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 Posted: Thu Nov 22, 2007 3:56 pm
His prescence clouded her senses for the slightest moment, and her head jerked suddenly toward his direction. Her eyes were narrowed as if focusing on where he last stood before disappearing. His scent was strong in that controlled area, and most wouldn't be able to follow the trace he left when transporting. Her head jerked back where she realized the smell was concentrating once more. however, her heart still froze when he touched her. His scent was so familiar and relaxing. Her musclestensed for a few moments, but then relaxed as his scent was almost a high for her. Both of her graceful limbs coiled around his neck while her head nuzzled into the side of his neck, her chilled breath blowing gently against his flesh.
"Nope, Keno-san."
A smile corrupted those innocent features. She was twice as confident as she used to be, but there was still a smidge of timid awkwardness enveloping her persona. Still her best friend was with her for the first time in so long. She was too content being with him to register it. His question made her chuckle, her lips lifting slowly up to his ear, where she whispered her answer. The tone was undistinguishable. Whether there was any hint of intimatcy or simply friendly was unsure.
"Maybe."
She laughed innocently, pushing him back slightly to get a good look at him. Her eyes traced down his muscular physique, befuddled about hi choice in clothing. She had never seen him so casual..so...underdressed. Christiania blinked several times before deciding it was a good look for him. The diclonius returned her eyes back to his and smiled her infamous toothy smile. The pearl white teeth glittered in the lighting of the Orion, and some could say there was silver strands running through them. She was the epidemy of gorgeous.
"I have to say, Keno-san, the casual doesn't suit you. You appear...oh...I don't know...friendly."
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Posted: Thu Nov 22, 2007 4:16 pm
"What?" he asked humorously, "you'd prefer mysterious, mean, and foreboding?" Looking her over, he simply smiled at her makeup. He preferred her keeping the natural image as she was stunning enough as it was, but if she liked cosmetics, what position was he in to stop her?
Being the playful type whenever he was around her though, he couldn't help but to close back in on her, his helpless prey. "I could also be ruthless if you wish," he said teasingly, as he gripped her sides again, the secure fast about her waist hinting at how futile it would be to playfully try to push him away, if at all. Nuzzling his left cheek against hers, he purred into her ear before rising, pulling her toward him to maintain the same close proximity between the two of them. Stroking her cheek, he smiled kindly before addressing her again.
"What have you been up to these days? You seem to show up to Orion much less than I do, so I should be highly honored that you're hear today." All the while his voice remained just as ambivalent as hers. Of course his hold on her and that look in his eyes suggested he wanted something from her. Force of habit or not, he was intending to get it.
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Posted: Thu Nov 22, 2007 4:39 pm
((Legasp!! There has been a form of RPing going on? eek ))
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Posted: Thu Nov 22, 2007 4:40 pm
<<-correction! There is a form of RPing going on.>>
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Posted: Thu Nov 22, 2007 4:49 pm
"Well, that's how I remember you. It's not fair that everyone after me gets to see a casual side of you!!"
Her lips formed a pout as she whined about it silently for a few moments, but the closeness of his body and his scent made her smile. Damn his smell...Christiana had focused on enhancing her keen senses, but she didn't expect something this unnoticeable would drive her crazy like this. Chrissy did not know if her kind had such a strong reaction certain scents, but she knew vampires did. It was almost unbearable for them to be in the same vicinity with the person, and the only way it went away was if they killed them. Her stomach churned at the idea of Astraea getting ahold of him even though he'd be fine. Still, Astraea had grown in power so it could prove more difficult. She would go insane if that smell reached her while she was in control.
Taking a deep, controlled breath Christiania stared at him with a curious, yet befuddled expresson. He was so strange and fickle to say the least. She tossed a few of the loose strands away from her eyes, watching him as he watched her. Christiania was still unsure of how to really react to Keno since he confused her so. he was one of the few people he wasn't able to lock down in her mind-instantly understanding why he does what he does. It aggrivated Chrissy, and actually made her annoyed everytime she saw him. The thoguht was striken from her mind though when his hand reached her cheek. Reacting, Chrissy shifted slightly, but smiled in her congenial mannor nonetheless. People didn't touch her face. It just wasn't something she allowed; however, she didn't want to tell Keno that. Christiania loathed herself whenever Keno was unhappy while she was around. Old habits die hard.
"I've been...understanding humans. Trying to at least. The whole idea of a coat is still strange. It's not...cold..."
She said the word as if it was still foreign to her. Her nose shriveled up as she tried to contemplate the difference between hot and cold. Her body had no tempature gauge installed therefore tempature was no cause for frantic clothes buying like it was for humans. Another thing that puzzled her. At the second half of his statement, she chuckled, randomly brushing her soft fingertips over his cheek. Chrissy abruptly stopped for a moment, but hurriedly forced herself from the akward pause and shook her head straining a smile.
"Of course you should be honored. I'm not exactly seen very often anymore, so, you're lucky. Everyone's scent was so faint I thought no one was around."
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Posted: Thu Nov 22, 2007 5:11 pm
"The fact that you get to see this side of me should make you feel special. Not everyone gets to see me being so personally intimate."
His finger poked her nose teasingly as she pouted, still wearing a soft smile on his face. He knew that it really did bother her for him to be so close, to be so affectionate, to touch her so softly. Treating her like his own even though she belonged to no one. Nonetheless he couldn't help himself. Chrissy was too warm a person in his life to let go of, even though it was likely she would find someone much more fulfilling eventually. At that point he'd have to let her go, but it didn't seem as though he'd be doing that any time soon.
When she shifted at his touch, he tightened his grip and jerked her closer still, as though to deny her any choice in his affection. His palm rested gently under her left eye, his middle fingers stroking faintly against her warm flesh. Of course he dropped his arm once he was satisfied, but they were now practically stuck to one another, connected at the hip to the least.
"You know," he said barely above a whisper, "humans have their own individual definition of 'cold.' You don't have to dress warm if you're not cold. No one will think it too weird. Those with thinner blood will likely be shocked, but they won't think you particularly weird." He himself could wear whatever he wanted wherever he wanted without being bothered too much. Of course he was unique in that his body naturally adapted to air temperature. Since air couldn't exactly overheat or anything, he was usually fine.
When she touched his cheek, he caught her hand, held it in place, and nuzzled into it, purring as he brushed her fingers against his lips, sending a very sensual gaze her way as he did so. He was too playful for his own good, but he didn't care so long as he didn't do something to upset Ichi. Of course she did try to fill a girl with lead and all he had done was stand really close to her.
"Next time I'm around, you'd better be back. It's not right for you to leave this place so vacant, and I won't tolerate you not being here."
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Posted: Thu Nov 22, 2007 5:46 pm
"Uh! I never said I didn't feel special, Keno-san."
Again, he touched her face. The corner of her mouth faltered in the smile she had been clinging to, almost revealing the displeasure she felt while he held her so close. he didn't realize how much effort she was putting forth to keep her vectors steady. They didn't like people touching their mistress. Keno was lucky she had been training so consistently on controlling those six deathtraps or he'd be in serious jepardy. Her teeth slid from behind her lip and bit down gently on the plump, bottom one trying not to think about it.
Chrissy watched him with her innocently affectionate eyes tilting her head to the right slightly as his constricting grip loosened then eventually fell. Instantly, her feet shuffled backward to give her a few inches of personal bubble space. Not that she didn't enjoy Keno's prescnece, but that damned smell was beginning to make her dizzy. The space cleared her head significantly, and her spirits lifted as well. Christiania smiled again, lifting her free hand to scratch behind the black ribbon tied securely aorund her cream-colored horn on the right side of her skull. The ribbon ruffled but made no sign of removing itself.
His voice sent an unpleasant shiver down her spine. Keno was so mean to her. Christiania fought back the urge to physically show what he was doing to her focusing whole-heartedly on what he was saying. Cold...warm...whatever. Chrissy was not going to be singled out amongst a group of humans-it would raise questions. She shrugged in response, blowing off the subject silently.
"Keno..."
She whispered genuinely, closing her eyes while he grabbed her hand and shifted it over his lips as sensually as he did. Her gaze dropped to the wooden threshold though both eyes were closed. She had never touched him like this before, and subconsciously it was so exhilarating, but she knew better than to think of him anymore as a friend now. At least, she tried helplessly. Christiania refused to look at him so long as his burning gaze still rested upon her. She couldn't count on her brain to hold back the vectors and Astraea anymore.
"O-Oh? Well, t-then you c-come more often...and I will too."
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Posted: Thu Nov 22, 2007 6:01 pm
He took a step forward, her fingers still on his lips, his left arm settling again on her waist as he drew nearer her ear a second time. Releasing her palm, now with no real place to go, his right arm joined its partner, holding them dangerously close as he breathed so softly in her ear, that she could not hear the air that was warming and cooling her flesh.
"Do you promise?" He backed away, just far enough to meet her turquoise gaze with his own burning glance. Yes, he knew that it was almost too strong a look for her to bear, but he would not turn away. His face was grave, very serious, and yet soft and affectionate, patient and understanding. Of course if things got underhand, he could find himself dealing with someone much more vicious and not nearly as kind, though Astraea was also a godsend to this undeserving world.
Slowly his face grew nearer and nearer, and he knew she wouldn't be able to stand the thought. She'd become flustered, upset, scared, confused, but also, willing, almost compliant, wanting, and hoping. No it was not fair, but whether he cared or not...
This time though, it appeared what would stop them wasn't her, but someone else, for before she would feel his breath on her face, he'd be standing completely erect, holding her still, but not securely, gaze at the door. Well needless to say he had forgotten that he might be having other guests, but this one was certainly not on his mind. How foolish of him.
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Posted: Thu Nov 22, 2007 6:11 pm
Of course the boy should probably be completely disgusted in his father and beyond livid, but since he was already disgusted with his father every time he thought about the man, it didn't really matter that he was seemingly clinging onto a woman that was not Kenta's mother. the fact that it was Miss Chrissy did honestly make him feel a bit better, but not by much.
In fact, part of him felt worse, because he would not caught much interaction going on between his father and Miss Chrissy and so always wondered what power it was his father seemed to have to keep her so loyally near him even though he clearly belonged to another woman. Even after having a child, Miss Chrissy would prove herself inexplicably dedicated in a degree to Kenta's father. Sometimes he wanted to tell her to just let it go and not bother, for it seemed that it would only cause her misery to be so near his father when she could not have him. At times, she persisted to this degree and others she did do her own thing, neither with much consideration from his father.
The young man would not master his father's art and so had to dress warmly on cool nights such as this. He wasn't entirely too cold though, so was fine with a simple sweater and scarf, the former an autumn red like maple and the latter a matching brown, wrapped around his neck and hanging down the left side. His hands were bear, but buried in the pockets of his blue jeans. His hair and coincidental choice in fashion resulted in him looking many ways like Keno, though his facial features, especially his eyes, reflected his mother's traits much more distinctly.
At first, he opted to just ignore the old b*****d, but there seemed to be no one else around and he did not come to the Orion just to be left alone.
"It's a wonder Mother tolerates you."
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Posted: Thu Nov 22, 2007 6:30 pm
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Posted: Thu Nov 22, 2007 6:32 pm
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Posted: Thu Nov 22, 2007 6:41 pm
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Posted: Thu Nov 22, 2007 6:42 pm
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Posted: Thu Nov 22, 2007 7:04 pm
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Posted: Thu Nov 22, 2007 7:08 pm
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