Setting Things Right

[Vampire ST]

We all like a good love story so you got a pass on the first scene, but we're also not glossing over the fact that we're undead monsters.

Unless Vampires Blush, they're basically corpses, especially at lower Humanities.

Kissing is basically grating bone dry, ice cold lips and tongues together and needs to be acknowledged in narration that any sort of contact is basically touching a corpse.

Welcome to being undead and the many, many reasons Vitae Is Good.

[Alice Hart]

While the Burned Man studies the Doll, he realizes something. Something he hadn't in the contrasting pallet of orange-fire reds and cool glowing blues.

She looked more like doll.

Her inhuman movements, were that. More so then just the Curse.

It was like they were mechanical, calculated.

In that instance Robert was sure that were Alice's amethyst eyes still shining, they would be piercing, predatory in a way they'd never been.

To Robert's demand, Alice hums, a hollow sound. Void of all inflection. Though she doesn't say anything, she's not a very good liar. That's been established, so she'd rather not say anything she doesn't mean. She'd just gotten Robert back, she's not going to lose him because of something stupid. Not when there might be something she might have been able to do.

Her head falls, only to be lifted by Robert's scarred hand. It's cold. But so is she.

In the dark depths of the Necropolis they were Nosferatu, and so Alice kisses the corpse of the man that housed the monster she loved with abandon.

She's inexperienced, the Burned Man can tell, but he's teaching her as their lips meet. Dead flesh against dead flesh.

(though alice's gum itch fangs a hairs breath from descending. she knows there's blood beneath those cold dead lips, and she's so fucking hungry)

To distract herself, bone pale fingers caress, and search and memorize the patchwork of scar tissue. (no pulse, no pulse, no pulse - if she wishes hard enough maybe the wraith will forget how sweet bea's vitae was) A finger traces the out line of his new cross-brand. Knowing that a scarred crescent moon lay betwixt her breasts. The Sisters Three offered to tattoo, but she thought of Robert and demanded the brand.

Alice loves him, and loves that he doesn't want to pretend with her.

The only other man she'd ever done anything physical with, was Henry.

The Mekhet that groomed her. The Liar who threw her aside.

When Henry and Alice were together, he always Blushed.

[Robert Cross]

End scene!