Incubus Dreams - October 26th
Anita is hugging herself when Micah heads towards the front door. There is some conversation for a moment, and Anita knows one voice is Micah's, but the other she recognizes as Damian's. She should have felt him coming close, should have sensed him outside the house, but she hadn't. It spoke to her own exhaustion, to her own distraction, and her own hunger.
And her own desire to forget all that had gone on before with them. Since accepting Asher and Nathaniel back into her life -- both as food for the ardeur and intimate company, though it is only Asher so far that Anita allows to fuck her -- Anita has been avoiding Damian, relegating him once more to the vampire-servant-in-the-basement-she'd-like-to-forget.
She offers Damian a smile when he comes into the living room. He's dressed in that 1700's pine green frock coat embroidered in gold she's seen him in before, though it isn't authentic, designed instead to show off his pale throat and chest as best it can. Poofy black satin pants, a green sash, and black leather boots that folded over at his knees finished off the very... pirate-y look. Anita raises an eyebrow at the ensemble. "How was work?"
And her own desire to forget all that had gone on before with them. Since accepting Asher and Nathaniel back into her life -- both as food for the ardeur and intimate company, though it is only Asher so far that Anita allows to fuck her -- Anita has been avoiding Damian, relegating him once more to the vampire-servant-in-the-basement-she'd-like-to-forget.
She offers Damian a smile when he comes into the living room. He's dressed in that 1700's pine green frock coat embroidered in gold she's seen him in before, though it isn't authentic, designed instead to show off his pale throat and chest as best it can. Poofy black satin pants, a green sash, and black leather boots that folded over at his knees finished off the very... pirate-y look. Anita raises an eyebrow at the ensemble. "How was work?"