Imalia and EIkki Collab.
Imalia found that men often were more easily captivated than women, it was not simply a matter of genetics spurring a person on to reproduce. There was something in a man that wanted to give in to a female, that desired to be able to surrender heart, soul and bodily to any given partner. Women were usually more cautious, more guarded, perhaps due to the perceived weakness of their bodies opposed to men who seemed to assume their superiority. A woman would for distance worry about being over powered by such a creature as JaSi had shown earlier that night but a man would assume that no matter what happened he would be able to over power her with no true effort. Of course with humans such a thought was absurd, physical strength meant nothing under water, especially if ones mind was so thick with fog they were already half drowned before they came to their senses. Eikki wasn't much different in that respect, his mind was willing and comforted by the supposed strength of his body, while true he was more dangerous due to his kinship to her own kind and thus his water breathing abilities but he was still malleable.
Had she wished it she was quietly confident she could enthrall him fully, if she pushed, there was in her opinion no point though, he had come here for this just as JaSi had come for her own desire to feel the Siren against her regardless of the peril's that might have befallen them. It was as if the voice of reason was silenced in hopes to find even a moments distraction in her company, perhaps she ought to have thought it as a compliment, not that she particularly thought of it as an insult either. It fed her as much as it fueled them and while she awaited a meal of her choosing, a real meal, such entertainment would suffice to keep her full and distracted. A hungry siren was rarely a pleasant thing especially when left to their own devices, it was half the reason for the trains after all, to keep her escaping and finding her own meals on the go, not that she could get far outside the tank as far as anyone here was aware.
The male sighed and slipped against her glass, only to seemingly catch himself there after and pull himself back just enough to keep himself from slipping into her tank and to a watery and uncertain fate. With a small smirk she watched the male drink the fae alcohol, his reaction rather humorous and yet she knew she would fare no better, the only time she had tried alcohol, well it had been a mess to clear up the day after. This was not usually an issue though, kept to a diet of fish and the various underwater critters and considered unnecessary to keep her hydrated due to the water she was surrounded by, very few tried to get the siren drunk and fewer still had been successful due to the protection of her keeper. With the bottle returned to her she placed it upon the lip of the tank, placing it's stopper beside it and ignoring it should the other wish to have a little more. She did though lick at her fingers and at least give the sticky residue of the cap a try.
The rattle of her chains was the only break in the silence for many a long moment before the merman mustered the strength to speak to her once again, where she had expected an out pouring of misery and 'unfair' cries due to some happenstance that was neither none of her concern or frankly her business he spoke rather frankly, although with a hint of sedateness to his tone. He said he had no intention of pouring out his woes unto her and for a moment those neat brows arched inward towards her nose while her own slender nose wrinkled in a brief show of confusion. While it lacked the pure beauty of Rosalina it was all the same a similar to the angels own. Though even this brief bout of confusion was short lived enough for features to, moments later, relax again. While it was unusual to be sure that Imalia was sought out for something other than a proverbial verbal dumping ground it was not enough to leave her perplexed for long.
While to some people the unnaturally long pauses of silence coupled with the intense gazing might have been unsettling yet Imalia was relaxed and content as the merman stared at her just as content as he seemed with her staring at him. Neither were the chatty types it seemed and it was refreshing not to have to listen to the nauseating stream of continual speech from one of the other performers, why it was almost relaxing in itself had she not already been rather relaxed. His monstrous arm, while giving him cause to pause was of no consequence to her and honestly was given no more than a cursory look as he had earlier approached. For all she was aware and all she knew this was a feature in all his people and clansmen and was regarded as no more impressive or disgusting as his tentacles or pitch black eyes.
When finally he broke the silence with an intoxicated hum to his words on speaking and another smile played at the siren's lips. Most preferred her silent, well, that was a lie, most preferred her to sing or speak until they drowned themselves in her very tank for the chance to be close to her, of course, technically if she tried hard enough she could force a quietness to her tone that would not rouse and stir the loins of men and women alike. However such was an annoyance, an unnecessary hindrance to her and far more effort than any in the carnival -save Mr. Seil perhaps- deserved from her part. "You beckon me to speak? Why. Most people prefer it when I'm silent." Her voice was like that of a clear droplet of water in a still pond, it rang true and clear but echoed with a thousand voices all with their own ethereal beauty around the small space between them until it seemed the calling echoes came from her lips and echoed around his skull like a dirty thought or a desperate wish. There was an innate sorrow to her tone that seemed to demand comfort and all the same a fleeting unknowing, a dark depth as if one were standing on the edge of a precipice looking into the eternal darkness below with that little voice that whispered 'jump'. Jump into the unknown, to give up ones will and succumb to her. Yet it was obvious this was a natural talent, this was without her trying.
Her tail swayed to keep her upright and her arms unfolded from the tanks rim so her hands might grasp it and she might in turn slowly lift herself enough from the water to be level with him once more. "What would you have me sing for you Merman?"
The merfolk stood as still as stone as the woman in front of him rose up to meet her eyes with his, at same level. Even though Eikki did not move one inch, Imalia still managed to close the gap between the two. The male managed to gather sufficient willpower to back away a few inches from her tank. He had, during the entirety of their encounter, been aware of the sound of her chains - one of the reasons he believed he could keep himself that close to her -, but as the mermaid spoke, all sound faded away and only her voice remained. For a split second, he truly believed he was listening to the voice of Ea, his goddess and guardian, that came back from the depths of the deepest lake to greet him. But that thought vanished quickly as he heard the sad, yet menacing, tone behind the beautiful echo her words filled his mind with.
He had no comments to make as she asked why did he want her to speak - her voice already answered that for itself, as his expression betrayed how much he had liked it. The second question, however, caught his attention. Eikki scoffed slightly. Sing? apparently she was asking him to simply jump into the abyss, willingly. Perhaps she was thinking Eikki was lost beyond salvation; truth was, he was making use of that allure to comfort himself as much as he possibly could. "Even i know the stories, Imalia. I'd rather you not sing for me, not today." he said, with a smirk.
Eikki once more waved his hand over the plateau he had created, and before Imalia's eyes, it became an elevated throne of coral, unfit, however, for his current form. He slowly turned back to human form, however his eyes were different: they were the same color as the tips of his tentacles when shapeshifted, a soft, ghastly green. It was that light, which he had managed to teach himself to produce from all the time exposed to his lantern, that kept him from jumping to Imalia's arms and giving himself up to her completely.
As he sat down on his chair, the light from his eyes left a trail in the air, as if his iris burned with some sort of ghost fire. He reached to back of his pocket to pull a cigarette and lit it up with his Zippo, blowing the smoke away from the siren. Such a strange creature he was, most thought. A being so connected with nature should not have such a disgusting vice, they thought. Well, they forget that, having a brain so similar to that of a human, feelings hit him with as much impact, if not more, than they did the average person.
Even though his little trick kept him from completely falling under her spell, his light green orbs were still gazing firmly at hers. As time went by and he got more exposed to her allure, he got more and more used to it...yet the woman in front of him seemed more and more beautiful, and he could not tell if that was also part of her spell. His self-control was keeping him alive, he would not give in, but she seemed each second more attractive.
"I don't really know why i came here...except to stare at your beauty so you can help me forget.", he said, taking a drag from the cigarette and getting up. His elevated chair was close enough to the tank for him to be able to once more lean in and support himself with his arms on the metallic edge of her tank, yet his feet were firmly planted on the solid coral. When he blew out the smoke, no effort was made to turn away from her, and it waved around her head as a vaporous snake. He was closer to her this time. "But i wonder...if you can help me forget without making me your main dish for tonight.", he said, in a teasing tone. He knew not where he was sticking his nose, but it was well worth the try. Every change in her expression, even the most subtle, amused him greatly...and showed him that boredom was not the only feeling he was stirring up in her; because of that, his eyes remained fixed on her, taking in every subtle change as a man drinks water in the desert.
Imalia was content enough, her added height seemingly intimidating Eikki into backing away just slightly, a fraction of an inch at first and then a few. A small smile fluttered across her lips as she watched the distrust in his eyes and briefly gave a slight tilt of her head in confusion at the sudden retreat. When he spoke in return she grinned again, a smile both charming and dangerous that could perhaps put Andracos' himself to shame. "Oh, pity. I thought for a moment you had given up on your life." She uttered with a playfulness most befitting the dangerous creature.
As Eikki once again terra-formed the ground around him she watched with the idle fascination she had before, like a cat with nothing better to do than sit and watch, it was impressive to be sure and no doubt land based children would love the majesty of the things he crafted. She could appreciate the beauty but she was no child nor land creature, she remembered halls and caverns made of such things and it bought an unwanted feeling of nostalgia as she looked upon his creations. Her eyes thusly returned to Eikki himself as he too began to change and in place of the confused jumble of fish parts was a relatively human looking creature whose eyes glowed fiercely with the eerie light of a wisp or a fog covered star. Pretty enough were the eyes that for a moment she not only considered him handsome but perhaps even 'off the menu'. Though such a thought was fast fading, people would call her soft and such a vulnerable creature as she could not allow themselves to be considered such.
Her eyes then trailed to the cylinder he clasped and lit with a fire maker before her eyes, personally she found such things disgusting but many of the human who owned her's friends and himself, had smoked and it was something she'd grudgingly got used to as a 'normal' sight. Despite this her distaste for the things was evident by the crinkle of her nose as it puffed into life. At least he had the decency to blow it away from her, while such things could not make her sick they still made her cough and the smell was hardly pleasant. He spoke though and finally explained just what it was he was doing in her presence, alone and without the explicit order of their sweet devil, he was here to surrender. Perhaps not ready for the embrace of death but he wanted to forget, which was rather ironic since wasn't his wish to remember? As he leaned forward on his throne of coral she hiked a brow, ready to reply though not able to utter a syllable before her face was assaulted with the acrid smoke of his cigarette.
The result was instantaneous, the siren was gone beneath the waters of her tank with nothing more than a push off the side and a curl of her supple body, her tail and torso switched places and the silken scales seemed to glitter in the pale light as the fins at the ends sliced through the surface of the water in such a way that a spray was released from tail in Eikki's general direction and a host of bubbles filled the tank and briefly obscured the siren. The chemicals hit her eyes and they had stung, her lungs had filled with the poison fumes and they ached and her skin felt assaulted by the particles that traveled on that outward plume of toxins, she would not get ill but that did not stop her from feeling unclean at the assault. As the bubbles dispersed the Siren sat at the bottom of the tank, her fins covering her chest and only revealing from clavicle upwards, her one drying hair had once again surrounded her, drifting in the light current of her waters that she herself had stirred up. Lips were pursed in a pout so full of hurt and betrayal that one would think he had taken a knife to her rather than blew smoke in her face.
She could hear him through the glass mind, just, the vibrations carrying what she assumed to be words that simply carried on from his desire to forget and as such she offered a faint shrug of one shoulder with a look of reluctant agreement, blue eyes turning from his to the fins which she settled so comfortably behind. Why it would almost have been comfortable if it were not for the pooling of those iron chains around and beneath her, she shot a brief glance to Eikki and quietly sighed which released bubbles to the surface of her tank, it seemed she would not be returning to the surface just yet to indulge his desire, not without a certain something from him first.
Eikki let out a loud laugh at the siren as she dove down her tank. He had spurred anger at her, and that made him, in someway, rather pleased with himself, in a douchy, childish kind of way. He cared not of the danger anymore, he got what he wanted and, for now, was more than satisfied. A good laughter, with the "hilarious" scene playing in his mind over and over again, made him, for a short while, forget what had happened earlier that evening. After his burst of immatureness, Eikki felt some kind of strange affection for the lady pouting below him, inside her tank. Not something from the mind, he would not if that was a trick. For a moment, she had lost her allure, feeling threatened by the venomous smoke of his cigarette. And, for just that moment, Eikki got a glimpse of the Imalia behind the courtains of her spell. And what he saw was still beautiful.
Playfully, he lifted himself him to the edge of the tank, one foot in front of the other, trying to balance himself right above the now calmer waters of Imalia's tank. His eyes left a fiery trail behind him and to the sides as he moved and his head bobbed right and left, while his arms were wide open for him to keep his balance. He felt like a child, indeed he did, and that feeling brought him so much nostalgia that the usual, cold, distant, stoic Eikki was, for a moment, gone. He was back in his youth, not as Eikki Dreadlight, as he was now called, but as the good old Eikki Greenfin.
As he found his center of balance, he smiled soflty and looked down at Imalia. She looked like a threatened animal, backed up against the glass, but he thought it to be cute, at the very least. Another drag he took from the cigarette, and blew the smoke upwards. "Ahah! Finally, a reaction worth seeing. You're very cute, Imalia. You make me smile." he said, perhaps sounding a bit more of a joker than he actualy intended.
He took another deep drag and threw the butt away, making it land on the ground outside the tent. Balancing himself as well as he possibly could, he moved to the corner of the tank and, with one foot at each side of the edge, bent over and touched the cold water, washing his hands and wetting his hair and back of his neck a bit. He wasn't at all afraid about the siren jumping at him at that moment: he could use the work out. He sat on the tip of the tank, took of his boots and washed his feet with water from the tank before sinking them in, as if they were bait. "Thank you, thanks...for the laugh, i mean." he said, his eyes still shining bright...until, with but a thought, the light dimmed and faded slowly, until only a very soft glow remained. He looked like a boy sitting on the edge of a lake...only he was well aware of the monster under the surface. "I stopped smoking, dear...and i promise not to blow smoke in your face again.", Eikki said, his feet rocking softly under the surface.
The male was well aware that, if Imalia chose to lure him again, he would have low willpower to resist, with his eyes almost back to normal like that. But then again...if only her annoyed reaction amused him that much, he wanted to see her in her full glory. He wanted to look in the eyes of the predator as she held her prey in her arms, that look of hunger mixed with bloodlust. He was satisfied in being the prey, even though he could, to some degree, control how much of her alure he would take in. And if it came to the worst...he was more than willing to fight his way out of the situation. There, he could risk playing the fool without anyone but Imalia seeing him. She would be his confident, the guardian of that secret. Of how he, willingly, stood on the edge of the abyss, with his foot ready to take the next step.
Imalia was not amused by the laughter from above her, the pleasure in the creatures tone as he guffawed like an idiot above her, enjoying the one up he had gotten on Imalia in all her chained glory. While he chuckled away to himself she remained at the bottom of her tank, the corners housing the only items she kept of worth and with a sway of her tail her comb -cliche as it might have been for a siren to have an item as such- was taken in hand. At one time the thing would remind her of everything she lost so long ago, the nostalgia alone would be enough to strengthen her resolve and yet now it was given barely a cursory glance before it was pulled through hair which honestly didn't desire to be combed and simply floated around her face in idle plumes. Still she pouted mind you and still she used her tail's fins to keep her screened from the brat above her who mocked her desire to lead a smoke free life, perhaps she'd kill something he liked or loved in return. Leave it's destroyed mangled corpse as a present at the opening of his act, perhaps she'd drive that person insane with suggestions and thoughts until they either turned a blade on Eikki or themselves just as she had with that old woman and her sailor with the net.
The irritating man then climbed upon her tank and began to use it as some kind of tightrope balancing act, attempting to gain his balance seemed to be difficult and from her corner she watched with pale blues with the hope he'd fall and break his neck. Her move would improve even if he just broke a leg or arm, the sound of a bone crunching would be absolute music to her ears. She of course was not so lucky and as she continued to brush through her drifting locks she watched him not only gain his balance but walk up and down her tanks rim as if he were performing for someone. He spoke up soon after and while the words came through broken she made enough out to know he had called her cute, now he would have to die, horribly, some sort of horrific accident in front of all his fans in the big top perhaps. One where he would see her face just before he took his last breath through mangled lungs, how dare he, how dare he call her such things, what an insult. His 'compliment' to her earned a rather deliciously adorable -utterly accidental- swift turn of her head and upward pointed nose with a classic 'not talking to you' vibe emanating around her.
When her waters were disturbed she looked up and saw his hands dipping into her waters, narrowing her gaze she watched him carefully. It would not be the first time -but it would be his last- that someone had decided her water, the place she breathed and was forced to live day in and day out was used as a person's bath. One particular client only made it out of the circus as Mr. Seil himself held her back after that particular transgression. While the siren was a beast and dangerous she had her own code which then went out the window if someone decided her waters were a communal bathing area and a real monster was then exposed. Curling her fingers around the chains that kept her imprisoned she watched carefully. To her somewhat pleasant surprise he took the water and seemed to wash himself outside of her tank, the dirty slop that came from his feet ran down the outer edge of her glass but such could be carefully cleaned later as the child's smudge marks would have to be. Though she kept a careful eye on him as he took her water without so much a please or thank you and set to cleaning himself, didn't Mr. Seil pay for showering abilities around here?
Again he spoke, though this time as he dipped his feet into her waters as if it were a paddling pool, while it pleased her his feet were clean it was no less pleasant having some outsider inside her own personal space. Insulted as she felt by his words she felt as if her boundaries were being tested and having no desire to be 'dominated' by any male at the carnival she had no choice but to humour him. Her first idea was to simply smack him in the face with her tail, the blow would likely dislodge him from her tank and with luck make him realise just who was in charge of this little patch of water. Such a thing though was likely to be frowned upon by Mr. Seil and she would have to exert far too much effort for her liking to make sure the impact was enough to dislodge him.
Instead she did something she rarely ever did, perhaps he'd realise then what kind of monster he dealt with as if it were a kind of game. Rising as she had earlier with a sway, more snake like than fish like, of her tail she allowed her eyes and nose to once more break the surface silently, the water running in rivers across her skin and through her silken hair which again seemed to press flush to her body, framing it neatly for the time being. She watched him a moment and tilted her head slightly as if trying to figure something out, without a sound she slipped from her corner towards where he now resided, her tank scarcely large enough for her to truly stretch out and thus taking little to no time at all. Between his legs more or less the siren resided and with a look of neutrality she remained looking up at him for a handful of seconds.
Then, as with JaSi earlier, her hand shot from the waters and aimed to wrap around his groin, her nails to dully press into fabric or flesh in an ever real threat but perhaps more surprising than her making such a grab was the fact that there was no sound of chains as she moved. In fact the entire action was virtually silent and when one looked at dainty reaching hand they would be greeted with the reason the chains had not given away, or restricted, her movements. Her wrists were bare, aside the small indents where the heavy manacles had naturally rested, the offending items themselves now laying still and harmless at the bottom of the tank, still locked up tight, still intact just no longer on.
Whether her grab for him was successful or not her other hand sought the side of her tank for the sake of her stability, that one too was devoid of the biting iron cuff and with the ever powerful sway of her tail she rose slowly up, keeping her form close to his as she did so until she was almost level with his own face. Her blue eyes a shine once again but her lips still worked into a pout of displeasure from his previous actions. She made no obvious attempt to harm as she had made none against the fae but the constant possibility was there, if she was pushed, she'd do something that only one of them here would lose any sleep over. "You want to use me like a cheap bottle of moonshine." Her voice called with the same allure as before the dancing echo spirits answering her with her own words, no further effort put in either holding it at bay or using it to it's potential, "Yet you mock and insult me, a girl could be hurt by such a man's actions."
After happily washing his feet outside her tank, Eikki made sure they were clean enough to be put under her water, using the sleeve of his shirt to remove anything else that might taint it, like little scraps of cloth or small leaves that got in his boots. Being a watery creature himself, he knew perfectly well that water, to them, was like air to the humans. Yet, the beings of the water cared much more for their own environment as did the petty humans. Water was sacred, it meant life, and so, even in his human form, Eikki valued it as much he did back in his old life. When he got satisified with it, only then did he sink his feet underwater.
His words made the siren once again show something other than boredom, and that expression Eikki would never forget. A quick turn of the head, her chin lifted a bit up, the cutest pout on her lips and her eyes almost close. If she lifted her hand and motioned a mouth opening and closing, that would be the icing on the cake. But a man can only have so much, and he thought he would die of cuteness, a warm feeling tickling his chest and making him laugh softly. His feet were still rocking under the water as his pale green eyes softly glowed towards the mermaid Imalia. Eikki was starting to see the real beauty of that creature: a soul purer than most he had seen so far. She cared not for the life or death of others, yet no feeling was shown towards that carelessness. It simply did not matter. No anger, no rage, to her it was nothing but a concept. However, when she did felt something aside from her basic instincts, it seemed to assault her in such way that she could not control them, and it led to such a beautiful honesty in everything she did. She was indeed an animal, and as all animals, something was missing from her, and that something that was missing was what made Eikki think her to be so interesting: apparently, lies were not a part of repertoire. People lied, yet she, from the very start, showed him that she was dangerous and made no effort to hide. Of course, her allure clouded one's senses to the real danger, but with the eerie light that emanated from his eyes to protect him, he could truly see the predator and the animal, and an animal makes no effort of hiding his soul. It was indeed pure, purer than that of any man.
As those thoughts made him wander a bit far off the tent, he only noticed Imalia moving when her slender shape was made visible above the water. Her hair stuck to her skin because of the water, drawing out her shape and covering the parts all men desire. And yet, once he laid eyes on her, he could not look anywhere else. She moved lightning-fast towards him, and his eyes instantly lit up, emitting a flash of green light, starting once again to burn with intensity. His childish smile and dreamy look faded instantly as he found the mermaid between his legs in a heartbeat. Speaking of heartbeats, his were racing uncontrollably. Adrenalin being pushed to his veins as his muscles contracted and his thighs spasmed with the sudden charge. Too fast, too silent. With hormones flooding his blue bloodstream, heightening his senses, he noticed the chains sitting harmlessly at the bottom of the tank before her hand jumped to grab him.
When it did, however, a jolt went through his body as she dug her fingers and nails deep between his legs. He could feel sharp things where no man should feel sharp things, and a sliver, just a sliver of despair made his breathing even more rapid than before. He threw his head back, his eyes leaving trails of light in the air, and groaned softly as he felt the pressure around him. He couldn't even think about how she managed to break loose without breaking a single link from the chains. His mind raced with images of what could happen if she tightened her grip just a tiny bit more, just enough to make his breathing irregular with cries of agony.
"Whoah...", was the only thing that came out at first. Yet when he lowered his head again, his bright green eyes staring at her deep blue ones, that sliver of despair faded away instantly. She was so close that he could feel her breath, a gentle, cool breeze kissing his face and neck, traveling across the skin to the wet side of his neck and sending shivers down his spine. He could smell the scent of her skin, the smell of the pure water of a river in the middle of a forest, yet with something else, something wild, animal, as if a tiger was nearby. Eikki could swear he felt all air leave his now human lungs, as if he was drowning in her blue eyes. And when her voice came out, everything else in the world fell silent.
"I do not want to use you, Imalia...merely the whims you set loose in my heart." he said, his voice deep and low, almost a whisper, as he needed not to yell now to make her hear him anymore. His breath smelled like cigarettes and mint drops, since he always carried a pack with him. Charred, yet fresh, a weird combination she would probably not like, unless her focus was all in her hand, to make him pay dearly for any mistakes he could make. His own hand moved ever so slowly up and removed a string of her hair from her face, his fingers tracing down across her cheek, dangerously traveling over her lips, those lips that hid teeth like needles, and stopping at her chin. Moving his face even close to hers, his eyes never leaving her deep blue abysses, as if they were having a staring contest, he spoke once again, this time it was indeed a whisper. "If only i knew i would survive the fall, i would gladly throw myself down the abyss." he said, with all sincerity his words could emanate. And, yet, that was only half true: he would fall into the abyss if she wanted, and he would do much, much more. All she needed was to be just a little bit more cruel and transform the soft stings he felt in his groin into agonizing pain.
Imalia could hear his quickened heartbeat and could see the rapid rise and full of his chest. When she grabbed his soft flesh he had a rather natural reaction to the sudden pressure and threat around such a sensitive area. His head lulled back and even those brightly glowing eyes were dimmed for a moment as the sensation overwhelmed the man and hopefully gave him pause for thought, if he were still capable of thought. She had felt the fear, concern or was it a hint of despair from him, the sudden realisation he was indeed in a place that perhaps he ought not to have been, doing things he perhaps was not supposed to be doing. He remained oddly quiet for someone who was in such a precarious position but his eyes and hers once again locked with his ethereal vaporous gaze.
To most the sight of such uniform colouration and such bright and clearly supernatural light would be disconcerting; certainly in normal situations Imalia would not have been too interested in being this close to anything with that kind of light, perhaps they would even find it scary. However they invoked nothing from her except perhaps a slither, just a granule of curiosity, that she wore hidden behind those blue depths with only a slight and brief furrow of her brow would give away. They were so very green and had she not spent so many nights gazing at the stars and moon or even the horrid lights that humans used to light the darkness she might have been quite mesmerised by them.
He spoke again though now his voice was but a quiet murmur against the silent night that surrounded this particular tent. The smell of mint seemed to seep from around him, a smell she was almost fond of –for an earth plant- for it smelled both pure and clean like the waters she preferred to be in. However it was indeed ruined by the smell of smoke and cigarettes, though the smoky charred smell was not something she was wholly unused to. Her last captor had smoked a pipe for much of his life and did so often in her little room where she was kept in a passive attempt to aggravate her. Before then after a storm in the great seas of the mundane or Azure there was sometimes the smell of charred wood and smoke in the air which sometimes, actually smelled pleasant. Of course his smoky scent was not the same and as such she was neither endeared to his scent nor repelled by it.
While distracted both by his scent and the concentration it took to not allow herself to simply tighten her grip around his soft, pliable flesh she was unaware of his intentions to touch her until his fingers were already among her locks. Due to the waters constant hydration they were soft to the touch though chilled by the night air and as he went to move a strand that had plastered itself to her face she flinched rather instinctively which in turn caused and to lightly spasm around his groin. Her attention quickly snapping back to his eyes and face with a briefly innocently curious look upon her own features.
She remained quiet as his exploration took the hair from her face only to trace her cheek, the soft skin like that of a ripe peach beneath his touch which seemed rather gentle in her opinion. Her head leaned slightly into his touch as his finger slid further down and came close to her lips where needle sharp teeth parted to greet the tip of the offending digit. It was a quick and brief bite, one that, like to the fae’s ear earlier, could have been a lot worse had she decided she meant it to be. Regardless of her warning bite her hand also tightened slightly about his groin again, firmer this time until tips of nails could pierce through fabric or lightly through the top layers of flesh. His finger once released continued down to her chin and he leaned dangerously close to her face whispering across her lips with that odd smell that emanated from him brushing her lips with a soft heat that caused chilled flesh to warm slightly.
A brief, half smile slipped upon her features and she closed the little gap between them to bite at his lower lip, again intending to draw just pinpricks of blood with those sharp teeth of hers. Again such an attack was brief but as she leaned away she allowed her teeth to lightly rake across the flesh of his lips so she might whisper against them. “You wouldn't.” Simple and truthful for she indeed saw little point in lying either with physical actions or with words, such things were beneath her, blue gaze remained on his glowing green eyes and a small smirk slipped upon her lips. “Though will you anyway anyway I wonder?” She could have put her full power into her words then, she could have tried to make it so the merman had no choice but to fall but this game was far more fun than seducing some idiotic bystander, this was a game, like with her first captor, she'd like to continue playing for some time yet.
A small droplet of blood trickled down from his fingers as she softly bit them, her needle-like teeth piercing the flesh at the tip. With every new part of her face he touched, she tightened her grip more and more that, by the time his finger was resting under her chin, there was enough pressure in there to make a normal man retract in pain. Eikki, however, did not back away in the slightest, mainly because of the proximity he managed to get to her, without (almost) no incident. When she leaned in, someone from the outside would think she was going to kiss him, however Eikki was not a stupid man. Her lips were pulled back, exposing her sharp teeth as she bit down on his lower lip, drawing more blood.
However it had not gone unnoticed to Eikki that, at some point, she leaned in to his touch, as if to feel it better. Her words whispered softly against his lips sent shivers down his spine, and the whole thing seemed romantic, almost erotic. Yet the merfolk let out a soft smile when she finished talking, as he knew she was doing nothing more than pay him back for mocking her. Imalia was toying with him, as much as she thought he had toyed with her earlier. A spark of rage gripped his stomach with hot iron fingers, yet he did not allow himself to let it show, for two reasons: one, in the position he was in, it was as if he was getting arrested; anything he could say or do could be used against him; second, because it would be a huge hypocrisy on his side, after all he did toy with her earlier. So, for now, the only thing he could do was allow the game to move on.
His legs had stopped spasming, yet small contractions could be seen every time she increased the pressure around his manhood. He did not allow his eyes to leave hers, mezmerizingly blue. His right hand was still holding the edge of the tank to give him a bit more balance and a solid base, but he let it go, only a small portion of his thighs were now keeping him balanced. He moved his right hand up, slowly and softly touching the skin of her shoulder, once again tracing his fingers across her slippery skin, all the way up to the back of her neck, grabbing hold softly, to which she responded with more pressure and the stinging pain was almost enough to make him cry out. Yet all he did was, ever so softly, take a deep breath, not once backing his lips away from hers.
With his lower lips touching hers, a bit of blood she had drawn glued to her lips, and he could smell the metallic scent of his own blue blood. The scent, however, was different than that of a human's: the metalloprotein in his blood had a different metal bonded: cobalt. This gave his life fluid a more sweet and stronger scent than that of a human's. Yet she was not the only one tasting new things there. A bit of her saliva had trickled down to his lips, and he readily licked it, tasting his own blood and something else. At that moment, he would not be able to describe the taste of her lips, however, as it was obvious for a predator with skills such as hers, it was indeed good.
His whispers even softer than before, as he knew that, as much as he masochistically enjoyed the dangerous game they were playing ( not without a bit of anger, though), that he needed to tread softly, for she held him on his hands. "You can make me, can't you, Imalia?'' he asked, with a small smile on his lips. "Yet i'm sure you know i can only take so much more of your touch, love....". The pain was becoming intense enough to climb upwards from where she was gripping him, to his abdomen all the way up to his stomach, as if he had ingested molten lead. He also tightened his grip on the back of her neck a bit, pressing down with his fingers and, unintentionaly, drawing her closer to him. He took the moment to repay her for his own bloody lip, and softly bit down on hers, keeping the plump red flesh between his teeth long enough to quickly lick it, though he knew it would not last long, as she would probably back away and once again increase the grip on his crotch. And the pain was not much far away from not being fun anymore.
Imalia gazed at the cobalt hued substance that leaked from his finger, the scent wafting up to her nose, it smelled delicious and yet looked fairly alien to her. Though that perhaps offered him some safety for had the blood been crimson in hue she would likely have had a time restraining herself at her current level of hunger. It was often hard to think around blood anyway and had, a few times, caused small incidents that were best left between her and their illustrious ring master. It was a natural predatory reaction she assumed and while the blood on her own lip and the scent in the air was tantalizing it didn't immediately stir up that predatory reaction in her.
She enjoyed the way he shivered at her words, he took them in and he let them play havoc inside him and yet he smiled almost sadly at her. He knew it was all a game, that she was playing with him as a cat played with a mouse and that when she was done, or when he grew bored, the game would end and she would return to what was her life in this glass prison and he to the troubles that had driven him here in the first place. She would then wait until someone was stressed, angry or bored enough to visit her again so she might have another chance to play with someone. It was all ultimately a game to relieve her boredom, at least until the camp slumbered and the night, for that piffling, pitiful amount of time, was hers to do with as she pleased. To sing her soul free should she desire without a soul to hear or pester her for more. Though singing was hardly on her mind in those sweet few moments she so rarely had.
The small contractions between his thighs kept her pleasantly amused and from straying to thoughts that were really quite unbecoming of her in the first place. Though despite her grip he still insisted on touching her, his hand sliding across her chilled, cold skin until cupping the back of her neck and she briefly bared her teeth in warning. With their lips so close that his blue blood could form a sticky mess upon hers, gluing them no matter how flimsily to one another she could better take in his scent, smoke, mints and blood. A scent she would hopefully never have to put herself through again as they collided and curdled harshly together, a brief wrinkle of her nose was her only sign of discomfort.
He whispered words into her ear which made her grin a dark and sadistic little smile, “I can.” She replied simply, she could make him dive into the tank, off the edge, she could even get him to take a running jump off the tight rope without a safety net. While his kinship would of course make her powers weaker she could do such, or try at the least, if she so desired. If she wanted a game that was over and done in a matter of minutes with only one ending, though with two different scenarios perhaps, then she could do so and the game would be done. He would likely not return but had he not said he was simply here to forget, forget someone or something that had bothered him that night so no matter the outcome of the night she was unlikely to see Eikki again for several years.
When she was bitten in return a surprise briefly lit her eyes though it dulled relatively quickly, her first reaction to put both hands; therefore releasing his crotch, on his shoulders and push herself away. Before his teeth could pierce or bruise –though they left a nice pink mark- she escaped him. “Now now, Mr. Seil would be ever so angry if you damaged his property, don’t you think?” Though her tone gave nothing away about whether or not she enjoyed his attention in such a way. He was though now free of her of course and effortlessly she kept her place in the middle of the tank, “I guess this means your free of me now.” She teased, running her fingers through her hair and offering a faint smile.
