[Azriel] The Visitor

Smut log of doom. Kidding.
Aire drops in on Azriel and Verayes and has a 'proposition' for Az.

Characters: Verayes, Azriel, Airednas

Item Shop - Traverse Town

This is a quaint little shop with oaken floors and walls much like a log cabin, and wooden steps leading down into the main area. The item shop is rather small and unimpressive with a warm fireplace in one corner and a glass cabinet at the other end from which numerous items are displayed in. There is also a ladder leading to the upper level and disappearing from sight. A young man stands behind the glass cabinet, wearing a friendly smile and offering help to any who ask it.

Contents:
Verayes
Airednas
Obvious exits:
<Out> [leads to 'Traverse Town - Business District']

"Morning..." Airednas offers upon the open door, slipping into the warm room with a quick smile at the owner. "Or afternoon, I suppose... so hard to tell in this town..." Trailing to a soft silence, the ending words tinged with bitterness, before another smile, warm, sensual, deliberate as it is to shadow the peek of gloom.

"Hello there, Miss Sil'Lac." The owner greets with a warm smile of his own, oblivious to the momentary slip. "Here for more ingredients, I got a stock of..."

"Ah... no." Airednas declines with a faint shake of her head. "I'm actually here..." A pointed glance up to the ceiling. "Azriel? Is he available?"

"Oh...?" Curious mingling in the man's tone. "You and Az..."

"Is he up there?" She cuts off quickly, a quirk of her lips in amusement at the man's suggestive inquiry. Melting into full mirth at the man's nod, thumping up the stairs with little grace to knock on the door.

<OOC> Verayes says, "omg he's mine bitch"
<OOC> Verayes catfights. xD
<OOC> Azriel is no-one's bitch sob

Leaves rustle in the balcony, stirred not by any incoming breeze but a careful hand; brushing aside the fronds of a fern and adjusting the tilted mirror just above a stand of strangely-hued blooms, Azriel emerges from between two rows of flowering plants, bits of leaf and loam sprinkled liberally over the old clothes he's clad in. Squinting in the direction of the door, he pulls off his gloves, dropping them on a nearby table in a hurried fashion, and makes his way through the miniature garden and the living room to answer it.

"Wonder who it is," he murmurs vaguely, pulling off his glasses and peering into the peephole. Surprise paints his face for the few seconds he stares, just before remembering to actually -open- the door and keep Airednas from waiting too long. "Oh, it's you, Miss Sil'Lac. Er...did you forget something?" he inquires politely, trying to brush dirt from his tunic without appearing to do so.

<OOC> Airednas says, "@emit "Yes, you." And with that said, Airednas dives into Azriel, slamming upon the youth with her full weight, needy hands and desperate lips seeking contact with his soft, chiseled beauty."
<OOC> Azriel just dies on the spot.
<OOC> Airednas stuffs the corpse up and uses it as a blow up doll. xD

The sound of water is audible in the apartment, a cascade of the clear liquid on some surface. Down the hallway, someone is taking a shower. Steam seeps through the door, billowing out from beneath while a husky voice is heard singing, a bit off tune. The language is foreign and with any knowledge it'd be recognize as Al-Bhed. More singing commences as the sound of water wanes and then disappears into a drip.


"Not... exactly." Appreciative, Airednas watches him, noting him, fascinated... and clears her throat, composing herself once more, cloaking within the coolness of professionalism, yet the hint of that wild, desiring nature lingers, in the casual lean of her shoulder, the hooding gaze of her amber eyes, and the languid, slow-speaking of her inquiry. "Might I come in first?"


Mildly taken aback by what he can discern of Airednas' expression, the black-haired youth merely clears his throat softly, stepping back into the living room - that strangely enough, seems less cluttered than it had been. "Ah, yes, sorry about that. Have a seat..." He gestures at the sofa, somewhat embarassed, though whether from the attention she'd been directing at him or the state of his clothing it's difficult to tell. "Would you like anything to drink?" The noises coming from his shower elicit the slight twitch of one eyebrow, but nothing more.

[Verayes just pops in from the shower stark naked (I need your client-crashing pose here Verayes! My client refused to log it @_@)]

"Thank you." Airednas smiles, gracious, as she should be, moving over to the couch with ease, given the lack of clutter on the ground, sinking into the furniture. "I'm fine, thank yo--"

"..." Follows her arch of brow, twitching steadily up to her hairline as she watches the naked man zoom in and out of the room, a moment of distain crossing her face at his crudeness, mixing with a woman's appreciation for a member of the opposite sex, and lastly, a scientist's interest in finding a perfect example of a fine specimen.

Distant, desire, and calculation, odd mix as it is, until she smiles, courteous in trained grace, though her hands remain at her side. "Pleasant, sir. Though I must say, I cannot seem to recall your name."


The embarassment that had been heretofore been but a faint, easily dismissible thing now flares fully to life in Azriel's astonished expression. Opening his mouth, only to shut it again, it's only when he does recover a measure of his composure that he manages, through gritted teeth, "That's why you get a towel from the hall closet -before- you take a shower." The hilarity of the situation doesn't wholly escape him, however; "Or did you forget where the closet actually -was-?"

To Airednas he only shakes his head, and offers her a weak smile in apology. "I'm...sorry you had to see that, ah...miss. Though you've been trained in giving medical aid, so I suppose you see that kind of thing quite uh...often."


A loud laugh erupts from Verayes' lips as he glances over at Azriel. "Like you ain't never seen one before, not even yer own? Don't be telling me ya that prude, eh?" he comments with a gruff voice. A calloused hand slips down there, wrapping around the lower half of the length as he wiggles it at Azriel then gestures with his hand, slapping the heavy meat on the palm of his other hand. "It ain't gonna hurt no one, well maybe if it's like their first time or there ain't no spit--" Verayes says, admiring himself as he thinks out loud. A pause, "Right...hall closet" he concludes with a grin before frolicking over to the closet and then disappearing into the bathroom.


Vague amusement replaces the initial distain, Airednas adopts a look of polite interest as the tanned man continues with his... exposition, keeping her eyes to a decent place, /after/ a look at the prime of the showing, a tug at the corners of her lips betraying her amusement of the situation.

"What a nice roommate you have." She comments to Azriel, biting sarcastic mingling with genuine humor. "Where ever did you find that fellow?"


Drawing a deep breath, Azriel just collapses onto the sofa, throwing his hands up in exasperation. "As you can see he's quite a find, yes. Perfectly charming!" Propping his head on his hands, he stares moodily off into the hallway where Verayes had gone. "It's a wonder he's housebroken. Maybe you'd care to keep him?"

Leaning back and sinking his elbows comfortably atop the backrest, he angles a querying gaze at Airednas, pursing his lips. "You certainly didn't come here to see how he was, or did you?"


A clamor can be heard, if only for a bit, then silence. Finally, Verayes emerges from the bathroom, hands working with the towel on his head to dry his hair, the action is chaotic, a furious rubbing here and there. He emerges fully clothed, boots tied, pants and shirt on. "Better?" he calls out to Azriel with a grin, before moving towards the kitchen. Glass clinks together as he pours himself a cup of coffee. "You two want any coffee, eh?" he adds glancing over his shoulder and into the living room.


"No, thank you." Airednas retorts, warm in her open amusement of the situation. "I do believe I am already busy enough with my schedule... an added houseguest might ruin the pattern, you see, especially one as... /rare/ as he is."

Slim hand lacing together in her lap, a deliberate posture of thoughtfulness as she continues, unmindful of Azriel's narrow of eyes. "And truly, Azriel, how /would/ I know I'd be given a view of..." Pausing at Verayes' reappearance, she halts her comment, waiting until he walks over to the kitchen before calling loudly. "I'm fine, thanks!"

"Anyway..." Amber eyes refocusing on Azriel. "I was actually hoping for a bit of help... name it... mutual benefit, if you will..."


Idly picking at a loose thread on the sofa's worn upholstery, Azriel cants his head at the young woman, sparing Verayes a similarly-voiced, "No, thank you," before returning his attention to Airednas.

"Mutual benefit in what respect?" The youth observes their visitor's face closely, a scrutiny that would be almost casual if it weren't for the steady manner in which his gaze held her own. "Do elaborate. You've piqued my interest."


Shrugging, Verayes down his mug off coffee before slipping into the living room. "All right, I'll be in the balcony" he adds, scopping out a book from under the table before slipping out into the terrace.

<OOC> Airednas tries to think of something Az needs. xD
<OOC> Verayes says, "A GOOD FUCK"
<OOC> Airednas slaps xD
<OOC> Airednas says, "In potion making."

"I was trained to be a medic." Airednas states simply, sparing a glance at the disappearing Verayes, before her attention resumes on the pale youth. "... among some other things. Upon my arrival in this town, I've retaken my position in this field. Though given this location, as oppose to my world of origin, certain..." A light frown marring her smooth visage, following with a faint shake of her head, a mere shadow in amber eyes, a distasteful memory best forgotten. "My profession requires much, and while I am by no means incapable, the... few ventures into the wilderness pass this town left much improvements to be desired. You are a good potion-maker, Azriel." She states, simple after a pause. "I would like a partnership."


"And purchasing from me would be no doubt easier than waiting for shipments elsewhere, correct?" Azriel considers this a moment, the deep blue of his eyes dark with thought. "That is if you wished to buy in bulk. Though you speak of a partnership; I'm not one to assume you mean only to recompense me with monetary gain."

The young man slants a measuring look at Airednas. "What have you to offer then? I can supply you if that's what you're really after; although the prices of potions here are a little steeper than what you can get them for in other worlds, because of the availability of ingredients, they are far more easily obtainable and the difference, negligible."


Relaxing into the couch, Airednas gestures with a wave of her arm, the room full of potted plants. "Like I said, while I've knowledge in such, I fell lacking in other departments." A pause, and she leans forward, intent on Azriel. "I desire your service, given your reputation in this town. As for what I offer..."

Here, she pauses once more, choosing her words with care. "What is it that you desire?"

<OOC> Azriel says, "*cries* My head is swimming in smuttiness XD"
<OOC> Azriel says, "so i can't help it XD"
<OOC> Airednas says, "Ahahahaha. Slut. XD"
<OOC> Azriel says, "it's that fic sob"
<OOC> Airednas says, "Closet whore."
<OOC> Airednas says, "Servicing Verayes like that."
<OOC> Azriel says, "sob you said it wasn't what you had in mind XD"
<OOC> Airednas says, ""I hate you." *feels up* "I hate you." *sucks* "I hate you." *gets screwed* xD"
<OOC> Azriel makes sure he never comes out of his room past 9 pm T_T
<OOC> Airednas says, "What a good little boy you are. Let's get you a niiiiice treat for being so goooooood. XD"
<OOC> Azriel locks the door T_T

A laugh, strangely hollow, issues from Azriel's lips. "What -I- desire? Question me more on what I need, rather." He curls a hand in his lap, staring at his half-bent, open palm. "This town is shriveling up in the shadows; while its people still live and go on with their daily lives, here I will remain. The plants won't grow without sunlight. If there were a way to bring the sun back to this town, I'd find it."

"I've spent a good few years here, just putting my time and effort into a job that has little by way of rewards. I've reconciled myself with the fact I may never leave. If you can find a way to make my work less of a burden and more worthwhile that's almost enough for me. Understand, though," here he smiles humourlessly, "I do need to make ends meet."


"Desire is not much different from need, Azriel." Airednas murmurs, her eyes training to his. "My arrival has been recent, though I've given my best in adjustment. I find that a life with a cause, /any/ cause, serves better than the... despair."

A shift of her shoulder, and her hand, slip, light, soft, in a tense brush, touch of skin upon skin. "I am a healer at profession, if not at heart, Azriel..." Amber, still training to blue. "My offer, your desire...?"


Lips parting in half-formed protest, the young man startles forward and pales at that light brush of contact, only to flush, if fleetingly. "Don't..." he says hoarsely, tensing. To the woman he lifts his gaze, faintly incredulous, seeking and uncertain - "You mean to give...the...." Struggling visibly for words, he finds only enough to say, forgetting, in his agitation, to call the medic by surname, his eyes wide, "Our desires aren't for up for bartering with, Airednas. In many respects and in many trades, I would suppose so, but not this one..."


"But it is." Whispering, husky in certainty, Airednas flashes the other a brief smile. "I find release upon the fulfillment of desire, and such is merely another cause to cling on.... Azriel." Her face turning serious with the pronounce of his name. "This is mine to offer, and yours to receive, and give, if you will. You are capable, as am I, and it would be beneficial, for the body, if not the mind as well."

"However..." Lidding her eyes, she looks away, a quick glance towards the balcony. "Think of this. I desire your service in the medicinal foremost than I desire of your body, and while I embrace my desire, I also deem myself the line between business and pleasure..." Leaving the rest unsaid, she peers over to Azriel again, expectation in her posture, and her gaze.


"You realise," Azriel pauses, wetting his lips as though they'd gone dry - whether from nervousness or embarassment cannot be told - "I never was one to deal in the two without getting them mixed up; it may sound terribly boring, but there is a very distinct difference in how I commit myself. One I would rather delight in and take my time with; the other demands more of me. Business is business and the gods forbid that it should be otherwise." A trace of wryness enters his voice then; "Whether in me you could actually find some pleasure now...that would be surprising. Few look behind the dry potion-counter and the wares in it to see what they can find."

With that he puts his glasses on, the spectacles seeming to age him a few years more. "I'm not sure what to tell you, only that...you caught me off guard, and I need to think."

<OOC> Azriel says, "you're scaring him lol"
<OOC> Airednas says, "sob lies"
<OOC> Azriel says, "he's not a slut sob"
<OOC> Airednas says, "LIES. xD"
<OOC> Airednas says, "Closet whore. xD"
<OOC> Azriel says, "there's no hidden fire burning in these loins sob"

"As you wish." Airednas replies calmly, the subtle of seduction suddenly gone from her posture, shifting to one of cool business-like. Amber gleaming in interest, not born of carnal desire, but of scientific calculation. "Now, my current stock of basic healing potions has been diminishing, and while it's not difficult to brew, the vital ingredients consisting of..."

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(To: Azriel and Airednas) Verayes pages: @emit Laughter can be heard as two figures dash in from the street, slipping into the alley and its cloak of shadows. "C'mere you" says Verayes spanking Azriel lightly as he turns him around and pushes him against the wall. Azriel moans as the two kiss deeply, hands exploring, sliding beneath clothes and cupping each others body. Grunts and moans being louder as they grind together, tongues exploring as flesh melds together. XD
(To: Azriel and Airednas) Verayes pages: sob anyway
You paged Verayes and Airednas with '..........................................................'.
(To: Azriel and Verayes) Airednas pages: AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
(To: Azriel and Verayes) Airednas pages: omfg that BELONGS ON THE LJ WHORE!
(To: Azriel and Airednas) Verayes pages: omg xD
You paged Verayes and Airednas with 'you bitch sob'.
Long distance to Verayes and Airednas: Azriel SPANKS
(To: Azriel and Airednas) From afar, Verayes works on Azriel x Verayes. xD
(To: Azriel and Verayes) Airednas pages: In HEAT, WHORE! XD
(To: Azriel and Verayes) Airednas pages: xDD;;
(To: Azriel and Verayes) Airednas pages: Azriel's Uke-san.
(To: Azriel and Verayes) Airednas pages: Vera needs to top him. Screw off some of his prissiness. XD
(To: Azriel and Airednas) Verayes pages: sob it'll start with verayes walking in on azriel using his potions as dildos sob
(To: Azriel and Airednas) Verayes pages: rofl
You paged Verayes and Airednas with '...'.
You paged Verayes and Airednas with 'cry'.

<OOC> Airednas says, "What's he wearing? :D"
<OOC> Azriel says, "old clothes covered with dirt sob"
<OOC> Airednas says, "omg"
<OOC> Airednas says, "Like, sob, a water lily."
<OOC> Azriel says, "..."
<OOC> Azriel kicks.
<OOC> Airednas says, "Beautiful, despite all the muck around it."
<OOC> Airednas drools after Az even more. xDDDDDDDDDd
<OOC> Azriel cries, "Verayes, the strange woman is going to eat me."
<OOC> Airednas says, "sob yes, defend your bottom's virtue, Vera."
<OOC> Verayes says, "haha"
<OOC> Airednas says, "Come out of the shower, all nekkid."
<OOC> Verayes says, "I plan to XD"
<OOC> Azriel says, "..."
<OOC> Airednas says, "With Momo clinging on to your sob, dick. xD"
<OOC> Airednas says, "xDDD;;;;;"
<OOC> Verayes says, "OMG"
<OOC> Verayes says, "sob I draw the line"
<OOC> Azriel ............THUD
<OOC> Airednas says, "sob"