07-01-2009, 12:01 PM
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Curiously he watched as she changed her seating. He knew what it meant, females (in his naive opinion) were easy to read. When they were receptive to his charms and wiles he knew it, and Asariel was indeed. He could say and do the scummy things he did with other girls, love 'em and leave 'em. He knew he could, it might take some work, but in the end he would win the game. He almost always won. Yet he didn't want to. The husky brute knew that often times it hurt for the other, the girl, sometimes they didn't care, but often times it hurt. Normally he never gave their feelings a second thought. Yet today, for whatever reason, he didn't want to hurt her. Maybe it wasn't the day, maybe it was her. Lysander didn't know, instead he only offered her a warm smile as she seated herself beside him.
“Okay then, let's play.” He acted as if he was thinking, but really this game never took much thought on his part. Questions came easy, for her was a curious creature and never afraid to push the limits of social rules and restrictions. Being polite, he could do it, but he found that it was not really worth the effort. "What was your mothers like?" Maybe she had expected a different question, maybe not, but he watched her, and waited, sincerely, for an answer. Any answer, there was never any wrong answer in this game.
Curiously he watched as she changed her seating. He knew what it meant, females (in his naive opinion) were easy to read. When they were receptive to his charms and wiles he knew it, and Asariel was indeed. He could say and do the scummy things he did with other girls, love 'em and leave 'em. He knew he could, it might take some work, but in the end he would win the game. He almost always won. Yet he didn't want to. The husky brute knew that often times it hurt for the other, the girl, sometimes they didn't care, but often times it hurt. Normally he never gave their feelings a second thought. Yet today, for whatever reason, he didn't want to hurt her. Maybe it wasn't the day, maybe it was her. Lysander didn't know, instead he only offered her a warm smile as she seated herself beside him.
“Okay then, let's play.” He acted as if he was thinking, but really this game never took much thought on his part. Questions came easy, for her was a curious creature and never afraid to push the limits of social rules and restrictions. Being polite, he could do it, but he found that it was not really worth the effort. "What was your mothers like?" Maybe she had expected a different question, maybe not, but he watched her, and waited, sincerely, for an answer. Any answer, there was never any wrong answer in this game.