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[kieran_goodman]

Where: Ballroom
When: Just after 11 PM.
Who: Kieran & Dawson
What: A dance and not-so-friendly conversation.

This entire thing was going to bore her to tears if she had to talk to one more noble who asked her about DG, honestly just go ask the damn woman for yourselves you fucking hounds. Oh yes she'd read the papers that the munchkins had put out, and

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[thomas_dawson]

A flash of exposed bronze skin had caught his eye as he had left the Kitchens, and for a moment Dawson had thought himself to be hallucinating. It would not have been the first time, he had tried those vapors once, long ago. But no, he was not. It really was her, Kieran. Zero's ex wife, Dawson's temporary bedmate, and apparently truly a noble

[kieran_goodman]

The girl who had seemed so very interested in her suddenly bolted off, what was wrong with her? With a frown she was about to call after her when she felt someone very close to her, laughing in her ear and it took only a second for her to realize who it was.

"You used to be one of those 'fucking things'," Kieran corrected with a hiss to her voice, keeping it lowered so that those around them wouldn't think anything was going on. As his fingers pressed down on her neck she bit her tongue so hard she almost felt the copper taste of blood.

Her eyes followed him as he moved in front of her and she forced a smile, "If you say so. Can't you curb your sexual appetite for even a day?"

[thomas_dawson]

He shrugged. "Long enough ago that I molted." Dawson's childhood had not been horrid, with an abusive alchoholic father or a neglectful mother. Instead they had been the picture perfect pair, elegant and eloquent. The complete opposite of Dawson himself.

He had enjoyed the heat from the fire when he led the raid on their village himself, in the early years of the Sorceress' reign.

"I'm always hungry...starving actually." Dawson growled as he leaned in towards her, one hand coming down from her shoulder to wrap around her delicately boned wrist. "Let's dance." Not waiting for her agreement, he pulled her towards the floor, in a move that looked outwardly gentle. But was in reality harsh. They did so love to mix pleasure in pain.

Forcing her into a dancing position, he began to move.

[kieran_goodman]

Rolling her eyes she shook her head a bit and took a drink out of her glass, "Sadly you did, you could have been a cute baby." Kieran said in one of those baby tones that people used to talk to children. Though when he growled at her, her expression dropped out of it's amused tone as he so very plainly told her that they were going to dance.

"I am not your doll," Kieran growled as she quickly placed the cup down and let herself be forced to the dance floor before placing her hand on his shoulder while digging her fingernails into his shoulders.

"What's the plan for tonight, Dawson? Shooting a few people?"

[kieran_goodman]

"Appears that way now doesn't it?" Her eyes trailed once more around the floor, to Zero and DG and then to Azkadellia and Jeb - who were both decent enough people but she couldn't handle the way that they were too.. happy, over it all. Happy was one thing but this was taking it to another stupid level.

"What's the matter, mad you didn't get a chance to slip between her legs?" She clicked her tongue in mock disappointment before she exhaled a long, slow sigh, "Zero did, but then again he crept between my legs too." Hell it was to her advantage right now, why not push him?

[thomas_dawson]

Dawson didn't miss the way the General looked over at the laughing and whispering couple off to the side of the floor. When a glance showed Azkadellia leaning up (wasn't she taller?) and pressed a kiss to the blonde's cheek. A cold smile crossed the Longcoat's lips, "Plans can always change," he muttered to himself. His eyes hardened at her statement. "There's still time," he told her cryptically. "Still time..."

His expression was blatantly hungry as he looked over at the plunging neckline of the eldest Princess' gown. "Can't say Zero doesn't have premium Fucking taste." He grinned when his eyes turned back to her. "Or that the women don't know a Fucking better lay when they see one."

[kieran_goodman]

There was something that was churning inside of his mind and she had no idea what it was and that annoyed the hell out of her but fuck if she would ask, because not only would he think she was nosy and call her on it, but he'd laugh and not give her a reply. That's how Dawson was. 100% Prick. If he was any different though she'd have to admit to not being attracted to him, it was those sick little bits she adored for some reason.

Clearing her throat she allowed him to ramble on until he finished with the statement that he was a step up. "Oh what makes you think you're better then him? You have no idea what went on in our bedroom at night. You could be a step down, a tolerable downgrade.

[thomas_dawson]

His mind whirling on other concepts, her voice brought him ripping back into the present. Suddenly he was so fucking tired of the whole bullshit with her. The godsdamned snarky biting comments at eachother, the taunting and the sneering. Just fucking sick of the same old shit over and over. Fuck it