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[i]Ominar, Victorious Secrets
Day 3: 9-am(ish)[/i]
interacting [@Tuujaimaa]'s Nabriales & [@13org]'s Corinna[/center][hr]

Damian was slightly startled by the sudden change in his surroundings, only confused momentarily before he remembered who owned this place. The purple mist that was his own body quickly coalesced back into his base appearance, seated before a vial of some sort of concoction, the effect it would likely have was an easy one to guess given the circumstance. However, Damian didn't particularly [i]want[/i] to drink it, both to avoid the wave of guilt that would likely hit him soon afterwards, but also because he had hardly felt satisfied after his attempt at feeding off of Ms. Corinna. 

With this in mind, he rose from the seat and proceeded to make his way towards the door, eyes searching the outside world for a good source of Vis. Approaching the door, he suddenly froze as he reached the handle, a thought cracking the haze of desire the hung heavy upon his mind. [color=Thistle][i]Should I really be doing this?[/i][/color] The thought hung heavy in the boy's mind as some part of him attempted to fight back against the desire that burned within him. His eyes turned back towards the potion that sat on the table for a moment, but it was quickly dismissed as he gripped the door handle once more. Yet again, the door remained closed as the thought of what happened to Corinna filled his mind, except without Nabriales intervention and with someone much less capable of fighting back. Would he be able to hold himself back when faced with such prey.

Staring at the door before him with a intense look of focus, Damian let out a soft sigh and a curse before releasing the handle, turning back around to the interior of the door with a seething hiss. Without Corinna's presence, he found his mind much less affected by the potion's intoxicating effect, but he also felt the burn of his stoked desires even more keenly with her absence. With a somewhat hobbled walk, he took a seat at the table, looking down at the potion with a look of disdain before grabbing it by the neck and popping off the top. With less than a moment's hesitation, he chugged the entire potion down his gullet without even stopping to taste it, before throwing the empty bottle onto the ground to shatter into pieces in a final act of defiance.

Looking down at the shattered remains of the bottle, Damian's face shifted slowly from one of frustration towards a look of horror and realization as he fully came to his senses. With a groan, he banged his head on the desk, feeling nothing but shame and embarassment. 

[color=Thistle]"Ugggggh. . . What did Mr. Nabriales force me to drink?"[/color] He muttered with a pathetic groan, shifting uncomfortably in his seat as the effects of Narbiales' potion hadn't fully vanished from his body. Emerald eyes gazed at the pile of shattered glass that lay near his desk, wondering a bit on his thoughts from the entire ordeal, though he could remember little of it clearly. The specifics of the situation where hidden by the haze of half-thoughts and distractions, the only thing he could really remember was what had been the center of his attention through out: Ms. Corinna. 

Thoughts of her body fluttered in and out of the haze with great clarity, from the deep red of her eyes, the blackness of her silken hair, the curves of her figure outlined by the elegant dress she wore, and most of all, that hungry look that she had given him. A look that one would expect from a she-wolf as she closed in on a young lamb separated from it's herd, and while it now terrified him, he could tell that under the potion's influence. . . he had been excited by it. Something about that look, that hungering, wanting look, had set his desire for her into over-drive, especially near the end. It didn't matter that she had attacked him, the mere fact that she had [i]wanted[/i] him in such a fashion seemed to override everything else. Even now, Damian couldn't help but feel a twinge in his chest as he thought about the woman, unsure of not only how to deal with these strange new feelings. . but how to go about his interactions with Ms. Corinna from now on. Because despite the fact that she had assaulted him, he still felt guilty and, perhaps strange still, somewhat at fault for causing her discomfort. Hell, he wasn't even sure if she even assaulted him, as the only thing he could quite recall from what happened was that she had him against the wall one moment, then he was suddenly trying to consume her Vis in the next, with everything in between being an indistinct haze of sorts.

It was during this state of confusion and questioning indecision that the object of his inner turmoil popped back into space not to far away, her back towards the young man who jumped in fright at her sudden appearance. Heart in his throat, Damian took a moment to calm his racing heart before announcing his presence with a slight vocalization, standing up from his seated position with his eyes remained fixated towards the ground, his hands pulling at the edges of his shirt as he spoke.

[color=Thistle]"U-u-u-uh. . . Ms. Corinna, I can understand if y-y-you want nothing more to do with me. I have n-n-no excuse for how I acted, especially when I at-t-tacked you like I did, p-p-potion or n-no potion. I just wanted to s-say that I'm t-truly sorry for my inappropriate behavior, and if there's anything I c-can do to make up for it."[/color] His eyes remained downward the whole time, unwilling to look at Ms. Corinna's face lest he lose his will to speak.