The Date
I've nothing in this world to show for myself but my actions, and I promised myself once I saw Zillah's missing green eye that I would retrieve it for him. In my thoughts, it was the perfect wedding gift; to be able to look at him freely, not through tinted glass on the day we are wed.
I found Mister Imri at the fancy restaurant in Paris, the one I don't go to because the service kind of stinks. He purred that he has 'connections' and got us a table in the sea of overly-dressed masticating French people. He was quick to bring up Zillah and how fortunate I was to be leaving so soon. If I'm not mistaken, I think he was encouraging me to go, yet trying to hold my interest with cool, casual words and slight touches. It took all I had to disconnect myself from his constant flattery and cooing with a convincing smile on my face. I thought that if he began to trust me, then I'd have more leeway in acquiring the precious eye, so I sipped on some greenish absynthe he passed my way and encouraged him to drink as well. The wormwood went through my system quickly, turning my peripheral into a sparkley haze, and to see clearly, I had to look directly at Imri, which only encouraged his advances. Trying to keep my master plan in mind, I invited him to witness the Ward (edit: the fake ward) so he could see me off. I just wanted to plant the seed for him to be there so Zillah could find him. With a cordial acceptance and bedroom-eyes, he took my invite as a sign to take me to the countryside, in a little inlet away from the hubbub of the city proper.
I was impressed with his ability to charm, and he soon leaned in, trying to give me kisses and caresses. My skin became flushed with the attention, and the weight of the alcohol prevented me from fighting him off with any success. I attempted to distract him with words, mostly excuses, but he wasn't having any of that. When he realized I wasn't going to give myself to him freely, he became forceful, tearing at the front of my blouse and holding me down with slender hands that had uncanny strength. His breath was hot and ragged on my face, and he growled in my ear the things he wanted to do to me. With some squirming, I was able to launch myself away and cast magic that withered the top layer of his skin into a sensitive mess, and summon a swarm of large mosquitoes after him.
I fled then while he was curled up on the grass and locked myself behind the secure doors of the Rhyme.... and safely into my lover's arms.
I found Mister Imri at the fancy restaurant in Paris, the one I don't go to because the service kind of stinks. He purred that he has 'connections' and got us a table in the sea of overly-dressed masticating French people. He was quick to bring up Zillah and how fortunate I was to be leaving so soon. If I'm not mistaken, I think he was encouraging me to go, yet trying to hold my interest with cool, casual words and slight touches. It took all I had to disconnect myself from his constant flattery and cooing with a convincing smile on my face. I thought that if he began to trust me, then I'd have more leeway in acquiring the precious eye, so I sipped on some greenish absynthe he passed my way and encouraged him to drink as well. The wormwood went through my system quickly, turning my peripheral into a sparkley haze, and to see clearly, I had to look directly at Imri, which only encouraged his advances. Trying to keep my master plan in mind, I invited him to witness the Ward (edit: the fake ward) so he could see me off. I just wanted to plant the seed for him to be there so Zillah could find him. With a cordial acceptance and bedroom-eyes, he took my invite as a sign to take me to the countryside, in a little inlet away from the hubbub of the city proper.
I was impressed with his ability to charm, and he soon leaned in, trying to give me kisses and caresses. My skin became flushed with the attention, and the weight of the alcohol prevented me from fighting him off with any success. I attempted to distract him with words, mostly excuses, but he wasn't having any of that. When he realized I wasn't going to give myself to him freely, he became forceful, tearing at the front of my blouse and holding me down with slender hands that had uncanny strength. His breath was hot and ragged on my face, and he growled in my ear the things he wanted to do to me. With some squirming, I was able to launch myself away and cast magic that withered the top layer of his skin into a sensitive mess, and summon a swarm of large mosquitoes after him.
I fled then while he was curled up on the grass and locked myself behind the secure doors of the Rhyme.... and safely into my lover's arms.
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