Irial ♥ 4

[gentle_cruelty]

Who: Irial gentle_cruelty and all residents of somarium (with windows)
Where: The window to your bedroom
Style: Whichever you prefer
Status: OPEN like your window

Warning: Please comment on his Permissions post first ♥
**If your character can't see through glamors, Irial will be invisible at first. Why is your window gaping open in the middle of the night? Creepy.

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[nolessthanseven]

[the closer Irial got, the more Isabelle realised she needed him right then. Maybe not for actual reasons, but because of the tingling urge in the tips of her fingers to touch him, because of the recurring images in her head from the last time he was there. She'd done so well while he was gone, only thinking of him maybe once a week, but now that he was back? Far more, not that she'd ever breathe a word of it.

[She lay back spread-eagle on her bed, eyes closed and hair spread out in a black sheet. She wasn't waiting for him, per se; it was more a matter of hating herself for wanting the distraction from everything else on her mind. Of course, it meant that when he actually did slip through her window, Izzy didn't even notice - she was in her own thoughts at the time.]

[gentle_cruelty]

[Irial straightened to his full height once he was inside the bedroom, eyes disregarding the dark interior, not interested in any detail outside of the still figure on the bed.

[He had not met a mortal like her since leaving Somarium the first time. A human was a human, simple as that. There were strong humans, even oddly fearless humans, but that only meant they were strong for a human; still nothing that might match the strength and power of a faerie. Isabelle, inasmuch as he understood, was still human, but her strength was something unique, courtesy of the ink and scarring on her body, perhaps also the nature of her bloodline. She may live the brief lifespan of a human, her scent for the most part registering as that of a mortal, but outside of these basic similiarities, the shadowhunter was definitely something he had not come across before, nor since

[nolessthanseven]

[silent as he was, there was one thing that did manage to alert her to his presence there beside her: the sudden lightness that surrounded her at feeling his eyes run over her as they were wont to; a feeling of phantom fingers running over her scars and Marks alike, gently caressing her skin; the small jolt her stomach gave, flip flopping as it might in deeply rooted anticipation. Her eyes met his, showing only a flicker of surprise that he was so close. She was probably masochistic, she decided then, as she took in the details of his unchanged face.

[Her breath caught sometime before her eyes opened, and she let it out then in a slow sigh, pushing herself up to a sitting position, resisting - for now - the urge to reach out and touch him. She feigned nonchalance, as if it didn't matter whether he was there or not; it was easy to re-conjure thoughts of Meliorn and their relationship, the few similarities between both the fey.] I didn't hear you come in.

[gentle_cruelty]

That was my intention. [Irial would like to have said 'I didn't wish to disturb you', but that was partly a lie. He wanted to be quiet and to take her unawares, but if she had been startled, the faery could not say he would not have enjoyed it. Her surprise, a brief feeling of fear, even a shot of anger would have appealed to him]

...ff, why the heck not.

[ootorospring]

Haruhi wasn't in her bedroom, though she'd left the door wide open, allowing her location in the living room to be less than difficult to find. She was kneeling at the coffee table-- more accustomed as she was to using lower tables in her own home-- drinking a cup of green tea as she frowned at a book written in English.

School hadn't started yet, but she might as well try to review and get back in the mindset.

For someone who so rarely cared what was happening around her, Haruhi could also be remarkably observant. She looked up as she felt the barest hint of a breeze leaking from the open window in her room. She knew she hadn't opened it, pleasant as the weather might be. But it wasn't out of the question that it could have simply blown open, right? That happened. Or so she'd heard.

Mentally shrugging, Haruhi returned to her book. She'd close it before she went to sleep.

<3

[gentle_cruelty]

Entering undetected, Irial breathed in the scents of an unfamiliar place. He could detect the notes of a human female, the clean, but organic smell of her skin and hair on the sheets - soft, feminine, inviting.

The faery moved further inside the apparently unoccupied bedroom, trailing his fingertips along the edge of the bed, imagining the size and shape of its owner, her hair fanning the pillow, her soft, rhythmic sighs as she slept, dreaming her harmless dreams.

Where was she now?

Creeping further inside her house, Irial padded quietly in search of company. It was not so uncommon, the presence of a stalking faery. In truth, all faeries visited humans in this manner, being unseen by the mortal populace, unaware of their very existance.

8D

[ootorospring]

Were Haruhi able to hear Irial's thoughts, she'd tell him she didn't have much hair to fan across her pillow, and she rarely dreamed, anyway (or at least that she could remember), so such images were silly. And what was "feminine", anyway? Her father and her friends were always trying to dress her up to be more so, but she'd never thought gender mattered. She was a male host, for god's sake.

Haruhi turned a page of her book, sighing in frustration when she found herself unable to understand a few key words in the top paragraph. Setting down her tea cup, Haruhi reached for the English-Japanese dictionary that lay on the edge of the coffee table, but paused when her skin prickled. She felt that she had company, but she'd neither heard nor seen anyone enter.

Were the twins trying to play a trick on her?

Haruhi leaned back on her heels and sighed. "Hikaru? Kaoru?"

It certainly wouldn't be Tamaki-- he had no sense of subtlety.

[gentle_cruelty]

Irial leaned against the doorway, watching the girl's reaction to his unseen presence. Humans weren't entirely oblivious. Not as keen as a dog, not as flighty as smaller animal, at least they had some awareness when another had invaded their personal sanctuary, even when their eyes and their ears tried to deceive them and reassure them that this couldn't possibly be the case.

The dark faery felt her unease, could all but taste her discomfort. Intrigued, he further entered the room, moving somewhat behind her, as he appreciated the bare length of her neck, the fall of her boyish hair, watching her averted face in profile as she called to those she knew, no idea that the unseen invader loomed behind her.

[prettyhazknight]

[Inside, Mille happened to actually still be awake as per usual. The sounds at his window had caught his attention and he'd slipped over to the shadows to watch for who would come in. He smiled when he saw traces of what should make this individual invisible to him.

But he stayed calm despite the smile.]

You know, it's rude not to knock before you enter a room, you bad boy.

[gentle_cruelty]

[Irial raised one brow at the greeting. Well, now. This was an interesting development. Far from being surprised, Irial was merely curious. Being Seen here happened far more often than at home; that is to say, he was only visible there when he willed it. But he took this reminder in stride, stepping further into the room, apparently unashamed to be caught in the act of his stealthy entry]

Then I must be guilty [Irial replied, cheek turned towards the other man. The faery lowered his chin vaguely in greeting, his own smile wicked] though not remorseful.

[prettyhazknight]

Guilty but not remorseful. I can live with that.

[Mille pushed away from the wall and smiled brightly. Interestingly enough though, he didn't seem to be feeling as happy as he looked. Which was really quite typical of him actually.]

So what brings you to my humble bedroom?

[gentle_cruelty]

[Irial breathed in with interest, far more invested in these veiled emotions than the warm expression approaching him, though the faery reacted to that in an expected manner, returning a slight smile. Irial ran his tongue along the inside of his teeth, savoring the unique notes that belonged to Mille]

The temptation [Irial answered honestly and simply, standing still, his head slightly cocked] -- of your window.

[1blackcat]

Omi was a frequent night owl thanks to his profession, and though the necessity had disappeared in Somarium, the habit itself had not. He came back to his room with a crisp apple in hand that he'd yet to take a bite from.

He stopped short at the doorway as he noticed the tremble of the curtains and the increased noise levels from outside, which pulled his attention to the cause of each: the open window that he was quite sure had been closed when he'd left.

Confusion and unease overtook him. Had his apartment not been several stories off the ground, he'd have immediately suspected an intruder. As it was, he suspected nothing, only felt his survival instincts quickly pulling him out of his slightly sleepy state and into full alertness. There might or might not be danger, but there was definitely something amiss, and that fact unsettled him greatly.

With heightened caution, Omi quietly made his way across the room to check the window over for signs of trouble, his heart already thumping a little faster than usual.

[gentle_cruelty]

Irial smiled in pleasure, looming just to the side of the boy as he passed, his attention focused on the open window rather than the unseen faery watching him to the right, at home in the shadows.

The boy's alarm and suspicion was luscious. This was exactly why Irial was drawn to breaking into the personal sanctuary of strangers, where they felt safe and untouchable. For an invisible presence to slip uninvited into that space, to invade it and fill the them with self-doubt, it was exactly the sort of situation that appealed to Irial, that all but guaranteed a steady flow of volatile emotion for him to stand back and savor.

Watching with amusement as the boy checked the window apparently for signs of forced entry, or someone lingering impossibly outside, Irial silently approached, picking up on that excited heart-rate, not to mention the rush of worry and wariness.

What do you think of that, precious? Was it the wind? A slight oversight?Smiling with pleasure, Irial leaned in and blew, enjoying the way the boy's hair sifted against

[1blackcat]

Unsettle him further it did. Omi's entire body went abruptly rigid as he heard the voice. Jaw clenched, eyes widened. He whirled to face the direction of... whatever that had been, taking a step backwards in the process and why was there nothing there? He wasn't imagining this! Was he...?

"Who's there?!" He demanded. His voice, for all the anxiety he felt, was fully assertive, even angry. His heart rate continued to quicken. His eyes continued to roam the room, continued to see nothing-- and suddenly his gaze shifted to the slender case on his desk. His darts.

[gentle_cruelty]

Irial laughed soundlessly, more than pleased by this reaction. It was exactly what he sought, breathing in the anger and wariness in equal measures.

He was tempted to answer the boy back, to let his glamor slip long enough to face him in truth. But that would bring an abrupt end to his fun. A clear intruder evoked only one emotion, while an unseen one inspired paranoia, fear, and distrust, worsening the longer he went undetected.

And so Irial retained his glamor, watching the quick darting of the boy's eyes, while sustaining himself on the boy's response.

[sinnerofdreams]

[Road had been fast asleep in her room looking like a complete angel. The window was thrown open only because it had been stuffy and besides, the warm glow of the levitating candles and the slight breeze were nice to fall asleep to. She doesn't seem to notice the fact that someone is creeping through her window but she lets out a little sigh before rolling over again.]

[gentle_cruelty]

[Wicked smile. Of course, there is no mistaking the slight figure in the bed - the hair, her scent, the sound of her sigh. The girl that met him by the lake earlier, though he used the term loosely. The "Noah" who could see right through his glamor. She would be able to do so now, if not for her apparent state of unconsciousness. The dark faery savored the opportunity while he could, trying to absorb any emotion readily available to him while she was sleeping, quietly approaching, head tilted in curiosity, wings out of sight when he didn't require them. Would he dare touch? Of course he dared. But he was relatively certain she would wake if he did. And so the only thing to reach out for her was his shadow, looming over her]

[sinnerofdreams]

[She stirs ever so slightly but only because the breeze of the wind makes the candle light flicker. It's almost as if they can sense that something is happening to their mistress and whether or not Irial notices they turn so that, once upright they now are pointed towards the faery.

Her room is one of the only places she has power over and the walls darken ever so slightly, shadows that weren't there are now there covering the walls.]

[gentle_cruelty]

[With no other light in the room, the candle trick is unmistakable. Irial's pale eyes focused on the single flame with interest, not offering any sort of mental rationalization for it like a human would ("it's my imagination, just the darkness playing with my eyes, the fear overriding my better judgment"). He was curious, but he hardly expected a candle to offer him the answers he sought.

[As the shadows crept along the walls, they passed over the faery's eyes as well, pale irises darkened by a different sort of magic. Irial regarded the subtle changes to the room, then returned his attention to the sleeping figure, attributing the changes to her, even though she still appeared to sleep]