Fraeia meets Dom

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Dom: Several yards from the outskirts of the town a doorway would appear, aged mahogany and worked by a skill set that is most often a rarity nowadays. If one were to spy such a thing, it would be a peculiar sight to behold for it was just a door standing in the middle of nowhere, connected to no apparent structure whatsoever. If one were to grip the handle however and turn the knob, chancing danger to step in, they would be greeted by the view of a lavished mud room. Going further in they would find themselves in the antechamber of a large estate, one that seemed too expensively furnished with antiquities that it must have been a dream. Fortunately and unfortunately, this estate of the arcane and supernatural means was real, and held as many treasures within it as it did horrors. Though at first glance only the pretty would be seen. The owner of the estate, Dominique, would have been busy in his quarters getting dressed after a warm bath. The scent of shaving soap apparent on his flesh as he cleaned up the edges and contours of his beard, making sure it was well styled before walking into his closet. There rows upon rows of various clothing styles would be seen, a few from different eras in time. When you had forever to live, why not collect the attire you loved? History repeated itself in the fashion industry after all, and it was only a matter of time when they would go into rotation once more. The house had established a mental link to him, informing him of the temperature, forecast, and humidity. Despite all of this, he went with a casual suit, navy in color and three pieced. After selecting some jewelry, he grabbed his cane, a staff disguised as an accessory, and made his way out the door. When he emerged into the open area, Dominique took in a deep breath, enjoying the crispy, mountain air. It was the little things like this, he told himself, that made his extended longevity worth living. As he progressed himself towards the town strip, he preoccupied himself with his thoughts. It wasn't his first time here and it certainly wouldn't be his last, however the house brought him here for a reason. Which was an oddity of its own. Whatever that reason was however, he would discover it after doing some exploration. It was when a bookstore caught his attention that he slipped in, disregarding his curiosity for the unknown for that of the treasures upon its shelves.

Fraeia: "My heart is pierced by cupid, I disdain all glittering coal, there is nothing can console me, but my jolly sailor bold. His hair hangs in ringlets, his eyes as black as coal. My happiness attend him, where ever he may go, from tower hill to black wall. I'll wander weep and moan, all for my jolly sailor, until he does return." The sweet yet sickening voice of the siren filled the room. Flipping her fin along the edge of the hot-spring's water. Shortly, pale pink strands came to the surface while her gills pulsed and her tail swayed in the warm water. Locks covering her bare breasts and the color of her strands matched her tail. ( http://i.picpar.com/ApZb.jpg ) Catching the site of a male that seemed to be relaxing with his member fling-ed out, her optics peered at him as the music soon stopped. Bringing her hand up from the aqua, she did but wave to him. Canting her head to the right then left before a sinister smile rose to her lips. "Are you my jolly sailor bold?" Lifting her other arm to rest on the land while staring at the man. He seemed to be a perfect victim to add to her collection. Skulls resting all around the walls of the waterfalls waters. Lightly lifting her digits to run them through her strands, pushing them behind her. Exposing her chest to him a little more. A gentle giggle sprung from her peach lips. Shortly letting her teeth brush against her lower lip to give it all the more seduction. If the man was gullible enough to draw near, Fraeia's hands would cup his cheeks as her song began its deadly tune once more. "My heart is pierced by Cupid, I distain all glittering gold. There is nothing can console me, but my jolly sailor bold. Should he return in poverty, from o're the ocean far to my tender bosom, I'll press my jolly tar. My sailor is as smiling, as the pleasant month of May, and often we have wandered, through Ratcliffe Highway." Pulling him closer towards her as if she were to kiss him but had let her fangs bare out. Within a quickness lashed at him, biting his throat. Using some force, she would then rip it out. Crimson life filled the once clear pool, licking her fingers and tossed the mortal's guts off to the side. Yet another giggle would spring from her, "Too easy....." It had been quite some time since she had a victim though that's also because she was the only siren out in the middle of forest near bun-fuck nowhere. A sigh slipped from her petaled lips, rather bored after her feast. Looking around delicately she searched for anyone near by. Yet, alas, no one. What a pity. Taking a deep sigh and lifted her frame with her webbed hands from the water. As if by magic, her strands shifted to a caramel color while her right eye flipped to a sea-foam color. The other staying magenta. Being in her barest form as her tail spread apart to legs. Once out of the water, she rang out her hair to try and dry it. "A new scenery is in order." Manipulating the water with her hand raised, letting it dance along her flesh to cover her sensitive areas. Within moments, steel gray jeans covered her waist and legs while a crimson long sleeved shirt covered the upper form. Boots covered her feet, she soon made her way out of the forest towards town. After some time had passed, she would arrive to a bookstore. The women stopped in her journey and took a whiff of the air catching the smell of humans. Oh how delightful, food. Sneaking inside the establishment, the lady smiled at the smell of vintage books as well. One of her guilty pleasures, well aside from luring people to their deaths, was reading. Heading towards the romance, she kneeling down in the more mystery romance section of books. Silently admiring the works.

Dom: The male had moved about the establishment, exploring the nooks and crannies of the shop before settling in the history section. Fingers moved to dance along the spines of the books before he pulled a few off the shelves and explored their innards for a spell. Despite his love for history though, it wasn't what interested him at this time. No, he needed fulfillment. Though Dom wasn't too sure how to accomplish such a thing. His steps took him through the mystery section, then kitchen, followed by the crafts. Still though, it was futile. In due time he reached the romance section, his last haven from this state of emotional turmoil. It was here that his eyes fell upon a woman, beautiful in nature. And he wondered for a moment how someone so captivating could dwell on such content. "Pardon me," he said as he moved passed her. His voice was deep, like the subtle boom of thunder on a rainy night. Here his gaze fell upon the books, and he explored the titles and cover art. Something in him pinged, and he sighed briefly. What the hell was he doing here? Especially in the abstract ideal of finding temporary love on paper pages. He made a notion to leave, pausing briefly before his gaze fell upon the woman once more. "Why are you here," he asked gently. "What is so appealing about these books?"

Fraeia: By the time, the man had come to explore the section near her; she had already grabbed a book and started reading it. When he maneuvered around her, she'd carefully move out of his way till she heard his question gently. Lifting her skull to where her heterochromia irises drifted to his with such tenderness. Her lips would gracefully part to reply with, "I am here because the books call to me. Each story is unique in it's own way which interests me." She began before using a single digit to hold where she was in the story as almost a bookmark then closes the book. Bringing herself to her feet to be where they were similarly eye level. The book's title read Hidden by Rebecca Zanetti. Pointing to her book shortly after, explaining the description. "This book is about a women that was brought up in a family cult that she escaped from, her step father was a rapist and abusive. Abused and raped her mother multiple times. Even abused her so much so she developed social anxiety and was afraid of being hurt herself. It was also tradition to where when the girls came of age, they had to marry older man in the cult. They had no say in it. Well since she escaped she didn't have to, she changed her name and built a new life under a different alas. Went completely off the grid. That was until she met a former undercover cop that was a solider before being a cop. He was recruited by the fbi in order to find this girl, little did he know they had already met and it was the girl he was sleeping with. Had fell in love with." Pausing and giggled a tad. "At least as far as I've read, I'm not quite finished. I read rather fast." Shaking her head and looked around for another book for him. Maybe he could enjoy one. "What kind of romance do you enjoy?"

Dom: He listened to the woman, his eyes trained on her own for the time being. Despite her unnaturally alluring beauty, he kept a respectable focus on those hetero-chromatic orbs. The explanation was a fascinating one, something that seemed so different from the generic cowboy or rich playboy dime novels. A mix of the dark with the light, much how he viewed life as it should be. The fascination with the book did drift for a moment though, shifting from the piece of literature to the woman explaining it to him. Dominique smiled, a boyish charm filtering through the display of amusement. "Sounds interesting," he replied. "Are all of Ms. Zanetti's books as intricate? Either its a new concept, or I've spent the past few years outdated in romance. Truth be told, I'm not one for romance in books as the reality seems more appeasing. But as of late I've felt...as cliche as it may be, empty. Figured I could find something to fill that void in this shop, and eventually my search led me to this section. Truthfully I am more involved in historical and mystery literature. So this is a first for me in all honesty." He paused, resting his cane against the shelf before extending his hand to her. "I'm Dominique by the way," he introduced himself. "Sorry to be such a bother when you're obviously enjoying yourself." If she was sensitive to the supernatural, she would feel power radiating from his form. Electricity seemed to dance absently in the air around his presence, and if their flesh touched his body heat seemed warmer than average. For such a non-imposing being, he seemed perfectly calm in demeanor and assured of himself in each little motion and gesture he made. The clothing he wore was fitted, tailor-made perfection that complimented his athletic form. And when he spoke, it was with an educated mind, something that performed little calculations before he replied, as if word-smithing milliseconds before each syllable. A perfect blend of savage athleticism and civilized mentality.

Fraeia: She couldn't help but giggle at his assessment of the author and simply nodded at him. "As a matter of fact, yes they all are. She's made many series and all are very detailed." Pausing as she straightened herself out and listened to him. Turning her gaze to him and took his hand after he introduced himself to her. Feeling almost as though she felt a lightening bolt spike her frame making her shiver. Soon letting go of his hand and wondered what kind of being he was. She knew that he wasn't normal by any stretch. Keeping that alluring smile and replied with her name. "Fraeia." Her voice suddenly curling at the pronunciation of the name. It was the vintage way of saying the name. Shaking her head and giggled again. "No no, you are not bothering me at all. I come to this establishment often. So much so the owner knows me at this point. He says I'm the modern day version of Belle." Though when he mentioned he was into history and mystery, she quickly turned on her feet to head towards the section he spoke of. Knowing exactly who would peek his interest. Grabbing the book that was titled, Escape Artist by Brad Meltzer. Returning back to him and handed him the book with a fierce grin. "Then this would be right up your ally. Brad Meltzer is relentless when it comes to history fiction. He's a theorist. Some of them are actually really mind-blowing honestly." Looking at his cane, she'd lightly brushed her digits along the metal and let her irises temper upon it. She'd sense runes of an ancient language and whispered to herself in the language what she thought it would say, "O antigo." (The ancient one.) Taking a step backwards and soon looked up at him cautiously now. Blinking for a moment and shook her own head. "I'm sorry, something came over me." Those same eyes enchanted her back to him. An overwhelming wave of questions ran through her mind; Who are you? Why am I suddenly drawn to you? What was a gentlemen like he doing in a place such as this? Shaking her skull again and silently whispered to herself in that same language, "Tranquilo." (Calm) It was a dead language used by the norse called Gaelic. Not many knew the language. If anything not many knew it even existed, let alone knew how to speak it. Once focused, she asked politely yet delicately along with in yet another whisper. "You know things mortals do not, don't you?"

Dom: The woman was a fascinating being, someone who seemed to have a book for every problem. In the world of bibliophiles, Dominique included, who could disagree with that concept? He smiled at her, resting his powerful form against the shelf briefly as he watched her talk. Passion was an admirable thing and when she spoke of books it was apparent she loved everything about them. To Dominique he found her words to be enticing, much like her form. His interest seemed to spike when she spoke in a dead language, he recognized it almost immediately. "So you're a linguist as well?" The question came out with a bit more enthusiasm than he would normally have, and for a moment he seemed to regret asking in the first place. He didn't want to seem desperate, for social engineering was his specialty, but in all reality it was hard finding someone to relate to when you were his age. "Judging by the annunciation and tone, Gaelic? You truly are a fascinating woman." His hand reached for the book, an interest in its story now sparked by the woman before him. Upon taking it, he'd flip it open to look at the information in the beginning, publishing dates and all before looking up to her, his look of interest didn't stop. "I know many things," he responded. There was a hint of humor in his voice, one that foretold mischief and a good time. Slowly he lifted his form from the shelf and brought the cane to rest in his other hand. While he was friendly, there were some secrets he had to safeguard. "Are you reciting one of your books," he asked gently. "If so, maybe we should grab some coffee or a drink and discuss it alone?" There was a coded message in that, an inkling that he wouldn't mind discussing, but it was a subject best brought up away from listening ears.

Fraeia: When he asked the question about being a linguist, she couldn't help but fully laugh and nod. "Of sorts." Though her laughter stopped as soon as he was able to identify the language, her reaction went to stunned. Hardly no one knew that language, yet he did. Hearing the humor but also hidden meaning behind it. He had answered her questioned perfectly and when he coded his words of her last question; she'd nod to him. "Yes, quite a few books actually." Grabbing the rest of the books of the series she was reading and bought them in cash. Exact cash. Once she was finished, she looked back to him and waved him to follow her. Taking him back to the same spot she was originally before going to the shop. Alas, it wasn't the hot spring though. It was a lake near by but away from listening ears. "I promise no one knows about this place." After they arrived, she placed the books down and sat down on the ground. "You obviously not from here." Making sure it was only him that heard. Even though it was only them for quite a few miles in either direction. Letting her gaze lock on his, then looked at his cane. Seeing hidden runes within it, but drifted back to him. "Also what do you prefer to be called? I'm sure you don't wish me to call you Dominique every time." Dom was being rather friendly but there was something about him that spoke that he was interested in her in some way. Unsure of how but it was there. To be blunt, she was too. There was something about him that just sang to her soul. Her cold beating heart. Patting the ground across from her, Fraeia's lips curled into a smile again. "I appreciate that you find me fascinating." Pausing for only a second and sighed to herself moving her strands behind her ear. Realizing that he didn't know what she truly was. A witch with siren abilities. The women was bound to water, and not really by choice.

Dom: The first thing he noticed was her paying the exact amount. He lofted a brow and considered his options. But then he figured she might have just done the research prior to arriving here. In his mind, she was different than the standard resident of Rowan Lakes, but he wasn't sure exactly how. Upon leading him to her lake, he followed obediently, making sure that their strides matched perfectly. He informed her of how he was staying here for an undetermined period of time, until "work" called him away as it always did. Though he wouldn't mind finding a reason to linger here longer. It was when she offered him a seat that he unbuttoned his sports coat and crossed his legs upon sitting. His gaze moved out to the water, and he enjoyed the sight for a moment as he listened to her. In reality he could listen to her voice until the world turned to ash, which was an odd concept for him. Had she gained a hold on his through enchantments? He considered the possibilities and scratched that out, for he was immune to those hypnotic and mind compulsion holds. Maybe he was just intoxicated by her existence, and starved for companionship aided in that intoxication. Only time would tell if she was to be a hangover. When she informed him of their isolation, his mind wandered to other possibilities. Was this a trick after all to get him alone and try to steal his vitality? He would be wary just in case. "A lovely location," he finally said. "It's peaceful and calming, much like you." He took notice of her eyes his cane once more, the staff of power concealed within it. "I made this after my three-hundredth birthday," he admitted. "And no, I was born in France a long, long time ago. Is it that obvious? As for names, call me whatever you'd like; my friends call me Dom. But if you come up with something, feel free to let me know. So I must ask, what are you?"

Fraeia: The second he mentioned that 'work' would determine how long he stayed in town, it caused a frown a little bit. Admittingly he was growing on her. Once he finally spoke and seemed more on his guard now but when he admitted that he was three-hundred years old; her jaw dropped. "I knew you weren't normal." She admitted and her smile returned brightly. She shook her head and giggled, "Not to mortals. I caught the subtle clues." Pausing as he mentioned his nicknames from his friends was Dom, she nodded with that same smile. Taking a deep breathe at his question of what she was, she'd close her gaze for a second. "Promise me you don't freak out and run?" If he said yes, she'd bring her hand down to the water behind her. Letting the water wash away her clothes, and she slowly slipped back; careful not to let her new books go into the water. The moment she was in the water, her strands would half way shift to a pink and extending in length. Placing her hands on the ground and held her scaled frame. The tail swaying behind her softly. "I am a witch that is cursed with siren abilities. I am bound to the water. I was a little girl when cursed all because when I was a child, I was punished for what my father did. He cheated on my mother. Since I look like him so much, she used her magic on me and well you see the results. Needless to say I don't like my family. Thank the gods, they aren't around anymore." She admitted. Though, this time her hair didn't cover her breasts. Yet, it had scales where the nipples would be anyways. "I didn't bring you here, to lure you to your death. I just wished to talk freely without listening ears." The women tried to reassure him. In honesty, she waved him closer and if he did so; without any hesitation her curiosity got the best of her. Her peach-stained lips pierced his and was as delicate as a rose. The petals dancing along his in a lingering way. Wanting to make it last for a few more moments. Finally breaking apart, she locked her gaze still close to his figure. "I'm sorry my curiosity was screaming at me."

Dom: Dominique of course wouldn't run, merely smirking at her ability to catch the subtle clues. As she submerged herself, he made sure to move her books back from harm's way. He of course also moved his staff back, ensuring its own safety. While it could handle the waters, he wasn't sure if he still wanted one of his sources of power to be in the hands of someone else. As her body changed, he smirked and admired her body for the moment. She was more and more captivating as time passed by. "Fascinating," he said softly. He was going to continue with a question but her kiss caught him off guard. It held delicious notes, a flavor which he could grow accustomed to in due time. Dominique of course kissed her back, extending the moment by a few more precious seconds. In all honesty, he wanted more, desired more, but would settle for this. Once it was over however, his hand ran over her cheek before pulling away. "That was surprising," he smirked. "Certainly was not expecting that. So how long can you stay away from water before you must go back to it? And does it necessarily have to be a lake? Or can you make due with any sort of body of water?" A curiosity now played at his thoughts and he wondered how one could sustain a lifestyle of being bound to stationary items. Or if she could just walk around with her finger in a glass of water and her body would be content.

Fraeia: The mere smirk he was giving as he watched her submerge into the water and shift; confused her. Why was he smirking? Watching him move his staff along with her books so they didn't get damaged made her happy. She expressed her thanks to him before he spoke. When he returned the kiss and extended it for a few more moments, it slightly made her flutter. This wasn't exactly what she expected when she kissed him, if anything she was expecting him to push her off and call her all kinds of vile names. Names that really shouldn't be repeated. Though when their dissipated desires faded, while his hand graced her flesh, those irises peered up at him. Listening to his bewitching voice, she canted her skull to answer his questions with a genuine smile. "I can be in any body of water. I just find the nearest one to me at the time." She began. Sighing softly as she let her tail sway behind her. "Sadly I can't just put my hand in water and my form is content. I can go up to a two weeks without it then I have to get into water. Unless I over indulge in being water constantly or I feed then I can go longer." Fraeia admitted. Bringing her more dry hand lightly gracing his cheek before brushing his strands through her digits. Why was he captivating her? What spell was he using? Was all of this a trap to gather her magic or to use her abilities for something pure evil? "My turn for questions. You are mortal to a certain degree. What are you?"

Dom: