After the new start for the Council of Neonates

[Regulus Grey]

Regulus nods, noting the names of those he has met and figuring how they fit into the spiderweb that is the court. A slight frown creases his brow at the mention of Mayweather.

"I had thought...Mayweather was already taken by you? From the poem read before the court at the last Elysium. Mind you, I'd rather not give a Tremere the chance to be anywhere near my blood."

He runs a hand through his hair, crusted with blood as it is his hair now sticks up rather untidily.

"There are ways to indulge my paticuler...desires..that do not rely on the act of intercourse. Although from what you describe it sounds like none in the court will be able to provide what I seek. A shame."

He coughs again, a mist of blood once more settling in his cupped palm.

[LittleBird]

“A fall that our little game set him up for..." she mutters, then clicks her tongue, no, if he is inviting a discussion with open arms, she run into it and grant him a hint, a taste of what is running through her mind, “more of a test really wasn’t it? And if the game-" a beat, she corrects herself, "this test, was anyone elses, well, dare I say they would view all of us as being on the precipice of a terrible mistake!?" she sways gently in his arms, one hand caressing his wing that protects her, the other playing along his smeared chest, the lines of his body more pronounced behind the flaking scarlet.

As he continues she murmurs and nods, taking on his words, his scripture, and yet questioning.

She trusts him, she sees the goal to a point of course, yet that doesn’t make it any less murky to her, tis not a crystal clear pool that she is willing to swallow, “No matter how enjoyable some may find it to teeter off the edge, even if you never take the plunge, to all it still would look like the crime-the never realized crime-was as good as commited. Is this our lesson too? Or are we all waiting in line to spread our dripping flesh upon a spear?”

She tilts her head, a little confused as Dorian wonders if he was clear enough for her...her lashes butterfly as his fingertips weave through her locks, as his tips massage her skull.

“Crystal clear," she purrs, not at all flinching at his 'crass' language, though her body is very reactive. Tis positively dancing with electricity at his touch, rolling into the patterns he bestows her with, “And if Grey made a effort to fuck Lunaris?” her voice is a even series of silky waves, lapping over, “Or if Christine indeed wished to pour her passions over and into Grey?...or if she took efforts to make me writhe to her song? They all of course would have the same treatment...then,” she stands on her tip toes, her head thrown back so her lips can spread a fluttering breath over his, “correct?” she asks, eager to be rewarded or corrected for her words.

“Of course...though perhaps not all lessons need to have such scars, he clearly isn’t a hopeless case now is he?" she clicks her tongue at the mention of Christine being happier now, "Mmm, I would say she seemed alot more eager before-” quiet nature? Ha! And she's certainly not docile. Hmph! She finally addresses Christine, granting her a brief glance and nothing more , “Still, Miss Melody you obviously know what delights you, you got your prize too.”

“Well done,” her lips twist, still speaking to Christine yet her full attention is finally back on her brother once more, “I just hope future games of fetch do not require the retrieval of javelins-but of course, we are past all that-” mm are we, the bloods barely dried. “I guess it is a pleasure to finally truly earn your acquaintance Mr.Grey,”

“Right, riight..so what you mean is-” her eyes return to Dorian, watching the tools of tonight as they now turn to move her locks away, “We are one here, correct? A pack you say? Our little neonate council? A unity...we must all help each other grow...help each other understand and see,” her words take a tone of pure imploring to him, taking both of his hands in hers, “we are only as strong as our-" she presses a indulgently slow kiss to each and every knuckle between each word, “weakest link in our chain...” she meets his gaze once more and whispers to him, “and we-” she takes her time on that word, a meaningful gaze, a reassurance as strong as his hold is to her, “-We are too strong to be broken so easily,” she lets the moment linger, would happily allow it to last the night through, alas tis not to be for this night-there will always be more to follow though she promises to herself, for them both.

“Mmm?" Kira rests her head on her brothers shoulder, peeking out to look at their newest member. Eyes stuck as his body heals itself, she would be amazed if it were not for the reminder of what he is recovering from, so instead there is a dull film to her eyes, forcing the distance away-“Let us just say the stability of our city has...something to be desired. For how short a time I have spent in this city, there is far too much details for even myself to share, yet alone those more well acquainted with our home.” Kira blinks as her brother thankfully answers the relationship question...tracing along his jaw as she listens.

She barely stifled a leisurely chuckle when Grey mentions the Tremere and that poem written by the nurses hand. Still, it takes no time for her to settle, to rest in his embrace and start swaying again as if her brothers voice, those lulling tones of a lullaby were repeating on her, “He’s right, you forgot to say whose joined to you brother dearest, dearest liege, mmmm-” tis hardly a breath of a sweetly whimpered whisper, barely audible to him yet alone the rest. Half thought, half spoken and dazedly too, as if it were a idle thought she herself barely registered in her brain.

[Christine Daye]

A nod to Lunaris. Acknowledgement. Later.

She busies herself with Regulus as the others talk, helping him drink, fetching a basin of water and cloth to clean his face and neck. Her gloves go black with water and blood, for she doesn't remove them, not even to plunge her hands wrist deep in the bloody water.

She's humming quietly, happily as she cares for the Gangrel, eyes dancing in amusement at Dorian's description of the Court and its relationship.

"...hmmmm... I shall let you know, Mr Grey..."

Her voice is low, a gentle warning.

"Maestra... Primogen Erika Leroux... she is my mentor..."

Christine doesn't say any more, but the message of posession is clear.

Then, as Kira clings to Dorian, stroking and caressing him, her eyes narrow in irritation. She sings quietly:

"...my staff has murdered giants, my bag a long knife carries... for to cut mince pies from children's thighs, with which to feed the fairies...."

[Eric Lunaris]

Finally Lunaris leans forward from his otherwise relaxed position as if moving through treacle. At least leaning on his hands was more sociable than staring at the ceiling. Just in time to catch the irritation in Christine's eyes. It gave Lunaris some comfort, the knowledge that others also felt the same as he on occasion.

A gentle smile graced Erics face, looking towards to surviving wreck of a Gangrel. In the newfound peace he couldn't help but be impressed that he was still moving and not gibbering.

"And Violet Clynthan is my student," he added to the list after Christine. Having it accompanied by songs of long knives seemed appropriate.

After that Eric was able to be more casual again, "Ye'd survive Lady Leverson if we fancy a fiery Elder. Though it depends on what ye want.. what desires do ye wish fulfilled?" he asks with genuine curiosity. They were amongst pack after all, nothing could be too strange.

While he could hear Kira in the background talking to her Nightlight, whatever a Nightlight was, Eric thought best to not interrupt. If she continued to spike Dorian with words which brought forth the dark flares he would intercede. The alcohol was near, and they had a game to continue.

[Dorian M. Black]

Dorian stares at Kira, flummoxed.

Someone else clearly needs, as she so puts it, a javelin lesson.

"Our 'little game' set nothing up; it exposed that which already existed. Click your tongue all you like."

He makes an aggreieved sound and loops an arm about her hips, in a sit still motion. Her swaying was making him dizzy. "Yes. Teetering has intent, dear sister. Teetering over a lion's cage will get you, inevitably, swiped or eaten. Only fools teeter. Either comit to what you want and reap the consequence of your doing or stop pushing. As I've explained to you already, spend long enough lifting skirt and flashing for the Prince - 'flirting' as you call it - and eventually be disgraced for rejecting him after leading him on. Or find yourself up against some wall screaming, wondering how you could have been so stupid."

As she carries on and his brow furrows, Dorian eventually gets up and puts her down, feet first onto the floor. "How on earth do you achieve so much wrong in one monologue," he mutters. Annoyance colours the tone; Dorian mourns the loss of the moment's comedown. Another afterglow he'll never get back.

"Our wolf friend would not make such efforts twice, Kira, because he is not an idiot. Furthermore, you're not Miss Daye's type. As for Lunaris, he has an ability to communicate with sanity when it suits him. You seem to be labouring under the misconception that any of this is fair. Where you got that notion from, is anyone's guess. Certainly, it wasn't from me."

"It's painfully obvious who is joined to me. If it's not, perhaps caution is best given to everyone, at all times, until it's clear who will take offence for rutting against someone's leg. You might consider closing yours so Beauclair doesn't do anything about it."

[Regulus Grey]

As Christine applies the damp cloth to his face and neck, Regulus feels himself tensing and relaxing at the same time. The soothing feeling of the cloth cleaning him eventually overcomes the tension at having Christine so close. With another glass of blood drained, several more of his minor injuries are closing up. He seems to draw a great deal of potency from the blood he drinks as he turns to look at Lunaris cooly.

"That sounds like a question that should be answered in a game Mr Lunaris."

Refilling his glass, he briefly swirls the thick blood.

"Never have I ever is a fascinating game, but feels too...general. Shall we proceed to asking specific questions...which the entire circle answers?"

His eye flicks to Dorian.

[LittleBird]

She halts her movements as he slows her, she raises a brow, and lets her own hands run over his that hold her still, “Flashing for Beauclair?" she shakes her head harshly, her caresses running deeper as her tone sounds helpless...hurt that this has been dug up yet again, "Lifting my skirts? Why do you continue to paint me in this light brother? I thought you said it was he you did not trust...the world you did not trust...but that you trusted me..." her jaw lowers, brow furrows softly, eyes twisting slowly, pained over and over that he says this. Damn it! Please don't cry again Kira! How long until she believes it herself?

No, she never would! Too late! She looks up determined-or tries to despite her tears-and states purely and simply, “Besides it appears that I am the only one in this room who would not drop her garments at the slightest whiff of it." she stands on her toes once more, placing both hands on his heart, her thumbs feathering tenderly before they reach to cup his face, "I will never harm something so precious, never will betray that merely for a nights distraction-or any reason at all! You know I stand a true heart and soul before you...” she sighs, “There’s only one I would call my liege who means a thing to me Dorian,” she rests her head against his heart, returning her hand there too as she murmurs, “you know this. Besides, you have my word, if he wishes to speak to me in private once more, I shall not do so without your permission and certainly not without your being near. I do not know what else you could possibly wish of me to prove I wasn’t seducing him...just tell me, and I’ll do it. I'd let you inside my mind gladly to prove my innocence, to prove that it was not my intent. All I did was listen and parrot...if he saw it as more that's his want, his failing-not mine.”

How on earth do you achieve so much wrong in one monologue “Mmm, I struggle to fit into this scene, such was glaringly obvious brother...you said it yourself, I did not feel it...I’m trying to learn though, trying to understand this, and I’m still trying too, the main picture I get, just the details...i struggle to see them fit. I’m sorry if my attempts offend you-but I am not sorry for trying,”

“Same mistake again? Why not...it could be committed as a different mistake. See, I just assume that Lunaris has claim of another but is not claimed himself? Is that not correct? So...if he wished to have a night with Mr.Grey would that stand by these one sided rules?” she shakes her head, stifling a scoff of a chuckle, when he mentions her not being Christines type, biting her lip, stopping the words 'would you have said the same about Constance and Caru?’ from leaving her lips.

“The idea of fairness?...huh, it was actually..." she smiles, a bittersweet soft thing, remembrance clouding her eyes as she chuckles softly,“You have told me a few times brother that things in my life were unfair, and that we would change that...make it right, together...”

painfully obvious? Yes. But she wants to hear it, just in case she is being ever so wrong, again! “Is it? Not really, since I was the one who used the word joined, you preferred the word claimed. Tell me then, who is it you have claimed and who is it you are joined too?”

“Ah...asking us all about our desires?” she looks over her shoulder at them, “Now isn’t this a full circle?" she chuckles-isn’t this the question that made you all wet with crimson and breathless with blood lust to begin with?

[Christine Daye]

“Besides it appears that I am the only one in this room who would not drop her garments at the slightest wiff of it!"

Christine looks up at those words, a puzzled expression on her face.

Then she burst out laughing, long and loud and manic. She laughs so much she collapses onto the chair next to her, the cloth dropping from her fingers. She laughs so hard she winds up with the hiccups.

"...hic! ...oh botheration! ...hic!"

She calms, shoulders still shaking with mirth, humming happily.

...still I sing bonnie boys, bonnie mad boys... Bedlam boys are bonnie... for they all go bare and they live by the air... and they want no drink nor money....

"...hic!"

[Dorian M. Black]

The moment Kira denies her expressing interest in Beauclair, Dorian turns away and ignores everything thereafter that she says.

"Do you have a question in mind?" Dorian asks, noticing the interest Grey is giving him. "I would ask our siren, but she's quite overcome." To which he hands Christine a new drink, giving her a sympathetic look.

[Regulus Grey]

Regulus nods, blinking slowly. He glances for a moment at Christine with concern flashing across his face before returning his solitary eye to Dorian.

"I shall ask the question, and once everybody has answered...I shall give my own answer."

He seems to steel himself.

"What..is the most taboo desire you wish fulfilled?"

He pauses, his gaze sweeping everybody else around the circle.