Wiling the Night Away (open)

[Emilian Sota]

Emilian had finished his conversation with Michael, and it left an interesting thought in his mind, one which brought a smile to his face every time it crossed his thoughts. He was filled with anticipation of the next day and unable to even fathom sleeping, so he had decided to just stay outside and think, to plan out what he would do in the different possible situations.

[Lucretia 'Storm' Seyrrou]

She wasn't sure where she was headed, but she knew that she didn't want to stay in the common room let alone her dorm. The thought of girls being able to sleep sent a surge of envy coursing through her body, she found that it was unfair she had to suffer with insomnia. Her eyes stayed focused on the ground, but the feeling of someone close by made her look up. Directly ahead was Emilian she sighed, knowing that this was going to be an awfully long night.

[Emilian Sota]

A soft sound made Emilian turn his head to the side and his lips curved up as he recognized the girl coming towards him. He turned to look at her, "Lucretia," he said, loud enough to hear but still in the same deep, soft tone he always used. Perhaps the night wouldn't take so long for him to wile away after all.

[Lucretia 'Storm' Seyrrou]

Storm chewed her lip and sighed again. She walked closer to him until she was an arm length away.

"Emilian." she replied back sweetly, it was unlike her to speak in that way, but for now she would put on a facade.

"What a coincidence to find you hear." she was cursing herself for coming to the lake, but she didn't feel like going anywhere else, lest of all the forest.

[Emilian Sota]

"Yes," Emilian said, nodding slightly, "But a good coincidence, if I do say so myself." He wondered if he should mention her cousin or Michael, but decided against it, for the moment, at least. "So what brings you out so late at night, my Princess?" he asked, smiling and taking a step closer to her and taking her hand in his, rubbing her palm.

[Lucretia 'Storm' Seyrrou]

It wasn't like she had anyone else in her life to have 'fun' with, she decided she would be interested in only him. She took her free hand resting it on his chest.

"Can't sleep." she said with a slight shrug of her shoulders. She became curious as to why he was out late at night.

"And yourself, I always imagined you would be the type who can't live without their 'beauty' sleep." she teased her lips curling into a smirk.

[Emilian Sota]

Emilian chuckled lightly, "Yes well, I can't sleep either, or else I would be getting my..ah...beauty sleep." He rather liked this girl, not many left him yearning to see them again. "Haven't been losing sleep over dear Savannah, have you?" he asked, eyes glinting.

[Lucretia 'Storm' Seyrrou]

She wanted to cringe, she tried to suppress thoughts of Vannah but they continuously clawed at her. She shook her head, she had never been able to sleep for a long time, it was harder to cope now late at night because of Vannah, but it didn't necessarily deprive her of sleep.

"I wish it were just that, no I've been insomniac for a while now, and yet you only treat me like a princess." she pouted, she felt like teasing him for a bit, it might make her forget about Vannah.

[Emilian Sota]

"'Tis only what you deserve," Emilian said, smiling and pressing her fingertips to his lips as he stared into her eyes. He truly loved her eyes, they captivated and held him, not allowing him to look away. Well, that was a bit of a lie, her lips could pull his gaze away, especially when she pouted as she was.... He felt his eyes drift down to her lips.

[Lucretia 'Storm' Seyrrou]

She was used to being the center of someones attention, but for once, she didn't mind it this time. She knew he was, forceful, but this was the crowd she was raised with, and she wasn't expecting any better.

"So little, it gives the impression you think so little of me." she noticed his eyes were watching her lips, she slightly parted them, to tempt him even more, her own little game.

[Emilian Sota]

"Well I definitely don't think little of you," Emilian murmured, running a finger across her bottom lip. She had been in his dreams, both waking and sleeping, ever since that day. She was in his mind nearly as much as Michael was. He wasn't exactly sure why, he had never felt a particular attachment to anyone. Not that he was attached, no, far from it.

[Lucretia 'Storm' Seyrrou]

She an her hand over his chest up to the nape of his neck. The feeling of his fingers on her lips oddly felt nice.

"Then what do you think of me?" the question didn't sound serious, as if she didn't care what his answer was, but she felt a burning feeling of curiosity.

[Emilian Sota]

Emilian brought his eyes back up to hers and one corner of his lips curled up, "I think you'd be a beautiful piece of arm candy to keep around. Especially on those long, cold nights." Her hand on his neck made the hairs stand on end. He put his hands down loosely on her hips, pulling her closer to him.

[Lucretia 'Storm' Seyrrou]

"I'm flattered you think of me as such." she felt him pull her closer earning him a smirk.

"Candy does more harm than good, how do you know I wont 'rot your teeth'." she felt her smirk grow. It was very childish, but it held more meaning behind them. She wasn't willing to turn on him, but that never meant she would oblige to his every will.

[Emilian Sota]

"Because I'm the last guy you want to be with," Emilian said, giving a smug smirk, "Which means I'm the one you'll come back to, again," he pulled her against him, "And again."