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 Posted: Sun Sep 03, 2006 7:33 pm
...He stared at him, "What, are you some kind of under-cover spy for these people?" The devil's advocate thing was getting to him. His paranoia was rising, and fear, as well, but he kept that as low as possible. he didn't want to go back..no, he really didn't.
He winced a bit, and brought a hand up to run over his cheek..unconsciously touching one of the tattoos at the memories, before dropping his hand onto Mark's thigh, other hand setting behind him, and he leaned against it..trying to stay calm. Though now he was twitchy and just wanted to...move.
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Posted: Sun Sep 03, 2006 7:52 pm
"Hunh," Marks snorted, "Who knows? Maybe I am - looks like you really didn't think about this, Sammie. Survival tip - you don't go letting your arch nemeses live so they can run around behind your back. The only safe enemy's a dead one." And sometimes not even then, what with the whole revenge factor.
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Posted: Sun Sep 03, 2006 8:02 pm
He rolled his eyes, trailing his fingers over the male's thigh, boredly...partially interested in what he was saying. He could have never killed them, mainly because he didn't know where they were at the time. Sighing, he curved the path of his fingers, to the other's hips. He was..beyond bored. Yep.
"I'll kill them...someone will kill them, sooner or later."
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Posted: Sun Sep 03, 2006 8:13 pm
Someone wasn't listening. Oddly, Marks found himself irritated instead of indifferent. Not bothering to think on those implications other than that he was irritated and also irritated because he was irritated, the demon leaned slightly back with a whiff of breath, "That's a lot of faith, sweetheart - you an altar boy in a past life? Earlier in this one?"
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Posted: Sun Sep 03, 2006 8:21 pm
"Faith isn't really the word," he was amused that the male was irked with his lack of attention to him. Aw. This made him chuckle slightly, and trail his hand up further, lifting the hem of his shirt playfully...tauntingly. Trying to be less paranoid, and bored, actually.
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Posted: Sun Sep 03, 2006 10:44 pm
"It's about putting your belief in something that you've got no way of figuring," Marks scoffed, settling back into the policy of nonreaction and seeming not to notice Samael's attention to his shirt, "And you probably wouldn't appreciate it quite as much if I just called you stupid."
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Posted: Sun Sep 03, 2006 10:51 pm
He shrugged a bit, "Does it matter? As long as they dont get me.." Paranoia. He sighed, and moved forward once more..legs still cast over the demon's. He nuzzled his neck, mainly just because he was bored and tired at this point, and set his arms between the two of their bodies.
Hey, he usually never got attention/bodily contact. So he was taking advantage of it. Special him. And Marks didn't seem to mind, to an extent. For now. ...
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Posted: Sun Sep 03, 2006 11:04 pm
Marks didn't actually mind, mostly because he had few boundaries over what he'd do with strangers (usually attractive ones) and partly because it was Samael and he intended in some corner of his mind to spend quite a deal of future time wheedling the contradictions within the 'vampire' into one, solid, dark direction.
"Believing they're not gonna get you isn't gonna get you too far though," he said, though his tone was shifting now, drifting into a lower and quieter place that rested only between them and the impending closeness.
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Posted: Sun Sep 03, 2006 11:11 pm
"Tch," he scoffed slightly, and closed his eyes, arms moving to cross loosely, limply, over his stomach..nails catching onto his shirt, so they stayed propped up against himself, and not against the demon's abdomen or crotch. Heh. Tongue slipped over his pale lips, not really bothering to answer.
He knew that Marks was right. He'd have to deal with it sooner or later. Probably sooner, rather than later...since, well. Marks was about. But he didn't care. "You're so affectionate," he said lowly, tastelessly...and, well, dark sarcasm tainted his words. Maybe he was teasing, maybe he was hinting.
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Posted: Mon Sep 04, 2006 7:57 am
Always coming back to this 'denial' thing - so Samael wasn't a real vampire, big deal. That was only so far as he knew (either of them) and there had to be something still hiding beneath the surface in monstrous instinct.
"It's what I'm known for," he replied laconically, perfectly deadpan going along with the vein of sarcasm and still not reacting to the unicorn's attentions.
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Posted: Mon Sep 04, 2006 9:23 am
Instinct was a funny thing. He could, most likely, take out an entire town, if he wanted to. Wanted to. He loved to kill things, dont get him wrong. But when it came to following those artificial instincts..those nagging hungers, he hated it. He didn't want to be what those people wanted him to be. If they had wanted him to be more aggressive, angry...more of a killing machine, they would have finished the damn process of creating a complete, artificial vampire.
He was just a halfling. Sad, wasn't it?
"So I see," Samael mumbled, giving up on propping his arms, so he allowed them to rest down to the demon's abdomen and lap, claws toying with the hem of his shirt. Frowning, he kept himself awake...mainly by the thought that he might be set aflame if he didn't.
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Posted: Mon Sep 04, 2006 2:46 pm
They really weren't having a conversation by this point. It'd never been anything remotely resembling smalltalk, come to think of it - not that it'd been of earth-shattering significance either. He couldn't find anything to complain about, either than he hadn't managed to drive Samael to the killing edge yet. But hell, he had time to do that.
"What're you doing?" he said after a moment, inscrutable gaze locked on Samael's face and somewhere within both curious and amused.
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Posted: Mon Sep 04, 2006 4:08 pm
"Resting?" He questioned, pulling his head back from the other's neck enough so his temple was set to his shoulder, and his eyes could focus on Marks' face. He looked contented, though slightly bothered..probably because he was thinking over the risk of getting dragged back to the facility. Not that he couldn't fight back and kill them.
He sighed against his neck, and rolled his shoulders, arms resting limply to the other's lap, now, between both of their thighs. Lovely for anyone who happen to pass by. Not that anyone would. His legs rested over the other's, crook of his knees set to the male's upper thighs, nearest his hips. So, they were pretty close. Fun stuff, fun position.
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Posted: Tue Sep 05, 2006 4:06 pm
"....Uh hunh," was the indelicate reply as Marks' hand once more trailed to Samael's hair but by contrast this time, merely took a few strands and tucked them behind one crimson-furred ear. Almost... gentle in attention.
"For what?" he asked, just as indelicately as his hand moved back to the ground, appearing to have made the movement only to Marks' own enigmatic amusement.
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Posted: Tue Sep 05, 2006 4:28 pm
He was kind of random. Arching a brow when his hair was moved, said ear flicked a bit, and he sighed, closing his eyes once more. Marks seemed sarcastic, though, and slightly...teasing? With his movements. But, the gentle gesture still made him question the movement period.
"No reason." Was his simple reply, fingers shifting to play with the hem of the male's shirt, nails catching against it lazily.
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