04-21-2010, 05:22 AM
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WC 829.
It took her by surprise. Her emerald orbs watched as the coyote's mouth shifted into a smile. Considering his lack of emotion up until that point, Lucia was not entirely sure how to respond. Thus, her mind wandered over the contortion repeatedly as though checking if she had deceived herself and hallucinated, but each time she slipped across the curve on his beautiful face, it remained there – she felt her heart skip a beat.
Trying hard not to show too much pride from the situation that arose, the ego which began to fill her skull at the thought that she may have managed to successfully enter into the unknown, and be allowed to see past the many walls that this male placed so protectively around himself, she kept her body still, almost statuesque in her beauty. Only her eyes moved – and they, clouded in absinthe, simply watched his own eyes, as though searching for the insight of this smile. She wanted to know if it were her that caused this beautiful rarity, or if in fact, it was just a passing thought in his mind – some distant memory – that had swiftly stolen his blank canvass.
As she had expected, there was pleasure in his stance as she agreed with his words, and though she had not lied to create this, it made her happy to know that someone in the world shared similar views. She had never quite found anyone as similar in mind as this wonderful beast. She, as her own being, had always had a fascination with the human world. Their objects were beautiful – and though she had heard many stories – she could not see why they were feared so much back in their time. They seemed so smart, and well prepared. It just begged the question, why did they not see their demise coming? This thought, however, quickly evaporated – stolen by the angelic tone of Snake's voice. Her auds flickered to attention, and her lips parted slightly; not to speak, but merely to show that she was interested in his words, and that he was better company than any she had stumbled upon beforehand. “That is true,” she agreed plainly, nodding her head as she spoke, “Weakness is something nobody can escape in the end – it's just a matter of whether you are able to protect your own weaknesses before somebody else can suss them out.” She grinned, though she was not entirely sure why. There was something about him that made her inner desires appear atop her maw, and that made her want to open her walls and be read like an open book. Even if, deep inside her heart, she knew that could always lead to disaster. “The battle is the best part,” she replied to his question honestly, there was no point in lying. He would figure her out eventually anyway. “There is nothing better than tempting fate – wondering if you have the strength and knowledge to beat your opponent. The thrill of living on the edge of death's door – it never ceases to amaze me. What about you?”
Silence crawled back into the space between them. It was unnerving – but only for a moment. It gave Lucia time to think. Let her mind ponder over how she had never met this man before – how she had never crossed paths with somebody as perfect as he. She wanted to tell him this opinion, but she feared he would not respond with similar tones. Thus, her jaw remained tightly closed, and her heart continued to drum beats into her ears – filling the silence, but taunting her as it did so. If she could blush, and though without reason to do so, she would have done.
Finally, the rustle of movement broke their censorship. Her malachite coals traveled down to the direction of the sound; watching carefully as Snake reached behind him. Her instincts, as protective as they were, told her to place up her guard, but she remained still. Her calmness filling the atmosphere around her, and an impressed grin sprawling over her lips as the pistol came into sight. “Impressive,” she breathed, almost as though the wanting of this male had sucked the air out of her; it was a raspy tone, although it still possessed her feminine flavor. “I would gladly help you fix it one day, if you like?” She returned her gaze to his own coals; wondering if emotion would eventually seep from his eyes too, rather than just expressions that – if one were to think about it – could be faked. “I've read a few books on guns – well, enough torn out pages anyway. I know a bit here and there. I could be of use to you?” If only he knew that sentence had double meaning, and deep down, she prayed he did. He was perfect.
WC 829.
It took her by surprise. Her emerald orbs watched as the coyote's mouth shifted into a smile. Considering his lack of emotion up until that point, Lucia was not entirely sure how to respond. Thus, her mind wandered over the contortion repeatedly as though checking if she had deceived herself and hallucinated, but each time she slipped across the curve on his beautiful face, it remained there – she felt her heart skip a beat.
Trying hard not to show too much pride from the situation that arose, the ego which began to fill her skull at the thought that she may have managed to successfully enter into the unknown, and be allowed to see past the many walls that this male placed so protectively around himself, she kept her body still, almost statuesque in her beauty. Only her eyes moved – and they, clouded in absinthe, simply watched his own eyes, as though searching for the insight of this smile. She wanted to know if it were her that caused this beautiful rarity, or if in fact, it was just a passing thought in his mind – some distant memory – that had swiftly stolen his blank canvass.
As she had expected, there was pleasure in his stance as she agreed with his words, and though she had not lied to create this, it made her happy to know that someone in the world shared similar views. She had never quite found anyone as similar in mind as this wonderful beast. She, as her own being, had always had a fascination with the human world. Their objects were beautiful – and though she had heard many stories – she could not see why they were feared so much back in their time. They seemed so smart, and well prepared. It just begged the question, why did they not see their demise coming? This thought, however, quickly evaporated – stolen by the angelic tone of Snake's voice. Her auds flickered to attention, and her lips parted slightly; not to speak, but merely to show that she was interested in his words, and that he was better company than any she had stumbled upon beforehand. “That is true,” she agreed plainly, nodding her head as she spoke, “Weakness is something nobody can escape in the end – it's just a matter of whether you are able to protect your own weaknesses before somebody else can suss them out.” She grinned, though she was not entirely sure why. There was something about him that made her inner desires appear atop her maw, and that made her want to open her walls and be read like an open book. Even if, deep inside her heart, she knew that could always lead to disaster. “The battle is the best part,” she replied to his question honestly, there was no point in lying. He would figure her out eventually anyway. “There is nothing better than tempting fate – wondering if you have the strength and knowledge to beat your opponent. The thrill of living on the edge of death's door – it never ceases to amaze me. What about you?”
Silence crawled back into the space between them. It was unnerving – but only for a moment. It gave Lucia time to think. Let her mind ponder over how she had never met this man before – how she had never crossed paths with somebody as perfect as he. She wanted to tell him this opinion, but she feared he would not respond with similar tones. Thus, her jaw remained tightly closed, and her heart continued to drum beats into her ears – filling the silence, but taunting her as it did so. If she could blush, and though without reason to do so, she would have done.
Finally, the rustle of movement broke their censorship. Her malachite coals traveled down to the direction of the sound; watching carefully as Snake reached behind him. Her instincts, as protective as they were, told her to place up her guard, but she remained still. Her calmness filling the atmosphere around her, and an impressed grin sprawling over her lips as the pistol came into sight. “Impressive,” she breathed, almost as though the wanting of this male had sucked the air out of her; it was a raspy tone, although it still possessed her feminine flavor. “I would gladly help you fix it one day, if you like?” She returned her gaze to his own coals; wondering if emotion would eventually seep from his eyes too, rather than just expressions that – if one were to think about it – could be faked. “I've read a few books on guns – well, enough torn out pages anyway. I know a bit here and there. I could be of use to you?” If only he knew that sentence had double meaning, and deep down, she prayed he did. He was perfect.