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 Posted: Tue Jan 21, 2014 8:11 pm
Clary looked a little stung when he brushed her hand away, but she very quickly shoved it down in favor of a completely bland smile. "No, that's not my intention; I'd prefer to have you healed and on the top of your game when I find out exactly how fantastic your d**k is," she said, her tone remarkably cheery, but she very quickly returned to seriousness with a small exasperated sigh. "I just want to make sure you're alright, is that so awful?"
Perhaps it was, to him. She was a silly girl with silly human affections, at the end of the day, and it informed everything she did. She huffed and returned her attention to her coffee, following when he started walking again.
"I suppose that makes sense enough, I sohuld hope I was never dumb enough to patrol near home before." Another thing she couldn't remember. Had she? Hadn't she? Maybe she was that stupid - she'd been very, very stupid.
Her false, perhaps overly bubbly cheer returned as a response to his threat. "Oh, certainly, you could tell one of the General-Kings or -Queens about my little mistake, but I'd then be obligated to explain exactly how I knew it was yours in order to return it, and I can't imagine how they'd feel about that little stunt you pulled." She said, tone perfectly chipper even though she kept her volume low. "I'll dance to your tune because I want to, not because you're blackmailing me, dear." Any more fake cheer and she'd be actively generating sparkles and glitter.
"And besides, next time we're both powered up, I'd like you to take a look at mine, since you were the only one who saw it before and thereby the only one who can tell me what's different." Something had to be different, didn't it? So she needed him to at least tolerate her presence long enough to answer that question.
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Posted: Tue Jan 21, 2014 8:41 pm
"It is so awful. Very awful." But Alois never clarified his reasoning for such a reaction - instead he dispersed his attention to the surrounding area, to the stark branches struck sharply across the sky or the thin dusting of clouds obscuring an oppressively sunny day. Shadows from cars spread across the concrete, their lines bold and definite against the sun-bleached pavement. The cold ate into his skin, sank through his flesh. He hated it. Hated company. And as a rare point in his relatively smooth transition, he hated his humanity.
Were he a skulking monstrosity that dwelled in the Rift, the two would not be having this conversation.
In his scrutiny of the environment, Alois effectively tuned his companion out for the time being. Even as he crossed the street, he idly conceived of the look on her face when she suddenly met her demise, courtesy of a Mac truck whose brakes suddenly locked up. And he thought about how those strewn organs would shimmer and shine, like glitter dusted across a model's face, like the sunlight reflected off the sea on a lulling day, as they steamed and cooled in the algid winter temperature. And he wondered just how much of her face remained intact - perhaps a shattered jaw with teeth embedded in her inner cheek, or half her skull splintered into the truck's grill. Small wonders, but they eased his agitation.
Until she reminded him of his earlier folly. "Zey wouldn't be surprised," he answered dejectedly. His veins itched for warm comforts. HIs eyes throbbed, be it from the brutal sun or the walking headache spouting pleasantries at an obsessive rate. Rapid-fire effervescence, indistinguishable from machine gun fire or bubble wrap.
You weren't supposed to return it.
With one arm wrapped around his chest, Alois wormed his fingers into the grooves between his ribs, prodding for the telltale pains from his recovery. They peeled up his side like crisping wallpaper, dead and discolored and curled about the edges as they eked down his shoulder and into his hand. It hurt, but it was easy. "Leaf', Clarisse," he uttered finally - spoken in verses of ice and derision. "Study your own rotten fruit of a ******** starseed. Leaf' me out of it and don't solicit me wis' your paltry ******** studies." Far too irritated to tolerate her further, Alois took to a quicker pace through little-known alleys.
Backroads for backwash.
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Posted: Tue Jan 21, 2014 9:00 pm
Clarisse wasn't sure what she was expecting, but being summarily dismissed was not it. Ah, well, if he didn't want her around, she wouldn't inflict her presence further. She gave him a slightly more genuine smile as she began to retreat. She would have to find an alley to transform; walking back to Gabriel's flat in this weather was simply not happening.
"Oh, but there's no fun in that. I can stare at it all I want, and I have, but I can't compare. Ah well - my curiosity will simply remain unsated." She did, however, move to catch up with him for only a few more moments, because she had one last thing to say, even if it went practically or actually unheard.
"Alois. Do try not to die. I still like you."
She turned and moved away at a surprisingly quick pace, a small girl who quickly vanished into the crowd. The entire time, she was searching for that out she needed, somewhere to tuck herself in and become Persephone.
Maybe she wouldn't go home, not yet. She had a coffee to finish, after all, and a whole nights' worth of potential entertainment to seek. The universe owed her a starseed, after all, and if it wasn't to be Alois's, it would have to be someone else. Maybe she would even make it two.
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