Lancaster

Vincent would steal a look toward his wife, tracing the dull glint in her eyes as she'd pull him to his feet. The corny show had been brought to an abrupt close, but it had worked to break the ice as he had intended. "Is entirely possible I believe..." He'd tilt his head and scan V's features just a tad bit more, finding a boiling desire of intrigue in an offer a bit deeper than he'd even expected. It wasn't something that the man had considered, but it wasn't something he'd just dismiss. "A bit too much to drink, bella donna." He remarks how often she'd try to topple over, clambering to anyth

Feeling the warmth of her thighs across his legs, the pressure like a warm blanket that gave him an anchor. Every word he spoke she hung on, the look of interest and proof of him being heard. It wasn't a story he'd ever considered to be relevant or that he would share with anyone, especially given how far away such a world seemed. "Sometimes I remember what its like, a dream where I can't get warm. The cold never ending." He spoke finding himself back in her clutches, peeling her warmth as a fight against that memory. "But our bed has made them... scarce." He milled accepting her legs into his

Another glass of whiskey squirmed down his palette, tapped to the counter and a raise of two thumbs makes for an eighth. The boiling in his stomach had him feeling the lick of intoxication, swelled to the brim on chemical persuasions. From his jacket pocket he slips in a pair of fingers and out comes a jimmy to pop into his lips, Lancaster adjusts his mask and slides closer to make good on his promise. Pulling at the tie to loosen it a tad, a pair of pinched fingers unbutton the top most fastener. A dab of whiskey spread across his palms, he'd rake it through his hair to straighten it out and

A press of her forehead into the nape of his neck gave him the fuel he needed to bound up the stairs with a bit more moxie then it was at first, providing him the strength to make the woman feel almost weightless. Vincent smiles with a flare of pride, that same cocky grin that he always had around her. One that most never would witness and yet she managed to drudge it out of him so easily. That of a man not tarnished in sin, that hid beneath a scowl or aloof stare he always wore. "Of course mi amore, you are the apple of my eye. It pleases me to call you mine, and when you grow possessive the

Another cup taps across the counter, as Vincent twists in his seat to get comfortable. Four glasses down and another slide of the glass beckons for another. "Just like home...." He remarked limply to his surroundings, watching like a wolf from the brush a pair of sharp red eyes with flecks of green almost too small to notice. Vincent was ravenous and hungry as he'd scan his wife as she'd move to the music, finding the tension to rise and accented with every ounce of alcohol. An allure that dwarfed the surroundings and gave him a sense of peace. Intoxicated by the light drawing her beauty into

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A man bewildered and frankly beaten a little sideways. After their honeymoon stint he was still ran a little ragged, proving to him just how resilient Mari was to do this so often. Also speaking leagues to why she was so dead ass tired, and always cooed to a well placed foot massage. Bumbling around with the woman as his guide, the sounds of a city didn't do much to offer comfort but his trust in his beloved far outweighed it. Hands pull a strand of velvet from around his head, like a bandage being unraveled. Only a brief glimpse of sunlight before a pair of soft and sweet smelling hands with

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Removed Stygian Warriors due to AOE-II via Mari on prior post, dealt 1 damage via successful attack to Mari, BRN damage and duration corrected as well as successful Leech from boss (1 / 3 = 1 {rounded up}), Hatred moved to mobs for easy reading. Mari's goading would probably be irritating to some, but for the man it just reminded him of the bedroom. A reciprocated smile with a shake of his head "You got me mi amore, head in the clouds lost track of the current." A skeletal shit show formed up of all manner of organic garbage wasn't exactly threatening, and Lancast

Standard Recovery +4 EN A schmooze and a rake of her hand through his hair, the man was on top of cloud 9. "Is not something I noticed, Perhaps I dig a bit deeper into a mirror." The man quipped as his wife began to pepper him with physical affections, and he couldn't be happier to oblige them. Love even in the throes of combat, as if all of these annoyance proved to be just that. Neither player seemed bothered by them, or to be paying them any real attention. "A surprise?" Lancaster's head bloomed into all manner of thoughts, milling about at possibilities unending. The last time the wom

A rather elegant looking place brimming with mystery and lust. Lancaster couldn't help but find this place an adequate reference to the dives and strip clubs of Milan that he'd frequent before being trapped in the game. Although his purposes now dwarfed those in safety, where as those were much more volatile and teetering on violence. The hesitation on Mari's face spoke rather plainly her disbelief, after all she'd been through it did not surprise him. A few dropped tea cups or broken dishes, a stark bit of tension filled days with snaps of confusion then bandaged with honey and concern. "Of c

Vex was an odd one, just like the others in that little troupe of looney toons that were under Tybalt. All of them were so god damn hard to control, Lancaster couldn't help but wonder why they were even here or what the hell the lord did to control these ass clowns. Even when he was still a finger, they kind of did some approximation of what was asked of them but it was always some backwards ass interpretation of it. Like trying to hit a bullseye with a rocket launcher, you'll get it but there is going to be a shit load of collateral damage. Behind the bar counter Lancaster was already helping

The colds of floor 4 were just about as uninviting as always. A fireplace was burning dimly with recently stoked flames. In his hand a glass of golden brown whiskey sat cradled on drooped fingertips, a cube of ice clattering against the side. A trail of white smoke escaped the burnt end toward the ceiling in his other, hung limply on the tip of his lips. Dreary eyes threatening rings as they drift limply locked to the flame as it danced, a long day of walking and starting up old cold engines back to new life. A very long day. It wasn't easy cutting stupidity off and commandeering control. Or w

His strength was ground to dust, having pushed himself far more then he had this last month or so. Slightly out of shape, and a little worse for wear going straight from 0 to 11 like he had. Vincent couldn't help but grin wide with Amari's spirits burning bright, a little vengeance went a long way it would seem. Scanning her features as she'd root around in the outer wall, tasting the place in an entirely different atmosphere. Normally he was here for an assault, not all this cloak and dagger digging around. It wasn't exactly his strong suit but it was clearly one of Mari's. The creeping thoug

Quickly the man darts below Mari as the lord leaves, clambering to catch her before she drops hard on the terrain. "Is the truth, strange how we ended up here. No?" Lancaster brushes a strand of hair out of her smudged face, glancing back toward the thing and back to Mari as the reality starts to sink in. All this crap really had a way of being thrust upon them time and time again, didn't it? Even the lord himself seemed to be invested in Mari, but as to why the man couldn't begin to fathom. "Is....alright mi amore, we are in this mess together. Is a far cry from before. Don't not worry too ha

The man clung to Mari as if she was going to vanish, with her head nestled neatly in his neck her warmth all but welcome under such a trial. It felt like a court room where a prosecutor was speaking, and he was the defendant. Every word was rough and coarse like sandpaper, rubbing raw his skin and leaving him wounded beyond a simple scratch. "I believe you..." The man whispered to his beloved, allowing all of his insistent thoughts to be made false through faith alone. A gut reaction to the fact that what they had was real, not manufactured. "I want you too." he muttered weakly staring death i