The Wizarding World's Solemn Hour

[Sage Dezure]

Sage winced at the slight pain but it wasn't in discomfort. She smirked wickedly and continued to kiss him, both arms sliding around him to hold on tightly. Her fingers rest flat, her eyes closed, and her skin warmed. "Master," she whispered in his ear.

[Lord Voldemort]

Voldemort let out a grunt at her words, a rather unlordly grunt. His lips landed on her neck, kissng the soft flesh, nipping at it. He did this all across her shoulder, his hand on her back running lazily up her spin.

[Sage Dezure]

Sage moaned and tightened her arms around him, her breath coming out a bit more shallow, her pale skin easily marked along her neck. Trembles entered her body as she pressed her lips against his skin.

[Lord Voldemort]

"Eager, are we?" Voldemort whispered, his lips moving against her skin as he spoke. He could feel the trembles, and he chuckled. She always acted as though it was the first time over again. His lips went back to her neck, finding her pulse, he nippd at it, watching in facination as the skin turned a pale red.

[Sage Dezure]

Sage bit her bottom lip and her arms moved from his shoulders to his waist as she held on. Her eyes closed as she leaned her forehead against his shoulder. The girl's hair was brushed over one shoulder, and her tank top did little to cover her arms and shoulders. A small smile touched her lips at his words and chuckle.

[Lord Voldemort]

Voldemort pulled back and gazed at Sage, his eyes blank, hiding his feelings. Her hands felt odd on his waist, they were too warm, he was too cold. They were opposites, his skin tingled at her warmth, and his red eye looked down at her hands.

[Sage Dezure]

Sage moved her hands away, resting her head on his chest. She closed her eyes, thinking. "My Lord," she glanced up at him, "would using the Inferi spell work on getting the information from Dezure?" apparently her error earlier was still bothering her.

[Lord Voldemort]

Voldemort smirked at the change of subject matter. He did not hold her, merely let her rest against him, hisown arms falling to his side as he pondered her question. "No inferi do not speak, they are nothing but the empty vessel controlled by magic."

[Sage Dezure]

She sighed and nodded quietly. Sage then pulled her knees up to her chest, curling up against him as she looked around. Her expression was relaxed and her eyes moved to examine the Dark mark upon her arm. Many would call it ugly, something that should never grace skin as fair as hers. She believed differently.

[Lord Voldemort]

Voldemort stared blankly at the wall across from ihim, as he allowed Sage to rest against his chest. Plans and thoughts swam through his mind, demanding his attention. He looked down at Sages arm and watched her admire the dark mark upon her skin. "Magnificent, isnt it?" Voldemorts voice sounded strange after the silence, like he disturbed some sacred place. Good, he disliked sacred places.

[Sage Dezure]

She glanced at him, startled after the brief lapse into silence. A small smirk touched her lips as she nodded, folding her arm across her stomach. The mark was still visible by the edges and she sighed. Just the magic within it was powerful. Sage waited a few more moments, letting the silence take over again, before she turned and kissed his lips lightly.

[Lord Voldemort]

Voldemorts lips did not move against hers as she kissed his lips, but remained stationary. He was not a huge fan of affection, infact he hated affection and that seemed to be what she wanted. She like so, lik so many others it seemed, wanted to make him a special lover, to make love, nt have sex. He frowned at the thought.

[Sage Dezure]

Sage soon pulled back and curled up again, closing her eyes. What was she thinking. It was uncalled for, her actions. Immediately her face became a mask, emotionless and frozen its is cold delicacy. She was a nobody to him, she knew that. Her life was disposable.

[Lord Voldemort]

Voldemort watchd her with curiosity as her demor changed yet again. He had come to learn at a young age that woman's moods could switch rapidly, rather annoying really. "Sulking does not suit you." He said, once again breaking the silence.

[Sage Dezure]

Sage glanced at him. Ah, so he caught that. She mumbled a sorry and tilted her chin up, looking at the ceiling and walls. Her knees continued to stay tucked beneath her, hiding her legs. Her bare arms glowed with health and radiance. The only flaw noticeable at this time was her eyes. She looked worn, tired and upset. Perhaps she wasn't as happy as she made it appear.