Totally not Romantic [Red]

@"ReD"

Vlad sat on a large black blanket made from a heavy woolen material with red and silver plaid work weaved into the simple material itself. It was warm and perfect for the after night had settled upon them. She had alerted Loch to come and meet her there when the sun was about to set so that way the two of them could have dinner together. She, spoke in her entitled tone as per usual, which made it sound as if he owed her to come out there.

She was wearing a flowing roman toga style like gown which flowed beautifully off her her frame. it was bound in what appeared to be a silver cord that made her large breasts stand out, but it also allowed her belly, wings and tails to be comfortable. It was wonderfully comfortable in addition to making her ever so ravishing. along the edges of the material was embroidered a black scrawl work that appeared to be a design more than anything, but if someone was familiar with elvish they would know it was a prayer.

Sitting next to her on the blanket was a basket that was fashioned from bones. The main frame was that of a rib cage, fused with other bones to give it support and a handle.. While two hands were fused to another bone to give it a move able top. The lining of which is a dark fabric that seemed to be held into place with red ribbon.

'You really pulled out all of the stops to romance that younger man.'

Nixis words floated within the back of her mind most curiously, which was instantly combated with a firey excitation from Vlad.

'No, I most certainly am not trying to court Loch. I am showing my gratitude of him for him taking me into his home. So, I made him dinner.'

Nixis laughter filled her mind as she dropped her ears to mimic a mental scowl.

'Vlad. Gratitude was cooking him dinner. Romancing him was when you conveniently forgot to wear undergarments.'

Nixis words drifted through her mind before he went silent. Which allowed Vlads ears to focus on listening for Loch to come for her.. It was truly a beautiful spot with the sun nearing setting. Vlads mind went to Malkar for a moment and she frowned as she thought of him.. It was her fault that he died.. She didnt want to repeat the pain she felt when he died. This was not Romantic.. Not at all.

@"ReD"

"Everything is alright Lochlann. As you can see I am in one piece and there is nothing burning to the ground. The world will survive another day."

She smiled warmly while holding up the basket before patting the space next to her as her ears twitch slightly in his direction. Vlad was listening to the surrounding area while she shifts in a slightly more comfortable position.

"Come sit besides me. Or behind me. One of those would be a request for my own comfort however. Please. I want to show you my gratitude for you allowing me into your home. I made dinner for you."

What she wasn't going to tell him.. Unless he asked.. As to why when he got home there were new jars of organs and a brand new skeleton in her chest. Just like she was going to tell him why there was suddenly more meat in the cold closet. And, why she was not going to tell him why precisely there was going to be a missing person on the island. While she knew what he was, Vlad on the other hand didn't care what precisely that she ate person or animal. However. This was all an experiment on her end. The darkness within her purred delightfully at the idea of performing experiments on people in such a way.

@"Red"

"It is the comfort of being so close to the woods. Why being a highborn elf. I am still an elf. I enjoy nature to a large degree and it is something that I frequently venture into to escape the troubles of the day."

Reaching into the basket she pulled out a pair of containers and handed him a fork before taking one for herself.

The container has mashed potatos with greens mixed with cooked and sliced carrots. And a large chunk of braised meat. It all smelled delicious as if she spent forever slaving over his stove.. Or a darker though a fire.

She cut a slice of her own meat and, it cut like butter with her fork.. Vald held out the bite for him on her fork, a small smile on her lips. "Im a wonderful cook. Please try a bite."

Once Vlad fed him a bite she focused mainly on her veggies first before then breaking up her potatos with bites of her meat. After a short while she leaned fully against his chest a soft sigh of content escaped her lips as she closed her eyes after a moment.

"Mmmph.. I have mead in my basket hand me it. I'm thirsty."

@"Red"

"That's...that's wow, you weren't joking,"

Vlad smiled at his noise of appreciation and grinned. It made her feel wonderful that he enjoyed her cooking so much. She would be more than happy to tell him what.. Or well.. Whom it was made from. Perhaps with a few more instances of her cooking for him and he would more inclined to stay around her.

'Yes Vladahlia. Tempt him with food and sex. Maybe he'll not be a sex slave like your last love. Maybe he wont die in a horrible accident and leave you alone again. He will not father your child and you need to get away from him.'

Nixis words bit into her mind as she tried desperately to not show it on her face. It emotionally hurt her to know that Nixis was asking her to do such a thing. Nixis knew exactly that when he poked at Malkars memory that it hurt her more than anything else in this world.

"One day I'd like to bother you to teach me some of your secrets."

A weak smile graces her lips as she leaned at an angle to get a better look at his face while he ate. A gentle smile graced her features but, it was something that she knew she shouldn't enjoy. A soft sigh escaped her lips as she pushed Nixis' words from her mind and cuddled closer to Loch.. Even going so far as to wrap the blanket around them both.

"Thank you for the dinner,"

"You are most welcome Lochlann. I am pleased that you were so taken with the meal that I prepared. It took a bit but I am happy that you have enjoyed it."

It was only once while Lochlann was finished did she dab his lips with a napkin and turn so she could see his face more so. A Cheshire grin on her features.

"It's been a while since I was surprised."

"I am most pleased that you enjoyed it. My secret was scaring her half to death before I finished the job with magic. Though getting her back to your cottage was a bit of a challenge, well worth it given how flavorful she was. I am more than happy to sunrise you on more than one occasion."

Vlad had a Cheshire grin and she couldn't hide it. She was awaiting his response to telling him that she killed. Cooked. And enjoyed a human with him for dinner. It was a hard stretch, but being a necromancer sometimes you have to eat the people you kill and then just use their bones for undead. It was beautiful and horrible all in one cycle.

@"Red"

"Calm yourself. For a species that eats the flesh of another you are certainly skittish come the though of eating said flesh. You ate a person. Yes. Her name was Samantha Bridges and I dissolved her possession in acid and kept her organs for spell components all while butchering her and putting her remains in the cold closet while her bones are now an animated skeleton. Though her flesh I will use to repair a spot or two in my grimoire."

It was in this moment that her eyes glowed a dark crimson, her slitted pupils narrowed in delight as her horns grew about an inch.. Even her skin grew a more violet hue.

"Loch. You forget I am first and foremost a necromancer. Secondly I am half demon. My morals for eating humanoids are a little tilted and I tend to not give a damn. Given what you are.. I felt it would be a nice treat."

getting to her feet with much struggling she snapped her fingers and her spell tome rose off of the ground. Her appearance reverted back to normal as she stretched a bit.

"Lochlann relax You need to calm down otherwise you will lose hold on your form. Or perhaps taking a swim would be the best thing for you. You are a creature that eats flesh. Calm down you watched me eat it too."

She pointed out as she started watching him carefully, her tome opened on its own accord going to a particular page before going still. Vlad was prepared to do something on the off chance that he got out of line.