A Heart so Cold

Isla would not realise that they had arrived into a study for some time. Indeed, her senses were almost entirely focused on the Bloodfiend at her side, his voice filling her ears and acting as a compass in the darkness. "Is that so? What is it that you fear, Captain?" she wanted to know, arching an eyebrow up to where she thought he was. "A powerful tool it might be, but only if you know how to master it. Fear left unchecked is a dangerous thing." That might explain why she forced her breathing to slow and her senses to reach out as Archebold stepped away, leaving her to drown in the black. "...The room smells like books," she said slowly, closing her eyes at last; it was disorientating, trying to blink through the darkness. "And a window is open... there--" Cut off by his hand grasping her own, her fingers danced across the piano keys before pressing down, the low notes echoing moodily throughout the room. "I would have said a library... but this must be a study, surely." Her breath hitched in her throat at the touch of his hands against her hips, at his lips against her ear, and her heart hammered with something not-quite-pleasurable as she was turned around. Whatever Archebold said, the darkness belonged to him. No matter how many senses she engaged or how much she opened herself to it, Isla would be forever at his mercy in the shadows. And he knew it. "I see you," she all but whispered, fingertips dancing over the curve of his jaw, the sharp prick of his fangs. "And I see I have made a very grave misstep." There was nowhere to go - Isla's eyes fluttered open again and she floundered to step to the side, but was unsuccessful. Archebold leaned in, his lips cold against her neck, and she inhaled sharply. "No--" She fought him, not that it did much - the sharp pierce of his teeth and the strong grip on her shoulders restricted her movement in a remarkably effective way. Tears pricked in her eyes and she found herself frozen in the Ascended's grip, every muscle held tense. Until suddenly it wasn't. Isla melted into it after a few moments, though it was as if she had gone somewhere else in her mind. Her breath was soft and shaking, her hands gripping his shirt tightly, caught between pushing him away and pulling him closer. Isla the flesh is weak