[Imperial Forum] Wandering the Pristine Streets

[Charlane Lestat]

Spring of Era XIII PF, First Cycle of Cryxatum
Paradigm: New Nation Discovered

Charlane giggled girlishly, arms wrapped lavishly around whatever-his-name's neck, as they, as one, stumbled forward. Her hands were limply grazing the back of his neck, whether it be to stop her from drunkenly collapsing, or in the sudden like the couple had for one another. They had no destination, but were strapped together, his sturdy arm around her slender waist. A slender waist, not because of her fantastic figure, which was actually mildly boyish, but lean because of a lack of food to eat. She had however, accumulated some curves in her rear end and breasts because of her drinking habits. The human man that guided her down the path paused to twirl her, “ah princess,” he threw out in a girl’s voice. This made her break out in wild laughter midtwirl, and she fell to the ground. Woolen clothes deranged, she leaned forward, unaware she was flashing the roundness of her breasts, “you’re ridicul-“ she paused, “loooose” and burst out laughing again. The man, whose eyes twinkled with alcohol and boyish mischief leaned forward, and trying not to fall, made a bow. He then put out his strong hand, and Lane’s slender fingers accepted. He pulled her close and began to sing gaudy tavern songs. “Ah Charlieee,” he gauffed,

“er’s my story, tis sad but true
its about a gel
that I once knew
she ‘ook my loveee
and ran around
ith ‘very lad in town…”

He dipped her, while gyrating his hips to his tune and Lane’s head was thrown back in happiness. His charm warmed her and she boldly moved her head closer to his. A cool breeze trickled through the elaborately decorated surroundings of the Imperial Forum as the human’s expression changed. Hardly more serious though. In fact, Lane’s cheeks were rosy with her giddiness, and his lips were still tilted with alcohol’s memory as they somehow ended up in the Imperial quarters.

“It ‘ould probably be ‘roe romantic if I knew ‘er name,” Charlane choked before his brows raised and he pecked her wetly on the lips and in ballerina fashion, twirled himself. Lane merely laughed. This night was not unlike the others.