Post by Dollface on Sept 13, 2014 18:49:10 GMT -5
"Come, a little closer, I know what you need now;"
Kelli bounces out of the shower, wrapping a towel around her nubile form before dancing her way into her room, the cheerfully percussive beats of Dada Life's "Happy Violence" thumping through the candy-scented air. Plopping herself down at her vanity table, she pats her face dry, admiring her flawless porcelain skin and running her fingertips along her delicately curved jawline.
"Come, or I'll make you, and then I'll show you how;"
Reaching for a frosted glass bottle, she unscrews the needlessly ornate lid to reveal a swirled, pale peach substance inside. Smoothing the créme base over her cheeks, she works her way down over her chin and up over her forehead, blending everything into the surrounding area. Everything has to start from the beginning, right?
"Cause baby you and me we are on our feet, no defeat smiling faces;"
Kelli grins at herself in the mirror, the upcoming match forefront in her mind. In a ring with Nathan, and NOT against him, was one of her favorite places to be these days. They played well off each other,
"Make this night the very last fight, the wildest life smiling faces;"
Kelli picks a metallic violent pencil, lining her eyes and enjoying the contrast of the purple against the soft mossy green or her irises. The last fight... not likely, not up against the Black Hand (so like, do they just never wash them, or..?), but it's sure as hell gonna be wild. Fed-named Psychedelica paired up with former World and Genesis champion (as well as professional badass) Eira? Sounds like a whole lot of chaotic scary for super serious Grimm, Sadistic, and Showtime to be dealing with.
"It's my happy violence,
Forcing us tonight it feels so right.
It's my happy violence,
Crashing into you, right into you."
Forcing us tonight it feels so right.
It's my happy violence,
Crashing into you, right into you."
Applying a magenta lipstick that looks more like melted crayon than a cosmetic for an adult woman, she tosses the tube into her purse. Shaking the small pink bag around to get the various items to settle, she catches sight of the neon-colored (and probably flavored) condoms she'd tucked in there weeks ago.
"Date with Nathan? No sense in having those in there. Wouldn't want to give the wrong idea, and things definitely aren't going THAT well yet. I swear to god, I go to a rave and it's nothing but people throwing themselves at me, but when it's a guy I actually LIKE I can't Lady well enough to figure out how to get into his tastefully tailored trousers." Glancing at the clock she takes note of the time and blanches, rushing out of the room.
"I'm late, I'm late, for a very important date!" *
*~*~*~*~*~*
Rasputin's hands rest on Iska's shoulders as she stares at his reflection in her mirror, the soft light from her somehow failing to reach his eyes. He'd found the way to bypass her considerable resistance, much the same way any good drug could work around a body's natural defense systems: simply trick it into thinking it was exactly what it needed and wanted.
"I mean nothing by it, zaichik, but your sister is in danger. We MUST get her away from Nathan."
"I tried. I failed. I have no other ideas short of having him exterminated."
Rasputin blinks, taken aback at her callous willingness to dispose of the man. Not that he'd have any tears to shed, but still - he'd had no idea just how deep the damage ran through the girl.
"That won't be necessary, precious one, but we DO need to separate them. You can tell that she's leaving your control, entering his... and who knows what he'll do to her once he gets her there?"
Iska rises and turns, her arms winding around Rasputin's neck like a sleepy child seeking solace, her blurred gaze taking no note of the flicker of surprise in his eyes.
"I do not wish to find out. There is always danger in getting too close to anyone, yet she insists upon trying, over and over again. Perhaps the Black Hand will do us a favor and take care of him FOR us."
"Lovely child, that is not quite what I had in mind. Don't forget that your sister and the wily Nathan will be assisted by Eira, a woman with her own odd brand of fighting the good fight. I doubt she'll let anything untowards happen to him - but we DO need him away from your sister. Do you have any ideas?"
"Q. I can use him against her. He was the last one she became close to, then he left her. He left her just like everyone else does, everyone except me. And now you."
Raspuin's arms wrap round her, pulling her close. A malevolent smile creases his harsh features as one hand on the back of her head, her head resting against his chest. "And me, zaichick. And me."
"I mean nothing by it, zaichik, but your sister is in danger. We MUST get her away from Nathan."
"I tried. I failed. I have no other ideas short of having him exterminated."
Rasputin blinks, taken aback at her callous willingness to dispose of the man. Not that he'd have any tears to shed, but still - he'd had no idea just how deep the damage ran through the girl.
"That won't be necessary, precious one, but we DO need to separate them. You can tell that she's leaving your control, entering his... and who knows what he'll do to her once he gets her there?"
Iska rises and turns, her arms winding around Rasputin's neck like a sleepy child seeking solace, her blurred gaze taking no note of the flicker of surprise in his eyes.
"I do not wish to find out. There is always danger in getting too close to anyone, yet she insists upon trying, over and over again. Perhaps the Black Hand will do us a favor and take care of him FOR us."
"Lovely child, that is not quite what I had in mind. Don't forget that your sister and the wily Nathan will be assisted by Eira, a woman with her own odd brand of fighting the good fight. I doubt she'll let anything untowards happen to him - but we DO need him away from your sister. Do you have any ideas?"
"Q. I can use him against her. He was the last one she became close to, then he left her. He left her just like everyone else does, everyone except me. And now you."
Raspuin's arms wrap round her, pulling her close. A malevolent smile creases his harsh features as one hand on the back of her head, her head resting against his chest. "And me, zaichick. And me."
*~*~*~*~*~*
Wandering along the limestone path, Kelli looks around at the explosions of color all around her. Birds of Paradise, bleeding hearts, rhododendrons, orchids and irises, mums and roses all growing in profusion everywhere one looked. With a sigh, she turns to Nathan under a picturesque, ivy-draped arch.
"Nathan... we need to talk."
"Most times when I've heard that sentence from a lovely woman, it's always been something bad."
Kelli giggles quietly, the bright smile calming Nathan's worry somewhat.
"No, I mean, I think we should talk about the match. It's the Black Hand, you know."
"Yes yes, I know their quaint little club name. Grimm, Sadistic, and Showtime sounds arguably more intimidating than lumping them all together under some team-based moniker."
"We still might get our asses kicked. I have a good track record against Grimm, but that can't last forever. Even with Eira's help, we're really going to have to bring our A-game to make it out of this one." Plucking a marigold from the ground by her feet, she spins it in her fingertips, watching the burnished petals twirl like a mandala. "I'd hate to be a flower, though being that pretty would be cool."
"Kelli, my dear, you are beautiful enough to put any bloom here to shame and envy."
"Well no, I mean, they don't even have sex." Her eyes widen, a light blush coloring her cheeks as one hand goes to cover her mouth. "I mean. I'm sorry. Oh hell, I hadn't meant to -"
Nathan chuckles quietly, taking her hand and raising it to his lips. "My lovely, I'm a gentleman, not a monk. I'm certainly no stranger to the phenomenon or the idea of it."
"Well we never - I mean, you haven't even -" The color approaching much more of a fire-engine red than anything one might describe as a blush, Kelli falters and shuts her mouth, every line of her posture broadcasting utter mortification.
"I find that everything tends to happen when the time is right. Far be it from me to rush, or dawdle, anything in the overarching plan of things."
"I know, I know, and i swear I'm trying to be more ladylike, but -"
"You're WHAT?"
"Trying to be more ladylike. You're such a gentleman, and i'm just -"
"My DEAR." The closest to annoyed she's ever heard Nathan with her, and on a date. Super awesome. "My dear lady, if you really feel that I would be so shallow as to expect you to change yourself for my benefit, we may have a great deal more to discuss than our upcoming match."
Horror washes over Kelli's features as she realizes what the situation sounds like from HIS point of view. "No, no that's not what I meant! You don't make me feel like I have to change, but I WANT to, I want to be more like what you like and -"
"Kelli..." Taking both her hands in his, he gazes straight into her eyes. "...if I did not like what and who you already were, I wouldn't BE here. I have chosen you, and you have chosen me, as we are. Let that reassure you if nothing else will."
"Nathan... we need to talk."
"Most times when I've heard that sentence from a lovely woman, it's always been something bad."
Kelli giggles quietly, the bright smile calming Nathan's worry somewhat.
"No, I mean, I think we should talk about the match. It's the Black Hand, you know."
"Yes yes, I know their quaint little club name. Grimm, Sadistic, and Showtime sounds arguably more intimidating than lumping them all together under some team-based moniker."
"We still might get our asses kicked. I have a good track record against Grimm, but that can't last forever. Even with Eira's help, we're really going to have to bring our A-game to make it out of this one." Plucking a marigold from the ground by her feet, she spins it in her fingertips, watching the burnished petals twirl like a mandala. "I'd hate to be a flower, though being that pretty would be cool."
"Kelli, my dear, you are beautiful enough to put any bloom here to shame and envy."
"Well no, I mean, they don't even have sex." Her eyes widen, a light blush coloring her cheeks as one hand goes to cover her mouth. "I mean. I'm sorry. Oh hell, I hadn't meant to -"
Nathan chuckles quietly, taking her hand and raising it to his lips. "My lovely, I'm a gentleman, not a monk. I'm certainly no stranger to the phenomenon or the idea of it."
"Well we never - I mean, you haven't even -" The color approaching much more of a fire-engine red than anything one might describe as a blush, Kelli falters and shuts her mouth, every line of her posture broadcasting utter mortification.
"I find that everything tends to happen when the time is right. Far be it from me to rush, or dawdle, anything in the overarching plan of things."
"I know, I know, and i swear I'm trying to be more ladylike, but -"
"You're WHAT?"
"Trying to be more ladylike. You're such a gentleman, and i'm just -"
"My DEAR." The closest to annoyed she's ever heard Nathan with her, and on a date. Super awesome. "My dear lady, if you really feel that I would be so shallow as to expect you to change yourself for my benefit, we may have a great deal more to discuss than our upcoming match."
Horror washes over Kelli's features as she realizes what the situation sounds like from HIS point of view. "No, no that's not what I meant! You don't make me feel like I have to change, but I WANT to, I want to be more like what you like and -"
"Kelli..." Taking both her hands in his, he gazes straight into her eyes. "...if I did not like what and who you already were, I wouldn't BE here. I have chosen you, and you have chosen me, as we are. Let that reassure you if nothing else will."
(you have no idea how long I've been waiting to use that line in a Kelli/Nathan RP)
