Welcome!

[Prachichu]

You step out of the back door and enter a small courtyard, just before the gardens and the grounds. This courtyard is on the side of the dorms which are not facing the majestic castle of Hogwarts, so there will be no fear of a human watching. After all, even Vampires deserve their time out in the sun, right? At the center of this stone clearing, stands a fountain which spills frothy, bubbling water. The terrace is laid out with plenty of room for wandering.

Come out here to mingle and chat with fellow vampires. This place is also perfect for a backyard party. With Alice around, who knows how often this place will be used for parties.

[Ariane Ericson]

Slowly and soundlessly, Ariane sauntered into the courtyard of the night school, a bit distressed how everything was going so slow. She was used to high pace everything always happening around you. She missed how court was. But that would never happen again. The renaissance is dead and gone. And yet she still carried out her title.

She sighed and sat on a stone bench, tracing the outline of a flower on the cold stone. She missed... him. He was dead and gone, so many centuries.

[Keitaro Ito]

The shoes he was wearing, weren't the most comfortable ones and they clicked noisily against the cobblestone, echoing eerily in the empty air. Normally, he would be barefoot but he wasn't all too sure his habits would be appreciated in such a place. Groaning, Keitaro Ito tugged haphazardly at his tie, feeling suffocated and restrained; however, that fact had little to do with the blood colored tie dangling around his pale neck.

In all honesty, the young vampire had longed for some socialization (whichever kind available) after spending so many years trapped and enslaved, forced to do someone else' bidding but he had come to the realization that even after all he did, after how he had worked, he just wasn't ready.

Breathing out heavily through his nostrils, he picked up a peculiar scent and let his eyes follow the trail, pink tongue darting out swiftly to lick his parched lips. Vampire....?

Female vampire to be exact.

Kei took three cautious steps forward before standing at a short distance, hands slipping into his trouser pockets. She was beautiful, as were all of their kind. His head tilted effortlessly to the side, hair following the simple action before he licked his lips once more.

"It's dangerous to venture out by yourself," he joked, a small smirk floating on his lips. "Who knows what kind of big bad monsters are hiding amongst the shadows waiting to pounce on you."

[Ariane Ericson]

Ari could smell the lingering strong scent of a vampire making his way into the courtyard. She could hear the slight lick of his lips, and could tell he was smirking, without even needing a look at him. She smiled herself and tapped her black shoed toe on the ground.

"Ah, and a fine young lad, such as yourself, would help out such a damsel in distress, as I, no?" She simply said. She could fend for herself, she had been since she was turned.

[Keitaro Ito]

"Not particularly," he answered bluntly. He had never really been much of a gentleman. Peeling his eyes away from her marble face, he glanced into the darkness. A mouse, possibly? Had stirred nearby distracting him briefly. "But if you were to request my help I'd have no choice but to come to your rescue."

[Ariane Ericson]

Ari clucked her tongue. Hmm, he seemed a bit distracted. She rolled her neck, her hair falling on and over her shoulder as she arched her pale slender neck. She had a bit of a sore in it, the way she slept last night. Petty they didn't have better pillows. "Twas honorable to say such a thing, Sir." She opened her black eyes and peered over at him. "Do you offer such a kind wager to everyone?"

[Keitaro Ito]

Mouse...maybe a rat...or a cat. His eyes narrowed before his attention was demanded from by the woman's noises and, eyes still narrowed, he observed cautiously her actions, the way she easily exposed her neck to him, almost as if inviting him to touch--daring him more like.

"Yes," he retorted honestly. "Think of it as....instinct."

He had grown up helping his family and aiding them wherever he could that even after decades had passed, even after he no longer was his formal self, he couldn't help but come to someone's aid when needed.

[Ariane Ericson]

Ari nodded, knowing that that was a good instinct to have. She admired that. She crossed her leg over her other leg, her long black skirt tightly showing her shapely legs. She smirked over at this bo- man before her. "May I introduce myself," she stood up and swiftly walked over to him in a matter of two paces.

"My name is Ariane, tis a pleasure to meet you, sir," she dipped her head and brought her foot back, curtsying to this man. "And whom may you be?" She quickly added, "That is a very good instinct to have, sir." She wished she could slip off the manners and the courtly ways, but they were still fresh and in her blood. Coursing though her, wanting to go back and ride horseback for the kings hunting parties. And the... night that then would lead. Such foolish thoughts.

[Keitaro Ito]

Fidgety, this one, thought Keitaro as he made no attempt to stray his obvious ogling of the vampire's legs. Pale and cold, she certainly was but she had the shape of a woman, soft and curvy all in the right places.

Again, his tongue darted forth to parch his lips. Next thing he knew she was standing and--a chuckled escaped him before he could place the back of hid hand delicately against his mouth--she was curtsying? Oh, dear...

"Keitaro Ito," he nodded, one hand still in his trouser pocket, the other now rubbing his thick lips. As much as he tried, his dark eyes couldn't stop scouring her body, greed and perhaps a minuscule inch of malice in his leer. "That's not the only instinct I possess."

Was it a pleasure to meet her as well? Well, only time would tell...As of now, it was just mildly intriguing.

This post has been edited by Keitaro Ito on Jul 21 2008, 11:31 PM

[Ariane Ericson]

Ari nodded as she noticed he inspected her. She could almost feel the fire in his gaze as it roamed over her body. This one liked to look. She smirked before hearing his voice say his name. Keitaro Ito. She wondered where his family came from.

She felt the intensity get a bit darker for a brief moment and she smiled, licking her red plump lips. "And by what grace do you this many a day?" She asked, lowering her black eyes and trailed her fingertips on the tips of her hair, keeping herself distracted from his hungry eyes.

"And may I ask, what other instincts do you posess, Mr. Ito," she asked before looking up into his eyes.

[Keitaro Ito]

Left hand in his pocket, the other kept itself busy with Keitaro's lips. This Airine was a playful little thing. Although soft spoken and obviously well mannered she moved with the grace of a feline on the hunt, no move waster nor taken for granted. In short--she knew very well what she was doing.

Releasing his lips, he let his large hand wander to the back of his neck, massaging the hairs that had stood on edge as the wind shifted course and blew her scent towards him, heating up his body.

Her small was, at the very least, enticing. Smug smile dangling heavily from his marble like features, Kei let his lips part before he spoke.

"None that you, yourself don't possess."

[Ariane Ericson]

Pulling down on the branch of a nearby tree, she delicately rubbed her thumb and index finger on the wood and then onto a leaf, feeling it's veins. She could hear the rustle of the wind and then the scent of Ito and the sound of his blood coursing through his veins. She looked up at his semi parched lips. Maybe it was time for him to feed?

She casted a sidewards glance to him and studied him. He had nice features, a strong build, and intense eyes. "When were you turned, Mr. Ito. If you don't mind me asking," she asked before stepping on step back to the bench and sitting down on it, immediately wrapping one leg over the other, her skirt pulling up just a tad to show her pale opal legs.

She ran her hands down the back of her bodice, making sure the strings were still there. She didn't need her corset to loosen. She felt one loose strand, but she couldn't reach it. "Would you ever be so kind, and help me tighten this string, Mr. Ito." She asked, looking up at him.

[Keitaro Ito]

It was stressful and annoying all at once, how he was yet unable to contain his greed. Dark eyes brightening slightly as he could swear that her scent was permanently embedded in his nostrils. Unable to contain himself, he was licking his lips once more, gaze stuck just above her shoulder.

Kei let his hand fall from his neck down his chest, mouth partially open in a slightly demonstration of stupefaction. First she spits out the most personal question you can direct at him and later asks of him to aid her with her garment.

Well, damn.

Silently, he walked slowly towards. slipping his other hand from the pocket he had kept it in, stepping behind her he grasped the strings lightly on his hands, staring at them briefly before looping them around his fingers.

How long had it been? He wondered himself, tilting his head back slightly as if that would help the answer arrive much rapidly.

"52 years ago," he replied lastly and pulled forcefully at the strings. Hopefully, she wasn't prone to popping.

[Ariane Ericson]

Ari had her back upright when he pulled and it didn't even phase her as he pulled forcibly on her strings. Almost like what a puppeteer would do with his marionette doll. What a silly thought. She dismissed it, before telling him, "Thank you, for that. I didn't need my bodice coming off in the courtyard. Now that is only for behind closed doors." She smirked. She took a small hairpin from the front of her bangs and teased her inky black hair up and out of her face, and around her shoulders.

She gave him a smile and patted the seat next to her on the bench. There was enough room for both of them. The bench would fit him, and she, such a slip of a thing, could either sit on the edge or.. sit in his lap. Either one that was more befitting, of course. "I am sorry, about the personal question. I forgot how for some it's a touchy subject," she frowned before resting her long pale fingers onto her skirt, clutching them.

[Keitaro Ito]

As he tied the lose strings together, Keitaro rolled his eyes, finding her comment slightly irritating. If he had wanted her bodice off, it would have been off by now. It was only after he had made sure those strings wouldn't come lose while he was near her he eyed the spot she had patted beside her suspiciously.

"I'd rather stand," he spoke brusquely, slipping his hands into his trouser pockets once more and walking around her to face her. "I feel like I've been sitting down for a lifetime."

Or two or three...

Nodding as she apologized, he shook his head, strands of dark hair falling on his eyes obtrusively. "It's rare to find someone who doesn't."