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Post by lily tomlinson on Jun 30, 2008 0:17:20 GMT -8
Damon smirked this time around, holding his laughter in. "Ah, but why should I tell?" he said. He loved to taunt, too. "What do I get if I do?"
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Post by shinigami on Jun 30, 2008 0:24:49 GMT -8
And instead of witty repartee in response, Beatrix says, "What would you like?"
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Post by lily tomlinson on Jun 30, 2008 0:42:26 GMT -8
Damon just about raised his eyebrows in surprise. Very rarely did someone actually ask him what he wanted, or give the illusion of giving in. That girl never ceased to amaze him. Interesting...
But he wouldn't be Damon if he were to give in so easily. "If I told you all the answers, where would the fun be in that?" he responded with amusement, "No, no, I think it best for you to decide on your own. Surprise me... if you can."
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Post by shinigami on Jun 30, 2008 0:51:20 GMT -8
The illusion of giving in -- well. They were still in front of The Mirage, weren't they? Made sense. In a sort of literary everything means something way.
"Fun for me," she said. And Beatrix smiled - faint. But see: the smile? The smile was quite lovely, but also (maybe) a little sad; also, because she's a fey girl, maybe darker than he'd have expected. And Beatrix gave Damon another sidelong look as she smiled, one that was more've a hook than any other'd been -- fishing. "Lemme see..."
ooc: And, ha! I'll let you decide whether or not she can guess something Damon wants 'cuz it's a secret and post it. And then, you know, I'll decide whether or not she uses it or makes something BS-y up. *g*
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Post by lily tomlinson on Jun 30, 2008 14:44:52 GMT -8
Damon raised an eyebrow, curious as to what she would think of. There wasn't much in the way of what he wanted that could be given. He wanted what his brother had, a stable relationship of his own, but he would never admit to that. He was little hungry, though... that was something. Another brandy would be nice... Something to spend his never ending fortune on, perhaps. But other than those, he wanted for nothing. He had everything a man could ever dream of except for the first.
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Post by shinigami on Jun 30, 2008 15:45:28 GMT -8
And look at that. Damon was a romantic in the dark. He thought that he didn't want for anything except for that -- even now. No hunger for power. No hunger for ambition. No hunger -- well, hardly any hunger, which wouldn't really be dwelled upon, and brandy? Nope.
"...well. You're kind of hard to read."
Beatrix let her gaze drop to his shoulder and she swept her left hand up. Took her kitty-ear hat off. Her hair was a cloud of radiance, all static electricity and mess. Some of it decided instantly to cling to his shirt/jacket. Okay, a lot of it did. Maybe some even got in his mouth.
And, good -- because just maybe he'd actually be startled by the fact that Beatrix goes up on her tiptoes again and crams the kitty-ear hat on his head, even disengages from holding his arm so that she can pull it firmly down over his eyes. Over any eyebrow that happened to be raised elegantly, as a matter of fact.
"But I think what you want is some style."
"Prince of Cats."
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Post by lily tomlinson on Jun 30, 2008 16:09:20 GMT -8
Damon was frozen for one long moment, even when he knew he must look ridiculous with such a hat on his head. But he was frozen, in shock, mostly, but he was enthralled. She knew just the way to surprise him, and that only caused him more interest.
"Perhaps if it had wings, it would be more suiting," he said slowly, his voice barely louder than a murmur. Shock had that effect on him. His face was carefully blank, his eyes betraying nothing of his thoughts and he reached up to remove the hat. For a moment it was balled into his fist, before he reached out and smoothed her hair back into perfection. One could almost say he was tender about it, but he would never believe himself capable of such a thing. And then he place the hat back on her head. "No, the hat fits you much better."
Who took a step backwards, and then gestured down the street. "Shall we?" He was referring to taking her someplace to eat. And then after another moment of thought he added, "Posa Nerrezza... It means Little Darkness."
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Post by shinigami on Jun 30, 2008 16:40:28 GMT -8
Beatrix smirked. Dark edge, of course. Maybe that's why the nickname. Then again, he didn't know her actual name, did he? Even Val hadn't hollered it back at the Black Iris. When he smoothed her hair back, Beatrix closed her eyes. Then she reached up to fix the hat when he plunked it back on her head.
"I was just waiting for you," she said, sticking her hands in her pockets now that the kitty-ear hat was firmly (albeit, crookedly) back in place.
A beat. Then, curious: "Do you think darkness is a little thing?"
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Post by lily tomlinson on Jul 2, 2008 7:16:40 GMT -8
Damon smiled. It wasn't the usual on/off smile, but a slow curving of the lips, like that of a content cat. No less charming than any other of his smiles. "You are little," he said, in reference to the difference of height between them. He briefly reached out his hand and quirked an ear of the hat, "But I could hardly think darkness is a little thing. After all, I quite enjoy submerging myself in the darker ways of life. Call it... Ruthless Acceptance. My saintly brother and I often disagree over the matter, but I have the certainty that there is more darkness in the world than light. Everyone has a dark side to them, but not all have light. And more often than not, the bad guys always win. So it's hardly 'little' in my opinion."
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Post by shinigami on Jul 2, 2008 11:04:15 GMT -8
Beatrix was quiet. Damn, his smile was like a charm that knew what its work was about. No wonder women fell at his feet.
"You've got a nice mouth," she said, after a second or two or three. "Very kissable. So why do you use it to lie? What darker side do you submerge yourself in? Beating up other bloodsuckahs? Hunting for food? Hurting for pleasure?"
Beat. Then: "Oooh. Look at the moon."
The moon was somebody dressed up as the moon and dancing -- for the tourists. For the Venetian. The person was all fake glitz and glam, all shining metallic skin and a large mask shaped like a crescent and seed-pearls and draperies. The moon was a man and it was a cool street show.
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Post by lily tomlinson on Jul 2, 2008 11:10:57 GMT -8
Damon ran a hand over his face, shaking his head at both the moon-man and how rapidly she changed subjects. Young people these days...
"You mean look at the idiot parading around," Damon said through clenched teeth. "Thank you, but I shall have to decline. As for the rest, perhaps I think you too young to know?" He smirked a bit, since he was merely kidding. "Alas, though, the lying is a correct assumption. It's something I do well, and it's merely a part of my nature after so many years. But what makes you think I don't use my lips for kissing? I assure you, that is anything but true."
He gave her a sidelong look, dark and amused. Five centuries ago he'd been known for his gambling, and the women he went through. Five centuries and he was still the same, only much better at his game. To assume he didn't kiss... well, that was just an absurdity. That was like saying he liked to run around with angel wings on, singing praises to his little brother.
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Post by shinigami on Jul 2, 2008 11:49:41 GMT -8
"He's not an idiot," Beatrix said, staring at the Man-in-the-Moon-Man, as interested as a child who'd never seen a person in costume before. "He's dancing down the moon. And he doesn't even know."
Then: blink. Blink. Hey, look. Laughter. And what laughter, too -- it's darkly radiant, the kind of laughter that starts in the back of the throat, that's almost less heard than felt for all it sounds like he startled her into laughing.
"You assure me, huh? Gosh, Mister. I mean -- here I thought you were still untouched and all." Beat. Then, slightly more seriously -- probably more seriously: "What makes you think kissing isn't lying? Doesn't a kiss make a promise?"
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Post by lily tomlinson on Jul 3, 2008 12:24:56 GMT -8
Damon smirked, watching her laughter with an expression of carefully controlled interest. Mild. Just barely there. "Depends on what you're kissing for," he said. "I don't make promises of love and forever. Kissing is a type of promise that leads to sex, little one. Nothing more, nothing less."
He decided to ignore the untouched statement, for the implication was just so absurd for him to even dignify with a response. Maybe if he was his brother, then it would be different. Five Hundred and Untouched. Yeah, that would be Stefan. Ha!
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Post by shinigami on Jul 3, 2008 13:24:34 GMT -8
Her lips twitched, 'cuz the echo of that laughter was still there, see, was still animating her features. And she opened her mouth to say something -- but thought better of it, and licked her lips instead.
There was a pause. Okay, sort of a long one. Maybe they were close to this fabled Italian restaurant by now? The Strip was so pretty, all full of lights the way it was, and Beatrix carefully stepped over a crack in the sidewalk.
He was a Romantic and a Cynic. It was an interestin' combination.
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Post by lily tomlinson on Jul 6, 2008 11:21:58 GMT -8
At her silence, he merely raised an eyebrow, and gestured lightly toward an out of the way restaurant. It was a place many passed by on the strip, for it didn't have the flashing lights and the gambler's attractions that the rest did. It was a quaint, yes expensive Italian restaurant, and to someone who actually focused on it, it seemed as if it didn't belong there. But it had blended in so well.
That was a part of why Damon enjoyed the restaurant. He supposed it reminded him of the Nightworld. Blending in, but they didn't fit amongst such loud, and annoying tourist traps. The best part of the place was that it was owned by a witch, and she tended to put certain charms into her food when a vampire came through so that he could actually taste it. It was pleasant, after so many centuries, to be able to taste the food of his childhood...
With as mild shrug of his shoulder, he opened the door for her to enter the dimly lit restaurant. Yes, definitely not so flashy. He quite enjoyed not having so much light around to burn his retinas.
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