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Post by lily tomlinson on Jul 22, 2008 23:18:07 GMT -8
Eve was half-tempted to follow after him and kick him in the butt for such a comment, but she'd promised to not attack him, right? It took all of her restraint, because he was just the type to anger her easily. Urgh!
So, to keep herself busy, she decided to at least change out of her sweaty, nasty outfit. Fine. Whatever. Jerk. Each movement she made, whether it was grabbing a light summer dress from the drawer, or putting it on, anything, each movement was laced with anger. Finely controlled killing rage. She didn't know why he riled her so easily. That man was just so... so... infuriating!
And he was probably raiding her kitchen now, too! Why... she should have just kicked his butt when she had the chance. But no-oo. She just had to keep to her word. Ugh.
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Post by shinigami on Jul 22, 2008 23:38:44 GMT -8
Darren isn't hungry. Not for food. Not even for blood. He's hungry for power, but then, he's always hungry for that; it doesn't matter with whom, or over who. He wants it. So on his way to the kitchen, he goes into the bathroom and scopes out the medicine cabinets. He takes a gander at the room mate's room -- and raises an eyebrow at the pinkness. Reminds him of his daughter. He pushes the thought away, as he's ever-so-good at.
D is for Darren is for Denial is for Doom and Death and Darkness and Devastation. He can hear her changing in her room. He can hear the fabric brush against her body, and -- well, he can hear a lot.
If he listened real hard, he could probably hear the passage of blood through her veins. But that would be stupid. Real, real stupid. After a few moments spent loitering in the kitchen, Darren wanders back to Eve's room -- quiet as a cat.
Maybe he'll surprise her?
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Post by lily tomlinson on Jul 23, 2008 0:43:16 GMT -8
Gritting her teeth, cause she was still just a little over irritated, she threw her shirt and shorts in the laundry hamper, and reached back to zip up her dress. Stupid contraption. She couldn't reach it. But she had a plan. She just spun it around and zipped it up that way, then spun it around the right way and was good to go. Always the simple way out.
She didn't hear Darren come back, nor did she expect him back so soon, so she hadn't thought about decency or anything. Not that she would have in the first place. And now she just plopped back down on the bed, happy with clean clothes and chilled, not even looking at the door. She was the perfect picture of an oblivious nature, untroubled, and uncaring.
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Post by shinigami on Jul 23, 2008 13:45:25 GMT -8
The (lamia) vampire leaned against the doorframe and looked at Eve. He was disapproving. He was old-fashioned, after all, and decency -- it clearly wasn't something that Eve worried very much about.
Eve seemed to be almost be a blank slate, too. Hard to change that. First something would have to be written. Darren frowns, slightly, and then still cat-soft comes right up to the bed, right up to her, speaks when he's just an inch or so away, "So," and if she jumps, yay, if not, bah, "You've had a busy day. I should let you rest. Sleep."
Hey, check it out -- he fakes concern, although it's quite clear that there's a mocking lilt to the "concern".
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Post by lily tomlinson on Jul 27, 2008 15:30:40 GMT -8
And Eve did jump. Quite a bit, for he'd startled the bejeesus out of her. Her eyes snapped open, wide, and her forehead collided with his nose, hard enough that it sent a swift pain through her head.
"Ouch, my god, man," she said snappishly. The closeness had her heart lodged in her throat, trying to beat its way out. "Do you always sneak up on people like that?"
She was tempted to slap him silly, but she refrained, and settled for glaring at him.
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Post by shinigami on Jul 27, 2008 22:14:55 GMT -8
There's a sickening crack.
Why, yes. Yes, Eve did break his nose. It heals in a second, but in that second, he has to set it straight or he'll just have to break it again so that it will heal properly and -- well, Darren pinches the bridge of his nose, whilst looking down it at Eve.
"Yes."
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Post by lily tomlinson on Jul 27, 2008 23:26:50 GMT -8
"Aw, I didn't hurt you, did I?" Eve said, feigning innocence with a pout worthy of the cutest child, but there was a devilish glint in her eyes. Like she got a kick out of his pain. Served him right for scaring her, and it HAD been an accident. "Do I need to kiss it better, dear?"
Ah, ever the sarcastic one.
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Post by shinigami on Jul 27, 2008 23:36:52 GMT -8
Darren considers her. He considers her the way an astronomer considers a distant moon. With interest, detached, scientific -- but not really detached, not really scientific, because there was a reason that the astronomer was drawn to things beyond the world, and ... It applies.
He considers her. Then he says, same tone, same expression except for the addition of one eyebrow raised.
"Yes."
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Post by lily tomlinson on Jul 27, 2008 23:41:27 GMT -8
"Is that all you can say anymore?" Eve said, raising her own eyebrows in amusement. But then with a shrug she leaned forward and kissed the tip of his nose. "There ya go, buddy."
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Post by shinigami on Jul 28, 2008 15:54:47 GMT -8
He gets an odd look in his eyes. There for a second, gone in the next. There are some -- the exceptionally perceptive, yet incredibly naive -- who might even say it was a puzzled look. Not touched. No, not even the incredibly naive, yet also exceptionally perceptive, would go that far. And anyway, it's gone.
And Eve just came a second away from having her neck snapped. Such pretty bones, he bets; they'd probably make lovely dinner utensils. A conversation piece. Real human bone. MmHmm. Just something I picked up.
"If you really had broken my nose," he says, and of course -- she really had, but she's just (ha) a human, and Darren is a law-abiding citizen, "that would've hurt very much."
There's a pause. He looks grim, very serious -- and then one corner of his mouth curves up. Very faintly. Somewhere, the Grinch who stole Christmas shivers and has a nightmare. "I should let you rest," he repeats. "Sleep."
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Post by lily tomlinson on Jul 28, 2008 16:16:03 GMT -8
"Ah," Eve says with a mocking nod of her head, "Then perhaps I should have kissed somewhere else? But then again, it isn't broken, so there's no need, is there?"
She smiled suddenly, all white teeth and cheekiness. "You know, a person who hits their head usually isn't supposed to go to sleep in case they fall into a coma, but if you insist...."
She fall back on the bed, making herself comfortable, but she was still grinning. Just sassing him with a smile. "Ok, get outta my house so I can sleep, sucker."
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Post by shinigami on Jul 29, 2008 23:27:45 GMT -8
His mouth curves, faint -- a smirk, dark as the new moon and as difficult to see. "I'm going to pretend not to understand the 'it' to which you refer."
And Darren? Why, Darren even tucks Eve in: solicitous, kind, caring -- well. A very, very good impression of the former. He flicks a strand of her hair behind her ears, the knuckles of his fingers lingering at the warmth of her pulse. The gesture might be misconstrued as tender, but it truly is not.
"Be careful, crazy."
And with that 'endearment', Darren stands up -- somehow, somehow he manages to be completely unwrinkled and completely elegant; ice longs after the sort of cool that Darren has -- and he leaves.
Yes. He leaves. That's right. He doesn't try to do anything. He doesn't try to do anything.
[... Oh, but he's got plans.]
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