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Post by Phoenix Volkov on Jan 27, 2009 19:33:56 GMT -5
Phoenix needed to get out of the house since stiffling didn't even begin to explain it. If she had to listen to one more lecture about proper ettiquette she was going to scream. Not that the ettiquette lessons were bad. Helen was an amazing woman, when she wasn't trying so hard to be a cold hearted witch. Nyx didn't know how the woman ever relaxed, or if she relaxed.
Nyx operated differently. She had to go out, she had to remind herself that she was still alive, still a human being, which is why that night she found herself at club Enchanted, sipping on a cocktail and letting her body sway to the music.
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Post by Tristan Collins on Mar 2, 2009 23:59:19 GMT -5
Things at the hospital had been crazier than ever after the Hogsmeade attack. And because he had been the one to do the surgery on the "great" Alastor Moody's eye, Tristan had gained a fair amount of fame in the Daily Prophet. He was beginning to say the same speech in his sleep, "I tried as hard as I could and used every means possible, but I simply couldn't save the eye and it had to be removed. It was a regretful situation, but there was nothing to be done, and he would never have regained vision in that eye. We are looking for a suitable replacement."
It was a relief when he finally got an evening off, and he decided to celebrate by heading to Spellbound for a few drinks and maybe a little dancing.
The drink was the first priority, and he headed directly to the bar, feeling a tiny pang of sadness for the weird girl who used to work there, who had been killed in the attack. He told himself it was just because he liked the familiarity of seeing her face, that was all.
He ordered a glass of firewhiskey from the new bartender, and began to look around while he waited for the drink.
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Post by Phoenix Volkov on Mar 3, 2009 0:10:03 GMT -5
Nyx couldn't help the sigh that escaped her parted lips, she thought a night out might change things, thought...well she wasn't sure what she thought, but it just seemed everywhere she looked she couldn't seem to see anything the way she used to. She never thought that simply seeing life through the eyes of an innocent could be so precious until her eyes were tinted with a jaded glare.
This despondency wouldn't do, she knew that. She also knew that it was only a matter of time before Michael found out she had gone out and then he'd send someone after her, and she'd likely never hear the end of it, although not from Michael himself, no he wouldn't lower himself to speak to her face to face, only through third parties, what she would ever say to that man whenever she was in the room with him for more than a minute.
Oh, who was she kidding? There was just something stilling about Michael Avery, her tongue was instantly tied up and to open it meant setting herself up for one of his verbal traps, she knew she couldn't win against him so she settled for her inward loathing.
Even now she was psychoanalyzing his affect on her, and all the changes in her life when she was supposed to be having fun...reminding herself that she was a human being, not the robot Michael was trying to make her. Taking another glance around the place she downed the last of her cocktail and leaned against the bar when Tristan made his way up and asked for a fire whiskey.
She hadn't paid that much attention to him at the time until a second look at him became another, she couldn't place who he was or why she knew him, but his face was familiar.
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Post by Tristan Collins on Mar 3, 2009 0:37:26 GMT -5
Tristan turned in his seat, still looking around, and he noticed the woman next to him was staring at him. A slow smile spread across his face and he leaned back on his elbow, taking a moment to appraise the woman. She was beautiful, with an air of innocence about her, mixed, oddly, with an air of danger. The effect was mysterious and intoxicating.
"Like what you see?" he asked, cocking an eyebrow at her.
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Post by Phoenix Volkov on Mar 3, 2009 1:12:33 GMT -5
She wasn't necessarily interested in his cocky tone but she supposed it was her own fault for staring. " I'm intrigued" she announced, but then aloof as ever turned her head away from him and ordered another drink. A minute went by before she asked, " Do I know you from somewhere?" her eyes were lowered to the floor and she wasn't even facing him but the dance floor, her voice simply carried over to where he was at and she expected an answer.
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Post by Tristan Collins on Mar 3, 2009 14:55:05 GMT -5
Tristan had received his drink by now, and he took a slow sip from the glass, eying her over the rim. "I'm pretty sure we've never met," he said plainly. "I know I would have remembered you. Even if I was drunk out of my mind... I'd never forget a face like yours."
He smiled then, a wicked gleam in his eyes. "But do you read the Daily Prophet? They've done a couple of cover stories on me, concerning the attack in Hogsmeade. I'm the healer who did the surgery on Alastor Moody's eye."
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Post by Phoenix Volkov on Mar 3, 2009 21:45:31 GMT -5
Her brow rose at his flattery but her eyes were still on the area rather than on him personally. She finally dropped her pose and looked at him squarely measuring his worth in general by a sweeping glance. He was handsome enough to use his looks in life, but the fact that he was also a doctor meant he also was willing to work through it. Still the combined fact of him being a doctor and being handsome meant that she was conversing with someone who likely was indulged in many aspects of his life.
Even the proud tone of voice he used when mentioning he had been in the paper had her smiling a bit at her own accurate assessment "Mmm..Shame about his eye. I'm sure you did everything possible for the man."
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Post by Tristan Collins on Mar 5, 2009 2:34:39 GMT -5
If Tristan had known just how accurately she had assessed him, he might have backed off. He certainly didn't like to think of himself as being predictable, and he wouldn't have been thrilled to be analyzed so easily.
But since he was oblivious, he continued easily. "Yes, it really was quite a terrible thing," he said. "So many terrible injuries and deaths in that attack. In a way, Mr. Moody was lucky. Some people lost limbs. Of course I tried my best to save it, but it really was damaged beyond repair."
Taking a sip from his drink, he gave the woman a smile. "But enough about work. How about you? Why is it I've never seen you around before? Have you got a name?"
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Post by Phoenix Volkov on Mar 7, 2009 18:36:36 GMT -5
Helen (read Michael) had ensured that she knew how to read people, it would help in training her for whatever it was they were training her for. She had a handful of nifty tricks they wanted her to learn, but she was also proficient in many things on her own, it helped that she was a very quick learner.
She heard the arrogance in his voice and wondered if he practiced that speech long. She also wondered if he had tried his damnedest to save Moody's eye. Something about him rang vibrantly with false sincerity, Michael would be proud that she could read as much as she could, or hell who knew if he even remembered her. However even with all of her reading ability she didn't know Tristan was a Death Eater. Michael would know but Michael wasn't exactly forthcoming with knowledge when she was around. He certainly didn't tell her who his fellow Death eaters were, and she certainly wasn't allowed out to go and interact with them.
Which was why he hadn't seen her around before, the curse of being kidnapped and held hostage, she wasn't allowed out, she briefly wondered what her punishment might be for sneaking out this time, then she reminded herself that she didn't care. As proof of her lack of caring she took provocative steps towards this new stranger until they were face to face, nearly eye to eye, " What do you want it to be?"
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Post by Tristan Collins on Mar 10, 2009 22:10:55 GMT -5
The night had taken a very interesting turn. Tristan didn't quite know what to make of this mysterious, playful woman, but he was definitely intrigued. She was a walking contradiction... innocent and dangerous, inviting and secretive. She drew him in, and yet held him at a distance. He wanted to know more.
She was standing so close, and he was breathing in the scent of her. She was exotic, like wildflowers mixed with Oriental spices. A slow smile curved his lips as he reached up and ran the tip of his index finger along her cheek.
"You can be anyone you want to be, sweetheart." He slid off of his barstool, so that he was standing in front of her. They were so close that their bodies were touching. "Do you dance?"
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Post by Phoenix Volkov on Mar 11, 2009 16:58:28 GMT -5
She was a walking contradiction, not because she was playing a role with him (although she was) but because there was hardly any solid base to her personality. She had endured what some might have called a rough life and had been required to adapt to any situation at will. She was excellent at reading people, and even better at convincing them that she was whatever she wanted them to believe she was, it would have been a lie if she actually had a clue who she was. Without that true knowledge her character took solidarity in several different forms, and by the time she inevitably did figure out who she was, then the ability to change on a dime would still be an incredible asset.
She smiled at his semi-offer, " I believe there's only one way to find out." she told him. He hadn't asked her to dance, and she hadn't accepted the non-offer but bounced the ball back in his court by walking a few steps away from him toward the dance floor and casting a blatant come hither look over her shoulder before walking away aloof as ever. Now it was up to him if he would join her on the dance floor or not.
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Post by Tristan Collins on Mar 16, 2009 23:41:03 GMT -5
Tristan raised an eyebrow as she gave him that look. It was the kind of look no self-respecting man could possibly turn down. And if there was one person in the world Tristan respected, it was himself.
He grinned as he followed her to the dance floor. "You know, as intriguing as you are, I still don't have your name. It could get kind of tedious calling you 'hey you' all night. Just give me a name, anyname."
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Post by Phoenix Volkov on Mar 19, 2009 14:45:24 GMT -5
She carried her deceptive mystery long enough and wasn't going to make a game out of what she called herself, there was no point in a false identity either. She claimed an open spot on the dancefloor and began swaying to the music involving her hips as her arms raised above her head, her movements were sensual, the kind to make a man stare, but at the same time full of sophistication, no one would call her movements anything less than classy seduction on a dance floor. Finally turning to him, the lazy challenge constantly in her eyes, she drew him in closer until her lips were at his ear "Nyx." she offered in a whisper.
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Post by Tristan Collins on Mar 23, 2009 21:12:06 GMT -5
Tristan grinned as he began to dance with her. He wasn't the best dancer in the world, but he could hold his own at least. Enough that he didn't look like a fool on the dance floor. But she... she could move. It would be hard for any man to watch her dancing the way she did and not be attracted to her. But then, she was beautiful, and she didn't even really need to dance to attract a man's attention.
"Well, it's a pleasure to meet you, Nyx," he said smoothly. "I'm Tristan."
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Post by Phoenix Volkov on Mar 25, 2009 18:54:10 GMT -5
She nodded, she knew that from the paper. "The pleasure's all mine." she told him still dancing. Her mind was doing circles when everything Michael and Helen tried to teach her kept repeating in her ears. Tristan Collin's was not a mark in the least, she was not on a mission at that moment at all, but as if she were a machine programed, she defaulted into accessing everything she could about the situation and the person she was engaged with.
"What do you do for fun Tristan?" she asked trying to blot out the scheming in her head.
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Post by Tristan Collins on Mar 26, 2009 1:17:01 GMT -5
Tristan's smile was slightly crooked. "For fun?" he repeated. "Um... this." He nodded, looking around the room as he did.
As a healer, he really had a pretty busy schedule, and didn't have much time for a social life. But he tried to make time to go to the club every once in a while. All work and no play... well, Tristan didn't want to be that guy.
"What about you? I can't tell if you do this all the time, or if it's your first time. You're good at flirting, and obviously you can dance... but there's something I can't put my finger on..."
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Post by Phoenix Volkov on Mar 26, 2009 1:23:09 GMT -5
The slight predatory smile made it's way slowly to her lips, " First time."
Fun...she had forgotten the word, she had almost forgotten the meaning as well. Dancing with a strange man wasn't exactly fun, it was forbidden. A long ago unappreciated right that was now a luxury and even now she was not truly capable of enjoying herself. Damn Michael, Damn Helen, damn them all.
"I haven't had fun in a long time Tristan...I was hoping you could help me redefine the word."
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Post by Tristan Collins on Oct 10, 2009 22:25:22 GMT -5
Well, that was all the invitation Tristan needed. His smile broadened, and he leaned closer, brushing a stray lock of hair away from her face.
"Well, then," he said in a low, husky voice. "I'm pretty sure that can be arranged."
His fingers trailed along her jawline ever so slowly, while his other hand slid down the curve of her waist. A slong song was starting up, which was quite convenient for him. He eased her body closer so that she was pressed against him while they began a slow, seductive dance.
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Post by Phoenix Volkov on Oct 24, 2009 0:45:07 GMT -5
She let her body move with his, though her mind was miles away her body appeared weak, totally within his control. She allowed it because she needed it. She needed some sort of escape from the life she had somehow fallen into. She needed to escape Michael, he was the real problem, and if she could do so in the arms of this man, then may the devil damn her for it, she would take what release she could.
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Post by Tristan Collins on Nov 25, 2009 23:15:21 GMT -5
Tristan had no idea that so much was going on in her head. Even if he had, it probably wouldn't have stopped him. She said she had come here to have fun, right? And he fully intended to give the lady exactly what she wanted.
He didn't speak during the song. He just allowed the rhythm of the song to take them both away to a different world. As the song ended, however, he pulled back slightly, so that they were now face to face. "Having fun yet?" he whispered, his breath warm against her face.
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