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 Posted: Thu Sep 12, 2013 5:36 pm
Adonis would've laughed had the question not sounded so serious. "No, I'm not a killer." He'd only been inducted into the Negaverse for a short time - he heard rumors among the ranks that many had killed before, but he doubted those notions. Perhaps it was just his peers trying to impress each other with their toughness. And there was nothing wrong with that - in a war, it was important to think of fellow teammates as capable and dependable, right? That they wouldn't falter at a pivotal moment?
But if that were the case, he must've been one of the weakest members. Idly he wondered how he managed to become a part of such a steeled organization. And to fight people like Medea... He wasn't sure he could do it.
"You say that like it's gonna happen sometime soon." And that might be right. Destiny City might've sprawled in its size, but it felt far too small to be a battleground. They would see each other again, whether he liked it or not. And he was inclined to dislike it - under those pretenses. "Weeeeell," he began, voice gaining more affect as he protracted his opening. "I guess it's not entirely true, what I said before. I am quite killer... In bed." He laughed at his own joke, lilting and light.
Sometimes it's what he needed to do to avoid such constricting circumstances.
They would die one day, he knew. But they had an entire life ahead of them - and what was to bar them from enjoying themselves, enjoying each other? He just wanted to visit for a while, and move on with his duties. He couldn't fault himself for that. She couldn't fault herself for that. Maybe these organizations, these sides, were just pretenses to meet people.
Maybe there was no war at all.
At least, in moments like these, he could tell himself such notions and believe them for a while. Until he had to clean up the aftermath of yet another fueled battle.
Maybe he should've opted for Chicago.
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Posted: Sat Sep 14, 2013 9:46 am
"Yaaaay." She threw her arms across his shoulders and pulled him into a tight hug. "You." She nuzzled his shoulder. "Are not." A car breezed down the road. "A murderer!" The dog barked at its owner. "I'm so pleased!" She released him with a laugh. "Adonis, you're pretty cool, even though you say you might hurt me." She nodded. "That's enough for me to know we'll be okay, okay? That honesty. I dig it."
She would take it!
"You're also pretty sexy." She sighed. "And that's a bonus." She stretched onto the roof, resting on her back, staring at the stars. "But I don't know, Adonis. These faction lines make things difficult." She glanced his way. "Is this really the game we're playing?"
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Posted: Sun Sep 15, 2013 11:23 am
Adonis reaffirmed her statement with a laugh. "No, I'm not a murderer." I just clean up after murderers. The hug was returned in equal fervor, but his hands drifted to her hips during the process. They fit perfectly into his hands - so why did she have to let go? Regardless, he retracted his grasp in a smooth motion, allowing his fingers to map out the last brisk touches of her bodice before parting fully.
And she seemed to have a pretty accurate understanding of his comfort zone, too. With that compliment, she roused his typical preening personality, and he shifted back against the building with the same smug smile he wore when bathed in compliments by other girls. However, this one deserved something more, due to the sudden kinship that grew from two people being thrust into a war they never understood. Even on opposing sides, either he beguiled or her she beguiled him, but either way... There was some serious beguiling going on, and he liked that.
Almost as much as he liked poker.
"Just pretty sexy?" He feigned disappointment, maybe even pouted a little. "I wouldn't worry about the faction lines for now. We're new, you know? So what do they expect us to do, just know everything from the get-go? So what if we're not killing each other right now - the least we could do is lie and say we were trying to sway each other to the right side, whichever that is." But with his explanation came a much colder realization - one that crippled his normally confident and open nature.
What if she was the one playing games here? What if she intended to sway him with her compliments and sentiments and niceties until he was comfortable enough to follow her back to the stars, never to be seen again?
She was a declared enemy, as far as the Negaverse was concerned. Would this blatant disregard for their words send him to his grave?
He hoped not.
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Posted: Tue Sep 17, 2013 11:22 am
She faced him. His hands on her hips felt...right.
He would hurt her, this one. He would make loyalty difficult. She could tell, but a chance to convert him remained, and it seemed worth the complications.
Certainly his beauty and charm and affection didn't hurt.
"Hey." Smiling, she wrapped her arms around his neck. "I'm a terrible liar, so I'll be upfront okay?" She pressed against him and closed her eyes. "I have every intention of pulling you from the Negaverse, but I will not hurt you, and I will not force you." She met his gaze. "I don't want to push you away from me, even if I disagree with your colleagues." Her hands drifted to his shoulders. "I would not use you." Particles floated white under streetlamps. A taxi drifted by. "I promise."
She laughed.
"You are very sexy." She brushed back his bangs, smiling at the hole driving deep into his forehead. "Thank you for correcting me."
And she meant it. She liked him. She pressed against him and grinned, staring up at him.
"So, truth time: Are you going to kiss me or what?"
Laughter. Purple curls lifted by the nighttime breeze. Fingers entwining with his.
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Posted: Sat Oct 05, 2013 7:25 am
Touch was simple. Touch was easy to digest. And touch often led to much more entertaining affairs.
But Medea's touch... was complicated. With it came a promise, a certainty that she would try to pry his budding loyalty from him, and return to her faction with him in tow. It promised mixed emotions, granted skepticism. Formed barriers. She clarified her intentions, her dissent with his side, and from those few words of truth he understood that he could not trust her. Could not capitulate to her. Could not air his concerns around her.
But that should've been expected. The two interacted from opposing sides.
What was he to do?
Play along. Raise the bet. Bluff. Make her fold. Fold into her. Spill cards and chips across the ground in fits of passion. Anything but divulge his true intentions - for that disrespected the game.
"Don't ever play poker, Medea," he responded with a practiced smile. For now he would behave the part. He would entertain the charades. She would see what years of card games cultivated in the charismatic blonde, and she would not discern their meaning. Their coldness. For now, this became a business arrangement - though he had no intention of betraying her to his team. Adonis would simply observe her, and through his careful eye for treachery, determine whether he should act on the Negaverse's encouragements toward senshi or continue to entertain her sentiments, without such guarded reciprocation.
But that day was not now.
So he pressed his lips to hers in a wordless whisper, slipping an arm about her waist and drawing her just a little closer.
His fingers drew up the back of her hand. Betrayal was cold, harsh. She didn't deserve it, but she searched for it. Asked for it. And who was he to turn her down?
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Posted: Tue Oct 08, 2013 10:13 pm
Once upon a time, Medea kissed Adonis on a rooftop and pressed against him and felt happy, and she smiled and her heart warmed at the brush of skin and Adonis pulled her closer and her heart raced and she truly believed nothing could hurt her, and even when she acknowledged the possibility that this could hurt her colleagues--even when she insisted that she kissed and held to convert--she knew the truth. Though she couldn't confess it, she recognized that she liked Adonis. She sought connection and fulfillment from him, and she didn't know why. What could he possibly offer beyond a good time? Mystery? Entertainment? He seemed so new.
Then again, so was she.
Maybe she didn't like mazes or puzzles or mind games (liar liar). Maybe she didn't even want Adonis (pants on fire), but she brushed her hands through his hair and smirked and didn't feel outdoors anymore because he seemed warm and steady and good like leather couches or wood frame bookcases, and she trusted him completely. A misplaced trust, perhaps, but a firm and earnest trust that he wouldn't hurt her--that he accepted her confession and liked her anyway.
Or something.
Maybe she just over-analyzed. Maybe it was as simple as two bodies on top of candy shop. Could it be that easy? It could. Did she want it to be? She closed her eyes. She kissed his cheek and his neck and sighed so softly she wondered if he could even hear.Strickenized Thanks for the RP! Let me know if you want them to meet up again. =D
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