she had disrobed, and she was waiting on the floor

China Rose Lykoi · 01-21-2011, 12:08 AM

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She refused to be fooled by the flatness of his tone. China had felt his heartbeat race to the strum of her fingers, once; She knew he had the ability to feel, just as she did. The coolness to his tone served only to agitate her further. He, a murderer? Cerulean gaze moved with jerky motions over the boy, as if seeking some obvious physical flaw that might have marked him as one. There was, of course, none. Itachi Lykoi was handsome to a flaw, just as her beauty held much reminiscent trouble for her. Unable to gaze at him any longer, unable to bear herself denial to once more touch that pale golden fur, transient orbs of Lapis Lazuli travelled back to the glazed windows. She could not deal with this indecision for much longer - It was not in the girl's Fae nature to be able to deny herself instant gratification, to be able to prolong the acquisition of what it was she wanted. And, curse her royal blood for it, she wanted Itachi Lykoi.

Perhaps there had been some mistake, some redeeming miscalculation that had meant an assumption of murder. Maybe he had never tried to kill her grandmother. Drawn back to their unearthly light like moths to a flame, China allowed her gaze to dart back to crimson rose. No, there could be no doubt - This was the Prince of betrayal. He was what they had warned her about, what they would forbid her from. Ah, but forbidden fruits are always the sweetest.

His voice conjured her back to attention, the wispy creature made flightless by this unseemly predicament. How had she fallen from grace so fast? There was a harried grace to her motions, and she moved to crouch before him now, short plume curled high in unease. She was not afraid of him, as perhaps she should be, but nor was she relaxed in his presence. Being near to him made her skin tingle - Once, she thought that had been pleasant. Now she was not so sure. "It just is. Two of the same blood should not do what we did," Even as she spoke it, she did not believe it; such was clear in her eyes, if the boy dared to look deep enough, "I am not for you, Itachi. They would never allow it." The cold light played over her short-cropped hair, the flush that had returned to her face with the presence of warm blood. Now that she had defrosted, the porcelain doll's beauty was returning.

She gazed at him a while longer, considering, measuring. "You are different," It was a statement, not a question. Ears had begun to lift from her crown, as acceptance for the sin she had committed, and continued to commit by remaining in his presence, sunk in. "You are not normal, like they are. Not like them; Inside." No condemnation laced her pretty words - Not yet. One hand lifted to press against her heart, to show him where she meant. Pupils narrowed, still considering.

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