JL | Arrain tr'Verelan, Princess Xue'Daio - "The Devil Went Down To The Observation Lounge" pt II/II

Posted on 241503.18 @ 4:54am by Arrain Maec tr'Verelan & Civilian Xue'Daio Nox

Mission: Holy Cow
Location: Observation Lounge

Xue blinked at him. Tierney, the little mutt, could be left for another time and another discussion -- the rest, however, was too delicious to simply shirk away. "Is that what you think of me?" She softly asked, gently tossing her head to free her precious face from an errant silvery lock of hair. It could have been Hell fire for the way it scorched across the serene, snowy expanse of her skin as a cruel reminder that she was shackled by mortality and the responsibilities that came with it. He was alive, just as she, and deliciously so. She could even hear the hammering of his heart deep in his succulent, masculine chest as a beacon all of its own.

It fluttered, caged, like some great bird of prey begging for release, but what was more was the fact it reached to her delicate ears, whispering lasciviously that he had just toppled her little game and she'd allowed him to survive. It was almost more than she could bear, but she knew his death would only be momentary satisfaction. She couldn't kill him. Not yet, not when he challenged her so and curled his proverbial fingers, beckoning to play her game just a little better. "That I'm a creature to be feared?" She asked as her hips rocked to bring her just another step towards him, unafraid of the dark Romulan that had come to haunt her private time. Peasants and their fields be damned, she thought, unwilling to parry his thoughts when she had something so much greater in her hands as she stood there, toe to toe, with the tall, beautiful green skinned monster. They were so close, nearly to the point of touching, that she could practically taste him on her every breath. Xue's eyes locked with the darkness of his once again and her elegant throat was exposed, betraying the flash of her steadily increasing pulse, as she tipped her head back to be able to make such a meeting happen. "Hmm?"

Tension roiled in his muscles as the creature breached the sanctity of his personal space. Reacting instinctively to the violation Maec drifted backwards until the bar’s counter pressed angrily into his spine. Trapped, he visually surveyed the Princess while pondering over her precarious and seemingly aggressive posture. She had come so close to him that Maec could almost taste the tang of her perfume, could feel the undulations of her vibrating heart through the air, and sense the energy of her life force prickling against his flesh like a bitter winter breeze. He swallowed, closed his eyes, and then inhaled deeply. After a few seconds passed he released the cover over his dark irises and took a step forward pushing against the woman’s energy “you are quite fearsome- but I have faced much more daunting prey than you Princess. Don’t think you can game me so easily with your...” He looked down, his chin resting a mere inch away from the bridge of her nose “suffocating comportment.”

She could feel it... Fear. It turned the air cold, bitter, and contrite between them as it wafted in great undulating waves from him. Indeed the Romulan had every reason to fear the pale skinned creature, for the power she wielded was vast and dark -- just as dark as the light behind his eyes. To say he was like the frightened Fveirrolh, awkward and staring at her as if she were a captive star. In a way he would have been so very correct. Held so far from home in a world and environment so ill conceived, Xue'Daio was not unlike a star, a neutron star, small, beautiful, and deadly, capable of so much destruction if mishandled, underestimated, or trifled with.

He, unlike his faithful servant, didn't understand that such things were meant to be observed from afar and never provoked. Like a dragon, Xue had coiled in on him to play until she felt it appropriate to wrap her talons tight around his throat -- but the game shifted. She could feel the air change about them, hear the pitch of his heart lift as it raced to speed adrenaline laced blood and oxygen to every necessary nook and cranny in his magnificent, young body. While there was fear, there was also no small amount of courage and something... Else. Her lips curled into an amused little smirk as he took a step forward into her, and unlike him she refused to yield, allowing him to mold to her. "Suffocation? Games?" She asked, her head tilting to one side as she studying the angular lines of his face. So close... She could feel the heat of his breath as it played along the skin of her face. The hare had come to the hound, and having caught him the urge to taste his life flickered there behind pink eyes -- but to end him would be so... Wrong, like destroying one of Da Vinci's great masterpieces.

"You have no idea what it is you play with, Romulan." Xue hummed, low, breathy as the heat of him radiated along the curves of her body. The game he'd chosen to play was dangerous, one that would see him killed almost instantly if Pal'Maar ever stood witness to it. So many, including her trusted guardian, had dreamed and tried to be pressed so close to her -- they'd all been burnt for it. Broken. Dishonored... They'd blanch to know how she allowed a Gods forsaken Romulan close enough to feel the way her body contoured to his while she refused to yield to him in this strange form of posturing. They'd call him a paramole (viper), separate him from his pretty green skin while he screamed for his life. In him she didn't see the sniveling sneers of the Romulans in legends, she saw a caged beast, exotic, beautiful, and fierce in spite of the fear that came along with such captivity, and she certainly didn't fear him. "Suffocation is too easy." She whispered to him, her eyes reading the darkness of his. The fabric of her sari sighed as it shifted and slid along her arm to allow for a bold endeavor as a single, curious finger rose to trace along the surprisingly soft flesh of his throat, light as a feather's touch and nothing more.

Frigid. Maec’s flesh prickled against the cold digit that traced along his throat like sharpened metal. Such salacious behavior. Offensive. His eyes narrowed while deep furrows dug themselves across his forehead as his brows slanted deeply. Reaching downward he snatched her wrist and twisted it just enough to apply pressure but not so much as to snap the thin joint “do not…” he paused as his nose suddenly felt tingly. Maec gritted his teeth as his nostrils twitched and attempted to force the strange sensation away. Unfortunately his efforts were in vain and he failed to contain the sensation, abruptly sneezing and spritzing the Princess’ face in a cloud of mist.

She startled, at first drawing breath to rebel against the grasp he held on her delicate wrist. The pain of it seared hot through the length of her arm, and the breath she drew to order him off of her was quickly cut short by the gunfire-like sound of his sneeze. Next came the sensation; the feeling of his wet, rapidly air-cooled saliva as it splashed against, and coated, the soft angles of her face. It only served to further irritate and incense the surprised young Princess. “Unhand me you disgusting creature!” Xue yowled. Her voice, having raised several octaves, rung through the still night shrill as a whistle with nothing to save her and no one to hear the commotion. The sneeze may well have been an accident, but when added to the grabbing and bending of her wrist… It spelled disaster. Such a move, on his part, was a dangerous endeavor indeed. It killed her decorum, and with it died the worry of potentially killing the dark eyed enigma, they were quickly replaced in favor of defense and lack of care. Her free hand lifted from her side, its fingers crackling with violent, beautiful electric energy as it raced to grab hold of the bare skin of the hand he held her wrist with. The struggle wasn't necessarily fierce, but her body arced away from his, cleanly killing the radiating heat that had run between them as she twisted and grabbed him, doing her damnedest to get away from him before further injury and insult could be inflicted. It wasn't until she heard the audible zap and felt him go rigid that it fully dawned on her what had happened...

And then her breath caught, her eyes closed tightly, her head felt as if it were being beaten with a sledge hammer – and she released him, dropped him really, as she stumbled backwards and nearly down a small two step flight of stairs leading to the main viewing area. She felt like she’d been punched, but he’d never swung or attempted such an action. Her nose prickled and her eyes remained screwed tightly shut as she sank to the deck in a flourish of fabric and silvery hair and choked. Death… Decay… Hurt… Physical and emotional hurt raced through her mind. She saw darkness instead of the powerful visions of color that usually burst behind her eyelids and her ears twitched to the sounds of weeping and screaming. A child. A boy. A mother dead. His. His mother, dead. “What… What have you done to me?!” She cried, forcing her eyes open to find the Arrain a few feet in front of her on the floor while she curled into herself, panting. He could die, a small voice in the back of her anguished mind screamed to her, he could quickly die and she’d be none the wiser of what it was that had been done. “No. You don’t get to find Elysium yet. Not yet.” She hissed, crawling over to his body and pressing her trembling fingers insistently against his throat, feeling for the pulse of his jugular. Her ears still rung, her head still spun. Fighting it was sucking every last ounce of energy from her tiny body. She could feel his erratic heartbeat as it suffered through the arrhythmia of restarting itself and managed to breathe a small sigh of what she’d later be reminded was relief as she collapsed against his armor plated chest convinced that she herself was going to die from whatever wretched sorcery he’d imparted.

Blackness. A deep pit of gloom wrapped itself around Maec’s mind barely allowing him to register the pain of the Princess’ attack. Sinking against the bar counter he crumpled diagonally into one of the adjacent stool-like chairs unconscious and near ruin. When he finally opened his eyes some moments later, he felt a deep throbbing against his chest from a violently pounding heart that seemed to be attempting an escape from its fleshy den. With an audible groan he started to pull himself up but stopped, noticing the Princess’ limp form pressed into his chainmail. He wanted to grab a handful of her silk hair and throw her away from him like a rag-doll. Unfortunately his muscles burned and twitched awash with the electrical residue of her attack and he doubted he could lift a feather let alone the small statured demon. A rare slip of a curse in Rihannsu left his lips in a drained whimper as he painstakingly reached for his commbadge and pressed the device “tr’Verelan here…” his voice crackled weakly as his heart seemed to jump erratically “I need a security team to esco…escort this…” He paused and stared at the Princess. If it had been a Romulan ship rather than the Enterprise he would have personally had her dragged by her hair to the nearest airlock and tossed out with the refuse- sadly that would not be viable here. “Escort this interloper to-” he coughed into his sleeve and found droplets of emerald staining the glimmering chrome “the brig.”

“Sir?” A voice echoed back brimming with uncertainty “what do you mean?”

“The lounge! Now!” Irritation led to the exertion of anger and drained him further of energy. Staring down at the tuft of silver that pressed against his chin he frowned. What have you done to me? He cursed himself for having underestimated this creature. It was a mistake he vowed not to allow to occur again.

“Centurion!” Maec’s eyes looked up as a trio of his useless yellow shirted personnel, aboard this elements forsaken ship, finally appeared. “What happened?” Two of them carefully peeled the unconscious princess off him and set her sprawling on the deck. “This doesn’t look good guys… Sir, what happened?”

“Attacked…” He could barely translate the words to standard as beads of sweat began to stain the edges of his forehead “Put her…in the brig.” He reached out and tried to stand but collapsed back onto his knees as one of those damn yellow shirted imbeciles grabbed his shoulder to keep him from completely falling over.


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Arrain Maec i'Ahaefvthe tr'Verelan
Chief of Security & Tactical
Exchange Officer
USS Enterprise

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Xue'Daio Nox
Crowned Princess of the Stenellian Ascendancy
Lady of Aleine
Regent of Apsha
Stenellian Ambassador to the Federation