"--The following transcript was a live chat roleplay--"
Doc: If he hurried he could just make it to the before it closed. He knew he could use an ATM if push came to shove, but Doc liked making eye contact with the tellers. He wanted to be seen as a businessman, in the city. It could pay off in the future. It was the little things like this, that was overlooked by most of the younger business people. They were into the hands off approach, doing things online, with minimal muss and fuss; whereas he realized that subtle things like ‘who you know’ could be a lifeline when you least expect it. Doc: Doc slid into the bank with ten minutes to spare. He moved to wait patiently in line. The auburn haired female that was in line in front of him, looked remarkably like the ball and chain. His hand itched to move toward the gun in his shoulder holster. However, last time he obeyed that itch, he had sired yet another paladin. And this was bank. Guns and banks. No. He knew she was back, but it was probably not her. He half turned to look at the exit. Maybe he should just leave now.
Cytherea: Cytherea was idly listening to the chipper talk from her enamoured thrall, honestly, her enthusiastic chit chat was drilling into Cytherea’s brain like a herd of enraged bulls. A few nods and hm’s were all she offered as they waited, her gaze roaming over her phone. She was calculating, planning how much money she would need for certain things. Patience was a virtue in banks. Then a gasp of fright tore from the female beside her, causing Cytherea to switch to protective mode, her head snapping up as she readied herself for something. What she was met with caused her to step back. Him. The one person she’d tried to avoid. Of all the banks in all the city, here he stood. Cytherea shot a look to the woman beside her, ‘’Go.’’ was all she muttered, not bothered about the lack of reply as the woman fled. Cytherea had told her how humans disappeared around Doc, it didn’t surprise her that she was scared witless. Offering an almost sarcastic smile, she turned back to the line. ‘’Doctor.''
Doc: Having heard the gasp, Doc’s gaze was taken away from the bank exit to the source of the gasp, and the face of his.. wife. Great. No escape now. He didn’t miss the derisive smile and the almost biting tone to her voice as she uttered the single word to him. He returned her regard easier than he expected. He even canted his head slightly to the side, a habit or ‘tell’ he tended to do when he was bored. He had expected to feel some sort of residual anger. After all, he now had a new childe, merely because she was unfortunate enough to resemble his wife from the back. Bringing his thoughts back to the present, he nodded politely to Cytherea. He made no attempt to speak. It would only digress into an angry brawl. So the nod, and only the nod was the only reply she would get.
Cytherea: Each little mechanism in her head was ticking, turning, the pit of her stomach a battleground for her emotions; anger, adrenaline, perhaps even a little bit of longing. The latter was quashed beneath the rage of her anger. Here stood the man who single handled drove her to leave, his harsh, cruel and completely self absorbed treatment had given her a crash course back to reality that she’d not been prepared for. Suddenly, her wickedness rose. It was her turn, the lady greeting her with a smile. And Cytherea did not disappoint, a flash of gleaming white as her lips parted in a beautiful smile, she turned then, looping her arm through Doc’s, using her inhuman strength to tug him forward. ‘’Hello there, my husband and I are just here to deposit some money into our joint bank account.’’ she spoke, the words like running honey. Though Doc would see the glint in her eyes, meant just for him. He liked composing himself in public, this would grind him all the wrong ways. Lets see if that composure would crack.
Doc: Doc smiled at the teller and then looked at Cytherea, “Are you sure, Darling?” The words said softly, those that knew him, recognized the warning signs. “I was under the impression you wanted your own account, a personal one for.. your shoes, and knick knacks.” He gave her a smile that looked completely guileless. He looked back at the teller smiling apologetically at her, along with a slight shrug, as though to say, ‘Who can tell the inner workings of a woman’s mind?’ Turning once more to Cytherea, he clasped his hands in front of him as he waited, oh so patiently for her to decide.
Cytherea: It was a game of chicken, just like their fake marriage. Cytherea had learned over the past year a many great deal of things, Doc would learn this soon enough. As he spoke, she softened her features, her rose tinted lips turning slightly, mirroring the kindest smile she could muster. ‘’I forgot how thoughtful you could be,’’ she said then, those depths of amber liquid staring him dead on, the fire that flamed in the speckled orbs never once missed. Without so much as a warning, Cytherea clasped her hand behind his head, slim fingers combing through his long locks, holding tightly, before she forced him forward, pressing her lips to his in a punishing kiss, there was no love, no warmth. To the outside world, it looked to be a loving wife kissing her husband for his thoughtful words. But Doc would know much better. This was spiteful. He’d introduced her to games, so he should be thrilled at how far she was willing to take these things.
Doc: If the wench thought he was going to pull away, or cause a scene because she kissed him, she had another thing coming. Unclasping his hands, Doc allowed her very deliberate kiss to lengthen. Just as he felt her begin to pull away, his hand snaked around her waist, the other locked on the back of her head, looking as though he were cradling it. This time however, he drove ‘the kiss’, he returned her kiss with one of punishing thoroughness and deepness. When they finally pulled from each other, he slowly wiped his lips with his middle finger, as though savoring it again in his mind. The look he gave the teller was devilish, “Oh yes.. I think she deserves her own private account for that..Don’t you?” Arrogantly he reached into his inside jacket pocket. “Let’s start with 20,000, shall we?”
Cytherea: The little hellcat of a woman would not be deterred, nor would she be pushed into submissiveness by this male. A performance worthy of an award, she made sure each little act in that kiss was returned with as much fire as she could muster, and there was a lot. When he had pulled away, Cytherea allowed her gaze to sweep over his face, he hadn’t changed, she concluded. Perhaps colder than before. Though with Doc, could you ever tell? A man incapable of showing a shred of emotion from the loving spectrum of feelings. He’d shared a lot, though, perhaps just stories. He’d once told her to be careful of men with sob stories. Tearing herself from those memories, her eyes followed the movement of Doc and the female. ‘’How generous. Indeed, to start with.’’ she spoke, her gaze shooting to Doc. ‘’My loving husband, so very thoughtful and caring of those around him. Not a selfish bone in your body, is there?’’ The female behind the counter sighed wistfully, saying something about wishing how she could find a love like theirs. ‘’Mmm. I think I’ll go get myself some new shoes now. Thank you darling.’’ with that, she tore her arms from his, heading for the exit.
Doc: Doc wasted no time, Cytherea was barely out of his arms as he looked the teller up and down and said with a smile, “I’m Charles.. and you are?” He lifted an eyebrow in honest inquiry. He was rather surprised at the amusement he felt. Had someone told him he would have felt like this, after a run in with the ball and chain, he would have openly scoffed at them. But he was pleasantly wrong. The money he transferred to her, meant little. He considered it alimony. Finishing his business with teller, he leaned forward, and pressed a large denomination bill into her hand, and said softly, “Buy yourself something nice..” He winked at her and made his way out of the bank.
Cytherea: Cytherea stood outside, the air whispering through her long mass of curled hair, the cool breeze a welcomed distraction. Though she had been gone a year, she couldn’t destroy those feelings that still kept her tethered to the male. A male who cared about her as he did the shirts he wore. A male who had been more than glad that she’d left. A man whose words meant little. Two slim fingers lifted to pinch the bridge of her delicate nose. How she wished she’d gone for her first instinct, instead of her plan of kissing him. Though she heard his footsteps, and she could hear the glee in his steps, the smile apparent on his face. The joy. The sick ********. She waited, just for the right moment, when his guard was down, opening that door. And she turned then, her fist connecting right with that masculine nose, the force would knock him back into the building. Hopefully back to hell at that, right where he belonged.
Doc: Instinct kicked in as her blade came arcing toward him. He was able to avoid the blade connecting with him, though his jacket wasn’t quite so lucky. He sighed in disappointment. “I liked this suit..” said mostly to himself, as he looked at the now ruined jacket. Lifting his head, he looked at her briefly. Her eyes were glittering with barely repressed anger. She looked as though she could cheerfully rend him from end to end. He looked as though he might say something, but instead he smirked crookedly, staying mute. He barely repressed the urge to wink at her. She was rather adorable when she was enraged. However, he knew if he did that, she was launch into him again. It was a busy Friday evening, the last thing she needed was to have someone report her for attacking him.
Cytherea: The muscle concealed in her mouth swept across the edge of her mouth, soothing the parched morsels that protected it. His reaction was predictable. Orbs of searing hate veered to the street around them; there stood a respectable looking man, and a petite female, holding a long blade. Indeed she looked like the name he’d gifted her with. ‘’Pity, I was aiming for your face.’’ she said casually. Stop, she spoke to herself. Think. This is what he wanted. This he could handle, anger. Infant, he enjoyed it. What would he despise? What would confuse him. And then she spoke. ‘’Oh, I have missed you. And these little interludes we have.’’ sheathing that dangerous piece of metal, Cytherea closed the distance between then, her fragile hand finding his much larger one, interlocking their fingers. ‘’Shall we head home? You can fill me on what has occupied you, over some tea?’’ she peered up at Doc then, her eyes shining with sheer love and devotion, like they once had before. To him, it would look like she had split personalities. But she’d just learned how to control herself a lot better. To act. ‘’I maybe not have been around to keep you in line before, but I’m back sweetie.’’ she said it like a promise.
Doc: Doc blinked. That was a quick change. He didn’t believe her for a ******* second. He had seen the hate. And he still remembered about her and Pratt. Even if she were being honest, which he doubted, she chose Pratt over him, he wasn’t going to make that mistake again. But he might just act like he would. He lifted a hand, and caressed her cheek with the back of his forefinger. “You know I can’t ******* drink tea..” His tone held that irked tone, born from everyone else drinking, but not him. He looked at her as though he wanted to believe her, he wanted to trust her, “I wish..” He stopped. “Sorry … I can’t,” He looked genuinely apologetic for about two seconds, before it vanished completely. She might question whether she really saw or imagine it. Doc looked at his watch and winked at her, “Got a date tonight, and since you ruined my suit, I now have to go change.” A pause, “But good to see you. Tell Pratt, I said, ‘eat **** and die..’”
Cytherea: Convincing, and utterly conniving. Not one single thing had changed about him. Those brief pauses and displays obviously planted, fake. Though.. perhaps, maybe, he did care? And there it was. That which she had sought so desperately to destroy. Naivety had put her in this mess. Believing people had one shred of goodness in them. Pratt and Doc had made sure she’d wore it down, a battle which had internally tore her to pieces. She listened whilst he spoke, one brow perking as her badgered on. Oh look, still a little spiteful ****. When he made to go, obviously for this date, Cytherea grabbed the back of his collar, dragging him back. ‘’Ah ah, hold on one second buddy. You see, that maybe have been all fine and dandy whilst I was gone, but guess what. I’m not and see this,’’ she held up her hand and showed the ring that remained there. ‘’That means you and I, are married. And whilst you might not know the meaning of fidelity, I do. A shame you couldn’t keep it in your pants though.’’ linking her arm through his, anchoring herself to his side, she wasn’t going anywhere. ‘’So, shall we?’’ he wasn’t getting out of this that easy. ‘’As for Pratt, I think that’s better for somewhere more.... private.’’
Doc: “You know the meaning of fidelity? How exactly does ******* Pratt figure into your definition?” He holds up hand, “Oh I got it.. since you were ******* my ‘brother’ its all in the family and perfectly fine then I suppose?” He snorted derisively, as his lips pressed together in annoyance. “And for the record. We aren’t married. We are bound, and it can be undone any time you want. Just trot your little self down to the courthouse and slide the guy a few bucks, say that magic word.. and we’re free.” He disentangled himself from her. “Why the **** do you think I gave you money?”
Cytherea: ‘’Let's get one thing ******* straight, you utterly pathetic fool. Robert Pratt never once laid a hand on me. If summoning equates to having sex, then by god, your list of lovers just grew.’’ now he’d overstepped it, the rage in her eyes almost like an unforgiving storm, narrowing her eyes she stabbed her finger into his chest. ‘’YOU, cheated on me? Remember that? Put me into a ******* coma, then off you went, raped some little human. You got on your hands and knees and you begged me not to leave you, remember that? Darling.’’ the storm was in full swing. ‘’And me, the stupid fool, absolutely idiotic, I did. Forgave you. Stayed with you. Because I’d bound to you, for eternity. And then what. I inspire Pratt ONCE, and holy ****. ‘’You made your choice, I’m leaving you.’’ You bloody hypocrite. Don’t you dare stand there acting like any victim. You did this, not me. Don’t ever accuse me of sleeping with Pratt, just because you are capable of cheating, does not mean I am. I let Pratt play me. His woe filled story about being abandoned, Pi deserting him, his wife. All so he could pinch me from Lan, as revenge. I made one mistake versus your many, your lies. And you have any cheek to stand here accusing me of these lies.’’
