And Other Poison Devils [students, the 6th]

Before now, the doors of the facility had been locked. The windows had dark cloth hiding the portals secrets from the eye. Now, the doors are not only unlocked, but they are thrown wide. The windows on the first floor show their secrets, which is to say, only empty rooms. A sign informs the visitors to climb the stairs directly in front of them to the second floor. The room they seek will be directly ahead of them.

The room is one that is both spacious, yet not entirely enclosed. A woman, red hair braided back from a face that remained veiled, all but for her eyes, kneeled at the far side of the round room. Her eyes, once viewable are like liquid silver with a faint green in them. Her body is swathed in black, the clothing loose and flowing. Her feet are bare. The toes are painted silver.

She waits in silence.

Angel walked in to the facility, his mp3 in his ears. He walked up the stairs and sang to himself. "Every day i'm shuffling." He even started to shuffle into the room. He stopped when he saw the red haired woman sitting down. He takes his headphones off and blushed, rubbing his neck.

"Ehh, sorry you had to see that... How much did you see, exactly?"

It's hard to tell if the woman is smiling or not, as her mouth is covered. But her eyes are highly amused. "I saw enough." Was all she said, her voice husky, a natural sort of sound. It was almost a bar voice.

Sayomi quietly walked up through the facility. Her wings had remained in their minimized state, much to her annoyance, since her conversation a while back. Her mother had never hidden who she was, why should she. She rolled her eyes at her own thoughts, trying to keep them on why she was here. She walked through into the designated room running her hands through her black hair. She looked around not sure of what to do. Seeing Angel she walked in his general direction but still kept a bit of distance between them. Her eyes found the woman in the room. She looked at her for a moment but wouldn't stare, so she dropped her eyes to the ground.

A shade of pink crossed his face and his eyes met the ground.
"Ehh, I'll just stop now.." He said, catching sight of Sayomi. He smiled at her, and sat down where he was standing.

nic enters quietly, though the music blaring in his ears can be heared upon his arival. the headphones cover his whole ear, and are a sign he dosnt want to talk much. hes wearing a black and grey striped long sleeve shirt and black jeans that are torn at the knees from something. he takes a seat in the back by the window and waits for things to begin

A fingernail dances down the back of his neck as he sits, listening to the blaring music. Naught but a faint spice lingers in the air when he glances around, however.

he looks, but after he picks up the scent, he simply looks back out the window.

He'd turned his head away, leaving himself entirely open. Purposefully, most likely. Those same sharp fingernails whispered over his neck, four fingers drawn over the curvature exposed by him looking out the window. A stream of warm breath hits his neck, and then it's gone, along ith the hand.

it sends a shiver down his spine, and he smiles slightly, but he acts like he hasnt noticed

Being the granddaughter of the Lord of the Underworld had it's perks. That spice is still lingering on the air. Instead of a set of nails on his neck, he feels breath, and then the light brush of lips. The scrape of teeth followed along his neck, to his jawline. She ondered just how far he'd let her go, before he called a halt to it.

he bit his lip abit, trying to supress any sound that might slip. his body also held generally still. he was clearly good at supressing himself.

That neck, still left completely unguarded. The whisper of lips and the scrape of teeth is replaced by the smallest of nips into the flesh of his neck, followed by a full bite, kept gentle, but firm.

he finally showed a real physical sign of her effect on him. his eyes clenched shut and his lips skin was broken. his hand draws closer to his mouth, though not quite covering it. hes either ready to cover his mouth or bite his thumb to silence himself

He can't see it, but he can feel that mouth smile against his skin. He feels, rather than sees, to hands settle to either side of him, one on each of the arms of the chair. Still, his eyes can't see her. Her teeth settle in deeper now, as she bites to break the surface of his skin.

Warmth radiates over him, and he can guess that she's likely right above him.

he moves to bite his thumb to silence himself. one eye manages to open from being clenched shut. shes locked him in. hes ready to surrender but if he trys to speak he wont be able to supress himself.

He feels the warmth of her, the weight of her settle against him briefly as her tongue plays at the bite she's made. It's twofold, a tease and closing the wound. Her weight left him, her hands lifting from the arms of the chair. It's only a short reprieve as those hands settled on his knees.

They moved slowly up his thighs, but stopped just at that crucial moment. "Surrender, Orion?" Her voice purred in his head.

he could do little more than nod in answer. he couldnt speak. blood was pulled from his thumb

With a lingering stroke, her hands left his body. He can almost swear that he can still feel her touch, however. A soft laugh heralded Damiana's appearance, her outfit a familiar one, one of his favorites from their most recent shopping trip. She took a seat next to her brother, crossing her legs demurely, belying exactly what she'd just done to Nic.

She kissed him lightly on his lips, after removing his thumb from his mouth, and closing the wound with her own mouth suctioned over it momentarily. She sat back, pleased with herself. It was likely she'd pay for that later.

he smiles at her. her fears are correct. revenge will come. for now, he lowers his headphones to his neck and the volume goes down, though not off. "cute" he tells her quietly.

She gave him a bland look, though her mischief was still a faint glitter in her icy blue eyes. "I have no idea what you're talking about, Orion." She slid her hand into his, squeezing lightly.

"ofcorse you dont, dearest astra" he says with a squeeze in answer and a light laugh