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Date: December 23, 1999
Setting: Manor Ball Room
Status: Private - Ellie and Belial - Complete
Summary: A fortuitous encounter...or is it?
The Manor was lovely, but one room in particular had caught Ellie's fancy on her solitary tour. So, early in the afternoon of the 23rd, while the residents were busy with their Christmas preparations and the ground floor was quiet and all but deserted, she took the opportunity to slip into the empty ball room.
She raised the lights just enough to bring a gleam to the rich, polished hardwood of the floor and stood in the center of the room, breathing in its ambience. Being what she was, Ellie took a fierce delight in all the sensual pleasures of the world, and this place whispered to her of most of them: even after months standing empty, the room echoed with the subliminal memory of music and laughter, anger, drunkenness, and passions too wide and deep to have been left behind by ordinary men and women.
Here someone brimming over with suppressed violence had slapped an errant lover, and over there someone else's pent-up desire had spilled over in a frantic kiss, resonating strangely with opposing but complementary energies. Achingly familiar, that, and Ellie turned away. In that corner there, yet another profoundly intoxicated pair had wakened to the possibilities that lay between them for the first time, while across the room similar possibilities had been harshly denied.
And, of course, they had danced.
Awash in the vicarious passions of dozens of potent beings, mortal and immortal, Ellie found herself swaying where she stood, her body demanding an outlet for its reflexive, exuberant response.
With a wave of her hand, the DJ's booth came to life. She dared not turn the volume up as high as she would have preferred, lest the management or a curious passer-by come to investigate. But the music she chose was underscored by a powerful bass throb that hummed through the floor beneath her feet, a satisfying counterpoint to the insistent rhythm of her pulse.
Surrendering willingly to the beat, she danced, a picture of unconscious grace poised between light and darkness, the shadows playing intimately about her sensuous form.
Setting: Manor Ball Room
Status: Private - Ellie and Belial - Complete
Summary: A fortuitous encounter...or is it?
The Manor was lovely, but one room in particular had caught Ellie's fancy on her solitary tour. So, early in the afternoon of the 23rd, while the residents were busy with their Christmas preparations and the ground floor was quiet and all but deserted, she took the opportunity to slip into the empty ball room.
She raised the lights just enough to bring a gleam to the rich, polished hardwood of the floor and stood in the center of the room, breathing in its ambience. Being what she was, Ellie took a fierce delight in all the sensual pleasures of the world, and this place whispered to her of most of them: even after months standing empty, the room echoed with the subliminal memory of music and laughter, anger, drunkenness, and passions too wide and deep to have been left behind by ordinary men and women.
Here someone brimming over with suppressed violence had slapped an errant lover, and over there someone else's pent-up desire had spilled over in a frantic kiss, resonating strangely with opposing but complementary energies. Achingly familiar, that, and Ellie turned away. In that corner there, yet another profoundly intoxicated pair had wakened to the possibilities that lay between them for the first time, while across the room similar possibilities had been harshly denied.
And, of course, they had danced.
Awash in the vicarious passions of dozens of potent beings, mortal and immortal, Ellie found herself swaying where she stood, her body demanding an outlet for its reflexive, exuberant response.
With a wave of her hand, the DJ's booth came to life. She dared not turn the volume up as high as she would have preferred, lest the management or a curious passer-by come to investigate. But the music she chose was underscored by a powerful bass throb that hummed through the floor beneath her feet, a satisfying counterpoint to the insistent rhythm of her pulse.
Surrendering willingly to the beat, she danced, a picture of unconscious grace poised between light and darkness, the shadows playing intimately about her sensuous form.