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Post by Zombie Kendall on Jun 13, 2008 15:36:20 GMT -5
"The one day I forget to bring a coat.." She grumbled to her stupid self. She trudged through the building flood. The rain was pelting her skin at a side ways angle due to the wind, and she could barely see. Her mind was focus on how dumb she was to not bring an umbrella or something to cover her up. "I even made sure to check the weather before I went.." She couldn't help but drone on about her stupid self.
She came on a whim to try and buy some new clothes, her summer appearal was nothing more than a closet of hoodies and jeans. But on a day like this, who would ever go shopping? Hell, would the stores even be open? She kept cursing under her breath, trying to push past the rough wind. "Not even a Pokémon to help me out either.." She said stupidly. She left her Pokémon at home as if to escape for one day from it all. Just to shop. Some perfect vacation.
The clothes she was wearing, a black long sleeved shirt, and a pair of dark blue jeans weren't exactly in the best condition. They were soaking wet- for one- and beaten up like a mad man had taken a machete to her. And her hair was a wet mop of a mess. She wished she had just stayed home. This wasn't at all what she had hoped to happen. "Someone just kill me now please." She argued with herself.
[Okay. I fail. *cries*]
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Post by nataliee on Jun 13, 2008 15:57:59 GMT -5
ooc; okay. you WIN! -hug-
bic; The rain pounded down like an angry hammer of relentless vapor. Earlier, the day had been lovely, warm and cheery. But an angry gray cloud had appeared out of nowhere to begin it's vicious downpour. Now, steam rose of the concrete streets, hissing like a aggravated cat of some sort.
Eric Taylor had been no more prepared for these sort of conditions than anyone else on the streets of Verona, scurrying to find shelter. His cute, porter hat was now limp, thanks to the rain which filled the cottony material and weighed down on Eric's head. He wore a black sports jacket, a black tie, and his usual black tie. His pants, though they looked tight, were a comfortable pair of black denim-- skinnycut style. Though, his shoes suffered the most, the Italian leather boots.. The humanity!
For once, Eric looked as though he was irked by something. He was usually much better at concealing his irritation, but today.. well his shoes were ruined! How much worse could it get? He had come in hope of buying a new leather belt to go along with his new pair of red denim. But off course, the weather had decided to be cruel. And of course, poor little Eric and his shoes had to suffer for it. Life is so cruel.
But it seemed as though his day was turning up. A -- rather stunning young lady was trotting up to him. Obviously bummed about something. It looked as though she were looking for shelter, because she hadn't a n article of clothing that was helping her in this godforsaken weather.
As she walked past, Eric heard her mutter.
"Someone just kill me now please."
He smirked. He whipped around in the opposite direction, until he was walking beside her. "Who would want to harm such a beautiful face?" Eric lulled, looking down at her with a sultry smile. He looked at her clothes quickly, and fought the urge to not cringe. Black tee shirt and jeans? For heavens sake, get this beautiful girl some accenting clothes! He began to formulate styles in his head for her. Hrmm. This probably passed for creepy. He should probably get her name first... Yes, good plan. Then we could work on her fashion sense. "Sc'use me duckie, but do you have a name to match your lovely face?" Eric Taylor wasn't shy.
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Post by Zombie Kendall on Jun 13, 2008 16:11:52 GMT -5
She was so cooped up on her own failure to be prepared, she hadn't even noticed the people around her. She was just locked in her own mind, accusing herself for everything. Not one of her best moods, she was well aware. But in midst her thoughts, she was jolted back to reality. A warm voice breaking her psyche. "Who would want to harm such a beautiful face?" She almost gagged. Someone, a stranger no less, had called her pretty? Surely it was a mistake that he was talking to her. She was pretty, but beautiful, she thought, had never suited her. She half ignored the comment, being stubborn to find somewhere to enter.
"Sc'use me duckie, but do you have a name to match your lovely face?" He spoke again. And this time, a tad of an accent bled through. She stopped in her tracks now, letting the rain pelt her as she looked up to the taller male. She was blushing now, but she knew she had to choke out some words to him. "Do you really think here is the best place to make acquaintances, no offense." She stood there, managing to pull off a half-pathetic smile. This guy was a charmer, she knew she would have to keep on her toes with this guy. She glanced around to try and find a store or something to hide in. Not much was available..
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Post by nataliee on Jun 13, 2008 16:29:59 GMT -5
Eric grinned in triumph as he took into note her-- rather adorable blush that had formed on the expanse of her cheeks. He took that as a sign to go ahead with his courtship. He then really took a moment to admire her. She was prettier closer-up. Her mochabrown hair was lank around her shapen face, big, icy gray eyes stared up at him from her low-to-the ground height of five feet. No more no less. Those eyes.. they reminded him of an old friend. He felt his face soften as he looked down at her. He suddenly felt an urge to reach out and stroke her face, like you would an old friend. Anita..
But he held back, and tuned back into reality long enough to hear her voice break through.
"Do you really think here is the best place to make acquaintances, no offense."
Eric gave her a devilish grin, and removed his jacket, then draped it atop the girl's head. Careful not to muss her hair. The rain slid off the side of the jacket, no longer pelting against her peach skin.
"Is this place any better?"
He asked with a cutesy, lopsided grin. But before she could protest in any sort of way, he held out his hand. "Care to join me for a cup of tea somewhere? Luvie?" Tea first, then clothes shopping. Priorities. Then, once agains before she could speak, he flashed a brilliant smile. An effortless tug of the corners of his lips. But the effect was still the same.
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Post by Zombie Kendall on Jun 13, 2008 16:46:49 GMT -5
She felt so small and defenseless as he towered over her in the pouring rain. He seemed like such a nice guy, and for her to be degrading him to talk to someone like her? It seemed criminal! But she wasn't about to reject his conversation. And as she was getting lost in her mind of thought, he started to stare at her face. No, not stare, admire. There was something special in the way he looked at her, but she wasn't placing her finger on it. But she passed it as if she hadn't notice, to avoid an awkward converse.
And with a swift movement, he removed his jacket and covered her from the weather. It was amazing how graceful someone could take off their jacket and offer it. She giggled as his words, they were something to laugh at, right? She gave him another pathetic look, and gave a clear "Yes." In response. It was indeed a better place. Someone had come and saved her.
But that gesture wasn't his last. He held out his hand, "Care to join me for a cup of tea somewhere? Luvie?" There was that word again, luvie. She tried to think if there was some other meaning to it, or if it was just a curtious nick name. But she wasn't thinking about the question. Tea? With him? Well she couldn't say no if it meant shelter. She wasn't about to think anything of a cup of tea. Nothing special. "Well." She stuttered, looking at his offered hand. "I don't think I could refuse that in my position." She tried to seem somewhat polite. She took his hand with a pathetic smile, feeling as if she had hit rock bottom, going to tea offered from a stranger that had saved her from a horrible situation
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Post by nataliee on Jun 13, 2008 17:17:20 GMT -5
Watching in amazement as her face seemed to light up like a city after dark, Eric couldn't help but stare down wonderingly. Her eyes held those same creases at the tips that Colette had. Her hair framed her face, like a caressing lover. Her smile was that same brilliant glow. It warmed up her entire face, and it sent shivers down Eric's spine. Again, he felt the urge to stroke her hair, to pull her close to him. Strangers or not, she reminded him of two girls that had once been the only two to hold the keys to his heart. But they were gone now, and his heart was a vulnerable creature open and bleeding.. wounded.
"Yes."
Somehow she managed to make that word mean everything and nothing at the same time. She smiled as if he had done something magnificent. Like there was in inner conflict in her, as there was in himself. He cocked his head to the side in interest, but said nothing. He kept his face guarded, covering all the inquisitive thoughts he had about this unexplored, beautiful girl. But rather than respond, he gave her the tenderest of smiles.
"I don't think I could refuse that in my position."
He felt a rolling tingle up his hand as she slipped her own tiny digits into his open, calloused palm. He then clutched her hand in his, snapping shut like a venus flytrap whom had finally found dinner.. Bad metaphor. Eric wanted to hold on tighter, never let go.. Not wanting her to ever leave. Her.. But his grasp remained loose.
"Oh darling, you have just brought some light into my day." He cooed, and the two began walking down the sidewalk. Hand in hand. Like old friends.. But his words seemed to trigger something, as the rain slowed to a soft drizzle. The earlier roar of slapping rain, now nothing but a delicate pitter-patter.
"Now sweetheart, what was a pretty girl like you doing walking these streets all by your lonesome? Don't you have a nice boy to escort you around?" This was his fancy way of asking if she had a boyfriend.
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Post by Zombie Kendall on Jun 13, 2008 17:38:15 GMT -5
A kick of empathy took in as they strode down the street together. It was a feeling of, want? Yearn? Something she wanted, but he had wanted too. She was too distraught at the moment to think it all over right now. She just wanted to get warm, a blanket to wrap around her or something. Just to be tightly wrapped and warm. She sighed, feeling so helpless. And involuntarily, her hand twitched within his. She turned her head for a quick second, a little shy.
"Oh darling, you have just brought some light into my day." He managed to coo to her again. She was stubborn not to blush, but such a comment did not take any toll. Her throat started to bulk up, and become incredibly painful. She managed to swallow either way. She kept her eyes on the ground still, watching the pattern of the rain fall. And it seemed to relent a bit. And as she looked up, a small ray of shine appeared from the clouds. Her eyes filled with a sudden gleam. "Almost quite literally." She chuckled to herself. But it was gone almost as quick as it had come. Hidden behind the clouds again.
"Now sweetheart, what was a pretty girl like you doing walking these streets all by your lonesome? Don't you have a nice boy to escort you around?" This was what he was getting at, eh? She knew he was bound to ask the question. Was it bad that she was somewhat expecting that? But alas, she never had a boyfriend. She had plenty of people she loved and cared deeply for, but never a boyfriend. "Nah. I don't need that I guess." She shrugged innocently. "No matter what, alone or not, I tend to attract trouble." She sighed as she scratched her eye. She wouldn't start crying. There was no reason to, after all. Damned hormones to hell. She held back her watering eyes. "But look who's talking. A sweet fellow like you should be walking with a sweet lass at his side." She tried to keep the subject off her. She was always bad at answering questions. She pulled the jacket back in place over her head with her free hand, as it was starting to slip off. "Not saving young ladies from natural disasters." She added slyly.
-i editededed it. :]-
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Post by nataliee on Jun 14, 2008 2:56:52 GMT -5
Watching painfully as her hand convulsed in his, Eric felt as if a brick hit him in the gut. When was the last time he had seen someone convulse? Hrmm. He began to slowly, gently, rub his large calloused thumb over the top of her hand. A soothing gesture, of that you would offer to a crying four year old. It was as if every little movement of hers was planned in way sort or form, to remind him of the others. The two. Strangers are not called strangers to be befriended in less than ten minutes. No, they are to be alienated. But this was different.. for some reason. Eric had no understanding of why or how, but he simply let it be.
"Almost quite literally."
ooc; RANDOM BUTT-IN. okay, i just wanted to say i loved that part, where it was all; But it was gone almost as quick as it had come. Hidden behind the clouds again. i thought that was really great. that whole tie-in. -ends gushing- okee. now time to ignore this ugly part of the post. 8]
bic; There it was, that smile again. That upwards curl of the lip muscles that somehow managed to alter her facial structure into a masterpiece. Something to be captured on film, or camera. Infectious as it was, at the same time, it was stealthy. It vanished off her face once again, and her angelic features slipped back into a depressive beauty. He yearned to bring back the glow, the distant throb of that smile. He yearned to have another glimpse of, them..
"I planned that, you know." Eric deadpanned with a mischievous grin. Perhaps he could get away with claiming to be a sun God. Nah, she looked too smart for that. Or way too knowing, as though she'd seen it all before and it wasn't pretty. That worldly knowledge... He fought the urge to sigh.
"Nah. I don't need that I guess. No matter what, alone or not, I tend to attract trouble."
Eric allowed his sultry, rolling chuckle to slither from his larynx. He wanted to envelope her in his voice, capture her in his chords... When was the last time he had felt such a need, to impress such a stranger? "Darling, If I didn't know better-- I'd say you're implying something." He finished with a wink. He had craned his neck downwards so he could catch her eye-shot. That icy blue eyeshot that seemed as though it could rapture an audience into whatever it so wished.
"But look who's talking. A sweet fellow like you should be walking with a sweet lass at his side."
Her words seemed to have an edge to them. But her question was valid. He was a nice enough fellow, why didn't he have a sweet lass, as she so perfectly put it? Well because the last sweet lass whom he had a close relationship with, died. The monologue was bitter in his mind. He would never voice such things. A gentleman always knows how to keep up the charade of being in control, invulnerable. "Most sweet lasses are boring girls who smile too much and laugh obnoxiously at any given situation. Honestly, sweet, boring and pretty-- irks me. It's the quiet, delicate, beautiful women that really yank my chain the right way." He paused to give a seductive chuckle. "as the saying goes, anyway."
He then stopped walking, and turned her to look at him directly. "and furthermore, I would choose saving a gorgeous lady as yourself, any day, rather than be chained with a stupid, incompetent.. sweet lass at my side." This would be one of those moments where he would lean in, and kiss her in the rain. But he didn't even know her name yet. And that seemed to be a priority of some sort. So he gave the lady a lingering gaze, before breaking off the eyeline, and beginning their trek forward through the pulses of drizzling rain.
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Post by Zombie Kendall on Jun 14, 2008 11:25:43 GMT -5
And odd soothing feeling filled her. She didn't fluster this time, but was taken by surprise. Or at least, off guard. She wondered what this sudden wave of calmness was caused by, and realized he had begun stroking her hand ever so lightly. She let it pass, thinking not much of it. It felt good anyway, so she wouldn't stop the friendly gesture.
[hahaha. I KNEW you would love that. I just had to put that in there, yo. just for you luvie. :]]]]]
Kendall felt that she was suddenly under a microscope, that he was examining her every room. She tried to relax a bit, but it was hard when you were trying to impress such a nice gentlemen. She tried to keep a loose smile on, or at least keep a frown from taking her face. "I planned that, you know."
She nearly scoffed at his pitiful comment. It was funny, she would admit that. She hoped that he didn't expect her to believe him. She knew that she was a bit smarter than that, right? "Haha. Does this mean I have to bow or give a sacrifice or something?" She joked, bringing a new silly tone into the conversation. "Hahaha" She laughed so easily now.
That laugh, it almost made her head spin in circles. It was so, so...beautiful. That word seemed to fit him very well, even though he was a guy. A pretty boy, but still a guy. His laugh accompanied with smile seemed so real and convincing, a smile was pulled to her face before she could stop it. She loved to see people smile, but this was different, this was an obsession with his smile. Something she wanted to see forever. "Darling, If I didn't know better-- I'd say you're implying something." He mentioned after he finished his laugh. She smirked herself, showing her small array of teeth. [not perfect, but average teeth. haha dental freak.]
"You, well I mean-" She stuttered as he moved his head to her eye level. He seemed to be looking at her eyes over any other feature on her face. She simply stuck out her tongue in a childish manner. She loved being a kid sometimes, and just never wanted to grow up. "Well." She started again, clearing her throat. "For all I know, you could be some rapist on the streets, taking in damsels and well. You get the idea." She winked back at his perfect face. It wasn't quite as glamorous and graceful as his gesture, but she managed to pull off a lazy wink.
[lmfao. i loved that line, seductive chuckle *puts in the dictionary of phrases to use for later*]
His face seemed to change to a sharper look. Like he was guarding something. But in a flash it was gone. Back again was his smooth face that seemed like perfection. But he was hiding something, she could feel it. But it wasn't her place to ask. Certainly it was personal if he would lie about it at this point. Then he began his explanation.
"Most sweet lasses are boring girls who smile too much and laugh obnoxiously at any given situation. Honestly, sweet, boring and pretty-- irks me. It's the quiet, delicate, beautiful women that really yank my chain the right way. As the saying goes, anyway."
She took every word carefully in, listening to his delicate voice speak so clearly and wonderfully. She seemed to get lost in her thoughts again, but returned again to the conversation. But before she had much time to respond, he continued.
"And furthermore, I would choose saving a gorgeous lady as yourself, any day, rather than be chained with a stupid, incompetent.. sweet lass at my side."
She pulled a smile on, and this time blushed. She must be looking like an idiot right now, like one of those blond haired pretty girls he was mentioning. She wished she could bury her face in her hands and just hide. But she persisted the conversation. And he was now standing in front of her, her neck tilting to meet his gaze. Her throat swelled up again and made it hard to talk. She giggled at her pathetic self, and pushed a response out. "Hahaha, I know what you mean. I've met plenty of people who are like that. Way too many. They definitely outnumber the silent types you mentioned." She tried to deny the fact he was describing her when he mentioned the girls he had a thing for. It counted as a compliment, and she didn't accept compliments very well.
She couldn't think of anything to say. She was, for the first time in her life, speechless. She looked to the floor for a quick second, then back up at his eyes. As much as she wanted to hide her face from him, she wanted to look at his face forever. What was this? But she had to distract this, this whatever it was. This feeling of compulsion. She looked around nervously, and thank the heavens for what she did see. "Th-Theres a tea house. I hear it's one of the best." She managed to choke, before rubbing her throat from the pain. She returned her gaze to his hand that held hers. His thumb still pushing against her skin so softly. She wanted to have that feeling with her forever.
[omfggg. i write too much. *dies*]
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Post by nataliee on Jun 14, 2008 14:54:09 GMT -5
Almost as if he had cast some sort of spell, Kendall was now calm. She was no longer twitchy, and she seemed to have a mild air about her. That calmness, of just not caring made him want to embrace her. Tell her it was all going to be just fine. But there was nothing wrong. Why had this shift in her demeanor meant so much? Was that a valid question? What was more, was how this stranger made him squirm, and want, and need, her. It made no sense, but at the same time, it was the most understandable thing in the world. He had never felt such a bespelling urge to whisk a girl away, take her in his embrace and never let go. What would happen when he truly got to know her? The same feeling? That was assured, because he felt as though he already knew her, he always knew her, and he always needed her.. Eric almost shook his head, this deep thinking.. Did everything he analyzed really mean what it was all pointing to? Loving a stranger? It was preposterous. Perhaps he had never truly felt love. Perhaps these were not the feelings associated with love. But Eric had in fact loved another. But was it the same? Does love differentiate between lovers? He actually shook his head this time. He felt stupid, and ridiculous for thinking these things. Blasphemy is what it was. Malarkey of the most foolish kind. But was it?
To shake the love associated thoughts, Eric then attuned himself to the girl's sugar-sweet voice. It dribbled like honey, sweetening every word, letting it trickle down his ears like a forbidden candy. He smiled, he had never met a girl who could rapture him with merely her voice. But this young woman, she was certainly something special. Once he got to know her.. then he would fully come to realize the butterfly of majesty had had captured.
"Haha. Does this mean I have to bow or give a sacrifice or something? Hahaha."
Something twist itself up in his gut. Did she realize how she affected him? Did she take into note every pause in his footing, every shaking exhale of breath from he had been holding. Every admiring sigh? Hopefully not. But her laugh was a rolling melody, of high soprano tones. The giggle of an angel, no doubt. She had brought a comical easiness into the discussion. This certainly gave him a bit of running room. To toy around with the boundaries she held in her mind.
"Well, a kiss would be nice.."
He offered, almost coyly. Eric, shy? Somethin' fishy's goin' on heeere... He he gave his rolling chuckle, a sign of his jest. Oh, he would kill for a kiss from the beautiful stranger, but he wasn't willing to risk her running away with his coat and heart just yet. So instead, he offered one of his trademark Gallic grins, and they continued walking.
Watching her face warp from the loose nonchalant smile, to the almost bashful, glowing grin made Eric want to release an explosive cry of laughter. He loved the way he affected her, he wanted her to know that she had the same affect, and that possibly this wasn't a chance occurance. This was something else. But once again, her words pulled him from his giddy inter monologue back to reality where things were not planned and perfect.
"For all I know, you could be some rapist on the streets, taking in damsels and well. You get the idea."
Eric felt his stomach stir as another low rumble of laughter was concocted. "Well duckie, if we're playing that game.. You could be some mind-controlling pokemorph who goes about enrapturing young, handsome men and taking them back to her apartment to have at them." He then let a wide, perverse grin leek through. "not that I would care, mind you." Sigh. At least he was honest.
Eric loved the way she stood there and kept eye contact with him as he blatantly complimented her, much to her embarrassment. He adored the way, her smile grew into something more. From a timid smirk, to that of a blossoming, explosive grin of modesty. She knew it was her he was describing, but she managed to look as though he wasn't. The burning desire to make her believe what a gem she was began punching him in the gut like a drug-induced Mike Tyson. But he held back. He simply brushed the hair from her face, and gave that knowing smile.
"Hahaha, I know what you mean. I've met plenty of people who are like that. Way too many. They definitely outnumber the silent types you mentioned."
The adolescent gave a slow shake of his head. He wouldn't play into her little humbling act. Rather than respond, he gave a smug grin, and slowly brought his hand to gently caress the side of her face, then let his fingers trickle down, and roll off the cliff of her chin. That so soft skin left his fingertips tingling-- craving more. Wanting to touch her again. To pull her into him, never to hold another the same way. But for what had to be the hundredth time that night, he pulled away.
Apparently his words had been a shock to her. She looked dumbfounded, confused.. Unknowing. As if this was all news to her! She looked nervous, afraid of something. Those icy blues wandered to the street floors, as if she suddenly found her shoes so interesting. But Eric knew better. He was about to console her in some way, before she broke through. Her voice as choking as her face. Maybe she had asthma.. Or maybe she felt what he was feeling. Want, need..
"Th-Theres a tea house. I hear it's one of the best."
Eric stepped back, and gave her hand one last taut tug. He grinned, smugly. As if he had known what would had happened if she had not pointed out the tea-house. If only she knew..
"Right then, shall we?"
And Eric's hand tightened around hers, and the two walked through the swinging front doors. Eric had no idea that he had been holding his breath.
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Post by Zombie Kendall on Jun 14, 2008 15:40:38 GMT -5
Something was wrong. His once gleaming face with so much beauty, it seemed to shiver, fell dim. His eyes dulled as he seemed to slip into some kind of trance. Where had his luscious smile gone? The one that nearly pushed her over the edge? And the laugh that sent her head in circles? She wanted it back. She wanted this stranger, whom he had just met, to give her something in return of nothing. Maybe it was her complexion of seeing people happy, perhaps it was that. Or maybe it was something far beyond her control, something she knew herself that she couldn't control.
And he continued to change. His face contorted for brief moments after she spoke, as if wanting something more, as he was itching to say or do something. She wished she could climb into his mind and know, she wanted to make him feel better, no matter what it took. No matter what it took..
"Well, a kiss would be nice.." Where was his confidence? It seemed to disappear as he replied to her playful banter. Maybe he wasn't as good when it came to joking around? No, surely this perfect person wasn't missing humor. Kendall rejected that idea. No there was something more behind this comment, as if he wasn't lying. Maybe he did want to kiss her, was that what he wanted? She wanted the same, but without him telling her he loved her, she wasn't planning on it any time soon.
But wouldn't that be lovely? Her throat swelled again, but she knew she had to talk. Something like that was too risky to drop behind. "What happened to names before locking lips? And I thought you were old fashioned." She teased with a tone that she hoped would change her mood. Something that would keep her mind off what trap she was falling into. She played the innocent card, and laughed quickly with a quick smirk.
That laugh again exploded out of his mouth, the chords he managed to produce were rolling into her ears. This was something she could fall asleep to, a sound that would keep her peaceful forever. Peaceful? Kendall? It seemed nearly impossible with all the danger she went into, but somehow he made it possible.
"Well duckie, if we're playing that game.. You could be some mind-controlling pokemorph who goes about enrapturing young, handsome men and taking them back to her apartment to have at them. Not that I would care, mind you."
It hit a sour note, his little roleplaying game. She flinched as she was compared to a pokemorph, but she knew he meant it playfully. He had no way of knowing her past, she knew that, but still it managed to strike her. But his voice was too perfect, so sweet and crystal, she managed to push past his involuntary mistake, and responded.
"Apartment!" She yelled in a high pitched tone. She had a tendency for getting loud, without at all meaning to. "You'd think a master of Cheyenne could afford something better. Now, do I come off as a poor woman? Perhaps that's why I'm stealing men, for their money." She couldn't help but continuing the playful story with a set of smiles and rantings. She knew she was getting totally off subject, but she was oddly intrigued.
But as the words rolled off her tongue, his hand was on her face. Ever so lightly touching her pale skin. She looked up to his eyes, loosing herself in his purple wonders that science eyes. Nothing seemed to move, everything around her went blank, except for his angel-made face. She felt nothing except his soft touch, and only saw his perfect face. What had happened to reality, where had it all gone? And why had he taken it from her?
But the feeling left, after what seemed like forever, but oddly not short enough for her liking. His finger tips exited through her chin, bringing back reality piece by piece like a puzzle. She still starred into his eyes, not having any reason to look away. Little did she knew her cheeks were flaming red, and her eyes were starting to water with tears swelling up. But she fought them, she fought them hard. She rubbed her eyes on her free hand, and the tears were gone. She only hoped that he hadn't seen that. But he seemed to notice everything about her. But not because he was good at noticing small things, no, it was because he wanted to.
She felt the need to say something to him, but she couldn't find, in all honesty, what it was. She simply kept her mouth shut, her throat burning with the desire to say something, anything. But it couldn't. It couldn't.
He stepped back, giving a tug on her hand. This triggered something inside her, although she was only beginning to scratch the surface of what it was. It triggered her to grip his hand tighter, but instead of letting go again as if on accident, she held the tighter grip, preferring it over the lighter position.
"Right then, shall we?"
'Yes, but only if I can come out with your heart' She wanted to say that, that's what she meant to say. But she cold only manage a nod. A sad, melancholy nod that took a lot of effort to do. But she followed him in none the less, glad that they had entered someplace warm.
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Post by nataliee on Jun 14, 2008 23:40:30 GMT -5
Eric looked down at the girl from the corner of his eye. Why was she looking at him like that? Did she see something she liked? Or perhaps, she was as confused about him, as he was about her. Shocked at the rate their lust was building, surprised at the way just a single look could make heat rise? Eric certainly was. And it was a relief to know that he wasn't experiencing such intervals of ramped want-- alone.
"What happened to names before locking lips? And I thought you were old fashioned."
That one deserved a laugh. And it was so, the thundering release of a rumbling tenor pitched laugh. It resonated from the empty streets, but was lost through the sounds of the rain. He gave her hand a firm squeeze, and looked down at her with his lilac eyes-- filled with a want, and a pure form of joy. He let her see how she affected him. But before anything further happened, he opened his mouth to respond.
"Oh luvie, you'd be shocked at some of the things I do," he lulled seductively, and playfully at the same time. He gave her his provocative eyebrow wiggle before continuing on. "but you are right in that I am usually much more disciplined with my manners." He stopped her again, and this time, he bent down on one knee and looked up at her as he kissed her hand for the second time that night. "My name is Eric Russel Taylor. A pleasure to meet you." after the emphasis, he released a rolling chuckle, and stood up to continue their trek through the watery streets of Verona."and what of your name, beautiful stranger?" He asked as they continued down the venue. Taking each step longingly, as if it were their last.
He watched in vain as her face attempted to uphold the look of jovial smiles and foolish winks. It failed, and for a second, her face fell into an oblivion of what looked to be pure despair. Again, there came that undying urge to pick her up and hold her like he would a child. A hug that would comfort her, and make her understand that nightmares weren't real. It was the primitive instinct for a man to protect all that is dear to them. Had this young girl really brought him back to primate standards? Oh, the things we do.
To Eric's utmost excitement, her face then won over and that placid easiness took over. Those eyes that could have the world.
"You'd think a master of Cheyenne could afford something better. Now, do I come off as a poor woman? Perhaps that's why I'm stealing men, for their money."
Blink. Blink.
Despite her playful tone, Eric didn't seem to find that one tidbit about her championship, a joke. Suddenly, many things made sense. But at the same time there were strange questions that arose in his head. Aren't masters supposed to be somewhere strangling wannabe master's dreams? Weren't they always prepared or something like that? Weren't they old geezers who had ten kids? Perhaps his view was simply more warped than others. But he recovered from the initial shock of her success rather quickly.
"Did I say apartment? I meant to say fourteen-room mansion. Yes, that was it. Must have gotten it all jumbled in my pretty little head. So what about it miss Champion? Are you enjoying the idea of having a different kind of champion enter your room?" If she wanted proverbial sex banter, Eric could do proverbial sex banter.
He wanted the moment to last forever. Her face, in that perfect lapse between here and then. Those pearly blue eyes, glassy withh unshed tears. Her cheeks, rosy with a form of embarrassment. Her hair, messily strewn about her face, almost creating the illusion of not being perfect. But here they both were. Two strangers staring into each other's eyes. What would his mother say? Careful not to smirk at the thought, and ruin the moment, Eric bent down lower, a kissing range, one might say. "Don't cry, mon petit ange.. You are too perfect for such trivial things."
And with that, he flicked her nose gently and gave a careful simper. Pulling away till they were holding hands like old lovers walking into the tea house. Careful, but lusty.
He walked in and found them two seats in an abandoned part of the well decorated traditional-japanese style tea house. It was a two seated table with straight-backed chairs and a bonsly tree in the center of the circular surface. He pulled out a chair for his companion. "The lady always takes her seat first,"
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Post by Zombie Kendall on Jun 15, 2008 7:40:29 GMT -5
His laugh came out again, making her eyes roll and a smile pull to her face. She didn't have to try too hard for him to laugh, and she just hoped it stayed that way. She wondered how she had been living her life without that chuckle in her ears. Somehow she had managed without him, but now it seemed that she couldn't without. But surely he didn't feel the same for her, he was just a pretty boy wanting attention, right? He never actually fell in love with girls...right? She was disgusted with herself, denying what she really knew was true.
And his eyes looked down to her with a sort of emotion in his pupils. It was want, she knew. But what could he give her? She had almost nothing she thought he could give him. There were only a number of things, but he had managed to pick out one, her heart. And if she didn't give it to him, she knew he'd manage a way to take it. She giggled inside of herself, but kept it within' her own thoughts. She thought she sounded deranged.
After a few words, he got down on his knee and took her hand. She was certain he wasn't going to propose, that would make her laugh. She wouldn't explore that thought, but it would have been a hilarious act on his part. But his lips pressed against her hand, and she couldn't help feel like a princess in the situation. She hid the flusters from the face for the most part, but still managed to get somewhat of a sore throat again. "My name is Eric Russel Taylor. A pleasure to meet you. And what of your name, beautiful stranger?"
Eric Russel Taylor, finally they had gotten to names. So now she knew his name, and she had to say it had a certain beauty to it. How could everything about this person be so beautiful and perfect? But she stood strong, not wanting to become someone that expects perfection from him.
"Kendall Melissa Echizen. Glad to meet you sir."[totally used my own middle name] She said, giving a small bend of her knees. If she had been wearing a dress or skirt, she might have pulled it out a bit to play along with the theme of the introduction. But she was just wearing jeans, something she wanted to ditch before the night was over. But if it meant spending more time with him, she would surely ditch shopping. She presumed there was no chance he would go shopping with her. What boy enjoyed shopping, she giggled to herself again.
His face shifted as he approached the master subject. She couldn't comprehend it quite well. He seemed to have a puzzled look, as if he hadn't expected that. He must me comparing her to the stereotyped old hard working fellow who works so hard to beat the champions. She was much different, minus the hard work. She was young, yes, but she got her title.
"Did I say apartment? I meant to say fourteen-room mansion. Yes, that was it. Must have gotten it all jumbled in my pretty little head. So what about it miss Champion? Are you enjoying the idea of having a different kind of champion enter your room?"
Fourteen rooms, that seemed fairly accurate. [no joke, she has a freaking mansion with like fifty rooms. o-o;;] She smiled as he was covering up his previous mistake in his words, his perfect words that went together so well. She was addicted to his voice like some insane drug. She concluded then and there that she would not live without hearing his voice when she wanted. It was to beautiful of a noise to alienate.
Then came his reference to sex. She let out a laugh, surprisingly. She realized most girls would probably say yes, and take him home for fun, no doubt. But alas, she was different. And proud of herself. To sleep with him would be glorious, but she knew so much better than that. He had too much class and manners for that, she had to return the manners back. But enjoying the idea, she was. "Well, I might not come up to par. I might need to train a little bit." She smirked, not embarrassed by the subject of sex. What was so wrong with it? It seemed taboo to some people, as if it was so secretive and forbidden that it was impossible to talk about. She was happy with her pitiful response though, at least she managed to talk.
His face came down to her level again, his face so close to hers. Her whole body locked up, and she could barely move. Something about being so close to him, it made her change completely. She wasn't scared, she was just....She couldn't manage to find a word for it, but she knew the wasn't scared of him. And as she pushed back the last bit of tears, he spoke with his perfect tone. "Don't cry, mon petit ange.. You are too perfect for such trivial things."
'My little angel..' She translated inside her head. And perfect? Surely she wasn't. She remembered then that they had only been talking for no more than an hour, but seemed like forever. He hadn't gotten to know the half of her, but it felt like they had been best friends- or more- forever. She sighed simply, not being able to say anything to his compliment. She neither rejected it or accepted it, but merely tolerated it.
But they were in the restaurant now, the walls painted with soft earth tones. The Japanese style was somewhat expected from the sign out front written in characters. And now was when she finally looked at all of Eric Russel.
She had never really made it past his eyes. But the rest of him was beautiful as well. His hair was somehow perfect yet relaxed at the same time. His eyes of course, were an amazing show that could entertain her for hours. He was tall, thin, and his clothes were sadly drenched. But somehow he had STILL managed to be so perfect. It made her somewhat frustrated, and she couldn't help but press her lips. But she still stood in admiration.
He held open a seat for her, and she took it with a small curstse again. She scrambled her mind for a conversation, and pulled out the first one that came to mind. "So I bet you get this all the time. How do you manage to be so perfect?" She smiled, glancing over a small piece of paper with a list of different drinks. "Pick your poison." She muttered to herself with a smirk.
[I'm sooo sorry. My writing this morning is HORRENDOUSSS -cries-]
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Post by nataliee on Jun 17, 2008 1:44:43 GMT -5
Those eyes, rolling back into that perfect specimen of a crania. He remained cool and passive, pretending as though combined with that beautiful array of teeth, she wasn't giving him goose pimples down his arms and neck. But in fact, she was wracking his mind. She made it look so innocent. But how could such a lustrous effect be, innocent? Despite her extremely adorable appearance, there was something.. well not so innocent about her. [ LULZ. SPOILER. KENDALL WORKS FOR TEAM DEATH. HUR. ] Not that he minded of course.. it was rather mysterious and well.. sexy.
"Kendall Melissa Echizen. Glad to meet you sir."
Kendall Melissa Echizen.. He wanted to fall onto both knees, and scream that name into the heavens, claiming her for himself. That name, it rolled so easily off her tongue, calmly with an etiquette of grace and lore. It was as if she had declared the name of a forbidden fruit. One that shouldn't be touched or desired after. But Eric was a fool, and he wanted a bite. His pomme de amor. He craved so much, he lusted, so much. He wanted Kendall all for himself. Like a greedy four-year old with his new truck. Never to let go, to hold onto, and play with forever.
But if he simply sat there, gawking like a moron, she might get the intention that Eric was burning up inside with unfed passion. So he grinned at her mocking curtsy, which unfortunately was pitiful due to her lack of a proper skirt. The idea of Kendall in a shirt! With those legs.. It took real effort not to drool at the thought. He then began filling his mind with images of Kendall.. well. Dressed in what married couples clothed themselves in behind locked doors. Not a gentlemanly thought. Eric quickly switched his mindset back to a look, or design for Kendall. He smiled as he fitted her perfectly with a look within the contours of his mind. "Kendall, mon petit ange, perhaps if you'll have me, we could go out on an adventure and get you a real skirt to curtsy with." If this was an elegant form of asking a lady out on a second date... Well it was Eric's way. "Well, I might not come up to par. I might need to train a little bit."
Well, ohoho. Eric's face had changed into that of a young boy who had just been told that chocolate rained from the sky. Disbelief, and a form of excitement. As if for a split nanosecond, he thought that she might accept him into her bed, her arms, her heart.. But that childish wonder quickly slipped away, and was replaced with a naughty smirk. "My love, don't you worry about a thing. I can make-up for both of us.." He let his voice deepen, slipping into a rumbling tenor, his lips slightly puckered, his eyes distant but sharp. Eric Taylor was used to getting what he wanted. Be it candy, a free balloon, or Kendall.. He would do what it took to satiate his greed for lust.
Watching her lucid body tense up as though she had a metal rod on her back wanted to make Eric chuckle. Did she know how cute she looked, tense and scared, those enormous pools of blue staring at him in a rightful horror.. did he frighten her? Was he intimidating her? He suddenly wanted to take it all back. Go back to their little walk where the silence was comfortable and it was only her hand in his and they could simply be two people. He would never let the regret of his actions show. But he didn't want to frighten her away.. to him it would be like watching her sneak away with his heart. To tear it to shreds and wrap it in a box and send it back. Broken.
"So I bet you get this all the time. How do you manage to be so perfect?"
Well that was unexpected. Eric nearly stumbled walking over to his seat. Almost. He kept his dignified posture, and claimed his seat as though he were the king. As he sat down, he gave Kendall the weirdest of looks. "Mon petit ange.. Have you ever gazed upon a mirror and asked yourself the same question? Perfection is about perspective. To me, you are perfect. You resemble a doll, your petite size, big blue eyes, and mocha brown locks that look as though they are not real. You are delicate in your response to difficult questions, but manage to be quip and smart. You are so easy to get along with, and to get to know. But at the same time, you conceal so much. You hide behind your shield of perfection, and you flee me. Mon petit.. imperfection is beauty. And perspective is simply how you look at things. Do not hide from me. I wish to know the real Kendall. The imperfect one."
As if he timed his little 'Confucius saysss' speech perfectly, a plump young asian woman over-done in make-up scurried over to their table. Grinning pleasently, a sign she enjoyed her job. "Ahre yiu rheadyyy to ordah?" She had a very thick accent, but it seemed to fit the air, and go along with the vibe of the tea-house.
Eric looked at the woman a gave her a very polite curl of the lips. "I'll take the green tea. If you will, and luvie, what do you want?" Eric asked, looking back to Kendall with a knowing gaze. His gaze held all sorts of messages of want, lust, desire, admiration and thirst. But it wasn't for the tea.
The woman gave a big yellow grin. "Yiu knoh, we dew hahv a spesial for lovahs. It cumes wif two green teas, along wit a bottle of our best sake.. How does that shound?"
Eric blinked slowly at Kendall. It sounded good to him at least. He liked the term best. Lover
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Post by Zombie Kendall on Jun 17, 2008 10:58:18 GMT -5
She could tell immidiately his love for her name, as if it was some kind of angels name. But she remembered, that's what she was to him. His little angel. But she was not at all satisfied with herself in any way to call herself an angel. And no boy would ever change that. And as she curtsied, she could hear him crying inside, wanting her to actually wear something more inclined to work for such a gesture. She smiled again in pity of herself. If she couldn't wear beautiful clothes, she would try to make up with smiles.
"Kendall, mon petit ange, perhaps if you'll have me, we could go out on an adventure and get you a real skirt to curtsy with." His little angel, again. He seemed not to want to stop calling her that, and she didn't seem to have a problem with it. It was odd, she never took compliments, but why, now all of a sudden, had she been taking them without protest? But that was besides the point. She had realized that what he asked, was her on another date. Instead of a guarded, stiff look, she let out a hearty laugh. She threw her head back, pulling a hand through her head at the same time. She returned her face to the conversation at the table once again. With a smile on her face. "Those were my intentions for today." She admitted with her smile still on. "But I got a little sidetracked." She eyed his face for a quick moment again. But she knew she wasn't answering his questions. "Haha, but surely I would love to." She wondered if she had really done the right thing. She knew this guy had always gotten his way, and was he going to get her? She wasn't sure to give into his game of love and lust, but at this point she didn't know if she had a choice. He was taking her heart whether she wanted him to or not.
His perfect face turned into a naughty smirk. It was odd, she seemed to love that smile more than the rest of his collection of faces. It was so wry and different, she couldn't help but smile herself. "My love, don't you worry about a thing. I can make-up for both of us.." His voice fell into a lower tone, as if to try and capture her in his words. She kept on smiling, her cheeks beginning to sting a little, but couldn't help smile at her stupid self, and the beauty she was with. She couldn't find a response to that. She had already known this man was a charmer, and she was not about to ask how many women he had been in bed with. Although, that conversation would definitely pop up later.
But he started to eye her with wondering eyes, the weirdest look she had ever been given, perhaps in her life. But then again, she had never seen a face like his in her life. But what caught her off guard was his words, not his face.
"Mon petit ange.. Have you ever gazed upon a mirror and asked yourself the same question? Perfection is about perspective. To me, you are perfect. You resemble a doll, your petite size, big blue eyes, and mocha brown locks that look as though they are not real. You are delicate in your response to difficult questions, but manage to be quip and smart. You are so easy to get along with, and to get to know. But at the same time, you conceal so much. You hide behind your shield of perfection, and you flee me. Mon petit.. imperfection is beauty. And perspective is simply how you look at things. Do not hide from me. I wish to know the real Kendall. The imperfect one." The way he had described her, it made her want to melt away and never come back. She almost wanted to never see him again, in fear of total embarrassment. She wanted to bury her hands in her face so badly right now, as she could feel her face burning red. But she was not happy, no, in fact she was about to protest. Protest against any such compliments. But she couldn't find a way to say it all without seeming like a total prick but his little angel at the same time. But she managed to respond, but how he would react she wouldn't know. But she put on a serious sort of tone, trying not to waver her voice to show weakness. But she couldn't look at him, she only managed to stare under the table, at the wooden ground.
"Perspective, perhaps. But I can promise you from no perspective would I be classified as perfect. My wardrobe is horrid. I have a tendency to be loud. I don't even want to mention my family. I can't respond to half the things you ask me, because I'm to damned shy. And lastly." She paused, catching her breathe. But her throat had been hurting, and it was hard to choke out her last line. She was unsure what she was actually going to say. But rather than leave off her rant on a bad note, she decided to make it light. "Lastly, Kendall doesn't take compliments very well." She only then looked up from her ashamed look to his face, with a pitiful excuse for a smile.
As if on cue, the orderer came. She said in a horrible excuse for English, what she had wanted to order. Kendall had no clue, and had just planned to order what he had. Which had apparently worked out perfectly. "I'll take the green tea. If you will, and luvie, what do you want?" He had a smile that wanted her, and she knew it. Like he thought all was well, and that he could easily steal her now. She almost laughed at the thought. But the woman interrupted her with an offer about a lovers discount or something. She rolled her eyes and responded to her. "That will work fine, thank you." She said with a sugary tone.
The woman nodded and left. [yay for detaiiiil]
But Kendall wasn't exactly done. She had to point his perfect. She put her hands together under the table, flickering her eyes back aand forth from the ground and his face as she spoke. "Please. I may be perfect to you. But you are perfect to everyone. And don't dare lie about that. Because that won't work." But she didn't say it offensively, it was in a playful tone that still told him that she was not going to be fooled. "I'm sure you could have twenty girls in bed one handed. But trying for me is a complete waste of time, I'll tell you that." She told him. She never thought of herself as beautiful or perfect. Or someone anyone could fall in love with. She was stubborn. She wouldn't have it. "Furthermore, you are so close to perfection, I'm surprised Aphrodite hasn't come to marry you herself. You're voice is the most sweetest thing i've ever heard. And you're face just seems to be perfect, no matter what look you might have put on. And damned me again for being shy, because you could do so much better than me." She said, still refusing to accept any such comment about herself.
She sat there, sinking inside herself. She'd just turned this conversation against her, because she knew that he would surely leave, giving up on her stupid self. But that was foreseen, and was aimed for.
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Post by nataliee on Jun 19, 2008 19:03:27 GMT -5
That sparkling alabaster capturing Eric's pointed gaze, and for a second he forgot about her anticipated reply. He stood there, staring as she allowed that melodious cackle of music and joy. Her small, delicate hands pulling against the thick wet tresses of her mochabrown hair. It was only she who could take his mind off the now, long enough to throw him off. Only her.. But then, she lowered her face once again, glowing with that unquestionable beauty.
"Those were my intentions for today. But I got a little sidetracked." She eyed his face for a quick moment again. Haha, but surely I would love to."
Eric couldn't keep that vibrant glow of sheer joy from his face. Had she actually said yes? Eric fought the urge to punch the air, do a happy dance, or pull her to him, and kiss her like there was no tomorrow. Of course, he did none of these things, but simply gave a seductive rumble from his gut-- a laugh. And offered a slow blink. "Dearest Kendall, you have no idea what a happy man you have just made me. Although, I do give you my utmost apologies for distracting you from your shopping. I had no idea I could be so enticing." He finished with a playful cockyness.
Aha. He had uncovered her modesty. He couldn't help but smile back teasingly. It was so sweet, watching her face heat up, giving those sosoft cheeks a little color, and those meek smile lines some character. Her humbleness really made her shine even brighter, like a beacon of innocence calling out to him from the fog of his life. Although, he knew she was slightly uncomfortable with the direction of the conversation. So, with a cool smile, he gave her hair a soft tussle and thoughtful wink. "Only jesting, luvie. A gentleman never kisses and tells." With that, he kissed his fingers, and softly pressed them to her lips. "No one, will ever know about that one. My word.." He rumbled the last part.
After Eric finished his quip little admiration speech, he expected Kandall to swoon, and give a fluttering sigh. Like the others. But of course, Kendall never ceased to amaze him. She had the gall to look downright offended. Eric tried to stop his eyes from growing wide-- but he couldn't help it. They enlarged, marginally.
"Perspective, perhaps. But I can promise you from no perspective would I be classified as perfect. My wardrobe is horrid. I have a tendency to be loud. I don't even want to mention my family. I can't respond to half the things you ask me, because I'm to damned shy. And lastly. Lastly, Kendall doesn't take compliments very well."
Eric set his eyes in determination. She was practically begging for it.. leaving that door wide open. "Funny.. Eric doesn't take un-needed modesty very well. He'll have to convince her otherwise." And with that, Eric leaned over the table, his elbows supporting his weight as his face pressed up against Kendall's not waiting for permission, and his lips gave hers a quick brush. He pulled back an inch, leering wonderingly into her eyes for a split second, before pulling all the way back into his seat. For some wild reason, his face looked flushed, and his eyes bled intensity. So.. for her to scream and kick over the table.. Or come back for more. Eric was rooting for option two.
Eric watched with little interest as the plump japanwoman scuttled off with a quick giggle. His attention was immediately brought back to Kendall. Who was ready to try and force him out of the thought of loving her. Nice try, but no cigar.
"Please. I may be perfect to you. But you are perfect to everyone. And don't dare lie about that. Because that won't work. I'm sure you could have twenty girls in bed one handed. But trying for me is a complete waste of time, I'll tell you that. Furthermore, you are so close to perfection, I'm surprised Aphrodite hasn't come to marry you herself. You're voice is the most sweetest thing I've ever heard. And you're face just seems to be perfect, no matter what look you might have put on. And damned me again for being shy, because you could do so much better than me."
Eric gave an unsettled sigh, and gave her a bland look. One that blantently said, I object! He figured his hands in his lap a moment before locking onto her eye shot. "Kendall. The difference between me and you is that I embrace my above average appearance and acknowledge it. Now, I do not flaunt it, making a fool of myself, but neither do I hide it away. You, my love, pretend as though you cannot see it. I find such an excuse painful to observe, and I feel the need to explain to you your significance to me. I may be good with words, Kendall. But you are good with everything else. You walk with an air, that says no one could ever touch you. Not even in their wildest dreams. You are polite, but manage to slip in something vulgar for the sake of humor. You move with a purpose, and you know what makes what work for you, and what doesn't. You don't let anyone push you around, and you hate it when people hold you in regard. I can tell all of this just from an hour spent with you. Kendall, without even trying, you have caught me in your web of beauty, and ensnared me with all that you are. Kendall, hear my words. And believe them. You need to understand, that you are worth my time. Every passing moment of it. Because it is those moments that belong to you, and you alone. Kendall, I want you, to want me. I would rather spend my time here with you, right now, then anywhere else. And I have no idea why, but at the same time, it's the simplest thing in the world. Kendall.. please." It was obvious from his words, that Eric wasn't looking for a, Wham! Bam! Than you ma'am, With Kendall. This was something else.
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Post by Zombie Kendall on Jun 20, 2008 9:34:14 GMT -5
As much as he tried to hide his joy to her words, Kendall could see the joy that he wanted to cover. Why was he trying to cover it like it was horrible? why not embrace emotions rather than hide them. But then again, Kendall was being a giant hypocrite whilst thinking that.
But alas, he couldn't hide his face after her words. A large smile was brought to his face, and Kendall kept a smug smirk on her face. To bring such a beautiful face into the world, into her view, she had felt so proud. She wanted to grin and be rewarded with a treat of some sort, like a puppy, but she just kept her smirk. And then his laugh came, the one she could melt for. She'd heard it all this hour, but she still couldn't get over the beautiful notes he could hit and make sound beautiful. And his eyes slowly, but gently closed and reopened. What a beautiful scene. She could surely sell tickets to this event.
"Dearest Kendall, you have no idea what a happy man you have just made me. Although, I do give you my utmost apologies for distracting you from your shopping. I had no idea I could be so enticing." Yes, she had an idea of how happy he was. About as happy as someone that had been accepted on a second date, which she knew is what she just had accepted. She was not regretful in the least. In fact if she could, she would want to take him home and keep him as a pet.
Or something.[-winkwink-]
'Oh don't give me that shit.' She wanted to say jokingly, but she saw something in his eyes, that didn't want her to be using language. It was an odd feeling, but somehow she knew.
"As I had no idea I could manage to catch you in this ocean of fish." She said instead. Was that the first remark she had made without choking or stumbling on her words? She loved that feeling, to talk freely to him, without watching her words too carefully.
Before she could pull away, or react any other way, for that matter, his hand seemed to be pulling softly on her hair. Again, whenever he got close to her, mainly her face, she seemed to freeze. But his sweet smile arose again, and she couldn't help but feeling a little more relaxed. What was she so tense about? Then it clicked, she didn't want to be close to anyone. Close enough to get hurt. After her brother had died, she never really got close to anyone except for Sakura. And yet she had disappeared too. And if she got close to him, would that mean she would get hurt again? She wanted to believe so bad that that wasn't true, but she couldn't deny that much of her past. [omggg. im such a sap. -cries-]
"Only jesting, luvie. A gentleman never kisses and tells." His words pulled her back, and she tried not to just break out crying from her realization. But she managed. Never kisses and tells, eh? Well that was great. That was the last thing she needed, was some rumor spreading about her and a guy. Never the less, she still wanted to be with him, but at the same time not wanting to. What a conflict. And she was caught off guard. His fingers pressed against her lips in the most delicate maner, as if he knew to be soft and kind with her. An indirect kiss, she thought to herself. She tried to tell herself she didn't want more, but she did. She did want to just be with him, in his arms, in his sweet aroma of cotton and lemon. [-thinks that was right from his profile-] She wanted to get lost in his kiss, and never look back at what anyone else thought of them. 'Damned love.' She kept repeating to herself in her head.
He knew he had expected her to fall for his little speech, the one he had so beautifully put together. He was so well with words, she only hoped she could stand against them forever. But she had decided earlier on that she was not going to stand for any compliments like that. And he seemed surprised when she didn't just blush and have a wave of butterflies control her emotions. She smugly put on a smile, proud of herself yet again. Begging for a treat, again. [WOOOF]
But he had determination, he did. "Funny.. Eric doesn't take un-needed modesty very well. He'll have to convince her otherwise." Convince? Ha, Kendall laughed to herself. She wasn't going to back down, if this was his game. She was going to play along with him in a different way than most girls did. She was going to fight back.
But she never got the chance.
She was too busy thinking of her next words, she barely noticed his movement across the table, and to her face. His lips only brushed hers, but it seemed like he had just given her the world for a quick moment. And then his eyes- oh his eyes looked at her face as if looking for her move. But she couldn't because again she had stiffened up. She scolded herself in her head on why she hadn't begged for another. Why she hadn't she asked him to kiss her again, to stay that close to her? Why why why why why. [-flails-]
As she relaxed, he was already in his seat again, and she had a mild blush on her face. She didn't really even know it was there, she was just lost in her own stupidity again. But she knew she couldn't let something like that pass without at least an action. But what to do? She ran over a couple solutions in her head. But one she liked in particular.
She put on a slightly pouting face, with still a joking manner. She wanted to laugh out loud at her pitiful acting attempt. But her leg lightly kicked his leg as if to say, 'You suck' but in fact meaning the opposite. She let a smile come, showing off most of her teeth, but still the blush remained. And only now did she realized her flushed face and she quickly cooled down.
But she had a feeling he wasn't quite finished. He wasn't about to give up on her. "Kendall. The difference between me and you is that I embrace my above average appearance and acknowledge it. Now, I do not flaunt it, making a fool of myself, but neither do I hide it away. You, my love, pretend as though you cannot see it. I find such an excuse painful to observe, and I feel the need to explain to you your significance to me. I may be good with words, Kendall. But you are good with everything else. You walk with an air, that says no one could ever touch you. Not even in their wildest dreams. You are polite, but manage to slip in something vulgar for the sake of humor. You move with a purpose, and you know what makes what work for you, and what doesn't. You don't let anyone push you around, and you hate it when people hold you in regard. I can tell all of this just from an hour spent with you. Kendall, without even trying, you have caught me in your web of beauty, and ensnared me with all that you are. Kendall, hear my words. And believe them. You need to understand, that you are worth my time. Every passing moment of it. Because it is those moments that belong to you, and you alone. Kendall, I want you, to want me. I would rather spend my time here with you, right now, then anywhere else. And I have no idea why, but at the same time, it's the simplest thing in the world. Kendall.. please." [no lie, i cried. i hate you nattie. -sex-]
To her surprise, she did not fluster. She just sat there, wondering how he had managed to take the words right out of her mouth. Although his words, had made it seem like so much more than what she could have choked out. She seemed to fatigue for a second there, with all of his words hitting her in the head like a brick wall. She folded her arms on the table and rested her head, closing her eyes to take it in. She didn't want to lose to his game, but she couldn't do anything. She loved him, and he loved her. No more denial, it was true. She sighed as she pulled her eyes open, a glazed over look coming to her face. "Eric.." She seemed to say rather easily. Only pausing to make him want her to say more. "Eric. I know I can't convince you otherwise, you're not like that. But I can dream, can't I?" She pulled a smile. "Eric, I do want you, I just don't know if I can have you without being hurt. And I don't want you because you're just a boy that has a way with words. And even though you embrace your looks, you don't take everything for granted. And your smile is something I could die for. Every time I see it I just want to melt." She sighed. That's all she could do.
The woman came back with a tray of three items. She placed the green teas in front of the each of them, and a wrapped bottle of saki in between. "Have a naice evahnin', you twoa." She said with her horrid English accent.
Night? What time was it? [im sawry. it's so long.]
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Post by nataliee on Jun 20, 2008 21:09:01 GMT -5
Was that.. admiration? It seemed as though he and Kendall were having a totally separate conversation, through body language. Perfectly analyzed movements were translated through the eyes, and smile. His grin, for her smirk. His naughty wink, for her blush. It seemed as though their bodies knew what was going on, and what this, truly was. Truth be told, Eric himself had no idea how to describe this as anything other than.. love. His body merely confirmed it. She knew him, memorized him, craved him.. like an old book. She had known what he liked, and didn't. Could perfection be anything else, other than Kendall?
"As I had no idea I could manage to catch you in this ocean of fish."
Eric gave a sort of cock of his head, that sent damp waves of lavender flying through the air. He managed a grin, and a hearty laugh, one that reflected his contentment with her consistent humor and wit. It took most women a good hour to come up with witty or profound things to say. With Kendall, it was every second. "Hook, line, and sinker.. As the saying goes." He said, his voice deepening noticeable. Hopefully she would get the reference. Not like Kendall had ever skipped a beat.
To his utter surprise, he watched as Kendall froze up.. like she had done earlier, then relaxed significantly. It made his heart warm, and a leaden balloon in his gut slowly start to rise up. Was she finally growing comfortable with him? Was she finally realizing he could make her the happiest woman in the world? Was she realizing that he loved her? Or perhaps this was a sort of lightbulb moment, when she just knew. Of course, perhaps Eric was all wrong. And her thoughts had nothing to do with him. Perhaps..
Well surprises were all the rage. In pleasant shock, Eric watched as his little display of affection didn't make her turn rosy. It was somewhat a disappointment, since he loved the way her cheeks lit up like a Christian family's lawn on Christmas. Of course, her smile was a beautiful sight on it's own. That easy way she made everything look perfect and beautiful. Kendall was perfect and beautiful. But yet, she pretended to deny such things. But she knew.. she had to. How could anyone, not?
Eric took a moment, when he allowed his eyes to glaze over. High, from the ecstasy of the kiss. He wanted more, so much more. But he would hold back, he would hold back until she was ready to be burdened with his wants, lusts, and ultimate desires. All of which, only she could give him. He then came crashing down back to earth, and was met with Kendall's beautiful face, as wanting as his own. He smiled, pleased with the blush. That stunning, radiant blush, that seemed to give the room it's light.
He could stare at her face for an eternity. But of course, her foot made contact with his shin, and he almost let out an, oomph! Reality wasn't nearly as fun. But then again, Kendall made reality a dream.. And there she was, his shining desire, grinning back at him teasingly, but secretly begging for more. Oh he would give her more. But she needed time. He didn't want to slam her around with his raging boner just yet. They needed more time to simply bond.
Eric waited for the outburst, of, who the hell do you think you are! But there was little sign of conflict that passed over Kendall's face. Simply shock. Realization perhaps, that what he said was true. Then he watched in interest as she lowered her head. As if she were.. tired?
"Eric..[if she did, he would have a baby. right there. on the spot.] Eric. I know I can't convince you otherwise, you're not like that. But I can dream, can't I? Eric, I do want you, I just don't know if I can have you without being hurt. And I don't want you because you're just a boy that has a way with words. And even though you embrace your looks, you don't take everything for granted. And your smile is something I could die for. Every time I see it I just want to melt."
The teenager gave a triumphant grin. Who's the man? Was that on camera? She said she wanted him! Said it! He wanted to giggle and swat playfully at her like a little girl. But then.. she was afraid he's leave her? Never! He was almost disgusted that she would imply such a thing. This.. Kendall.. was real. And Eric never left reality for long. "Kendall, mon petit ange.. Trust me.. Let yourself love me, as I do you. Let me be at your side, with my melting smile. Let me, have you. Let me love you. My angel.. I beg of you. Allow me into your grace." He leaned in again, his face directly in front of hers, lingering, an inch away from her lips.. So his words were minty hot against her flesh. It was her turn. Would she take the plunge? Would she kiss him? It was up to Kendall. For once, Eric backed down, and let Kendall drive. He hoped she knew where to go.
Chocho, the waitress placed the drinks down, and scurried away. Determined not to ruin their moment.
Eric ignored the tea. All eyes were on Kendall.
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Post by Zombie Kendall on Jun 20, 2008 21:48:53 GMT -5
He gave a quick motion of his head, and his oddly messy yet perfect hair gave a happy bounce. Kendall wanted to clap her hands like she was at a show or a circus, encoring for more. But she couldn't. She was still in a little shock after admitting to herself what was happening. But she was still functional, enough to where she wouldn't fall unconscious, anyway. And his laugh followed, a smile coming to her face still. It was so involuntary, but she didn't mind much.
"Hook, line, and sinker.. As the saying goes." "As the saying goes." She echoed his reference. So he was well educated, that was a good thing to know. She almost laughed at her pitiful self. Falling in love with a stranger was practically what she was doing. But she didn't regret it. Not at all.
But she sat there, looking at his face with a glazed over look again. She wanted him so badly, she wanted to just hide away with him and have her for whatever he wanted. She would give it to him, just to keep that laugh coming. And as she blushed, he always laughed. Her blushing was to him like his laugh was to her. What greedy people the two of them were, wanting something from each other. It was so odd.
And as he took in the words, the expected grin was back. He must feel like a million bucks, as if someone said, no more condoms for safe sex, or something along those lines. And she raised her head as she regained her mind and thoughts. She just needed a quick pause to restart. But he seemed to run constantly, it was so cheerful and optimistic, the air that was around him. She loved it.
"Kendall, mon petit ange.. Trust me.. Let yourself love me, as I do you. Let me be at your side, with my melting smile. Let me, have you. Let me love you. My angel.. I beg of you. Allow me into your grace."
'Call me that again, mon petit ange.' She greedily wanted to say to him. To demand from him forever. But she wasn't that deep in greed, at least not yet. But with this statement, she realized the cockiness in his attitude. He already knew he was all that to her, and what she wanted. How was she to remedy that? She wanted to ask, but sadly couldn't put words together. He was so right. She wanted to frown and look at him, but she couldn't hurt him like that. But the worst part of it was, he was near her face again. It was something about him that made her just lock up, and want to run away. She knew she shouldn't be like that, but it was uncontrollable. And as she shifted her eyes from his lips to his eyes, she seemed to lean forward to his face. She did want to kiss him. She was going to kiss him.
But she didn't. In the quiet space of the small restaurant, her phone rang and vibrated in her pant pocket. She pulled back in a startled jolt, her face flushed. She pulled her phone out of her pocket and silenced it, embarrassed. She read it, a text from Syl for a mission. At the wrong damn time. She wanted to go back a few seconds and continue what they were doing, but she couldn't. Too late.
She coughed to clear her throat, and continued to stand up. She look disappointed and looked at the ground, ashamed of her poor self. "I g-gotta go. It's an emergency." She stuttered a little bit starting to sentence. "Eric, look.." She looked up to him again. "I want to see you again. Meet me here Thursday? I still need to go shopping." She pleaded him, wanting him to forgive her for the kiss she had teased him with, but had never given him.
She had to go fast, before another message came and threatened her.
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Post by nataliee on Jun 20, 2008 22:58:46 GMT -5
She had leaned in.. all doubt washing away like a tide.. her face mere millimeter away from his own.. And..
BZZT. BZZT. RING. RING.
Her face pulled away from his, leaving him with his lips puckered and his eyes shut. Kissing nothing but the cold musk of where Kendall used to be. When he finally realized that Kendall had ditched him for her phone, he let out a tiny, pained squeak. Why?
"Eric, look.. I want to see you again. Meet me here Thursday? I still need to go shopping."
Eric gave her a sort of wounded pout. But he wouldn't let her go without something to remember him by. He stood up with her, and gave her no notice of what he was about to do. He rushed in front of her, and bent down. He pressed his lips to hers, so passionately, it looked as though he was trying to drink her down. He pushed his tongue boldly through her lips, and began to explore. His hands moved up to cup her face, and the other hand to hold the back of her head, as he pulled her head upwards to meet him. He pushed and pulled with his mouth, never once opening his eyes. Second thoughts were like angry knives, pinning and poking his brain. But Eric didn't care. He was exactly where he wanted to be. One, with Kendall.
After a good thirty seconds, he pulled back to breath. His face was that of a passionate man. It wasn't that goofy smirk. Each line of his face was set so perfectly, that is splayed each and every raw emotion that was bleeding from his eyes. Lust, need, want..
"Until next time then.. mon petit ange.. My heart still beats alone. Only for you."
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