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After spending months away from home, Lord Nikos of Condos was back in his own province. Colchis had been fun, but it wasn’t Taengea. Nik was glad he had gone, despite the near debilitating seasickness from spending a week on a ship to get to the neighboring Grecian kingdom. The baron had spent the subsequent near to four months traveling the provinces, seeing all that he could see, and making new connections and trade deals for House Condos. Staying with his beloved sister and her husband had had its moments. Nik had enjoyed getting to visit with Marisa and his boisterous nephews. His brother-in-law, Photios, was another matter, but the young lord didn’t care to dwell on that for too long. Suffice to say, the two lords did not particularly get along.
Nikos had been back in Doralis for about a week, recovering from sailing back across the open waters. The mere memory of it sent a most unpleasant shudder rolling down his spine and set a queasy feeling in the pit of his stomach. Yes, Nikos was grateful to be home, and grateful still that he did not have to sail often. Colchis had been a much-needed reprieve from his life here in Taengea. He’d been able to put behind him certain unpleasant events that had led to him conceding to his father’s request that Nikos travel to the neighboring land and seek out the deals that house Condos needed, despite his disdain, his private fear, of the open sea.
Along with the myriad of things Nikos had to review as baron this past week, the Condos lord had also been approving party preparations. He’d been gone for months after all. And he was rather fond of making an entrance. What better way to announce his return than a lavish event held in the honor of his patron god, Dionysius, and hosted at the Condos home here in his own barony?
Nik had sent his servants out to all the usual suspects with their personal invitations with instructions that those guests were allowed to bring a few friends along for this particular gathering. The guests had already begun to arrive this evening, and many of them would be here all night and into the next day, so the host was taking his time getting ready. After all, a late entrance with everyone present was much more noteworthy. He adorned his finest rose red chiton cinched at the waist with a deep yellow belt, with a sky-blue himation pinned to his shoulders by golden emblems of his House – the rose - and flowing down his back. Gold chains hung from his neck, bands on his upper arms, a few rings on his hands, and his favorite golden laurel upon his head.
At last, Nikos came to stand at the top of the marble staircase that would take him down to his guests, where many were already enjoying the many pleasures of a true Dionysian party. There were musicians and bards, servants passing out wine, corners with large pillows where people could languidly lay while they rode the waves of intoxication – someone, usually more than one someone, always brought opium. And, of course, it wouldn’t be a party without a few good games of dice and cards on which to bet! Smiling slyly, Nikos waved a hand to the servant standing beside him. The man lifted a goat’s horn to his lips and blew as hard as he could. The blaring sound turned nearly every head Nikos’ direction, and the baron started down the stairs with his arms spread wide. ”Celebrate, my friends! We are nearing the end of the month of Posidaios, and these are good times indeed. Make offerings to the great Dionysius, and take pleasure in this night. In excess, of course.” A cheer filled the room and the music began again, the bardic song louder than before. And the proud young Baron of Doralis descended into the crowd to see what pleasures he himself might find.
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After spending months away from home, Lord Nikos of Condos was back in his own province. Colchis had been fun, but it wasn’t Taengea. Nik was glad he had gone, despite the near debilitating seasickness from spending a week on a ship to get to the neighboring Grecian kingdom. The baron had spent the subsequent near to four months traveling the provinces, seeing all that he could see, and making new connections and trade deals for House Condos. Staying with his beloved sister and her husband had had its moments. Nik had enjoyed getting to visit with Marisa and his boisterous nephews. His brother-in-law, Photios, was another matter, but the young lord didn’t care to dwell on that for too long. Suffice to say, the two lords did not particularly get along.
Nikos had been back in Doralis for about a week, recovering from sailing back across the open waters. The mere memory of it sent a most unpleasant shudder rolling down his spine and set a queasy feeling in the pit of his stomach. Yes, Nikos was grateful to be home, and grateful still that he did not have to sail often. Colchis had been a much-needed reprieve from his life here in Taengea. He’d been able to put behind him certain unpleasant events that had led to him conceding to his father’s request that Nikos travel to the neighboring land and seek out the deals that house Condos needed, despite his disdain, his private fear, of the open sea.
Along with the myriad of things Nikos had to review as baron this past week, the Condos lord had also been approving party preparations. He’d been gone for months after all. And he was rather fond of making an entrance. What better way to announce his return than a lavish event held in the honor of his patron god, Dionysius, and hosted at the Condos home here in his own barony?
Nik had sent his servants out to all the usual suspects with their personal invitations with instructions that those guests were allowed to bring a few friends along for this particular gathering. The guests had already begun to arrive this evening, and many of them would be here all night and into the next day, so the host was taking his time getting ready. After all, a late entrance with everyone present was much more noteworthy. He adorned his finest rose red chiton cinched at the waist with a deep yellow belt, with a sky-blue himation pinned to his shoulders by golden emblems of his House – the rose - and flowing down his back. Gold chains hung from his neck, bands on his upper arms, a few rings on his hands, and his favorite golden laurel upon his head.
At last, Nikos came to stand at the top of the marble staircase that would take him down to his guests, where many were already enjoying the many pleasures of a true Dionysian party. There were musicians and bards, servants passing out wine, corners with large pillows where people could languidly lay while they rode the waves of intoxication – someone, usually more than one someone, always brought opium. And, of course, it wouldn’t be a party without a few good games of dice and cards on which to bet! Smiling slyly, Nikos waved a hand to the servant standing beside him. The man lifted a goat’s horn to his lips and blew as hard as he could. The blaring sound turned nearly every head Nikos’ direction, and the baron started down the stairs with his arms spread wide. ”Celebrate, my friends! We are nearing the end of the month of Posidaios, and these are good times indeed. Make offerings to the great Dionysius, and take pleasure in this night. In excess, of course.” A cheer filled the room and the music began again, the bardic song louder than before. And the proud young Baron of Doralis descended into the crowd to see what pleasures he himself might find.
After spending months away from home, Lord Nikos of Condos was back in his own province. Colchis had been fun, but it wasn’t Taengea. Nik was glad he had gone, despite the near debilitating seasickness from spending a week on a ship to get to the neighboring Grecian kingdom. The baron had spent the subsequent near to four months traveling the provinces, seeing all that he could see, and making new connections and trade deals for House Condos. Staying with his beloved sister and her husband had had its moments. Nik had enjoyed getting to visit with Marisa and his boisterous nephews. His brother-in-law, Photios, was another matter, but the young lord didn’t care to dwell on that for too long. Suffice to say, the two lords did not particularly get along.
Nikos had been back in Doralis for about a week, recovering from sailing back across the open waters. The mere memory of it sent a most unpleasant shudder rolling down his spine and set a queasy feeling in the pit of his stomach. Yes, Nikos was grateful to be home, and grateful still that he did not have to sail often. Colchis had been a much-needed reprieve from his life here in Taengea. He’d been able to put behind him certain unpleasant events that had led to him conceding to his father’s request that Nikos travel to the neighboring land and seek out the deals that house Condos needed, despite his disdain, his private fear, of the open sea.
Along with the myriad of things Nikos had to review as baron this past week, the Condos lord had also been approving party preparations. He’d been gone for months after all. And he was rather fond of making an entrance. What better way to announce his return than a lavish event held in the honor of his patron god, Dionysius, and hosted at the Condos home here in his own barony?
Nik had sent his servants out to all the usual suspects with their personal invitations with instructions that those guests were allowed to bring a few friends along for this particular gathering. The guests had already begun to arrive this evening, and many of them would be here all night and into the next day, so the host was taking his time getting ready. After all, a late entrance with everyone present was much more noteworthy. He adorned his finest rose red chiton cinched at the waist with a deep yellow belt, with a sky-blue himation pinned to his shoulders by golden emblems of his House – the rose - and flowing down his back. Gold chains hung from his neck, bands on his upper arms, a few rings on his hands, and his favorite golden laurel upon his head.
At last, Nikos came to stand at the top of the marble staircase that would take him down to his guests, where many were already enjoying the many pleasures of a true Dionysian party. There were musicians and bards, servants passing out wine, corners with large pillows where people could languidly lay while they rode the waves of intoxication – someone, usually more than one someone, always brought opium. And, of course, it wouldn’t be a party without a few good games of dice and cards on which to bet! Smiling slyly, Nikos waved a hand to the servant standing beside him. The man lifted a goat’s horn to his lips and blew as hard as he could. The blaring sound turned nearly every head Nikos’ direction, and the baron started down the stairs with his arms spread wide. ”Celebrate, my friends! We are nearing the end of the month of Posidaios, and these are good times indeed. Make offerings to the great Dionysius, and take pleasure in this night. In excess, of course.” A cheer filled the room and the music began again, the bardic song louder than before. And the proud young Baron of Doralis descended into the crowd to see what pleasures he himself might find.
"Did you hear about the baron of Doralis?"
Anastasia heard the chitter chatter of a gossiping ladies not so far away from her. She hadn't been listening before, just off the cusp of a performance, her money pouch swollen with the pious donations of the masses ready to hear her dulcet tones recite the myths of fallen and living Gods. With her own special twists. It was the duty of a storyweaver to impart old lessons with new tellings, to progress the tell of the ages with their lilt and their away. Ana reveled in it, but now that it was over, she was more than ready to bask in the solace of hard-won reprieve. At least, that was the plan for now, until the darkness consumed Taengea and she was free to pilfer and hail Hermes in her own much more personal way.
But, the rumour swam in her head as they spoke, a distraction from her rest as she raised Condos wine to her lips. There was something special in these grapes, or so it was told, the sweet nectar of the Gods made available to mortals. So, when the baron of Doralis was mentioned, Anastasia certainly listened.
"He's coming home! Gone for months in Colchis!" She scoffed at the other nation's name, as if a missing baron was such a boon to the other kingdom. With the way this wine tasted, maybe it was.
"He's so handsome. I hope he hasn't found himself a wife."
"Like you could nab him."
"Hey, you never know!"
The gossip whittled down to prattling argument, but Anastasia listened half-heartedly, savouring the delicious wine as she relaxed her vocal cords and leaned back in her chair. Kicking up her legs so they rested on the adjacent one, she kept her eye on the gossiping gaggle of ladies up until they mentioned,
"You know he's having a big welcome back party tonight? Maybe I'll have my chance at him."
This perked Ana's interest more than the news itself. Royalty... they knew how to live and a party hosted by a man with Lord Nikos' reputation... Certainly, it inspired her into motion. Anastasia at last rose from her seat, pulling it along with her before she settled in with the gaggle. She let the clever ruse settle on her lips, wide doe eyes flashing between the women in the group as she asked,
"Oooooh, a Condos party, huh? Could you take me along, pleaaase?"
She wanted the diversion, even if it came at the cost of her night's haul. Greed was a powerful motivator, but it wasn't absent from this, either. A chance to whet her beak and get a gander at this supposed handsome lord... it was more than enough to stoke her attentions. She fluttered her eyelashes just as one of the women said,
"Oh, you're the storyteller, right? You told us about Charybdis? Are there really such horrible wonders out in the world?"
Of course they didn't know, these women all dolled up and chattering the day away... It was like a drug to them, to listen of faraway lands and divine princes and whatever. She liked those tellings well enough, but Charybdis was among her favourites. Mythical monsters and outlandish creatures, they astounded almost as much as the gods that crafted them.
"There are those and more, my ladies. Charybdis takes his prey and gives the bounty to Poseidon, so assure your ship captains, if you ever travel, of the need to give the Sea God his due tribute."
They nodded their heads, and time seemed to wilt away as the siren was led onward.
"You can't go to the party like that!"
Whoever said that was right. Ana dressed the part of a bard, and she wasn't about to go all the way home to dress.
"Give me something pretty to wear, please? I want to impress someone," she echoed, flashing those wide eyes once again before the gaggle of ladies moved the siren's arms and undressed her. Wrapping her in a silky chiton of pure white, Anastasia supplied the chains that she loved to have in her hair, letting deft fingertips weave them into her hair as she laid back and lavished in their attentions. The 'oooh this works for you' and the 'you're so pretty to be wearing bard garbs'... they were nothing new to her. She reveled in the attention up until she was leading the charge to this party. And then... it really began.
The party was magnificent. A marble staircase separated the crowd from the baron, who sent out servants by the handful to tend to those attending. Ana took the chaos to bid her new friends farewell. She had bigger fish to fry. The returned lord of Condos... she needed to nab him before any of these shrews had their chance. Not the first, or the last, royal-blooded man she'd try to woo, she reveled in the chase, in the thrill of bending a man into thinking she was prey, only to get what she wanted. In this case, her intentions were more benign, the notoriety of the Siren Given Legs having her shot at the baron of Doralis... it would send her name to the edges of Taengea, if she could help it.
She waited for him to finish his little speech before she ascended the staircase, well past the eyes of the girls she'd attended with. She had bigger fish to fry.
"Should I celebrate, my lord?" she asked, reaching towards him to brush dainty fingertips along his shoulder. She took a step closer, to brush her lips along a strong jawline before she breathed into his ear,
"I don't think we're friends, so I feel a bit excluded from all of that veneer," she continued, wrapping an arm around his torso before she coyly pulled away.
She sought to grasp at the loops of his chiton's belt, intent on turning him around to face her,
"I have something to offer our great patron Dionysus. Or at least, to offer to his steward who so graciously hands out his divine wine. Will you accept?"
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"Did you hear about the baron of Doralis?"
Anastasia heard the chitter chatter of a gossiping ladies not so far away from her. She hadn't been listening before, just off the cusp of a performance, her money pouch swollen with the pious donations of the masses ready to hear her dulcet tones recite the myths of fallen and living Gods. With her own special twists. It was the duty of a storyweaver to impart old lessons with new tellings, to progress the tell of the ages with their lilt and their away. Ana reveled in it, but now that it was over, she was more than ready to bask in the solace of hard-won reprieve. At least, that was the plan for now, until the darkness consumed Taengea and she was free to pilfer and hail Hermes in her own much more personal way.
But, the rumour swam in her head as they spoke, a distraction from her rest as she raised Condos wine to her lips. There was something special in these grapes, or so it was told, the sweet nectar of the Gods made available to mortals. So, when the baron of Doralis was mentioned, Anastasia certainly listened.
"He's coming home! Gone for months in Colchis!" She scoffed at the other nation's name, as if a missing baron was such a boon to the other kingdom. With the way this wine tasted, maybe it was.
"He's so handsome. I hope he hasn't found himself a wife."
"Like you could nab him."
"Hey, you never know!"
The gossip whittled down to prattling argument, but Anastasia listened half-heartedly, savouring the delicious wine as she relaxed her vocal cords and leaned back in her chair. Kicking up her legs so they rested on the adjacent one, she kept her eye on the gossiping gaggle of ladies up until they mentioned,
"You know he's having a big welcome back party tonight? Maybe I'll have my chance at him."
This perked Ana's interest more than the news itself. Royalty... they knew how to live and a party hosted by a man with Lord Nikos' reputation... Certainly, it inspired her into motion. Anastasia at last rose from her seat, pulling it along with her before she settled in with the gaggle. She let the clever ruse settle on her lips, wide doe eyes flashing between the women in the group as she asked,
"Oooooh, a Condos party, huh? Could you take me along, pleaaase?"
She wanted the diversion, even if it came at the cost of her night's haul. Greed was a powerful motivator, but it wasn't absent from this, either. A chance to whet her beak and get a gander at this supposed handsome lord... it was more than enough to stoke her attentions. She fluttered her eyelashes just as one of the women said,
"Oh, you're the storyteller, right? You told us about Charybdis? Are there really such horrible wonders out in the world?"
Of course they didn't know, these women all dolled up and chattering the day away... It was like a drug to them, to listen of faraway lands and divine princes and whatever. She liked those tellings well enough, but Charybdis was among her favourites. Mythical monsters and outlandish creatures, they astounded almost as much as the gods that crafted them.
"There are those and more, my ladies. Charybdis takes his prey and gives the bounty to Poseidon, so assure your ship captains, if you ever travel, of the need to give the Sea God his due tribute."
They nodded their heads, and time seemed to wilt away as the siren was led onward.
"You can't go to the party like that!"
Whoever said that was right. Ana dressed the part of a bard, and she wasn't about to go all the way home to dress.
"Give me something pretty to wear, please? I want to impress someone," she echoed, flashing those wide eyes once again before the gaggle of ladies moved the siren's arms and undressed her. Wrapping her in a silky chiton of pure white, Anastasia supplied the chains that she loved to have in her hair, letting deft fingertips weave them into her hair as she laid back and lavished in their attentions. The 'oooh this works for you' and the 'you're so pretty to be wearing bard garbs'... they were nothing new to her. She reveled in the attention up until she was leading the charge to this party. And then... it really began.
The party was magnificent. A marble staircase separated the crowd from the baron, who sent out servants by the handful to tend to those attending. Ana took the chaos to bid her new friends farewell. She had bigger fish to fry. The returned lord of Condos... she needed to nab him before any of these shrews had their chance. Not the first, or the last, royal-blooded man she'd try to woo, she reveled in the chase, in the thrill of bending a man into thinking she was prey, only to get what she wanted. In this case, her intentions were more benign, the notoriety of the Siren Given Legs having her shot at the baron of Doralis... it would send her name to the edges of Taengea, if she could help it.
She waited for him to finish his little speech before she ascended the staircase, well past the eyes of the girls she'd attended with. She had bigger fish to fry.
"Should I celebrate, my lord?" she asked, reaching towards him to brush dainty fingertips along his shoulder. She took a step closer, to brush her lips along a strong jawline before she breathed into his ear,
"I don't think we're friends, so I feel a bit excluded from all of that veneer," she continued, wrapping an arm around his torso before she coyly pulled away.
She sought to grasp at the loops of his chiton's belt, intent on turning him around to face her,
"I have something to offer our great patron Dionysus. Or at least, to offer to his steward who so graciously hands out his divine wine. Will you accept?"
"Did you hear about the baron of Doralis?"
Anastasia heard the chitter chatter of a gossiping ladies not so far away from her. She hadn't been listening before, just off the cusp of a performance, her money pouch swollen with the pious donations of the masses ready to hear her dulcet tones recite the myths of fallen and living Gods. With her own special twists. It was the duty of a storyweaver to impart old lessons with new tellings, to progress the tell of the ages with their lilt and their away. Ana reveled in it, but now that it was over, she was more than ready to bask in the solace of hard-won reprieve. At least, that was the plan for now, until the darkness consumed Taengea and she was free to pilfer and hail Hermes in her own much more personal way.
But, the rumour swam in her head as they spoke, a distraction from her rest as she raised Condos wine to her lips. There was something special in these grapes, or so it was told, the sweet nectar of the Gods made available to mortals. So, when the baron of Doralis was mentioned, Anastasia certainly listened.
"He's coming home! Gone for months in Colchis!" She scoffed at the other nation's name, as if a missing baron was such a boon to the other kingdom. With the way this wine tasted, maybe it was.
"He's so handsome. I hope he hasn't found himself a wife."
"Like you could nab him."
"Hey, you never know!"
The gossip whittled down to prattling argument, but Anastasia listened half-heartedly, savouring the delicious wine as she relaxed her vocal cords and leaned back in her chair. Kicking up her legs so they rested on the adjacent one, she kept her eye on the gossiping gaggle of ladies up until they mentioned,
"You know he's having a big welcome back party tonight? Maybe I'll have my chance at him."
This perked Ana's interest more than the news itself. Royalty... they knew how to live and a party hosted by a man with Lord Nikos' reputation... Certainly, it inspired her into motion. Anastasia at last rose from her seat, pulling it along with her before she settled in with the gaggle. She let the clever ruse settle on her lips, wide doe eyes flashing between the women in the group as she asked,
"Oooooh, a Condos party, huh? Could you take me along, pleaaase?"
She wanted the diversion, even if it came at the cost of her night's haul. Greed was a powerful motivator, but it wasn't absent from this, either. A chance to whet her beak and get a gander at this supposed handsome lord... it was more than enough to stoke her attentions. She fluttered her eyelashes just as one of the women said,
"Oh, you're the storyteller, right? You told us about Charybdis? Are there really such horrible wonders out in the world?"
Of course they didn't know, these women all dolled up and chattering the day away... It was like a drug to them, to listen of faraway lands and divine princes and whatever. She liked those tellings well enough, but Charybdis was among her favourites. Mythical monsters and outlandish creatures, they astounded almost as much as the gods that crafted them.
"There are those and more, my ladies. Charybdis takes his prey and gives the bounty to Poseidon, so assure your ship captains, if you ever travel, of the need to give the Sea God his due tribute."
They nodded their heads, and time seemed to wilt away as the siren was led onward.
"You can't go to the party like that!"
Whoever said that was right. Ana dressed the part of a bard, and she wasn't about to go all the way home to dress.
"Give me something pretty to wear, please? I want to impress someone," she echoed, flashing those wide eyes once again before the gaggle of ladies moved the siren's arms and undressed her. Wrapping her in a silky chiton of pure white, Anastasia supplied the chains that she loved to have in her hair, letting deft fingertips weave them into her hair as she laid back and lavished in their attentions. The 'oooh this works for you' and the 'you're so pretty to be wearing bard garbs'... they were nothing new to her. She reveled in the attention up until she was leading the charge to this party. And then... it really began.
The party was magnificent. A marble staircase separated the crowd from the baron, who sent out servants by the handful to tend to those attending. Ana took the chaos to bid her new friends farewell. She had bigger fish to fry. The returned lord of Condos... she needed to nab him before any of these shrews had their chance. Not the first, or the last, royal-blooded man she'd try to woo, she reveled in the chase, in the thrill of bending a man into thinking she was prey, only to get what she wanted. In this case, her intentions were more benign, the notoriety of the Siren Given Legs having her shot at the baron of Doralis... it would send her name to the edges of Taengea, if she could help it.
She waited for him to finish his little speech before she ascended the staircase, well past the eyes of the girls she'd attended with. She had bigger fish to fry.
"Should I celebrate, my lord?" she asked, reaching towards him to brush dainty fingertips along his shoulder. She took a step closer, to brush her lips along a strong jawline before she breathed into his ear,
"I don't think we're friends, so I feel a bit excluded from all of that veneer," she continued, wrapping an arm around his torso before she coyly pulled away.
She sought to grasp at the loops of his chiton's belt, intent on turning him around to face her,
"I have something to offer our great patron Dionysus. Or at least, to offer to his steward who so graciously hands out his divine wine. Will you accept?"
Nikos had descended halfway down the staircase, before pausing and leaning over the banister to yell down to Petros, his best friend and the Captain of the Knives here in Doralis. Seeing Petros here, made the baron wonder if another close friend of his had made the trip for the party. He was asking Petros if he’d seen this other person when a feminine voice and a delicate hand pulled his attention away. ’Should I celebrate, my lord?’ Nik turned his head to look over his shoulder, both hands still gripping the banister. He didn’t recognize the woman, but the way her breath brushed across his ear sent a shiver of pleasure down his spine.
’I don’t think we’re friends, so I feel a bit excluded from all of that veneer.’ Her arm wrapped around his waist, but only for a moment, before he felt a tug on his belt. The baron allowed it, turning around so that he was facing the woman and replaced his hands on the banister behind him. His sky-blue gaze drifted over her form, taking in the striking contrast of her dark hair against the stark white of her peplos. His brows rose with an appreciative look as he brought his gaze back up to meet hers. ”Maybe we should fix that.” he said, a sly smile lifting one corner of his lips.
’I have something to offer our great patron Dionysus. Or at least, to offer to his steward who so graciously hands out his divine wine. Will you accept?’
The sly smile widened with an air of cockiness as he licked his lower lip. ”Well, suppose I have the time to accept such an offering, especially when it’s to be presented by one as beautiful as you.” His eyes traveled the length of her body once more, down and back up. ”What is your name?” he asked, the curiosity she’d struck up within him evident in his voice.
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Nikos had descended halfway down the staircase, before pausing and leaning over the banister to yell down to Petros, his best friend and the Captain of the Knives here in Doralis. Seeing Petros here, made the baron wonder if another close friend of his had made the trip for the party. He was asking Petros if he’d seen this other person when a feminine voice and a delicate hand pulled his attention away. ’Should I celebrate, my lord?’ Nik turned his head to look over his shoulder, both hands still gripping the banister. He didn’t recognize the woman, but the way her breath brushed across his ear sent a shiver of pleasure down his spine.
’I don’t think we’re friends, so I feel a bit excluded from all of that veneer.’ Her arm wrapped around his waist, but only for a moment, before he felt a tug on his belt. The baron allowed it, turning around so that he was facing the woman and replaced his hands on the banister behind him. His sky-blue gaze drifted over her form, taking in the striking contrast of her dark hair against the stark white of her peplos. His brows rose with an appreciative look as he brought his gaze back up to meet hers. ”Maybe we should fix that.” he said, a sly smile lifting one corner of his lips.
’I have something to offer our great patron Dionysus. Or at least, to offer to his steward who so graciously hands out his divine wine. Will you accept?’
The sly smile widened with an air of cockiness as he licked his lower lip. ”Well, suppose I have the time to accept such an offering, especially when it’s to be presented by one as beautiful as you.” His eyes traveled the length of her body once more, down and back up. ”What is your name?” he asked, the curiosity she’d struck up within him evident in his voice.
Nikos had descended halfway down the staircase, before pausing and leaning over the banister to yell down to Petros, his best friend and the Captain of the Knives here in Doralis. Seeing Petros here, made the baron wonder if another close friend of his had made the trip for the party. He was asking Petros if he’d seen this other person when a feminine voice and a delicate hand pulled his attention away. ’Should I celebrate, my lord?’ Nik turned his head to look over his shoulder, both hands still gripping the banister. He didn’t recognize the woman, but the way her breath brushed across his ear sent a shiver of pleasure down his spine.
’I don’t think we’re friends, so I feel a bit excluded from all of that veneer.’ Her arm wrapped around his waist, but only for a moment, before he felt a tug on his belt. The baron allowed it, turning around so that he was facing the woman and replaced his hands on the banister behind him. His sky-blue gaze drifted over her form, taking in the striking contrast of her dark hair against the stark white of her peplos. His brows rose with an appreciative look as he brought his gaze back up to meet hers. ”Maybe we should fix that.” he said, a sly smile lifting one corner of his lips.
’I have something to offer our great patron Dionysus. Or at least, to offer to his steward who so graciously hands out his divine wine. Will you accept?’
The sly smile widened with an air of cockiness as he licked his lower lip. ”Well, suppose I have the time to accept such an offering, especially when it’s to be presented by one as beautiful as you.” His eyes traveled the length of her body once more, down and back up. ”What is your name?” he asked, the curiosity she’d struck up within him evident in his voice.
The very first thing Anastasia caught from Lord Nikos of Condos was the way his body shivered at the utterance against his ear. Anastasia lived for the thrill of taking another's breath away, be it through the pleasure of storyweaving or the meshing together of bodies. Or, in the case in front of her now, a bit of both. Anastasia selected her words carefully, drawing just enough nerve to make herself stand out. Moreso to appeal to the egoism of man and to thumb her nose at the nobility who spoke ill of her clothing earlier... Anastasia created herself as a weapon, designed to pull the strings that controlled Man.
Lord Nikos went along so easily with her guidance, his hands taking to the banister he was so insistent on retaining a hold on. The smirk threatened to tug on her lips, but she abstained. It wouldn't be ladylike for her mark to know the deviousness that could reside behind her pretty face. With their proximity, Anastasia couldn't help but notice the azure of his gaze as it followed the plane of her form. He seemed to drink in the sight of her, those raised brows indicative that whatever he saw, he liked.
Perfect.
Anastasia wondered if the girls she'd come here with saw her, for their eyes clung inexorably to Nikos. The bard wondered if their stares burned into the back of her head, as if the heat from them might melt away her skull and let them see the man in front of her more easily. She let out a giggle at the thought, the sound timed well with his answer as that smile wove into being. He licked his lip next, and the bard was certain that she'd struck a proper chord with him. She wondered what it was. Daring? Guile? Beauty? Or did the siren pull at this sailor man's heartstrings with all of them, to lull him into her song?
She allowed a soft hum to part her lips, a gentle sway shifting her weight from foot to foot, the movement swaying her hips as the Condos admired the length of her body once again. As his gaze rose from her hips, the sway shifted her body back and forth, her shoulders cast to accentuate the slight curves of her breasts just as she was made to preeen with the tone and content of his words. A fluid motion drew her near to him once again, her body positioned between herself and the women who threw daggers with their gazes. Anastasia's arm slid about Nikos' shoulders, her lips hovering just above his jawline as she answered,
"Is there much supposing to be done, my lord? The way you've looked at me... it would be disrespectful to the Gods to deny such a... sacrifice."
She raised his hand next with her free one, lifting it to brush along her own jawline. This time she did not part from him, quite content to retain their proximity as she answered his question,
"I am Anastasia, the Siren given Legs."
Of all of the subjects she wove myths and stories of, it was herself that she enjoyed most. To create marvelous stories to banish a sordid past, to rebound the notoriety in crowds of sorry souls who desperately craved fantastic truths... Even with all that royal-blooded men had... their hearts tended to ring with the desire for such far-flung fantasies to exist in the physical world.
"Will you allow it, my lord, if we drank to our patron? Or would you prefer your sacrifice with haste?"
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The very first thing Anastasia caught from Lord Nikos of Condos was the way his body shivered at the utterance against his ear. Anastasia lived for the thrill of taking another's breath away, be it through the pleasure of storyweaving or the meshing together of bodies. Or, in the case in front of her now, a bit of both. Anastasia selected her words carefully, drawing just enough nerve to make herself stand out. Moreso to appeal to the egoism of man and to thumb her nose at the nobility who spoke ill of her clothing earlier... Anastasia created herself as a weapon, designed to pull the strings that controlled Man.
Lord Nikos went along so easily with her guidance, his hands taking to the banister he was so insistent on retaining a hold on. The smirk threatened to tug on her lips, but she abstained. It wouldn't be ladylike for her mark to know the deviousness that could reside behind her pretty face. With their proximity, Anastasia couldn't help but notice the azure of his gaze as it followed the plane of her form. He seemed to drink in the sight of her, those raised brows indicative that whatever he saw, he liked.
Perfect.
Anastasia wondered if the girls she'd come here with saw her, for their eyes clung inexorably to Nikos. The bard wondered if their stares burned into the back of her head, as if the heat from them might melt away her skull and let them see the man in front of her more easily. She let out a giggle at the thought, the sound timed well with his answer as that smile wove into being. He licked his lip next, and the bard was certain that she'd struck a proper chord with him. She wondered what it was. Daring? Guile? Beauty? Or did the siren pull at this sailor man's heartstrings with all of them, to lull him into her song?
She allowed a soft hum to part her lips, a gentle sway shifting her weight from foot to foot, the movement swaying her hips as the Condos admired the length of her body once again. As his gaze rose from her hips, the sway shifted her body back and forth, her shoulders cast to accentuate the slight curves of her breasts just as she was made to preeen with the tone and content of his words. A fluid motion drew her near to him once again, her body positioned between herself and the women who threw daggers with their gazes. Anastasia's arm slid about Nikos' shoulders, her lips hovering just above his jawline as she answered,
"Is there much supposing to be done, my lord? The way you've looked at me... it would be disrespectful to the Gods to deny such a... sacrifice."
She raised his hand next with her free one, lifting it to brush along her own jawline. This time she did not part from him, quite content to retain their proximity as she answered his question,
"I am Anastasia, the Siren given Legs."
Of all of the subjects she wove myths and stories of, it was herself that she enjoyed most. To create marvelous stories to banish a sordid past, to rebound the notoriety in crowds of sorry souls who desperately craved fantastic truths... Even with all that royal-blooded men had... their hearts tended to ring with the desire for such far-flung fantasies to exist in the physical world.
"Will you allow it, my lord, if we drank to our patron? Or would you prefer your sacrifice with haste?"
The very first thing Anastasia caught from Lord Nikos of Condos was the way his body shivered at the utterance against his ear. Anastasia lived for the thrill of taking another's breath away, be it through the pleasure of storyweaving or the meshing together of bodies. Or, in the case in front of her now, a bit of both. Anastasia selected her words carefully, drawing just enough nerve to make herself stand out. Moreso to appeal to the egoism of man and to thumb her nose at the nobility who spoke ill of her clothing earlier... Anastasia created herself as a weapon, designed to pull the strings that controlled Man.
Lord Nikos went along so easily with her guidance, his hands taking to the banister he was so insistent on retaining a hold on. The smirk threatened to tug on her lips, but she abstained. It wouldn't be ladylike for her mark to know the deviousness that could reside behind her pretty face. With their proximity, Anastasia couldn't help but notice the azure of his gaze as it followed the plane of her form. He seemed to drink in the sight of her, those raised brows indicative that whatever he saw, he liked.
Perfect.
Anastasia wondered if the girls she'd come here with saw her, for their eyes clung inexorably to Nikos. The bard wondered if their stares burned into the back of her head, as if the heat from them might melt away her skull and let them see the man in front of her more easily. She let out a giggle at the thought, the sound timed well with his answer as that smile wove into being. He licked his lip next, and the bard was certain that she'd struck a proper chord with him. She wondered what it was. Daring? Guile? Beauty? Or did the siren pull at this sailor man's heartstrings with all of them, to lull him into her song?
She allowed a soft hum to part her lips, a gentle sway shifting her weight from foot to foot, the movement swaying her hips as the Condos admired the length of her body once again. As his gaze rose from her hips, the sway shifted her body back and forth, her shoulders cast to accentuate the slight curves of her breasts just as she was made to preeen with the tone and content of his words. A fluid motion drew her near to him once again, her body positioned between herself and the women who threw daggers with their gazes. Anastasia's arm slid about Nikos' shoulders, her lips hovering just above his jawline as she answered,
"Is there much supposing to be done, my lord? The way you've looked at me... it would be disrespectful to the Gods to deny such a... sacrifice."
She raised his hand next with her free one, lifting it to brush along her own jawline. This time she did not part from him, quite content to retain their proximity as she answered his question,
"I am Anastasia, the Siren given Legs."
Of all of the subjects she wove myths and stories of, it was herself that she enjoyed most. To create marvelous stories to banish a sordid past, to rebound the notoriety in crowds of sorry souls who desperately craved fantastic truths... Even with all that royal-blooded men had... their hearts tended to ring with the desire for such far-flung fantasies to exist in the physical world.
"Will you allow it, my lord, if we drank to our patron? Or would you prefer your sacrifice with haste?"
The woman’s gentle dance was enticing and mesmerizing. Drawing him in, making him want to reach for her. But he kept that hold on the banister behind him and only ‘touched’ her with his eyes. Before he knew it, she was close again. Close enough he could have kissed her without hardly moving at all. His lips parted, amused as his gaze drifted over her shoulder. He spotted a few women staring, shock and anger on their faces, from down on the ground floor. His lips curved up in a wicked grin. He could see the jealousy on their faces. Was that why this woman had approached him? To win a bet? To anger someone? Well who was he to disappoint?
’Is there much supposing to be done, my lord? The way you’ve looked at me… it would be disrespectful to the Gods to deny such a…sacrifice.’
Nik shifted his gaze back to the woman before him, the sexy… clearly interested woman. She pulled at his hand and he allowed it, curious what she planned to do. The skin of her face was smooth and soft. He half expected her to pull away like she did before. But she remained, practically hanging on him, nearly fully pressed against him.
’I am Anastasia, the Siren given Legs.’
Yes, you are. he thought, his body reacting to her closeness. He spoke, his voice thick and low. ”It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Anastasia. I am Lord Nikos of Condos. But by the looks you are receiving right now… you already knew that.” He smirked, a breathy laugh escaping him as his hand slid from her jaw to cup the back of her neck.
’Will you allow it, my lord, if we drank to out patron? Or would you prefer your sacrifice with haste?’
The baron sucked in a breath through his nose, and let it out with a hum of thought. His eyes lifted towards the ceiling as he did, as if he wee pondering the question. He was actually. For this woman was certain doing everything she could to make her way to his bed. But did he really want to jump right in and not savor this attention. He needed to make rounds with the guests as well. ”Well… Dionysus is the god of excess. It wouldn’t be a proper sacrifice if it was performed while sober.” He met her gaze once more, removing his hand from her neck and reaching for hers. ”Stay at my side? We will enjoy the pleasures this party has to offer together, and end the night with a proper sacrifice to our patron.” he assured her. Besides, Nikos had a feeling she would very much enjoy rubbing his attention on her in the faces of those women milling about the base of the stairs upon which they stood. If she agreed to his terms, he would happily lead her right before those women, maybe even plant a hungry kiss upon her lips, for all of them to see.
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The woman’s gentle dance was enticing and mesmerizing. Drawing him in, making him want to reach for her. But he kept that hold on the banister behind him and only ‘touched’ her with his eyes. Before he knew it, she was close again. Close enough he could have kissed her without hardly moving at all. His lips parted, amused as his gaze drifted over her shoulder. He spotted a few women staring, shock and anger on their faces, from down on the ground floor. His lips curved up in a wicked grin. He could see the jealousy on their faces. Was that why this woman had approached him? To win a bet? To anger someone? Well who was he to disappoint?
’Is there much supposing to be done, my lord? The way you’ve looked at me… it would be disrespectful to the Gods to deny such a…sacrifice.’
Nik shifted his gaze back to the woman before him, the sexy… clearly interested woman. She pulled at his hand and he allowed it, curious what she planned to do. The skin of her face was smooth and soft. He half expected her to pull away like she did before. But she remained, practically hanging on him, nearly fully pressed against him.
’I am Anastasia, the Siren given Legs.’
Yes, you are. he thought, his body reacting to her closeness. He spoke, his voice thick and low. ”It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Anastasia. I am Lord Nikos of Condos. But by the looks you are receiving right now… you already knew that.” He smirked, a breathy laugh escaping him as his hand slid from her jaw to cup the back of her neck.
’Will you allow it, my lord, if we drank to out patron? Or would you prefer your sacrifice with haste?’
The baron sucked in a breath through his nose, and let it out with a hum of thought. His eyes lifted towards the ceiling as he did, as if he wee pondering the question. He was actually. For this woman was certain doing everything she could to make her way to his bed. But did he really want to jump right in and not savor this attention. He needed to make rounds with the guests as well. ”Well… Dionysus is the god of excess. It wouldn’t be a proper sacrifice if it was performed while sober.” He met her gaze once more, removing his hand from her neck and reaching for hers. ”Stay at my side? We will enjoy the pleasures this party has to offer together, and end the night with a proper sacrifice to our patron.” he assured her. Besides, Nikos had a feeling she would very much enjoy rubbing his attention on her in the faces of those women milling about the base of the stairs upon which they stood. If she agreed to his terms, he would happily lead her right before those women, maybe even plant a hungry kiss upon her lips, for all of them to see.
The woman’s gentle dance was enticing and mesmerizing. Drawing him in, making him want to reach for her. But he kept that hold on the banister behind him and only ‘touched’ her with his eyes. Before he knew it, she was close again. Close enough he could have kissed her without hardly moving at all. His lips parted, amused as his gaze drifted over her shoulder. He spotted a few women staring, shock and anger on their faces, from down on the ground floor. His lips curved up in a wicked grin. He could see the jealousy on their faces. Was that why this woman had approached him? To win a bet? To anger someone? Well who was he to disappoint?
’Is there much supposing to be done, my lord? The way you’ve looked at me… it would be disrespectful to the Gods to deny such a…sacrifice.’
Nik shifted his gaze back to the woman before him, the sexy… clearly interested woman. She pulled at his hand and he allowed it, curious what she planned to do. The skin of her face was smooth and soft. He half expected her to pull away like she did before. But she remained, practically hanging on him, nearly fully pressed against him.
’I am Anastasia, the Siren given Legs.’
Yes, you are. he thought, his body reacting to her closeness. He spoke, his voice thick and low. ”It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Anastasia. I am Lord Nikos of Condos. But by the looks you are receiving right now… you already knew that.” He smirked, a breathy laugh escaping him as his hand slid from her jaw to cup the back of her neck.
’Will you allow it, my lord, if we drank to out patron? Or would you prefer your sacrifice with haste?’
The baron sucked in a breath through his nose, and let it out with a hum of thought. His eyes lifted towards the ceiling as he did, as if he wee pondering the question. He was actually. For this woman was certain doing everything she could to make her way to his bed. But did he really want to jump right in and not savor this attention. He needed to make rounds with the guests as well. ”Well… Dionysus is the god of excess. It wouldn’t be a proper sacrifice if it was performed while sober.” He met her gaze once more, removing his hand from her neck and reaching for hers. ”Stay at my side? We will enjoy the pleasures this party has to offer together, and end the night with a proper sacrifice to our patron.” he assured her. Besides, Nikos had a feeling she would very much enjoy rubbing his attention on her in the faces of those women milling about the base of the stairs upon which they stood. If she agreed to his terms, he would happily lead her right before those women, maybe even plant a hungry kiss upon her lips, for all of them to see.
"It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Anastasia."
"But by the looks you are receiving right now... you already knew that."
Anastasia despised being touched where his grasp lay. In another life, she might've enjoyed it, but the wounds from Alector of Athenia's treatment of her had not yet healed, and she nearly pushed away from the lord at the motion. But, she relented, satisfied in knowing that the man's features shared no likeness with Alector's own. She craned against his hold, creating distance between his hand and her neck until he finally decided to let it go.
"None of them have the nerve to take your attention. They wish to be noticed. Isn't that foolish?"
Anastasia felt the strained laughter flourish in her chest before it escaped from her lips, quickly regaining her composure. Fingertips traced the contours of his musculature, from the frame of his shoulder along the path of each of his arms. Fingertips were feather lightly against his skin as she guided his arms to allow her fingers to slide along his palms. Once she secured hold of his hands, she guided them along the sweeping fabric of her peplos, following the subtle curves of her body before they met her hips.
His answer to her questions brought with it a glimmer of satisfaction. It painted an easy flush upon her cheeks, allowed a butle tremor in her lips as those orbs glazed over with an inherent desire. For all that he spoke of, the place at his side, the dwindling of her sobriety to the inevitable, satisfying conclusion that would follow. Anastasia relished in making the rest jealous, their seething by no means done, though they'd abandoned their place in favour of... it didn't matter.
Ana stopped paying attention to them, instead allowing a murmuring prayer to the god of excess in agreement to his answer. Everything the man said was tailoured to her sensibilities. From the giving proper homage to Dionysus to hanging on the man's arm. Once the distaste at the positioning of his hands swept from her mind, she was more than pleased to offer him every last bit of his attention.
"You have a party to attend, don't you, my lord? Now that I have your arm, there's no reason for you to linger on this staircase," she reckoned. While it might've been fun, to claim a kiss from the man in the center of his stage, it would be more tantalizing to parade about, an accessory on his arm while others seethed with jealousy. To Nikos, this might've been a familiar practice, with women not so forward as she. But, for Ana, she was happy to observe, to watch this party explode into the patron god's excess in ritualistic festivity. She craved the taste of wine on her tongue, with every intention of dodging the poppy she'd heard so much about.
So tempting, but... that would undo me. I'm here for a higher purpose.
She almost giggled at her own choice of words, but seeing as it'd be lost on the lord, she clung to his arm, curious to find the figures of the woman from earlier, only to lament as they dissolved into the crowd. Plenty of other jealous faces were plastered in the crowd, but none so satisfying as the ones who'd loaned her these clothes.
I guess they're mine, now.
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"It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Anastasia."
"But by the looks you are receiving right now... you already knew that."
Anastasia despised being touched where his grasp lay. In another life, she might've enjoyed it, but the wounds from Alector of Athenia's treatment of her had not yet healed, and she nearly pushed away from the lord at the motion. But, she relented, satisfied in knowing that the man's features shared no likeness with Alector's own. She craned against his hold, creating distance between his hand and her neck until he finally decided to let it go.
"None of them have the nerve to take your attention. They wish to be noticed. Isn't that foolish?"
Anastasia felt the strained laughter flourish in her chest before it escaped from her lips, quickly regaining her composure. Fingertips traced the contours of his musculature, from the frame of his shoulder along the path of each of his arms. Fingertips were feather lightly against his skin as she guided his arms to allow her fingers to slide along his palms. Once she secured hold of his hands, she guided them along the sweeping fabric of her peplos, following the subtle curves of her body before they met her hips.
His answer to her questions brought with it a glimmer of satisfaction. It painted an easy flush upon her cheeks, allowed a butle tremor in her lips as those orbs glazed over with an inherent desire. For all that he spoke of, the place at his side, the dwindling of her sobriety to the inevitable, satisfying conclusion that would follow. Anastasia relished in making the rest jealous, their seething by no means done, though they'd abandoned their place in favour of... it didn't matter.
Ana stopped paying attention to them, instead allowing a murmuring prayer to the god of excess in agreement to his answer. Everything the man said was tailoured to her sensibilities. From the giving proper homage to Dionysus to hanging on the man's arm. Once the distaste at the positioning of his hands swept from her mind, she was more than pleased to offer him every last bit of his attention.
"You have a party to attend, don't you, my lord? Now that I have your arm, there's no reason for you to linger on this staircase," she reckoned. While it might've been fun, to claim a kiss from the man in the center of his stage, it would be more tantalizing to parade about, an accessory on his arm while others seethed with jealousy. To Nikos, this might've been a familiar practice, with women not so forward as she. But, for Ana, she was happy to observe, to watch this party explode into the patron god's excess in ritualistic festivity. She craved the taste of wine on her tongue, with every intention of dodging the poppy she'd heard so much about.
So tempting, but... that would undo me. I'm here for a higher purpose.
She almost giggled at her own choice of words, but seeing as it'd be lost on the lord, she clung to his arm, curious to find the figures of the woman from earlier, only to lament as they dissolved into the crowd. Plenty of other jealous faces were plastered in the crowd, but none so satisfying as the ones who'd loaned her these clothes.
I guess they're mine, now.
"It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Anastasia."
"But by the looks you are receiving right now... you already knew that."
Anastasia despised being touched where his grasp lay. In another life, she might've enjoyed it, but the wounds from Alector of Athenia's treatment of her had not yet healed, and she nearly pushed away from the lord at the motion. But, she relented, satisfied in knowing that the man's features shared no likeness with Alector's own. She craned against his hold, creating distance between his hand and her neck until he finally decided to let it go.
"None of them have the nerve to take your attention. They wish to be noticed. Isn't that foolish?"
Anastasia felt the strained laughter flourish in her chest before it escaped from her lips, quickly regaining her composure. Fingertips traced the contours of his musculature, from the frame of his shoulder along the path of each of his arms. Fingertips were feather lightly against his skin as she guided his arms to allow her fingers to slide along his palms. Once she secured hold of his hands, she guided them along the sweeping fabric of her peplos, following the subtle curves of her body before they met her hips.
His answer to her questions brought with it a glimmer of satisfaction. It painted an easy flush upon her cheeks, allowed a butle tremor in her lips as those orbs glazed over with an inherent desire. For all that he spoke of, the place at his side, the dwindling of her sobriety to the inevitable, satisfying conclusion that would follow. Anastasia relished in making the rest jealous, their seething by no means done, though they'd abandoned their place in favour of... it didn't matter.
Ana stopped paying attention to them, instead allowing a murmuring prayer to the god of excess in agreement to his answer. Everything the man said was tailoured to her sensibilities. From the giving proper homage to Dionysus to hanging on the man's arm. Once the distaste at the positioning of his hands swept from her mind, she was more than pleased to offer him every last bit of his attention.
"You have a party to attend, don't you, my lord? Now that I have your arm, there's no reason for you to linger on this staircase," she reckoned. While it might've been fun, to claim a kiss from the man in the center of his stage, it would be more tantalizing to parade about, an accessory on his arm while others seethed with jealousy. To Nikos, this might've been a familiar practice, with women not so forward as she. But, for Ana, she was happy to observe, to watch this party explode into the patron god's excess in ritualistic festivity. She craved the taste of wine on her tongue, with every intention of dodging the poppy she'd heard so much about.
So tempting, but... that would undo me. I'm here for a higher purpose.
She almost giggled at her own choice of words, but seeing as it'd be lost on the lord, she clung to his arm, curious to find the figures of the woman from earlier, only to lament as they dissolved into the crowd. Plenty of other jealous faces were plastered in the crowd, but none so satisfying as the ones who'd loaned her these clothes.
I guess they're mine, now.
’None of them have the nerve to take your attention. They wish to be noticed. Isn’t that foolish?’
Nik smirked at this, a cocky sort of smile that said he completely agreed with this sentiment. Foolish indeed. Especially when Nikos could quite literally have his pick of the women at such a party as this. It took a lot to garner his attention without approaching him in such a manner as Anastasia had tonight. One must reach out and take what they wanted. I see what’s mine and take it. It was the motto he lived his life by. Why wait for something to come to you when you could take it? Mind, there was a time and a place for patience. Like with the crown he so desperately wanted. If he over played his hand, he could well be executed for treason. But when it came to simple pleasures… why wait?
The baron allowed Ana to guide his hands along her curves to rest finally at her hips. He licked his lips in appreciation of the lithe body he felt beneath the expensive peplos she wore, his hands squeezing teasingly and pulling her closer to him as they conversed of jealous women and homage to Dionysus. His wickedly mischievous grin grew when she agreed to accompany him so that they may end the night in his bed.
’You have a party to attend, don’t you, my lord? Now that I have your arm, there’s no reason for you to linger on this staircase.’
”Excellent.” Nikos at last pushed off from the banister he had been leaning against this entire time, a cocky smirk on his lips and the promise of the pleasures he’d not so subtly hinted at dancing in his azure gaze. One arm snaked around Ana’s waist as he started descending the staircase. At the bottom of the stairs, they were approached by a servant who held out two goblets of the semi-sweet smelling, famous Condos wine. The baron took the glasses from the servant and offered one to his latest female companion. He could feel the looks being directed their way, and Nikos delighted in it. Of course, Nik loved being the center of attention, especially at his own parties. And most especially when it was the attention of such beautiful women as what were gathered at this particular soiree. He took a long drink from his wine glass and eyed the crowd. There were people he would need to make a point in greeting – and usually he’d be sussing out the woman that he would be ending the night with, or even a handful of women he could spend an hour or so each with. But tonight, Ana had already claimed that honor. Which was completely fine by him. ”Come on, my beautiful siren companion. I must converse with the more prominent guests, and then we can find a reprieve in the gardens.” And he led her through the crowd as the musicians picked up a lively tune to accompany the bard across the way that had taken up a song of adventure.
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’None of them have the nerve to take your attention. They wish to be noticed. Isn’t that foolish?’
Nik smirked at this, a cocky sort of smile that said he completely agreed with this sentiment. Foolish indeed. Especially when Nikos could quite literally have his pick of the women at such a party as this. It took a lot to garner his attention without approaching him in such a manner as Anastasia had tonight. One must reach out and take what they wanted. I see what’s mine and take it. It was the motto he lived his life by. Why wait for something to come to you when you could take it? Mind, there was a time and a place for patience. Like with the crown he so desperately wanted. If he over played his hand, he could well be executed for treason. But when it came to simple pleasures… why wait?
The baron allowed Ana to guide his hands along her curves to rest finally at her hips. He licked his lips in appreciation of the lithe body he felt beneath the expensive peplos she wore, his hands squeezing teasingly and pulling her closer to him as they conversed of jealous women and homage to Dionysus. His wickedly mischievous grin grew when she agreed to accompany him so that they may end the night in his bed.
’You have a party to attend, don’t you, my lord? Now that I have your arm, there’s no reason for you to linger on this staircase.’
”Excellent.” Nikos at last pushed off from the banister he had been leaning against this entire time, a cocky smirk on his lips and the promise of the pleasures he’d not so subtly hinted at dancing in his azure gaze. One arm snaked around Ana’s waist as he started descending the staircase. At the bottom of the stairs, they were approached by a servant who held out two goblets of the semi-sweet smelling, famous Condos wine. The baron took the glasses from the servant and offered one to his latest female companion. He could feel the looks being directed their way, and Nikos delighted in it. Of course, Nik loved being the center of attention, especially at his own parties. And most especially when it was the attention of such beautiful women as what were gathered at this particular soiree. He took a long drink from his wine glass and eyed the crowd. There were people he would need to make a point in greeting – and usually he’d be sussing out the woman that he would be ending the night with, or even a handful of women he could spend an hour or so each with. But tonight, Ana had already claimed that honor. Which was completely fine by him. ”Come on, my beautiful siren companion. I must converse with the more prominent guests, and then we can find a reprieve in the gardens.” And he led her through the crowd as the musicians picked up a lively tune to accompany the bard across the way that had taken up a song of adventure.
’None of them have the nerve to take your attention. They wish to be noticed. Isn’t that foolish?’
Nik smirked at this, a cocky sort of smile that said he completely agreed with this sentiment. Foolish indeed. Especially when Nikos could quite literally have his pick of the women at such a party as this. It took a lot to garner his attention without approaching him in such a manner as Anastasia had tonight. One must reach out and take what they wanted. I see what’s mine and take it. It was the motto he lived his life by. Why wait for something to come to you when you could take it? Mind, there was a time and a place for patience. Like with the crown he so desperately wanted. If he over played his hand, he could well be executed for treason. But when it came to simple pleasures… why wait?
The baron allowed Ana to guide his hands along her curves to rest finally at her hips. He licked his lips in appreciation of the lithe body he felt beneath the expensive peplos she wore, his hands squeezing teasingly and pulling her closer to him as they conversed of jealous women and homage to Dionysus. His wickedly mischievous grin grew when she agreed to accompany him so that they may end the night in his bed.
’You have a party to attend, don’t you, my lord? Now that I have your arm, there’s no reason for you to linger on this staircase.’
”Excellent.” Nikos at last pushed off from the banister he had been leaning against this entire time, a cocky smirk on his lips and the promise of the pleasures he’d not so subtly hinted at dancing in his azure gaze. One arm snaked around Ana’s waist as he started descending the staircase. At the bottom of the stairs, they were approached by a servant who held out two goblets of the semi-sweet smelling, famous Condos wine. The baron took the glasses from the servant and offered one to his latest female companion. He could feel the looks being directed their way, and Nikos delighted in it. Of course, Nik loved being the center of attention, especially at his own parties. And most especially when it was the attention of such beautiful women as what were gathered at this particular soiree. He took a long drink from his wine glass and eyed the crowd. There were people he would need to make a point in greeting – and usually he’d be sussing out the woman that he would be ending the night with, or even a handful of women he could spend an hour or so each with. But tonight, Ana had already claimed that honor. Which was completely fine by him. ”Come on, my beautiful siren companion. I must converse with the more prominent guests, and then we can find a reprieve in the gardens.” And he led her through the crowd as the musicians picked up a lively tune to accompany the bard across the way that had taken up a song of adventure.
