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Post by Darkduskk on Jun 7, 2006 13:06:59 GMT -5
Another cool day was ending now and the soft colors that painted the sky seemed to etch their glow into every surface they could find. Oranges, pinks, yellows: they all made the sky seem like sherbet.
Fate strolled casually down the streets on this pleasant eve. His eyes nearly closed and his lips parted in the much needed lack of stress. It was so nice to be released from duties, if even for a small bit of time.
The leather duster that was left to hang from his shoulders hardly made a sound as he walked - only the soft clap of his shoes and the scrap of his pants on the sidewalk gave him any signature sound. Both hands were tucked intro he pockets of his jacket and his face as nearly concealed by the standing collar of the black leather piece.
Only a warm cup of sugar doused coffee would complete his solace now.
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Post by firefly on Jun 7, 2006 13:17:57 GMT -5
Going in the opposite direction was Mel, a short hourglass figured korbatian woman. Mel didn’t care for sunlight at ALL, it being a signature feature of the korbatian race, god, the diurnal people thought they just owned the world didn’t they? Just because there were more of them dribble dribble… yes sunlight tended to make her sulk. Even shielded behind her powerful rayban glasses she still had to squint, from the burning merciless sun.
The short black hair spiked in different directions, even jutting from under her head band. Hats would never do, not just because they didn’t suit her face, but because her large, cat-shaped ears always got in the way. Her hands were tucked away with her crossed arms. There were two things she hated more than the sun and chilly weather she had yet to find them. Although her usual grin never left her cupid’s bow slightly pouted lips.
The individual she passed caught her lusting eye, just enough to slow her pace.
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Post by Darkduskk on Jun 7, 2006 13:27:11 GMT -5
Fate was no exception to the sin of Lust. The curved shape and pouting lips of the female that slowed herself cuased him to to do the same. A wry smile crept crass his parted lips as he dipped her head in a faint greeting, his ears also perking forward in her direction showed that this character was one who quickly got his attention.
"Evening, Miss," he cooed, his voice easy and flowing. It almost had the texture of silk - at least it would if it could be touched.
He was nearly at a stop as she walked on, and in a show of courtesy, Fate stepped to the side somewhat as not to block her path of travel or even disturb it.
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Post by firefly on Jun 7, 2006 13:47:36 GMT -5
“Evening yehself” the lady nodded, her own voice matched her short and small body, gentle, but much to her eternal irritation, like a pixie’s donning the native Brittish sounding accent of southern mystery island. The dusty rose lips parted slightly as the smirk evolved into a full grin.
She took advantage of his slowing down to greet curling her fingers around the band of her glasses to pull them away from her eyes, to be able to see him without the amber tint. The eyes were strange black cornea and red irises, garnet on obsidean. “Do you have a name?”
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Post by Darkduskk on Jun 7, 2006 14:05:48 GMT -5
"Fate," he spoke simply, coming to a halt as his own sly smile grew to her interesting voice.
Turning to face her completely, he examined her eyes finding them much like his own. Black corneas, what a find. It seemed such a rare trait. "And you? What would be the name of a fair creature such as you?"
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Post by firefly on Jun 7, 2006 14:19:42 GMT -5
“a fair creature like me” she giggled, although in her mind, it was a nice change from the term “whore” really. Mel set her hand under her chin “Name’s Melancholy” she a leaned popping a hip to the side thoughtfully. “But please, Call me Mel”.
Mel wasn’t always the best at paying attention, but once his name sunk in, she found it a bit… different. He had the same strange eyes as herself, maybe he had Korbatian heritage. “Fate hm?.... that’s a nice name?” she let it run off her lips like cool water, as if she were trying to get the feel of it.
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Post by Darkduskk on Jun 7, 2006 14:33:53 GMT -5
"Melancholy?" he raised a brow, "Seems rather, ironic. Though things never do seem as they are."
"Fate fits well enough, Mel, though a rose by another other name would smell as sweet, yes?"
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Post by Darkduskk on Jun 7, 2006 14:34:19 GMT -5
((Ew. Short post. Lack of creativity. Major brain fart.))
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Post by firefly on Jun 7, 2006 14:47:13 GMT -5
"Ironic? No." She shook her head with a further grin, she was slowly revealing her shameless nature in the midst of unfamiliar company "you just haven't seen me when I'm drunk is all"
"But as for the rose" she held up her palm despatching a bit of smoke in the shape of the said flower "whether it be a boquet or an individual, would it only be more of the same?" She blew it out like a candle.
"would that even be a bad thing if it were?" she took a few steps closer.
((no worries, I enjoy all the same ;3 ))
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Post by Darkduskk on Jun 7, 2006 17:51:33 GMT -5
He chuckled to her first statement, alcohol seemed to influence nearly everyone. That much was true.
"I suppose," he started, "that it may happen to be the opinion of whoever had the rose, or boquet, in their posession." He made no motion to her nearing steps, only his wry smile grew.
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Post by firefly on Jun 7, 2006 18:07:50 GMT -5
“Hm…” she trailed a hand along his jacket. Mel had a way of looking rude because people couldn’t really tell if she was listening or not. She called this the “mirror writing” affect, she affectionately named it within her own mind as, once she had seen a documentary on DaVinci. The more it seemed like she was paying attention, the less focused she truly was.
“Those are…” She looked up at his face again with an analytical expression “Odd eyes you have there… if I may say so. Most people I’ve seen with eyes like that are more nocturnal folk… which makes me think that it’s strange that you don’t seem to need sunglasses or anything”. She grinned ear from ear.
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Post by Darkduskk on Jun 7, 2006 18:19:30 GMT -5
"Well then, perhaps it's not just my eyes that are... Odd."
"Even so..." one of his own hands slipped out from the pocket it was tucked in and gently took her fingertips into a light hold - the ones which had trailed near the leather of his jacket. "I hope you don't mind my lack of shades."
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Post by firefly on Jun 7, 2006 18:33:06 GMT -5
She saw him take her finger tips, it was getting a lot easier to see now that the sun was lowering underneith the horizon. With there being a lack of sunlight to burn her eyes she no longer had to squint. Again, as a korbat, both large ears and large eyes were a natural trait, but alas she was a bit… nearsighted in sunlight.
Mel giggled again “cold, aren’t they?” Her skin was cold. As wax, for a matter of fact, not with the gross and clammy texture but there was no body heat in the woman. However the addrenilenne rush she got from lust was enough to keep a blush in her cheeks.
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Post by Darkduskk on Jun 7, 2006 18:43:10 GMT -5
"Yes," he stated quite bluntly, he was an honest man. "But not unbecoming, mind you."
He was growing curious of her. Her eyes seeming much more vibrant in the dieing light. As the sun gave way to the moon, Fate also couldn't help but feel slightly escited with the situation. Two strangers, for the most part, chatting nothings between themselves. Awkward, but again, not unwelcomed.
"I hope you'll forgive my boldness, Mel," His eyes turning from hers and glancing to her feminine fingers that he held in his. His thumb brushing over the tops of the digits with a near feather softness, "But I must ask: To what do I owe the pleaure of your warm presence."
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Post by firefly on Jun 7, 2006 18:58:03 GMT -5
She paused thoughtfully “hm… ah, there’s a question. The simple answer is my wanting a taste of those lips of yours” she leaned in letting her own lips hover above his. “But in the long run who’s to say?” She shrugged a bit “It could be my feeding my own natural curiousity”
She continued “or perhaps I’m over complicating it and it’s just simply a natural strong physical desire I have.” Mel casted her eyes to the ground as if it were a meaningful gesture, he seemed naturally inclined to be suspicious. “But my focus of the now is simply a kiss” she kissed him softly.
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