Closed RP Spot for loveinsideme/nachtvogel [NSFW WITHIN]

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[nachtvogel]

"I am very pleased!" And he does look so, genuinely, his smile warm and easy.

The touch sends a shiver down his spine; it must be the rain. But he squeezes the man's shoulder and leads him into the library, where one of the servants has stoked the fire back to a roaring blaze, and ushers Kronid into a chair.

Just then, a small blond boy comes crashing into Georg's knees, making him laugh. "Herbert!" he proclaims, picking the boy up and setting him at his hip. "What are you doing up? I thought your mother put you to bed hours ago."

"Yes, Papa. But the thunder was so loud I came to find you."

"Ah, well. Papa has company right now. And it's late, little boys should be asleep. Forgive me," Georg says to his new guest. "This is my son. I'm afraid he's not very fond of storms."

[dermondversteckt]

Gaze flicking about as he is lead through the halls, he basks a little at the warmth in the library, sinking into the plush chair. Much nicer than his usual sort of mark, more often than not hermits in lonely shacks. Easy prey, the lonely, living lonely lives. This is...a little different, but an interesting change -

But then he sees the child, and his expression fixes into a bit of a stone mask. He hadn't planned for a child. Hopefully the mother is equipped to deal with a little one on her own.

Kronid smiles another tight-lipped little smile, leaning forward so he's on eye-level with Herbert.

"No need to apologize. Hello, Herbert. I can't blame you for being frightened. I was just out in that storm, it's very, verrrrry big."

[nachtvogel]

"See?" Herbert proclaims, squashing Georg's cheeks with small hands and a very serious expression. "Very, very big! I think I'll need another story."

"Another story! Always one more, with this one. Ah!" A blonde woman in a nightgown and robe appears from behind Kronid and scoops Hebert out of Georg's arms, rubbing his back and murmuring sleepily to him. "And this is my lovely wife, Adela. Adela, this man is Mister Dascalu. He'll be staying with us tonight."

[dermondversteckt]

Adela and Kronid look at each other as they are introduced - Adela's smile is warm and concerned, where the stranger's is guarded and wary.

There's something almost...animal to him, she thinks, and she isn't quite sure what to make of it.

He, of course, would say she's right about that.

She pets Herbert's hair, looking over to her husband with a little concern. "Well, gladly - we do have the space. Were you lost, then? All the way up here?"

Kronid nods, sizing the woman up. She seems strong. Good.

"I'm afraid so. And please - just Kronid. I'm as common as they come."

[nachtvogel]

"He got turned around in the forest. On a night like this? Who can blame him for getting lost. And I couldn't leave him out there in this weather." While he understands the concern, it seems perfectly reasonable to him that someone unfamiliar with the village would get lost in the woods.

He presses a kiss to the top of Herbert's head, "Would you take him back to bed for me, please? I'll be up once I get our guest settled in."

[dermondversteckt]

"Those old trees can be awfully tricky," she agrees, put at ease by Georg's confidence. Sparing one more glance to their guest, she leans in to give her husband a sweet little kiss.

"Of course I will. Say good night to your Father and his friend, Herbert."

Kronid feels...a little melancholy at the scene. It's harder with families. Knowing this is going to be the last time the three of them are together, and not one of them have any idea.

"Good night, Ma'am. And Herbert. Take a little advice from someone who knows - the best thing to do with things that scare you is to remind them that you are much scarier than they are. The next time you hear that thunder grumble, you growl right back. You'll feel better, promise."

The least he can do, really.

[nachtvogel]

Hebert growls and bares his teeth at Kronig, for practice, making his father laugh as his mother carries him back off to bed.

"Ah, and here is our tea. Please, come sit by the fire with me and warm yourself. Tell me what brought you to this part of Transylvania." Georg settles in his chair to fix his tea the way he likes it (too much sugar, his wife teases him) and feel a bit warmer, himself, after giving up his robe.

[dermondversteckt]

"Perfect!"

It's cute, really, and he just can't help himself - when Adela's back is turned and Georg is occupied, he looks to Herbert's tiny face over the woman's shoulder, and...he grins. Easygoing enough, but displaying the cruel points of his retracted fangs.

Hopefully the kid grows up a fighter.

Settling nearby Georg, the smaller man tightens his smile again, watching him sweeten his tea. Cute. The whole family is...cute. The very least he can do is humor a conversation.

He doesn't pour himself any tea just yet, though. He's waiting for Georg's focus to land on him, to meet his eyes.

"Just passing through," he chuckles. "I'm a musician, you see, and I do odd jobs. Nothing glamorous. Just wherever the winds take me."

[nachtvogel]

"A musician! You'll have to play for us, then, tomorrow. Do you play piano? I'm absolutely horrid at it, but Adela plays beautifully. Herbert is still learning, but he's so much like his mother I'm sure he'll pick it up quickly."

He turns his attention back to his guest with a warm smile. "I'm sure if you stay for a few days, we'd find some sort of work for you. It's lucky you passed by."

[dermondversteckt]

"Oh, I can. My best instrument is the pan flute. Mine is in my satchel, right now."

The moment he has eye contact, Kronid seizes his chance - he hums a low, long tone, reaching out into his host's mind to daze him. Not a lot...just enough that he won't notice the flask being slipped from his pocket, or the red liquid he pours into his teacup from it.

Once the flask is back away, he stops humming, lifting the cup to his lips and sipping from it slowly, keeping himself in check so his fangs don't drop. It's difficult. He's so thirsty, and oh, so tired of rabbit blood.

"You weren't kidding about being friendly, were you? I wasn't expecting such hospitality."

[nachtvogel]

For a few moments, his mind feels blank. Like time stops, almost. The world dissolves around him --

-- and then it's back, and Georg blinks a few times, slowly, coming back to himself. "Er -- apologies. I was... woolgathering. But I do try to be hospitable. My family was blessed with so much, why shouldn't I share it?"

[dermondversteckt]

The smile the seemingly younger man gives Georg is charming, so charming - he shakes his head. "Oh, no apologies necessary. It is getting terribly late, for those of us who aren't used to traveling by moonlight for clearer roads."

A wry little smile crosses his lips.

"Well - that is a kind way of thinking. I have very little to offer in return, I'm afraid...but perhaps a bit of entertainment? I have a parlor trick I can do that no one has ever been able to figure out."

[nachtvogel]

"Oh please!" He leans forward, setting his tea aside for the moment, looking thrilled at the prospect of a magic trick.

"Yes, that sounds delightful. I would love for you to show me."

[dermondversteckt]

His own teacup is set aside as well - Georg won't notice the liquid inside it, after all. Nothing more than tea to him.

Kronid smiles impishly, tenting his grimy, long-nailed fingers. This man seems easy to impress, anyway. This is all almost TOO easy.

"If you put both hands behind your back and put any fingers down that you like, I bet that I can tell you not only how many fingers you are holding up, but which ones."

[nachtvogel]

Georg arches an eyebrow, deeply curious as to how the stranger might pull off this trick. "I'm intrigued. All right," he says, moving forward a little in the chair to put his hands behind his back, putting down two fingers on one hand and three on the other.

[dermondversteckt]

Smirking a little, he watches Georg prepare...and then shuts his eyes to focus.

"Tch-tch-tch. Tch-tch-tch." He makes a clicking sound with his tongue, an idle thing - maybe a little peculiar, but not so out of the way for a man thinking. What Georg won't know is that the sounds bounce, echo, mapping the room, the space between them, the position of his body.

Before even opening his eyes, he holds up his own fingers in a perfect mirror of what Georg is doing.

"...Easy."

[nachtvogel]

Georg laughs in surprise, looking positively delighted. "That's an incredible trick! Not only a musician, but a magician as well. You'll have to do that one for my son, tomorrow. He'll adore it.

Tell me you'll stay on a few days. You must. I'm certain we can find a few odd jobs around the house for you to do, if you'd like, but you're more than welcome to simply stay as my guest."

[dermondversteckt]

"Of course, of course. However could I turn you down, Georg? You've been nothing but lovely so far."

The lies come so, so easily, practiced on his tongue. He takes his teacup back up, sipping from it, letting a tiny shuddering sigh out into the blood inside. With his eyes shut, focusing, he could also hear the other man's heartbeat. The blood pumping.

The rabbit blood really isn't enough anymore. He's STARVING. But he must be patient, play the game carefully.

"I haven't quite decided where to go next, anyhow. That's the trouble with not settling down, isn't it?"

[nachtvogel]

"I can't imagine it," Georg admits, leaning back in his chair again, resting his chin against his hand as he watches his guest. A striking young man, really. But... those days are behind him. He has settled down, and his mind shouldn't wander at the sight of handsome men any longer.

"I grew up in this castle. I traveled to Germany for school, which is where I met Adela, but we came home and were married not long after I graduated. I've never really felt that urge to explore. That... wanderlust. Perhaps to my detriment."

[dermondversteckt]

...Ah. Kronid may look young, but he's been around for long enough to know that look in Georg's eyes. Looking at him that way.

It's helpful, when the inclination is already there. This really is like taking candy from a baby. (Or a father from a child, some long-buried part of him hisses from the dark corners of his dusty heart.) With calculated motions, he opens his posture a little bit. Letting Georg look a little better.

His fingers start to drum a little pattern on his teacup, bright eyes meeting his host's. He seems...susceptible. Time to start by planting the seed. Less a Siren's song, more the stoking of more youthful embers. It's actually a pity he's so hungry. This fellow isn't unattractive in his own right.

"Well, you may tell yourself so, but - and you'll forgive me for saying so - we all feel those...urges. The lust for novelty. It's just that some are better at resisting than others, hm? And just as well. Roustabouts like me, broken from our humble little shackles, would be ever so lost without sturdy men like you."

[nachtvogel]

"Sturdy!" He turns his head to half-hide a laugh. There's been a shift in the tone of the conversation, he feels, and he's not certain quite what to do with it. What to do with himself, in this situation.

He ought to do precisely nothing. Let Kronid go to his room, and Georg retire to his own. But... there's no harm in talking, is there?

"I'm not quite sure I'd ever use that word to describe myself. May I ask where all you've traveled? I'm sure you have marvelous stories."

[dermondversteckt]

Ha.

Cute.

"Stable, I mean. Like your stone castle. Strong and steady, seeing strangers through storms." Alliteration is an easy trick for hypnosis. Less obvious than breaking into song, but a good way to tug the snare just a little bit tighter. He makes a show of licking his lips to moisten them, looking away a moment in apparent thought.

"Oh, all over the place. I've been to Germany, of course - France, Russia, Egypt, and further. I've seen quite a lot of the good and bad the world has to offer."

[nachtvogel]

"Of course," he says, swallowing hard and doing his best not to so openly stare at Kronid as he wets his lips. He feels a little lightheaded, and passes his fingers through his hair. Loose, for once, and down around his shoulders. He prefers to keep it tied back during the day, but he lets it down before bed. Sometimes, Adela brushes it for him, which is terribly relaxing.

Adela -- yes. That's where his mind should stay. Not on passing handsome strangers.

"I'm certain you have. I hope that I can be one of the good things, in that case." Well that didn't come out quite how he meant it to. But now it's said and he can't unsay it.

[dermondversteckt]

Yes, there it is. The subtle shift in his heartbeat, the way he starts to move, nervously, self-distraction. Starting to get a little flustered, maybe, trying to talk himself out of looking.

"Oh," he purrs into his teacup as he finishes the blood inside, "You already are, Georg." The cup is set down and his long nails find the arm of his chair. Tap tap tap. Tap tap tap. Incessant for all it is soft. Almost the rhythm of a heartbeat.

"And I'm sure you're full of surprises. Most men are. Even sweet things like you." A pause, and then some mock bashfulness. "Ah, listen to me, I have been on the road for too long, haven't I? Please forgive my indiscretion, you have been nothing but kind and here I am, looking at your pretty face like a wolf at a sheep."

Well, it isn't a lie.

It just doesn't mean what it sounds like it does.

Tap tap tap.

Tap tap tap.

[nachtvogel]

"Ah, no, it's -- " Georg blushes, feeling the back of his neck heat. His heart feels as though it's pounding in his chest, hammering against his ribs. Like he can hear his heartbeat, almost.

But -- no. It's simply Kronid's long, elegant fingers tapping against the arm of his chair. And he finds himself staring at Kronid's hand for a long moment before he forces himself to look back at his face again. "It's late. We're likely both tired. I'm sure you must be, for all you've been traveling today.

Why don't you let me show you to your room?"