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 Posted: Sun Dec 17, 2006 3:42 am
It was night-time, and three young Tahnee sat out in the yard of weeds, dead grass, and black roses... along with other black flowers. It was the only house on the street that was dark and gloomy, the only unique home... It really stood out against the vibrancy and consistance of the other homes.
Jepherie's ears flicked as he sat in a lawn chair, having it reclined back about half-way, so he was inbetween sitting and laying. Smiling lightly, he laughed with the other two, Raelin sitting between his legs and leaning back against his chest while he ran his fingers through her hair.
Raelin closed her emerald eyes and relaxed against Jepherie, whom she still considered a brother despite how many times he told her not to. They were all adopted by the same person, and just because she and Jepherie didn't share blood, they were still like brother and sister. Hell, the only difference was that Jepherie was nicer to her than her blood-brother, Rylin.. and lately, she didn't even know about Rylin. He had her very confused, in fact, he had both her and Jepherie confused.
Rylin smiled and leaned back in the padded lawn-chair, closing his eyes while he twirled red bangs around gloved finger-tips. He knew that he had Raelin and Jepherie confused, but he really didn't mind at all. They were family, and family members were supposed to be confused about one another. Heck, he was confused by Jepherie and Raelin constantly... besides, he was a little confused himself. After that last encounter when he bit Luciel, a male instead of a female, he had begun to worry about himself. He was only eighteen, and it's not like he actually knew himself all that well..
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Posted: Sun Dec 17, 2006 4:38 am
Headed home from the store, the tall green-clad boy had a bag of snacks slung over his lean shoulder, and was whistling a cheerful, lilting song. Israfel was a happy young man, despite his pale and somewhat sickly appearance; his brown eyes shone vivaciously as he navigated his way back in the direction of his own home, and there was a small, lightfooted lilt in his step. He'd left his top hat at home, and the soft moonlight gave him a vaguely fae appearance, not quite real, despite his vivid coloring.
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Posted: Sun Dec 17, 2006 4:57 am
Jepherie raised a brown, piercing green eyes focused on the vibrantly dressed young man with the pale complextion. Glancing to Rylin, he lifted both brows in slight suprise to see the other simply... gawking at him. "He's paler than you, eh Rylin?" The dog chuckled out. His only response was being flipped-off and receiving a quick, sharp glare. Chuckling more, he leaned forward and whispered something to Raelin.
Raelin raised a brow, intrigued by whatever had been whispered into her ear. Slowly standing, she reached down to take Jepherie's hand, pulling him up out of the chair. "You know, seeing bag slung over his shoulder makes me hungry, and we're all out of junk food... Bubba and I are going to make a trip to the store, anything you want to eat, Rylin?" She asked rather cruelly, knowing that he loved sweets, but couldn't stomach anything other than blood.
Rylin glared and growled at his sister, shaking his head. "Bugger off, Raelin." The vampire quickly retorted. Shaking his head, his eyes fixed on the jolly fellow walking all by himself... It was unnerving, but he looked delicious... neck and all... Just... so... Bah-- what was wrong with him? He really couldn't deny it, he was attracted to the green blob with the pale complextion. Damnit all, and he was hungry. He needed blood, damnit.
Jepherie made a wolf call towards Israfel, then quickly disappeared with Raelin, making it seem as if Rylin was the one who had made the call in the first place.
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Posted: Sun Dec 17, 2006 5:15 am
Brown eyes blinking in puzzlement, Israfel turned his eyes toward the boy who'd seemingly whistled at him. He studied him for a moment -- despite himself, he found his silver-buckled shoes padding over the night-damp grass to go and see. He'd warned Hikari and Irion a thousand times not to listen to strangers, but Israfel was older -- though apparently not wiser than the two tiny boys, who actually listened. Most of the time. "Hullo," sang out Israfel, in a sweet, sing-song Irish brogue that even being raised in a French household hadn't quashed. "Ye summoned, did ye?"
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Posted: Sun Dec 17, 2006 5:21 am
Rylin tried to remain calm, but the anger was welling up inside of him. He was short-tempered, and Jepherie doing something like that was just... so aggrivating! "Yes, apparently I think you're hot and I want to bang you," The vampire said calmly, though hinted it with bitter sarcasm.. What was worse is that it was some-what true. He wouldn't mind getting to touch a body like-- argh! Damnit, what was wrong with him? Women good, men bad! Though he was losing that argument as his gold eyes slowly, deliberately looked up and down the other male. Argh-- knock it off! He repeated in his mind, though it seemed to pay him no attention, causing him to place gloved fingers to his forehead in embarassment.
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Posted: Sun Dec 17, 2006 5:44 am
"Oh, do ye now?" Israfel's brows rose, nearly disappearing beneath his soft, fine brown hair. "'M afraid I don't come quite that easy, good sir." He watched the other looking at him with bemusement in his eyes, and a warm, bright smile on his pale face -- though a rich color rose in his cheeks. "Though ye're not so abysmal to look at yourself, if I may say so." He nodded, his voice teasing. He saw nothing wrong with flirting; it was comfortable and easy for him, and fun. Little came of flirting, in his experience -- simple harmless entertainment.
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Posted: Sun Dec 17, 2006 5:53 am
"How dare you," Rylin grumbled out, slowly standing. The way his body moved was graceful and elegant, unlike any other. Reaching a gloved hand to brush gloved fingers against his forehead, pushing the bangs away, he folding his arms across his chest. "I wouldn't flirt, if I were you, Sir," The vampire responded cooly, a devious smirk crossing his lips. "I just might get flustered and hungry enough to go overboard and put an end to you." He was half-way teasing, and half-way trying t scare the attractive boy away. Mainly because he was a little freaked out that he was suddenly finding a male attractive. It was... highly unusual for him. Part of it was true, too, he was extremely hungry... and he had run out of bottled blood. "Teasing, of course," The vampire cooed softly, hiding the fact that he was a vampire rather well as he took a graceful step forward, offering a bow. "My apologies for my first words to you, Sir. It was not me whistling, it was my brother... though if I may be so bold to say, you are worthy of a whistle from another man. I am Rylin Du Coudrae," He reached out and gently took the other's hand into his gloved hand, placing his lips against the warm skin before looking up at him with gold eyes... "What may I call you?"
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Posted: Mon Dec 18, 2006 3:03 am
The pink shade in Israfel's icy pale skin deepened, and his brown eyes widened, at the soft little kiss against his hand. Very, very courtly... how could anyone be so eccentric? The talk about being hungry and... death? What did that... Nevermind. Safe, easy flirting. Things had a tendency to slide off Israfel's back like water on duck feathers. "It's my great pleasure to meet ye, Rylin," said Israfel, and there was a bright sparkle in his warm brown eyes. "Name's Israfel -- no fancy last name, 'm afraid, but I think ye've got enough for the both of us, if I'm not mistakin'?" His grin was charmingly crooked, and flashed a dimple in his pale left cheek.
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Posted: Mon Dec 18, 2006 3:12 am
Pink tongue lightly slid out and moistened slightly chapped lips as the vampire slowly, gracefully stood back upright, tilting his head ever-so-slightly to the side. Silken hair gently brushed against his skin, framing the sides of his youthful face. "Pardon my insolence," The vampire started, "... or arrogance, whichever I may come across as," He added with a very light, curious-- yet charming-- smile. "... Do you mean I have enough of a last name as an insult, compliment, or as enough for us to share?" Rylin was usually well-composed and equipped with witty charm, but at the moment, he was quite the opposite. Worrying if he was doing-- or going to do-- something wrong.
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Posted: Mon Dec 18, 2006 5:01 am
"The secon' an' the latter, Rylin," said Israfel with another warm smile and a slight chuckle. "Why would I insult ye? Ye seem nice enough, an' all..." Besides, his knuckles were tingling with warmth where he'd been kissed -- and he felt delightfully flattered, pink-cheeked with pleasure. His fingers laced together behind himself, and he stretched, smiling still.
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Posted: Mon Dec 18, 2006 5:16 am
Rylin cleared his throat and reached up with a gloved hand, lightly slipping his fingers beneath the tie of his cloak to adjust his neck ruffle. Pink tongue sliding across his lips again, this time out of a nervous action-- though that was rather well disguised with well-mannered behavior-- at the answer the other had given. "Then I am flattered, Israfel." The young vampire said quietly, but spoke clearly. Gold eyes quickly flicked to the other male's neck before quickly focusing back on his brown eyes-- the eye-flicking so quick that it could have been passed off as having something in his eye. "Though I have doubts that you would be thrilled to share my name," Rylin added on with a light, dark chuckle. Flicking crimson bangs from his face, he glanced around. "Would you mind keeping me company until my siblings return, Israfel? It's getting quite chilly out here, and if it isn't to bold to do so, I would like to invite you inside to sit by the fire."
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Posted: Mon Dec 18, 2006 3:16 pm
Reaching out, Israfel lightly tweaked a wisp of bright crimson hair, winking one brown eye and grinning. "I'd be mighty pleased to do tha', my flattered friend -- after all, since I know yer name, ye're not a stranger anymore, now are ye?" Which meant that it was likely only a matter of time until Israfel got overly touchy -- if he hadn't already. Friendship, to him, was free rein to tease and touch and poke... but then, so was acquaintance. He was not picky about who he played with. "B'sides -- 's colder tha' a witch's -- ahem..." He grinned and cleared his throat, chuckling merrily. "Rather chilly out here, tha' is."
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