"Le Histoire."

[Ashen Ashes of Eve]

"You speak of the accent quite fo do you not...?" Roberts suddenly said as his eyes narrowed at him. Xirelle's hand suddenly raised placing her hand on Voleur's shoulder.


"Do not be a pansy Rivertrio . My guest still has the same amount of vkia." She said lowly with a small wince as she moved at a bit kn her own. The nurses now coming in to remove the wiring. "Am I to be escorted home?"...


"Yes." He huffed. Rolling his eyes as he took one step. Eyeing the so called American Citizen that he still find quite odd. Xirelle never mingled in America states. She always resided in France and England.... perhaps her connections were wider than she indicated to him years ago. He looked at her. Now the other men helping her get up. "As soon as you are able we have work to do... the schedule will not be delayed by your dramatic illness and antics." He said sternly as Xirelle looked at him while feeling her wrists.


"..I leave here with my friend. No escorts ."


"I ca-"


"Let's go." Her voice suddenly growled as she took hold of Voleur. Wobbling slightly as she walked to the door with the wall as her help. She looked angry for a bit or perhaps irritated by what Roberts said.


Roberts didnt seem fazed and snickered. "Stubborn little girl you are. Very well. James have went out to fix your papers for the nextweek trip to Alphonse."


Alphonse Island. Or St. Crinua. A private property owned by the royal family to uphold lavish parties. And their biggest safe of olden family heirlooms and jewelry. Usually a storage chatuex. Storing all the exotic jewels that the blue bloods got bored of.


of course...


The Grand Auction.


Lumiere.

 

[Ashen Ashes of Eve]

"Voleur that is a ridiculous question to ask someone who works with the Policia." She had to whisper..her lips against the skin at the side of his neck. Just to whisper and because of the closeness it was so. Whistling to the nurse for the brass wheel chair.


She looked up at him. "We talk in my house.." because it was dangerous to talk right now. With the guards on routine as long as she was there.


She had to think carefully. She knew Voleur was the Foxxe. And without a doubt. He will be stealing a lot of things at Lumiere. However if she lets this happen. She will be shot down in failure o duty. Or be punished if not killed. The government doesnt allow failures. And she was merely..


The Queen's Dog


She had to think...think...


...then a disturbing thought hit her..


what if...he would...use her?..


No..no he..


But.. it is possible..right?

 

[Ashen Ashes of Eve]

"The seats are slightly warm...your tires are worn..." she softly said as she sat back at the seat as she took in a long breath in and a tired long sigh out. Proving her lungs werent in a best condition. "....Voleur....were you drag racing... or something?.." she asked in a small rasped voice a bit.


Her eyes stared at the street as they began...going down the road... seeing the marks....she stared at it and sighs softly. Seeing some people move away at the sight of ths car.. perhaps they have seen it before and made a note to keep away.


She wasnt aware he was with James though. Which made her slightly confused to why there was such a setting. At the back. She would look sleepy and tired.


however her senses and brain are a lot more awake than ever. System defense?


The brain is the greatest security system my friend.

 

[Ashen Ashes of Eve]

"I see... you went with James.." she breathes...slowly tilting her head to look at him as he drove...


She doesnt know why..but her eyes began to take in the details of his outline...how he drives...how he moves. She watched him...his hands had a certain gripping designed to shift so fast and easy. His grip was relaxed. Not tensed. And he was in a certain gear ready for lunges and sprints along with driftings..


As she took note of this...she came into a realization...that somehow...this car was also customized and fixed by him.. he only drove this car. He could afford so many. So many other advances. Maybe even two. Even if he was in low profile. Yet he always used this car.


Then it came to her brain's recognition of his question. She gave a soft sigh and looked at him...


"I am assigned to accompany Rivertrie ...he is the head of the security system at Alphonse when we would be there... I am there to control Left Wing...James is in control of the Right Wing..... during the event..James and Roberts would be supervising...I am in charge in the rounds..." her eyes slowly narrowed. "...Voleur.....you are going to attempt to take the royal jewels arent you?.."...


Though..


what will she do...if he is?..

 

[Ashen Ashes of Eve]

She looked out the window. Taking in the information that she had. She didnt hear the second phrases...


She knew he would still steal. "You don't mean the first you said." She said bluntly..closing her eyes as she adjusted herself in the seat. Huffing slightly as she looked at him. "If they need your help...then so be it....I will have your word for it..." her eyes shifted to his hands that worked on the shift.


".....I will bring you to a room of mine... that I could create near original replicas that you can't tell the difference...unless you are the one you made them...It is the language and understanding between Creators..".. her voice slowly went softer, and softer though, adjusting herself on the backside as her eyes remained on his image. "..I have the list of the items there...so you may choose to a list.. and I will create them.."


Her mind.. was screaming at her.. she swore if it were a real person. .. it would've shot her with an anti-tank rifle by now...


"I will give you them and time to replace them. Switch them. Before alarms set on..." her voice..clear...stern ... her eyes though, where only but true. Inside her mind, she didn't know why she was doing this at all. She was helping him.. she was actually proposing an idea, a plan. This was violating the code she had oath upon the department.


she cant believe this either.


"...From that point on. I will handle James and Roberts...you have to handle keeping them all till the party ends...."


.....this is madness...why is the Dog of the Queen actually helping the Foxxe to escape?


It is simple...really.


what is proper to him is insanity to her.


And she is insane...in a way.


Though something did came in her mind, as her eyes shifted to see they have now just left the huge tunnel, that would lead to their area. Closer into being her home, still unaware that he knew about her security system..


Why didn't he just, buy them ? then sold them.. the-No.. that's stupid.. clearly his money wouldn't be enough to actually buy all the things needed and sell them all. Because for sure, the money for a certain item, would be greater than its original price... knowing how this country worked.


She slowly blinked though, in realization..


Then.. the creator of the items would be there....wouldn't he?

 

[Ashen Ashes of Eve]

"Don't get me wrong." here comes the excuse.. "..I'm not doing this for you.." oohhh right girl.. right...RIGHT..


"..I have my own reasons." she said with a huff, looking out the window, "...There is something I am experimenting on.. and it has to deal with the creator being there.".. Indeed there are cutters, but what I meant in creating was not the gems per sey, but the jewelry set itself. The design, and how it was made. Usually, a group or different kinds of men are set on this job, but this person though.


Was entirely one.


And her eyes seem set on something, who was the Creator tho? She didn't mention, but the information would be said sooner or later. Little did he know, she too, knows a lot of people. And sadly, they weren't always in good terms. In a way she always had more rivalry then friendship, she was a woman after all, and having a woman above a man, dominating, would be something incredibly off in this era of time. She crossed her legs again, as her eyes shifted to him, still seeing him surprised. "..It's not stealing.. it is borrowing." all of a sudden she uncrossed her legs and went closer to him as if she were to corner him with a knife, but she had no weapons. "...You will steal those items whether I say yes or no.. aren't I right? Either way you talk to me, I alone won't be able to convince you into not stealing those items.. so this is what I say.".. her voice was stern, in terms of this, she works and talks professionally. "..You take them... and do whatever you do to extract money from them. The money you accumulate in the end will be given to those people in need.. once it is done.. I am going to track those items back down.... And I will be returning them on my own..... So you take.. .." she placed her hand against his chest to balance herself so she wouldn't fall directly to his face.. her hand slowly gripping.


"..And I return...as simple as that....take anything out of the agreed list Voleur.. and I will.. Whip you." she snarled at him.. though it wasn't a serious dangerous snarl, she means what she said.


She still has to think ahead, plan ahead, everything, stragety, planning, tactics.


Ideas, systems, everything.


Though she knows she's doing it because she ...cares.. she knew it was also stupid.... very stupid, to do this.


But.. he is doing this.. for good.. right?


Besides..


The Law is created to take care and protect the citizens........


So borrowing a few scraps of riches from the fattened hordes of cows which they call the Government and Royal Family, won't be such a big deal won't it? Besides, what's in that Chateux are old jewelries and belongings that they got tired of.


Surely.. this isn't..completely.. insane?

 

[Ashen Ashes of Eve]

...


...


....Seriously Voleur...?.. Seriously...


She stared at him and tilted her head at him as if he was speaking alien words. This is what you get for trying to collaborate or work with or be partners with someone, who thinks entirely differently from everyone else, including Voleur. She was looking at him for a moment, his question was quite vague, require them after the borrowing, or requiring the fakes? the dummies?.. That or did he mean covering the money ?...


"..I have my own system." she said to him gently, "..Just do what you have to do... I won't ask how you do it...just do it." her eyes shifted to the window, seeing her house now in view. The huge Cathedral chapel like house, her eyes softened at this, now she felt more relaxed, her sanctuary, she always believed she was a lot safer. In there, "...I may work for the Queen and for the Law...but it doesn't always make me lawfully..."


Then the car stopped, and he did his gentleman manners once more that never failed to make her blush, she cleared her throat slightly, taking his hand as she got out of the car. Walking with him to the front door, she took out another whistle that was similar looking to the deadman's whistle they used. She blew it again, and somehow.. the tune shifted.... and the c-..


..


.....


...There are no cog sounds..no gears...no shifting of stained glass design.........................


She dropped her whistle as her eyes widened... and she paled.. "..Why......don't I hear music?..." she looked at her door and looked down to the handle... she placed her hand near it but it slowly swung open.............................................


Her eyes widened and she froze, her head slightly shaking. "N-no..no that's impossible.. no one could enter here.....I made it absolute..o-only James knows..." she stepped inside and she looked at her walls...


..They were scratched.. and ripped off .. the paintings being vandalized.... she covered her mouth with her hand.. then she came to a realization..


"..The Prayer room..." she hoarsely whispered as she nearly tripped and fell forward if it weren't for her quick footwork, she ran upstairs almost desperately and her eyes widened to see that the walls were all vandalized with paint, black and white paint...."No..no .. no NO ! NO NO NO NO!!!" She angrily screamed and slammed her fist to the wall, growling. "WHY DIDN'T JAMES ACTIVATE THE LOCKDOWN SYSTEM WHEN HE LEFT!? I TRUSTED HIM!!!" she with that she ran through the hallways..


..Someone broke in..Yet nothing was taken..


..At least...not yet..

 

[Ashen Ashes of Eve]

Everything else seems to just be thrown over, the walls were tainted over, and ripped. It was also bad since most of the maps of her house were designed upon the walls. And now she had to redo-everything, everything. She was wobbling a bit, she didn't like the sight of her own art, tainted.. destroyed. Her hard work.. everything...


When Voleur turned to the next hallway.. she wasn't there but one room was open..the door he was about to open before.. was broken. It was shattered slightly, and the knob was hanging out by its spring as if it was a toy out of its bonkers. The vases on the tables near it were shattered, on the walls something was painting but it was too vague and obscure to read. Frighteningly enough, the faces on the walls were completely covered with black paint.


And inside.. of the room.. she didn't allow him to see...


Was a room made of entirely out of stained glass mirrors, the walls, the ceiling. the floor, was stained glass and absolutely beautiful.... But it wasn't anything else fancy besides that, there were no clocks, no cogs.. but easels, everywhere, with unfinished paintings and some finished as well. Beautiful, paintings, utterly beautiful as if you took a high definition picture and put it on canvas. Every single texture, it looked like everything was alive, like you were looking into a portal or a window to another world. The water painted on the canvas, seemed to be so realistic, it's as if you were to touch it... it'll be reality....


Some of them, were sketches and studies.. and Voleur would know..


87% of the paintings he stole and were in his house.. were created by her.


She was standing in the middle.. and she was on her knees.. she was crying.. but why?...


Right infront of her.. there was a huge... huge bell... a chapel's bell? it seemed to be the main piece of the house she was in. It was supposed to be a Chapel afterall. It was incredibly dull though, on the outside, rusted and dusty, but down below you could see different kinds of colours being reflected by light, lighting up the stained glass and making these light effects all around.


But why was she crying?...


Simple... the ones that weren't ripped .. were simply back up paintings.. copies she made, she duplicated her own paintings for extras to be sold here and there under the name Chapel ... when in fact, right before her, were ripped off canvases of her newly painted creations she spent so hard on. New works, that would prolly supply her a lot more money for something she didn't quite make clear yet, a girl filled with secrets, that's what she was, yet she was similar to the girl in the story and in the painting. There was paint splattered everywhere , even on the bell, it was also slightly cracked as if someone was trying to engrave something with a dagger.. Right behind the huge bell, which was like the size of Voleur's car, was a smashed sculpture of alabaster. The Mother Mary with the Child Jesus, Madonna, everything.. they were destroyed..... everything was destroyed.


Her books and papers were everywhere, everything was ripped off.. some papers were probably stolen...she didn't know.. she didn't care..


She was covering her face as she cried.. never once in her life did she ever cried this hard... but something was in her hands..she suddenly, due to anger, smashed something down the floor which made the glass crack, it was a pendulum, a white gold pendulum. Perhaps a part of a grandfather's clock? or any other clock.


That wasn't... there.......


"It's gone... it's gone........it's gone...".. she sobbed....


"....My precious treasure's gone.."


..Was this how people looked like right after a thief comes in the night.. to steal their precious treasure?...

 

[Ashen Ashes of Eve]

She didn't push him away, if she did he would hit the broken glass that was actually there in kaleidoscopial to the designs of the ground. She didn't yell at him, for there was no reason to get angry at someone who's trying to comfort you. What she did do was just hug him back, and this was when, for the first time after decades, she had cried like this. She curled up to his chest as if she were to hide in his hug and become so small that no one could see her, she had her eyes shut with tears continously flowing, if you could hear her, she was whimpering like a child just being beaten by either parent or bullied. She felt like she was shattered glass, and that everything was broken.


She was very attached to all of her creations, and her paintings were one of them. Voleur wouldn't know, but there's a secret in every painting, to why they are all copied by herself, replicas and imitations, there was a language that no one but the Blackforth family could decode. She was the last one to even know this kind of coding, the language, from the heir himself before the horrible demise, the massacre of the Blackforth Heir 10 years ago.


But what struck her the most, would be something located inside of the huge bell, the bell resembled so much like the one in The Hunchback of Notre Dame. .. the name of the bell was Marie....


"..T-they took it.. they took Marie's clock..." she whimpered against his chest as her hand gripped onto his shirt, as she hiccuped as her stained glass eyes were now the colour of clear blue, the blues of navy, sapphire, teal, sky, sea foam.. odd.. she didn't have blue as a hue in her stained glass eyes, it seemed like her eyes changes in her emotions... "...M-marie.. the bell's name is Marie.." .. she softly said as she looked at the bell, that looked so old and rusty outside.. but if you look below... the series of colours was being reflected.


..Because the precious stones, gems were there...emeralds... firefly diamonds.. diamonds.. rubies.. and gold... everything was in there.......

 

[Ashen Ashes of Eve]

She winced as she gave a little cough as she slowly pulled away from him with a painful expression. Her eyes went to the bell.


"You think you are the only thief amongst this place...?" She softly said as she looked at him next....her eyes now clear ocean crystalis blue.. "..the man that raised me is criminal and dog to the Queen....as I am fated to be so..."


Dog of the Queen...


Queen's Spider..


The Queen's Sword...


and the other titles.. they are the highest positions kept im secrecy from the public. A single flaw is a headless corpse for them.


"...Enter .." she pointed to the bell..."go inside and you will see...."


And when he would he would be drowned by golden colours and light... because inside...all the preciojs stones and diamonds were inside. Solid gold that costs more than millions..The whole bell itself already costs more than a fortune from owning 5 banks already.


And at the top was a circular dent...to where it looked like a missing clock work would be... a clock that held the pendulum that would hit the insides of the bell when rang..


but that was gone...


And it serves as a prologue warning...


Marie...one of the 7 precious bells of Nostradam. Said to be a myth... because of how ridiculously expensive it is... more than a million..more than billion.....


and Marie was the child....


It was said a thief came in the night and stole Lady Nostradam's bells from the Cathedral...


..till now he has not been found.


they call him Quasimoto.


Like in a fairy tale.


of the Hunchback of Nostra dam.


Xirelle would only sight and stand infront of the bell with a

 

[Ashen Ashes of Eve]

Well.. it would be hard to take the gold.. considering the bell was made of gold.. and that it only ever showed in the inside of it...but it was to no wonder that the pile that the bell just covered was the emeralds and rubies. That it was, indeed, a golden bell hidden by the dark dusts. Emeralds and the lots, and the dent right inside of it.... it's as if they were punched out of the insides of the bell and fell to the ground, making the pile. But still...... why weren't they taken? Was the only missing thing there, the only most valuable one there yet?


But everything else seemed so clean.. it's as if she was the one who did this and not anyone else. Perhaps, it would remain to seem so, what's best is that she would have to investigate this herself, she can't afford to actually tell everyone in the department. Because as far as anyone's knowledge, this bell, along with the other bells that have gone missing in olden past... shouldn't exist at all.


Yet she made no mention of this story, she was still too struck with this that she was still tearing up, she was breathing heavily, like a child that had just received a beating from their parents.


She stood and tried to pull away from Voleur, she didn't yell, her voice was so small you begin to wonder if she was Xirelle. "..V-voleur let me..go.." she said in a small unsure voice as she was against his chest, her breathing was so deep and she hiccuped here and there. She looked a lot more like a little girl, crying like a baby. This never happened to her, she was afraid of things being taken by her, someone, a stranger, intruding, breaking in. Which was why the security system she created was so complex.. just by a single flaw..


A single.. flaw...


She is going to kill James for this.. and the one responsible..


Whoever stole the clock obviously knew what it was for.. but how?.. the man who took care of her... the one called Quasimoto... was not of this world. He had died a long time ago due to a massacre, she was there when he died, when the manor was in flames, she was the one who he saved... the only one that knew the truth and saw everything.


Who would have known?.... The secret that she kept in for years.. and isolated herself not only because of her mutation.. but of the sin she inherited from that man.... from the man she calls her father figure, or father. If the Queen would know, it would mean her execution.


This was all a frightening realization, for a girl who has always spent most of her life planning and dealing with things, isolating herself in a room with four walls, living with no one but herself, fending for herself, and being in a sea of men at the Department, preyed on, everything else was just as frightening. People would think she was the so sharp woman who have no flaws, no fears, and always brave.


But she has her own weaknesses too, it was one of the thing that reminds her that she's human... that she's alive.


She buried her face at Voleur's chest.. she was so surprised to how warm he actually was, warmer than anything that she felt herself sigh against it, she whimpered... how long has it been that she cried?... For one thing to be stolen... this only shows how fearful she was of things that went against her sense of order. She buried her face to his chest, and waited for her body to stop heaving breathes as if she was deprived from oxygen.


"..I'm..tired..." she said in a small voice, as her hands clung to his chest at his chest, her face was saddened greatly as she looked down. "...Voleur...please bring me to my room...".. she asked softly... gripping onto his chest.... it was out of character of her now. Usually she would just push him away and walked on her own..


..But somehow she just wanted him to stay and for her to cling onto someone...


..and somehow she wouldn't want to cling to anyone else but him.


As she clung to him, her eyes shifted up to the wall right behind the bell.. and saw the cut marks from her height.


...She finally saw the message....and that's when her crying subsided.. and she grew silent... and found herself staring at the light marks that was cleaned marked with a diamond cutter.. as she looked at how clean it was...a squarish kind of cut....

H A V E F U N A T A L P H O N S E


M Y L I T T L E S H E R L O C K H O L M E S

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[Ashen Ashes of Eve]

"I can't leave my home like this..." she said in a small whisper as she gripped onto him, hugging him closely tightly. Her eyes traveled to the walls that were ruined and ripped, painted on with disgusting obscurity, she cringed at it all, her heart ached. "...I have..." her brain was now trying to bring herself back to business. She can't be emotional, she can't... it was what she was taught.


Let your heart cry for people to say, and it's all over.


She can't do that... she has so many things to do. She has an assignment to do days from now, she has papers to work nor to mention to fix everything. "...I have to do repairs.. fix the system.. re-paint.. re-create...re-do everything...I have work..papers..preparations....." she muttered but her voice just gets sadder and sadder, she winced, closing my eyes. "..I can't let others see my house....not the bell....." the bell she had in there, would be a huge downfall for her reputation. She would be suspected for many things, because that bell has been missing for years. The fact that it was hiding in this min cathedral like house, shivering from the thought she instinctly cuddled closer to Voleur's chest for warmth. She clung to him unknowingly, "....My room's to the left hallway at the last end..." she said gently... "...You could go home ....".. could though.


She didn't like it when people saw her at her weakest, and this thing right here was something she never experienced before. She was waiting for him to mock her, telling her how pathetically weak and odd sounding she was. Like a little girl who wanted to be cradled till she stopped crying, poorer than a baby. She shut her eyes and prepared for it..

 

[Ashen Ashes of Eve]

She was about to protest about him not leaving, despite her gestures saying she wanted him to stay. But despite everything, she had found herself in her room, which was incredibly painful. The clocks were slightly cracked on their glass, the pendulums stopped swinging, everything was a total wreck excluding the windows, which weren't touched. But on the floor, it was ripped papers, open ruined books and journals, her pens were everywhere and ink spilled on the pages permanently tarnishing years of research. Hard work, and beautiful sketches.


It was so painful....


Why did this suddenly happen? Surreal.. this was surreal...


Yet.. if it was surreal then it would mean it is planned now wouldn't it?


She winced at that, once again she had found a flaw to herself that she disgusts, and that's not being more alert and being too trustworthy of people. Yet somehow, this man beside her on the bed have given her a hard time to stick to that. She was laying on her side, her hands clinging to his shirt in a snuggle indeed. His chest was surprisingly warmer than any of her comforters or blankets, incredibly warmer. She unconsciously made herself grow closer, her eyes softening till her lips were barely touching the heart area of his chest, her warm breathing, her warm breath would just gently caress as her eyes softened even more. How envious...


Why do men have this special charm? In making someone feel so protected? In making women feel like... everything's going to be alright ... by simple gestures like this?


The indulgence of their warmth that makes you want to drown in such security of their strong arms wrapped around you, of them being a lot bigger than you by their frame, their low voices saying words of comfort, or the fact that they'll stay. Their gentle look, everything about them was so odd to her. This time, it felt more than a fatherly feeling or an older brother feeling. If it wasn't that, then what would it be?


You don't have to fool yourself, keeping yourself dramatic in denial...


we all know what it means, Holmes.


She cuddled closer to him, curling up to him, and this moment she once more, realized or reminded herself, that no matter how great her mind was, how much of an inventor she was, she was still such a small person.... Voleur was still so much bigger than her and she felt so small. Like he consisted most of the space the bed, she looked small, vulnerable and submissive because of her weakness, her weak state. Surely anyone could use this moment for their advantage, leave her to sleep while taking valuable information that could make millions. Steal the jewelry she had and kept hidden, or anything at all. Yet she allows this as well... and her mind starts to sound like a retard...


If he were to do anything.... as long as it is him... then I wouldn't mind...

 

[Ashen Ashes of Eve]

For a moment of warmth.. it seemed like her small sobbing had fully calmed down, her breathing wasn't ruined in a fact she was hiccuping earlier. No, she calmed down slowly, and surely.... and it seemed like for hours yet, it was actually just minutes. For him to actually remain like this, patient, silent and calm... it was... soothing. Sometimes, you don't need people telling you what you need, or saying anything at all, sometimes you just need them to be there, need them to hold you. Sometimes, silence becomes your greatest friend, or at least, the best soother, bring warmth along and it's like drinking warm milk before you sleep.


She breathes slowly, her hands slowly moved against his chest, unconsciously feeling and taking in her observation of his chest built behind his fabrics. A strong chest, to protect a strong ribcage that protects a stronger beating heart. "..Vo..leur..." she whispered against his chest, "...your heart is so strong..." It would be logical, that Voleur was more of the endurance type, that he could run and keep running for a long time with such speed without getting tired easily, yet he is able to carry loads heavier than his body mass. But that wasn't what she was talking about or referring to.


She felt herself warmly sigh against his heart area on his chest, her hands snaked over his sides until she pulled herself or him into a hug, she smelt of his scent. Men have this certain scent, not like they stink or they always had perfume or whatever, but this soothing scent that made her want to snuggle more, she gave out another long sigh, she felt so.. comfortable now. "...You smell nice..".. it was funny in a way for her to say that, but her voice sounds so small, yet so innocent and sweet, it wasn't like the usual voice or tone that shows authority and all, the demanding voice of someone intelligent and goes on her observations, being blunt here and there.


This time it was soft and sweet, innocent yet weak...


Feminine still.


Indeed she felt so small from him... like how she always felt in the world.. a small tiny existence that people sometimes fear, sometimes hate, sometimes envied.


It's odd that no one could've ever thought, she was a big cry baby, a fragile sentimental girl.

 

[Ashen Ashes of Eve]

She slowly blinked when he said something, she slowly looked up at him, unsure to what he said, but it didn't seem to matter to her. His voice was kind, soft, caring, protective and amorous indeed. Such tone was a tone she haven't heard of in such a long time, the last man that used that tone for real, was a man who took care of her when she was a little girl. Found on the streets. Taken in by mercy or pity, she was still grateful for the man. Thanks to that man she became the person she is today, strong, independent, intelligent, analytic, too analytic. However, there was one thing the man failed to teach her, and that's how to deal with someone like Voleur.


Or was it because, there wasn't anyone like him?


Someone so cunning and smooth in his actions, you would firstly underestimate him but doing that would be the instant game over for you. And unfortunately, the mouse that she was trying to lure the cat into its own trap, was now finally cornered and the cat got her. It was to her surprise, that he was more of a fox.


This warmth, his much bigger frame engulfing her smaller frame, Xirelle was a girl of a forgotten stained glass chapel, she was protected and was raised to protect herself, but the man who had raised her failed to teach her, the lessons of the heart. What was proper becomes insanity, and what's insanity becomes proper. Such things she could not comprehend, someone she could analyze yet know she wasn't even done with an hexagonal Rubic cube.


Staring up at him, her lips parting as she breathes slowly and warmly, she couldn't help but to gaze at him for a long while. She moved closer to him till she was facing his neck, her eyes softly, and she nuzzled to his neck, his collar, and felt his warmth there even more, her rosy blood red rose lips just rested to his collar bone, and she closed her eyes, breathing warmth there that would prickle his skin with heat. Her arm was still over him, she was still close, her chest was compressed to his chest as much as her front could be, this is when blankets and comforters are now rendered useless. "...It's so warm..." she whispered gently.


Indeed... men are dangerous.


They are very dangerous creatures...

 

[Ashen Ashes of Eve]

She breathed against his neck and collar slowly, perhaps just prolonging his agony unconsciously as her leg slowly went over his other leg forcing them to be even closer, but it was all because she just wanted to hug closer. His scent was mesmerizing, his warmth was engulfing and indulging, he was one big temptation by himself, a thief by all demands, she was the hound and he was the fox, the hound's duty was to find the fox and howl for the hunters to find and kill it, however when the hound found the fox...


When the hound found the...

"Kiss me."

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She heard him.. her thoughts were halting yet not at the sametime, she felt herself breathe so slowly, and her heart beating. But what she felt most of all, was his own beating heart. The voice he used was commanding yet amorous, sweet, lovingly tender that she didn't know why she felt like she just melted with the fine tune of his voice, the fact it was like a Cello in a baroque chapel, the sounds of it engulfs you and lures you to obey. And she, was by nature, submissive to such things, it takes a lot for someone to do this to her. Which is why he baffles her. Who is he exactly? What is he?


Men are so dangerous...


They can make any kind of woman obey them... just as long as they know their key to it.


Her body moved, her own desired fueled it, it wasn't like she was forced, but the tone of his voice, commanding her, she loved it. She loved it in all honesty, if only he was more straightforward and commanding like this, heck she wouldn't mind. People normally thought she hated it, she was domina, for man with a lot of guts to command her and for her to follow it, then that man was just granted permission to kill her.


And she wouldn't mind.


Her lips brushed, up against his collar as her breath prickled heat against his skin, slowly up to his neck, "..Alright.." was what she whispered against his neck, her eyes halfly open as her long lashes were evident, she moved even closer to kiss his jaw, thinking it was his lips, but the mistake wasn't so bad, unknowingly she was just prolonging his agony even more.


She finally came to his lips, his bottom lip. And that was where she slowly kissed it, compressing herself closer to him.


This fiery feeling could only mean one thing, now wouldn't it monsieur?