Moneytalks
I just listen... ;)
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Silver Dread...
OOC:
One kiss and then you die? People please... give me something to WORK with... [lol... winks]
IC:
Silver smiled her indecipherable smile. She could feel him through her fingers, the strength of him. Her tenacious trendle of control, and then his words to her. She already had serious doubts. It wasn't her style to toy with her prey uneccessarily. Perhaps it was a feminine trait of hers still remaining after all these years. By rights, he should be dead already. What was stopping her?
"A kiss?" She leant forward then hesitated. She felt something strange. Was it fear? It was so strange to look into Ronag's face and see his resemblance to Ganor... she could hear the sound of Ganor fighting Zen... faintly as if in the background. Her eyes focused on Ronag once more. She knelt before him so that their eyes were almost level. He looked different from this angle.
She licked her bottom lip, drawing his gaze to her mouth. She felt him lean forward. She panicked. She was loosing control... she could feel it. She froze watching him come closer. Her eyes widened as she realized she couldn't retreat. Her hand slid from his shoulder to the back of his neck and she clung to him. Her own sabre all but forgotten. Finally their lips meet. She murmered softly into his mouth... the kiss deepened...
Unconciously her grip on her sabre tightened even though the blade was pointed harmlessly away from him. She felt his hands slide to the back of her head, angling her for his attentions. Something... familiar about all this... she vaguely thought.
OOC:
One kiss and then you die? People please... give me something to WORK with... [lol... winks]
IC:
Silver smiled her indecipherable smile. She could feel him through her fingers, the strength of him. Her tenacious trendle of control, and then his words to her. She already had serious doubts. It wasn't her style to toy with her prey uneccessarily. Perhaps it was a feminine trait of hers still remaining after all these years. By rights, he should be dead already. What was stopping her?
"A kiss?" She leant forward then hesitated. She felt something strange. Was it fear? It was so strange to look into Ronag's face and see his resemblance to Ganor... she could hear the sound of Ganor fighting Zen... faintly as if in the background. Her eyes focused on Ronag once more. She knelt before him so that their eyes were almost level. He looked different from this angle.
She licked her bottom lip, drawing his gaze to her mouth. She felt him lean forward. She panicked. She was loosing control... she could feel it. She froze watching him come closer. Her eyes widened as she realized she couldn't retreat. Her hand slid from his shoulder to the back of his neck and she clung to him. Her own sabre all but forgotten. Finally their lips meet. She murmered softly into his mouth... the kiss deepened...
Unconciously her grip on her sabre tightened even though the blade was pointed harmlessly away from him. She felt his hands slide to the back of her head, angling her for his attentions. Something... familiar about all this... she vaguely thought.