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| Teran Gnarr | Apr 15 2012, 02:35 AM Post #16 |
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Teran was a very passionate, almost animalistic man but most people didn't see it because he kept himself under such extreme control. It was partially to protect Sari, but also because it was good for business. No one wanted to work with a raging animal. Still just because people couldn't see it didn't mean it wasn't there lurking beneath the surface. It was partially why, when someone successfully angered Teran, they received such an explosion. He simpled bottled up his inner rage until he couldn't control it anymore. It was probably why Sari was so hurt and terrified after their two fights that broke them up. That was the only time Sari saw his anger unleashed and even then it had been controlled. He wasn't sure if she would have been able to evne look at him, if she had received his wrath. Still someone could only control that kind of animalistic nature for so long before it unleashed itself on some innocent bystander. Sure his employees complained about how he would snap at them and he had driven a few close to tears, but that was just the frustration that came from working with idiots. If they had knwon what they were going, they wouldn't have been yelled at. Somehow they never made that connection. This passionate was partially the reason being a Death Eater attracted him so much. Yes, he was a pureblood fanatic and he worshiped everything Voldemort did and said, but there was more to it than that. Teran, first and foremost, was a business man and he wasn't going to risk his business by being associated with Voldemort unless there was a huge benefit that came with it or some other underlying motive. Voldemort allowed Teran to unleash his true nature on a sinful and fallen world. A world that allowed itself to be corrupted by the muggleborn and half-blood influence. A world that allowed itself to be weakened by their inferior forms. Voldemort didn't ask for control. He asked for fury and blood. He didn't ask Teran to be safe, he asked him to be vicious and merciless. He asked Teran to bask in his animalistic nature and use it to further a holy cause. He didn't judge Teran to ask him to be someone else or even expect him to be loving and understanding. Voldemort had known what the world was really like and he asked Teran to prove that he had what it took to survive. Well apparently Teran was a better survivor than the Dark Lord, because Voldemort was dead and Teran was still around. It was partially why he had joined the Brotherhood. It was another opportunity to show his true nature, and he needed it now more then ever. Now that Sari wasn't part of his life, all he had was his hidden darkness. It was also why he was working for this drug lords. They provided him a chance to be part of a world he belonged in, but had wary about because of his other commitments. Well Sari had simply made it easy on him by walking out. He wondered if Sari knew what she had allowed him to become. Probably not. She had no clue. She never did. Why did he ever bother with her. She was such a ditz, someone use for his business and double nature. Of course that was why he had loved her, because she was the exact opposite of his world and it was the one thing he needed to keep him human. Now that she was gone there were no checks and he didn't know what to do with himself. “Teran huh? I’ve always liked that name. I say I like that proposition of yours there Teran. If you make the drink a double....and share it with me...so we can leave sooner I’d be more than up for it. As long as the Nebula is in that equation of course. Because A girl must be able have a high class private place to share with such a demandingly attractive man yourself. I’ll have a double firewhiskey....unless you’ve got a higher class poison for me to try there Teran?” This woman seemed to have a few ideas in mind. He notifed how much she enjoyed having his middle finger grace her thigh and she seemed to almost pur as he pulled her closer to him. He gulped slightly as she started to playfully bit at his earlobe making him wish they were somewhere private so they could take this one step further. He wasn't going to feel any shame tonight. He was simply going to enjoy himself, God damn the consequences, and pray that it was enough to drive Sari from his mind, even for one night. He grinned hungarily as she accepted his proposal. Good, she was all his and right now that was the only thing he wanted. He even forgot about his supplier or his potion that was definitely going to be wasted by the time the night was over. Nothing else seemed to matter but being with...Chelsea, was it? He didn't even care. The name didn't matter, just the body. He smirked as she demanded that they spend the night at the Nebula. He may have been a bit hungry at the moment, but he hadn't lost his class. He gave all of his girls-all two of them-the best of everything life had to offer. It wasn't for their benefit, as Teran himself would never accept anything unless it was the absolute best. He plunged into the kiss and bit down on her lip hard, tugging her closer ot give her an idea of how the night would go. She was very pretty and may have thought that she had him in the palm of her hand, but he was going to direct how tonight went and it was going to leave a few marks before the night was over-in a way he never could with Sari. He could barely contain himself as she rested her lips against him and spoke against them. "Do I look like a slob to you? I treat all of my girls like queens...as long as they behave anyway," he said nipping at her lips as his hand traveled further up her dress. He allowed herself to pull away and order them a drink, simply because the sooner they finished their drinks the quicker they could get into bed. "Make it a double vodka and tonic." |
![]() Thanks Val for an amazing sig Don't you hear me crying "Oh, Babe, don't go." And don't you hear me screaming "How was I to know?!" | |
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| Svana Valdis | Apr 16 2012, 02:02 AM Post #17 |
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Svana’s nature in business was a no-nonsense one. She did what it took to get business but she also made sure there were no drawbacks when the job was done. She’d once chased a CEO who was worth millions of galleons through Europe to get her pay. He tried to make out like it was a mistake but her Intel from his business had said he never intended to pay her, thinking her an easy touch just because she’d slept with him. Once she had the money she’d shot him square in the forehead and dismembered him for his troubles. The Aurors still couldn’t find his head or hands and she wasn’t going to give up their location....not even on her death bed. The bastard had got what he deserved as far as she was concerned. She did what it took to get the business in the first place, tracking down potential clients of interest when their names were in the media...hence why she was looking at Toban Rune at the moment. She knew his reputation well enough to know he needed a token assassin on hand but until his PA stopped messing her about that wasn’t going to happen....maybe she needed to be more proactive on that approach somehow. Yet she didn’t narrow her scope to just men who were CEOs and the like. She would stretch it to anyone with a vendetta or anyone whose business was risky. That was in part why she had joined the Brotherhood. She hadn’t been around at the time of the deatheaters, she’d still been with her half cousin Julius in hiding but once she had been invited to join the Brotherhood, through an old contact it had seemed like a good idea. A way to networking and offering her services if anyone needed a gun, or wand as the case maybe, for hire no questions asked. She would just put herself out there and watch for conflict as was often the case in any organization. There was always one guy who thought he was better than everyone else, one guy labelled a traitor who someone wanted killed....she remembered rightly that had last been Xavier Moody. And more often than not there was always one guy who thought he could lead the organization better than the current leaders. In a way it was a circle of life kind of thing, she just had to stick in the shadows and listen for the whispers of vengeance or betrayal and then turn up with a flirty smile and a skimpy outfit and she would find herself in someone’s bed talking about specifics the morning after with a cigarette between her lips. Though as she looked at Teran she did remember him from the brotherhood meeting. He had been standing with a pretty blonde thing and a teenage kid as though wanting them involved. It had her wondering what kind of game Teran was into and if, no matter what the game, he did need her....well it would be interesting to be in the inner sanctum. She didn’t have to tell him yet that she was a gun for hire. If she did in her current persona he’d probably laugh and make some sarcastic remark that would make her want to circumcise him for his troubles. But maybe once she earned his trust or once he grew familiar with her as a body...if that was all he wanted she could come clean. Ask if there was anyone he wanted to disappear or have a bullet in their head. Anything so she wasn’t bored in her current circumstances. And as long as she had her legs open for him she figured he would eventually come up with a name....and she’d be in business again and could drop him back into his Ex’s lap once he’d paid her. Business and pleasure always did seem to go hand in hand after all. It was true that Svana’s mind when it came to sex involved a lot of things and according to the kind of man it would rocket or decline as long as she got off. She did enjoy the thought of his middle finger getting her off though maybe it would be something she could help him with later, and she liked being pushed and pulled around like a toy doll if it got the man’s jollies going. She liked nipping at his earlobe and letting him do whatever he wanted with his mouth or any other part of his body...just like she liked doing it in public under her Chelsea persona. Chelsea was the adventurous persona the one Svana chose to explain away bad situations like why she was on her knees in an alley or why she was stuck in a busted elevator with a guy who hadn’t been able to wait. Yes it was definitely a good thing Chelsea was chosen or there would have been problems. Yet she could feel whatever shame he usually had in terms of being with someone in public and public displays of affection were disappearing into nothing, well at least she could teach him a few things for when he got back with his current Ex. Maybe his attitude change would make their relationship better? Well that was the excuse she was going to go with for the time being anyway. She fluttered her eyelashes and winked at him as she saw his grin grown at her acceptance. She’d got him hooked alright....that was all he really wanted, the knowledge he had someone that he could do whatever he wanted. And while he could probably think that he had the upper hand it was anything but the truth Svana didn’t let anyone think they had the upper hand if she didn’t want them to. She was even surprised when he didn’t react at her talking about going to the Nebula in the negative way, then again most guys she said that to be cheap-skates. But Teran looked like he had more than enough money to ensure she got all she wanted from the experience, good. She let herself lean closed to him as his tongue explored her mouth and his teeth nipped hard at her lip to the point she was sure it would be puffy and sore before they even reached the room, pulling her closer to him so she could have sat in his lap and they still wouldn’t be close enough. Damn he was a keeper...and one she was sure would come back for more. "Do I look like a slob to you? I treat all of my girls like queens...as long as they behave anyway," “A slob no, definitely not.” Svana smiled as his teeth nipped at her lips though her smile brightened as he spoke of treating women like queens and behaviour. She didn’t know why he was trying to make it seem like he was a womanizer when she could read the reality clearly from his face....probably trying to assure her that even with his ex he’d treated her good. “Really? Well.....I guess I’ll just have to behave then won’t I? But I would like to see how you treat bad girls....like me for example.” She said huskily, sliding her body part off the stool so her legs now resting between his thighs and her ass was edging on the top of his left thigh. She felt him watch her as she ordered her drink and knew he didn’t really want to keep playing around....he just wanted them in bed as soon as possible. As the bartender made their drinks she made sure to keep him in close contact, sliding a hand down the wrist of his hand under her dress and guiding it so it rested on her thigh. While she wouldn’t care if he tried to get her off at the bar it was probably best she tried to display a bit of control. Her fingers slid between his, resting over his knuckles and her sharp fingernails dug into his palm as though to let him know she was just as eager as he was. Their drinks arrived and she clinked her glass with his before downing the firewhiskey in one, ignoring the burn down her throat as her gaze remained on him to watch him down his. Once her glass rested back on the bar top, she guided his hand from her thigh so they were effectively holding hands and slid off the stool/ his thigh she’d been perching on. She slid close beside him and nipped a kiss close to the pulse spot of his neck teasingly as she waited for him to get up. Their room awaited. |
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| Teran Gnarr | Apr 18 2012, 10:23 PM Post #18 |
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Teran knew he had come here for business and that he would most likely regret being distracted when he awoke in the morning, but at this moment it didn't really mattered. He wasn't sure why right now fucking this girl senseless seemed so right or why he wanted this particular girl. She was the exact oposite of who he normally went after...all right so that meant that she was simply the opposite of Sari. Maybe that was why he wanted her. He just wanted change...but what would change bring him? It wouldn't heal what was broken. He didn't want healing. He didn't want someone to stroke his back and tell him everything would be okay. He didn't need sympathy or understanding. Not that they weren't needs, but because they reminded him of Sari and he was desperately trying to forget her. No what he wanted was someone who would let he rave and scream. He wanted someone who would let me connect with his most desperate of emotions and unleash them. He wanted someone as twisted and anger and dangerous as he felt. He knew that at first glance this woman appeared to be a slutty ditz, but something told him there was more to her than that. He couldn't quite place it, but something told him that this woman could be quite a viper and that excited him. In fact, the more he looked at her, the more familiar she became. It was almost as if she was part of a hazy memory he couldn't quite recall. But he had never meet her before...right? It didn't matter. As long as she was willing to give him what he wanted he would be happy. Still there was something powerful, almost animalistic about her that drew him to her. If she had been a regular bimbo, he wouldn't have even bothered, no matter how desperate he felt. No, there was something else about her...something that almost made them kindred spirits, he simply didn't know what it was. Maybe she too had been hurt in the past. No...there was something else. Maybe she was wearing a mask too. Maybe she was like him. Maybe she too looked in the mirror and couldn't recognize herself anymore, she had worn too many personas, and faked it for too long she didn't know where the bullshit started adn where her true self ended. Teran had never realized it before, but that was what he had become and he needed to find something that was real. He wasn't even sure if his love for Sari was real anymore and that terrified him because that was the only thing he had to hold onto. If that was nothing more then smoke and mirrors, who was he? Was he really just a walking encyclopedia of potions? Would that be so bad? He wasn't sure anymore. But would this woman help him? No, she was just as fake as he was and that was okay, because he didn't want reality. Not right now anyway, because he didn't even know what reality was. He just wanted something strong, something that made sense, and right now this woman was the only thing that made sense in this god forsaken world. This woman didn't ask for the truth, didn't ask him to be a father and a husband, she didn't even want to know what he did. All she cared about was what he could do for her and that was fine. That made sense and that was all he wanted from her. That was all he had ever wanted from anyone. Why was that such a bad thing? Why couldn't Sari understand that? “A slob no, definitely not. Really? Well.....I guess I’ll just have to behave then won’t I? But I would like to see how you treat bad girls....like me for example.” He practically fell in love with how submissive she was. It felt like he could literally throw her onto the counter and start ripping her clothes off and she would be fine with it. But this was different from Sari's submissiveness. Sari's submissive nature had always seemed so weak and pathetic. It was like she knew he was better or that he was in command and so she gave up because it was expected of her. She didn't even try to fight back. Chelsea's submissive nature, however, was the exact opposite. He didn't know how she did it, but she made it obvious that she only allowed him to do this because she wanted it. If it ever got too much or she was getting bored and she wanted a turn, she could easily take over...and Teran actually didn't mind. It was quite strange but he was an extreme control freak, but he almost felt comfortable giving her the reins if she actually wanted-as soon as he had his turn anyway. But, hey that was a big deal for Teran. "Believe me I can be quite cruel," he gave her a twisted grin. He felt himself become hot under the collar as she sat on his thigh, her left leg resting between his. He had to gulp to control himself as she was literally inches away from him. He watched as she slid his hand down her thigh and dug into his hands with her nails. Good, that was what he wanted, what he needed. His heart started to pound against his chest as he realized that he was finally going to be with a girl other than Sari. Previously the idea might have frightened him, but now it excited him. It was about time if truth be told. He licked his lips slightly and only managed to resist the urge to attack her mouth because he saw their drinks coming. About time. He slid his hand from her waist and took the drink. He clinked his glass with hers and dumped it down his throat. He savored the burn as it slid down his throat and slammed the glass on the counter. Now that that was done with...He nearly groaned as she playfully nipped at her neck and he practically jumped off his stool. He couldn't wait any longer. Either they hurried over to the Nebula or he was going to throw her on a table and let everyone watch. |
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