#& ㅤ * ㅤ aeliana interactionsㅤ ╰ ㅤ ft valentine

[sirendancer]

[ inspection ] sender holds receiver's face while inspecting an injury they got @val3ntines

it was almost a cruel sort of irony she'd been cursed with. immortality, and yet her injuries wouldn't heal unless she harvested yet another soul to do so. she was tired, and in a brief moment of exhaustion she'd underestimated one of her 'clients'. the next day she was sore, irritated, and so not in the mood for the warlock to suddenly make an appearance at her hotel door.

"wow, you sure know how to make a girl feel special." she murmured, fighting the urge to flinch at his sudden touch. the concern in his gaze was surprising, dark brown hues searching his gaze in confusion.

[sirendancer]

it was inevitable that she spot him in the room, even if she wasn't searching for easy prey. he was one of the rare few that could command such a presence as she, even despite his looks he would manage to just from the sheer power that emanated from him. valentine was one of the few minds she couldn't bend to her will, though she had tried many times ( and likely would again ) it was easy to hear the thought he allowed, ruby stained lips curved into a smirk. stepping closer to the warlock her hips swayed, head cocking to the side as she made eye contact with him. she didn't need words to express her thoughts. of course.

her display of sensuality is as elegant as always, the center of attention for every man in the room (and, hell, some of the women). aeliana truly knows what she's doing employing herself here — doubts she ever goes hungry. when her eyes at last meet his, undoubtedly in search of her next target, valentine smiles; lifts his drink in silent welcome. usually, he protects his mind, magic cloaking his thoughts entirely from her kind — but tonight, for just a moment, he leaves himself open, allows a thought to slip through unfiltered in the event that she tries to read it. you're as opportunistic as ever, i see.

[sirendancer]

"a roll of eyes, though the corners of her lips twitched upwards ever so slightly. his words shouldn't appease her as easily as they do - but it's rare for her to spend time with those who know her. as easily as one could ever know her. valentine had become a constant in her life, appearing every century of so. though she remained reluctant to teaching him exactly how she is the way she is. "i should keep you around more often." she joked wryly, wincing as she moved to tug the top of her shirt, exposing her bruised shoulder. "i will remind you that under normal circumstances this would not be necessary."

"someone needs to," he counters lightly, turning her face just a bit more to examine the severity of her injuries. if it didn't kill him to see a woman beaten and battered, he'd say she almost looks good this way — all her siren beauty marred and made imperfect, vulnerable. as she continues to look at him, he turns the touch into a drag of his knuckles across her cheekbone. "medeor." watches as the bruises coloring her face fade before his eyes; smiles at his work. "there she is. where else did they hurt you? let me help."