Marion-san
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- Posted: Thu, 31 Jan 2013 04:44:01 +0000
~The Quiet Composer~
Draikyn Daringen Dante
What I am wearing: [Checking] [Me Out?] [Yes. I have a piercing]
Draikyn Daringen Dante
What I am wearing: [Checking] [Me Out?] [Yes. I have a piercing]
He had sensed her disappointment when he had pulled away from her. She had obviously wanted to give him her answer to his question, but he had felt that the moment was gone. He had wanted to give her a moment that she could cherish forever, that they both could, and it was stolen away from them by the witch that had so drastically changed their lives. He would do his best to recreate a moment, and hopefully... well... it could wait until then.
A wolf caught his attention, and his brow furrowed, confused and worried as it approached Aralyn. He tensed automatically when it wrestled her to the ground, but with Carlie in his arms, he could do little. Not that she needed it. She was back to her vampiric self, and could probably easily overtake him, so why not the wolf?
But then she said the name that made his heart grow cold. Ryu? Seriously? Was the dog really...?
Pangs of jealousy shot through him, and he shifted uneasily, watching the wolf dog bounce around his fiance for a moment until she crossed her arms over her chest, crying perv. He blinked, turning scarlet himself as he noticed what had happened in the attack. Her top was in shatters, clearly exposing her breasts to the world. He averted his eyes out of shyness, frustrated that he wasn't exactly wearing something he could easily hand over. Maybe she had a top in the jeep back at the waterfall....?
Carlie squirmed down out of his arms just a few moments later, pulling off her jacket and giving it to his fiance while he stood there in shock. He smiled softly, shaking his head, suddenly at a loss for what to do. He felt fairly worthless in this situation, yet again. As he was in almost all of these situations with supernatural forces.
He ran his hand down his face with a sigh, his hand brushing over the small stream of blood that had slipped out of his lips when he had been feeding. He froze, pulling his hand away and staring at the liquid on his palm. Shivering, he curled his hand into a small fist, desperately trying to not think about it. "Yes. Let's get going...?" he said, jerking his head towards the waterfall so they could retrieve the cars and head home. It must be almost time for the party, right? Besides... the faster he could take care of this...
Music is moonlight in the gloomy night of life. ~Jean Paul
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