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shelley_winters ([personal profile] shelley_winters) wrote2006-07-20 07:37 pm

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Shelley restrains herself from sticking her tongue out as Ishamael and Lanfear go off - to plot something horrible, no doubt. Idly she imagines the reactions. Incredulous stares, followed by everyone pretending they saw nothing, most likely. Followed by a furious lecture later on...

She swallows, pulling her hands back down from where she had been nervously playing with the ter'angreal around her neck. How she had managed to forget about the thing, she has no idea.

This place is crowded, and frightening, and full of people she hates, and she wants to go home.

[identity profile] woven-threads.livejournal.com 2006-07-21 02:08 am (UTC)(link)
The girl was alone and Rahvin saw his opportunity.

Closer up, he could see a hint of beauty, but she was still nothing special. Her hand toyed with her necklace, obviously she was trying to draw attention to her meager breasts.

He bowed to her slightly, looking up at her with dark eyes. "May I have this dance, my Lady?"

[identity profile] woven-threads.livejournal.com 2006-07-21 08:08 pm (UTC)(link)
He grinned, unable to hide his delight at her reaction. Fearful without cowering and he couldn't help but notice the way her pale skin flushed under his gaze.

Plain, yes, but with an inner fire.

"My reputation precedes me?"

[identity profile] woven-threads.livejournal.com 2006-07-21 08:23 pm (UTC)(link)
"Of course I have," his smile verges on predatory. "Ishamael would want to see to your safety, after all, you are his." He saw the mark on her finger, of course Ishamael would be beyond normal signs of commitment.

"My interest in you is entirely innocent," he offered her his hand.

[identity profile] woven-threads.livejournal.com 2006-07-21 08:40 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh, she would be fun to possess, to see more of her reactions. For a moment he entertained the thought of how she would look in his bed. Only a moment, because he was not suicidal and the idea of what Ishamael did to people who slightly displeased him made imagining what he would do to a fellow Chosen who went after what was his almost stomach turning.

"I always am," another smile and he gently began leading her in a dance.

[identity profile] woven-threads.livejournal.com 2006-07-21 09:09 pm (UTC)(link)
She was less graceful than a woman noble born, although Rahvin could not see why Ishamael would waste his time on a girl of low standing.

"I fear that I am at a disadvantage as you know my name and I do not know yours."

[identity profile] woven-threads.livejournal.com 2006-07-21 09:47 pm (UTC)(link)
He nodded, "It's a lovely name." The dance only captured a little of his attention, he was waiting to sense someone channelling.

"Arata," he frowned slightly as he thought. "Are your family Friends of the Dark also?"

[identity profile] woven-threads.livejournal.com 2006-07-21 10:04 pm (UTC)(link)
An interesting reaction.

"I hope that no one in this room is responsible for that." His concern almost sounds genuine.

[identity profile] woven-threads.livejournal.com 2006-07-21 10:15 pm (UTC)(link)
He smiled again. "Ishamael is your family now?"

[identity profile] woven-threads.livejournal.com 2006-07-21 10:41 pm (UTC)(link)
He leaned in slightly, "Family is a very dangerous attachment," he whispered, his cheek brushing against her hair.

[identity profile] woven-threads.livejournal.com 2006-07-21 11:08 pm (UTC)(link)
Rahvin laughed but his eyes remained emotionless. She was afraid of the others.

"Is this your first time at one of Graendal's parties?" He smoothly changed the subject.

[identity profile] woven-threads.livejournal.com 2006-07-21 11:25 pm (UTC)(link)
"Lucky that you're Ishamael's, or you could wind up the entertainment. You'd be surprised at the things that can suddenly happen."

He followed the steps easily.

[identity profile] woven-threads.livejournal.com 2006-07-22 02:31 am (UTC)(link)
"There are worse fates. I cannot think of one myself at the moment."

[identity profile] woven-threads.livejournal.com 2006-07-22 11:42 am (UTC)(link)
Rahvin looked up, trying to spot Ishamael. His reaction was all that mattered.

The dance was almost at an end.

[identity profile] woven-threads.livejournal.com 2006-07-23 06:05 am (UTC)(link)
"Thank you for the dance, Lady Selae."

He smiled but his eyes were still cold.

"Ishamael has chosen well."

[identity profile] study-in-pain.livejournal.com 2006-07-23 11:35 pm (UTC)(link)
An extremely tall, and beautiful woman with charcoal black skin gracefully walked towards Rahvin. Her hands were folded against the front of her long, black skirts. A simple, unadorned, high-necked dress stood out amongst the elegant fashions of the party. Her voice was calm, and soothingly maternal as she spoke.

"Rahvin."

Pausing for a moment, she glanced towards Shelley dark-eyed gaze studying the tiny redhead for a moment before she returned her gaze to Rahvin without saying another word.

[identity profile] woven-threads.livejournal.com 2006-07-23 11:48 pm (UTC)(link)
"Semirhage." His voice was calm only because he could show no weakness.

Graendal and Lanfear he could understand to some extent, but the sadistic nature of the woman in front of him was almost unimaginable.

"Have you met Lady Selae?"

[identity profile] study-in-pain.livejournal.com 2006-07-23 11:51 pm (UTC)(link)
Another calm glance.

"We have met."

Her tone was as calm as ever. Nothing seemed to change about the woman as she turned to Rahvin once more. She did not want Ishamael's little plaything to overhear this.

"I have matters that I would discuss with you."

[identity profile] woven-threads.livejournal.com 2006-07-23 11:57 pm (UTC)(link)
He nodded briskly and glanced at Shelley.

"I must take my leave, Lady Selae." He lifted her hand to his mouth and pressed his lips to the back of her hand for a moment. "Delightful to meet you"

He looked back at Semirhage, his face an unreadable mask.

"I'm listening."