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 Posted: Sat Nov 19, 2005 7:49 am
This rp so far just for Flaim and Shen so me and Ryugen can actually rp them regularly and not wait like a week between rpgs.
Flaim shrugged. "Perhaps they fine living on the edge better then being protected. As you say everyone is different in what they find contentment in." He sat down a little bit away from the stero enjoying the sound.
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Posted: Sat Nov 19, 2005 12:07 pm
((apologizes again for scheduling issues. @_@))
"You have me again, Socrates." Shen spreads his hands in surrender, sauntering over to the couch...no...not a saunter, something a little different, as his feet trace soft paterns, almost so close to a walk that it's hard to see the delicate moves of a dance to the rhythm of the music. "Some of us make the sword, some of us are the sword, and some of us admire it from a distance. I think perhaps you're a little of the first two. This is the impression I get."
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Posted: Sat Nov 19, 2005 1:55 pm
Flaim watched his steps almost memorzied by the delicate rythems. "Hmmm I do not think I am a sword..perhaps a dagger or a kris." The delicate curved blade of a kris intriged him. He pulled his hair to one side. "Where we not going to play?" He asked.
(It's no biggy but I think this is going to work better for us.)
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Posted: Sat Nov 19, 2005 2:39 pm
(Yeah, probably, my schedule will eventualy change, but then it will be in flux for a while. @_@ *sigh*)
"So we were...hm...." He dances up toward Flaim, almost to touching. "Knife for cunning, Sword for will...perhaps an Flamberge would suit your taste, it shares a style with the Kris." He pauses a moment, looking thoughtful. "A game, a game...what shall we play?" He pulls the hairpins out of his hair again, rolling them between his palms. "What would be a good game...for us..."
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Posted: Sun Nov 20, 2005 5:57 am
Flaim looked at the hair pins, there sharp little edges, and tilted his arm till the soft underside, show the barest pattern of scars running down just before his wrist in swirls. "I think I have already played a game that might intrest you." He tilted his head looking at Shen trying to hide the slight fear and for some reason excitement he was feeling. "A flamberge? I will have to see one sometime."
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Posted: Sun Nov 20, 2005 8:31 am
"I think perhaps you have." He notes, though her turns the handles of the pins toward Flaim in offering. "Is it a game you enjoy, do you remember?"
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Posted: Sun Nov 20, 2005 8:35 am
"I don't remeber really." His fingers ran over his wrist. "The only this is a knife posed here," he laid a finger on the smallest spiral near his wrist, "and blood trickling down my hand." Flaim looked up at Shen reaching for a pin pulling one out. "This one."
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Posted: Mon Nov 21, 2005 6:09 am
"Pretty...." Shen hums softly, reaching forward distractedly to brush the spiral scar with his fingernails...then drives the other hairpins into a cushion with an equaly distracted flash of sudden and graceful violence. "Alright then...this is your game...show me how to play it." He kneels down, crossing his arms across Flaim's knee with a wink. His expression one that suggests Flaim could be furniture, prey, and companion all at the same time.
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Posted: Mon Nov 21, 2005 6:18 am
Flaim shivered softly as Shen touched the spiral scar eyes widing slighlty as he drove the others into a cushion. Was he always this graceful? Flaim switched the needle in his other hand tilting his left arm. The pattern had never been finished stopping at the crook of his elbow. The needle dragged slowly where the spiral had been left unfinished reopening the smallest bit of the scar as he curved it blod trickling down dark flesh..
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Posted: Mon Nov 21, 2005 6:28 am
"I dreamed of hell..." Shen sighs softly, watching the blood bead on Flaim's skin. "And I dreamed of a thousand needles piercing naked flesh." He runs his hand down Flaim's skin as he continues this strange 'poetry'. "I Dreamed of hell...and I dreamed of an wind that tore gentle flesh from white bone. I dreamed of hell, and then I dreamed of you. And I dreamed of such fierce joy that heaven and hell were one." He smiles up at the demon, black eyes distant. "I remember someone telling me that once...but I can't remember who."
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Posted: Mon Nov 21, 2005 6:35 am
Flaim stopped pulling the needle away holding his skin out to Shen blood beading up. "I need the blood wiped away..would you care to do it." He asked softly eyes partly cloed in pleasure as Shen hand ran down his skin. "It is pretty Shen the way you speak the poetry."
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Posted: Mon Nov 21, 2005 12:34 pm
"How kind of you to say so." He wipes the blood away gently and licks it off his fingers like something sweet. "I'm sure many could speak it better. I don't consider myself a master of such arts, they seem too gentle for my rough skills...though perhaps something you would do very well at...or art..." He runs his fingers over the soft patterning of scars.
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Posted: Mon Nov 21, 2005 12:39 pm
"Perhaps." Flaim said setting the needle back finishing the spiral dotting the outside edges slowly. He put the needle in his mouth sucking off the rest of it as he watched the blood bead up. He felt hot as Shen played with the scar as if he was suppose to do something. Do something to make the heat settle.
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Posted: Mon Nov 21, 2005 12:54 pm
"Mm. Your pulse just sped up." Shen leaves his hand draped over Flaim's wrist, feeling the pulse underneath the skin. "Did I alarm you...or...something else..." he purrs the second half, closing his other hand around Flaims.
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Posted: Mon Nov 21, 2005 12:58 pm
Flaim let the pin drop from his mouth. "No you didn't alarm me soething else.. heat.." He said looking at Shen hands curled around his wrist the purr making an ache in his heart. "Shen please.." He said begging not even sure he was begging for.
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