A night full of mistakes

@Dion

Outfit

163, almost 170 with the heels, long loose hair going down to her waist. Calming aura.

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She couldn't remember the last time they had just taken a night off, went out to have fun. It seemed like fun was put on the bottom of the list, and she had talked to Zitora last night who had given her an invite to a party. Saying her and Evelina deserved a night out after been dealing with Ethan, apparently Zitora was busy with someone to join - which she was okay with, looking at each other too long would perhaps just remind both parts, that their best friend were still kidnapped. Cecilia couldn't control this, she couldn't control if Maeve would show up now or in a week - maybe even first in months. She couldn't know and driving herself insane with the unknown would just make her go mental. So, they needed this. "No we will just be out for a few hours. I'll text you the adresse, but don't wait up - we will just take a taxi or something back to my place." [...] "Love you, bye." She hung up on the phone and looked at Evelina. "You look amazing though Eve, and it's just for one night. A few hours - and you can rip it off if you like," Cecilia reminded her best friend with a warmer smile. Cecilia rolled her eyes lightly at her best friend, when she wanted Cecilia to make sure that she wouldn't be drinking too much. "Oh please, you survived my homemade rakia - you will be fine," she chuckled lightly. Oh yes, Cecilia's homemade rakia was no joke - the Bulgarian national drink. "Just be happy I didn't invite Irina.. she wouldn't let you stop - I swear, don't start a drinking war with a Russian or a Bulgarian. It won't end well," she couldn't help but chuckle a little bit. "Tora told me it this guy Dion - apparently he should be throwing the best parties in town," she shrug a bit, perhaps she should have looked him up online, but she trusted Zitora on this.

They arrived at the party, and stepped out of the taxi. "Holy shit," she mumbled to the giant palace. It made Cecilia take a deeper breath in, okay this guy whoever the hell he was - had what, everything? "Come on.. it was you who told me, we needed to get out a little bit more," they should have asked Mono to join them, she could still text him, asking what he was up to.  She followed Evelina inside.


It didn't take long before they got separated in the crowd. Cecilia wasn't used to being around so many people and a lot of them were already both drunk and high on what ever they had consumed. She had herself had a few drinks, but had kept it to that - mostly after Evelina had seemed to drink a few too many. And drinking with this many people, was far from her scene - she didn't like that. She could barely even hear her own thoughts, and Cecilia looked around. "Eve?" She called out, but her voice was nothing compared to the loud music and people shouting and singing out loud. Then she began her search around the large house, so many people - she could barely see the floor.

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Dion lived for his parties. He lived for having people over here, admiring him for giving them what they wanted - a good time. Dion had thrown parties like this across the world for over a hundred years, he was known for it and his father would be proud. Dion made it down the hallway, and entered one of his bathrooms as he was sure he had forgotten something in there. It was always something having people over, they removed and took your stuff - ungrateful bastards some of them, but they always ended up giving back to him - so it was alright. He opened the door seeing the girl sitting down. "Oh, my apologizes," he realized shortly after that she was just sitting down to pee, so he didn't walk out. "You need a hand with anything love?" Dion frowned a bit, before his lips lighted up in a warmer smile. Everything about him simply screamed ecstasy, he tilted his head a little to the side watching the human.

He couldn't help but laugh a little by her reply, the sarcasm it was classic and he liked it. Dion's eyes followed as she wanted to walk pass him, he would even had let her, it wasn't that, but she stopped. I’m feeling a little dizzy all of a sudden a concerned frown reached him, and he took a step closer to her ready to support her if she needed, but she dropped a glass. It was unusual that people who didn't had seemed that drunk seemed so affected by the whole thing, usually it was easy for people to just let go. Dion crossed his arms a bit looking at the human making her way around looking like someone who was about to completely freak out, for some reason he couldn't quite place. Then she began to pick the glass pieces up and he sighed a bit. Dion walked a few steps closer and sat down in front of her. Do you, know where i can find the house owner? He chuckled a bit and took her hands, stopping her from collecting the pieces, he really didn't want her to cut herself. "As the matter of fact I do," he replied and started to stand up, hoping he would follow him back up on her feet. "I'm Dion," he introduced himself. Dion couldn't help but smile a little.

"And don't worry about the glass, you will not believe how many I lose a night anyways. You however, look like you could use some water - follow me," he let go of one of her hands, unless she protested and pulled her other hand of course. He began to walk towards a more closed off area. There were areas in this mansion away from the noise from the party, and once he crossed a line it was just like magic - all music, everything from the party just seemed to vanish. "I had a witch create a magical space only I can cross - in case I want some privacy or get away from the noise," he chuckled to himself as he looked around in the larger kitchen. It was like a wall between here and the party, you couldn't see it, couldn't hear it. All you could see was the door that separated the noise and the calm. Dion walked over to get a glass and filled it with water, before he handed it to her. "How are you feeling?"

His deep brown eyes watched her as she jumped up on the countertop. So I’m one of the lucky, how many women? Dion couldn't help but shake his head a little bit that comment, and he licked his lips shortly as he handed her the glass. "Do you think its a scheme of mine? To track down a beautiful woman to the bathroom and take her to my private kitchen?" Dion couldn't help but pull a little smile, she gave of this calmness that was unlike his wild party like nature - lucky for him he had been around for quite sometime by now and even if it affected him a little bit, it was only a little bit. "It's nice not having troubled teenagers know every inch of your home, you know." He added to the part of having some space to himself. One thing he did like was to retire when people annoyed him, even someone like Dion could be annoyed by people. Some of them good too greedy, and then there were the people who got to affected by his abilities and wouldn't leave him alone.

Dion listened to her as she spoke about how she felt. He wouldn't have asked if he didn't care, how people felt was a concern of his - one of the reasons he threw these parties - it made people happy, it gave them a chance to break free from the chaotic world they all lived in. Gave them a shot of happiness. I feel like my feelings are at war inside me He nodded and crossed his arms a little before standing in front of her. "Sometimes, when we are at war with ourselves, its because there is a part of us just wanting to break free," he spoke softly and frowned a bit, wondering why she was at war with herself. This was very unusual for him, but it had woken his curiosity. "I will share a secret with you. Sometimes, to win a war, you have to stop fighting it." Dion walked over to the fridge, and looked inside it. "A good sandwich always makes me feel better - you hungry?"

"That aura of mine? He asked narrowing his eyes a little bit, Dion assumed she meant whatever that tried to force her to let go. He actually felt a bit sorry about that, usually it didn't take much more than just a little bit of time and people who walked in here would just let go. Without thought or overthinking it. Then of course the overthinkers, the people with shields and immunity who walked in here - it was harder with them, especially when they fought back. "I'm not a demon if that is what you are wondering, can't stand those bastards," he pointed out and frowned a bit. Vampires and demons usually used the fun he created to paint it in death and destruction - which he did not approve of. It was against everything he was building. Yes, Dion was fine with being seen as the spoiled rich kid from next door and as the carefree type who worried about nothing - even if it was nothing but their truth, not his. He had good vampire friends, but it was also his oldest friends, of course he kept his best friend close.

"What if the only person you actually are fighting are different versions of yourself? Miss, you can't simply blame me for all your discomfort," he reminded her with a slightly cheeky smile, "I mean, all I do is helping people let go - give them a natural kick of enjoyment - why are you refusing it so much?" He then asked back at her, again he was curious.

Dion was slightly surprised by her reaction to him suggesting her something to eat, as she pushed him aside to have a look. Then she started pulling things out of the fridge, like she owned the place and he couldn't really anything but make a soft chuckle to the sight. "No, its alright by all means. It seems like you are master in the art," he made a gentle movement with his hand allowing her to just do her thing.

Dion needed everything a normal human needed for his survival, and having the money to buy everything he owned almost everything. There was an entire shelf only for different spices, mostly he just like collecting them - you never knew when you would need it. She pointed the knife towards him in a swift hand movement, "right," he responded in a light chuckle. "Aw, you think my face is perfect?" Dion teased as if it was the only thing he took from that sentence. He never payed much attention to himself, yes, he liked looking his best - but it was not the point right now. Dion kept his eyes on her as he went over to grab a glass of water himself, however, he did turn it into wine. It didn't take much to do so. It was a longtime since anyone but him had been in this side of the house. He did have a few housekeepers who came by after his parties to clean up, and they were fairly paid.

But if I did let go, what would happen?[ He couldn't know, honestly what he expected would happened and what would happen - he could only talk from what he usually saw. "You would feel free, alive - " Dion took a sip of his wine. What was a better feeling than to feel like you were alive again, a reminder that life was something else than tension and chaos. "When was the last time you were in a state of intense excitement and happiness? Were you could just.. be in the moment." He asked as he moved closer to her once again. It didn't seem like she was the type to just let herself to that side of life - it was a shame really.

It wasn't like she was the first control freak he had encountered in his life, there was way too many of those. Way too many people who walked on egg shells and forgot life was supposed to be enjoyed. As she confessed she never had the luxury of just letting go, a short sad expression filled his face. It wasn't like he felt wanted her to feel petty for that, he just believed everyone was allowed to that feeling. It was one of the reasons he held himself responsible for and he wanted to change that word never. So, I’ll just, feel happy? He nodded and walked a bit closer to her as she jumped on the counter. No one was supposed to be holding themselves so calm and collected. Even if it was an aura, and you got used to always feeling the way you did - there was nothing better than to let go of your powers expectations of you.

It worked better when you touched me.
Dion took a deeper breath in and placed the glass of wine on the counter behind him, before he walked closer to her. He couldn't make the puzzle of this woman in his head, it kept him intrigued and curious. His deep dark eyes locked on hers he stepped closer, he placed his hands on top of hers  as he got closer. "Like this?" He asked keeping his eyes on hers, not minding stepping almost leaving no space between them. "How does it feel?" Dion was utterly curious on how his ability effected her. Usually he radiated this aura, but he could induce it as well, so he did to help her at least taking it all in.

His eyes carefully observed her, beyond curios - it was interesting for him, it always was. Seeing how people responded differently when they were placed under his abilities, and he held his breath for at while as the gasp her lips - "Good," he replied to her answer, what ever that was holding her back, it was time to let go. Dion had no idea who she was, or her story all he knew was there was something calming about her. Most likely the reason he himself hadn't returned to the party, but stood here able to focus on the thing that had caught his attention. Her smile made him his own grow brighter, and he nodded a bit. Finally letting everything go and the new perspective was as she mumbled, wow. He watched her lying there on the counter and looked up. It was almost like watching someone looking up at the night sky. "But its a good feeling, am I right?" The demi-god asked with a little smirk. As close as he was standing to her as she jumped up and leaned herself forward, she was so close to collide with him. The dark eyes still hadn't removed themselves from her, and he noticed the peak on his lip, but before he could even think about that. She was all over the food.

He was very much aware that people had different things to be addicted to, Dion knew his addiction to alcohol and parties weren't the healthiest. "So, top three dishes," he asked, since she seemed to really like food he could imagine she would have to have some favorites. "Dessert doesn't go in this category."

Dion couldn't help but chuckle a little over her choices, her expressions it made him smile more warmly. He couldn't help it. The last choice made him raise his brow a little bit, "I happen to cook a pretty good Kleftiko. I'm Greek -" he replied with a warmer lift in his little smirk. He was born in Athene, and he had spend his childhood there with his mother till she had moved to Gaia. "I also have my own wine-yard -" he chuckled a bit, it wasn't something for his party guest to see. He was afraid they would ruin his hard work. Dion had lived here in more than two thousand years, the world was developed different in the Athena region - which he was very happy to have been a part in.

But maybe I should go, he frowned a bit, mostly because he actually enjoyed her company and she didn't seem like a person who was here to party all night long nor a person who was here just to get drunk. Dion's eyes followed her and his lips parted as he was about to reply to her leaving. The next thing took him by a lovely surprise, as she swung her arm around his neck. A little thing to remember me by, he couldn't help but pull his lips up in a little smile just before she placed her lips on his. He deepened the kiss shortly before she let go, and he chuckled a bit watching her walk towards the door.

What a way to leave a man hanging.

Dion shook his head a little bit, licking his lips, then he by impuls reached out for her wrist and turned her around. He once again let their lips meat this time walking closer to her, letting the free hand on her lower back pull her closer towards him.

Dion took her in, letting the moment of heat completely take him over. A moment where he completely let go of whatever control he maintained on his abilities. As their lips got parted once again he took a few seconds to catch this breath again, feeling how the ecstasy took completely over his own system. Her words made him smile slightly cheeky, but she was right - he didn't want her to leave, but it didn't seem like she wanted to leave either. "I would be quite dull here without you," he replied back in a lower voice, letting his dark eyes almost be hypnotized in hers. She was beautiful and it was obvious, and everyone saying otherwise were either blind or completely stupid. However, despite her beauty it wasn't the obvious reason why he felt so compelled to her. It was her soul that cried out to his in a way he couldn't explain, and he didn't wish to understand - he wanted to feel the connection."I only have good wine," he chuckled lightly, as the back of his hand gently caressed her cheek for a short moment. He then again leaned in placing his lips upon hers once more, as the hand placed on her cheek and moved it slowly down over the side of her body. He got a firm grip and lifted her up, letting their height-difference become the least for them to worry about. He moved them to the kitchen counter, letting her sit back where she had been sitting earlier, but this time he was closer - he wanted her closer.

Once again he parted their lips for a few moments, feeling her breath on his face while he caught his breath. "Maybe you should tell me your name," he whispered softly letting his forehead gently touch hers. He usually didn't ask people for their names, but he wanted her name. He wanted to be able to call upon her in the crowd, among hundreds of strangers he wanted to be able to reach her.

Evelina, he smiled a little bit more with a gentle pull that let the smile form in a little smirk. Right in this moment he was happy that he had walked into that bathroom. He was happy he had taken her here to get something to drink.. eat. Dion couldn't escape the feeling of not being able to get enough of her. Are you going to give me a night I will never forget? He raised his brow a little bit with a teasing look in his eyes, "If that is what you want.. I'll be more than happy to," he whispered back just as she grabbed his chin, and once again placed her lips against his. Dion pulled her closer, letting his hands run down her body over her thighs. He picked her up once again, and lead her to the master bedroom, not far from the kitchen. He gently released her on the bed, still leaned over her.

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Cecilia spun around in the crowd as a vision hit her, luckily for her, a short one - but she had also seen way more than she wanted to see. "Unbelievable. Fucking hell," she took a deeper breath in and shook her head before making her way out of the house. "She ditched me.. un-fucking-believable. She bloody ditched me for some dude." Cecilia picked up her phone and called a taxi - there was no way she was going to sit and wait outside till Evelina was done with whatever she had going on. "You will so hear for this.." She mumbled to herself as she got in the taxi.

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His eyes took her in again. "Sure you want this?" He asked in a low voice, his lips still so close to hers that he didn't have to move long to touch them. Dion was used to this, letting go, so why was he even asking? It was like her ability influenced him as well, making him a bit more aware of what his actions were. But it didn't stop him from kissing her again.

She pulled off his shirt, breaking the kiss for a short moment. Dion chuckled a bit as she asked if he was sure he wanted this. It wasn't a question anyone really ever asked him, mostly he just went on with whatever happened - but her asking him made it somewhat more personal, it wasn't just a casual hook up. "Yeah," he confirmed since it seemed important to her to have him respond. The distance between them longed to be closed again, and he just carefully watched her as she removed the long dark hair from her back. Then you better help me with this zipper, he chuckled a bit and placed his left hand on around the zipper, using his right hand to hold one side of the black fabric, making the zipper go down without any issues. "As you wish Milady," he whispered in her ear. He moved himself closer to her as the dress left the body, his lips softly kissing her neck. Dion slowly let the dress slide down from her upper body, moving his lips over her shoulder. Her skin so soft as he moved his hand down alongside her body and he moved his lips closer to her neck. Some would call him greedy and perhaps selfish, and right now he would gladly take these titels.

As she turned around his arms, she once again pushed herself away him and gestured him to get up on his knees like her. He didn't waste a second as he mirrored her movements. The tender touch over his body, as her finger gently went down to his pants while his eyes remained on hers. Those lustful glances. There was a whole story in those eyes, a story that he wouldn't get the chance to know but he also wanted to be told. But not now, right now he just wanted her. He wondered why she thanked him, but funny enough it wasn't the first time people had thanked him - mostly for the sensations of freedom he provided, an escape from whatever chaotic reality that waited outside these walls. Dion was always happy to give people this escape, but for the first time in a while - he felt like he was the one escaping from his reality, which gave this whole night an entirely new perspective. As the fabric got stripped from the body, only leaving the naked skin he kissed her again. This time while leaning deeper in, and getting her down to the bed again. He after all had promised to give her a night she wouldn't forget, and he wasn't one to not keep his word.

There wasn't only one way to describe this nights erotic events.

A night of passion and lust, of freedom and far from anything reality held. He couldn't remember the last time he had himself completely go, and even after the lust still hung like a fog in the room. This Evelina was a mystery to him, and he had intentions on solving it at some point. He lifted himself up on his elbow and watched her with a careful gaze. The sound of the party still going on was unable to reach them in here. Even through he wished he could stay much longer just enjoy the calm energies from Evelina, he also knew he wouldn't be able to stay for long. "You want anything to drink?" He asked as he breathed out as he sat up. She still tantalized him.