Word Count :: 394 :: Sorry I didn't really expand the conversation in this one. ^_^'
Zalen was slightly appalled by the way she casually spoke of killing her father, like it was nothing more than a game. Zalen considered life a precious thing now that individuals dear to him had their lives snuffed out. But here was this dark girl, basically mocking life with every sneer. It saddened him, but once again deep inside there was the tickle of excitement he had felt earlier. Something about her I-Don’t-Give-A-Shit nature was intoxicating to him. He wished that he could take on her mindset somehow, even if just for a moment. The idea of not caring seemed kind of… pleasant.
In this moment of lust of carelessness he watched her move. She stood and he was suddenly slightly aroused by her slender figure. As he realized this he got a somewhat sick in the pit of his stomach. He could not be attracted to any female, especially this one. Sexual interests always led to disaster, at least in his experience. He would not permit himself to become fascinated in such a way. Forcefully he buried these desires deep into his mind where they would be dealt with later.
Lucia then said something that blew Zalen’s mind. Was that a joke? A flirtatious joke? His first gut reaction was to stare at her slack jawed, but he stopped himself. Instead he looked at her emotionlessly and then put the silliest, goofiest grin on his face and reached up to ruffle the fur on his head, just making the spikiness of it that more intense. He laughed a bit but then calmed and looked at her again. How much he wished he could reach forward and push the strand of hair sticking to her face aside. What was this girl doing to him?
Finally the rain began to die down, but the thunder could still be heard in the distance as the storm rolled over the mountain tops. The carcass of the fawn was now muddy and soiled and hardly noticeable, the rain having washed the blood away. Zalen looked at Lucia with wanting eyes, but a wanting that was neither sexual nor fiendish, but instead a wanting to understand. The way she looked now, eyes downcast and silent, she was like a beautiful statue on a pedestal too high for him to reach. He could say nothing lest the moment be broken.
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