Lanister fell backwards, yelping in surprise as Nevayah leaped on him spontainously. She wrapped her arms around his neck as she lay there on top of him, staring down at him with ever-increasing love. And then she said the words that made his heart stop in his chest: I want to mary you too! She spoke it with such emotion, such joy, it was as if she had been fantasizing about this moment for months... He stared up at the wonderful, beautiful. Overjoyed face of his lover, but he did not smile. He could not. It wouldn't be able to express the absolute joy he felt in her reciprocating his feelings. When she began kissing up and down his face and neck, Lanister didn't even think about stopping her. Every time her lips left his skin, he placed one on hers, the neck, lips, cheek-bones... He was sure his love for her had transcended calculate-ability and passed into a room beyond infinity... He knew now that no matter what happened to either of them, he would love her with as much zeal as he did right now. As they lay there in the dirt, just cuddling and kissing, whispering "I love you"'s back and forth, Lanister's eye had caught the way they'd came and a dark red blush washed over his face. What if someone saw them like this...? They'd most certainly get the wrong I idea if they were lucky and if they weren't... they'd get the right idea and they'd find themselves in another cage...
"Nevayah..." Lanister said after their lips met once more... "Nevayah...." *kiss* "...not..." *kiss* "here..." He struggled to sit up, to gently push his bride-to-be away just enough so they could retain their barrings. If she still did not stop, Lanister would reach over, place his hands on either sides of her face and kiss her solidly, long, until he ran out of breath. He pulled away so the very tiniest space was between them. "N-not out here...." he mumbled, glancing behind them into the streets, kissing her again. "When we get home... My beautiful wife..." he snickered at that, not at all intimidated by the idea of marriage. He wanted so badly to keep doing what they was doing... If only it didn't draw attention... If she then retracted, Lanister would get to his feet and smile the most radiant smile at his betrothed. He took his hand in hers once again, feeling a sort of warm tingling blast through his body just at the mere touch of her...It was the most unfortunate thing that they were on a mission tonight...
They came to the door not half-an-hour later, Lanister slipping 3 things from the sleeve of his coat: 2 vials, one empty and one filled with his blood, and an almost hair-thin needle. He handed both the vial and the needle to Nevayah, pausing for a moment before kissing her once more. He couldn't help it... she had made him so happy tonight... He winked at her with his cutest expression before knocking on the door in a specific pattern along the outside of the worn wood before knocking the center, a signal that he was bringing in someone new to do business. Silence for several moments, almost long enough to believe that he might have put the code in wrong, but then, he heard the muffled voice of his merchant inside.
Do you swear on behalf of this newcomer that they shall not disrupt nor expose our operations, and that the merchandise they bring will always be valuable?
"Yes." Lanister said flatly, not a single speck of anything other than confidence in his voice.
Silence.
.....Then Proceed... What do have for me today, kid? If Nevayah had finished taking her blood, Lanister would gesture for her to hand it to him before he slipped his blood into the slot near the bottom of the door. "The usual...." He paused, notching Nevayah's vial half-in and half-out of the slot. "And something new. This blood is not the same as mine, no, it's a counterpart, the best miracle-cure you'll ever see... And yes, it must be ingested." Another pause. One could hear, if they leaned their ears up against the door, screaming, chains rattling, a cork popping somewhere... and then silence...
....What do you want? Lanister would glance back at the lovely woman that was Nevayah, his eyes asking if she had any input. If not, Lanister would turn back to the door, straight-faced.
"Two rings. Gold. Diamond. Fit for a wedding." Almost immediately after he made the request, two *thunks* could be heard at the bottom of the slot. When Lanister dug around and withdrew his hands, he held two radiant, albeit a little dirty, gold rings topped with small diamonds perfect for their fingers.
The Man behind the door was a smart business man. He knew when a good deal was out there and the pair were certainly getting far less than they traded with in the long run. Because he knew they'd keep coming back and he knew he'd be the most powerful merchant in the city if he controlled their blood.
Only one Transaction every 24 hours. Have a nice night. And with that, it was over. Lanister turned around to face his beloved, a ring in each hand and he smiled softly, walking back over to her.
"So... my love... what are you doing out here, on a night like this...?" He asked, clearly playing with her.
