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To Catch a Mate. [Requiem + Midnight]

Hahvoc The Decepticon

Hahvoc The Decepticon

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Trianna had long ago dealt with the fact that perhaps, no male was right for her. She had searched through many vampires amongst the nobility, but all were basic slime and facades. She didn't need a male who wanted her just because she looked good in leather or because she was part of the Russian House of nobility. Her family was part of the ruling class amongst the vampires; the purest of the pure. Or so she'd been told. And she had been told she also needed to wed within the next two months. The reasoning? She was far too valuable not to have a mate and since she basically threatened to kill all the others her brother sent her way, she would have to search herself.

Today, she was in the market. Not something she did often but she wanted to be away from the estate. Her guards flanked her from a distance so no attention would be drawn to her unnecessarily. Her hair was short and red, longer in the front than it was in the back. Her brilliant green eyes sparkled out from her pale, peaches and cream skin that was accented by the black dress she wore. The neck of the dress was low, meant to entice while keeping up subtle modesty. Her dress didn't squeeze the life out of her since she was already small, just curvy in the right areas. Her skirts did not brush the ground due to the heels she wore that gave her a little extra height. She was truly a temptress in her red and black dress with its lace and corset-styled ties in the front and back. No cap, no gloves, no wig or paint. Just pure Trianna. She didn't even wear kohl around her eyes.

As she walked about, her face expressionless, she noticed a man-a vampire rather- in lovely dress, in a brocaded coat with tell-tale vampire pale skin and long, shimmering with red highlights. hair. In fact, his attire was mostly red. He was, quite simply, gorgeous and she wondered if she had ever seen him before. Certainly she would remember such a face. She motioned to one of the men that followed her and he discreetly stepped forward, bending an ear to her lips.

"Who is that man?"

She asked quietly, her voice like seductive frost. Icy but irresistible in its sweetness. The man flushed beneath his hood as he glanced at the distant vampire his mistress was staring at. He soon answered her question after he searched his memory for a name to go with the face.

"Vincent Valtiere, Mistress. He is of the lower nobility and younger than myself."

Which meant he was slightly younger than her as well. She nodded to him, waving him away. She didn't go to speak to the man, she just thought about him, his name slicing through her thoughts. She sighed as she returned to the estate sooner than she would have liked. But she needed to get into contact with this man. And so, an invitation was sent to his family for him to join her for an early lunch in two days. Two days she would have to wait, and she was already impatient.​
 
2 days later

Vincent Valtiere stood at the front gates of the estate that belonged to the single most prestigious families in the region, if not in the country. Vincent was intimidated by the front gates, he was almost afraid to walk in the front gates. Vincent had received the invitation from the Messenger. The black embroidered paper was probably more expensive than any stationary that Vincent had ever seen. At first he thought that the message had been sent to the wrong person. though the letter inside the envelope had Vincent's name on it, that he was to come to the estate for lunch. When Vincent's father received the message, the young vampire's fate was sealed, Vincent was going whether he liked it or not. Vincent's parents knew about their situation, his family was full of lesser nobles, and his parents wanted nothing more than happiness for their son. Someone had taken notice of him, unfortunately, Vincent was quite happy with his station in life and not the most ambitious of his kind. He had .

Vincent looked at the envelope and up at the estate, a heavy breath escaping his lips as he he pushed the midnight bars of the gate and began on his way down the pathway of the main door. He came at the right time of night, hopefully there was someone home or the guards didn't attack him. Vincent was dressed somewhat casually in blacks and reds, his silky black hair flowing behind him, adorned with various decorations, including a crow's feather that rested just behind his ears, the dark strands contrasting with the red ends of each hair. The male approached the manor, walking slowly down the perfectly paved walkway through the grounds, curiously examining all the plants as he approached the large oak doors.

Vincent steeled himself and looked around, the home most obviously belonged to the family of vampires that ranked amongst the highest of classes. Vincent felt out of place even standing in the gardens. he took a breath and lifted his hand, knocking on the door three times and when a server opened it Vincent showed him the invitation, which allowed him to be let inside. Vincent opened the door, following the servant inside.

The inside of the place was even more exquisite than the outside. Vincent was in awe at the richness of the place. Vincent's eyes looked around, taking in the beauty of the decorations, his own family was not nearly as wealthy, but they were happy anyhow, it meant they got to stay out of the complex politics of the vampire kingdom. Vincent looked behind him, the servant had vanished while he was distracted and the doors had closed. Vincent looked around, a little lost, but he eventually found the entrance to the main hall, the room that the invitation had told him to go to. Vincent approached the door and tucked some of his raven hair behind his ears, taking a deep breath and passing through the door, he didn't even know who he was meeting with.

Vincent opened the door slowly, curiously looking in as he entered "Hello?" He called out, "is anybody here?" Vincent scanned around the room, looking for whoever had sent him the invitation.
 
Trianna had been patient for two days. Now, she wasn't like most vampires whose patient was practically nil. No, she was more patient than any saint would ever be. But when she wanted something, she usually took her time and was even more patient than usual. But not this time. She had seen Vincent and couldn't help but feel some spark in her black heart. She had never felt such a connection with anyone, much less a stranger. It was odd and she couldn't name it, but she wanted to speak with him, get to know, and find out if possibly...he might accept her. She wanted that more than anything. It was hard enough being the daughter of one of the ruling families, and the only daughter at that. She was the next heir in line, her brother being the current head of the family since their father's decision to step down since his illness was ravaging him along with old age. Her brother, despite being much, much older, wanted her happiness more than anything. But he also wanted her to be secured by a mate. Her bloodline was too valuable for her to go without one for much longer. Still...she would rather be alone.

Trianna sat before her vanity, her short hair straightened and brushed to a degree that it shimmered faintly. She put the lightest dusting of gold paint on her lips and the lightest brush of kohl around her eyes. That along with her pale skin, made her appearance much more pronounced and fetching. But she didn't know if she was attractive enough for the young male downstairs. She had been told of her beauty over and over, but for some reason, she could never believe it. Call it modesty or doubt, but she wasn't vain enough to believe her looks were all she needed or all that represented her. She adjusted the velvet choker around her throat, a little crescent moon pendent dangling at the hollow of her throat. She wore a shimmering gown of deep red and pale gold, no hoops, just enough fabric to cover her without requiring hoops to hold up the extra yards of fabric. The bodice hugged her chest, made her cleavage swell just a little bit more, enticing but still modest. It was an off-the-shoulder gown, with a corset underneath. She stood up from her vanity, slipping on her matching heels, her stockings in the proper place. She wore very little jewelry, just her necklace and the ring on her right ring finger with the family crest of dragons.

Looking over her appearance, she gave the lightest of sighs. One of her servants smiled at her but said nothing, approval in her gaze. Trianna didn't blush but she questioned with her eyes, looking back at her expression in the mirror. She...looked like a living porcelain doll. It took a lot for Trianna to show expression, having grown up in a family of all males who proclaimed showing emotion was weak-minded. But her eyes told a different story. Shaking her head lightly, she adjusted her skirts a moment before she exited her bedroom and walked calmly and quietly down the stairs to the main hall. She was nervous, feeling her pulse jump slightly under her skin. She took a calming breath as she heard Vincent's voice. It went over her skin like a caress, making her shiver in the slightest. She could see him looking around in curiosity and she had to smile faintly to herself. She kept that light, delicate smile as she made her presence known to him.

"Hello.."

She said quietly, appearing within his line of sight as she reached the final step of the long stairwell. Her voice was soft and seductive, yet laced with innocence and a certain calm that few others would ever achieve. She lightly moved some of the hair from her eyes as she gazed upon him, feeling heat rise in the pit of her stomach. She never reacted to people, especially not like this. But she steeled herself and remained as calm as she could in her presence.

"You must be Vincent Valtiere...I am Trianna of the Romanov family. I invited you to lunch."

There it was, the light accent to her voice, the slightest Russian depth to her voice that flowed in with the tone and flavor of her words. She gave a friendly air and found herself hoping that he would look at her with acceptance instead of distrust or lust or greed.​
 
Vincent continued to look around the area, his nearly ruby colored eyes moving about the grand room, taking in every feature, every detail, He didn't know if he was ever coming back to the place, he still barely knew why he was invited here, His parents had read the invitation and demanded Vincent go, he had been reluctant because it meant he was representing the Valtiere line. Perhaps The family who lived here needed his family's aid? Vincent's eyes scanned around until a voice cut through the silent room. Vincent's vision snapped to the source of the sound and his breath caught in his throat for a full moment. The woman who walked down the stairs was a vision, and Vincent was stunned for a small while but did not show it on his face, he hadn't really been expecting that, but the suspicion had been strong in his mind.

"Good evening"

Vincent's tone remained calm, a small smile gracing his attractive face. "Thank you then, it isn't often I get invited to lunch with high nobility" Vincent bowed his head a little, being as humble as he possibly could, which wouldn't be a problem at all, he was good at it. She was attractive, and Vincent found it a little intimidating, she had a lot of power, and if he did or said something stupid he would disgrace his entire family. The woman who walked down the stairs had a presence, that was for sure, but after a few moments he detected something behind the presence and a warm smile spread along his lips. The male nodded a bit in agreement as he smiled, walking up to her slowly and extended his hand, he may be a vampire, but he was still a noble, and as such still expected to be a gentleman.

Vincent's smile remained soft "I would be honored to join you" he spoke softly. Vincent reached up his spare hand, brushing one of the braids of hair clasped with a metal ornament opposite to the raven's feather he always wore. Vincent was a pure born vampire, meaning both his parents were vampires, like all other vampire nobles, and his features showed it, including the nearly alabaster tone of his skin and his gold-red eyes that shone in the illumination of the room. Vincent felt a bit odd, mentally scolding himself for not coming in his better clothing, he still wore the clothing that best suited him.
 
Trianna felt a tingle spread like fire across her skin at the way his face looked from this distance and how he seemed enraptured by her appearance. She felt a surge of something akin to pleasure that he looked pleased with how she looked. And his voice..it washed over her like the tide, consuming her for a moment. But she kept her face in the same expression, still allowing her lips to curve in that soft smile as she looked upon him. She watched him bow his head as was custom and she kept herself from sighing at the formality of it. She hated the formality. She would rather have him speak without custom dragging on his heels. She smiled at his words and his hand extending to her own, which she took delicately, like a lady should. His warm smile went to her heart and it made her smile a little bit more, though still restrained. She was beginning to like him already.

"I'm pleased you will join me, Mr. Valtiere."

Trianna said formally as she watched his movements subtly. She was hard pressed not to lick her lips, which felt dry. She didn't want to ruin her paint, even if it would come off with their lunch. She wanted to look her best for him. She enjoyed the way he looked in his clothing, how it framed his shape to the best degree. He looked stunning, pretty, delectable in her eyes. The color of his skin and eyes jumped out at her, even if his skin tone was like most vampires. Her own was peaches and cream, pale but still with some color. She was a pure blood, but was gifted with above pale skin, rare green eyes and fiery red hair. She hardly looked like anyone else in her noble family, except her deceased mother. Tipping her head lightly to him, she spoke.

"Shall we?"

She asked as she looked down to another set of doors that led to the private room meant for lunch. She moved, bringing him along with her, her heels practically silent against the marble floor. The doors opened with a whisper of touch from her fingers, expanding into a pastel room. It was done up in blues, greens, and light pinks. She didn't like the colors of the room much herself. But it was always quiet and soothing in this room. It had been dedicated to her mother, hence the light colors. There were chairs, a grand piano, two couches centered around a table that held blood wine, a lovely mixture of alcohol and blood. She motioned for him to sit as she removed her hand from his to sit down. She hoped he would sit next to her but didn't put much hope into it. She looked up to him as she took a filled wine glass in her hand and sipped, enjoying the delicate but sweet and tangy flavor.

"Mr. Valtiere...Would you mind terribly if you told me about yourself? I fear I know only your face and name and family status. I detest the fomality of it all...so there is no need to give me any titles. Just simply call me Trianna, if you will."

She smiled at him from over the rim of her wine glass.​
 
Vincent's smile grew a tiny bit as she took his hand. He held his manners, after all they had just met, and she was a much higher ranked noble than he was, coming from a family of dukes, duchesses when he was a simple baronet. Vincent followed her patiently when she began to move. The vampiress led him to a room that had been set aside for their lunch, or at least that was what Vincent could guess. While they traveled he cast occasional glances at her, she moves so gracefully, and so silently, especially from one of the ruling classes. Vincent did not day anything until they got to the room, only smiling softly whenever she would turn to him.

When the couple entered the room, Vincent took in the surroundings curiously, it was an interesting room, so sharp in contrast to the rest of the place, it almost as if Vincent was outside during the day, something he had always dreamed of, but being born a vampire, could never accomplish unless he wished to die a most painful, horrible death. The woman motioned for him to sit, taking her delicate hand from his own. Vincent took a moment but eventually sat down near her, though not quite next to her, she would easily be able to move closer if she wished though, being on the same couch. Vincent leaned over for a moment and taking a glass of the dark red liquid from the table before lifting the contents to his lips and taking a quiet sniff, smelling the fragrance of the wine before sipping it and making the liquid move around inside to distribute the flavor. It was delicious, and Vincent enjoyed the rush of feeling that coursed through him.

The young vampire looked up from his glass when the woman asked about him and he set down his wine glass "Well, there isn't much I can say." Vincent spoke "I am the sole heir to my family's name, we are fairly simple, owning land outside of the city limits, most of the wine imported here comes from our vineyards." Vincent looked at his glass "Though my father and mother serve as lower nobles here, I only recently moved to this city from my old home. They are busy nearly constantly and sometimes my only companion is my pet raven." Vincent motioned towards the feather in his hair with a smile before he looked over to her, checking to see if she was at all interested, His family for the most part owned the land, others did the real work of making the wine, but it made them fairly wealthy. Vincent didn't want to bother her or bore her, and he certainly didn't want to sound like a snotty rich kid in front of a member of one of the most prestigious families on the continent.

Vincent took another sip of the blood wine, the taste of it reaching him and his cheeks lightening and gaining the slightest amount of color. Vincent was also true about being his family's only heir

"Thank you Trianna" Vincent said, still maintaining a polite tone "I also know nothing about you, aside from the same factors" The smile perked a bit as Vincent took another sip of wine, loosening a little, becoming visibly more relaxed, though still maintaining perfect posture and his kind smile.
 
Pleased that he would sit near her at the least, Trianna smiled a little bit more as she watched his movements and listened to his words. She was glad that he enjoyed the wine, and seemingly her company. She was off to a good start with him, thankfully. She studied the smoothness of his face, the line of his jaw, the color of his eyes. She listened to him speak of his family and his position in the family and it made her smile a tad bit more. She was beginning to like this man-this vampire- she had felt a connection to the moment she saw him. She just wondered...if he felt anything towards her at all. Taking a sip of her wine, she noticed how the wine flushed his cheeks, bringing more color to his pale face. The subtle difference made him all the more handsome. He had a pet bird? How interesting. She herself had a much larger animal as a pet, a snow leopard. Sipping her wine again, she listened to the way he spoke her name, feeling a little bit of pleasure from how he said it. She was drawn to this vampire, and it bothered her a tiny bit, but she wouldn't let it bother her too much. She smiled a little more at him when he spoke about knowing hardly a thing about her. She smirked in the slightest.

"Well, as you know, I am the next heir in line to be the head of the family. My eldest brother is the current head of the family. Despite our differences in age, he wishes me happiness.."

She took a sip of her wine as she more or less decided to drop the idea of saying why she had invited him to lunch. She wanted to get to know him and thought that perhaps, he would make a good match for her. Her instincts told her that he would be able to give her strong children and happiness, but she didn't want to think so far ahead as to children. She herself believed she wouldn't make the best of mothers. So why try to lure a man into being her mated partner? She didn't know, only that she felt like she had to woo him and hope that he would return her interest. Sipping from her glass, she thought a moment about what she would say. She didn't want to intimidate him or seem....terrible and haughty.

"I do not like politics all that much, but that is the life I was bred into. If I could have a simpler life, without so much formality and regulation, I would. But...that might not be an option for one such as myself. I enjoy long walks before dawn and reading. I fancy classical music to the highest degree. My favorite color is silver.."

She said with a faint smile as she sipped her wine. She was relaxed around him, her posture still proper but relaxed as she enjoyed his company the more she stayed around him. Servants brought in food and such to eat before leaving them alone once more. She didn't touch the food, wanting him to have a taste and tell her what he thought. She put down her wine glass as she turned her attention onto him, showing him with subtle signals that she wasn't bored in the least. In fact, she was interested to hear much more about him.​
 
Vincent caught Trianna studying him, though he made no note of it, instead taking in her features himself. Vincent leaned back a little in his chair, a few raven black hairs falling over his face as he bowed his head for a second. Vincent allowed himself to listen to her, taking in her words as she described what it was like to be a high ranking noble. Vincent did not interrupt at all, instead only occasionally smiling when she spoke, more so whenever she looked at him. "It must be stressful, all the pressure and expectations, I should be thankful for my status, though it is good to have a good family, your brother must love you very much" Vincent didn't mind being a simple baronet, anybody higher in the food chain could order him to do nearly anything. Vincent smirked a little, his lips curving a tiny bit as he looked her way, a thin smile spreading across his lips.

Vincent looked down to his wine, feeling a bit odd, he wasn't looking for someone, though his parents wanted him too Vincent still felt he was way out of his league. " I don't care much for politics as well, though I have been learning more so I can keep up with the high families" Vincent nodded, finishing the glass and taking a long look into the Romanov's eyes, his own nearly crimson orbs not moving much at all as he looked, it wasn't much of a stare either, though it was certainly a penetrating gaze.

Vincent broke his look and smiled again after a short bit, tilting his head to the side a fraction of a bit "I enjoy music too, and so does my bird" Vincent chuckled, he did love birds, especially ravens like his pet, he raised it from a chick and they had been inseparable ever since. The male looked over at her, finishing his drink and reaching for another, the wine was handy, it helped Vincent calm his nerves, he almost looked visibly tense.

Vincent's attention moved over to the servants as they brought in the food, which he happily took when it was offered to him "thank you" he said softly, taking the dish that he was offered, a polite smile on his face. The vampire sampled the food, it tasted delicious
 
"It is stressful...And I am blessed to have my brother. The other members of the family do not...get along quite well with me."

She said carefully. In fact, her eleven other brothers despised her to the highest degree. She was lucky that Mircea loved her so. Several of her siblings had attempted to take her life, but had failed, thankfully. She thought back to an earlier time and remembered how her youngest, older brother had tried to stab her after she had gotten out of the bath. Shaking her head at the memory, she turned her attention back to Vincent. He had such a lovely profile, she couldn't help but feel drawn to him. She listened to his speak of his knowledge of politics and she nodded, understanding what he meant. As he looked at her, she couldn't help but keep her gaze locked to his. A faint blush colored her pale cheeks before she blinked in slight modesty, noticing how he turned his eyes away. Trianna smiled at his words, fascinated by the way he spoke and what he had to say.

"Your raven enjoys music? How lovely. You must be very fond of him."

She said. It was clear in the way he spoke about the creature that he truly adored it. As the food was brought out and the servants went back to their duties, Trianna was glad to see him relaxing. He was quite tense and she wondered if it was all her fault. She was used to people being tense, but she hoped that with her exuding a calm air would help him be calm. Perhaps she was coming on too strong? She didn't know very much about courting, and she was notorious to scaring suitors into never returning or thinking of looking at her face. She took a small chocolate candy and ate it slow and dainty, like any lady would. She sighed internally. Being so proper all the time got under her nerves, but it was the way the hierarchy worked. Looking at Vincent as he sampled a dish, she smiled, a little glimmer of hope in her eyes.

"Are you enjoying the food and your stay?"​
 
"I am, I raised him from an egg, he hasn't really left my side since" Vincent didn't want to bore her by talking about nothing but his pet, so he said no more about that.

Vincent smiled softly and watched the servants leaving the room after delivering the food, tilting his chin a bit as he sampled the food delicately, letting the flavor take him a little, enjoying the taste to it's greatest extent. Even his mother's food didn't taste quite this good. The male stopped and watched Trianna eat a small chocolate. Vincent's own family didn't pay him much attention, though they wanted best for him, he hadn't actually held a conversation with them for the longest time.

Vincent himself had been courted before, he was attractive, somewhat wealthy, and a very kind young vampire, highly desirable in the eyes of parents of nobles. He looked up at her and smiled "Yes, the food is delicious" There wasn't a hint of falsity in his voice at all, he did truly enjoy the food "Yes, the food is great, and I sincerely thank you for your hospitality. Vincent was fairly sure she was trying to get close to him, and it was working he was becoming more and more attracted to her, her eyes, her lips, her skin, she was beautiful, yet Vincent still felt a bit on edge. "Your home is also beautiful and clean, I can't say I don't envy you a bit" Vincent was a little younger than Trianna, still immortal as all vampires are, but a full blooded vampire.

Vincent looked down into his glass for a moment, his Stoicism returning as he took a dish and took another sample of the food, it felt a bit awkward with her just sitting there and watching him while he ate, it made it difficult to swallow the food "It must get lonely in a place like this on occasion" Vincent 's voice perked a little bit "What do you like to do in your spare time here?" Vincent knew how boredom felt, though he also liked to play instruments or write when he got bored.
 
"I'm making you uncomfortable, aren't I? And please, don't deny it on the grounds of thinking you might offend me. There is little I take offense to."

Trianna smiled lightly as she procured another piece of chocolate and put the delicious little morsel into her mouth. She wasn't prone to stare for she usually had little interest in the vampiric world. She loved her books, her music, and her pet. Oh, and of course her elder brother. But that was where her interests ended. She loved being outside at night, and always wished she could walk in the daylight, but could not. She loved natural things and beings, but she held hardly any love for her own kind. They were cruel and restrictive, and most hated her for one thing or another simply because of her station in life. It puzzled her. If she could have been born a simple woman in a farming community, in the lower sects of the vampire world, she would trade it all.

She listened to Vincent's words and nodded in agreement. The food was delicious, like always. But she wondered what a true home cooked meal was like. Her mother, bless her soul, could only make tea and cookies, but they were such amazing cookies. Trianna frowned in the slightest as her mother's face came to mind. Her distance from her own race was because of her mother. Her mother had perished and Trianna had found no reason to delve into society. Hell, she didn't even want to be the next heir. She would give it to her brothers if she could. But she couldn't, unless she married someone who could take her away from it all. She sighed as she slowly chewed on another small piece of chocolate.

"I'm sorry if I do not talk. I have always been more of a listener, but I find myself more easily moved to speak in your presence. And yes...It does get lonely."

She said in all honesty as she relaxed against the cushions and looked at him without looking at him. She didn't want him uncomfortable and so she gave him the courtesy of looking slightly away so he wouldn't feel pinned or cornered by her green gaze. She smiled in earnest as he asked what she did in her spare time.

"I...walk. Or read a book or two. Swimming and riding are also some of my favorite activities. And sometimes...I just lay in the grass and watch the stars..."

She spoke quietly, her eyes half-lidded with remembrance, like it was some sort of secret. And it was. No one really new what Trianna Romanov did with her time once she escaped out the doors and away from her guards for the evening. Moving forward, she lightly brushed a strand of hair away from Vincent's face, her cool skin brushing his own. She felt a tingle spread down her arm from her fingertips and it made her eyes widen in the slightest, as if she was shocked. And she was. She had never felt that kind of energy buzz through her system before...it was....it was....nice.​
 
Vincent tilted his head when she spoke, a warm smile on his face as she explained her situation, taking another chocolate and popping it into her mouth, Vincent reached over and took a piece for chocolate for himself. "Oh no my dear, it isn't you, I am just a bit... overwhelmed, your house is beautiful and I feel out of place, I am after all a lesser noble" Vincent released a breath that sounded almost like a sigh after completing his sentence. the male leaned forward a bit, resting a hand on his cheek and looking down a bit, his breath catching in his throat, it had been easy to speak to her up until then.the male chuckled nervously and looked up at her, listening to her as she spoke to him.

Vincent did feel a little uncomfortable in her presence, she was one of the most powerful people in the area, and he was making small talk with her, he was a baronet, barely anything in rank, his family oversaw land outside the city, looking into her eyes did not help at all, she was beautiful, and for a moment he was afraid he would do something terrible or stupid, he had never been in the company of a woman like this, in a house like this, It was difficult to get words to come to him.

"Reading, that is a good hobby, I also like long walks in the countryside, and when I am alone, some times I wander through the market, many different people gather here and... Vincent looked up to the sight of his host leaning forward, his eyes a little wide as her fingers brushed his skin. Vincent looked up at her from that position as he felt her fingers touch his face, his eyes widening a little bit, the dark highlights in his otherwise pale eyes showing when he did, looking up into hers, she did have beautiful eyes. Vincent felt his breath catch in his throat when he did so, the feeling of her soft fingers on his flesh sent little sparks through his skin. Vincent looked a little shocked, but his look was firm, he wasn't exactly confused, he could feel his breath catching in his throat, forcing a swallow, also causing the male's mouth to go dry as he decided his next course of action, his own hand extending a little to reciprocate the action, his body moving a little bit as he scooted closer to her, his hand gently resting on her cheek for a moment, feeling the soft, slightly warm flesh.

His hand felt a little cold, but his face was vibrant, the bright gold-crimson circles in his eyes seeming to light as he moved a little bit, looking into her eyes, not exactly saying anything, but instead just looking into her his face a little closer, within reach of hers, he wouldn't do anything, he had far too much self-control to do anything further, it was her move...

(Sorry about the pitiful post, just getting back into things.)
 
At the feel of his hand against her cheek, she found herself blushing. The action was so unexpected yet desired and caused her to blush in the faintest, warming her skin further. She had listened to what he said, finding him enchanting even though he was of the lower class of nobles. But she had never bothered with social rules or class. She didn't care about any of those things as she stared into his entrancing eyes and felt him lean a bit forward and scoot closer to her body. She felt a torrent of emotions and feelings she hadn't thought she bore, like anticipation and caution, curiosity mixed with faint arousal. When he paused in his forward momentum, she knew he was being a gentleman and not forcing anything upon her, even something so chaste as a kiss. And she wanted a kiss from him, from those lips she had been watching whenever he spoke. He enticed her like no other. She could make out the flecks of color in his eyes, the smooth planes on his face that were unmarked by time, the faint lines however, that revealed laughter and joy throughout the years. She had no such lines, she knew, but perhaps she could get a taste of them...

She made sure she leaned forward slowly, giving him plenty of time to pull away as she pressed her lips to the edge of his mouth, like a taste-test. She tasted sweetness and a uniqueness that belonged to him, like a fine wine or decadent liquor. Even though it was just the corner of his lips, she felt a heat slide through her that made her heart flutter like a bird in a cage. She could only wonder what it would be like to partake of a full kiss. After a moment, she pulled gently away from him, her knuckles tracing gently along the curve of his cheek as she moved away. The look on his face made her smile and blush.​
 
When she leaned forward, Vincent didn't move, instead he stayed still, allowing her to approach him and his shoulders to relax finally as she allowed her lips to touch on his. Vincent enjoyed the kiss, his lips curling into a smile as she took her taste, his hand never really

Vincent smiled softly when the female began to retreat, his moving around to her neck her pause and to bring her back to him with all the gentleness he could muster. She had given him her sign, now it was his turn, in return for her sweet kiss, he granted her another, this one much more full. Vincent had never felt the sensations that flew through him before when he closed his eyes and kissed her again, his lips pressing against hers almost fully, but as carefully and gently as he could.

Vincent felt a flush of excitement run through him as he held the kiss for what seemed like hours but could have only counted for seconds. The male felt that familiar rush spread through him that he had experienced the moment he saw her at the top of those stairs and all through the day since then, a connection that he hadn't really felt before even with the dates his parents would occasionally set him up with. Vincent was able to tilt his head to the slightest to deepen the kiss, a few of those midnight locks falling over his smooth features before he opened his eyes, separating from her and releasing his hand as he withdrew, a blush clear upon his cheeks as he did so "I Apologize" Vincent said sheepishly "I don't know what came over me" he spoke more out of formality than actual regret but the blush was clear on his cheeks. He hadn't been expecting this at all when he had received the letter that sat only a few feet away from him. He had really been expecting an order of wine from his family's vinyard but instead he got this... experiance. She had won him over alright. Vincent looked much more relaxed after the kiss, a smile fresh upon his lips.
 
The feel of his hand sliding to the back of her neck gave her chills, much like the way he turned her chaste -almost virginal- kiss into slightly more. The press of his lips fully against her own made her lids droop, her body not necessarily stilling but relaxing all over as a trail of heat drove through her veins. It was a gentle kiss, soft, but it ignited a fire in her blood as her eyes fully closed. A faint blush tainted her pale cheeks as he deepened the kiss for but a moment. The kiss seemed to go on and she could have cared less about how many minutes flew past. However, she felt him retreat and she did so as well, eyes opening to look upon his face. His expression was much like her own, except hers was a little more muted. He obviously didn't kiss a lot of girls, but still, it was a damn good kiss.

"It's perfectly all right...you shouldn't apologize if you don't mean it."

She said with a faint wink, noticing his relaxed posture. She noted his smile, the spark in his eye. Trianna moved back in the slightest, her expression warm and seductive as she settled back in the slightest against the cushions, though still close enough to touch should the need arise. She smiled pleasantly at Vincent as she took a sip of her tea.

"I quite enjoyed it myself.."​
 
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