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Post by shadoh on Feb 21, 2010 21:17:16 GMT -7
The night was perfect, their air holding just a hint of something dark and forbidden that would be tasted by the most tempting lips. The shadows spoke of an untold secrets, the whispers of what was yet to come. The night shrouded the wonders of the city, and it was during the night she came out to play. The day held little entertainment for the seemingly young woman. It held nothing but the boring workers of people slaving to try and make a better life for themselves. What did she do when the sun decided to shoot it's rays at unsuspecting people? She slept. A night owl at heart, it was the beast that lay just under the surface that had her stalking the seemingly empty streets. A sense maybe? That something new had shown it's ugly little head? Well, maybe not completely ugly since the girl had the features some only dreamed of, and rarely ever saw. And the eyes? Seemed to captivate right of the bat. They were the first and last thing you ever saw of her. In constant motion with pink, purple, and white all mixed into one, as well as shimmering in any lighting. She was strange, without a doubt, but instead of putting others off, it seemed to naturally draw them to her. But even so at this moment she had a mission in mind. What that mission was? To get completely wasted and end up in bed with a guy she'll never meet again, nor will she remember his name. Her conquest shouldn't be hard, and even then those swirling masses spotted a perfect place to pick up her prey.
Willow Soteria Parthenopaeus was a woman who captured looks and stared wherever she went. Whether she tried to or not. And tonight? She was definitely trying to with her choice of fashion. Ripped leggings, that were half hidden by knee high converses? Where her choice for legs wear. A gray tank top with different prints along with a black suit vest and a very short denim skirt? Was her choice of upper wear. And accessories consisted of a large black spider ring on her left hand, and a large multi-colored stone skull on her right. A studded bracelet, along with a long deep purple pendant brought it all together. And of course you couldn't forget the spoon and fork ear rings she wore, as well as the favored hat hiding the blonde layers, but allowed the pink high lights to peek through just hidden under her hair. The fingerless skeleton gloves only brought it all together. So yes, her outfit was meant to attract, either the opposite sex or the same. She found she wasn't overly picky tonight. Eyes alighted on a small bar nestled amongst two other unlit buildings, the lights were on and a quite noise seemed to be coming from it. She knew before her legs started toward it that she'd find some type of entertainment inside. Elegant fingers found the door knob and turned, whisking inside. The noise was of a moderate volume, not so loud that it'd give you a blinding headache, but just the right amount of conversation to know that the place was occupied. Eyes scanned the room, and the people who automatically looked at the door to see who entered stopped and stared. She ignored and went on to picking out who would amuse her this night. At least, that was until those swirling eyes found an old and very dear friend. The smile spreading across her face was like nothing you've ever seen before, it told a story. A story of a woman who had found satisfaction and only wanted more. He had yet to spot her, even if the bustle of the room was surrounding her, hands covering the whispering mouths, as eyes stared openly and without fear. Zaive and she had parted ways only months before when she woke one morning and found she was pretty sick of traveling with him and his gang. And the thing she loved most about it? After she told him she was leaving, they had sex and it was off she went without hard feelings and remorseful goodbye's. Maybe because they knew they'd meet once more? Or just because their feelings didn't run that deep when with one another. Fuck buddies was all that had ever been between them. Zaive wasn't a man you held down to a one woman life, and Willow found to much pleasure in the game and flirtatious smiles to be tied down as well. But, that didn't mean she had to give the man up completely now did it? Although their was something standing in her way. A beautiful busty brunette was snuggling up against Zaive's side, and he didn't seem to mind to much of his personal space being invaded. Why would he? But the thought that crossed Willow's mind had the smile shifting just so, turning to a mischievous evil grin even as her eyes welled with tears. The on lookers who watched attentively were shocked at the seemingly turning on of the water works, but Willow paid them no mind. Her converse clad feet carried her over to the bar where he sat with his current future bed partner. The tears were going full blown now, streaking down her face, but strangely not messing up her make-up she had. Stomping up to him, her delicate hand grabbed his shoulder and jerked. How strange to see a girl, barely 5'1 going toe to toe with a man well over 6'. The clothes only added on to the rather childish look she had going as she looked up at Zaive with the most pitiful expression she could muster, all the while laughing her ass off inside. "Zaive! How could you do this to me! I wake up one morning and your gone. Without a note or a goodbye. And now I come here and your snuggling up with some other woman! You broke my heart you bastard!" To the brunette all she saw was a sexy man who was relatively unclaimed and only looking for a nice night. And now? A cheating boyfriend who she did not want to get in the middle of with the crying girlfriend. With a muttered excuse me she took her drink and stalked off to the friends she had left behind. Leaving the weeping Willow crying her eyes out in front of Zaive. [/size] ((So I'm currently obssesed with Polyvore, and I love! Making outfits for all my characters. So, if you'd like to know what the lovely Willow is wearing click here and check it out))
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Post by Little Lion on Mar 7, 2010 12:50:45 GMT -7
The low voices in the bar meshed with the quiet tones coming from the house band in a lulling cocktail of general good vibes that made for generally good nights. The room was a undulating air of muted, indistinguishable noises as one sound occasionally rose above the other in the form of a round of laughter here or a crescendo in the music there. Despite the moderation of the sound, Zaive leaned in closer to his current "date". His head was constantly inclined towards her and his lips hovered always near her ears, only disappearing from the proximity to partake in a drink or if her head moved away as she rocked in laughter. With each tenderly told tale the woman's body was drawn closer to his. Her eyes were mindlessly fixated on him taking in each feature as though she would remember them forever, as though he would remember her forever. He could barely remember the letter her name started with. His build was simple; most likely toned and of average height. He was clothed in a navy blue v-neck t-shirt which was a hair shy of being tight fitting, and dark, preripped jeans that fell over solid black shoes. His facial features were the more memorable things about him: the sweeping movements of his mess of black hair, the distinct maroon color of his eyes sunk in blackened, sleepless shadows with a hint of red from an inhuman drug abuse, the glinting silver eyebrow ring catching the light just above the quiet eyes, the way his lips pulled a thin, satirical smile in just one corner before his head turned away as though he was embarrassed to be amused with her. Of course, once his head turned the three tiny silver hoops in his ear took the glinting spotlight. Every moment of viewing him was treasured by the girl as his figure blurred often. Again, the mafioso leaned close to her, his lips moved in a quick twitch, apparently spitting out some word or phrase as she responded with a tiny giggle. She would then move to him, leaning into his side. She was under his charm, his twisted, egotistic spell, his exact corporeal nature. Seduction and destruction were the sources that constituted his existence. Anyone was subject to it, harmed or unharmed, knowing or unknowing. With simple gestures he conducted a symphony of responses from his prey and words struck them like a force to a precious, pliable metal. Extra, frivolous flirtations were just part of his fun. It was similar to a vampire hunting. They had all the tools to boggle their prey and many times exercised them when they could far more easily just walk up and take the precious life source. Zaive practiced the same rights, he toyed with his victims for no need then to satisfy impulsive desires that were still rather fresh to him since he was terrible at his own job, his own existence.
Zaive's lips trailed up the girls neck, he knew she was on the brink of asking him if he would like to go someplace "quieter". She would have gone with him in a heartbeat if he would have just asked, but he knew that and that was no fun. He wanted to hear the question tumble off her own lips in that heavy, unrestrained, lusty tone. A simple stroke to his ego. The force on his shoulder pulled him from his dream world and he felt the mists of their strange sexual tension evaporate and scatter to the far corners of the earth. His concentration gone, the girl in his arms was free of his spell. "Zaive! How could you do this to me!" He cringed at the familiar words and then allowed his body to instantly relaxed from the brunette, his hands coming up in the air like a captured suspect. "If I had a dime..." He murmured, the sentence finished in his head. He would be the richest man in the world if he was payed for every time he heard that bitter phrase tumbling off some misguided girl's trembling lips. His guest became very uncomfortable between him and his screaming self proclaimed ex. She was slipping from his arms and his eyes still hadn't turned to see who was rebuking him tonight. Not until the brunette disappeared somewhere in the crowd. "Damn." Closing his eyes, Zaive exhaled a loud sigh and then drew a long breath to gather his composure. His shoulders shifted down in relaxation as he restructured his mind to ease the sexual adrenaline still coursing in his veins. It was the first time he'd felt the heated pulse move through his body because for the first time, he was left by himself. Once he felt some of the heat leave from his skin, he swirled the bar stool to turn him to face his attacker. The array of clothing phased him, he tried to place an age, a place, a when on the girl. He was unable to remember himself picking up a girl of such a taste, he usually went for the clearly trampy ones in the short dresses. It was easier and more simplistic in the rush of his life. After all, there were only so many reasons a girl went out in a dress that short. This girl however was baffling him and the crying froze his mind. He hated crying, he never knew what to do with them when he was the one that made them cry but if you found them crying, he tried to work them in his favor. Sometimes criers just needed a little extra "comfort". However, this girl was the former type and that was no good. Again, he scrutinized her from top to bottom. As his eyes moved back up her legs her figure struck him instantly. After enough nights her shape had become burned into his memory so that, even if he'd seemed to forget, a touch would be enough to bring back her identity. The blonde hair reminded him next but it was her eyes that made him confident that he'd positively I.Ded her. However, upon recognition, he didn't crack a smile. Instead he turned back to the bar and put his elbows onto the smooth structure and his right hand drooped down to his glass. "If I remember correctly," The low velveteen voice held a special place in the noise and came through loud and clear. "I was the one that woke up one morning and... you were gone." He glanced over his shoulder, one eyebrow raised in question of her action. The look only lasted seconds before the signature smirk crept onto his lips. "But if helps," He turned fully to face her and extended his right hand with a drink. "I heard this helps with the heart ache."
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Post by shadoh on Mar 8, 2010 18:24:53 GMT -7
The woman was gone, but this didn't stop those shining tears from falling down that pale face as she stared up at him. Heart break was written all over, give the girl an Oscar. She was doing one hell of a job. At first he didn't look at her, and the voice of a whining crying nagging girl would only make him reluctant to look and see who it was. But finally, those eyes took in her figure, ever so slowly causing one Willow to shift in expectation. She would hate to admit it, but she sure did miss him. Everything between them was sex, but even in the middle of that they always seemed to compliment one another as well. The last time she saw him was the night she met his ex Darkness. A pretty girl who thought she had captured the heart of the wander Zaive, only to find out she hadn't. And of course, ever the gentleman -insert eye roll- he brought her up to the room he was currently sharing with Willow and gave her a drink. And what would the pink blonde do but walk out in his shirt and snuggle up to her man.... at the time. But Darkness hadn't backed down, instead she made a very trashy move of rubbing her foot up and down his own, which only fueled Willow's disgust, which made her snap at the foolish girl, which then made Willow bodily throw her out (couldn't help it). And what did she do but jump back in bed with Zaieve and leave in the morning. Of course she did say goodbye and gave him a present before she left, but still.
The words coupled with the smile would have anyone else turning away stung and real tears in their eyes. But Willow only wiped away those crocodile tears before taking the drink and downing it in one swallow. "Please. As if you were heart broken I left. It was time to part ways. If only for a little while." She gave him a look, holding the empty glass close to her lips, as they barely brushed the cool drink. "Besides I said goodbye. And I'm here now." She sidled up closer, Deja Vu giving her whip lash. Was this now how they met the first time? In a bar? Stirring up the patrons with there actions? Yes, she did believe it was. How history did repeat itself. [/blockquote]
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Post by Little Lion on Mar 11, 2010 19:15:19 GMT -7
Zaive's features morphed into a faithless smile, the curve of his lips was accompanied by a minor huff, a simple, one clip laugh. She was just as he remembered, clever, quick and informed. She knew his game of romance inside out, the shallow way he ticked and the things that made him go from yes to no. She knew he had no remorse, he had no compassion but plenty of passion to go around all night. "Oh, but I was." He protested. His left hand swept towards her face, the first digits gracing the smooth skin catching a tear she hadn't quite noticed. "If you think about where my heart's at..." Pearly whites broke through the pale lips for just a second before he recovered the ill mannered smile. He with drew his hand and placed it on the counter with a knock signalging for another round of drinks. "You are here now." He said absent mindedly. The maroon eyes strayed towards her as she inched closer. The strange shade was broken by splintering red out from the iris' like cracks of jagged lightening through a darker night sky. His eyes faltered over her figure before retreating into the dark crevice of his skull. Willow's soul was a beautiful thing, pressed into him in comfort oblivious to his being. In simple terms, it was like a vampire effect for the demon. What blood was for the blood suckers, souls were for the demon stealer. However, Zaive was careful with Willow. Her life amused him more then her soul seared him with it's poignant, vivid presence.
Zaive shifted, first away from her and then slowly back towards her. "I'm sure you know, being here 'now'," he raised his hands to make quote marks and roll his eyes. "doesn't constitute as penance?" His tone was even and low in a tone equivalent to some seriousness. His eyebrows even rose in proper accordance to the words, and he turned his head to look at her. But again, the glib, impish grin gave away his improper bantering. Nothing was serious between them and nothing he did, other then his mafioso job, was ever serious. He had had only one or two serious conversations with Willow and that was only regarding the days where neither were ready to part ways but he had a few "errands" to run with his boys. In which case, the proper seriousness was taken to explain his leave and that he would be back but if the cops were to thick, run.
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Post by shadoh on Mar 16, 2010 21:41:36 GMT -7
The game was simple, the rules easy to follow, your moves careful and with caution. Those type of games never interested her. Rule breaking, rebelliousness, now that was her cup of tea. And who would give it to her but the man standing before her. And she knew, a night of fun could be found in his bed, since she had visited so often before. Maybe she'd rejoin him on his adventures once more. She could not lie that it had been a good time. Of course, he'd have to be ok with it. In the morning, is when she'd find if she was invited or not. If he was there, packed and ready, waiting not so patiently for her to get up lazily, distract him with a body and whispered words, then she'd be able to go. If he was gone? Well, the message had been received loud and clear.
The hand at her face had the involuntary sucking in of the breath. Shock flitted across those swirling eyes, not being able to hide that mere fact that she wasn't use to such romantic gestures even if they meant nothing. The words coming from his mouth finally had those eyes narrowing as his hand was removed. "Your heart, was kept safely in that safe you call a chest. Please spare me." The simple gestures that told so much, or at least to her they did, had her smiling. The withdrawal from her body, only to come right back moments later. She knew it was the dance they had been dancing for months now. Ever since she first clapped eyes on him. It was beautiful, the swift elegant moves each bestowed upon the other. The glances of the eyes, the sweet words that only meant something in that short period of time. Sex, it was the only thing they had. And if there was anything more, neither would admit it. But it was there in his eyes that spoke his story. "Oh come now. Your happy to see me. Admit it Zaive, you missed my stimulating company." The word was emphasized by the look she gave him, the raking up and down his body, as she finally settled on his eyes once more. [/size]
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Post by Little Lion on Apr 3, 2010 17:25:46 GMT -7
His grin wouldn't quit, charming but completely wrong. The hidden intents were always obvious, the danger was practically a red light, but it was perfect. It was the 'bad boy' charm. He was irresistible, hell had spat him out that way. Of course, he wasn't the all powerful good looker, people were people and fancies were fancies. He might have been incredibly good looking in every eye but that only carried certain people so far. Regardless, the grin was an undeniable point of attraction and for Willow, it never shut off. "I've been told it's a located a little lower." He tucked the joke in quickly about where exactly his heart WAS located since she missed it the first time. He didn't mind, he liked his cryptic wit, it was part of his charm. Women loved to laugh and as a rule, he would make them. His fingers drummed across the counter as she tried to pry emotion out of him. His eyes moved over her figure in a scrutinizing look and he cocked his head as though deliberating a difficult decision. "Well, damn. If you put it that way." He couldn't help but laugh. Stimulating was exactly the word to describe their relationship. "Then I guess I did." He stole a moment for his drink and then turned to face her. "But, hold on, hold on. Don't get your little hopes up, yet." His hands did some strange open staggering through the air trying to find the right position to explain, or perhaps crazily grasping at the distant outline of her figure. "Okay." his hands paused and he held up both pointer fingers. "I'll admit... I missed you." His hands had crept closer to her form, sliding down her sides to the end of her shirt. "With out all this fabric." Again, that grin. He tugged at the shirt teasingly threatening to pull it off her but, for the sake of being allowed to stay at the bar didn't plan on. He was such a liar, if he felt real emotion he would never admit it, and would probably never even know it. He loved the thrill of foreplay though, the lightness, the passion it inspired in his victims soul. However, Willow wasn't his victim but perhaps his heroin. An addiction both pleasing and tormenting. Foreplay wasn't needed to get anything out of her, but the chemistry it inspired in him and in her, did something for his immortal, damned demon that was a glimpse of perfection in hell. So why not exploit it?
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Post by shadoh on May 2, 2010 8:39:36 GMT -7
Such teasing could often be found going back and forth between the two. Each trying to one up the other with a smart alack comment, or an even more daring action. Those swirling eyes never left his own, nor did she want it to. As he spoke of where his heart was, she raised a brow, and looked down. Oh, yes, she knew exactly where it was placed, and also knew that no one would ever be able to retrieve it. As he held up his fingers, 'showing' her how much he missed her, she didn't buy it for a second. One, those eyes were dancing with laughter a bit to much for her to take him seriously. And two, he was never serious so what was the point in believing him? But she played along, batting those long lashes, letting one hand spread across her chest in flattery. "Why Zaive. You sure know how to make a girls heart skip a beat." Giving him a rather pointed look, she hopped onto the bar stool next to him, letting her legs brush his own, even as her hand drew little circles on the back of his. "I could use another drink. I've been walking for hours." Minutes actually, but he didn't need to know what. Words were meaningless to them both, it was their actions that spoke louder than anything else. And here she was showing him she blatantly wanted him. Again. It was in the motion of her limbs, the hunger in her eyes, as well as the small lift of her lips. Whether or not he'd go along was the question. One, she was determined he'd answer.
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Post by Little Lion on Aug 4, 2010 16:06:22 GMT -7
Zaive's head nodded in agreement to her statement. Of course he knew how to flatter a girl, he just didn't always practice the chivalry needed. He leaned in after she had settled closer to him, beautiful company always enticed him. "Oh poor thing." He murmured the words as his head was already turned in the direction of the bar tender. The silent signal went out for another round, a small something of vodka. "For hours huh? And let me guess what you could have possibly been doing." He leaned his left elbow on the bar and slid his other hand through the end of her hair brushing it off her shoulder. "You don't seem very wind blown, so it's either nice out or you walk slow. You couldn't have been looking for me, that would just be just... worthless." His grin marked the end of his sentence, he had nothing more, he wasn't in the mood for clever antics and cute speeches. She'd waltzed in ruffled his feathers and was now sucessfully smoothing them out but he was still left with the tingling aftermath of being manipulated by a woman. The drinks came in timely fashion and he took both in his hand, holding one out to her but suddenly drawing it back. "What's your night look like before I empty my wallet on you?" A simple grin might have excused the rudeness of his comment yet it worked to insulting the both of them.
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Post by shadoh on Dec 9, 2010 10:06:24 GMT -7
The murmured words had the grin moving into a smile with a simple movement of raising her lips. He didn't believe her, how clear that was in the way he spoke but she played along, always a willing player in any game she felt like participating in. "You're right. Poor me." She hadn't been expecting the small motion of brushing her hair from her shoulder, yet nor did she move away from him, instead she kept her place, slightly leaning into him allowing her eyes to roam his face moving from cheekbones to forehead, from lips to nose. "I was really really slow." Her 'really' was drawn out, almost whispered until she gave a bark of laughter. "Looking for you Zaive? You're right, why would I waste my time?" Although it could be strange how they always seemed to find themselves in the same company. It seemed no matter where they went, no matter how far they traveled they always found one another, a simple glance or a night of pleasure it never mattered. As the drinks came Willow waited for him to give her hers, but at the last minute it was taken back out of her reach having her eyes narrowing on his face. "What a stupid question. You should know what my nights are like when you empty you're wallet on me." She shifted her weight forward a hand snatching into the air and grasping her drink before she moved back onto her seat and took a delicate sip. "But since you need reassurance I believe I can screw you're brains out tonight. I'm in the mood." It was said absently as lips ascended onto the glass once more, a tongue darting out to catch stray droplets clinging to the clear glass. With a sigh she allowed her arm to rest on the bar, her legs crossed before her. "If that's ok with you of course." A brow was raised in question the smile still in place.
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