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Post by Soprano on Mar 29, 2011 23:33:42 GMT -6
Dago smiled when Simon answered so quickly. That was easier than he thought it might have been, considering how strangely he’d been acting. Oh well, easy meal now, easy lay later, maybe. Well, in a year and a half, anyway.
Dago was very glad that glamour was better than alcohol, and a lot less damaging. He might feel bad taking advantage of someone under the influence of alcohol, but glamour was a completely different thing.
“Come here,” he said, motioning to Simon to come closer.
He was already really close to Simon. He just had to get him to position himself… Then it would be quick and dirty; then it was a matter of making Simon think his fantasies were running away from him while he and Dago were speaking.
Dago really didn’t think of Simon as food. He just thought of him as helpful and being in the wrong place at the wrong time.
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Post by lillium on Mar 30, 2011 20:48:38 GMT -6
Simon didn't think he could say no, not that he would want to. How could he deny Dago a request? Had he been aware that he was being controlled, he would have thought that this was insanely creepy, but he wasn't aware, which was sort of the point. He slide closer to where Dago was, a hair's width away and practically touching him.
His thoughts were kind of fuzzy, but what Dago was saying sounded like a good idea for some reason. Simon wasn't sure what the reason was, but whatever; it didn't matter.
Thankfully for Simon, glamour was much, much less damaging and dangerous than alcohol! If it wasn't, he would probably wear as much silver and as many religious symbols he could, and carry around garlic and wooden stakes just to keep himself from being under the influence again, although to be realistic, he probably wouldn't realize what had happened.
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Post by Soprano on Mar 30, 2011 21:53:23 GMT -6
Dago straddled Simon’s legs in a fluid movement. It was now or never time and he had to make sure that Simon, even though smaller than Dago, wouldn’t get away easily. It also helped fuel the hypnotism later, but that was a secondary benefit. Dago took both of Simon’s shoulders in his hands to further restrain him. He leaned forward and ran his lips across Simon’s jaw line and over to his ear. He dropped down to his neck and swiftly bit down, careful to take away the pain enough so it’d feel like a nibble instead of a blood-drawing bite. He almost sighed in relief when the blood started flowing. That was one potential disaster averted.
Out of a little guilt, he took a bit less blood than he normally might have and pulled away. He made eye contact with Simon again, to finish this job up.
“Simon, when I wave my hand in front of your face, you’ll return to normal. You’ll feel like you dozed off and had a daydream. Any blood you find on your neck or clothes will have been a strange accident that you won’t be able to find an answer for,” he instructed, before moving off of him.
Dago moved back to the side of the couch he’d been sitting on before leaning forward and waving his hand in front of Simon’s face.
“Simon? Simon…?” he asked, putting on a convincing act.
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Post by lillium on Mar 30, 2011 22:07:01 GMT -6
Simon blinked and looked up at Dago, blinking a few times before tuning pink. "What is i- I mean, uh, yes?" he asked. Oh god, that was a weird, weird daydream. . It had just popped into his mind, too! It wasn't like Dago wasn't attractive or anything, true, but it was still embarrassing to think that he had been daydreaming about that while he was supposed to be talking to the man.
Whoopsie daisy.
Simon ran his hands through his hair and tried to compose himself. "Uh, what were we talking about again?" he asked, still obviously flustered. "I'm sorry, I must have fallen asleep in the middle of our conversation. ." Well, that wasn't exactly polite, but oh well. There he went, ruining his first impressions with the other mages. He'd never be well-liked at this rate, would he?
He'd write some poetry later about how he just kept doing these horrible things that hurt no one but himself. And then write some short stories about death and tragedy. That sounded good.
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Post by Soprano on Mar 30, 2011 22:20:00 GMT -6
Dago might have laughed if he didn’t have to keep up the act like he didn’t know what Simon was thinking. He was cute, in a shy kind of way and really, Dago liked all types. He quickly spotted what Simon had been doing before he interrupted him and ran with that as the conversation.
“I asked you what you were doing,” he said, indicating the now-forgotten paper, “It’s… okay. Are you going to be alright? You do look kind of tired.”
Dago didn’t mind Simon at all, in fact, he was pretty delicious! That wasn’t exactly a great start for a friendship; Dago wouldn’t ever tell him that, either. If he knew that Simon was worried about first impressions, he might have felt a little guilty about feeding off of him. Oh well, Simon lived through it and that was the important part. He just hoped that he wouldn’t notice the blood until after Dago left.
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Post by lillium on Mar 30, 2011 22:33:53 GMT -6
"Huh? Oh, I was just writing," Simon said, looking down at his paper. He'd forgotten what he had been writing. Something about. . Something. He stared at the words and tried to get the thoughts to come back to him. Dammit, that stupid little dream fantasy thing he'd had about Dago had thrown him off. He sighed, and made a mental note to get back to it later. He'd just have to recover the words that had been forming in his mind.
Simon frowned, and realized that now that Dago mentioned it, he was exhausted. He checked his watch; it was getting late. "Yeah, I think I should go to bed. . It was nice talking with you, though!" he said, gathering his things and standing up. He was oblivious to the wound on his neck; after all, he hadn't been conscious when he had received it and it didn't really hurt.
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