05-27-2008, 05:12 AM
Her appetite had suddenly disappeared quickly as fog when the noon sun came pressing its heat down on to the earth. Dropping the half eaten appetizer, she wiped the crumbs from her fingers and for the moment, ignored his entirely too personal question. How could he think she could compare him to Surreo? It was like putting Link against Ganondorf. They were two entirely different creatures, natural born enemies. Of course it would make sense that the similarities were quite narrow. Each had appealed to her in different ways, but where the Changeling had once made his home inside her soul, the rather blunt Saiyan was gradually burning his own trail into those hollows left behind.
He watched her expectantly, for the next words she would speak would validate whatever unspoken deal that was between them. The scrutiny was almost unbearable, choking in its viscosity. Her eyes following the wildly flicking tail behind him, Violet choked back the truth that threatened to spill from her lips. Under no circumstances could she tell him what he was to her: he’d never believe her, nor would he welcome it. As for Surreo…that she could tell him. If she lied, he would most likely sense it, so it was a moot point to try. She’d simply leave out what she didn’t want to say.
“Surreo was…He was…” Her voice trembled as she tried to piece together the words, her gaze averting nervously to the dancers a few yards away, welcoming their distraction. Why was this so hard to say?
“What?”
“A friend.” She finished quietly. “A really good friend.”
He delicately scented the air. “There’s something you’re not saying,” he coaxed, tail freezing behind him. “Out with it.”
“I told you what he was to me;” she played innocently. He didn’t buy it. There was an internal war raging between them, nothing that they could consciously see with their eyes, but it was there nonetheless. It wouldn’t take much to tip the scale in either direction, it just all depended on how this particular conversation ended. Right now, she’d kill just for an opportunity to not continue it.
Grunting impatiently, he replied, “I see.”
Angry eyes lifted to his face. He was striking, just sitting there, oblivious to the reality of their situation. If she really wanted him, it wouldn’t take much convincing. Maybe it was a good thing that the alcoholic beverages she’d chugged the last hour or so were weak, because her mind couldn’t get any clearer than it was now. “You don’t see, Bardock. Right now, it’s just not the time, nor the place to discuss it.”
The sardonic smile etched its way across the stubbly half of his face, taking nothing away from his already startling attractiveness. “And when do you think it would be a good time? Maybe we should make an appointment to sort this shit out.”
“You make it sound like it’s something we can debate over. It’s not.”
“It’s not? How the hell am I supposed to know what to do? You haven’t explained shit, you just keep confusing the fuck out of me every time you open your mouth.”
“I have, too, tried!”
Shaking his head haughtily, he crossed his arms across his plated chest and leaned back in the chair, the smirk never faltering. “You still haven’t even touched the other half of the question.”
“Maybe it’s because I don’t want to.” And maybe it was because she was afraid. How could she clarify something that just didn’t have a tangible way to be explained? “And you wouldn’t want to know, anyways.”
Scoffing, Bardock kept his eyes steady on her trembling features. He had a feeling what it was, he just wanted her to say it. “I wouldn’t have asked if I didn’t want to know.”
A thought suddenly occurred to her; it was so completely outside of her character, and had the possibility of putting them in one hell of an awkward situation. However, perhaps it would be better to just show him, and hope to GOD it explains it all for him. Her ever elusive courage crept back to her, and she scooted from the barstool. Her steps were tentative, yet purposeful as she edged her way closer into his personal space. Her hand gently rested on his knee, and her eyes lifted to his, her guarded expression softened as she watched something indescribable pass across his face. He couldn’t be scared, could he? Or maybe he was surprised by this uncharacteristic move?
It didn’t matter right now. He had already given her permission when he asked the question. She wouldn’t back down, because this was a challenge all in itself, and he had already stated that this is what he wanted from her. His legs moved apart, hesitantly at first, but he seemed to get the hint. Stepping into the gentle vee, she pulled herself against him; her hands glided over the smooth black and emerald surface of his breastplate, her gaze dropping to where her hands made an uncertain ascent up to his face.
As the soft pads of her fingers stroked upwards, the tips of her left hand caressed the old, jagged scar that slashed deep into the stubbly flesh. “How did you get that scar?” she asked softly. Before he could respond, however, she quickly lowered her face to his, her skin just a mere fraction from his. Her breath was hot as it buffeted his lips in erratic waves, but she found herself unable to complete the action. She just couldn’t do it.
As if the world suddenly came back into focus, reality smashed its massive fist around her, feeling the eyes of bystanders locked absorbedly on the scene playing before them. Her eyes finally saw him, the surprise, the anxiousness, the uneasiness. Her hands fell away from his face, but her feet remained frozen to the spot, their auras flicking a gentle halo around them.
It would be beautiful if she had noticed them.
OOC: Eh, sorry if that's pushing it a little too soon, but I thought it would fit the situation. :]
He watched her expectantly, for the next words she would speak would validate whatever unspoken deal that was between them. The scrutiny was almost unbearable, choking in its viscosity. Her eyes following the wildly flicking tail behind him, Violet choked back the truth that threatened to spill from her lips. Under no circumstances could she tell him what he was to her: he’d never believe her, nor would he welcome it. As for Surreo…that she could tell him. If she lied, he would most likely sense it, so it was a moot point to try. She’d simply leave out what she didn’t want to say.
“Surreo was…He was…” Her voice trembled as she tried to piece together the words, her gaze averting nervously to the dancers a few yards away, welcoming their distraction. Why was this so hard to say?
“What?”
“A friend.” She finished quietly. “A really good friend.”
He delicately scented the air. “There’s something you’re not saying,” he coaxed, tail freezing behind him. “Out with it.”
“I told you what he was to me;” she played innocently. He didn’t buy it. There was an internal war raging between them, nothing that they could consciously see with their eyes, but it was there nonetheless. It wouldn’t take much to tip the scale in either direction, it just all depended on how this particular conversation ended. Right now, she’d kill just for an opportunity to not continue it.
Grunting impatiently, he replied, “I see.”
Angry eyes lifted to his face. He was striking, just sitting there, oblivious to the reality of their situation. If she really wanted him, it wouldn’t take much convincing. Maybe it was a good thing that the alcoholic beverages she’d chugged the last hour or so were weak, because her mind couldn’t get any clearer than it was now. “You don’t see, Bardock. Right now, it’s just not the time, nor the place to discuss it.”
The sardonic smile etched its way across the stubbly half of his face, taking nothing away from his already startling attractiveness. “And when do you think it would be a good time? Maybe we should make an appointment to sort this shit out.”
“You make it sound like it’s something we can debate over. It’s not.”
“It’s not? How the hell am I supposed to know what to do? You haven’t explained shit, you just keep confusing the fuck out of me every time you open your mouth.”
“I have, too, tried!”
Shaking his head haughtily, he crossed his arms across his plated chest and leaned back in the chair, the smirk never faltering. “You still haven’t even touched the other half of the question.”
“Maybe it’s because I don’t want to.” And maybe it was because she was afraid. How could she clarify something that just didn’t have a tangible way to be explained? “And you wouldn’t want to know, anyways.”
Scoffing, Bardock kept his eyes steady on her trembling features. He had a feeling what it was, he just wanted her to say it. “I wouldn’t have asked if I didn’t want to know.”
A thought suddenly occurred to her; it was so completely outside of her character, and had the possibility of putting them in one hell of an awkward situation. However, perhaps it would be better to just show him, and hope to GOD it explains it all for him. Her ever elusive courage crept back to her, and she scooted from the barstool. Her steps were tentative, yet purposeful as she edged her way closer into his personal space. Her hand gently rested on his knee, and her eyes lifted to his, her guarded expression softened as she watched something indescribable pass across his face. He couldn’t be scared, could he? Or maybe he was surprised by this uncharacteristic move?
It didn’t matter right now. He had already given her permission when he asked the question. She wouldn’t back down, because this was a challenge all in itself, and he had already stated that this is what he wanted from her. His legs moved apart, hesitantly at first, but he seemed to get the hint. Stepping into the gentle vee, she pulled herself against him; her hands glided over the smooth black and emerald surface of his breastplate, her gaze dropping to where her hands made an uncertain ascent up to his face.
As the soft pads of her fingers stroked upwards, the tips of her left hand caressed the old, jagged scar that slashed deep into the stubbly flesh. “How did you get that scar?” she asked softly. Before he could respond, however, she quickly lowered her face to his, her skin just a mere fraction from his. Her breath was hot as it buffeted his lips in erratic waves, but she found herself unable to complete the action. She just couldn’t do it.
As if the world suddenly came back into focus, reality smashed its massive fist around her, feeling the eyes of bystanders locked absorbedly on the scene playing before them. Her eyes finally saw him, the surprise, the anxiousness, the uneasiness. Her hands fell away from his face, but her feet remained frozen to the spot, their auras flicking a gentle halo around them.
It would be beautiful if she had noticed them.
OOC: Eh, sorry if that's pushing it a little too soon, but I thought it would fit the situation. :]
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