Black Velvet [namgil]

[Dietrich]

Sticking to the shadows, weaving with practiced ease in and out of them, Dietrich was a man on a mission. He had a tip off earlier about a section of lavish rooms in this area of the court. Dietrich had naturally staked out the area for a couple of days, deciding on the one no one bothered. Hell, he hadn’t even seen anyone come in or out of the room in the few days he stalked the place, but he had a good feeling about it.

The walkway was quiet and it didn’t take him very long to reach the room. Well not many people would have guessed his wrong doings anyway. Between his innocent angelic features and his designer Armani suit, messily arranged and all but thrown on I assure you, many would never have guessed he was there to rob them blind, since he actually looked like he might fit in. He had decided to forgo his ‘work’ clothes for something a little more inconspicuous. His work clothes were meant for stealth and hiding in trees, not sneaking into well watched areas of the court and trying to blend in.

Quickly glancing around the corridor, Dietrich pulled out a couple of bobby pin shaped lock picks and in no time had the door unlocked. Quickly ducking into the room, closing the door shut behind him with a quiet click, Dietrich glanced at the candy land before him. If he had been any less of a man, he would have squealed. However the licking of his lips and a wide eyed look did the trick. Even though the room was dark, it was lavishly furnished. Black velvet’s, dark colored silks, gorgeous cashmere, there was even a galore of daggers all over the room. He was sure some were hidden, but he’d find then. Mark his words.

Walking over to the dark lacquered shelf, Dietrich spied a very nice dagger which was about the size of his hand and had a dark red sheathe and a some gold designs upon it. Quickly sliding the dagger and it’s sheathe into the small bag hidden at his lower back, hidden underneath his suit jacket and his long blood red loose hair, he looked about contemplating on what else he should take. ”What to take, what to take…hmmm…” Dietrich felt like a kid in a candy store. His mantel was fluttering colorfully about on his neck, happy and obviously sharing his same feelings on the matter. However the smile on his face looked, which always translated innocent because of his stupid angelic features, soft and childlike. No it didn't make him look like a child. It made him look unjaded and unexperienced (which really wasn't the case). His catlike eyes however looked foreign upon his face. A playful, mischievious glint twinkled from their depths.

Quickly glancing through the rooms belongings, he paid no atttention to the sounds outside the door or the door itself. Dietrich was in la la land quite obviously. Whether it was because he did not care about being caught, that conceited about his thieving abilities, or if he was just that ditzy even he wasn’t sure of.

[Namgil]

Since arriving in Alanor Namgil had only ventured into his room twice. The first time had been to appraise the work done to decorate it by the servants he had employed. He had been quite pleased with their work and had rewarded them handsomely. The second time…well, this was it. Namgil had refrained from entering the Unseelie caverns too frequently in order to avoid the eyes of a certain Nimbus male. There would be a time in which he would make himself known but until then Namgil was content to remain in the shadows, ever watchful. Though he did not have the shadow ears of their sadistic King, Namgil had his sources of information. Several of the servants had been quick to offer their services to the Sidhe and he employed them without reservation. Much to Namgil’s delight, not only was his prey doing quite well, but his secondary targets were, albeit unknowingly, serving their roles quite perfectly.

Namgil wasn’t quite sure as to why he sought the refuge of his room this night. Perhaps it had something to do with the whispers that plagued his mind and the purls of fear that constantly enshrouded him. He was easily capable of dismissing these weird feelings – Namgil was thousands of years old; insanity was nothing to him – but their increasing frequency was nearly cause for concern, an emotion Namgil did not experience often. Thus, the Sidhe man had decided that a restful night’s sleep was needed, and for that he would sacrifice his self-ostracization in favor for the silken sheets of his bed.

When he found his door unlocked, Namgil blinked casually a few times towards the door handle clenched lightly in his hand. His paused momentarily, his head tilting in curiosity before a delightfully animalistic smile enveloped his lips. Namgil slipped into his room without making much sound, though he had absolutely no intention of sneaking up on Dietrich. Sneaking wasn’t Namgil’s style – he was just naturally quiet. For someone so tall, Namgil walked with an inherent grace rather uncharacteristic of him. He shut the door behind him, one hand slipping to lock it. The redhead was immediately visible, though it appeared as if he was oblivious to Namgil’s presence.

The Sidhe took advantage of Dietrich’s ignorance to survey the other male for a few moments. His black, deadened eyes traced over the Nimbus’s frame with little reservation, per usual. At the same time, Namgil leaned backwards against his door and crossed his arms. He knew it wouldn’t be long before Dietrich noticed him – Namgil’s practically invisible, poison-like aura was exceptionally strong this evening, seeping from his pores thickly and sweeping across the room to ensnare everything within its grasp. Still, Namgil wasn’t about to stand around waiting. It wasn’t in his nature.

”Might I suggest the top right drawer of the desk? I keep a fair amount of jewelry there.” Namgil’s tone was casual, his face somewhat blank, though a ghost of his former smile still lingered. While Namgil was a relatively easy-going guy, he had very little tolerance for thieves. Even so, Dietrich’s presence was a welcome one – Namgil was in need of some fun.

(ooc: bad. trying to get back in the groove of playing him)

[Dietrich]

Dietrich was quite thoroughly looking over the pretty trinkets on the desk, his expert eyes judging their worth with quick efficiency, when he heard him. Coming back to himself with a few blinks, he glanced back over his shoulder, an ‘Got caught with my hand in the cookie jar’ grin upon his lips. Dietrich really didn’t care that he was caught; he was merely surprised that he hadn’t noticed the man’s dark aura. Mentally shrugging, Dietrich turned around completely to face the man, slipping a trinket into his bag behind his back. His angelic feminine features were obvious and even though he had been caught, he still smiled his innocent smile. Dietrich may have hated his features at times, but he liked to exaggerate them in these situations. If he can’t get rid of him, he might as well use them right?

Thinking over the suggestion the man gave him; Dietrich reached over with his right hand and pulled the drawer open. Looking in it with a pout on his face, Dietrich pulled out a pretty gold with ruby inlaid amulet. “Oh your right. You saved me the trouble of finding them the hard way.” Dietrich place the amulet on the desk in plain view close enough to him. Maybe when he made his escape he could grab it on the way out. It was such a pretty little thing…maybe he could get all the other pretties in the drawer too. Ha! The epicness of stealing right from under the owner’s nose!

Shaking his distracting thoughts away, he leaned against the desk, arms propped back against it. He studied the other man, his curiosity running high and nigh once again. What did that dark aura feel like up close? Was it thick and unbearable? Or was it spicy and tingly? Did it feel like a dark storm cloud on an autumn night? Did it taste like anything? Did it taste like cotton candy? Or did it taste more like licorice flavor hard liquor? Dietrich wanted to just brush up against it, to see if he could play with the aura as if it were wisp of cotton candy flavored storm clouds.

“It seems you have caught me, sir. A pity really, you had so many lavish things just right here for the plucking.” Dietrich finally said with a pout on his face. Even though he meant what he said, he was also trying to look for an opening to escape. A thief should always have their options should they not? At least that was the plan at the moment. He would wait to see what the man did before he jumped. However at least he would be prepared if it came to that.

(OOC: S'ok, your just powering up for the awesome stuff.)

[Namgil]

Namgil rose an eyebrow as he watched Dietrich finger through the desk drawer. Though Namgil had, just moments ago, been contemplating just how best to spill the red-heads blood, he changed his mind the second Dietrich turned to face him. Namgil’s expression did not immediately change to denote the pleasure that came with Dietrich’s appearance. It had been a while since he had feasted his eyes on such innocence, the kind usually found painted across the visage of young children. Namgil was a sucker for a beautiful, innocent boyish face, and Dietrich possessed just that. Still, the Sidhe man wasn’t blind to Dietrich’s obvious slippery personality. The ease the other displayed was betrayed by his eyes – he was searching for a way out, and Namgil wasn’t about to give it to him.

His position against the door maintained, Namgil allowed his lips to part in a smile. He was extraordinarily handsome when he smiled, an expression that anyone would find alluring were it not for the sense of foreboding that accompanied it. Namgil had a naturally born gift of causing uneasiness in anyone who came near him. It was a sense of danger that could not be placed – a prickling of the skin akin to that of an otherworldly experience. At the same time, it was an alluring danger that could not be ignored, a danger that just begged to be explored.

Namgil chuckled, a raspy noise, ”Do I?”His one, visible deadened eye flashed, ”Well, feel free to help yourself. I have far more than I know what to do with.” It would appear as if Namgil was being exceptionally accommodating, though in reality he knew, from this point forward, it would be quite easy to retrieve his items. At the same time, Namgil wasn’t above ‘rewarding’ Dietrich, should the Nimbus play nicely. Shifting his weight slightly but not removing himself from the door, Namgil tilted his head, ”Your name?” He didn’t offer his – he never did.

[Dietrich]

Dietrich felt his insides flip flop when the other man smiled. Yes it was a very attractive smile, however it came with the prickly feeling he got when danger was near. Tilting his head to the side, his long blood red hair falling in slight curls down his neck and onto his chest, he tried to pin point the reason for his unease. Maybe it was that delicious looking aura? Or was it something else? Fighting down the goose bumps that threatened to rise upon his skin, Dietrich licked his lips silently contemplating the man’s all too accommodating comment. Dietrich was no fool…but he’s played these games for a long, long, LONG time. “Oh how kind of you to suggest so, sir. Maybe you would also like to assist me in the moving of your belongings?” Dietrich finished with a boyish chuckle, a light silky sound that usually would have other staring at him strangely. Not only did he doubt that the man would willingly help him, he highly doubted the man was accommodating of any kind. At least not for a thief he found in his room.

Quirking his lips, Dietrich wondered if the man would willingly give him his name. If not, Dietrich swore to choose an extra special name for him. “I am called Dietrich…and might I ask you of your name?” Dietrich asked with a soft pretty smile upon his lips. He really hated it when others didn’t share their names. Was hiding one’s name in style now?

Looking the other male from the bottom up, he was trying to figure him out. He had no clue as to why this man intrigued him. Either way it did not matter, he would satiate his curiosity and leave…somehow. If he stayed too long, it could up his chances of the other male finding out his secret. So far the only other person to know it, the one to cast this curse upon him, was long dead. He had no idea what this man was planning and that was what was setting him on edge. He hated not knowing and he disliked being cornered. The favor was in the other man’s playing field. With no definate way out, the sidhe blocking his way out, Dietrich would play by the man's rules for now. It was the only option at the moment.

[Namgil]

The boy was a pretty one, that was for sure. Though Alanor was not scarce of pretty faces, very few actually attracted Namgil. He was less picky with women - as long as they were freaks in the bed Namgil was more than happy to make use of his...talent. However, when it came to men, Namgil was extremely fickle. There was a set criteria they had to meet in order to catch Namgil's eye. Boys were usually more appealing than men - Namgil found their innocence delightful and had frequently partook of such innocence during his tirades back on Earth. Such purity was hard to find in full grown men; Namgil often found he had to settle for innocent looks along in order to satiate his needs. Dietrich was such a male; a not-so-pure center wrapped in a delightfully angelic shell.

"Hrm?" Dietrich's little suggestion brought a smirk to Namgil's lips. His teeth drew back, deceptively sharp, "I believe I'll pass. You seem more than capable of stuffing your pockets yourself." It was hard to tell if he was joking or not - his expression was deceptively playful, but his tone of voice practically tasted of poison. Still, Dietrich's little comment was enough to draw Namgil from his door. It was locked, after all. Even if the red-head bolted for it, the delay unlocking it would bring would be more than enough for Namgil to stop him. He only needed the slightest touch to stop the boy in his tracks, and Namgil was exceptionally fast. Still, it would be highly advisable for Dietrich to refrain from bolting. He had won Namgil over with his pretty face but ultimately he was still a thief and Namgil was not above destroying him.

The Sidhe's arms dropped down to his sides as he took a few languid steps towards the Nimbus. Namgil didn't immediately offer his name. Though he never found it necessary to introduce himself - back on Earth people simply knew who he was - Namgil was not above giving his name when asked. Unfortunately, his...mission, quest?...dictated that he refrain from spouting his name unnecessarily. The last thing he needed was word of his existence reaching Jun's ears. "I've gone by many names," the male mused as he traced his fingers along the sheets of his bed, his body casually shifting towards Dietrich, "For a while I was known as Death on the Pale horse. Though that was some time ago." His toothy smile grew. Namgil wasn't much for dwelling on memories, but particularly gory ones always tended to stick in his mind.

He moved closer to Dietrich, and though his stance was not all that threatening his aura slithered to encompass his surroundings, smothering them. "I've been the Tongue-Cutter, Neck Slasher, Shadow Lurker, and even The Beast." He chuckled, "The names humans' concoct never fail to amuse me." He adverted his gaze from Dietrich, shifting it across the room as if he had found something entirely more interesting. His smile dropped, his head tilting ever so slightly as his nonchalant, devil-may-care attitude reigned. Namgil fell silent for a few moments before he rotated his head so that his free eye zeroed in on Dietrich, "Though I don't dispute their accuracy."

Without warning, though in a rather lazy, slow manner, Namgil shifted from his position closer to Dietrich, at this point quite possibly invading the others personal space. They were nearly of identical height, though Namgil was just a tad shorter. He didn't care - details mattered little to him. His breath was hot and his voice smooth as he shifted close but did not touch, "So, use your imagination."

[Dietrich]

When the man replied to his tidbit about the him helping him, Dietrich mock pouted. He had already guessed that answer. Not many were willing to help one steal their possessions. Good help was so hard to find these day. The man made Dietrich wonder once again what he was intending to do. This man had his every instinct on alert, but like always Dietrich ignored them. He hasn’t needed them before, why should he need them now? He’s still kicking thus far, he really wasn’t planning on…well not kicking anymore anytime soon.

Dietrich listened to the man give him several old references to his name. Dietrich really never paid much attention to other sidhe in the mortal realm. Hell he really never paid much attention to anything. Which was why he usually hit his head on tree branches, or fell into gopher holes. He was either too busy stealing things much more important than those of his kind…well stealing or too busy serving a woman he still curses to this day. The shifting of the man drew Dietrich back from his thoughts, the man’s movement away from the door sending a brief moment of alarm through the thief. However Dietrich brushed it away, deciding to see where this led.

As the man moved closer, his dark aura washing over him, he nearly grunted not expecting it's feel at all. Dietrich decidedly decided that the guy's aura was like electrified licorice flavored dark liquor. Very much like Jägermeister, a dark smooth taste…with a hint of something that seemed to just send your taste buds tingling. That’s what he equated the feeling with as the sidhe’s aura washed over him. A light wash of goose bumps appeared upon Dietrich’s arms resting against the desk. Dietrich closed his eyes for a brief second, just feeling the strangeness of the man’s aura. Almost as if basking in it…Hell even Dietrich wasn’t sure why exactly.

Another shift from the man drew Dietrich’s attention again, drawing closer to him than Dietrich was use to. He could feel the slight waft of hot air from the man. Dietrich was almost unnerved until he heard the sidhe’s last comment. He began to softly laugh, bright and clear, childlike in its quantity and bell like in its clarity. Use his imagination? Now there was something not many ask him to use. Did he really wish that he, Dietrich, call him something like…Sparkles or...Bonbon? He had to firmly stomp down the delightful (and he wasn’t being sarcastic with the word at all) image of the sidhe running him through with the many colorful daggers in the room at the thought of even suggesting the name to the guy. Dietrich was an extreme masochist after all, but he liked his body in a rather un-holey manner! He really hated letting his wounds heal, it made stealing difficult.

Fighting down the shiver that threatened to shoot down his spine at his masochistic thoughts, Dietrich replied to the man. “Now that is something not many ask me to use. My imagination is quite…unique.” Honestly, that was the only thing he could use to describe his imagination. "And I would rather stay in one piece, whatever your planning I'd rather not add you attempting to skin me alive to the list." To his dismay, a small shiver went down his spine and one not of fear or horror. Curse his luck!

He looked at the other man, just a few inches shy of being his height and he wondered what the man exactly wanted from him. Shifting slightly, his pose lazy and seemingly comfortable, however Dietrich was carefully watching the other man. Licking his dry lips, Dietrich was suddenly at a loss. He was use to others attacking him outright and he however was not use to this, it was suspenseful…and it made him nervous.

[Namgil]

Namgil was so close now that he could feel the heat radiating of off Dietrich’s body. He found Dietrich’s brave front amusing. Namgil saw right through it of course. He was innately empathic, a trait he had been born with and subsequently developed over thousands of years of torturing and maiming others. He could smell fear, taste apprehension…every twitch of the other’s body was taken in and analyzed subconsciously – a predatory talent. Though Namgil in particular didn’t care for the emotions of others – save for when he took delight in causing them pain – he was able to detect them easily. The fact that Dietrich seemed slightly uncomfortable in Namgil’s presence only further delighted the Sidhe. He leaned in closer now, this time making contact. It was a gentle contact, not at all threatening, done so smoothly that it almost seemed innocent in nature.

Dietrich’s assumption caused a rough chuckle to tumble from Namgils lips, a husky, hollow sound. He pressed his body closer, closing the gap between them enough so that the skin of their chests would have touched, save for the clothing that separated them. His arms extended to either side of the male, glove-laden hands coming to a rest on the desk behind Dietrich. ”Skin you alive?” His voice was colored with intrigue, as if he found the idea fascinating, ”The thought never crossed my mind.” His face came close to Dietrich’s, shifting off to the side. The rough stubble of his cheek was close enough to brush against the Nimbus male’s smooth, baby like flesh as Namgil’s lips drew closer to Dietrich’s ear, ”No. I have other plans for you.”

His gentle touch turned aggressive as his body pushed forward, forcing Dietrich against the desk. There was no space between them now – Namgil had his body completely pressed against Dietrichs. At the same time, Namgil’s magic slipped from his body to wrap its tendrils around the red-heads soul, ensnaring control of his body and locking him into place. Namgil’s lips lifted, caressing Dietrich’s ear as he murmured softly, ”You have two choices, thief. Spend tonight as my toy, or,” He paused, his teeth gently scraping Dietrich’s ear lobe, ”Face a sleep you may not wake from.” Namgil had no qualms with initiating Dietrich’s trance and ensuring he remained there for quite some time. He was a thief, after all, and Namgil had very little tolerance for thieves. Dietrich was getting a very good deal.

(ooc: hope you don’t mind me taking a few liberties. Dietrich is free to talk, by the way.)

[Dietrich]

It didn’t take long for Dietrich to figure out exactly what the man wanted. He wasn’t shocked…he was just confused. Weren’t you supposed to attack a thief you find rummaging through your belongings? Well if not, he should get caught more often. He was contemplating how to remove himself from the other man without alarming him, when the other man suddenly turned from gentle to rough. Gasping as the other man pushed him to the desk, Dietrich briefly felt surprise before he went to try and throw the man off of him. As he tried though, he found out that he couldn’t even move. Dietrich quickly discovered that he fell into the man’s trap. Dietrich hated traps.

The feel of the man’s hot breath against his neck, the soft caress of lips against his ear lobe…Dietrich listened to the sidhe (not that he had a choice in the matter)as he spoke his proposition. So he was being given a choice eh? Dietrich did not like the way toy rolled off the other man tongue. He having been a toy to a cruel woman once before, he did not like anyone to be…well anyone’s toy. However he did not wish to discover exactly what a trance felt like. If he was able, he would have bolted. His desire to escape was an almost overwhelming need. However he couldn’t and it looked like he would have to suck up his pride. Drats and he had so little to begin with too!

It wasn’t that the other wasn’t attractive. He actually was quite appealing. However Dietrich had no wish for his secret to be discovered this night. That was his one fear, to be taken advantage because of his masochistic curse. It was also another reason why he avoided as many battles as he could. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to fight; he just didn’t want others to discover his love for pain. There were way too many out there that would take advantage of his weakness.

However uneasy he was, he stuffed it way down. He’d survived being someone’s toy for several hundred years. He could survive one night.“It looks like I don’t have much of a choice do I now? I have no wish to feel the full effects of a trance. So I’m sorry if I must decline your kind offer to show me what the deep sleep feels like, maybe another night? Maybe you can use your imagination then?” Dietrich wasn’t sure if he was joking or not sadly. His curiosity be blighted from this existence! Besides maybe the sidhe wouldn’t discover his secret or make a connection to it. Hey one could hope couldn’t they? Then he’d leave (well as soon as he was able) while naming the other Sparkles and running like the devil was nipping at his heels. See he had a plan already!

(OOC: This post was not what I was trying to go for...Oh it’s fine Ev. I don’t mind. It’s not like you were trying to make a kill blow. XD )

[Namgil]

Dietrich’s excessive verbal sewage was definitely quite annoying; Namgil found himself basically ignoring the red-head as he ran on and on. A simple one-sentence answer would have sufficed, but Namgil had recently found that the new trend amongst the fae was to spew every little emotional tidbit of information they possibly could. It was a sickening development and made dealing with others even more of an ordeal that it should be. Dietrich’s little wordy explanation behind his choice was entirely unneeded. It was almost as if he were asking for Namgil to slice his tongue out. However, the Sidhe garnered – from what little he had actually listened to – that Dietrich had chosen the more favorable route for the night.

Namgil’s pent up irritation at Dietrich’s delay exploded in an instant. He shifted back, one gloved hand reaching to yank Dietrich from his position against the desk, only to slam him harshly against the nearby wall. With his control still loosely dictating the red-head’s body – Dietrich would find himself able to speak, and generally move, though unable to flee – Namgil sought Dietrich’s lips in a passionate kiss full of carnal desire. Had Dietrich been anything other than a thief Namgil would have treated the male gently. The Sidhe was a prime lover in bed towards his consensual partners. Unfortunately, Namgil was content to treat Dietrich carelessly – a lesson of sorts.

He would have refrained from even giving Dietrich a choice had Namgil not preferred his sexual partners consensual and willing. This was different of course for women and young boys – Namgil had no problem with pursuing them against their wishes. So, as his hands sought to remove Dietrich’s clothing – his hidden pouch subsequently found and tossed casually aside – the threat of his magic would slowly subside. Dietrich would very quickly find himself returning to normal. His actions from that moment on would dictate whether or not Namgil would have to bring his hand back into play.


(ooc: short ><; sorry. anyways, your post then we'll do a fade to black, kk?)

EDIT: Or we can fade to black now. Your call.

[Dietrich]

(OOC: Lets go ahead and do a fade to black. I think if I posted with Dietrich it would just drag on and be short anyway.)

[Skylla]

Dietrich does not experience a Coming Into Power.

Dietrich is is not elf-struck.