Celestia City

[Remus_Deveron]

*He walks into the Inn looking for the fresh sweet smell that is filling his lungs. As he steps through the door his 6'1" frame fills the foyer. Hanging his Black duster off to the side he moves through the crowd. Ever so light on his feet, most mistook him for royalty with the grace of his fluid motion and not what he truly was. As he glides to the bar the lights dance off his crimson silk shirt. His olive skin seems pail in the soft light of the room.*

*As he takes the open seat next to her, he pulls his chair out, inhaling deeply and knows he has found her. Speaking softly to bartender he orders* "Un verre de vitae s'il vous plaît." *Nodding to a few he knows, reaches for his glass as it is set down, slowly taking a sip he smiles.*

 

[Daliha]

*Daliha stepped through the door surround by a few of her closest friends. They’d ganged up on her and nearly ripped her cloths off to make her change and come out for the night. She stood 5’ 2” in barefeet, but in the lovely heeled boots she was almost 5’ 6”. She wasn’t sure how her feet were going to feel later, but they made her feel sexy. She wore a black skirt of silk that danced about her calves as she snaked her way through the small gathering. There were plenty of tables and stools open, but everyone seemed to just enjoy standing around. The neckline of her dress scooped softly, pooling silk over her bosom, arms covered in a flutter of cloth that barely covered her upper arm.

Her violet gaze seemed to dance about the room, never lingering on any one person. Her raven mane floated about her back, skimming over the top of her rear. The small group made their way to the bar, slipping onto bar stools. Tables were too much trouble with people bumping into them. She’d just ordered when the other ladies next to her turned towards the door and smiled. Of course she knew why they looked like women on a diet checking out a desert menu, a man. Daliha didn’t bother turning though. She’d had enough of men and their crap to last a lifetime. Instead she ordered her white wine and just shook her head at them.

 

[Remus_Deveron]

*Remus looks at her with his emerald green eye's. His smile is warm, and friendly. Not wanting to bother the lovely woman who looks like she does not really want to be out. He sits and sips his drink letting her aroma swim around inside his head. He can feel what everyone in the room is doing. can hear what everyone is saying. Laughing to him self he waits for the man in the back to come and ask her to dance. Shaking his head he speaks softly* "Some people just can't read the moods of other" *Remus turns to watch the scene as it unfolds.*

 

[Daliha]

Daliha smiled at her friends as they watched the man enter. From the way they were gawking she knew he was sitting right behind her. Oh brother, she thought. The other three women did a mini huddle, peeking over at the guy. She decided then that the night was going to be very long. Her smile never faulted, even when some guy came up and asked her to dance. “No, thanks. It was sweet of you to ask though.” She’d turned slighting on the stool to face the guy and regretted it. His reply was harsh, “Fine...be stuck up bitch.” She was shocked and almost told him to go fuck himself, but she bit her lip and kept the words to herself. The last thing she needed was trouble.

 

[Remus_Deveron]

*Remus shook his head. He motioned for the bartender.* Un autre verre de vitae s'il vous plaît et un vin différent pour la dame." *He sits looking straight ahead not paying attention to anyone else anymore. Feeling the rage come off the young lady her scent grew stronger. He was fighting temptation to take her now. The bartender returns with Remus's glass of vitae and places a glass of wine in front of her. Remus just nods to the lady nothing more.*

 

[Daliha]

*Her violet gaze shifted towards the man at her right, hearing the words and wondering what language it was. From his lips it sounded almost like a soft caressing whisper, though the bar tender had little trouble hearing every word of it over the music. Quickly she removed her gaze from him before he thought she was staring or something. At least her friends had taste. She’d caught the glint of emeralds in his eyes and found the shape of his lips soft, kissable. Daliha shook her head at the silly idea. She wasn’t here to pick anyone up or to be picked up herself.

She was about to turn her attention to her friends when she caught a movement from the corner of her eye. It was nothing more than the bar tender, but he was placing another drink at her elbow. Of course she hadn’t order and was about to tell him so when she saw the slight nod from the guy next to her. When he didn’t do or say anything more she smiled. Maybe there were a few desent men left in the world. She gave him a soft, warm smile, lifting the glass to her lips to sip. “Thank you...” She turned then, talking with her friends as they of course made eyes at the guy. He was handsome, she’d give him that, but handsome equalled trouble in her books.*

 

[Remus_Deveron]

*Smiling back softly whispers "You welcome mon amour." Hearing the questions in the room he knows her friends will soon be gone. As suddenly as the words cross his mind a group of men walk over and start chatting up the lady's. As he sets his glass down his hand softly brushes against her's. Feeling the creamy soft skin drives him mad. He can't help but to look at the beautiful woman to apologize to her.*

 

[Daliha]

*Hear head tilted slightly, wondering what he’d just said. Of course she knew the first part, but not the second. She was sure that amour meant love though. Foreign men were odd, but a nice change from the ones around here. Daliha hear the nose behind her and turned to find her friends surrounded by men. Well that was her queue to leave. She should have just stayed home. Shaking her raven mane she glanced over at the gentleman, smiling inwardly and then back to her friends. “You guys go on without me. No really...you don’t need a spare tire.” The women glared at her, but they weren’t putting up much of a fight to get her to stay.

His touch was like a little electric shock and caused her to turn, meeting his emerald gaze with her own violet orbs and then she was lost. Within the depths of his eyes she saw his soul, tender and passionate. The vision left her breathless. For a moment she could not move, but then everything around her crashed back into focus. “Good night sir.” She carefully stepped back and began to make her way towards the door. *

 

[Remus_Deveron]

*He spoke to her as she started to leave. "Would you join me for a drink M'Lady?" His eye's taking in her full beauty for the first time. If he needed to breath she would have left him breathless. He watched as her skirt flowed around her. The way her top formed to her body. He didn't know if he could take her life anymore. He wanted more then that. More then anything he felt depriving the world of such beauty would be criminal.*

 

[Daliha]

*Daliha paused, turning to meet his gaze once more and found herself lost in their beauty once more. “That’s really kind of you, but I wouldn’t be very good company...and I’m sure someone more lovely would be glad to join you.” She smiled sweetly, her tender lips curling at the edges until the smile was nearly brilliant with warmth. “Perhaps...we’ll meet again and we can have a drink together.” Everything inside her was screaming how stupid she was, but something else was telling her to run. Sighing softly she turned and headed towards the door, snaking her way through. She had just gotten halfway through when a hand reached and grabbed her rear. She turned, ready to slap the crap out of whomever it was and there he was, the jerk from before. Her violet eyes shimmered and darkened till they were nearly amethyst orbs. “Buddy, touch me again and I will make sure you don’t ever had kids.” *

 

[Remus_Deveron]

*As if he had been next to her the whole time Remus was at her side. He carefully placed his hand on her waist. Motioning for the door he spoke to her. "Come mon amour let us go. Before you hurt someone tonight." Not sure if she would react well he prepared for her wrath. At the same time he hoped for her to agree and join him.*

 

[Daliha]

*For a moment Daliha was caught off guard, enjoying the feel of his hand on her waist far too much. By the time they made it outside her senses had returned and she slipped away from. “That was very nice of you, but I shouldn’t keep you.” She was being polite and was just a little unnerved at the reaction he was causing. She turned as if to go and stopped, glancing over her shoulder to him. “What is it that you keep calling me?” Her voice was soft as she spoke, and for a moment she wasn’t sure he would hear her.*

 

[Remus_Deveron]

"Mon amour you are not keeping me from anything. I am just out and about tonight. You look as if you need a friend. I was hoping you might join me for some coffee. Only there will I answer any and all of you're questions." *He offers her his duster in the cool night air.*

 

[Daliha]

*She looked to him, listening as he spoke. There was something within the words, perhaps the tone that seemed to draw her closer, but she hesitate a moment. It was only coffee and since she was out she wasn’t too much feeling like going home just yet. It had taken an hour to get ready and less than an hour for her to want nothing more than to be home. “Where would you like to get coffee?” If he said his place she wasn’t going. But maybe if it was a cafe that was close she would go. Without even thinking she stepped into the offered coat. Instantly she was wrapped in his masculine scent and that of leather. It reminded her of a couple of candles she had at home, one was a leather scent and the other they joke was the sexy man smell. *

 

[Remus_Deveron]

"Well their is this little jazz place a couple of streets over. I mean if you like jazz? Or we could go to the Coffee Club downtown." He smiled softly as he lost himself in her deep violet eye's. They reminded him of the color in the sky just before the sun dies out for the night.*

 

[Daliha]

*Her smile softly grew. “It just so happens I love jazz. “ She thought about it for a moment longer, as if she needed to. None of her friends liked jazz and she didn’t always like going alone. “Sure...that sounds nice.” The hue of her gaze warmed and softened till they seemed to shimmer with joy.*

 

[Remus_Deveron]

*He takes out his keys. Opening the door to his '67 mustang. Its color matches that of her eye's. Softly as if almost a whisper he ask's her."Unless you would rather walk mon amour?" Almost hoping she will except the ride. His eye's are locked onto her's. He is unsure if he will ever be able to get them out of his mind. Even if he can let her live. There color seems to flow like a river shimmering in the moon light.*

 

[Daliha]

*Her eyes grew at the sight of the car. If she had one weakness besides jazz it was cars. Slowly she ran her hand over the hood, caressing it as if it were alive. “She beautiful...” Hell she didn’t even know the man’s name and here she was running off with him to some jazz club, but in a very sharp ride her brain told her. “The club isn’t far...but I’d love to have a ride. How long have you had her?” *

 

[Remus_Deveron]

"I bought her about 6 years ago." * He closes the door with hardly a click. As he climbs into the driver seat he turns to her. "My name is Remus mon amour." The car roared to life and they were off. Like a bullet from a gun they flew down the road. Yes the jazz club was blocks away, but he wanted her to have a chance to enjoy the ride. He took her down by the river before turning back towards the club. A smile crept across his face as her aroma filled the inside of the car. The ride lasted but a few minuets. He could tell she would have like it to be longer. But caution was the need at this moment. As they arrived the soft sounds of B.B. King flowed from inside.*

 

[Daliha]

*“She’s beautiful.” It wasn’t lost on her that the car was purple, but it was a beautiful purple. Her eyes went to his as she slid into her seat, watching him close the door. When he got in, answering her unspoken question she was only a bit surprised. It was just a polite thing to do. “My names Daliha...Remus.” Of course he’d still not answered her other question, but there was still time. As they are shot out into the street she had to bit her lip to keep from giggling like a school girl with joy. She loved the fact that he took a small detour before heading straight to the club. When they pulled over she could hear the sounds of B.B. King filling the night air. “Sounds like a lively place.” She set her hand on the door latch and paused, looking into his eyes and froze.*

 

[Remus_Deveron]

*His eye's locked onto her's "Mon amour means my love." he did not know why he felt like it was the right time to answer. "Is there something wrong?" He gently brushed her hair back. Off her face so he could see the full beauty of her. He felt a tremble as her touched her, and felt her eye's boring down into his soul. At that very moment he felt she knew. Knew more about him the anyone had even ventured to guess. It shocked him. It scared him. He did not know what to do he could not take her nor could he just let her go. He regained his composure and waited for her answer. The whole moment lasted but a second. But to him it was a lifetime.*

 

[Daliha]

*His love? He didn’t even know her. Maybe it was just some foreign thing, but then why did it speak to something deep within her. It was as if she’d known him in another lifetime. But that wasn’t possible because she didn’t believe in things like that. When his fingers brushed her cheek she felt the shock once more and nearly purred at the tenderness. Her violet eyes met his once more and locked. She was drifting again, gazing into the depth of his eyes to his very soul and it screamed of ages gone by. Carefully she took her hand from the handle and lay it against his, pressing it to her cheek. “That sounds so lovely, though you don’t know me. There’s nothing wrong.” She’d actually paused because so far he was a gentleman and gentlemen opened doors for women.*

 

[Remus_Deveron]

*He nodded to her and taking his hand slowly from her face he got out of the car. Walking to her door he opened it and offered her a hand out. "Mon amour there is so much lovely music raising from inside let us go and join in the festivity's." His eye's and smile seemed to brighten up the darkest night. The sounds of Ella Fitzgerald have now filled the night."

 

[Daliha]

*She watched him leave, almost saddened and then turned to find him already opening her door. He was fast, that’s for sure. Her slender hand slipped into his, caressing the flesh beneath hers. “Yes, it sounds like lots of fun.” Her smile grew and she could not help but notice that his eyes and even his smile seemed to have brightened a bit.*

 

[Remus_Deveron]

*As her hand slides into his he gently lifts her from the car. Gently kissing the back of her hand, he leads her into the club. It's not as busy as it should be for a Friday night, but then it was only 7:30 and people were just starting to show up. As they enter a kind old man joins them asking for their coats. Sliding the duster off her smooth skin he hands it over to him. "Pouvons nous avoir une cabine de privet s'il vous plaît? Et du vin blanc pour la dame. Et vitae pour me." They were lead to a booth in the back away from everyone else with a view of a modest dance floor. As they sat their drinks arrived.*