He needs a helping hand. / strong aphro.
ooc: Closed thread, sorry, for thy_heroine. Series is Vampire Hunter D and here we have a D that really needs some.. ah.. help.]
The man was not sure how he had come to be here, that much was clear. This place, however, had drawn his attention without quite meaning to and he closed his right hand tight, the left remaining loose at his side as dark eyes were closed in response to the aromas filling the air. It was a rich scent that filled his nostrils and his lips pressed together as a soft voice touched the air, speaking though the voice's owner was hard to place as this man seemed to be alone in this place.
"D, you should get out of here. D, can you hear me? This is somewhere we shouldn't be. You know this. What are we still doing here?"
But the voice was ignored by the young looking man that remained seated on the edge of a bed, head bowed to let long hair stream across his shoulders as he panted softly, feeling warmth of a familiar, if often ignored, sensation curling across his figure and through his very blood, seeming to heat it up. Thoughts caressed territory of temptation seldom visited, the man letting out a soft groan through clenched teeth - and if the fangs he bore were more prominent than usual, the hunter did not notice. No, his thoughts were that he needed.. something more. Yes.
And as ever in times like this, his mind turned back to one of the few young women whom had ever truly demanded his attention as strongly as this. Doris Lang, the beautiful hunter's daughter whom had sought to stop him with the very vision of her naked flesh when he'd first encountered her. His tongue washed over his teeth, the voice that had accompanied him gone now as his lips parted, holding open to release a soft groan into the air as his teeth were gnashed. What was wrong with him? His body had greater control than this, he knew it did.
The man was not sure how he had come to be here, that much was clear. This place, however, had drawn his attention without quite meaning to and he closed his right hand tight, the left remaining loose at his side as dark eyes were closed in response to the aromas filling the air. It was a rich scent that filled his nostrils and his lips pressed together as a soft voice touched the air, speaking though the voice's owner was hard to place as this man seemed to be alone in this place.
"D, you should get out of here. D, can you hear me? This is somewhere we shouldn't be. You know this. What are we still doing here?"
But the voice was ignored by the young looking man that remained seated on the edge of a bed, head bowed to let long hair stream across his shoulders as he panted softly, feeling warmth of a familiar, if often ignored, sensation curling across his figure and through his very blood, seeming to heat it up. Thoughts caressed territory of temptation seldom visited, the man letting out a soft groan through clenched teeth - and if the fangs he bore were more prominent than usual, the hunter did not notice. No, his thoughts were that he needed.. something more. Yes.
And as ever in times like this, his mind turned back to one of the few young women whom had ever truly demanded his attention as strongly as this. Doris Lang, the beautiful hunter's daughter whom had sought to stop him with the very vision of her naked flesh when he'd first encountered her. His tongue washed over his teeth, the voice that had accompanied him gone now as his lips parted, holding open to release a soft groan into the air as his teeth were gnashed. What was wrong with him? His body had greater control than this, he knew it did.