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Post by Darkduskk on Jun 7, 2006 19:24:04 GMT -5
A kiss, what a grand surprise. The least of which he expected, he wasn't about t retort though. A light purr seeped from his vocals though it ceased as soon as she pulled away. "That was certainly pleasant, to say the very least." Fate seemed slightly distant though he was certainly not struck away by the caress of her lips on his.
His eyes were narrowed in a coy manner and the parted grin that he wore hardly faded though it shifted partially into something ...else. Something more mature. "How's the taste...?"
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Post by firefly on Jun 7, 2006 19:33:18 GMT -5
Mel glanced skyward as if she were seriously considering, even licked her lips “I think I rather liked it”. Whenever she caught the the feeling of desire, she was almost a sin personified, although she really did mean well in the long run. Her whims really did control her actions.
“I don’t feel so cold now… how ‘bout you?” She asked with a wily grin. ((Sorry that was a bit short ^^; ))
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Post by Darkduskk on Jun 8, 2006 1:06:49 GMT -5
((No worries. Short posts are my middle name today >.> ))
"I'm glad." he stated simply in reply to her answer. Blinking slowly and gathering himself mentally, he wondered what the chances of this situation occuring really were. Must've been slim to nothing, however, Fate often found himself in those once-in-a-lifetime sort of predicaments. Pleasing or not, he had a knack for hiting that unikely note.
"I've been feeling rather warm since I first laid eyes on you this eve." Fate was feeling genuinely placid, this being the first time in a long time. Yet all the same, she made his body tingle with its natural drugs - it was an awkward sensation to say the least, but he liked it all the same. And, for the first time in his life, at least that he could remember, he wished this ... well, whatever it was between himself and Mel - would last for quite some time.
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Post by firefly on Jun 17, 2006 16:07:12 GMT -5
Flattering words, he seemed to know how to play them in the way that he wanted really. She placed a hand over her mouth and giggled again, the way she behaved, sometimes Mel, in retrospect would wonder if she wasn't doing herself any favors in the sense that she could make herself look bad. On the other hand, it seemed to keep people thinking she was interested, as she had done with clients at one point to hook them in.
It was a habit that stook even in every day interaction "why thank you, I'm afraid I’m still as cold as ever, though". Mel folded her wings a bit, as she did when she wasn't walking, all a matter of using those awful things to balance when you walk, the way people talked, what a thrill it must have been to be able to fly, but not in the city. Too much smog in the air, and it was about as physically demanding as it was to run, as easy as television shows made it look.
However an individual such as the current company, it kept her curious the fact that he had made no attempt to recoil from her unusually open approaches. He wasn't exactly a sore in a thumb, actually beyond the eyes she didn't see any other strange qualities. But those eyes… she had only seen one sort of person with eyes like this. "I hope you don't think me strange for asking about this, but… what are you? Are you some sort of vampire?"
Whatever the reason was, she felt uncomfortable of running into more of her own kind. Much less admitting herself to a stranger without cause, as if this weren't strangely bold even for her.
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Post by Darkduskk on Jun 19, 2006 18:35:00 GMT -5
He made as if he were about to frown to her first statement; though, his lips never fully became a straight line. Then she brought up the eyes again. Were black corneas so rare to her and what importance did they hold? Surely, they were strange, he'd be the first to admit it, but they weren't displeasing either. Then again, that was only his opinion. He rather liked his eyes, he rather liked heres. Garnet on obsidian - they were quite the stones, and their colors made quite the pair. Especially in her glistening eyes. It was neat to see the black in someone else's. He felt as if he were looking into a distorted mirror.
"No, Mel. I'm not a vampire. I hope I'm not dissappointing you by saying such. I'm... a hybrid of sorts. These eyes are just a useful mutation, nothing more."
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Post by firefly on Jun 20, 2006 9:11:50 GMT -5
His expression with the frown gave her a different sort of grin, sort of a back peddle. It wasn’t something she did very often so she looked in such a way as if she hadn’t heard the last thing he said “I hope I did not offend in asking, I rather like your eyes”. Mel was still a bit curious as to what type of hybrid he was refferring to so the catty little grin on her lips grew even further, and she was almost tempted to ask. But self restrain dictated otherwise, however curiousity in itself was a curious thing itself, it had a hold on the mind with the individual woman the same as it would a certain “dead cat” the same adrienillene rush as any one person would get from bungy jumping, a thrill of the chase.
She pulled the necklace she always wore around her neck, lacing the very thin golden chain around her finger, with her own real little garnet stone hanging off in the slacking chain. It was a habit, she was a creature of habit but she smiled at him “No, I’m not disappointed, it was just me asking questions when I shouldn’t is all. But another question… what do you mean by useful? Does it improve your sight?”
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Post by Darkduskk on Jun 21, 2006 7:07:30 GMT -5
He could almost smell the feline nature wafting off of her like the hot aroma of freshly made pie on the 'American family's window sill. Not to mention it was painted on her like a hot pink. He wondered if he was all that interesting or if she was just luring him ito think she was all the interested. He pushed that particular thought away quickly enough and deemed it nothing more than result of his paranoia.
"Useful as in, just that. The mutation could have mad me blind, or my vision could be cloudy. It doesn't improve my sight by much - though I must admit, night is rather comforting."
As he mentioned night, he turned his gaze from her and looked toward the sky. Grinning with an easiness that he hadn't shown before. The sun was almost laid to rest in its earthly grave and now the stars could be seen with no effort, freckling the black velvet of the night in all their spotting glory. Even the moon had come to reclaim its heaveny reign, shining brightly in its largest phase - it's orb complete this time. It reminded him of the precious stone usually found on the tops of scepters held by any king or queen - or nobleman for that matter. Truly a piece for any dragon's hoard.
He turned his head back to her, his smile never faltering. "I'm rather bored with all this talk about me though. What about you're pretty eyes, hm? Surely there's a tale behind them."
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Post by firefly on Jun 25, 2006 18:08:32 GMT -5
Ah, if that hadn’t been a new one for old ears to hear. A little trick of the trade she had learned rather quickly that in order to be charming, what you often had to do with most was ask questions about them. For Mel this wasn’t particularly difficult, being naturally curious. But the question in of itself weighed on the corner of her lips so that she did frown ever so slightly, and briefly. However, it made her feel silly, not seeing this question coming.
She watched him for a minute then smiled again, a sharp one he was. She was beginning to wonder if he was edging her to something in particular whether it was an answer to a certain question he dare not ask blatantly or something a little bit different.
The checked in “other” box, as it was named. It was a narrowed down question in her own mind “answer honestly, or lie….”. Although she had a feeling he would catch on, most people didn’t pursue the subject after the first answer. “Well” She responded “It’s a bit of a long story, I was just at the wrong place at the wrong time is all” she giggled behind that small hand in a strangely out of place expression of demure emotion.
Almost like a record scratching and coming to an unpleasant sounding halt she then realized what he had said… mutation. She’d be wondering about that one for a while.
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Post by Darkduskk on Jul 10, 2006 0:22:51 GMT -5
"And if you've not somewhere to go, I might be so interested in learning a more detailed reason. 'Wrong place at the wrong time'," he quoted, "You really haven't answered me much with that."
A soft coo of the wind tickled at the fur within his wolfish ears and caused them to flick madly for a short moment. This motion sent a lock of his bangs into his sight and irritated him enough to lift a hand and push the strands away.
((-gurgles- I'm brain dead. Forgive the ugly, short, pathetic post.))
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Post by firefly on Jul 17, 2006 21:34:48 GMT -5
At first it seemed as if she hadn’t heard him, it wasn’t so much as she hadn’t heard him as it was her trying to devise an adequate response. Rather than continuously devise another diversion she figured it wasn’t going to kill her to be upfront, but then again, it was the same sensation one got when they walked in on their grandparents changing into different clothing.
“Well, it happened when I was little” She said to him finally looking at him with a matter-of-factly expression. “Or younger, about ten years or so ago” she giggled in self correcting, not ready to admit at the fresh of 24 to being “old”. “I was with a foster father and his boss “took advantage” of me at the price of a promotion to keep the cheap bastard quiet.” Mel didn’t consider herself particularly unfortunate, things like that happened so often, such a been there done that tale.
“Well it turns out he was a vampire, I learned that one minute too late after I bit him in self defense and he threw me out the sixth story window…” she shrugged. ((no worries, I've been a bit brain dead too ;-; ))
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Post by Darkduskk on Jul 24, 2006 16:24:31 GMT -5
His expression remained relatively constant. Neither bored nor overly excited as she told her story. Rather, it seemed as if he'd heard it all before. In fact, he had. No, not exactly like that, but the whole vampire scenario. He couldn't help but wonder if she was artificial, or a real vampire though. He wouldn't ask.
He chuckled, nonchalantly, if that was possible to her last bit, "Six stories. Quite the drop to say the least."
He was quiet again, thinking over the tale and suddenly being reminded by some other force that she was supernatural. He hunted people like her for a living, unless, of course, they were on his side.
"Though, now that I know that, I have a proposition to make with you." He suddenly sounded rather business like and the faint smile that had nearly never left him smudged into a thin line. "I work for an organization that handles people who're... supernatural. People like you, me, and others."
He didn't for her to answer despite his quick puase and breath.
"You wouldn't be in search of a job would you?" the smile returned, more coyly this time, and a bit more hidden. Just as effective, however.
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Post by firefly on Jul 24, 2006 17:23:15 GMT -5
Mel watched his expression and in the same sick sort of way for someone to have constant nightmares and become used to it, she found his apathy a relief. More than a relief actually, it was refreshing. She was sick of pity, that sort of approach where they act as if they’ve done something horrible, she was a thing that didn’t like to break from her little stream of low-grade ecstasy.
And to have to show reassurance to sympathetic company that they’ve done nothing wrong, she’d have to acknowledge in such a way that she found inconvenient, or rather awkward more to say. She didn’t like telling such a common story, it made her feel awkward and irritable.
But the mention of a job she traded her smile for something equally jovial, but a bit more impish. She looked at him out of the corner of her eye and thought about it, judging by his reaction it’d be dirty work, not meaning hard labor exactly, but something underhand. She was already in so much trouble… that struck her first. But she finally came to the conclusion that she had long since passed the point of no return.
“hmm hmm” she giggled “It depends… what sort of thing would I be doing?”
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Post by Darkduskk on Jul 24, 2006 17:45:23 GMT -5
"Legally breaking the law." He said, "to put it simply anyway."
He turned on his heel a bit, rolling his head on his neck and stretching every muscle he could in that way. "What're you good at? And be honest."
The full swing of night catching in the sky seemed to wake him entirely. He seemed more alive, more animated and a slight bit more cunning. He was a predator in his own sense. As was she. He watched with curiousity, every passersby that walked their petty path. Every vehicle. His own work had started and, he was one of the few who enjoyed his job.
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Post by firefly on Jul 24, 2006 17:56:06 GMT -5
Now that was an odd way of putting it. She placed a hand over her mouth delicately as she giggled “legally breaking the law… that’s interesting Well… what I’m good at” She looked about her and shrugged making a face that suggested she was thinking about it. She did talk big but in truth she was modest to an unhealthy degree, rather in a way self loathing or disdain of being.
“Well impractical gifts… I can defy gravity” She pressed a foot against the wall and kicked off so that she took a few steps forward, her shirt and clothing didn’t seem to even submit to the laws of rationality in the sense that they hung as if she were on the ground. Taking a few steps forward she grinned at him “and… I break and warp glass with my mind” She kicked off again and landed gracefully. Not always so graceful, at one point she had a haphazard method and would often fall.
“Now… more useful things” she folded her arms across her chest and thought again “I’m a very dead shot with a gun, most types of firearms…” sparing him the details of why a woman who didn’t hunt had any possible reason, rather than an unhealthy love for sadistic behavior. “I have a low degree of hypnotism, and a very high pain tolerance”. Once the light seemed to sink her eyes went from shining to a faint glow.
She was no subtle being, something about the dark was as big of a contrast as pulling a mood ring from a boiling pot of water plunging it into the freezer. More though it seemed to be more flattering to her dark coloring.
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Post by Darkduskk on Jul 24, 2006 18:17:45 GMT -5
"Perfect." His grin widened and now became obvious. The grin shifting into a smirk as he looked to her again. "How are you with seeing death and gruesome scenes?"
He purred a sigh as he let the heavy leather jacket slide off his shoulders and hang loosely on his arms. The coolness of the dark night calming any firey thoughts he might have and taking away some of his extra body heat. He tilted his head up and allowed the breeze to follow his shape and tickle down his light shirt and hit his pale flesh like a cool water.
A deep inhale completed his relaxation and his posture was reaquired. His eyes focusing back on her for a moment for her answer only to look away before she spoke to a passing Ford Monte Carlo.
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