the simplest things

[Lysander]

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ooc-ness       He knew that she meant it, those sugary words that were being fed to him. Lysander had never been mean to Asariel, he didn’t want to, nor had she ever witnessed any of his more cruel antics. Yet that didn’t mean he wasn’t capable of being cruel. Lysander knew himself well enough, that was a gift for those who truly saw themselves as they were and not only as they wished they were, and he knew that selfishness saturated his motives, and often he stepped on others to better himself. Often he stepped on others just because he could and it amused him. It pleased him that Asariel didn’t see that part of him, she thought better of it, but it also terrified him. One day she’d see him as he really was and she’d be repulsed, because unlike most of the women he charmed his way into their hearts Asariel was better than them, more pure. She, unlike the others, wouldn’t tolerate such a selfish creature, at least Lysander thought so.       "You were waiting for me? Why?” His steel eyes twinkled, and despite their cool color a certain warmth emitted from them. Asariel, even if she did not realize it yet, was falling for him, Lysander realized suddenly. This, as always when he realized this about any particular female, gave him a certain ego boost. He’d have to tread carefully, though he couldn’t explain why he felt the need to protect her from himself. Maybe it was because she was a friend? Packmate? Or he just, so rarely did he realize and appreciate the beauty in others, did not want to taint her innocence as he did to so many other foolish girls. Still, he couldn’t help the flirting, it was always there it seemed, when women were around. At least pretty women. And that was harmless, wasn’t it?       Suddenly he was in her embrace and for a moment he stiffened. It was unexpected and Lysander was on guard, ready to fend off physical advances. Slowly he relaxed his body, though his mind still looked for ways out. An arm slid around her back, pulling her in tighter than she had the strength to embrace him. "Hey now, what’s this about?” He loosened his grip and gently pulled back, lifting one would-be eyes brow as if to emphasis his question. Maybe the flirting was harmful, maybe he should knock it off. Maybe he didn’t want to.

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