iliana amaranth
She's habitually paradoxical, a parallel perpendicular;
The fae woman was entirely unaware of the gentle manipulation of the chemicals within her body, only that she found herself nestled within a soothing state of calm when she was near the English gentleman. That offer for her to sit with him was met with easy acceptance, it was certainly better than sitting alone, bored and alone. He had a trusting smile, a kind face and gentle eyes. How blissfully oblivious the naive Iliana was to the predator that dwelled beneath such a trusting facade. Even if there was a chance that she had known of the sharpened teeth that served as tools for bloodshed within his mouth she was forever the gullible little fae who was eager to find the goodness in the world. After all, not everything was what it seemed. Just because a creature was a predator did not mean it was bad, how misunderstood her woodland creatures within the forest were. How undeserving they were to be feared or treated harshly when they deserved to exist just like those far gentler counterparts.
Yet, Iliana seemed almost eager to trust this lone stranger, he looked lonely with his phone nestled within his hand, tucked away from the world, little did she know that it was by choice. Those powers only enhanced her intrigue that was there from the start. If anything, it aided in ignoring the fear of the hungry vampire just outside those curtains, attempting to cross the barricade of the secluded VIP. Now, simply from the stalking ginger-haired vampire's actions, he reminded her too much of the ruby eyed boy she had met in the woods all that time ago. That angry, mean spirited boy that confused her still to this day.
It took no time at all to join the secluded stranger, her lithe figure slipped from one booth as she contemplated the best spot to be. While... humans tended to make her a little warier than the woodland creatures she surrounded herself with, the vampire's affinity voided her of any snags she might have possessed. After all, he was to keep her safe. Somehow... she knew this, felt this wholeheartedly as if she could believe this stranger to never tell a lie. She beamed at him with a radiant wide smile, her silvery eyes possessed that similar undying hope. Like an unyielding torch of hope that lingered within her. He was very polite, in every way even as he offered his name, a very nice name that was difficult to forget. "Sebastian. I like it." She contently affirmed that smile that seemed so dreadfully untarnished from the world remained.
Even though that very consideration that underneath the table would have been a far better place to hide. Foolproof, she had thought. Sebastian wisely seemed to disagree or at the very least saw no need for it as he gestured to the unoccupied place at his side. If that was where safety rested she would take it. She nodded happily taking no time at all to wiggle, shimmy, and slide to that very spot with vigour.
At this closeness, she could certainly observe him better, study his all too handsome features, including his kind, trustworthy eyes that were a beautiful shade of blue that could resemble a pristine, inviting lake. She dished out her findings like a leaky faucet directly attached to her mind. Yet she is entirely unaware of what lingered within his own, that only brought on a chuckle that broke the seriousness of his features.
She wondered out loud if her pursuing vampire was still out there was answered with affirmation. She could hardly help that fleeting sense of worry that fluttered as the silvery fae was left reminded of the boy in woods. Sebastian's influence made it easy for those words to all but fall like liquid all at once. That boy's features forever burned deeply within her mind... and yet, the vampire was hardly the one trying to hunt her... but she could not lie the very unrest it brought her. It reminded her of the harsh way she had been treated, that look of hunger and something far darker. She explained what had happened to her and the ever-patient Sebastian listened to every word. Most, by now would have not shown her the same level of care. He seemed perhaps even slightly concerned before a look of complete bafflement replaced it. That mention of a kiss seemed to confuse him. Well good! It confused her too. She drew her hand toward her lips as if it helped her remember.
The kind gentleman at her side spoke with understanding and yet confidence while Iliana hung off every word with wide eyes. Was that really how it was supposed to be like? How many kisses she had ever received in her lifetime and none of which he described. Perhaps the most notable one was from a fae boy who claimed she was his girlfriend. She didn't seem to mind, he was a nice boy... far nicer than the others she had known that had only judged and ridiculed her.
But that vampire's kiss was so very unlike she had received... This one bothered her more than she would like to admit. Did she like that kiss? No.. she most certainly did not. His words hurt, almost more than his rough handling of her.
Her brows stitched together in consideration at the English man's very question. "Nope. I did not. Not even the tiniest bit." She pondered that very question further, unsure why... that ruby eyed boy hated her. It didn't make a hint of sense. While she certainly had been kissed before... she never felt anything from it beyond the pressing of one's lips together. None of this enjoyment that he spoke of.
"I think it is something you are supposed to do when you thank someone.. When you like someone.. You can kiss all kinds of people and things. For all kinds of reasons. But you have to like them.. Not hate them. Right? It does look a little funny though. Not many people like it when you invade their personal space. This... this is right there." She wrinkled her nose as she droned on, placing an elbow upon the table to allow her chin to rest there, her head tilted a little lopsided yet her silver gaze always seemed to train upon him.
Just a moment of silence struck momentarily while her busy mind worked before she continued the thoughts that lingered within her busy mind. "Do you surprise kiss attack people? Or even just hate people? I don't think I could hate anyone." No, she didn't even hate the ruby eyed boy even though he made her so terribly sad. She thought of Mr. Crow then. Now he hated a lot of people... but the silvery eyed fae was so certain he wouldn't hate Sebastian. How could anyone hate him?
"You don't think he is trying to kiss me do you?" How oblivious she was to the delicious, coveted substance in her veins.
barefoot in nightgowns, that's how she dances in the rain;