smug glint at the pull of the lip remained in subtle wait, a fiery glint hazing into his bright yellows. "I'm sure we've had acquaintances before..." the sentence wasn't quite yet finished for he stressed before with a little hissing effect, dazing his eyes into the distance idly. "Perhaps in some... bordello of some sort." Giving a shrug, his now wry smile ended the last of his sparkling, sharp grin into a more defying invite. His leg moved from left to right in circles a little bored in tune and at the same time entertained in his own providing muse. "May I be of any service?"

[you know... the woman that touched Lestat didn't have anyone next to her xD it was just some random woman appearing curiously to make conversation or some entertainment out of this. the couple holding hands passed by >_> but whatev.]

[Little Lion]

[>_> kill me.
romantially.]

The woman's eyes slanted towards the man and came together as her lips opened in a slender part. She had taken umbrage to his assumption, although by her looks and dress prostitution wasn't a surmise to far fetched. The thing that had soothed her temper was his final statement. It made contradiction enough to keep her from being too caustic too quick. "Perhaps." The answer was flippant and mumbled, and nearly lost under the quiet tap of her shoes and she came closer to him. "Have you always been around here?" She asked, pretending to be intrigued of why she knew him. She played her sweet smiles and calculated twists and turns of deciet with practiced ease. The bat of her eye lashes remained sugar coated but couldn't clear the piercing gaze constantly seeping back in. The air of aplomb about Lestat had truely intrigued her. The man's aura of sangfroid was like a mirror to a sliver of herself while simultaniously aggitating the same twisted arrogance. It had a magnitizing effect that she figured she'd grow bored with or chew up and spit out.

[oh child, always picking hidden fights xD

[Asphyxia]

The small and sudden change of state caught Lestat off-guard. He was reminded harshly by the way her sweetness played but the simmering cold exalted off her skin in mixing torrents of how his daughter was genuinely dating her son. A mirroring effect caused his little mind game to shatter as quickly as invented, leaving his poise to posture in struggling dips to the side in chaotic formality. "No." He'd simply say in his remaining velvety tone and brilliant accented English. "But we both bear the reason of knowing each other." His eyes darted behind her momentarily to the partner she was tightly clutching to and the little flirty effects she had innocently tried to create. Quite frankly to him, it didn't fit the aura that scented in his eyes but it wouldn't kill him to remind her of the same thing he was so cruelly reminded of. Now he really had a reason to conceal whatever remnant of impish he had in himself in store for her. The contortion of his expressions drastically damaged several people walking by for it had made them stop to stare at the beautiful sugar-coating of both inhumanly beautiful creatures in different bodies. His finger slowly traced the soft leather that covered his leg, tracing lines around the air until it had finally landed on his lip. "Talking about bearing reasons, how is he?" He had his target set; he was forced to remind her that their formality were to remain intact because of that, but out of the situation, simple and cruel acquaintances would settle.

[Little Lion]

[Like a date? exactly, except for the date part.]

The eyes of the woman scruitinized the mild changes of his composure, the shift of his eyes the tilt of his body. Carefully, she read for any signs that could give her some leway, some simple clue towards their standings and the sway of conversation. It was easy enough to feel the odd storn between them, occasionally crackling in such a way passerybys turned to look. Yet she was looking for something to give her an upper hand. Finding nothing, it suited her to simply inch closer to the man, and lean her one leg against the seat of the bench. His inquirey was fair enough and hadn't thrown her game but something before hand had put her in an energetic mood to distort any straight answer. "He who? I have many." Her fingers crossed the air to her hair in some unnessicary, vain fluff. She had recalled their pervious meetings somewhere in his side of the conversation, it clicked into her system with out skipping a beat. "The one with your daughter..." The same hand skipped towards him before falling to her side. "That he, the last I heard from the road, was doing just fine and by his tone was with her and I'm guessing she was fine too." There was some sort of question laced on the end as if awaitng his confirmation to his daughters well being. Though, from the trait of the couple, if one was well then the other should be. She had kept a neutral tone, she had no bone to pick with him, and he had done his duity to remind her that if she was to take any stance it should be one well behaved.

[Asphyxia]

[explosion.]

The answer offered to him by the vixen while she leaned her stature into the bench Lestat was sitting on had caused a vague furrow of his brows, denoting a small crease in between them and the slow thin of his lips to conceal behind his own skin. After listening to what she had to say, the small stretch of his lips began to slowly twitch at either corner. A self-satisfied smug. The previous little answer had caused the man to lean his emasculated figure towards her stance but the shift when back to leaning against the bench, turning his yellow eyes to stare at the tip of his finger with little interest. "From what you hear? Well, that's not awfully solid, is it?" The words came out with a condescending tone at first but at the end of the sentence lost it's spice and came out flat and indifferent. The hit had been a successful blow towards the chest. The hypnotizing Lestat had been tricked out of their game by the simple tone that referred to his daughter's health. "She's fine from what I see..." It was an understatement to hide the striking blow.

[Little Lion]

[exploitation?]

The pale, lavendar tinted lips thinned out and pulled to the side accompanied by the familiar squint of the womans green eyes. His flat toned remark had struck a nerve in the woman in the same way she might have been bothered if he had simply told hers he had failed as a mother. The sour look on her face, indicating what he had done, slipped away and her lips reappeared in full, ready to relay whatever retort she had concocted in rapid fire. "Oh I see." Her green hues rolled behind thick eyelashes. "That's good to hear." She said this part quietly while her fingers pulled at the knitted dress hugging her figure. She acted for an instant like a person loosing interest in a conversation with someone she didn't care to talk to. Her eyes made a quick climb back to the man's haunting face. "Do you always keep a close eye on her?" She asked. In her mind, she had made up a new game for herself, or perhaps set another goal. Instead of solely trying to irritate the vampire seated before her, she planned to weasle something interesting out of him in hopes to get the upper hand on the ever mysterious Lestat. The man that was merely a whispered age among the vampire race.

[Asphyxia]

[implode! : D]

Sweeping his yellow eyes across the available view around the curvy woman, avoiding at all cost to keep a close eye over her blocking figure especially with the fact that she had a man clutched to her arm, the eyes swept back to her face, zoning out of view and instead fading into his own mind, placing the finger was previously staring over his lips. "Not always. Sometimes, it's just purely a coincidence." Sliding his finger down his chin and over his chest, his palm unfolded from his placed fist and perched silently over his thigh with a satisfied smirk. "It's not my fault she loves wondering near my peripheral..." whispering this sentences, his eyes wandered off to his own side, sliding over his shoulder, pointing over his place where a particular mansion stood at it's peak over a heal with spiked bars resembling a gate. Turning back to face the woman, the poised composure leaned into the bench, crossing the leg over the other one, even more satisfied than before.

[Little Lion]

Quietly and peacefully, she accepted another loss of ground. He had racked the majority of small, frivolous points in his favor but her mind was constantly concuting more trifling conversation hoping to force the scales in her favor. Green hues turned a glossy color as her mind tuned out a level of the man's melodic tones. Part of her thoughts still resided with him and so followed the small gesture towards the mansion. It was something that would have awed other ladies or the young, airheaded type easilly swooned by a man possessing his looks and would have given themselves instantly to him for the treasures he possessed. In the glossy scruntiny of Rio's gaze, the mansion registered as nothing more then one of many minor, well crafted works of art a long life had graced her to see. Several seconds passed before it's potential dawned on the vampiress causing her head to turn down to her left allowing tendrils of hair to mask the right side of her face and obstruct any view Lestat might of had. The incline of her head was towards the young man who was impatiently running his fingers along her arm, long since bored of the small talk. "Would you be a dear," Her voice was sweet, innocent and was given an alluring effect by a few quick bats of her lashes. "And fetch the car? I'm quite tired of the park." She slipped her arm from his, implying there was little debate to the question. "Pull it up over there, I'll meet you." With a sweet smile and a school girl twist she sent him on his way, watching each brisk step while mentally counting seconds. "Now then," Rio's voice dropped in volume and a near octive as balatant sweetness was not a trick she would waste on Lestat. "If you don't mind, I'd like a closer look at that." A cheeky smile emerged as though she thought she would win this round of her own silly tricks.