[Magic of such really doesn't exist in her world. Or at least, to her knowledge. Seems like he's the Master at this, despite him calling her so.
She tilts her head, because...well, he felt real the whole time.]
You're rather low maintenance. [JOKES.] Is there anything you do need from me? I do not believe that our partnership would just be you serving me, no? And even so...I want to be able to do something for you.
Well... I need mana, honestly. That's what allows me to fight and keeps me here in the first place. You don't naturally let off a lot of it, though, so...
[ He shrugs. ]
It's a little strange. I'm not as powerful as I could be.
[HIS GAE BOLG GOT PLENTY OF HER BLOOD JUST THEN. JUST SAYING.
But give her a minute, she heard that last part. Her body is already reacting before her mind is, because she's beginning to blush, but she's still speechless from disbelief.
[ He's still grinning like a mad-man. He's enjoying her confusion and consternation and watching the lightbulb flicker on over her head is fantastic. ]
It's the closest you can get. At least without drinking blood or something.
[WHY DOES HE LOOK SO SMUG. And that same mental lightbulb definitely is shining upon him now, because his body is now drawing all the attention. And she can't look away.
She had thought it before, but seeing that she doesn't think about desire first in general: Cu Chulainn is horribly attractive. Not just handsome, he's exuding so much charm and confidence that he's sexually desirable too.
Which makes it worse because now she's thinking about it.]
I mean, my blood replenishes. [Stop looking at his chest oh my god. She moves her eyes up to his face immediately.] It sounds so intimate, is this something you're even okay with?
[ Lancer leans over her with that smile of his, one arm stretching out so he can rest his hand (and weight) against the wall while he talks to her. Every movement seems simultaneously casual and horribly deliberate. ]
Why wouldn't I be? My master is a beautiful woman.
[She's easily watching him lounging, as her eyes follow the lines of his body as he leans against that wall. Now she can just look at strong arms, how his muscles are much too obvious in his jump suit. Goodness.
She honestly can't look around, even though she starts to push her hair back to try to distract herself. And it's failing.]
Surely you jest. [How would she know if he's telling the truth if she has zero confidence in herself! Sure, she is a beauty, but she doesn't have any of his confidence.
But in order to try to take control of the situation, she leans against the wall and crosses her arms, trying not to look at all like she's affected.]
You may have to tell me in detail, Cu Chulainn. I enjoy history lessons.
[Her eye twitches because...well if he's telling the truth, this will be the only way.]
I have a feeling God isn't the one who made this Holy Grail War, but some other strange...well, I don't know. Very well. I can deal with you if I find out that you are lying to me.
[She growls at first, because she's too embarrassed by this whole situation to do otherwise. It's a bit different to her fretting over him, or even standing up to him, but her eyes widen at his words.]
You did, didn't you? [She may find this whole thing rather embarrassing, but...somehow his confidence in this matter entertains her. Just a little. She pushes up from the wall and takes his jaw into her hand.] Stole all the women.
[She tilts her head, looking curiously at him.] But here, I am the master.
[Just as much as she is that shy and humble girl, cares and pampers those she likes, there was also that other part of her that innately likes to overpower.
Well, someone made the Grail and it's some sort of divine, magic artifact. So probably God.
[ He shrugs those broad shoulders of his. Where it came from is immaterial. What's important is the power that it holds and the power that it will provide to the people who in it. However, those thoughts get cut a bit short when Viet reaches up and snags his jaw with a slender, delicate hand. For a moment he's just shocked and then he starts to smile. ]
You are the master. And what are you going to do? What does that mean? Are you going to command me?
But is God real? Either way, whatever it is, it seems to have a power far greater than what I know of this world. And I can feel the world.
[Actually, God has come down to pick on countries before, but...she never saw him! SO MAYBE NOT. But as it is, it doesn't matter: they're in this mess now. And it looks like, together too.
Also, seems like she walked right into that one, but somehow his smile, his challenge, she can't back down.]
Mmm...[She tilts her head the other way, to give him a better look, smooth her hands over his shoulders. There's nothing to straighten, she's, very obviously, touching him.]
I don't want to waste my command seals, remember? [She leans in, on her toes, so her voice is a little softer for him to only hear. Even though they're the only ones here.]
[ Lancer allows her to touch him. He allows her to assert herself. It pleases him. It makes him admire her more. He can't really object, after all. He enjoys strong-willed women and she seems to fit the bill - at least for now. ]
Of course, master. Whatever your command is, I'll follow.
[ His teeth glint as his lips spread in a grin. It's almost (no, it is) predatory. ]
[Just the briefest moment, her eyes glint, sparkle, from the words "I'll follow". She thinks she has worked out what he is, if not for the way his teeth bare at her in the most entertained of looks. A beast who will allow himself to be chained if he finds it fitting. But will he bite her hand? He did say he would kill her if she was unworthy.
A beast who will listen to her, but also keep her on her toes. She can't say she doesn't like it. And because of it, she's showing him too much of herself that she doesn't show many others.]
Very well. [Her hands slide over his shoulders, just down his back, as she pulls herself closer, arches her body to fit against his. Her lips press to the curve of his neck, so when she speaks, he will feel that vibration.]
Then remember this clearly. I do not do this for just anyone, so consider it a blessing. Hero of Ireland, you are now mine, and so long as you obey...then I am yours. [Perhaps she was more attracted to him than she thought, but Vietnam has always been this type: to give it her all, her entirety, if she had to. And he needed it.]
[ This is getting interesting. The way she moves against him, the way she pushes closer, it's all... good. It all makes his eyes narrow, lips spread in a ferocious little grin as she speaks. ]
I guess we belong to one another, then. Master.
[ He laughs, a low, dangerous sound, and wraps an arm around her, pulling her close and molding her against his front. He won't complain. Can't complain. She's proving herself more than capable of being his master - at least for now. ]
[This boy really does roll with it, doesn't he? Her cheeks colour slightly, not that he could see with her head nestled as it is. And his form, it's comfortable, it's...he molds her so easily.]
We do. Despite everything, how weird it is...I think I do feel something with you being here. [Not that she could figure it out yet, but that it is foreign. Not unwelcome.
Not when he draws her in like this, his laugh dangerously inviting, and she can't help but feed into it.]
I should be commanding you to stop. [But she's the one doing it?!] I am sure you are full of mana, having just arrived. But if you wish tell me how best it is to replenish you, I could allow it. [She pulls back slightly, a gentle curve only so she can look at him directly.]
Perhaps something a little softer. Not just because I lack the experience, which I apologise for.
[And she takes his other hand, clasping it with her own before she leads it up her body to her chest, so that he can trace over the curve of her breast through the fabric of her shirt, over the wound that he left on her that has now dried up.
Too bold? She feels that, for sure. But also the challenge drives her even more than that.]
The scars left from you of claiming my heart still show.
[And then she laughs gently.] Alternatively, I could also command you to make me dinner. [She's kidding.]
[ She is being surprisingly (refreshingly) forward with him. His eyes narrow slightly, lips curved back in a predatory smile as he listens and she draws his hand up to her chest. There's so much to unpack here - so much to consider. But there's also an attractive woman pressed close against him, practically inviting him to go for the kill. Who is he to say no to that?
There should be a gaping wound underneath his hand and yet he can feel her heart beating, as strong as ever. What a mysterious, wonderful thing this is. He likes his new master. ]
You could command me to do a lot of different things.
[ He laughs with her, a bit stronger, a touch harsher. ]
I don't think you're going to do that, though.
[ His hand shifts, slides, until it cups her breast and he rolls it against his palm with clear, obvious intent. ]
[Somewhere, common sense reminds Vietnam that she has never really gone with a man so immediate like this, no matter how handsome he is. Just a little bit earlier, he even said he was going to kill her. In fact, she would wonder if she would even consider this right at this very moment, if he did not suggest that to replenish him, sex was the answer.
And yet here she is, so easily reeled in. Each laugh, smile, the way his red eyes flash. He's a hunter, and she's intrigued. How would this go? She wants to know. He says he would allow her to command him, and he would obey, but she's sure the playing field is much more even than that.]
I could, and I will. [She punctuates that, forcing him to remember it. Though, she will admit, how he handles it is rather entertaining.] But you're right. I believe there is something we now must get out of the way. [And that is, indeed, she's going to toss common sense out temporarily, for a man who said he is now bound to her.
She breathes deeply, her back curves so that her chest meets his hand, trying not to react too obviously as a shiver runs down her spine. Her fingers trace down his chest in response, feather light, following the lines of his uniform, her legs turn enough to slide between his thighs, pressing them suggestively.]
You're the expert, no? What do you think? Do you think I like it enough to allow you to steal me like your women?
[And so it begins: her body says one thing, her mouth, another.]
[ He's equally intrigued by her and all of her contradictions. She says one thing and yet manages to press closer. She challenges him and also seems to invite him further in. He'll have to see if she's really up to the challenge or if this is all merely talk. Then again, she did allow him to run Gae Bolg straight into her heart - so there has to be something more to her. His smile broadens a touch as he feels her shiver and the heat of her brushes closer.
There are fingers against his chest and the taut muscle of his belly. He allows her to explore further, doesn't object as they trace lower. ]
I think you do. Otherwise we wouldn't be here.
[ His voice is low. Almost dangerous. ]
Unless you're just leading me on...
[ He squeezes his hand against her chest again, the other hand broad and splaying against her back to tug her that much closer. ]
[He feels good. Every part of his body reacts to her fingers, the way his expressions change as she touches. There is a lot to take in. In fact there's a lot to take in even mentally. Her heart, already pierced, still beats wildly as she finds herself in this position. This never happens to her. Her life is rather routine and boring, actually.
Everything about him excites her. After all, he bad. She knows exactly what he's trying. He may toy with her desires right now, but that is exactly how she likes it. There are things a girl wants too. Though...where should she even begin?
A tsk, first.]
I do not lead anyone on. [And she bares her teeth, stopping herself from that one moment where her breath nearly is stolen from her by those. Of course, she wants more. She's beginning to despair the fact they garbed--...oh.
With her leg sliding out from between his legs, she goes onto her toes, so she lean in closer, nose to nose, whispering:]
Then, I want a demonstration. You said these are magicked? Show me how you take them off. [And she tugs at his jump suit, her hands resting on his hips.]
[ He's laughing at her. Amused with the way she seems to want to both proceed and hold back. But he's happy enough to give her a bit of what she wants. There's a long moment where her hands are against his hips and then his upper torso bare from the waist up, part of his jumpsuit dissolving away in a burst of mana. There are perks to being a heroic spirit, after all. One of them is (usually) being able to control one's appearance. ]
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[ He shrugs. Gosh, she really is new to this, isn't she? How is he supposed to explain everything? Or get it across to her? ]
I'm a heroic spirit. My appearance is malleable. So don't worry yourself over something like that. I'll manage.
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She tilts her head, because...well, he felt real the whole time.]
You're rather low maintenance. [JOKES.] Is there anything you do need from me? I do not believe that our partnership would just be you serving me, no? And even so...I want to be able to do something for you.
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[ He shrugs. ]
It's a little strange. I'm not as powerful as I could be.
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So the master would also need to empower the servant, so it seems.]
I apologise...a-ah, how do I get mana to give you? You need to be powerful, no? Then is there anything I can do?
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[ He shrugs. Well, this is going to be an interesting explanation. ]
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Either way, she looks very determined.]
Even if it's tricky, one would never know unless they try. Tell me how to transfer mana directly with you.
[Welp.]
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[ He flashes a smile that shows off his fangs. ]
Or other ways. Like sex.
[ Wait for it. ]
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But give her a minute, she heard that last part. Her body is already reacting before her mind is, because she's beginning to blush, but she's still speechless from disbelief.
Deeeeeeep inhale--]
Did I hear correctly? Did you say...s...se...
[SAY IT YOU FOOL.]
Sex...?
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[ He's still grinning like a mad-man. He's enjoying her confusion and consternation and watching the lightbulb flicker on over her head is fantastic. ]
It's the closest you can get. At least without drinking blood or something.
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She had thought it before, but seeing that she doesn't think about desire first in general: Cu Chulainn is horribly attractive. Not just handsome, he's exuding so much charm and confidence that he's sexually desirable too.
Which makes it worse because now she's thinking about it.]
I mean, my blood replenishes. [Stop looking at his chest oh my god. She moves her eyes up to his face immediately.] It sounds so intimate, is this something you're even okay with?
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Why wouldn't I be? My master is a beautiful woman.
[ HEH. ]
How much do you know about my legend, master?
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She honestly can't look around, even though she starts to push her hair back to try to distract herself. And it's failing.]
Surely you jest. [How would she know if he's telling the truth if she has zero confidence in herself! Sure, she is a beauty, but she doesn't have any of his confidence.
But in order to try to take control of the situation, she leans against the wall and crosses her arms, trying not to look at all like she's affected.]
You may have to tell me in detail, Cu Chulainn. I enjoy history lessons.
[Famous Last Words.]
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[ He seems far too amused by her own reaction to follow up with much else. If this is how she acts? It's going to be... interesting. ]
They had to send me away because they were worried I was going to steal all of their women. That's all.
[ And he... sort of did? ]
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I have a feeling God isn't the one who made this Holy Grail War, but some other strange...well, I don't know. Very well. I can deal with you if I find out that you are lying to me.
[She growls at first, because she's too embarrassed by this whole situation to do otherwise. It's a bit different to her fretting over him, or even standing up to him, but her eyes widen at his words.]
You did, didn't you? [She may find this whole thing rather embarrassing, but...somehow his confidence in this matter entertains her. Just a little. She pushes up from the wall and takes his jaw into her hand.] Stole all the women.
[She tilts her head, looking curiously at him.] But here, I am the master.
[Just as much as she is that shy and humble girl, cares and pampers those she likes, there was also that other part of her that innately likes to overpower.
Still, she lets go.] Or so you say.
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[ He shrugs those broad shoulders of his. Where it came from is immaterial. What's important is the power that it holds and the power that it will provide to the people who in it. However, those thoughts get cut a bit short when Viet reaches up and snags his jaw with a slender, delicate hand. For a moment he's just shocked and then he starts to smile. ]
You are the master. And what are you going to do? What does that mean? Are you going to command me?
[ He's egging her on. Just a little. ]
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[Actually, God has come down to pick on countries before, but...she never saw him! SO MAYBE NOT. But as it is, it doesn't matter: they're in this mess now. And it looks like, together too.
Also, seems like she walked right into that one, but somehow his smile, his challenge, she can't back down.]
Mmm...[She tilts her head the other way, to give him a better look, smooth her hands over his shoulders. There's nothing to straighten, she's, very obviously, touching him.]
I don't want to waste my command seals, remember? [She leans in, on her toes, so her voice is a little softer for him to only hear. Even though they're the only ones here.]
So firstly, would you be willing to obey?
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Of course, master. Whatever your command is, I'll follow.
[ His teeth glint as his lips spread in a grin. It's almost (no, it is) predatory. ]
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A beast who will listen to her, but also keep her on her toes. She can't say she doesn't like it. And because of it, she's showing him too much of herself that she doesn't show many others.]
Very well. [Her hands slide over his shoulders, just down his back, as she pulls herself closer, arches her body to fit against his. Her lips press to the curve of his neck, so when she speaks, he will feel that vibration.]
Then remember this clearly. I do not do this for just anyone, so consider it a blessing. Hero of Ireland, you are now mine, and so long as you obey...then I am yours. [Perhaps she was more attracted to him than she thought, but Vietnam has always been this type: to give it her all, her entirety, if she had to. And he needed it.]
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I guess we belong to one another, then. Master.
[ He laughs, a low, dangerous sound, and wraps an arm around her, pulling her close and molding her against his front. He won't complain. Can't complain. She's proving herself more than capable of being his master - at least for now. ]
Speak and I'll obey.
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We do. Despite everything, how weird it is...I think I do feel something with you being here. [Not that she could figure it out yet, but that it is foreign. Not unwelcome.
Not when he draws her in like this, his laugh dangerously inviting, and she can't help but feed into it.]
I should be commanding you to stop. [But she's the one doing it?!] I am sure you are full of mana, having just arrived. But if you wish tell me how best it is to replenish you, I could allow it. [She pulls back slightly, a gentle curve only so she can look at him directly.]
Perhaps something a little softer. Not just because I lack the experience, which I apologise for.
[And she takes his other hand, clasping it with her own before she leads it up her body to her chest, so that he can trace over the curve of her breast through the fabric of her shirt, over the wound that he left on her that has now dried up.
Too bold? She feels that, for sure. But also the challenge drives her even more than that.]
The scars left from you of claiming my heart still show.
[And then she laughs gently.] Alternatively, I could also command you to make me dinner. [She's kidding.]
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There should be a gaping wound underneath his hand and yet he can feel her heart beating, as strong as ever. What a mysterious, wonderful thing this is. He likes his new master. ]
You could command me to do a lot of different things.
[ He laughs with her, a bit stronger, a touch harsher. ]
I don't think you're going to do that, though.
[ His hand shifts, slides, until it cups her breast and he rolls it against his palm with clear, obvious intent. ]
You like this a little too much, don't you?
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And yet here she is, so easily reeled in. Each laugh, smile, the way his red eyes flash. He's a hunter, and she's intrigued. How would this go? She wants to know. He says he would allow her to command him, and he would obey, but she's sure the playing field is much more even than that.]
I could, and I will. [She punctuates that, forcing him to remember it. Though, she will admit, how he handles it is rather entertaining.] But you're right. I believe there is something we now must get out of the way. [And that is, indeed, she's going to toss common sense out temporarily, for a man who said he is now bound to her.
She breathes deeply, her back curves so that her chest meets his hand, trying not to react too obviously as a shiver runs down her spine. Her fingers trace down his chest in response, feather light, following the lines of his uniform, her legs turn enough to slide between his thighs, pressing them suggestively.]
You're the expert, no? What do you think? Do you think I like it enough to allow you to steal me like your women?
[And so it begins: her body says one thing, her mouth, another.]
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There are fingers against his chest and the taut muscle of his belly. He allows her to explore further, doesn't object as they trace lower. ]
I think you do. Otherwise we wouldn't be here.
[ His voice is low. Almost dangerous. ]
Unless you're just leading me on...
[ He squeezes his hand against her chest again, the other hand broad and splaying against her back to tug her that much closer. ]
So tell me what you want, Master.
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Everything about him excites her. After all, he bad. She knows exactly what he's trying. He may toy with her desires right now, but that is exactly how she likes it. There are things a girl wants too. Though...where should she even begin?
A tsk, first.]
I do not lead anyone on. [And she bares her teeth, stopping herself from that one moment where her breath nearly is stolen from her by those. Of course, she wants more. She's beginning to despair the fact they garbed--...oh.
With her leg sliding out from between his legs, she goes onto her toes, so she lean in closer, nose to nose, whispering:]
Then, I want a demonstration. You said these are magicked? Show me how you take them off. [And she tugs at his jump suit, her hands resting on his hips.]
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[ He's laughing at her. Amused with the way she seems to want to both proceed and hold back. But he's happy enough to give her a bit of what she wants. There's a long moment where her hands are against his hips and then his upper torso bare from the waist up, part of his jumpsuit dissolving away in a burst of mana. There are perks to being a heroic spirit, after all. One of them is (usually) being able to control one's appearance. ]
Does that suit you?
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