[As he's looking around with some curiosity and given how far he walked...
...
He doesn't hear the hint. However, given that he doesn't really see any sign of her, he's already turning around to make his way back to the foyer, still taking his time to see how restless he can make her.
However, as he passes a darkened area, he feels something prick the back of his neck, like a bite. Alarmed he whirls around and rubs the back of his neck, but he doesn't see or feel anything. Nothing except a cool wind and a strange chill along his skin.
...
Is it part of the dream...? The setting?
He feels strangely unsettled, but not sensing anything else and since no actual blood was drawn, he continues walking forward.
Unaware of the two small holes hidden beneath his hair, a purple glow sealing them shut with black smoke.]
[Tifa runs to the locked door to press her ear to it, listening for his familiar gait in the halls... though she can't quite pick it up. So, she paces around the room, that heat that had pooled in her belly only growing hotter as she's forced to wait.
What for? She could just go look for him, run to him and give herself away, but that would ruin part of the fun, and the whole point of this dreamscape, wouldn't it? She wants him to look for her, wants him to find her, and when he does...
She glances at the wine with a bite to her lip before she finds herself at the door again, opening it just a crack.
...
And wincing when a soft creeeak echoes into the front hall.]
[He had just neared the entrance to the foyer when he hears that creeeeeak, his ears pricking at the sound. Glancing up at the floor above, he smirks.
Of course it would be upstairs. And yet...
Slowly he'll ascend the stairs...idly wondering if he has any special "vampire abilities" the stories like to write about. Abilities that he's not so sure the vampires of his world share. But he takes his time, making Tifa wait even more, and as he nears the top of the stairs he feels a strange throb at the back of his neck. Again he frowns, briefly rubbing it, but it goes away just as quickly.
His thoughts are further distracted when he can now catch her scent, something sweet and enticing coming from where the partially opened door is. He looks down it, eyes unknowingly gleaming....
...
Before he turns the other direction and deliberately walks away, smirking to himself.]
[No special powers... Tifa is a simple girl with simple desires, and right now, she desires her husband to come and find her before even she loses her patience.
And there's a light tingle when she hears his footsteps coming up the stairs, that tiny ache growing again, and she quickly rushes away from the door to pretend like she had been doing something else—examining the tapestries or the sheets that are way fancier than anything she's ever slept on—before he can come in.
...
....?
Except that he doesn't.
Listening, his footsteps seem to be going away from the bedroom?
There's no way that he would not even notice her there? He'd at least be able to hear her or catch that familiar scent of vanilla and starflowers.
With a pout, she tiptoes to the door and peeks through the crack, and when she doesn't see him, she slips out into the dimly lit landing. She looks around but there's no sign of Eustace anywhere anymore...
Ah, he wants to play too, huh?
So, she follows the direction his footsteps had led her down the hall to see if she can find him, quietly tiptoeing after.]
[He doesn't need vampire abilities to hear and sense her coming. He could hear the sound of the door, and as quiet as she tries to be, his sensitive hearing picks up the soft, otherwise silent footfalls of her steps. But for whatever reason, perhaps because of being a vampire (or so he thinks), he again picks up her scent...
But it's different.
It's not just her physical scent, which carries that sweet fragrance of their starflowers, but something else. Something.... That actually makes his throat dry and almost makes him want to turn and rush at her now.
Almost.
It's a strange feeling, but again he thinks it's just the setting of the dream. Hungry vampire thirsting for his next meal and all. Makes sense, anyway, and with the "prey" being his own wife, well. Only natural he would have other "thirsts" as well.
Yet he doesn't want to make this too easy for her still. Knowing she wants him in a certain location, he'll lure her farther away still. Give her some distance to "run" should she want that kind of chase, and if not, well. Just more ways to prolong the inevitable. And he could have a little bit of fun, too...
So Tifa will find herself walking for a while, Eustace still nowhere to be seen. But it grows darker, the candlights so dim she can barely see, and a strange chill seeps into the air.]
[Still, Tifa continues down the halls with her now in pursuit of him. How he managed to turn the tables on her, she doesn't know but he somehow always finds a way to surprise her. If this were real, she should be afraid... she would be, of that strange chill that seeps into the air, of the way that the candles dim, of the darkness and the silence that follows her and clings to her...
But for this, it just makes it that much more thrilling. She could control it, but she chooses to let him play, too, even as she tiptoes through the long, dark hall, listening for his footsteps. And with how fast her heart is racing, she wonders if maybe he's gained some ability to hear it. To smell the way her blood thunders through her veins until it all pools into the ache that he started before they even entered the dream.
She's unafraid as she continues her own hunt, stopping to check in every other room only to find the same things—dusty crates and boxes, cobwebs, and a few items she wouldn't dare speak of aloud, but she'd read about in her books.
Even though she knows he can probably hear her, when the floorboard creaks under her feet, it makes jump, her gasp echoing louder than the squeak of the wood through the corridor.
If she wasn't on edge before, she certainly is now, her pulse quickening and a shiver running through her bones as she gathers the skirt of her old-fashioned dress in her hands and presses onward.
[It's then that she'll hear it—the loud flutter of a cape, followed by the blur of a large shadow, the movements strong enough to cause a current in the air that extinguishes all the candles around her.]
[One thing after another startles her—the flutter, the shadow, the wind that blows out all of the candles until she's left in the dark...
...
Though she doesn't call out to him like she normally would. And, after a light, playful grin, her heart hammering now in her chest, Tifa puts on the act of being an innocent girl who just seems to have lost her way as she whirls around.]
[She whirls around at that tingly heat along the back of her neck, trying to bite back that smile when she doesn't see him, because no—that isn't part of this! She isn't supposed to be giggling or flushed, though the latter can't be helped. A good thing that it's so much darker in here now.]
N-no...!
[If only she was as good at acting as she was at punching things. There's a pause as she tries to remember the (very cliché) beginning of the book.]
I got a little lost... in the woods, and came here to seek shelter from the rain...!
[Her back goes taut when she feels his touch up her spine, sending shivers and goosebumps rising all over her as she continues to spin to the sound of his voice. Her heart may very well find its way out of her at the rate that it's going, so fast that she can barely keep up with the flutter it stirs in her stomach with excitement.]
[He really shouldn't be having as much fun as he is, but Eustace quietly chuckles before an arm wraps around her from behind, right beneath her chest as a white gloved hand already sliding firmly up the front of her throat as he tilts her head away from him, lips right by her ear.]
[She shouldn't be so surprised by it, but when she feels him press to her back, his hand finding her throat, she stiffens with a gasp, her body instinctively arching towards him.
Tifa tries to keep the breathlessness out of her voice, but it's his right in her ear, his own breath hot against the sensitive flesh there that has her failing terribly again at doing so.
How long will she actually be able to keep up this little act, she wonders?]
[Low, quiet words as her scent fills him now that he's so close. His fingers slowly slide and trace over the artery whose pulse beats so strongly beneath his touch. A strange ache fills him, that wanton desire for her taste almost overwhelming.
Almost.]
...So what can you offer me?
[He asks as the hand at her chest starts to move and rove higher towards the front where those hooks lie, fingers already forcibly tugging at them—but only to tease, not pull them apart yet.]
[So soon, she thinks to herself, as his fingers roam over her pulse. She can't cave, she doesn't want to cave... not yet, no matter how much she wants to wrap her legs around him and bury his face into her neck, but there is a low whine that bubbles in her throat, spilling out as he gives that corset a powerful tug.]
I am only a humble maid... but I can offer you money. Jewels, if that's what you want.
[She breaks character only a little when his breath tickles a particularly sensitive spot just below her ear.]
Just for one night... that's all I ask. Please. [She doesn't mean for that word to come out so desperately.] It's so dark and cold outside in the rain...
[—a maid now? What kind of novel was Tifa reading—
Whatever, it's all starting to go in one ear and out the other. Rather than her words, it's her voice that he listens to. Feels how those chords hum and vibrate within her throat.]
One night...
[His lips brush against her ear as his hand has reached the top of her corset.]
I can grant you that... But it won't be just one night.
[A sharp nip to her ear before he tugs hard on that first clasp, the feeble hook snapping beneath his strength as he runs it completely down.]
[As he nips on her ear and that first clasp snaps undone all at the same time, it draws a sudden gasp out of her.]
Eus—
[She stops herself before the rest of his name can make it out of her, and she'll snap her fingers around his wrist in an effort to stop him before he goes too far here.]
More than one night? ... Well. Is there a place I could clean up? I'm a little... dirty from the rain.
[He'll no doubt feel the heat blooming off of her as the colour deepens all across her flesh because dear Shiva, she cannot believe she just said that.]
[A low laugh when he hears that little slip, which only continues at her attempts to stay in character.]
Doesn't matter...
[His lips are now at her neck—]
You'll be a mess when I'm through with you.
[—before he bites into her skin. Not with his fangs, however, though he feels a strange ache as he can now so closely sense and smell her blood. It's a hard but teasing bite, a rough nibble as he lightly chews on her flesh.]
[If she doesn't stop him now, then they will never make it back to the bedroom—
And as his teeth sink gently over the flesh of her neck, she keens, the sound so loud that it echoes through the empty, dark corridor.]
Please... sir...
[Her voice is so lost and so quiet that she isn't even sure she says it aloud as she clambers her hand back for purchase lest she drop to her knees right there.]
Just... allow me this one thing and I promise I will give you whatever you want. You can have all the money and jewels.
At this point, she wonders if it will even do anything? If it will matter when it's clear as day that they both want the same thing, and that is to get on with the night. Though, there is something to be said about the thrill of it all. The thrill of the chase, of the back and forth that they haven't really known in a long time... too comfortable in their ways that she had wanted to "spice things up", as they say.
It's clear she just isn't very good at it. Time to practice some more.....]
... But you can have so much more if you're just patient.
[That is both in and out of this character that she is supposedly playing. Poorly, for what it's worth. A warning to both him and her husband beneath the costume.
Because with one last parting sigh, Tifa will disappear from his arms in a sudden burst of starflowers that all flutter to the ground, as if she'd transformed into them.
But if he follows the scent, it will lead him right back to the bedroom...]
[Patient his ass, he can't be anymore patient than this. And he's about to say as much when he jumps back startled when she...bursts into starflowers?!
...
......
................................
Pft.]
Ha.
[A rough laugh escapes him as he catches a starflower that lingers in the air, bringing it to his lips.]
And you called yourself a mere maid...
[His eyes gleam as he turns down to the hallway, and while he could run down it...
He'll make her wait.
She wants him to patient? Well that means she needs to as well.
So he'll traverse through the dimly lit hall, the candles extinguishing behind him as he approaches the door. Slowly, casually, letting each footfall echo through the manor. Until at last he approaches the door, her scent once more rushing at him, beckoning.
And when he opens it...what will he find waiting?]
[Sometimes being the owner of the dream has its perks, because one moment Tifa is that helpless prisoner in his arms and the next, she's standing in the middle of the room already fresh and cleaned.
Her hair is long and damp, the long black locks turning to waves as they cascade across her back. Her skin as well has the remains of what was a bath, the cotton of her white dress clinging to her as she hooks the corset, though everything is held together so delicately that it's a wonder any of it stays on at all.
The room itself is hot, a steam having settled in that makes her sweat, but there is only that familiar scent that hangs heavy through it all... that one of vanilla and starflowers that he will recognize as only hers.
And when he peers in or enters, he will find her standing in front of the tall vanity mirror brushing her hair...]
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He doesn't hear the hint. However, given that he doesn't really see any sign of her, he's already turning around to make his way back to the foyer, still taking his time to see how restless he can make her.
However, as he passes a darkened area, he feels something prick the back of his neck, like a bite. Alarmed he whirls around and rubs the back of his neck, but he doesn't see or feel anything. Nothing except a cool wind and a strange chill along his skin.
...
Is it part of the dream...? The setting?
He feels strangely unsettled, but not sensing anything else and since no actual blood was drawn, he continues walking forward.
Unaware of the two small holes hidden beneath his hair, a purple glow sealing them shut with black smoke.]
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What for? She could just go look for him, run to him and give herself away, but that would ruin part of the fun, and the whole point of this dreamscape, wouldn't it? She wants him to look for her, wants him to find her, and when he does...
She glances at the wine with a bite to her lip before she finds herself at the door again, opening it just a crack.
...
And wincing when a soft creeeak echoes into the front hall.]
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Of course it would be upstairs. And yet...
Slowly he'll ascend the stairs...idly wondering if he has any special "vampire abilities" the stories like to write about. Abilities that he's not so sure the vampires of his world share. But he takes his time, making Tifa wait even more, and as he nears the top of the stairs he feels a strange throb at the back of his neck. Again he frowns, briefly rubbing it, but it goes away just as quickly.
His thoughts are further distracted when he can now catch her scent, something sweet and enticing coming from where the partially opened door is. He looks down it, eyes unknowingly gleaming....
...
Before he turns the other direction and deliberately walks away, smirking to himself.]
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And there's a light tingle when she hears his footsteps coming up the stairs, that tiny ache growing again, and she quickly rushes away from the door to pretend like she had been doing something else—examining the tapestries or the sheets that are way fancier than anything she's ever slept on—before he can come in.
...
....?
Except that he doesn't.
Listening, his footsteps seem to be going away from the bedroom?
There's no way that he would not even notice her there? He'd at least be able to hear her or catch that familiar scent of vanilla and starflowers.
With a pout, she tiptoes to the door and peeks through the crack, and when she doesn't see him, she slips out into the dimly lit landing. She looks around but there's no sign of Eustace anywhere anymore...
Ah, he wants to play too, huh?
So, she follows the direction his footsteps had led her down the hall to see if she can find him, quietly tiptoeing after.]
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But it's different.
It's not just her physical scent, which carries that sweet fragrance of their starflowers, but something else. Something.... That actually makes his throat dry and almost makes him want to turn and rush at her now.
Almost.
It's a strange feeling, but again he thinks it's just the setting of the dream. Hungry vampire thirsting for his next meal and all. Makes sense, anyway, and with the "prey" being his own wife, well. Only natural he would have other "thirsts" as well.
Yet he doesn't want to make this too easy for her still. Knowing she wants him in a certain location, he'll lure her farther away still. Give her some distance to "run" should she want that kind of chase, and if not, well. Just more ways to prolong the inevitable. And he could have a little bit of fun, too...
So Tifa will find herself walking for a while, Eustace still nowhere to be seen. But it grows darker, the candlights so dim she can barely see, and a strange chill seeps into the air.]
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But for this, it just makes it that much more thrilling. She could control it, but she chooses to let him play, too, even as she tiptoes through the long, dark hall, listening for his footsteps. And with how fast her heart is racing, she wonders if maybe he's gained some ability to hear it. To smell the way her blood thunders through her veins until it all pools into the ache that he started before they even entered the dream.
She's unafraid as she continues her own hunt, stopping to check in every other room only to find the same things—dusty crates and boxes, cobwebs, and a few items she wouldn't dare speak of aloud, but she'd read about in her books.
Even though she knows he can probably hear her, when the floorboard creaks under her feet, it makes jump, her gasp echoing louder than the squeak of the wood through the corridor.
If she wasn't on edge before, she certainly is now, her pulse quickening and a shiver running through her bones as she gathers the skirt of her old-fashioned dress in her hands and presses onward.
Where, oh where, has her husband gone?]
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...
Though she doesn't call out to him like she normally would. And, after a light, playful grin, her heart hammering now in her chest, Tifa puts on the act of being an innocent girl who just seems to have lost her way as she whirls around.]
... Who's there!?
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...
And then feel a sudden heat behind her, right at her neck.]
You don't know?
[And he'll disappear again just as she turns around.]
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N-no...!
[If only she was as good at acting as she was at punching things. There's a pause as she tries to remember the (very cliché) beginning of the book.]
I got a little lost... in the woods, and came here to seek shelter from the rain...!
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For now he'll just slip up behind her again, hand gliding over her spine as he continues to move through the darkness, keeping her on her toes.]
I could grant you that...
For a price.
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Show yourself first...!
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Bold little rabbit.
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Tifa tries to keep the breathlessness out of her voice, but it's his right in her ear, his own breath hot against the sensitive flesh there that has her failing terribly again at doing so.
How long will she actually be able to keep up this little act, she wonders?]
... You must be the master of the house?
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[Low, quiet words as her scent fills him now that he's so close. His fingers slowly slide and trace over the artery whose pulse beats so strongly beneath his touch. A strange ache fills him, that wanton desire for her taste almost overwhelming.
Almost.]
...So what can you offer me?
[He asks as the hand at her chest starts to move and rove higher towards the front where those hooks lie, fingers already forcibly tugging at them—but only to tease, not pull them apart yet.]
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I am only a humble maid... but I can offer you money. Jewels, if that's what you want.
[She breaks character only a little when his breath tickles a particularly sensitive spot just below her ear.]
Just for one night... that's all I ask. Please. [She doesn't mean for that word to come out so desperately.] It's so dark and cold outside in the rain...
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Whatever, it's all starting to go in one ear and out the other. Rather than her words, it's her voice that he listens to. Feels how those chords hum and vibrate within her throat.]
One night...
[His lips brush against her ear as his hand has reached the top of her corset.]
I can grant you that... But it won't be just one night.
[A sharp nip to her ear before he tugs hard on that first clasp, the feeble hook snapping beneath his strength as he runs it completely down.]
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Eus—
[She stops herself before the rest of his name can make it out of her, and she'll snap her fingers around his wrist in an effort to stop him before he goes too far here.]
More than one night? ... Well. Is there a place I could clean up? I'm a little... dirty from the rain.
[He'll no doubt feel the heat blooming off of her as the colour deepens all across her flesh because dear Shiva, she cannot believe she just said that.]
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Doesn't matter...
[His lips are now at her neck—]
You'll be a mess when I'm through with you.
[—before he bites into her skin. Not with his fangs, however, though he feels a strange ache as he can now so closely sense and smell her blood. It's a hard but teasing bite, a rough nibble as he lightly chews on her flesh.]
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And as his teeth sink gently over the flesh of her neck, she keens, the sound so loud that it echoes through the empty, dark corridor.]
Please... sir...
[Her voice is so lost and so quiet that she isn't even sure she says it aloud as she clambers her hand back for purchase lest she drop to her knees right there.]
Just... allow me this one thing and I promise I will give you whatever you want. You can have all the money and jewels.
[Don't make her force it!!!]
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[She's going to have to force it.]
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At this point, she wonders if it will even do anything? If it will matter when it's clear as day that they both want the same thing, and that is to get on with the night. Though, there is something to be said about the thrill of it all. The thrill of the chase, of the back and forth that they haven't really known in a long time... too comfortable in their ways that she had wanted to "spice things up", as they say.
It's clear she just isn't very good at it. Time to practice some more.....]
... But you can have so much more if you're just patient.
[That is both in and out of this character that she is supposedly playing. Poorly, for what it's worth. A warning to both him and her husband beneath the costume.
Because with one last parting sigh, Tifa will disappear from his arms in a sudden burst of starflowers that all flutter to the ground, as if she'd transformed into them.
But if he follows the scent, it will lead him right back to the bedroom...]
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...
......
................................
Pft.]
Ha.
[A rough laugh escapes him as he catches a starflower that lingers in the air, bringing it to his lips.]
And you called yourself a mere maid...
[His eyes gleam as he turns down to the hallway, and while he could run down it...
He'll make her wait.
She wants him to patient? Well that means she needs to as well.
So he'll traverse through the dimly lit hall, the candles extinguishing behind him as he approaches the door. Slowly, casually, letting each footfall echo through the manor. Until at last he approaches the door, her scent once more rushing at him, beckoning.
And when he opens it...what will he find waiting?]
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Her hair is long and damp, the long black locks turning to waves as they cascade across her back. Her skin as well has the remains of what was a bath, the cotton of her white dress clinging to her as she hooks the corset, though everything is held together so delicately that it's a wonder any of it stays on at all.
The room itself is hot, a steam having settled in that makes her sweat, but there is only that familiar scent that hangs heavy through it all... that one of vanilla and starflowers that he will recognize as only hers.
And when he peers in or enters, he will find her standing in front of the tall vanity mirror brushing her hair...]
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So.
[He slowly steps towards her.]
Decided to take a bath without my position...
[An idle glance around.]
...and in my room.
[He then stops behind her.]
You're no ordinary "maid."
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🎀 fin.