Creature of the Night

[Gavriil Petrokov]

((Note: This roleplay is a continuation of Why You so Speechless?))

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I'D ONLY EVER KISSED BEFORE . . .​

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Lilian's reaction to the Petrokov Manor was, Gavriil thought, very impressive. He noted the way her beautiful eyes widened in the moonlight, and smiled. Gavriil had never seen the sprawling house with such awe, but then he had lived there all his life. Still smiling widely, he took the woman's hand and led her gently inside. It was very late by this stage, and he didn't expect anyone to be awake. Gavriil didn't know how they would react if they were. He had always been known as the conservative one in the family, and bringing a strange beauty home late at night did not exactly fit this description. Nevertheless, Gavriil felt something he had never experienced before for this person he'd only just met.

Gavriil took Lilian into the house's grand dining room, and sat down with her at one end of the long oak table. He pulled out his wand and silently summoned a bottle of wine and two glasses. He didn't notice her astonishment; if he had he might have realised something very important. Something his family really wouldn't approve of.

 

[Lilian Petrokov]

I'LL PUT UP NO RESISTANCE. . . .​

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Letting Gavriil delicately take her hand, Lilian followed him into the place he was lucky to call home. Taking a seat at the glorious dining table she really felt out of place, though she didn't think much of it. It wasn't as if her suitors hadn't taken her 'some place nice' before. Besides, she had onty just met this young man and she didn't want to go crying to him about her financial situation, if you could call it that. Much to her astonishment Lilian watched as Gavriil summoned a bottle of wine alongside to glasses, blinking, she could barely comprehend what she was seeing, it couldn't be happening! But as she looked again she saw that it was in fact a reality, but she wasn't going to be so quick to believe that. Lilian reasoned with herself, trying to count back how many drinks she had that night. She came to the conclusion that she must have been really drunk. Shaking her head she became rather cautious of the situation. "None for me thanks, I think I've had quite enough" she said with a light laugh as she declined the drink.

Moving closer to Gavriil, she kissed him gently on the cheek and winked at him, one of the little mannerisms she just couldn't seem to shake. "Shall we?" she said, in her sultry voice as she took his hand in hers and made her way to what she thought was the bedroom, struggling to find her footing she leant against her new beau for support. As she kissed his lips once more she felt the passion and heat between them and she knew this was different to her usual exchanges. If she knew what it was, Lilian would have said that they were falling in love.

 

[Gavriil Petrokov]

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THEN IF ANYTHING GROWS . . .​

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Gavriil barely registered the look on Lilian's face as he casually poured a glass of wine. He wasn't used to the quantity of alcohol they had consumed that evening, and it showed. He did, however, recognise the wisdom of her words.
"Yes," he said vaguely in Russian, "perhaps I've had enough to drink too." It did occur to him that she might not understand this slip back into his native language, but the action of pushing his glass away made the meaning perfectly clear.

Gavriil remained absolutely motionless as Lilian leaned closer in towards him. He was very aware of the scent of her wine-tainted breath, and the way her lips parted ever so slightly as she leaned towards him. The moment passed with a gentle kiss, and Gavriil followed the woman as she stood dizzily up. Both were not quite sober enough to stride without support, but Gavriil was still rather more cabable of finding his way around.
"Stop darling," he said (in English), "that's the bathroom."

 

[Lilian Petrokov]

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THAT'S JUST ONE SMALL FRACTION OF THE MAIN ATTRACTION. . .​

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<SIZE size="50">Falling against Gavriil in a fit of drunken laughter she decided it was best he lead the way as she realised she really didn't know her way around the place and her spinning mind wasn't going to be of much use in the navigation. Lilian was suprised to understand everything her companion was saying, even in her drunken state, working through the cold Russian nights can't have been that bad for her afterall. Stumbling down the hallways, the beautiful building was wasted on her eyes, she only had one thing on her mind and she had to admit it wasn't the beauty of her surroundings. But as they reached the bedroom door her instincts took over as she fell onto the plush bed and pulled Gavriil down with her by the collar of his shirt and letting her plush lips plant a trail of kisses along his jawline and down his neck. Her dark hair fell back in a cascade along the perfectly pressed sheets and a smile twitched at her lips.

Of all the nights she had spent, this would be the one she would remember forever, though she didn't yet know it, she would carry around the evidence for quite some time afterwards. None of the consequences made an appearance in her mind though, as her body had well and truly taken over. The night was their's now and there would be no more interruptions for herself and the man she was falling in love with more with each passing moment they spent together.

 

[Gavriil Petrokov]

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IT ONLY LEADS TO TROUBLE
AND . . .​

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Gavriil, sight blurring with the unfamiliar quantity of alcohol he had consumed, lead Lilian meekly through the twisting hallways to his bedroom. He was vaguely aware that he would probably be frowned on by his parents, but didn't really care. The young Russian was infatuated as he'd never been before, enthralled by the charms of his new-found love. He had no idea just how much trouble this would lead to, no idea of the unspoken rules he had broken by bringing the Muggle here. He, in blissful naivety, had assumed she was a witch because so was every other person he knew. The full extent of this misconception he would only realise until later. Much later, when they were too far in to turn back.

Gavriil leaned heavily on Lilian, who leaned on him in turn. They staggered dizzily down the corridor, and the night spun with the dizzying streamers of their bliss. The young man shoved at the door he knew was his own, collapsing into the sumptious room. He wobbled to his feet, and stopped abruptly.
"Oh."

 

[Isaak Petrokov]

As Isaak's feet landed with a light 'thump' on the freshly carpeted floor of the living room as he apparated back home and a smile pricked at his lips. He loved the Petrokov manor and felt truly blessed to live in such a home. Feeling his back pocket for his wand, the young man picked up a blood red apple from the fruit bowl and threw it up into the air before catching it and taking a bite. However, the usual crunch noise normally associated with this movement seemed to lose effect as Isaak's ears tuned in to something much more interesting going on down the hall, where he knew his twin brother's wing to be located. Lightly placing the apple down on the dining room table he noticed the opened bottle of alcahol and reached for his wand. "Lumos" he muttered to himself as the space around him was instantly illuminated and he traced the hallway of the home that would someday be passed down to him by his father. Isaak's twin brother had never exactly been the most worthy of the pair, Gavriil was something else to Isaak. Not what the Petrokov family would want in a leader, there was something about him that simply wasn't strong enough, and the fact that he knew more English than any of the family did was something that irked the head of the family to be.

As his footsteps moved closer to the clear 'Oh' noises coming from his brother's bedroom, a cheeky smile pulled the corner of his lips up towards his cheeks, the kind of look that was quite often seen upon his face when he was up to no good. There was no way he was going to let his innocent brother get away with bedding a girl in the manor without telling him first. Gently pushing the door of the bedroom open, Isaak's cheeky smile turned to a grin as he spotted just what he hoped he would. A girl. "Gavriil! Is that you I see with a beautiful woman!" he hollered in flawless Russian, completely oblivious to the fact that the young woman his brother was kissing hardly knew the basics and wouldn't understand a lick of what he was saying. "Well I never." he said, shaking his head in slight disbelief, Isaak was usually the one picking up beautiful women, in fact he hadn't once seen his slightly younger twin brother bring one home. "Quite pretty." he said, continuing the private Russian conversation with his brother and winking towards Lilian before shoving his hands into his pockets and leaning back against the opposite wall as if he were spectating on the events that were about to unfold.

"When were you going to tell me about this one, huh bro?" he teased. "Or were you just going to keep her all to yourself?" he said with another wink. The woman was rather beautiful in Isaak's opinion and he would have been lucky to find such a lady. He still couldn't fathom how Gavriil had managed to pick her up, most of the witches would want a little personality, at least someone who had a way with the ladies, which his brother most certainly did not. Clapping his hands together just once and rubbing them slightly he turned to leave, but just before he did he picked up the woman's pale hand and kissed it delicately before shooting a smirk towards his brother and sauntering out of the room to take care of some important paperwork in his father's office. "You kids have fun." he continued in Russian as his voice trailed off with a chuckle as he walked down the hall, not realising that he had let Lilian see his wand fully lit up, and certainly not realising she was a dirty muggle, or he never would have let her in the house in the first place.​

 

[Gavriil Petrokov]

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AND THAT'S JUST ONE SMALL FRACTION . . .​

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Gavriil's quiet exclamation had been due to his twin brother's sudden appearance; the young man was totally thrown by this in his drunken state.
"Isaak?" He said with trepidation. True enough, Gavriil had never taken a girl home before, and he didn't think his brother would mind, but you never knew with Isaak. He could certainly be unpredictable.
"Yes," he giggled in reply, "it is me you see . . ."
At the comment on her beauty Gavriil nodded vehemently, stroking Lilian's chin. To be honest, he didn't really know himself how he had scored such a wonder. He vaguely resolved to ask her when they were sober; why do you accept me?

He himself had no idea. But he smiled genially at Isaak's friendly teasing, not knowing how to respond, not really caring. He wished his brother would leave. There was certainly love between them, but the twins had been growing farther apart lately, for reasons neither of them consiously knew. Of course, neither had any idea how much the events to follow would affect them, tear them apart completely, break both hearts. Neither was aware of Lilian's blood status. The fact she was a filthy Muggle. And by the time Gavriil realised, it would be far too late. So he did not notice Lilian's astounded, befuddled face when she saw Isaak's lighted wand: he was just glad when his sibling turned to leave.

"Now," he said to Lilian, switching flawlessly to English, "where were we?"

 

[Lilian Petrokov]

Lilian was surprised when she noticed the presence of somebody else in the room, and she immediately stopped kissing her lover, even more surprised to see what looked like an exact copy of her Gavriil standing at the door with what looked like a torch, or something of the sort. Blinking a few times, she tried to convince herself that her own drunken state wasn't making her see double. But as she listened, or at least tried, it seemed as though the Russian speakers weren't the same person, and perhaps were twin brothers, something the muggle hadn't encountered too often, she had only ever known one pair of twins. It only reminded her how much she still had to learn about Gavriil, she didn't even know he had a twin brother, yet she was ready to share his bed with him. Lilian wasn't exactly a saint, and she had done this many a time before, but something about it seemed wrong, perhaps because somewhere inside of her, she felt for Gavriil, like perhaps he would be more to her than just a one night stand.

The relation of Gavriil's seemed a whole lot more tense, almost angry at her presence, perhaps jealous, she wouldn't have been all too surprised if that was the case, Gavriil didn't seem like the type to be bringing home beautiful girls such as herself, despite knowing only a little Russian, the black haired woman seemed to gather that this 'Isaak' had the same sort of idea about her lover. But she didn't want to get all too caught up in all of the politics of their relationship. Mainly because she doubted she would want to get to know Isaak anyway. He seemed like a jerk, and she had only known him a few minutes. So, when he finally left the room, a wicked smile played upon her red stained lips as Gavriil spoke perfect English. "I don't know..." she teased, "Why don't you show me" she suggested, her hands resting heavily on his chest, and her breath hot in his ear. At least she would have her way tonight, she could deal with meeting the family in the morning, when she was a little more sober.

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Lilian awoke to the ungodly sound of birds chirping ringing through her ears, the all too apparent hangover thick on her mind. She hardly remembered where she was, only that she had alot to drink that night, and by the looks of it, had her way with the young man who was half naked with a stupid grin on his face in bed next to her. Pulling a large shirt from the ground, she loosely buttoned it up, happy that it covered her underwear, and rubbing her head she blinked her eyes, adjusting to the harsh morning light. "I could do with a coffee." she said bluntly, remembering her companion's name was Gavriil, as the night before slowly came back into her memory, but she wasn't focused on that at the moment, all she cared about was being rid of the throbbing hangover pain in her head.​

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[Gavriil Petrokov]

THRILL ME, CHILL ME, FULFILL ME

Gavriil smiled sleepily as he woke, tangled in sheets, one arm softly around Lilian. Then he groaned. The young Russian could not remember ever being so drunk in his entire life, and certainly never had he experienced such a hangover. But then, his mind was purged for the moment, of anything but the night's events and the beautiful, wonderful girl in his arms. He was certain now. This wasn't just a single night of fornication: it was true love. He'd never before felt like this about a girl, like his heart was bursting with how amazing she was. And certainly never after one date. Not that that had exactly been a date . . .

Unlike Lilian, Gavriil was a romantic. He believed in love; he also believed in coffee.
"Would coffee . . . fix this?" He was talking about his headache, the one that felt like it was splitting his skull with an ice-cold axe. However, Gavriil was in a better state than his companion: he had remembered enough about her to speak in English, rather than Russian. He also recalled his absolute failure to conjure a condom the previous evening. Gavriil yawned, tumbled out of bed and began groping for clothes in draws that suddenly seemed unfamiliar to him. The other residents of the house would not appreciate him wandering around half-naked.

Finally dressed, Gavriil gave Lilian one more passionate kiss before making for the door. He pushed her back into the bed gently as she moved to get up, murmuring "stay here, darling. I'll get the coffee."