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Les Mots · 07-21-2008, 01:39 AM

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Originally Posted by Maya Ellwood

Evan watched the girl in complete silence - his eyes, not quite as bright as before, still red, his fangs bared, glinting in the bare light that the slit of a window provided. Watching the girl cower in fear, he felt the girl had gotten her lesson... So the red orbs turned slowly golden-ochre, as his upper lip uncurled. A slight smirk placed on his lips, he snorted disgustedly. He could see the fairy, cowering in the corner, shaking. "Like I said. I'm ethically against eating anything with speaking abilities." he replied to her, a slightly condescending tone in his voice, almost undetectable in the context.

"Secondly. I'd rather not be treated like a machine." he continued, his eyes narrowed, looking actually frightful even with the kind butter-gold eyes. "And as for the nose thing... Do you see one? If so, yes. If not, screw it. Agreed?" He asked, tones of malice lacing his voice, his eyes still narrowed as he scanned her - no tones of sarcasm in her. Just fear. Good.

Clio shivered like a dried, wilted leaf, cowering in the corner that was nowhere near as nice as the hugs and love she expected. Evan wouldn't be able to provide that anyway. Vampiric as he was. The silver light contoured his lanky frame; his bared teeth did a shadow puppet play across her palid face. The saucer-liked black orbs were at one with his crimson. There was no looking away; fear entraced you, paralyzed you, like good fear should. The faerie slowly cast her chin down, down, shoulders hunching into a turtle-like ignorance of the world. She snuggled back toward the wall, stiffening, expecting his predatory clutch to suck the life out of her at any moment. Her eyelids pressed shut. So much for this. I die just after my birth.

It didn't come. Clio relaxed and convulsed again. Nothing but still air and Evan's intense breathing. Shiftily, she cracked an eyelid. He spoke. Clio perked and diligently listened, cocking her head toward him in loyalty. "No lie?" Relief came thickly in her words; Clio hadn't the finesse to hide such vociferous emotions--like fear. "Thanks." Her bony shoulders unhunched and she sat spread-eagle on the ground. Clio was child-like. All that was missing from the picturesque-gone-wrong scene was the toy. Between the black and the crimson; it was a macabre horror movie.

"Fine." He laid the ordinances here. Clio didn't heed him as much as he'd have liked. She was too busy watching his eyes gradient back to that enchanting champagne yellow. Preeeeettyyyyyy, her mind moaned. A giggling conscience urged her to rise and poke them. If he was so rock solid everywhere; then wouldn't his eyes be diamonds? Heeeaaavenly canary diamonds, the mischief purred. They glittered ominously. Precious jewels in adventure movies that set off booby traps if you touched them. "Yes. I see a nose," she sighed meekly and testily, toying with her hemline. Out of his mouth, it sounded criminally stupid. "Agreed." Clio was up on her feet and rounded on him with an extended wrist. "Shake it. I'd like to treat such agreements with something of honor and sacredness." She nodded singly down at the baby-like fingers, one that was swollen from that unfortunate poke, all encrusted with a set of dainty almond-shaped nails.
He'd crush it like a Coca-Cola can.

07-21-2008, 01:39 AM	#53 (permalink)
Les Mots Dumbledore's Gargoyle Mooncalf Join Date: Aug 2006 Location: Small-Town, USA Posts: 6,682	Foreign Intrigue Quote: Originally Posted by Maya Ellwood Evan watched the girl in complete silence - his eyes, not quite as bright as before, still red, his fangs bared, glinting in the bare light that the slit of a window provided. Watching the girl cower in fear, he felt the girl had gotten her lesson... So the red orbs turned slowly golden-ochre, as his upper lip uncurled. A slight smirk placed on his lips, he snorted disgustedly. He could see the fairy, cowering in the corner, shaking. "Like I said. I'm ethically against eating anything with speaking abilities." he replied to her, a slightly condescending tone in his voice, almost undetectable in the context. "Secondly. I'd rather not be treated like a machine." he continued, his eyes narrowed, looking actually frightful even with the kind butter-gold eyes. "And as for the nose thing... Do you see one? If so, yes. If not, screw it. Agreed?" He asked, tones of malice lacing his voice, his eyes still narrowed as he scanned her - no tones of sarcasm in her. Just fear. Good. Clio shivered like a dried, wilted leaf, cowering in the corner that was nowhere near as nice as the hugs and love she expected. Evan wouldn't be able to provide that anyway. Vampiric as he was. The silver light contoured his lanky frame; his bared teeth did a shadow puppet play across her palid face. The saucer-liked black orbs were at one with his crimson. There was no looking away; fear entraced you, paralyzed you, like good fear should. The faerie slowly cast her chin down, down, shoulders hunching into a turtle-like ignorance of the world. She snuggled back toward the wall, stiffening, expecting his predatory clutch to suck the life out of her at any moment. Her eyelids pressed shut. So much for this. I die just after my birth. It didn't come. Clio relaxed and convulsed again. Nothing but still air and Evan's intense breathing. Shiftily, she cracked an eyelid. He spoke. Clio perked and diligently listened, cocking her head toward him in loyalty. "No lie?" Relief came thickly in her words; Clio hadn't the finesse to hide such vociferous emotions--like fear. "Thanks." Her bony shoulders unhunched and she sat spread-eagle on the ground. Clio was child-like. All that was missing from the picturesque-gone-wrong scene was the toy. Between the black and the crimson; it was a macabre horror movie. "Fine." He laid the ordinances here. Clio didn't heed him as much as he'd have liked. She was too busy watching his eyes gradient back to that enchanting champagne yellow. Preeeeettyyyyyy, her mind moaned. A giggling conscience urged her to rise and poke them. If he was so rock solid everywhere; then wouldn't his eyes be diamonds? Heeeaaavenly canary diamonds, the mischief purred. They glittered ominously. Precious jewels in adventure movies that set off booby traps if you touched them. "Yes. I see a nose," she sighed meekly and testily, toying with her hemline. Out of his mouth, it sounded criminally stupid. "Agreed." Clio was up on her feet and rounded on him with an extended wrist. "Shake it. I'd like to treat such agreements with something of honor and sacredness." She nodded singly down at the baby-like fingers, one that was swollen from that unfortunate poke, all encrusted with a set of dainty almond-shaped nails. He'd crush it like a Coca-Cola can. __________________ what's the worst thing that could happen? you've got to take the chance. everyone will tell you not to/but no one understands. D o n' t D i e W o n d e r i n g silly little charmer/with that sparkle in your eye seize your hope and kiss them all goodbye.