5. FEAST

[hismasterpiece]

[Voice]

Hallo, pretty New Feathers! I am hosting a feast. A feast by the lake to the West.

[Not the southern lake -- she needs to keep certain peoples' attention away from the lonely house she inhabits there.]

You are all invited! I have prepared something for you. It tastes of mint and chicory and iron! Yarrow and tansy! It will make you stronger.


Come.

[/Voice]

[Action]

Drusilla will be stalking about the woods as usual, eager to assist anyone who HASN'T heeded her invitation.

There is a cage waiting there, hidden under the trees. It is large enough to house a full-grown adult human.

It tastes of mint and iron.

[/Action]

Comments

[Action]

[hismasterpiece]

Drusilla, my lord! And I would very much like to knit you a sock. Out of wool, you know. With needles. Long needles! Click click!

[Action]

[complicatedliar]

Drusilla. Such a charming name for a charming lady.

[He gives her a courtly bow and a grin.]

Only one sock, pet? They normally come in pairs. I shouldn't want one foot to get jealous of the other.

[Action]

[namesthestars]

[She giggles.]

Two, then, and both feet warmed the same. You're a different sort, aren't you. You're a powerful sort!


...I like powerful sorts. They make me tingly all over.

Re: [Action]

[complicatedliar]

My feet thank you. All of my toes shall be quite snug, I think.

[Loki smiles at her.]

A very powerful sort, pet. I'm a god.

[Action]

[hismasterpiece]

A god. [She goes all tingly! SO TINGLY!] Do you know how to dance the tango?

[Action]

[complicatedliar]

Show it to me and I shall.

I'm quite a good dancer.

[Action]

[bloodwaif]

[She reaches for his hands -- to take one in her own and place the other at her waist.]

It is a dance of passion, you know. Hot passion. My passion is cool. My passion is cool like a frozen rosepetal. It cuts.

[Action]

[complicatedliar]

[Loki pulls her in a bit closer with the hand at her waist and smiles.]

No warmth here for you, pet. I'm made of ice. Blades of it.

[Action]

[hismasterpiece]

I think I love that about you.

[She is barely dancing at all. Drusilla's tango is more like a shuffling sway. Her arms are cold bands of iron; her back straight and sure.]

[Action]

[complicatedliar]

[Loki still leads, but he fits his style to hers for the sake of curiosity.]

Do you now. Such sentiment might make ice melt.

[Action]

[namesthestars]

Melting and trickling in little rivers. Does it not sound pleasurable?

[Dru is more than happy to let him lead. She's no shrinking wilting violet, but there's a ticklish fun about the under-the-surface threats of power. Threats of suffering and pleasure are never far apart from a tormented soulless one such as herself.]

[Action]

[complicatedliar]

And then sinking down into the earth.

[He smiles, hand hard against her back.]

I have never been so yielding, but perhaps you'll flow through my fingers yet.

[Action]

[namesthestars]

....Spike may not like that. It might upset him greatly.

[Action]

[complicatedliar]

And shall he stop water flowing where it will?

[Action]

[hismasterpiece]

Spike? Stop me?

[They'd always worked together; she was his sire. They were family. Lovers. Partners.]

Only with his eyes, my good gentleman.

[Action]

[complicatedliar]

[Loki smirks.]

Then best be where he does not see.

I like secrets best, at any rate. They are mine alone.