DevilsAssistant
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- Posted: Fri, 28 Sep 2012 01:24:02 +0000
Kalare heard him slip onto a barstool close by. He was being vocal about it. Whatever he was trying to convince her to do, it wasn't working. But then she saw that bone tail come to try to wrap around her.
Uh, no. No, thank you.
That tail reminded her of things she'd rather not think about. It was unpleasant, unsightly, just a little bit terrifying. It made her uncomfortable. Kalare took a few steps back from it - just to walk into Melech's embrace.
Well, now she couldn't get out of it. She was pulled in. Kalare frowned at the movement, though her body seemed to instinctively relax against him.
He probably just wanted to steal her magic reserves from her like the last time.
She cast a glance at him behind her. She saw the mouthed words. He looked bloody. He smelled bloody. Yeah, he was totally okay. She did her best to avoid skimming the damage. She didn't want to know. But part of her was relieved. 'Okay,' she mouthed back with a roll of her eyes. The act seemed dismissive. Kalare turned to face Dreamer again, ostensibly intent on ignoring the Devil holding onto her. He'd just get a good look at her bare back instead.
That was all he was getting, though.
The topic of conversation finally registered. Wait, Dreamer got gifts and Kalare didn't?
What the ********? How did Melech even know her?
Kalare glanced only briefly at the katanas next to her on the counter. They were kind of pretty but not something that particularly caught her interest. Still, her lower lip formed a gentle pout.
Guess he liked Dreamer. Kalare wanted presents, too.
Melech then reached for her right hand. Kalare fidgeted slightly. He had noticed the bracelets. Sure, Kalare liked pretty things. What was he insinuating? Kalare became unnervingly self-aware as she felt him examining them. She quickly pulled her wrist from his grasp. "They're from a friend, okay?" she exclaimed curtly, as if she wanted to end the topic before it even started. The response sounded defensive. She hadn't even waited for him to ask.
Jumping the gun a little bit, wasn't she?
She was decidedly off her game now - but she was going to try to cover it up by changing the subject. Kalare tilted her head back to close the distance between Melech and herself slightly, that pout still on her lips, but her gaze stayed on Dreamer, who seemed to be staring back just as much. Kalare seemed genuinely perplexed. "Who's your friend?" she practically purred, but the question sounded starkly innocent. It was an abrupt change, but it'd catch his attention, she was sure.
Uh, no. No, thank you.
That tail reminded her of things she'd rather not think about. It was unpleasant, unsightly, just a little bit terrifying. It made her uncomfortable. Kalare took a few steps back from it - just to walk into Melech's embrace.
Well, now she couldn't get out of it. She was pulled in. Kalare frowned at the movement, though her body seemed to instinctively relax against him.
He probably just wanted to steal her magic reserves from her like the last time.
She cast a glance at him behind her. She saw the mouthed words. He looked bloody. He smelled bloody. Yeah, he was totally okay. She did her best to avoid skimming the damage. She didn't want to know. But part of her was relieved. 'Okay,' she mouthed back with a roll of her eyes. The act seemed dismissive. Kalare turned to face Dreamer again, ostensibly intent on ignoring the Devil holding onto her. He'd just get a good look at her bare back instead.
That was all he was getting, though.
The topic of conversation finally registered. Wait, Dreamer got gifts and Kalare didn't?
What the ********? How did Melech even know her?
Kalare glanced only briefly at the katanas next to her on the counter. They were kind of pretty but not something that particularly caught her interest. Still, her lower lip formed a gentle pout.
Guess he liked Dreamer. Kalare wanted presents, too.
Melech then reached for her right hand. Kalare fidgeted slightly. He had noticed the bracelets. Sure, Kalare liked pretty things. What was he insinuating? Kalare became unnervingly self-aware as she felt him examining them. She quickly pulled her wrist from his grasp. "They're from a friend, okay?" she exclaimed curtly, as if she wanted to end the topic before it even started. The response sounded defensive. She hadn't even waited for him to ask.
Jumping the gun a little bit, wasn't she?
She was decidedly off her game now - but she was going to try to cover it up by changing the subject. Kalare tilted her head back to close the distance between Melech and herself slightly, that pout still on her lips, but her gaze stayed on Dreamer, who seemed to be staring back just as much. Kalare seemed genuinely perplexed. "Who's your friend?" she practically purred, but the question sounded starkly innocent. It was an abrupt change, but it'd catch his attention, she was sure.