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 Posted: Mon Feb 28, 2011 10:02 pm
Wolfram did a double-take. "Hey," he said, "it's you." He seemed to be processing this, and settled on a very sharp grin.
"Liked it, huh? If they didn't hear me they sure saw you, Feathers. What are you doing here?" His tone was friendlier too. In the aftermath of the music and without a rock to defend, he seemed confident and relaxed.
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Posted: Mon Feb 28, 2011 10:32 pm
“I come here from time to time,” she said dismissively, as if it were no consequence to her. “Besides, I had nothing better to do.” Somehow, her expressions were clear even though she wore a mask; it was as if her eyes were visible at all times, despite being two glowing circles of white.
Masquerade took note of Wolfram’s calmed behavior. She assumed it had to do with the fact that he didn’t feel threatened at the moment, which was good. She rather liked this side of him. “I wasn’t aware you were in a band, although I should have guessed as much.”
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Posted: Mon Feb 28, 2011 10:57 pm
"Nothing and nobody?" Wolfram got his sprite, taking a long swig. He'd needed something cold. He was still sweaty. "Hell, me neither."
He listened, then answered,
"Those guys aren't my band. They're friends of mine that needed a third. The regular guy, Crunch, was hungover. So I volunteered. Cuz I'm such a nice guy." He flashed her a grin that wasn't exactly nice. "I thought you were just some kind of mystical gypsy waterfall siren, but here you are in a crappy bar. Shows what we both know."
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Posted: Tue Mar 01, 2011 8:26 am
Magical gypsy waterfall…siren? Masquerade had been called many things throughout her life, but never those words. Well, in that particular sequence. It made her green lips twitch up in an amused smirk. Wolfy was so terribly cute. ♥
“I assure you I’m quite capable of getting around,” she purred. She wasn’t drunk or anything, but the alcohol she’d ingested was starting to gloss over her already high confidence. “You didn’t honestly think I could leave you alone after our little rendezvous the other day… Not when it was so painfully clear that you were into me.”
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Posted: Tue Mar 01, 2011 8:34 am
"I was about to say the same thing to you," he said. He turned, resting one elbow on the bar so he could see the deserted band set up, then back to her.
"So. Got any requests?"
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Posted: Tue Mar 01, 2011 8:40 am
Multiple naughty thoughts crossed her mind in that instant, yet she brushed aside the R-rated fantasies and instead thought of something a little more modest. However, her method of asking wasn’t so innocent.
Pushing herself up somewhat, she positioned her mouth beside his ear and whispered within it; her hands pushed into his thick chest as one of her legs threatened to hitch around his hipbone. “Sing for me. And only for me, baby~.”
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Posted: Tue Mar 01, 2011 9:27 am
Wolfram's tail bristled at the contact, looking like a ridiculous and very fluffy porcupine.
"Yeah," he said, "Okay." He resisted the opportunity to get a feel for said leg.
"I'm gonna go get my guitar." He disentangled himself, then went to unplug his guitar from the amp. He was breaking out Elton John for this one. She wasn't the only one that could be seductive and fancy. He could be one magnificently charming b*****d, when he wanted to be.
That was his thought process, anyway.
Gripping the guitar neck in one clawed, metal hand, he moved up beside her, then dropped on one knee, sporting that grin again. He played the first few chords, then started in on the lyrics.
It's a little bit funny, this feeling inside.
The words were sappy, but he sang them with a sort of self-aware sincerity. He made his way through the chorus, too.
And you can tell everybody this is your song
It may be quite simple but now that it's done
and finally the last stanza.
So excuse me forgetting but these things I do
You see I've forgotten if they're green or they're blue
Anyway the thing is what I really mean
Yours are the sweetest eyes I've ever seen.
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Posted: Tue Mar 01, 2011 9:37 am
No one else was paying attention, let alone interested in what was going on. Masquerade, on the other hand, was beyond intrigued. She listened to Wolfram intently, her tails swishing in sync with the music. When it ended she didn’t clap; she simply tilted her head and watched him hungrily.
They could leave the bar and no one would notice. They could do terrible, unspeakable things in the back alleyway…and no one would notice. In a sick, twisted way she wanted to feel her tongue scraping against his sharp, jagged teeth. In the meantime, she would acknowledge his talent.
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Posted: Tue Mar 01, 2011 10:04 am
He finished the last chord, still on one knee, and smirked up at her.
"How was that?"
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Posted: Tue Mar 01, 2011 10:33 am
“It was wonderful,” she replied, leaning back against the bar. “Perhaps you’re not an imbecile after all.”
A simple ‘imbecile’ wouldn’t have got her heart pumping.
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Posted: Tue Mar 01, 2011 10:44 am
He unslung the guitar, standing again. The other Noct could be abrasive. He liked that.
"Maybe you're not so bad yourself. You doin anything later?"
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Posted: Wed Mar 02, 2011 8:07 am
Masquerade pondered his question and debated whether or not to answer him truthfully. She could have easily said that she had a date with someone, or maybe even that she planned to engage in less than appropriate activities. In the end she decided to be truthful.
“Not that I know of,” she replied. “Would you like to spend some time together?” Sitting in Wolfram’s lap and raking her nails through his long, choppy, untamed hair sounded like a good old time to her.
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Posted: Thu Mar 24, 2011 7:26 am
"Sure," he said, giving the sweaty band and uninterested crowd another look. They could probably weather the rest of the job, minus one Wolf. He let Masquerade command his full attention.
"Hell, forget later, you doin anything now?"
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Posted: Sun May 29, 2011 8:41 am
Masquerade grinned wickedly and leaned in, her lips touching Wolfram's as she spoke in a low, husky whisper. "No, but I have many ideas as to what we can do to occupy our time..."
♥
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