Burying the Hatchet (Private)

[Velma]

Velma nodded at Dillon’s words as he expanded on the adversity that he had gone through.

She continued listening the deputy talking about opportunities. Yes, there were opportunities to be taken… and being the Ravager she was meant that Velma cared about herself first, second and third… the rest of the domain and its denizens grabbed the last place. But even in the haze of her selfish thoughts she knew that right now the domain was vulnerable, and she didn’t like vulnerability, not in a way that she couldn’t exploit.

“We might need to do something about that.” Was the answer that Dillon mustered from the succubus. It could be understood as a mysterious statement but the forceful way with which it was spoken meant that Velma was really decided to do something about it.

The songstress took a moment to weight her next words and then decided to proceed.

“I will be participating in the Regency contest…” She chanced. Dillon was not the only one that knew how to fish for interesting conversation.

“I have plans for it…”

[Dillon Connery]

"Good," Dillon says with a solid nod of his head, before repeating his approval. "Good for you."

Again, he doesn't bother to hide his admiration for the tempting Daeva. He rarely does hide such reactions. But it's true that here, behind closed doors, the Gangrel is much less inclined to subdue the boldness his observations behind a show of polite modesty.

"Whether it's intelligence or cunning - or a healthy dose of both - motivated Kindred such as yourself can go far in our society. I look forward to watching your progress. Helping it, if I can." A boyish grin. "Hopefully as your ally...

"I assure you I can be a useful one."

Hazel eyes glance down to Velma's collarbone, what isn't hidden by the jacket, and study for a moment before returning to address her lips. There is an air of playful mischief to his smile, now. "As a matter of fact, I have a small gift for you. Is that alright?"

[Velma]

“A gift?” the Daeva’s attention was suddenly peaked.

Not only because Dillon had a “gift” for her but because he had decided to “offer” it. Velma liked the Savage deputy… she had even dared to flirt him when they met, he was certainly a heartbreaker not one of those drugstore cowboys. He had an easy smile and those boyish good looks and he was a true gentleman… but while liking the Savage deputy Velma respected him, so thinking he would “offer” something to her just because he liked her chassis... she felt conflicted.

You feel like disarming me… let’s play along, we might actually enjoy it both.

The vicious Daeva decided to see where it would take her. In fact maybe a part of her had a different assessment and wanted to just “believe”…

“for me?” Velma’s smile widened, her eyes beamed with joy.

She turns around as if looking for something that wasn’t there yet, or that she could have missed when she first entered the room.

“Don’t make me wait for it! What is it?” the Daeva asks playfully and with enthusiasm, her eyes were now only for Dillon, in the heat of the moment her hands were touching Dillon’s own hands, light as feathers first but after a while they felt warming and caring, soothing the Savage from the hardships of his Requiem...

[Dillon Connery]

Dillon smiles genuinely at Velma's hands on his, allowing her to do what she will with them for a few seconds. He is in no real hurry, and only a fool would be, alone with a woman like this. The only thing different about this occurrence thus far, and a certain fantasy he'd had almost a century ago, is that the Embrace and Vinculum now prevent him from feeding on her. But soon, as the moment begins to fade naturally, he gives her hands a slight squeeze, and lets them settle to her lap. He needs his free.

Clearing his throat a bit, Dillon lifts his hands back up to gently brush the cherry colored locks over and behind Velma's shoulders. They then move to the collar of her jacket.

"Pardon my touch, ma'am," he says with a wry, but somehow still modest, smile. "But this is in the way just a bit. I'm not sure if you will like this gift or not -it isn't much - but I'm sure you will make it look good."

Provided she allows, the Gangrel Gentleman will carefully reveal much of the beautiful songstress' shoulders. Quite a bit more flesh exposed than is probably needed or warranted... but, well, maybe he just wants to enjoy this as much as possible.

[Velma]

Velma felt silent while Dillon’s hands explored the collar of her jacket and the locks of her hair were put behind her shoulders. The way she smiled quietly consented with the way the deputy was handling her.

If she was alive she knew her heart would be pounding. But she wasn’t alive, and right now she was dansing…

The songstress nods gently with her head, her pearlescent smile and beautiful eyes had a rare bright at this very moment. The alabaster tone of her skin was perfect and smooth, everything seemed… perfect, the gentle curve of her shoulders seemed to beg for another kindred to sink his teeth into them, loosing themselves in the exhilaration of the blood of another.

[Dillon Connery]

Taking in the perfection with hungry eyes, Dillon exercizes an extreme amount of restraint. He takes in a deep, unnecessary breath when the jacket falls away from Velma's shoulders; a practice of concentration. Fangs stretch behind his lips, jabbing at his own flesh with need. His tongue presses against the back of his mundane teeth, desiring a taste of her.

No one would find out, right? A harmless little taste will be perfectly innocent and enjoyable for the both of them. He would make sure she never forgot it. And if he ever saw Corbin again, he could make sure his old Coterie mate never forgot it, either.

But Dillon ignores it all.

"Remember," his voice comes quietly, "for what it will be worth; nothing I have said to you tonight has been a lie."

The hand that doesn't hover delicately near Velma's neck reaches back, but passes his pant pocket. There is no box or necklace there...

Instead, it slips around behind him, under his jacket.

And withdraws a foot-long pole of sharpened wood.

  Initiative 12

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2013-01-12 07:43:25		Dillon Connery rolls 1 die for initiative		2

[Velma]

Velma was looking forward listening to Dillon’s words coming from behind her, the entire setting seemed perfect, the silence, the scent, the tension.

A diamond perhaps? Diamonds are eternal after all! Like us.

When Dillon finishes she looks backward with a heart melting smile and looks the deputy in the eyes, a mix of joy and curiosity was delicately painted across her face, her lips, her eyes and her cheeks.

Then, her grey blue eyes notice the sudden motion behind the jacket. Her face changes…

  Initiative: 15

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2013-01-12 08:51:54		Velma Star rolls 1 die for initiative		10

[Vampire ST]

Velma wins Initiative...

[Velma]

… to one of despair.

There was the possibility of trying to run away.

Her eyes shifted for a single moment, was she going to make it?

She was sitting in a chair, there was a door, stairs and an unknown amount of obstacles outside that could be waiting for her.

Impossible.

The succubus only had a chance. A dim one.

“Dillon!” Her eyes lock into those of the savage deputy. There was despair in them, the despair of someone caught between a sword and a wall.

“Drop the stake.” Velma begged, her hands shaking, the blood starting to form tears in her eyes.

“Run away with me!” the Ravager chanced. Blood red tears were now running down her cheeks. Her voice was shaky; she was barely holding herself together sensing her end closing in on her.

  Entrancement: 3suxx

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2013-01-12 10:51:12		Velma Star rolls 14 to Entrancement: Man + Emp + Maj + WP (10 Again, WillPower)		9, 4, 4, 4, 2, 8, 4, 7, 5, 6, 1, 6, 7, 10, 1		3 successes

[Dillon Connery]

  6 suxx resist*; 8 suxx grapple before DEF

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2013-01-14 19:33:04		Dillon Connery rolls 11 to grapple Velma; Strength + Vigor + Brawl + Spec (10 Again)		8, 10, 2, 10, 2, 10, 5, 1, 7, 3, 3, 8, 9, 10, 8		8 successes
2013-01-14 19:21:52		Dillon Connery rolls 10 to resist Mesmerize; Resolve + Composure + Blood Potency (10 Again)		10, 10, 4, 5, 8, 1, 10, 7, 2, 7, 8, 10, 1, 5		6 successes

Undeterred, the Gangrel's free hand strikes like lightning; latching onto the back of Velma's perfect neck in an iron grip. He is in excellent physical shape, but that power she felt earlier? That marble-hard tone to his musculature? That was ability afforded to no mortal man.

He doesn't choke her, or wring her neck like some common chicken. In some strange, brutal way... this is his extension of respect.

Ever the gentleman.

"Piece of advice:" his throaty voice begins, in a rumbling growl...

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