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Post by lily tomlinson on Aug 27, 2008 13:58:33 GMT -8
Vita poked Ombra in the arm and grinned. "It shouldn't be too hard, Ombra," she murmured, "It's Lucient. The man probably flirts with himself in the mirror. But if you pass.... well, there are much worse things than being beat up by Ares."
She wasn't threatening. Vita just wasn't the type for that. But she had an uncanny way of speaking the truths that would sound just the same.
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Post by ombra on Aug 29, 2008 14:36:36 GMT -8
The man probably flirts with himself in the mirror. Ha. Ombra's mouth curves, just a little. But she doesn't look at Vita. There's another second of -- what? Indecision? -- and then her shoulders rise-and-fall. Exhale.
Then Ombra stands, collects a jug of this drink that tastes like starlight and apples and shadow, and sits next to Lucient. Her voice is quiet, quiet, quiet:
"You don't... Do you mind if I hold your hand?"
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Post by maelstrom on Aug 29, 2008 21:58:33 GMT -8
What an interesting dilemma Lucient had going here. On the one hand, it was painfully obviously that this was part of the challenge. On the other, he found himself intrigued by the idea of holding her hand. This thought process in itself brought up the new and irritating possibility that she probably already knew this, and was currently laughing internally at him. Curse her.
"I dunno, what do I get out of it?" he asked, suspiciously, giving Life a look that plainly said he thought she was spawn of deepest evil for using this against him.
Yes, it would be the same result either way. And yes, he did have to be difficult about it, damn it.
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Post by doreyg on Aug 31, 2008 11:58:15 GMT -8
Mors is a wanderer, and tonight she has been stalking Vita, well... She says stalking.... It's more sitting in a tree with her legs dangling down and listening absentmindedly to the conversation... And then she gets bored, she's been torturing a fly for the past few minutes but now she's really bored and they are there after all...
So she drops down calmly, landing behind Vita with a faint thud and straightening up with a wicked smile... She doubts that anybody will jump but even if it's just one her night will be complete.
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Post by ombra on Sept 1, 2008 12:36:15 GMT -8
"What do you get? What do you want to get?" Her voice is perplexed. Ombra follows the line of Lucient's glare. Enter, Death: sleepy, dreamer's blink. Then she turns so that her back is to the other Powers and her body is turned toward Lucient. Her weight is balanced on her arm, and her hand is on the ground just next to his; she's not touching him, but they're still close, especially when she leans forward to say something in his ear. Ah, dark and light.
"I'm sorry, Lucient. Please? Just - look. You realize what this is about, don't you? It's just because -- this challenge? It's because they want to look at you; that's why you keep getting dragged into the game; they love you."
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Post by maelstrom on Sept 1, 2008 18:55:24 GMT -8
Lucient shivers so slightly, that Ombra is probably the only one to sense it. He ignores Death completely, all his attention focused on the beautiful woman beside him.
"I don't know what you mean," he says, looking around, and honestly, he's tricked himself into believing that. His fingers inch forward very slowly until they are just touching the ends of hers. He seems to be...nervous. How repulsive. He doesn't do nervous. Ick.
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Air, however, is not as immune to Death's rather abrupt entrance. He is not startled, merely irritated. She was supposed to have joined them hours ago. He hated the fact that she felt that she was better than them, showing up late and expecting not to be punished.
"Well, look who finally joined the fun," he says, eyes narrowed in irritation.
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Post by doreyg on Sept 2, 2008 4:21:58 GMT -8
Mors pauses in sitting by her sister, turns her gaze to Air and straightens up with a very crooked smile, spreading her arms wide "why my dear, have you missed little old me?"
Her eyes flicker around the group, counting faces (and giving War a very appreciative leer where he can actually see it) before coming to rest on Air again with a shrug "I was in a tree if you must know" her eyes flicker to Vita and she sighs, raising her hand and tossing the thing lightly to Vita "I'm afraid it got rather boring."
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Post by ombra on Sept 2, 2008 10:34:04 GMT -8
"Really?" Her lashes kiss her cheekbones. "I thought you were unflinching." A second. "Yes, you do." Know what she meant. Even if he'd tricked himself, which Ombra finds difficult to believe: she can't see what his deepest darkest lies are, either, although she's not exactly sharing that information. Her gaze doesn't lift again. Ombra keeps her head bowed, watches Lucient's fingertips touch hers. After a second, as gentle as a fall of light, a kiss of warmth, she slides her fingertips over his, under his. This is all really very slow. The onus of contact is on Lucient. Then she says, all quiet in his ear again, "Because it's true. But this is true, too. Everybody, even the ones who'd maybe like you anyway, who'd love you anyway, they can't help but be touched by your power. Except me. When I want to touch you, it's because I want to touch you. When I ... when I lo-...like you, it's because I like you. Because I can really see you." And he could see, if he were to look, that her gaze was unusually bright, unshed somethin' lending them brilliance.
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