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[mr_smarty_vamp]

Damian wasn't surprised to find himself alone by the time night fell. Whoever chose to be in Nathaniel's bed near dawn was usually up and about long before he rose with the setting sun.

Now, however, he has taken to the grounds surrounding Milliways... or, more accurately, the skies. Usually he isn't keen on levitating where he can be easily spotted

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[of_atlantis]

Kida was occupying a very low branch in the three whose branches tangled with the one Damian is in.

She's crouched, absolutely still and silent, watching the redhead with a careful and wary expression, though her white hair shining through the leaves might give her away.

[mr_smarty_vamp]

Damian knows she is there. He can scent her on the wind. He doesn't acknowledge her, though, knowing that if she wants his company or is curious enough, she will address him first.

[of_atlantis]

She waits for a long moment, just watching him sway, before she rises up enough to stand, picking her way up her own tree, and out to the edge of the branch she finds sturdy enough.

Fear of falling isn't a part of her psyche. Or of her anything else. "You are very quiet."

[mr_smarty_vamp]

He finally looks down at her, taking in her skin tone, which seems darker against the striking blue-white of her hair. She is beautiful, in an exotic way, and he allows his gaze to linger a few moments before returning emerald green eyes to someplace distant through the branches.

"Sometimes silence brings peace."

[of_atlantis]

She considers this.

"Yes, it does," she finally says, in a voice that's almost husky with something unidentifiable, an ancient sound that...doesn't sound so ancient. It's alive, and impeccably human, although older than she looks. "Your eyes are striking."

[mr_smarty_vamp]

Those eyes are drawn back to Kida at that compliment, and the weight of them is more intense than before. They are entrancing, his eyes, a vibrant emerald hue containing a subtle seductive pull, a weight that is not human.

"What is your name?" Damian asks, his voice soft with a sensual lilt.

[of_atlantis]

"Kida," she answers, opting just to give the shortened version. The long one tends to make people stare.

Unlike most people here, though, she doesn't automatically slide out to the end of her branch to offer her hand, merely inclines her head a little, still watching his eyes. "And yours?" His voice is pretty, lilting.

[mr_smarty_vamp]

"Damian," he all but purrs, tilting his head in an appealing way.

She doesn't have to offer her hand, because he does it instead, reaching an overly pale hand down to her. His voice is smooth as silk, luxurious and palpable in its persuasion. "Come join me, Kida."

[of_atlantis]

She takes the hand, so pale against her own, and slides forward towards him, still cautious, but intrigued now.

"If you like," she says softly, fearless even this high above the ground. "Your hands are very cold," the woman notes; she's from someplace much warmer, evidenced by the lack of much clothing.

[mr_smarty_vamp]

Damian doesn't mind the lack of clothing. Not at all.

He pulls her up to his small set of branches, giving up his spot against the trunk for her. She doesn't seem uncomfortable with the height, but being near the more steady centre of the tree gives the illusion of safety.

"It is in my nature to be cold when I am hungry," he tells her while maintaining the eye contact so crucial to his vampiric powers. Anita's voice sounds in his head, reminding him that she must be willing and not without a choice due to his powers, and he forces himself to take a small mental step back. She will know precisely what he is and what he plans to do before giving or withholding consent.

[of_atlantis]

Kida raises a brow at that with a smile, blinking at the noticeable step back. "And what are you hungry for?"

She doesn't mind the height, no, and relaxes into a crouch at moving closer to the center of the tree, anklets clinking as she moves very slender, but very powerful legs. "Company, or something else?"

[mr_smarty_vamp]

Damian's lips quirk up into a very slight smile. "I do not mind company," he says, forcing himself to pull back a bit of the seduction, though it is still there in his tone. "I hunger for what all vampires hunger for."

[of_atlantis]

She smiles.

"There are no such things, in my city...but if you will tell me, I might sate that." She's interested, and likes the way he speaks, already.

[mr_smarty_vamp]

His own smile neither broadens nor dissipates. He will have to explain more than usual, but if it ensures a meal, he can't say he minds the effort. He can smell that she is human, or something close enough to suffice, and that will be better than what Bar can provide him.

"Vampires are what some call the undead, humans caught in the grey area between life and death. We are creatures who primarily exist in darkness, and blood is what sustains us. Some of us are powerful enough to feed on lust or fear, but all vampires need blood. It is blood that warms our skin and helps us more closely resemble humans..." He pauses, his eyes a swimming green for a couple seconds. "It is my thirst for blood that I would have you sate, if you are willing."

[of_atlantis]

She digests this, for a moment, and nods.

"I am willing, to sate that..." she murmurs, looking up, her own eyes a deep sea-blue, striking against her skin, with the almost glowing tattoo on her cheekbone. "Assuming you do not mean to kill me?"

[mr_smarty_vamp]

He raises a hand, and the cool skin of his fingertips brushes along the pattern of the light tattoo. "Ah, but such a waste that would be." The seduction is back in full force, his hunger becoming more acute with her consent.

"I will not kill you, Kida. You will be tired, lethargic for a day or two, and the mark I leave will take time to heal completely. As for the bite itself," he croons, his fingers moving from cheek to jaw, and finally to her neck. The steady pulse there makes his entire being ache with need. "You will feel only pleasure."