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 Posted: Tue Jan 11, 2005 9:24 am
(This is a private RP between Quantel/Tera and Silva/Ice/Etc ONLY. Feel free to read, though! biggrin )
Deliveries were getting closer together back at the Pixashop, which had brought Quantel to the conclusion that she would need to pay another visit to Silva. As she glided through the air, she ignored the hunk of metal that hovered around her head.
Up ahead was the house of Ice, exactly as remembered, save for the obvious signs of winter that surrounded it in soft white drifts. Knowing her destination, Quantel headed directly for the window that led to Silva.
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Posted: Tue Jan 11, 2005 9:33 am
Silva was... reading. He smirked, leaning back against his shadow sprocket like a chair and flipping the page. His new height made reading his hentai novels so much easier, he thought smirking slightly.
"Hey, Boss! We've got a visitor!" Nick called out from where he was (Shockingly enough) working out with one of Silva's smaller dumbbells. Silva nodded, closing his book and tossing it across the room so it landed under Ice's bed. He just hoped that damn fire mouse didn't get to it before he could retrieve it.
Then he leaned back again, chewing on his toothpick and waiting for the visitor to come to him. There were only a few people that knew to come to this window, after all. And by the sound of Sonnet's deep growl he had a good idea of who it was.
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Posted: Tue Jan 11, 2005 9:44 am
The bile green sprocket entered the room first, twisting and turning in all directions before darting back out. Folding her wings in, moreso as to avoid the flying object's direct trajectory for them, Quantel touched down on the windowsill deftly. Glancing to either side, she took in Silva and his little creature cooly.
Someone has grown a bit. Her surprise did not register on her features, which remained carefully schooled in nonchalance, even as she smiled slightly and nodded in the burgundy Feien's direction. The creature, for the time being, was not worthy of her acknowledgement.
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Posted: Tue Jan 11, 2005 9:50 am
"Hello Darlin." Silva said lazily, smoothly getting to his feet. He had gotten used to his new size, with the help of a half dozen falls off of his board while snowboarding. He was inwardly pleased with how natural his actions looked... and felt. But all that showed on his face was his usual slight smirk.
Damn was she short... Oh well. "What can I do you for?" He asked calmly, looking her over from his new height. Short, yes, but still hot.
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Posted: Tue Jan 11, 2005 9:57 am
My, my, my... The height she had taken him to be while sitting was no where near that which was apparent now. Her smile widened ever so slightly, and she allowed herself to look him over again, obviously, letting her eyes linger over such parts as his wiry strength and his new, large hands. The possibilities that ran through her mind were not limited to that of a sensual nature.
Drawing her gaze back to his face, she let the hunger in her eyes fade back. "I pray you have not forgotten that which I left with you." Quantel didn't bother to look around for his Pixa, which she knew was most likely glowering at her presently. "I have found need for it once more."
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Posted: Tue Jan 11, 2005 10:01 am
"What you left, huh?" He asked, looking as if he was thinking. He remembered of course, but he liked it when people thought he was slower then he actually was. Such as forgetting names. That or he didn't give a s**t, which was closer to true.
The eerie laugh of the hyena from where Lyric and Sonnet were watching made him snort slightly before tugging his toothpick out of his mouth. "Yeah, I remember. You need it, huh?" He didn't move. "How much?"
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Posted: Tue Jan 11, 2005 10:21 am
Ah. So this was how he played the game. Allow the so-called debt to accrue, and then demand payment. Clever. More amused than irked, Quantel spread her arms out to the side, hands turned with palms upward. "You tell me. As you can see, I have little..." Here, she tilted her head slightly, still looking up at him. "Save myself, of course."
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Posted: Tue Jan 11, 2005 10:33 am
"Now aren't you the lucky one? I'm feeling generous." His eyes gleamed slightly, anticipation giving his voice a husky tone. When he had been a kid, she had seemed so much more... dangerous. Not that she wasn't, but he was feeling the power of his new height. He could handle her.
And on another note, he doubted she would be making mating plans after a single snog. She didn't seem the maternal type. "C'mere."
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Posted: Tue Jan 11, 2005 9:32 pm
As Quantel stepped closer to him, a series of faces flashed through her mind. Nero, Maquinar, Sunil... Before a single one could take hold and cause her discomfort, she buried them beneath her current purpose. She allowed nothing but sultry anticipation to show on her face.
Stopping in front of him, within the reach of his arms, she tilted her head back so that she could meet his eyes, a motion that exposed the white curve of her throat. "Is this close enough?" she breathed softly.
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Posted: Wed Jan 12, 2005 10:23 am
Something made him hesitate. It might have been the way she moved, or the expression in her eyes, but his smirk went cold.
"Who do you belong to?" He asked unemotionally. "If there's one thing I've learned in my life, it's that I don't share. At all."
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Posted: Wed Jan 12, 2005 9:02 pm
"How fortunate for you, then." She didn't miss a beat, shifting her wings out to cast a shadow over both of them. Why he had even asked that question was beyond her, as she had never considered herself one to become attached to any. "I belong to none."
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Posted: Thu Jan 13, 2005 6:38 am
He snorted, letting his own wings fold out. They were much larger then hers. Then he let them fall back into place and turned slightly. "Sorry, Darlin. I don't have time to play whose is bigger." He took to the air, grabbing the choker from where it lay unhidden in his zen garden, and bringing it back to her.
With a off-handed motion he tossed it to her. "And suddenly I'm not in the mood." She was too much like him, he thought, heading for his weights. And he was close enough to not feeling anything as it was.
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Posted: Thu Jan 13, 2005 8:01 am
Almost unconciously, she caught that which was thrown to her, maintaining the spread of her wings. How like a male to have taken her gesture to be a threat... Fingers tightening invisibly on the cords, Quantel fought for control of her emotions, though none of that showed in her face, which was still turned upwards to look at him.
"Really, Silva. What are you afraid of?" Now she brought her wings down, folding them over her shoulders, a half-smile apparent in the curve of her lips. "I am beginning to think you are attempting to intentionally raise my ire."
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Posted: Thu Jan 13, 2005 8:09 am
He almost laughed. "Not attempting, Darlin. Succeeding. A snog is easy to come by, but a woman that looks hot when she's trying not to show she's pissed is another thing entirely." He decided to stroke her ego a little, smirking as he clinically studdied her reaction.
"And Darlin, you're nothing if not hot."
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Posted: Thu Jan 13, 2005 8:29 am
If he wishes to think you are angry, let him. Less humiliating. She absolutely refused to become emotional in front of him, and his heavy-handed compliment did little to soothe her. The shadows in her eyes danced, swirled, the only real indication of what was going on within.
With a light shrug of her shoulders, Quantel began to lift her wings out slightly so that she could wrap the cord around her waist, much as it had been when she first visited him. "So be it. I imagine your next opportunity to 'snog' is simply lurking outside your window as we speak, awaiting my departure to make her entrance." Her hands began their work, circling the cord around her.
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