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 Posted: Wed Feb 19, 2014 12:31 pm
He watched her and as she discarded her coat, that sharp glint coming into his eyes again gradually.
"I ain't never heard the music missy." he said with a smile that didn't reach the chill. "It's always been nothing." He unfolded himself from where he sat regardless, standing to his bone-thin and rather unimpressive height. "But I can follow a lead." And that was certainly not a lie.
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Posted: Wed Feb 19, 2014 1:03 pm
Sasha gave a pleased smile and slipped a hand up his chest, going so far as to settle one of his hands against her slim hip. His stature didn't seem to bother her - after all, it wasn't his body that she was interested insomuch as his mind.
"That's good to know," her voice was soft and steely and close, her touch fleeting as she slipped his other hand to settle opposite the other. Once his hands were where she placed them, Sasha rested her own on his shoulders.
"You're so very nice, Jan, to cater to me like this. It does get so very lonely during pod duty, wouldn't you agree?"
The swaying that Sasha initiated could not really be called a dance - just an innate sway, a slow shuffle. Her fingers idly brushed against the back of his neck, and Sasha watched the man curiously.
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Posted: Wed Feb 19, 2014 1:19 pm
He was excellent at mirroring people and schooled in decorum and manners, he melded into her posture without resistance, his hands careful and gentle but also, notably nimble and slight, the kind of man who could rifle someone's pockets as fast as sweep them off their feet.
"I would agree, if I knew what it was like to be lonely missy." his voice was velveten as he added "I'm used to just having the lonely prairie for company and I don't much mind that." He moved with her, mimicking the sway with slow patience, reminded of a charmer with a swaying cobra at their feet.
And yet he didn't respond to the contact, there was no quickening of his pulse or breathing, no excitement or charged thrill at the closeness. Even the touch at his neck sparked no fear or anxiety, fear was an alien concept to him. Everything lived until it simply didn't. No one mourned the end of a song. "It can certainly be boring though." he smiled. "But the touch of a pretty lady cures all of that in a moment, I tell you."
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Posted: Wed Feb 19, 2014 8:07 pm
"I suppose it's also a little difficult to get lonely when you're never really alone." Sasha allowed a slow smile to creep across her lips. She lifted a hand to idly tap at Jan's temple. "Though, perhaps your weapon isn't chatty." She fell silent, then, merely watching his eyes as they danced. Her own were dark and fathomless, pupils wide in the dim room. Getting a read on him was impossible, which continued to intrigue her. "The lonely prairie," Sasha whispered softly to herself, one brow arching slightly. "What did you do before the island, Jan?"
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Posted: Thu Feb 20, 2014 5:57 am
"My weapon doesn't talk much m'afraid." he was aware of the irony as the laboured awful breathing and rambling in his thoughts refused to cease. This close to a woman the canine's libido had kicked in and the things he was snarling between bubbling gasps were crude in the extreme.
He found her fascinating, a stark puzzle of darks and lights. Everything about him was light, his pale eyes remaining pale even in the dim light, he was like a ghost, someone who shouldn't be there but defied against all odds.
"A psychic medium." he said coolly. "I listened mostly to what animals had to say because people actually want to listen to those. I let their voices flow through me. A conduit for their words. And it was good." He intended the biblical resonance, after all, he was divine.
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Posted: Thu Feb 20, 2014 9:45 am
"A psychic medium," Sasha repeated, one brow arching skyward. She pursed her lips, making an obvious attempt not to laugh. She failed miserably, and a low tinkling laugh echoed throughout the room. "You're really quite fascinating, Jan," Sasha continued, her eyes keen on his. He was a beautiful thing, an enigma. Sasha could appreciate him for what he was. The clipped English, the lazy American drawl, the dead eyes. She did not know what to make of him, and it thrilled her a little. Sasha's feet stopped moving, effectively ending the dance, and she leaned up to press a kiss against his cheek. Her voice was low and black when she spoke, shifting to bridge the distance in their heights. "We should play sometime," and it was not clear exactly what she meant; music, or sex, or something else, something a little more dangerous.
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Posted: Thu Feb 20, 2014 10:57 am
"I dunno about that ma'am." he said, suddenly bashful. "There's not much to me really, just a simple lone cowboy on this crazy ole island."
They stopped simultaneously, Lawr following her lead with precise motions, and he smiled fondly at the kiss, as if she'd handed him a delicate and rare gift. Up close he smelled unique, subtly of some expensive cologne, or was it perfume instead?
"But I should very much like that." he replied in whispered proximity. "Very much indeed."
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Posted: Thu Feb 20, 2014 11:35 am
Sasha gave the man a pat on his thin chest, scraping her nails over the fabric he wore before pulling away entirely. She'd caught his scent, the depth and intricacies not lost on her. It only added to her fascination. " Je dois dire que je préfère l'accent anglais, mon chéri. Il est beaucoup plus approprié, je pense." She moved back towards the desk, slim fingers reaching out for the pebbled leather case that held her flute. "Will you come find me sometime?" When she turned to face him, she'd donned the impish, almost childish mask she favored. Sasha gave a bright giggle as she watched him with wide, curious eyes.
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Posted: Thu Feb 20, 2014 11:57 am
"Peut-être." he said, tapping his chin with a finger, watching her with keen attentiveness. "Mais, je crains que le dialecte américain doit rester. C'est très important." And when he spoke French it was with that same edge of the English accent underlying everything.
"And only when you want to be found, lil missy." he added.
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Posted: Thu Feb 20, 2014 12:26 pm
Sasha watched Jan quietly, a small smile hovering around the corners of her mouth. He was perfect, something of a kindred spirit, perhaps - if one was stupid enough to believe in such things. Sasha certainly didn't, but Jan measured up to her standards, and because of that she could look at him with something that resembled respect. " Vous êtes sans faille." Giggling with childlike abandon, Sasha turned to leave. "Don't do anything I wouldn't do, Jan," she called over her shoulder, skipping out of the room.
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Posted: Thu Feb 20, 2014 12:31 pm
"Je sais." he stated without even a trace of irony, watching her go without any flicker of expression at all.
She was interesting. And in his world that was as high acclaim as anything ever got.
He turned to eye the two pods, their still, beautiful captives oblivious to the world outside.
"Ah wooon't"
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