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04-11-2013, 06:02 AM
 THE PLAGUE
Mauja
"What are you doing?” He could very well ask himself the same thing, and come up with no real answer. Playing? Since when had he done that? For a moment he teetered at the brink, and almost plunged back into the heavy darkness — he could feel the light fading, the feeling of weightlessness slowly fading.. as if the world itself became darker... But then she smiled, a curve of her lips, but nothing like he had ever seen her wear before. It was as if the masks had slipped from their faces and shattered like glass against the hard floor, leaving not the fragility, not the pain and the weakness, but leaving them free of the confines of their roles.
Come back to haunt them were her words from the past, and he felt a crooked grin tug at his lips when she lowered her eyes. While few ladies had ever courted him in such a fashion, he knew the way their lashes fell, how they peered up from beneath them, and felt his 'brows arch at the display. "No?" he asked wryly, and as she danced forward he withdrew a step, but not before her teeth had nipped his chest, leaving a faint tingle in their wake. Oddly enough it drew forth a laugh, something totally void of cold and power games. Just a laugh, and he clicked his teeth after her retreating body. "Tsk, you barbarian." He grinned at her, before dancing forward, his muzzle chasing her flank, but if she didn't dance away he'd just shove his nose into the crook of her hip and try to tickle her with breath and whiskers. He was no barbarian; he was a Lord, and as such, he'd treat her gentlemanly. Or.. something. [ this was kind of short but he did not want to ramble about his emotions and thoughts. ;D ] BANE  |
