The Thickness of Blood | Private Roleplay
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Posted 2023-10-11 19:37:36
And the way she kissed him….knowing that she was kissing him back…it all added to the ecstasy. But reality never ceased to ruin his moments of joy, hitting him like a ton of bricks and forcing him to reluctantly pull away, only to turn toward the excited vampir. With a hasty grip that guided her hand to his offered arm, he began to escort her back down the aisle from which she came. Once again, his eyes targeted those doors; those putrid doors he had once begged to open in the hope his bride hadn't fled from him. This time, he merely sought an escape from the unbearable number of eyes. Once they were finally under the security of silence, he allowed his pace to slow and his shoulders to relax. In an unconscious feat, Silas's twitchy fingers traveled towards the hand that still rested upon his arm, naturally seeking a form of touch with his bride. He was so close to touching her silky skin, so close to taking in her warmth, so close to feeling the electricity of it all course through his veins. But they were just as quick to withdraw the moment she spoke. It was subtle but still noticeable, a slight quiver of her voice that unsettled him like a predator spotting its prey. Silas didn't know if her words were instigated by nervousness or fear, but the shutter of weakness was almost enough temptation to draw out his fangs; an ancient animalistic instinct that no amount of civilization could suppress. He swallowed it away. "I expected you to know these things," Once again, he had spoken too soon. His words, no matter how straightforward he wanted to seem, didn't twist like a cunning remark but were instead gentle and curious. This time it wasn't instigated by instinct, unlike his rash comment in the ceremony. Was it too soon to question her about his suspicions from before? No. He shouldn't be interrogating her at all. Damnit, this was his wife, not some thing to probe at for answers. A side glance at her was enough to make him cave in. A forced heavy but subtle chuckle burst from his throat, dying away just as quickly as it arrived. "Just don't get overzealous with showing others what is best found behind closed doors." Had he answered her question? To his understanding, yes. Confronting the matter of her offering him a bite was like teaching a teenager about the birds and the bees. It kept him tongue-tied, with the hope that she would either understand his vague answer or learn the romantic norms of the vampir world from her handmaidens. Lucky for him, the conversation was cut short as a voice parted through their silence in enough time to give him a sense of relief. "My lord," The title was enough to make him scrunch his nose. He never was one to like those human-created titles, but it was something that couldn't be helped even by Xanti's new handmaidens. His eyebrows narrowed but suddenly relaxed, his head turning promptly like a child would to their mother. He had known that voice for how many years now? A little over twenty-four? "Maman," He barely whispered under his breath, nearly shocked that out of all handmaidens, she was the one to beckon them. Was it already time for them to get ready for the reception? He would rather get the countless congratulations over with, but he knew very well that both of them wouldn't last another minute in their ceremonial attire. So, he allowed himself to follow her, guiding Xanti along with him. The room was just as fabulous as everything else in the castle, encapsulated with burgundies, creams, and pale pinks. A statement room like this would be refined enough to work as a guest bedroom had it not been for the fresh native flowers and candlelight setting a romantic ambiance. Silas knew right away that this room wasn't just for changing. As they continued into the room, the other handmaidens were prompt to swarm them, though it became clear that he wasn't the important one in this matter. It wasn't a surprise that their full attention went to Xanti. He had made it clear before Xanti's arrival that she was a bigger priority than him, and it seemed like they were taking his orders seriously. Maman didn't join the bustle, lingering next to Silas instead. Maman's eyes grew glossy like she was ready to shed an extraordinary amount of happy tears, but a kind pull of her lips told him she wouldn't. In response, he lifted her hand to his lips and kissed her knuckles before turning to walk away. "You handled it quite nicely if I say so myself." She seized his arm before he could escape her. Silas knew exactly what she referred to. He gulped before silencing her further with a gesture of his hand. She understood and resumed her attention on Xanti. The last thing he needed was for his new wife to feel in the wrong about a formal event. Xanti would soon learn the formal and informal customs of vampir but now wasn't the time. Not while he was here at least. Being bloodsworn didn't require him to exit the room for Xanti to change, if anything it would seem odd if he left, but he couldn't help but still feel drawn to keep his back turned to the ladies while he fixed his apparel, listening only to their voices and the giggles that emitted from them. With no assistance from the handmaidens, he yanked off the cloak that hung heavily on his shoulders, tossing it aside like it meant nothing. All of that work to get him to a state of perfection was a waste. The jacket embossed with deep blacks, burgundies, and golds was next to come off, tossed carelessly to the side as he had the cloak. Beneath it, a deep black button-up that appealed more to his athletic-like lean frame. Rolling up the sleeves, his last effort was at the crown of thorns and fine blood jewels that sat upon his head. A subtle sigh of relief escaped him as he regained his normal unimpeded vision. Still turned away, he was steady to part his lips. "Is this the suite we are expected to stay in?" His words slimmed in punctuality and seriousness yet were passive enough to not overly draw attention. "Yes, my lord. It is nearly adjacent to my lady's room in case she—" Maman promptly replied, still paying full attention to Xanti. "Ready my chamber instead. I want her there tonight," He interrupted. A stiff turn of his head was enough to reveal the glint of his crimson-bordered honey eyes, an abrasive feature that Xanti had yet to experience. It didn't seem like he was asking this time. "You're quite the grown man, Silas. Not even giving your newlywed a choice, are you?" Though the sarcastic comment seemed motherly, a subtle snicker from her split the tension, forcing a flush of heat to come to Silas's cheeks. |
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