Incubus Dreams - October 26th

[theyallfallin]

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

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[mr_smarty_vamp]

Each passing night has seen Damian's displeasure with Anita grow more and more acute. Usually, his emotions are easy to handle. Usually, he is able to retreat to that quite calm that has all but become his trademark amongst the others in the household. Only recently has he been having difficulty. It seems the more time he spends with Anita, the more overpowering his emotions become. Then again, the sudden separation between them has made things even worse, so perhaps he has no one to blame but himself.

In any case, this is what he has been reduced to after days of being avoided and utterly ignored. Days of being pushed away like the last few weeks of feeding the ardeur had never happened. He is wearing the outfit on purpose. Jean-Claude might have an oddly anachronistic fashion sense, but the man knows how to highlight another's attributes like no other. If this doesn't get Anita's attention so they can speak, he isn't sure what will

[theyallfallin]

Anita can't help but let her eyes trail over his body, need beginning to unfurl low and slow in her body.

"Then Jean-Claude should be quite happy when the fiscal year ends," she murmurs as she takes an unconscious step back from him. "He's a shrewd business man, and it seems Danse Macabre was a lucrative idea."

[mr_smarty_vamp]

"Indeed it was," Damian agrees, walking around the table that separates them. His fingers trail the backs of the chairs, caressing the wood in a way that, no matter how simple, can be taken as obscene by a little twist of the imagination.

He relies on that twist, on the skin hunger that makes them both want to touch the other. "Jean-Claude is a mastermind for orchestrating it. The only place one can dance with vampires... and I'm the one they've been pressing themselves against all night, the pale statue chosen to match the night's décor."

It's how he feels at the club, yes. More importantly, however, it's how he feels in this house lately. He feels like the token vampire, kept out of necessity or obligation, like a piece of furniture you keep around because your stingy aunt made a gift of it.

There are many things Damian is, but he is not a decoration to be ignored.

[theyallfallin]

There is a distinct difference in Damian tonight, and it both unnerves and arouses Anita. The way Damian touches various objects as he moves closer to her, the pitch of his voice, the words he chooses.

"I've been to the club," Anita tries, stepping back again. "I've seen you. You work those women quite well, enjoying how they react to you. You're hardly a statue."