Accidental Sect Mistress // Private // ACursedDreamer

[MorbidIce]

Her day had been a slow one, frustatingly so -- Nothing had come of her labours that day, the female having worked with a prospective council member; and that member had backed out, fleeing at the thought of having to serve under such a person. Scowl had found purchase on her face for the rest of the day until the moon was high in the sky; the accidental sect mistress now sitting upon the balcony outside her private floor on the top floor of her hotel.

Wrapped in nothing but a thigh length silk robe, fingers were tapped against the wooden floor, knees tucked beneath her. Cup of coffee sat beside her, steaming it's heat into the unnaturally cold air, the mistress having gone beyond shivering -- Although it didn't keep her from sitting outside, uncaring, dual-colored gaze focussed on the art pad upon her lap. Pencil within her other hand was tapped against the clean paper, thoughts a million miles away as she stared, unseeing.

 

[ACursedDreamer]

The Angel...arrives...

His form moved swiftly across the night sky, wings beating against the darkness. He spotted the hotel in the distance and a smile crept across his face, it would be good to be home. As he drew ever nearer to the building he saw the doors of Noel's balcony open. He became silhouetted by the moon, but only for a moment as he decended...

...within a matter of heart beats he found himself upon the ledge of her balcony, his bare feet gripping the ledge along with a hand as he'd landed in a near feral crouch, his wings extending fully, his already pale body being bathed in moonlight. He said nothing. He just simply stared at Noel.

I wonder if she was this beautiful in life? He thought to himself. It was the same thought he'd had everytime he'd seen her. Faithfully. It was the first one always in his head. He'd never asked such a question however. He bowed his head after stealing a longing glance at her, he'd envied the Master of their sect from the first day he'd met Noel...

 

[MorbidIce]

She hadn't heard Kieran's approach, too far gone in her inner monologues to pay attention to anything around her. In life, Noel had been a dominatrix -- One of a kind, world knowned and just as beautiful as she was now; without the glow mind you. It had once been rumored that some sort of creature resided in Noel's family line, giving such beauty - Although it was another question left unasked and unanswered.

Finally looking up as a shadow cut out the moon, Noel found herself accompanied now by the head of the guards. Noel admired the other silently, gaze flicking down in one motion, taking in the graceful pose he'd taken up upon landing.

The master of the accidental sect was just as much under Noel's command as she was under his -- Although that didn't mean he made decisions for her. Crooking a finger in beckoning, the mistress' lips quirked into an inquizitive grin. "What brings you here, Archangel?" Noel asked, finally picking up her coffee and sipping on it, feeling the semi-warm liquid slide down her throat to warm her belly.

 

[ACursedDreamer]

Simple Servant

"A simple servants desire to please you..." He responded in kind. He slipped down off of the ledge and walked over to her slowly. After reaching her he slipped down into a kneeling position and lowered his head slightly. He was consumed with such a desire for her, a desire that could be so easily exploited by those who knew it...

...including Noel.

He sat back on his calves, his clear blue eyes slowly taking in the vision of beauty before him, slowly working his way up her body until his eyes met hers. A soft smile crept across his lips and he found himself looking down at the ground again. "Is there anything your Archangel can do for you, Mistress Noel?"

 

[MorbidIce]

ooc// Due to unforseen circumstances, the current Accidental sect master has bowed out. Care to take up that position?

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A desire to please her - in what ways? Noel's mind could come up with limitless ideas that delighted her, never stumped on a way to 'exploit' someone such as her angel; but what fun would that be? Oh no, her angel was something to be toyed with, played with like he was a beloved doll.

Until she figured out if he toyed back.

She watched his eyes as they followed the line of her body, his gaze met with a humored one of her own, a smile on unpainted lips. Noel had no inclination to put makeup on, to dress herself fancy- Even her golden hair was simply just tumbling down around her shoulders this night. Moving forward so that she was on her knees, the mistress crawled forward until she sat infront of him, lifting his chin with her fingers.

"There is no need to stare at the ground my angel, you can look me in the eye without fear." He had been one to stick by her, to be totally devoted; and perhaps such actions were going to be rewarded, although Noel hadn't made up her mind as such.

"I was just going for a bath, seeing as though it is cold out here. Would you care to join me?"

 

[ACursedDreamer]

His smile widened a bit as she lifted his chin and spoke those kind words to him, "Thank You, Mistress. I would enjoy a bath, especially on a nice cold nice like this..." He stared into her eyes, deeply. Peering into her. It almost sometimes seemed as if he searched for something in people, in everyone. But with Noel, especially now, he stared unafraid and unveiled.

A large, rough hand raised up to her cheek and his thumb gently stroked the smooth perfect flesh... normally, this forward he was not. But something had changed in him. In the matter of moments between the time he'd arrived and now.. something had indeed changed...

"Shall I carry you to the bath, my Mistress?"

 

[MorbidIce]

There was very few times Noel spoke kindly to anyone, the cold-business woman in her winning out. Even after eight hundred years the domme within had won out in most cases; she was always prodding, pushing, seeing what made others tick- And seeing just how inclined they were to listen to her. What would Kieran find in her two different colored-eyes? Cold indifference, interest and mischief -- Never a good mix, but always promised something interesting.

"Thank You, Mistress. I would enjoy a bath, especially on a nice cold nice like this..."

Yes, it was a cold night as hard nipples outlined by pretty silk could attest to, although she wasn't about to complain -- After all, when one was cold, there were always fun ways of getting warm again.

Her expression changed as he reached up to pet her cheek, the fae almost looking.. Confused? Since when did her angel take such liberties? Ah, it didn't matter; soon enough he would be informed of his new station - Should he decide to take it. Perhaps he already knew that Noel had overthrown Rich?

Such a thought made a smirk grace her lips once more. "If it would please you." Ah, if he /wanted/ to carry her, he could- She had given him permission in a roundabout way.

 

[ACursedDreamer]

He simply bowed his head and scooted forward some, he gently pulled her too him and stood, slipping one arm under her backside and legs the otheraround her back. He lifted her easily and slowly rose to his feet. He found himself to be rather fond of moments like this...

He silently carried her into her room and towards the bathroom, the whole time just focused upon what he was doing. When he reached the bathroom, he looked to the tub, to see if the bath had been drawn. He set her down on her feet and slipped down onto his knees, he slowly reached up and began to untie her robe, it almost seemed like he was a child at christmas, opening a present.

 

[MorbidIce]

At the very whim of Noel, one of the servants had drawn up a hot bath- Hot enough to put red into one's skin that was for sure. Settling easily against Kieran, Noel /was/ made like a doll, being short and thin with some subtle curving. It was her face that brought the entire package together, that look of perfect innocence even when murder was swirling in her dual-colored irises.

Set down on her feet, the mistress didn't move as of yet- Hands having moved to undo her robe; although her's met with Kieran's. Lips quirked as his hands deftly undid the knot, the robe simpling sliding away, down and over her arms, leaving her bare to view. The rest of her besides her face was no disappointment as well, her form being perky and firm. -- Something she could say she had /before/ death, unlike many.

 

[ACursedDreamer]

He lost himself for a moment, staring intently at her beautiful body. "Your perfect form reminds me of a tale I knew when I was a boy..." A tiny hint of his Irish accent slipping into his speech. He'd lost his accent years upon years ago, it usually came back at inoppertune times. He reached over to the bath and tested the water with his hand. He then slowly stood up, "Shall I undress and join you?"

Undressing was really a matter of opinion, all he had on was a pair of old, well worn, blood stained, ripped, faded jeans. That was usually all he wore. If he were preparing for something dangerous he had armor, but normally it was just the jeans...

 

[MorbidIce]

"Oh? And what tale would that be?" She asked, hands perched upon the gentle swell of hip as he stared intently at her. She didn't mind, thinking of her own body as a piece of art -- Something she'd sculpted and worked on during life, and now had to play with during death. She too put her hand in the water, fingers curling as they hit the warmth; thawing out, having been chilled from being outdoors.

Should he join her? It was a matter of opinion, although her jovial, wellmannered self won out for the moment. "Please, do." She purred, lifting one lithe leg over the lip of the tub and into the water, hands moving to the porcelian to hold herself while she put the other leg in. Standing, she smiled at Kieran, beckoning him with a finger.

Sitting down in the water, the liquid rushed in to cover her skin in it's slickness, the fae watching the other to see if he stripped or not.

 

[ACursedDreamer]

He bowed his head slightly, he slipped his jeans off. He picked them up and folded them, setting them in a neat pile on the floor. He then picked up her robe and hung it. Only then did he come over to the bath tub and step in behind her. He slipped down into the tub, doing his best to keep his wings out of the water, just for comforts sake. They would probably need cleaning again soon, but that was for another time... not now. Not unless Noel wished it so...

"The story of Pygmalion and Galatea. A pair of Greek Lovers, if memory serves..."

 

[MorbidIce]

Gaze flicked downward to the cloudy colored water, the sweet scent of different oils filling the moist air. Stretching her hands high above her head, she leaned forward as Kieran finally decided to join her, sitting down behind her. Waiting until he was comfortable, his wings staying dry and out of the water, she finally leaned back between his neck and against him. Only her head was above the water now, using his chest as a pillow. "Tell me about them," she requested of him, fingers stroking up and down the top of his leg.

 

[ACursedDreamer]

He nodded slightly and began speaking, the Irish accent coming back fuller, "Pygmalion was a sculptor by trade. A sculptor who so, so much to blame women for that he himself began to abhor the sex and decided he would live unmarried. As he was sculptor he had a made a creation out of ivory, a statue of a woman that it was so beautiful that no living woman could come anywhere near to the perfection it presented... Pygmalion admired his own work such that at last he fell in love with it...."

His hands glided along her body gently under the water, caressing her lightly. Enjoying the feeling of her skin under the water. "...so much so that at times he had to touch the statue to remind himself that it was just a peice of carved Ivory..."

 

[MorbidIce]

She adored his accent, seeing as though her's was lost many a year ago- It was one of the faults of Mariselle, everyone sounding like everyone else after awhile. Sure, she could spit out Russian till heavy wouldn't have it, but that wouldn't make her accent come back. She relaxed into his larger form as his hands skimped over her skin, idly listening to his voice as it lulled her.

"I remind you of that story?" She murmured, turning so that she was laying on her stomach, chin resting just under his chest. "And what of it reminds you of me?" She questioned, fingers of one hand gliding up and over his chest, pausing to tease at a masculine nub. "I'm not /perfect/," Although, she could of played the part of the sculptor as well, hating sex so much that she created her own form of it- A scarier form then sculpting unfortunately.

 

[ACursedDreamer]

He smiled at her and held up a single finger to her, "That's not all, there is still more to this story Mistress...He caressed it, and gave it presents such as young girls love, bright shells and polished stones, little birds and flowers of various hues, beads and amber. He put rainment on its limbs, and jewels on its fingers, and a necklace about its neck. To the ears he hung earrings and strings of pearls upon her breasts. Her dress became her, and she looked not less charming than when unattired. He laid her on a couch spread with cloths of Tyrian dye, and called her his wife, and put her head upon a pillow of the softest feathers, as if she could enjoy their softness. The festival of Aphrodite was at hand - a festival celebrated with great pomp at Cyprus. Victims were offered, the altars smoked, and the odor of incense filled the air. When Pygmalion had performed his part in the solemnities, he stood before the altar and timidly said, "Ye gods, who can do all things, give me, I pray you, for my wife" - he dared not say "my ivory virgin," but said instead - "one like my ivory virgin." Aphrodite, who was present at the festival, heard him and knew the thought he would have uttered; and as an omen of her favor, caused the flame on the altar to shoot up thrice in a fiery point into the air. When he returned home, he went to see his statue, and leaning over the couch, gave a kiss to the mouth. It seemed to be warm. He pressed its lips gain, he laid his hand upon the limbs; the ivory felt soft to his touch and yielded to his fingers like the wax of Hymettus. While he stands astonished and glad, though doubting, and fears he may be mistaken, again and again with a lover's ardor he touches the object of his hopes. It was indeed alive! The veins when pressed yielded to the finger and again resumed their roundness. Then at last the votary of Aphrodite found words to thank the goddess, and pressed his lips upon lips as real as his own. The virgin felt the kisses and blushed, and opening her timid eyes to the light, fixed them at the same moment on her lover..."

Kieran took a moment, he looked down at Noel, studying her. His fingers llifter to her cheek and caressed it softly. Feeling her skin under his fingertips... "You see Mistress, this is one Greek tale that doesn't end in tradgedy. Pygmalion and Galatea live happily ever after. Together. Until the end of their days..."

 

[MorbidIce]

Noel promptly quieted, patiently listening to the rest of the story he had to offer. There weren't many that could interupt or quiet her without fear of wraith, although she wanted to know where this story was going; what meaning it held simply because he'd brought it up. She knew of Greek gods and their festivals, although she had never really delved into any of the stories; except the well known ones that even children knew. Shifting, the smaller mistress climbed up into Kieran's lap, forcing his legs down straight in the lengthy tub, cuddling herself against his chest. Water streamed from her torso, now only half of her body remaining in the water; Noel preferring to warm herself by the skin of another.

Arching a brow when the story was finished, she remained quiet, watching the other guardedly. Face leaned into his touch of it's own accord, wet tendrils of gold sticking to her cheeks and neck. "And again I ask you Kieran, what does this story have to do with me?" She questioned, expecting a truthful answer. The mistress had seated herself sideways across his lap, legs curled so that the bottoms of her feet touched his hip, her spine parallel with the side of the porcelian tub.

 

[ACursedDreamer]

He protectively wrapped his arms around her and looked into her dual colored eyes. He felt her much smalled form curled against him, pressed tight against him, "In all honesty, my lady," he took an un-needed breath and then continued, "the near perfection of your features reminds me much of what I could only picture the ivory virgin would look like. But you are in many ways a mystery wrapped in an enigma. While your past is a mystery to me, I cannot help but point out how you've seemingly crafted a new form of pleasure for yourself when the old simply didn't cut it anymore... even the worship you recieve, be it out of fear or loyalty, from our sect reminds me of the part of the story involving Aphrodite it seems that all the elements of this story except for the last bit of it could have come from someone tracing the course of your life and death and the existance beyond..." He sat a moment before continuing once more...

"I truly have to wonder if you will find the happiness they found in the end of the story..."

 

[MorbidIce]

She fit in his lap like a piece of a puzzle, form melded against his perfectly. "So I am your ivory virgin am I?" She nuzzled her head into the crook of his neck and shoulder, inhaling his scent -- He was intoxicating, the way he acted; such innocence, and yet, there was something underneath it all. She wanted to dig in, to unearth what was wrapped in that submissive package -- To see what made him tick. "Let me tell you a secret Kieran," She reached up, petting his cheek, "If I cannot have people's loyalty from respect, then I shall have it by fear. Many thought I could not do this job." Nails lightly rasped over his skin, the mistress smirking slightly, "Although they learned otherwise." In choosing to look like a fae only to enhance her once live beauty, she had lost the fear of many -- Although one shouldn't judge a package by it's wrapping. Those who crossed her learned of her darker sides, the side that no one wanted to be on. Rumors and stories of her spread quickly, and in the end, she had the position she wanted. "Tell me Kieran, if I so chose, could you fill the position of master of this sect? Could you be my other half, in all aspects?" She asked, tracing that same nail down and over his neck; over his jugular to be exact.

 

[ACursedDreamer]

"Indeed. You are my ivory virgin." He smiled slightly as she inhaled him, and petted him. It was always the little things that usually made him happy. He enjoyed the closeness to her, he enjoyed feeling special. But, part of him had to wonder just how special he was...

He canted his head to the side, baring his neck to her. It was a submissive position, naturally. Someone at this point could tear out his throat, or not. "Mistress Noel, I can do anything you need me too. I can be anything you need. You needed an enforcer. Someone to whip the pathetic guards into shape, and organize things. Someone to put the fear of God into our enemies... and sometimes even our own people. I can be the Master of our Sect. If you need me too. You won't be sorry. In any respect."

 

[MorbidIce]

She wouldn't hurt her angel, but instead would take things out on other people. Hands were set back in her own lap as he answered, the mistress smiling languidly, a nod given. "So be it, you shall rule at my side." The fear of god, he had said, although it was more about putting the fear of 'Noel' into the people. "I just hope I will not be disappointed." As so many times before, the master's thinking they could walk all over her- wasn't it suppose to be an equal partnership?

"Come, let us discuss this more in my chamber." Her bedroom, seeing as though the water was rapidly cooling off.

 

[ACursedDreamer]

"Have I yet disappointed you, Mistress? How shall I address you now, if I am too rule at your side?" He was full of questions tonight, usually he just went along with things.. but now he was curious. Curious about his new position, curious about how this would affect their current relationship and if he would be coming home to find her in bed, warming herself next to someone else...

 

[MorbidIce]

"No, you haven't, yet." She murmured, sliding off of him so that she could stand up, using the lip of the tub to lift herself. Standing, water streamed down off of her, the mistress looking down at Kieran. "As Noel, my dear. You are no longer a subordinate, but an equal. I will expect you to act as such?" Although, it would do him well to remember the other two master's and how their acting failed them. If Kieran would only remember that Noel warmed her bed with no one generally, usually not even the master's of the sect. Sure, she occasionally played; but not the full game.

 

[ACursedDreamer]

Kieran stood, the water trailing down him, trickling off at some points. He smiled slightly, "Of Course, Noel, my dear." He reached over to the towels and pulled one off of the rack. He began to slowly dry her dripping wet body, making sure he dried her to the best of his abilities, ready to relinquish the towel if she decided she could/would do it herself.

He kept his mind focused on her for now, knowing he would have plenty of time to think and ponder later...

 

[MorbidIce]

Noel simply watched him, admiring the way he moved, or how the light shone off of his wet body. Arms were held up so that he could dry /all/ of her, some places giving more amusement than others. Once dry, she waited for him to dry himself before she high-tailed it for the door which would lead into her personal den -- Buck naked, of course. Who else was around to see her afterall?