Classy Affair [PRP Vyn]

[Aelevi Spencer]

It was a cold night, but it was always significantly chillier down by the water. The black waves licked the sandy bank with a slow gentle shushing. She felt warmth from the rum coursing through her bloodstream, but her skin was icy to the touch. Her hands were thrust deep inside her down-filled jacket and she burrowed her chin under her collar to fight against the biting wind. Aelevi's teeth were chattering, but she remedied this a little with a bad habit of licking her dry cracked lips using teeth to tear away the flaky skin. She took a sharp intake of breath and grumbled when the tiniest pinprick of blood leaked into her mouth. She reached her hand up dabbing at her bottom lip with pressed fingers, looking down to see the damage. Aelevi sighed, stuffing her hand back into her pocket, ignoring it and continuing to suck her lips.

She wasn't going anywhere in particular. Her gait was sluggish and sloppy because she had a little too much to drink at the local bar. She always used the excuse that rail liquor was of lower alcohol percentage so that she could get away with downing more shots. And she was always lucky enough to fool the best bartender with her pretty sober smile. It was likely that her charm began to wear off when the head bartender caught her vomiting on the dance floor, her eye makeup smeared down her face. Whatever, one-week ban? Psh. She could find another place to drink.

In Aelevi's opinion the night had only just begun, vomiting one time didn't even slow her down. The cold air was certainly getting to her though, felt like with each passing breeze the cold air was perking her senses and making her feel sober. Can't have that, she had to find a warm body and fast. She stumbled towards the closest bystander; he looked human enough. When her eyes were glazed over, beer vision deteriorated her ability to see glamors—so yeah she'd take a guess that this guy was all man.

She would bump into him, pulling her hands from her coat pockets and clinging to his clothes with a fumbled grip. Aelevi was an inch or two taller than the guy, so her body would crumple down so her chin might rest atop his shoulder. Her chin would brush his shoulder when she'd attempt the drunk mating call. "BLAUUURRPP." A big wet and sloppy burp planted right in his ear. "Mmm…you smell nice."

Her nose touched to his ear and she'd lick from his earlobe to his cheek (depending if she got this far). Aelevi would settle for clinging to his jacket and hunch-cuddle him, mostly for the warmth that his body was emitting. It didn't matter what happened next, she could already feel the surge of intoxication returning to her icy body.

[Ilvyn Daleroth]

Ilvyn didn't notice the girl, too wrapped up in his own disappointments and utter nervousness to really notice anyone as mundane as her. People walked up and down the streets, many of them loud and drunk, shoes slapping against wood and pavement, and they were nobodies lost in a crowd of indifference. Fate was surely a thing existed though for it clearly decided it wasn't done fucking with little Ilvyn Daleroth; the drunkard stumbled towards him and into his arms, quite literally and very awkwardly, and the whole situation left him rather dazed.

Her fingers were like tenacious little spiders, clinging tightly to his clothing with no intention of releasing him. Initially when she grabbed him he was shocked with the sort of worry only thieves could have: she was trying to kill him, she was trying to steal his things, he should stab her. His head snapped towards her, snarl on his lips, and his hands moved quickly to pry her off. Vyn didn't get a chance to do much. There was a woosh of warm sweet alcohol breath and she nearly collapsed on top of him, taking the opportunity to belch in his ear like a sickly whale beast.

Then she licked him and maybe he would have found that sexy under different circumstances but the drool dripping off of her tongue would surely put a basset hound to shame; his face felt painted with the stuff and it slowly dripped off his jaw and onto his shoulder and the sound that came from the back of his throat was one of pure displeasure.

"And you're drunk," Ilvyn barked one unneeded observation. "What the hell are you doing?"

He struggled to free his arms enough to grab her by the waist or shoulders and gently but forcefully push her away. She was a bit taller than him, but lighter. Pale faced with paler hair and distant silver eyes, she might have been pretty if not for that dopey far-off look on her face. He held her steady so she wouldn't fall, afraid she might knock her teeth out if she did, after all misfortune had surely landed her in Ilvyn's arms so her night could only get worse at this point.

"Do you need a ride home?" The question was meant to be a helpful one but with the malice dripping off of Vyn's voice it almost sounded like a threat. "Would you like me to get a taxi for you, Miss Whale? Are you going to be able to walk if I let you go?"

[Aelevi Spencer]

His abrupt perturbed yell made her cringe, and she pulled away from him. She felt his firm hands dig into her shoulders when he pushed her farther from his body. Aelevi swayed in her stance, her heeled boots cracking on the wooden walkway, knees locking together. He asked her if she needed a ride home, and completely ignoring his tone of voice, she smiled in spite of herself. Her bottom lip had a spot of dried blood and the cold air had cracked through the second layer of lip skin. She sucked her bottom lip into her mouth again slipping the smile from her face as easily as it had come.

"Whale! Ahaha… you're so funny," she teased, flirting like a bashful teen girl.

She shrugged his hands off of her shoulders and stumbled forward, regaining her balance slowly. Aelevi looked down at her shoes considering if it might be easier to take them off, but when she looked up again she had more purpose in her eyes.

"If I'm a whale, where's my blow hole? Is it my mouth? Because that's true. When you stick things into it, I can't breathe and I have to blow real hard to get it out," her lips turned down in a pout. Her eyes did the tiniest downward glance when she looked back up at him she asked, "You want to see?"

Her attention was far more focused than she let on, since she allowed her voice to remain garbled and confused, she allowed her drunken state to manipulate the mood of the situation. She took a step back from him and gasped, staring upward at him, there was something strange circling his skull.

Her large expressive eyes squinted and blinked at the human. There was this weird white film covering the stranger's head. She lifted her hands to rub away at her tear ducts, like attempting to rub sleep from them. But the weird veil pulsed this shimmery glow around him and on closer inspection she noticed that this fuzzy aura was covering his entire body. Aelevi peered around to his back and observed that the glow concentrated heavily on his butt.

"I want to touch your butt." She said suddenly, reaching out to cup his pert cheeks in both hands. Her hands would aggressively squeeze his butt, her eyes growing wide as the glamor veil sparkled and shifted higher on his back.

"What is wrong with your ass?" she grumbled, confused.

His glamor was holding up fantastically despite her shifter eyes readjusting through her drunken stupor to find illusion breaks. Aelevi slid her right hand to his tailbone and rubbed, poked, prodded. The static of the glamor was highly concentrated here, but she still couldn't see or feel the tail it was hiding. She would take a step back, lowering her hands hesitantly and for an instant it would seem as though she had given up. But then she’d pull one hand back and swing it quickly to land a smack on his tight ass.

There was an awkward silence that filled the night air. Aelevi had concentrated her face so tightly on the action of spanking Vyn that she had wrinkles on her forward and her pursed lips had pulled downward. And as though she had just finally taken complete realization of her actions, her face fell and she looked at him with eyes filled with complete terror.

"I don't understand what's going on, what are you?"

Aelevi would pull her hand back, look down at her now red palm and then back at him. She gave him a disapproving glare, as if to say 'it's your fault my hand hurts now' and she crossed her arms over her chest.

[Ilvyn Daleroth]

^{[OoC: SORRY IF THIS IS INSANELY AWFUL. I didn't write most of it fully awake so I'm sure it has it's hiccups.]}

The blond lush he held upright was a puzzle wrapped in enigma. As any mildly shrewd and clever bastard was wont to do he wanted the answer to why. Why first did she look hurt only for the expression to be replaced with something deviously flirtatious? Ilvyn was neither a compassionate or handsome man. The glamour only covered his inhumane traits, it did not make him beautiful, but he could only guess what she saw when she looked at him. The answer that she was merely a dull hedonist looking to get laid was in the forefront of his mind, he was wary of being played a fool, and too nervous after all that had happened to underestimate her.

He wanted to hurt her. Not because he hated her for her overt silliness but after all that had happened here in Boston, wavering dangerously near the edge of his sanity, nothing would have pleased the fiendish side of him more than to throw her on the ground and kick her until she bled.

"Ah, you don't know how to breathe with a mouth full of cock? That would explain a lot," Vyn said in a now dangerously soft voice. "It's really too bad you're so drunk tonight, I would have taken you up on that offer, but I can't now. It's not in good form to have sex with a drunk girl, you know? I would feel awful about it. I'm a serious sort of lover…and a gentleman."

Then her hands went to his ass. Not suddenly, Ilvyn had plenty of time and warning to stop her, but really, how does one respond to that? He gasped as her fingers dug in and her fingers moved along his back and blushed in embarrassment at his own lechery. It was deliberately sadistic on her part to touch him like that. He didn't like her, but that wasn't to say he didn't find parts of her attractive in a very basic carnal manner, and this was just terrible cruelty after all he had to deal with. He didn't know to feel awkward and uncomfortable for her lack of respect regarding personal space resembled his own so nothing was left for him but this.

"What's wrong with my ass? Rude," He said in a breathy just-got-back-from-space voice. "Didn't you know, girl? You've got your hand on my tail."

Because even if you see through the glamor right now, no one will believe you if you start screaming, no one will help you, you're so drunk. Better now than later.

Then she smacked him and had the audacity to ask that same question he heard a million times before: what are you? What was he? Why did everyone feel the need to ask? He rubbed his arse and struggled to think of an adequate response.

"What am I? Why, I'm your guardian angel, a very reflection of your inner soul," Ilvyn told her. "An ugly thing it is as you're bound to find out. You've made some very poor decisions in your life. I'm here to help. Now would you like a ride home or do you need more time to fondle my ass?"

[Aelevi Spencer]

"It's not rude," she interjected, mimicking his voice with a twang of insult. "It was a legitimate question. I can't see this 'tail' you claim to have," she made sure to gesture air quotes for extra emphasis.

She watched him rub his ass with a tiny smile. Aelevi clenched her hands at her sides, digging her stubby nails into her palms. She should resist the urge to do that again. She had been referring to the shimmering veil concentrated around certain areas of his body, like near his forehead and his ass. Perhaps she had worded the question strangely. She couldn't see through his glamor, and truthfully, she wasn't aware that such a thing existed. Being a supernatural didn't mean she was privy to every form and function of creatures hiding around her. And he actually had a very nice butt, but she wasn't going to say that now especially since he had undermined her attempt to hit on him.

When he finally acknowledged the more important question she was surprised. She took several steps closer to him. Aelevi would attempt to reach a different part of his body this time going for his forehead, if she managed it she would ruffle his hair watching the glamor scrunch around two different points on his head. She'd lower her hand and look down at him and say,

"Really? You… don't look anything like a bat," her voice was hesitant, silver gaze narrowing as she tried to peer through the effervescent glamor.

She leaned in closer to him and squinted, but the glamor was still holding up strong. And he had just called her inner soul ugly, but her inner soul couldn't be cuter. It was obvious he was lying, but Aelevi couldn't be too sure of this for several reasons. He could look like a bat, wow, that would be hot. Wait, he said she was ugly on the inside. Instantly, she felt hurt, but not for the reasons he was implying.

"Oh my god, you don't like bats?" she replied defensively.

Her intoxicated brain fed her misleading thoughts about the boy standing in front of her. She was destined to be with this kid, he was tethered to her soul, as he claimed. But he asked her if she wanted to go home, would he be coming with her? She didn't even know what he looked like. No, she couldn't possibly go home just yet.

"Let's get coffee," she said instead. She needed the caffeine to fend off the drunken stupor veiling her eyes. She was on a mission feeling it was important that she saw his true form.

Aelevi circled around him again taking another gander at his butt. It still just looked like a butt to her, where was his tail? She began to wonder what else he had going on. She deduced he must not look exactly like a bat because bats don't even have prominent tails. She would reach out to his butt, but would stop herself, going to grab his hand instead.

"You can drive me home after we get coffee, OK?" She'd try to tug him towards the local coffee truck, which was parked just up the boardwalk. It was no more than a four minutes walk. Aelevi seriously took his claim under consideration, but even if he was a guardian angel, he was still a huge jerk. She'd attempt to tug him along the walkway towards the coffee kiosk.

[Ilvyn Daleroth]

Ilvyn's expression hardened so the offending girl would see he was seconds from shooting back a harsh retort. He opened his mouth about to bring life to some terrible words but stopped himself at the last moment, drawing in a breath and breathing out between pursed lips. The anger on his face dissipated, swept away by an invisible breeze like crow tracks in the snow; the boy realized that she couldn't see through his glamour as she has plainly announced. While the thought of him having a tail didn't bring forth any sort of proper reaction from the drunken girl, she did seem a little weird. Weird, but unprepared, and should she see through the magical ruse that cloaked him it could be disastrous, especially if she was allowed to sober.

She ruffled his hair and he allowed it, begrudging, but now understanding his role in this little situation. He had to break free from her. She didn't mean anything to him so leaving her behind would not bother him. As much as he would hate to see anything happen to the girl, he had no real emotional connection to her, and time makes people forget everything. Vyn was no exception to the rule. If only he could convince himself of that.

"What? Bats? I sure as hell hope I don't look like a bat. Not sure where you came up with that one," Vyn muttered. "No, I don't like bats, I don't like animals. They're all flea-bitten rabid leeches. What is to like about them?" Not to mention most animals hated him and were instinctively afraid of him. They knew he was not something natural, not entirely of this world, and they reacted to it even worse than humans.

The pale girl grabbed his hand with the bright exclamation of 'coffee' and this was another thing he allowed. His enthusiasm for her presence was quickly draining but he followed her with the sharp slap of his hooves against the wood, tail carelessly trailing behind him, a face of boredom. As they approached the kiosk, Vyn would make clear on his intent:

"Coffee and then I have to go," he told her. "I can't drive you home but I can pay for a taxi if you'd like." This he had to reiterate, she was clearly too drunk to realize he didn't own a vehicle of any type, as he had suggested at earlier.

Knowing the glamour had fooled her was enough reason for him to take leave. If she saw his true form she would flip her shit and she already hinted at being able to pick up on its effects. Humans were never prepared for that sort of thing and for the time being Ilvyn assumed she was nothing more than a human. He did not want to deal with the inevitable fearful reaction she would have. Even if he didn't care about her, his feelings would be hurt.

[Aelevi Spencer]

Her grip on his hand tightened when he spoke vilely about her creature form. She wedged her bottom lip beneath her teeth, grinding the chapped skin once again. Flea-bitten, rabid, leeches, each word carelessly thrown felt like used needles tearing new flesh. Her heart throbbed in her chest and she stumbled forward, her hand releasing his as she regained balance. She was hurt. She could feel her anger rising painfully into her throat, the acidic taste of bile making her wretch. Aelevi ran to the dock banister and spit vomit over the side. Her hands gripped the railing so tightly her knuckles burned red. She released a shaky breath, turning slowly towards the coffee truck, the vendor whistling a tune and swaying back and forth in the cold to keep warm. She allowed herself to breathe in the wafting aroma of ground beans, the smell alone to calmed her senses.

She strode briskly to pay the man, he in turn, handed her an extra large paper cup. Aelevi purposefully strode back to Vyn, pushing her body against him to force him towards the railing. She planted herself in front of him her hands wrapped around the cup. She wasn't very good at fighting, but she forced what little presence over him, and the extra hot cup of coffee in her hands was a pretty good weapon.

"Wait," she said stubbornly, "you can't leave yet."

Aelevi took several large gulps of her coffee, burning her tongue as it sloshed down her throat. She'd set the coffee cup up on the railing and grabbed Vyn's wrist, holding tight. It wasn't a threatening kind of hold, but it would be enough to send the message she wanted him to stay put. What she was about to do was very difficult for her and she knew that she would probably fail. Aelevi was a young shifter. She was born in the 1980's, aging like a normal human into the current year. She was at a huge disadvantage when it came to supernatural knowledge, but she was learning.

He had asked her, what is there to like about bats and it had hurt to hear those words. Like how it must have hurt him to ask what he was, when she couldn't understand the glamor. It was pitch black outside and they were pressed against the railing, she hoped any passerby's would see them only as two lovers and would avert their eyes.

She concentrated on the liquid caffeine writhing in her stomach and allowed her thoughts to reach to the depths of her soul, wrenching the sleeping demon from hibernation. She closed her eyes to the boy, her grip remaining to be the only thing present about her. Her heart rate slowed until she could hear the breadth of wing beats fluttering against her ribcage. Aelevi's ears were the first things to morph successfully, elongating with a fine point sweeping open with ridges, fanning away from her skull before burning black from the tip to the base. The black faded to a warm brown into a gold, painting her face with discolouration. Her mouth and nose jutted from her face into a heart-shaped snout, and with her mouth wide she'd reveal tiny salivating teeth.

Her grip on his wrist would keep her anchored, but the shift had been doomed from the start. She winced when a bolt of pain cracked her spine, forcing her legs to buckle and lock. This happened because the ridges of her wings were unable to escape the large winter jacket. However, there were other things wrong as well. It wasn't right to wake a slumbering bat in the winter, and her self-conscious was beginning to pity her inner form and being drunk didn't help at all. Aelevi opened her eyes staring upward at Vyn, he would see completely blackened eyes, no whites, just completely filled in like a woman possessed by a demon. She squeaked a blip that wouldn't be read on bat radar, her half face shift dissolving and reshaping to the human mold. Her eyes reverting back slowly, to her it looked like she was running towards light at the end of a dark cave. To Vyn, it would look like the whites of her eyes was draining into the black pool, filling it once more with colour and her silver iris.

She collapsed to the ground releasing her grip on his wrist. She was heaving, sucking huge gasps of air into her lungs. Aelevi knelt on the ground in front of the boy, touching her hand to what she believed was his shoe, but was actually the tip of his hoof. The glamor had come undone, whether it was the coffee or the glimpse into her own supernatural shape, everything about the stranger was now clearly visible. Aelevi tilted her head back to take him all in, finally seeing the tail and the horns and even the pink skin. She'd collapse onto her butt, her hands behind her to hold her up. She sort of just gaped up at him, her heart racing and pounding louder, she would feel like someone who had just tried to run a marathon without training.

"I see what you mean," she wheezed, just barely nodding to the tail protruding from his backside. "And just by the way," her voice resounding with an angry tone, safe to say she was no longer stupid drunk. But she didn't get to finish, she had to roll over and cough up blood and bile. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and groaned. "You'd benefit from looking like a bat," she said through gritted teeth. She'd push herself up from the ground, but turn to face him, expecting some sort of fight now, one that she would most definitely lose.

[Ilvyn Daleroth]

Ilvyn looked on with indifference. A normal person might have felt ashamed to be seen with the vomiting woman, but that person was not Vyn. He was over her cutesy looks and wasn't nice enough to even ask if she was alright. Any more than her taking up on his offer for a ride and she was overstaying her welcome, which was why Ilvyn was mildly annoyed when she came back with a cup of coffee, waving it around like a weapon to run him up against the railing and pin him in place.

"Whatever you're thinking is probably stupid and you should forget it," Vyn told her as she grabbed him by the wrist. "You are just full of idiot surprises."

What happened next was unexpected and more than any mere 'idiot' surprise. Ilvyn's eyes widened with every change the girl made, reconfirming her body in some freakish display, and it clicked in the back of his mind what she was but the rest of him was pure animal terror. He struggled to get out of her grasp, to move sideways on the railing so he could break away, trying to shove her or violently wretch her grip off of his wrist.

"Freak," Ilvyn hissed. "Get away from me!"

His voice was only loud enough for Aelevi to hear, not wanting to create a scene, for others would only see Ilvyn backing away fearfully from a seemingly normal girl, but it carried the intensity of a full-throated shout. The fear he was feeling didn't translate well on his face, his eyes were huge seas of black with floating red rings, and his grimace looked more a vicious snarl of a beast. Nothing could have prepared him for that that girl did on that night and there was no hiding his alarm.

She said something else, started to fall to her knees, but Ilvyn's ears were deaf to anything but his own thoughts. As she went down he kicked her in the head, hard enough to knock her over and certainly hard enough to hurt with those hard hoofed toes, and he did it only to buy himself some time because in the end he wanted little to do with her. Had they met anywhere else, anywhere less public, he may have killed her, but the way it was he was in a frantic scramble to get away. He would run as soon as he was free.