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Author Topic: Garish  (Read 560 times)

Description: Tag: Laurentia // NSFW: Tiddies everywhere

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Garish
« on: Sep 03, 18, 04:23:36 AM »
The calf of a slender leg rested on his thigh. The other leg in the matching set spilled over the cushion, toes pointed where only the tips of a couple pressed against the floor. Gnaeus didn't know who was sprawled atop the couch next to him. It was difficult to see her face with the other woman sitting on top of it. He supposed he might know her for as often as he sought out this same kind of predictable entertainment. But he wasn't there for the women and he wasn't sure how so many of them had invaded his room. Or had he invaded theirs? Where even was he? The drugs were good.

Someone had been kind enough to prop him upright. That or he'd had the foresight to plant himself between two large pillows that served as a sort of armrest on either side. His shirt was laid open down to the last button which must have been where he had stopped whoever had thought to draw him into the evening's hedonistic foray. Dressed in black, handsome as the devil, planted there with a wide and languid stance, he seemed to be the king of the naked people who fucked for his pleasure.

His eyes were fixed in the distance, seeing so much more than the scene before him. He was coming along in his euphoric journey and had only now reached a certain clarity of mind where he could process thoughts on any coherent level. Still feeling infinitely detached from himself and so much more so from the room and anything happening around him, he felt as though he could reason through any dilemma now, if only he cared enough to try. That was the catch. He could make the pain go away so that he could finally think straight, but once he reached that point he was too occupied being unbothered to bother. Gnaeus always began with the same honorable intentions, to just take enough to clear his head, but on some level, he knew he was lying to himself and that he wasn't there to better himself or confront his demons. Nevertheless, the demons always met him there.

With what seemed like a considerable effort, Gnaeus laid his head back against the top edge of the couch. Eyes half-lidded, he watched stars shoot across the ceiling trailing a rainbow of colors in a shimmering cascade. The cherubs painted there sat up from the flat surface, their plump arms and legs coming to life so that they could hunt the stars that awoke them from their sleep. Fat little angels swooped across the mural, sparks of starlight scattering into the drinks of the revelers depicted beneath. Gnaeus smiled, not because he enjoyed the frolicsome show, but because he understood that it wouldn't be long before something much less virtuous appeared from the recesses of his memories to slay the winged hooligans. And what would those revelers think when their wine turned to blood and suffocated them all one by one?

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Re: Garish
« Reply #1 on: Sep 03, 18, 06:37:43 PM »
Sometimes, when she let things blur and smooth around her, losing the sharp edges that she associated with everything for nearly two centuries now, sometimes, when the wine was close to excellent and the beat of flesh against flesh resonated deep within her bones, sometimes, Laurentia could almost feel the old Hayll. It wasn't enough to draw her forth from her ennui entirely, or even to pause the dull melancholy that clung to her like cloying cobwebs. But the pale, washed out colors would seem just a little brighter. The whimpering sighs of those gathered brushed against memories of what it was like to want, stirring longings in her for the kind of pleasure she used to find in Aleyia's playground.

Perched on a seemingly impossible pile of pillows, her long legs crossed at the knee, Laurentia watched her ghost through the soft curves of the women writhing against each other. Unlike the sea of naked bodies around them, she wore a dark suit that covered more skin than it revealed, but hugged the lines of her perfectly. Her eyes drank in every inch of him. He always had been so beautiful. Perfect skin was visible all down his chest. Unblemished. Just waiting to be scarred.

But that was their past. That was a life she no longer had access to. Still, he had always been her favorite toy and there was still so much yet they could explore.

"Hello, pet."  If he looked up at her, he would see she was watching him openly. Regardless, she made no effort to hide that even know, she looked at him like prey.

She raised a hand to run down the back of the moaning woman in front of her. So lost in the sensations of the woman beneath her tonguing her clit she didn't even turn to look at who else might be touching her. Laurentia's fingers twined in the dark locks, pulling gently before releasing her. "Exquisite, isn't she?" She leaned back against the cushions, draping herself to her best advantage, the light falling across her face and causing her eyes to shine.

The Black Widow clicked her tongue chidingly. "You don't tell your little Healer about your desires, do you? It's alright. Even if she knew, she could never satisfy what you really need."

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Re: Garish
« Reply #2 on: Sep 04, 18, 12:01:58 AM »
There was a sort of hum that persisted, hanging in the air and constantly fed by the low, wistful tones sung by the engrossed inhabitants of the small hall. Occasionally, words were added to that reverent hymn, some softly groaned, others whispered, but none attracted Gnaeus' focus.

When she spoke, though, he smiled. Laurentia Caelius, a familiar specter among his companion haunts. She had disappeared so long ago, and for a time, he'd forgotten to even think of her. Now, though, her shadow had returned in force, charmed back to life by a curiously convenient encounter with the woman herself as well as the two poisoned men who shared her embellished, yet decaying manor. In reality, he'd not seen the bitch Caelius again since that encounter yet she may as well have followed him home for as often as he shared space with the mischievous spirit that taunted him in her stead.

Her existence perturbed him much less than he would have guessed that it might. Even having occupied the same space didn't have the effect that he would have predicted. Not by far. It was likely due in some part to Maerina's soothing presence and perhaps a lick of Craft, but more, Gnaeus suspected that the reason he could bear Laurentia that day was that she was finally losing. She'd wanted to incite a riot, yet found Gnaeus in possession of more fortitude than he'd held the last time they had been together. Maerina, his sweet angel, she'd not buckled under the pressure to act out either. Not that he'd thought there was a strong chance of that. Instead, Lady Augustinus had given Lady Caelius a swift and searing dressing down. It hadn't been a triumphant occasion per se, but Gnaeus had greatly enjoyed that evening and often replayed parts of it in his mind. Doing so was probably not conducive to evicting Laurentia's demon form from his daydreams and nightmares, but for once, he felt that between the two of them, he was the one with the power. As such, she was welcome to stay if she liked. She might as well have been castrated herself, now, for as much command as she held over him.

Even Laurentia's disrespectful dealings with Maerina hadn't bothered him that much. Though he often reacted violently when someone had the audacity to insult his beloved Healer, it was more edifying to let the whore storm and stomp, to hurl her best shots and to find them of no effect at all. All in all, Laurentia's presence in any form was delightfully manageable. The bitch was housebroken, the serpent devenomized.

Laurentia insisted on calling him pet, a name long dead to him and hardly a scalding insult, he crowed inwardly. If she had begun by giving him her worst, she might even bore him with this visit. But alas, he'd found a purpose for the meandering ghost. Unlike many of the others, he knew this one, and what to expect from it. On more than one occasion she'd been a rather insightful guest at the table of his thoughts.

Lifting his smirking face, Gnaeus turned his head until the softened edges of his vision framed Laurentia Caelius in the center. She'd said something about his desires. She often did. Gnaeus rolled his eyes and gave a lazy chuckle.

"Your problem is that you're so full of yourself, you assume that everyone wants what you do." He might have expounded on the idea if he believed that she was at all real. Then again, if he believed that he was seated in a drug den gone debauched with real Laurentia, even intoxicated, he would have simply found a better place to let the rest of his high play out.

Everyone else seemed to have given in to the seductive nature of their euphoria. No one was surprised. This was Hayll. Gnaeus, deprived of a proper sexual appetite and competence, was comfortable merely existing there.

"I'm not what you think. I'm not your victim anymore."

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Re: Garish
« Reply #3 on: Sep 12, 18, 12:50:16 AM »
Laurentia called in a slender flask and unscrewed the top. Tipping the flask to her lips, her head fell back as her hair spilled back away from her face. Despite her deep seated insecurity that she was growing old, aging, her beauty lost to a youth she could never reclaim, the arch of her jaw leading to the curve of her neck was still as alluring as ever. It was as if every arcing line had been crafted to draw people in close to her. A spider whose most captivating web was her own form.

Beauty can hide all kinds of evils. But then, she hadn't hidden her true nature from Gnaeus. No, she had embraced it with him like no other canvas she had ever claimed. He was her masterpiece, or at least, he had been. Now, he was pure once again. Wiped clean. As the spelled alcohol burned across her tongue, she contemplated whether she would choose the same methods as before or experience it all anew. Nostalgia or creation? Which did she most crave?

The hunger she felt at the idea of either darkened her gaze. She made no effort to hide the way her eyes dragged over him, his chest bare and lacking her scars. "Or maybe, I'm just one of the few who are willing to admit it." She drew forth a long, slender cigarette and lit it from a nearby candle. The ember burned red as she drew in the sweet smoke. She longed to see it sear into tender flesh. Instead, she merely watched her former toy through the writhing bodies between them.

"And what do I think, pet? Enlighten me. Surely you know best. Better than even I know myself."She turned her attention to the moaning woman beside her. "You are much more skilled than this," she said to Gnaeus, a critical eye assessing the sexual pleasure of those strangers. "If it were your face she sat on, you would have made her cum several times over. That was never an area you were lacking in."

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Re: Garish
« Reply #4 on: Nov 21, 18, 01:06:28 PM »
Gnaeus curled a lip, running his tongue over the teeth beneath. He'd been accused, it seemed, of hiding his desires. There was an instinctive urge to argue the point but he was aware of the futility of such a stance. They were two separate points, though, really. His was that Laurentia thought that everyone was like her. This he could argue. The insinuation that everyone wanted the same things that she wanted, though, was a bit more complicated depending on which desires were the topic at hand. It bothered him--and maybe this was purely self-conviction--that he was being compared so closely to such a wicked woman.

Unsettled, Gnaeus shifted, a sour pout darkening his statuesque features. These conversations with his demons were rarely comfortable, but he could appreciate them for the insight that they offered. With so many feelings and memories locked away behind doors that he no longer possessed the key for, this was the only way that he was able to confront the past anymore. It was a blessing and a curse, but it didn't deter him from becoming the man he wished to be. Knowing who he truly was, being shown his weaknesses in this way, these made his goal all the more easily attainable. He couldn't become something without recognizing what he had to build on.

"You think that you made me weak," Gnaeus said thoughtfully, nodding softly as though agreeing with himself on that point. Sitting forward quickly, then, he roughly shoved stray limbs from his lap, propped a forearm against his knee and pointed with the other hand, a skeptical and accusing sneer aimed at Lady Caelius. "You and her and all the others who made a sport of turning pleasure into pain."

Laurentia changed the topic without notice and Gnaeus found himself a touch befuddled. He had more to say, but she was challenging him anew by causing him to recall scenes he'd long ago stowed away behind boarded up doors. Still posed in that assertive stance, he frowned, not intending to let go of his train of thought, but it was currently difficult not to respond to such strong stimuli as the power of a memory reborn.

She smelled like well-oiled leather, he remembered that. In his father's shop he'd spent hours working fine oils into expensive leather that would later be sewn into intricate designs for the Hayll's elite classes. His father had insisted that it be handworked, that only real touch could discern the needs of the flesh. It was true in other ways, Gnaeus had learned. Unlike most of the other women, Laurentia didn't smell like too many flowers or sticky sweet. There was a realness to her that didn't seem to exist among the other prettied up facades. He knew her when she entered a room, even when he could not see with his eyes or the sixth sense that the Blood could command. He had made Laurentia cum several times over, yes, not always because he was compelled to, though. Sometimes he was merely glad to capture her thighs and beguile her, to handwork the flesh, because in those dark days, the smallest reminder of home was the only bliss he could claim for himself.

Chewing his cheek, Gnaeus arched an astute brow and took a deep and slow breath. He glanced at his outstretched hand, turned it palm up and danced his fingers in the air as though grasping for something, perhaps trying to recall the thoughts that had so recently departed. With a grunt, he dropped the hand and smirked, finally paying some attention to the duo next to Laurentia. "You miss me," he mocked with a soft chuckle. "I'd say if you never managed to replace me, The Purge took more that your Sapphire."

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Re: Garish
« Reply #5 on: Dec 14, 18, 07:48:02 PM »
"We didn't make the sport. It is as it has always been. Such a thin line between pleasure... and pain." Laurentia watched as the woman beside her grew closer to orgasm. She seemed held there, right at the peak, for a long moment before finally being granted the release to plunge over the edge. "Yes," she said, sliding back into memory once again. "You were much better." 

She slipped around the pair beside her, already working toward another climax, impossibly fluid in her movements. She moved forward as limbs shifted and the cloying scent of perfumed bodies scattered, disrupted as easily as if Gnaeus had waved his hand through a wisp of smoke. She mirrored how he sat from the other end of the couch. She didn't touch him, but then how did a ghost of memory touch a ghost of pain? Weren't they just illusions? Wasn't it all an illusion?

If he imagined hard enough, he might even feel the heat of her skin just feet from his own. "We just perfected it. Or tried to. Perhaps that is the greatest loss of the Purge. All our efforts, lost." Her words held the weight of tragedy within the hollow ring of her voice. That part hadn't changed, the distance that others felt no matter how close to them she drew.

"I'm not sure what's left without it. Colors seem dull to me now. As for missing you... this is your dream, isn't it? Some part of you wants me here. That deep, dark part that knows you can never forget me. Not my voice, or my scent, or how I taste when your tongue worshiped my body. Is it I who misses you, or you who misses me?"

She leaned forward, golden eyes shimmering in the candlelit. "I didn't make you weak, Gnaeus. You did that all on your own."

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Re: Garish
« Reply #6 on: Dec 24, 18, 02:48:18 PM »
Twisting a heavy gold ring on a finger, Gnaeus listened to the ghost of Lady Caelius. Among all the others, hers was the one that spoke the loudest and clearest. The others were barely whispers when she came out to play. For all else that she brought to his mental state, Gnaeus had noticed that she had a way of shutting everything else up and though he hated her, he had to admit that she had served a purpose on more than one occasion. Besides, he'd had most of his life to become accustomed to her brand of torture. Now that he was no longer a prisoner subject to her or anyone else's whims, well, her bite had become decidedly less painful.

"Perhaps that is the greatest loss of the Purge. All our efforts, lost."

Lost? Laurentia's illusion was as dramatic as the woman she mirrored. Gnaeus wasn't sure if he should be disturbed or proud that his mind could concoct such detailed demons. He knew that even if he had made a conscious effort that there was no way he would have been able to recreate these apparitions and the nightmares that danced just outside of his perception.

What was lost, though? Aleyia had bred devotees despite those who had opposed her. Laurentia herself was proof that not only had they not all perished as they should have in that cleansing Purge, but that not even the worst among them had been killed. If he'd been asked to make a list of the people that he thought needed to die and numbered it in order of most to least necessary, Aleyia would have topped that list, Laurentia coming up close behind the evil Queen. There had been a few guards and other court members that ranked very high as well and Gnaeus might have demoted Laurentia except that seeing her so recently only drove home how much pain she had visited on him. This was mostly due to the disconcerting fact that she didn't believe herself finished with him. Nevertheless, her still existing and seeking to inflict her hurts on the world proved that not everything had been lost. And Gnaeus was willing to bet that everything that had ever been learned in that damned court of passionate screams still existed intact, neatly stowed away in Lady Caelius' mind. If she was the only one who retained these things, Hayll was still damned for it. But there wasn't only her, because there was at least him as well.

"We must die, first." Gnaeus admitted, his voice uncommonly deep and bleak.

Rubbing his hands together slowly, he sat up again and leaned back to rest, draping himself haphazardly over anything deemed soft and comfortable enough. For the moment, this didn't consist of any warm bodies.

"I don't miss you, Laurentia," Gnaeus answered matter of factly, yet his voice was still low and his words slow. He simply seemed unaffected by the question. "You're here because I know that you're the only one who will tell me what I need to hear. No one else sees the world the way that we do. Anyone else would try to dissuade me from what I want to do or put me away, perhaps. You won't lie to me." His head rolled against his shoulder to lean on an arm that was outstretched over the back of the couch. Giving a sweet smile, he looked at Laurentia with purposefully put on and overdone charm. "I mean, you would, naturally. I don't think you're capable of living a life without lies. But if I asked you to tell me everything there was to know about committing murder?" He pressed his lips together, but they still managed to twitch with a barely subdued excitement. It shone in his eyes, even there through the haze. "You will lead me down paths that no one else would go near, won't you? Not because it gives me what I want, we both know that you're not that kind. But because it gives you a thrill, does it not? To share evil and unleash chaos?" Wetting his lips slowly, he smirked and then gave her his best angel eyes. "I will kill you too. Before it's all over?" He nodded softly. "Real you. The one that brought you back to the forefront of all the other demons."

Slipping into a bit of a reverie, Gnaeus chewed his lip. It had been a conscious decision. It would have been lovely and so poetic if Lady Caelius could be his first victim. This had been the initial plan but he'd had the foresight to wonder if her ghost would follow her to obscurity. He couldn't have that, not while this phantasm was currently his best adviser.

"Perhaps we can plan it together, you and I. Wouldn't that be something?"

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Re: Garish
« Reply #7 on: Dec 31, 18, 12:53:39 AM »
"We must die, first."

Laurentia's head tilted to the side, one eyebrow raised in interest. It was almost as if he could hear her encouraging thoughts whispering silently against his skin. Are words truly needed between two who had shared the exquisite pleasures and pains that these two had? Certainly there was a language among the dead, those whose hearts beat ash through their veins. Leaning forward slightly, the glowing gold of her eyes welcomed him to continue, to voice his thoughts aloud to his former confessor.

She held the space she occupied without more than the occasional glance at the ecstatic bodies around them, caught up in the sensual worship of themselves as gods. Somehow suited for this very environment and yet so far removed, the couch may as well have been a throne for her to preside over the writhing Hayllians. Her attention remained with him as he wound his way through his thoughts. 

"Hasn't that always been our way, pet? I lead you down paths you never even knew you could traverse. And you know I could never deny you something you asked for with such longing. I know I spoiled you with my attentions. There the fault was entirely mine. You were a rare find, Gnaeus." His name purred forth like a soft sigh. Could he feel her breath or was it simply the warmth of a fluttering candle?

"Here you are, restored to your beauty." Her eyes raked over him like they always had, but the old hunger seemed somehow muted. "It's not enough. You need more."   

Laurentia smiled as he spoke of his demons. "Is there really such a difference between real me and demon me? You do know me so terribly well, Gnaeus, whether you want to or not. I have been inside you. I have made you bleed for me. And before the end, I will bleed for you. It is what you want. No, it is what you need. And it is your right. How else will you reclaim everything I stole from you?"

She sat up then, turning so she sat in profile to him. A long nail tapped at her lips. "It will need to be perfect." She turned her head slowly to look at him. "Practice. You will need practice. I am sure you will pick it up quickly. You always were such a quick study. And this time, I'm counting on it."

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« Reply #8 on: Jan 07, 19, 09:11:05 PM »
A rare find, she said. He knew it. He fucking knew it. Though Gnaeus was conflicted about his intentions for those Hayllian citizens who were sick in the soul, he'd never suffered from a lack of self confidence. Overall, he was quite a fucking find. So much so that even the ghosts that haunted the ghost knew it. Gnaeus grinned at that, slicking his tongue along his teeth and then sucking them with that cocky smirk. He'd survived, and by the Darkness, he was going to outlive them all by his own iniquitous design.

So caught up in the way that the slightest touch of flattery aroused him, Gnaeus hardly heard Lady Caelius when she continued. He'd have rathered to stay on the topic of what a gem he was among the rest, ash and coal. The lovely viper said something about his beauty, and he eased further into the comfort of the couch, his contentment apparent in the way his features softened to a mask of intoxicated bliss. His remedies were potent, but esteem had a much longer lasting effect on the reclusive escort.

"More?" Gnaeus' mouth shifted to a marked frown. If there was more to be had it only meant that he didn't have everything, and this wasn't acceptable. Turning his head to the side, he regarded Laurentia with a lazy sort of doubt. Pushing a hand beneath the waist of his pants, he locked his thumb just above the fabric and then rubbed it there absently. "What more is there?" he finally asked.

Eyelids falling to half mast, Gnaeus began a low groan of protestation that slowly increased in volume as Lady Caelius went on speaking. It took willpower to try to understand the question, more to try to decipher the answer to the question. He didn't come to these sorts of dens to think. In fact, doing so was typically the last thing he intended to do. But meeting with this particular specter was in fact as fortuitous as it was planned. Unsure what she meant, though, or that he'd even heard her correctly, Gnaeus glossed over the whole bit about reality and blood and reclamation. It sounded like work of the unfunnest kind.

A finger shot up in the air at the word practice and he began a nod, but being as his head was now the only thing other than gravity that supported him in an upright albeit slumped position, nodding was a clumsy affair and he ceased rather quickly.

"Aye, practice. I want to cut someone, Laurentia. I expect I'll enjoy it. Someone deserving. Someone like you. But not. Not yet."

Whatever momentary tension had come about when his attention was again gathered then began to dissipate as he thought quietly for a few seconds.

"It's rather shameful, I think, to admit that I don't know how to hurt someone. Or... I do, don't I?" His eyes flicked up to Laurentia as his grin flirted with her. "I worry, though, that I might choke. I keep the past sequestered away but no locks can keep those doors closed when it all comes back to dance like the dead around my thoughts and I can't help but to watch that macabre cavalcade. It holds me entranced at times and I'm powerless..." he trailed off.

Admitting weaknesses in these conversations didn't hinder him at all. For all intents and purposes, Gnaeus believed that he was speaking to himself. Even the apparition that took the form of Lady Laurentia Caelius was him, she was just another part of him that was easier to look at when such malicious thoughts took the form of a known evil. In this way, he needn't face a mirror to acknowledge and sort through his increasingly devious tendencies.

"Who, though?" he wondered aloud.

 

 

anything