Moonlight ~open for one~

[Gemstone]

The twilight's blanket of pure pitch black was adorned in a cascading tapestry of shimmering starlight which set the ambiance of the midnight hour like a platinum lace of tiara diamonds.

Merlot was in the midst of an empty beach and it's far reaching lonely expanse. Somewhere between sitting and kneeling her vision fixated upon the dark sky that capriciously loomed overhead vibrantly pulsing with the afterglow of the multiverse.

Emerald eyes swam in the darkness looking for constellations as moonlit radiance doused her silhouette in an eerie drapery of illumination.

Part of her curled up as hand reached for a bottle submerged in wet sand. Gentle waves absconding and absending caressed the glass with its chilly tide.

The wine wasn't of a particularly notable vintage however this mash had sweet flavorful notes of wild berries with a sharp but crisp finish that was both savory and pleasing to her palate.

Plucking the alcoholic vassal from the lash of gentle tide and poured it's contents into a wine glass. The red splashed and swirled in crystal confinement until a quarter full before being hoisted up to her nose so she could smell the wofting odor of apricot, oranges, and peach only then to decend too red lips to indulge in just a taste.

[Cards of Fate]

Midnight is a perfect time to dispose of a body.

The night is silent, and not so much as a mouse squeaks. The darkness is the perfect cover, and yet the scholar could not help but feel slightly unnerved as he rowed his boat silently from the shore. Below him, a brutish orc lay torn apart at his feet in a puddle of crimson. A brutal death, but not Vincent’s handiwork.

The scholar was better than that.

He had been mauled by a werewolf, a very sloppy werewolf who left all the evidence pointing to him. His lynching would surely have followed, but not tonight. He still needed to maul a few more people, Fate had plans for him.

So here Vince was, rowing through the silence. Alone.

“Man fuck this guy.” Vince grumbled as he pulled the paddles back once more. “What sort of fucking Orc just gets fucking mauled by a fucking werewolf?”

The scholar seethed. He could doing other things right now. He could be back at Underwood drinking with Tobias and Ioder. He could be asleep. He could be having sex with that super cute bartender.

But no, he was here. Rowing.

He paused as he glanced back at the shore that was barely in sight. He pursed his lips and shrugged, reaching down with a gloved hand to grasp a bloody limb. Gagging slightly, the scholar nonchalantly cast the brute’s right arm over his shoulder into the dark water.

Splish.

The task took several moments to complete, but it felt like ages to the scholar. After finishing he growled and straightened his back, casually pulling the leather gloves from his pale hands and tossing them too over his shoulder. He grabbed his paddles and went back to rowing, completely unaware that someone would be waiting for him on the shore.

[Gemstone]

The vampire savored another taste of wine, and the smell of salty air and the gentle albeit cool breezes that flowed through her long blonde hair. She was serene and at one with her tranquil environment.

Her crystal glass flowed its content to her parched cherry lips yet again, and she beamed a dubious smile indirectly as her eyes seemed fixated on the sky and it's majestic astrological wonder.

Eyes fleetingly glanced at the splashing calamity but once, the commotion a peevish upset to her quiet and enjoyable decompression. Everything began destroying her blissfully silent ambiance, the creaking ores that chirped and squeeled against metal brackets and the incessant splashing of paddle to water.

When it was clear the boat was making its way towards her destination Merlots tongue stroked the edge of one of her ivory barbs in anticipation. Her heart pounded like a thunderous cannonad. Mixed with swirling cocktail of emotion that chewed delibretely on her sanity. And was followed by a lustful sanguine desire to indulge in a blissfully euphoric high. The practice of daunting refrain was easier said then done as it proved itself a tremendous burden as she was adrift metaphorically in a field of poppies at just the thought of tapping an artery with her cruel little kiss.

Cold and calculating emerald orbs would wash over his form upon arrival, in a judgemental evaluation of his mannerisms. Visually dissecting him at the seam in an abominably intrusive social manner as the nosferatu appraised his worth like a piece of meat.

Followed by a snarky smile and a la di da.

~Why hello, who pre tell are you?~

Eyebrow lifted in curious expectation of his answer.

She appeared unarmed on the sandy shore but looks were decieving.

[Cards of Fate]

The scholar grunted slightly as he gazed back at his witness. She had asked him a question, but her eyes seemed to already have the answer. He was her dessert.

Or so she thought.

The scholar stretched slightly and rose to his feet, a feat to say the least in the still slightly unstable boat. He seemingly ignored the question, his eyes staring past her as he evaluated the situation. The beach was clear of any obstacles, he could simply outrun her given the chance. Yet she was a witness, and one way or another he would have to deal with her.

“My name is Vincent Cain, and you have found yourself in quite the bind.” He muttered as he stretched his arms. “You see I have somewhere to be, possibly a cute barmaid to strike out on, and you’re in my way.”

He scowled slightly as he spoke pulling a steel blade from his feet. “I suggest you forget what you saw here and go on your merry way or we’re going to have a problem.”