02-22-2019, 03:39 AM
(This post was last modified: 02-22-2019, 03:32 PM by Marcus DuBois.)
Her derisive response was unexpected. He wasn't sure what, exactly, he thought it might be, not really. And yet still good for all that. He'd hit a nerve. Which meant for all her words, he was in the right place.
That was what really mattered. Good, bad, hot, cold, lust, hate. All that was important was that his words meant something to her.
Ahh, but she wouldn't the woman he enjoyed so if she had been soft and haunted, a broken winged bird. Fire coursed through her veins. Yes, she definitely needed to be part of his Sphere. Just the thought of the word sent a chill up his spine. It was years away, still. And yet between the Consulate and now a personal network- whether they believed in him or acted out of self interest- he had the beginnings of a serious power base from which to act. So many interesting possibilities lay ahead.
He nodded, as if in understanding, though he knew her words false. Erase the past all you like, it was and would always and forever remain the fiery cauldron that forged you. And made you stronger if you survived and thrived because of it.
He smiled, surprised. "Of course. I find you fascinating. The 'you' I catch glimpses of." Another calculated remark, given his own nature. An answer to her question. An invitation, even.
He sat back, arms resting naturally on the table, open and hiding nothing, and studied her tilted beautiful face. "And I would expect nothing less from you. We should know the people we get in bed with, no?" His look was a touch playful and...pointed, given their last encounter. Viperish fangs and seething rage quickly hidden by the tease of flesh and a honeyed seductive tongue. He had enjoyed their sparring far more than he expected. Few were able match the rage that flowed through him. "In a manner of speaking," he added after a pause. "I am an open book for you."
Malik was curious to see how much he was willing to tell her. Very likely, she had a senstive ear for easy lies. She didn't need to know everything. But there were still things he might share. She would think she was using him. But that was ok.
That was what really mattered. Good, bad, hot, cold, lust, hate. All that was important was that his words meant something to her.
Ahh, but she wouldn't the woman he enjoyed so if she had been soft and haunted, a broken winged bird. Fire coursed through her veins. Yes, she definitely needed to be part of his Sphere. Just the thought of the word sent a chill up his spine. It was years away, still. And yet between the Consulate and now a personal network- whether they believed in him or acted out of self interest- he had the beginnings of a serious power base from which to act. So many interesting possibilities lay ahead.
He nodded, as if in understanding, though he knew her words false. Erase the past all you like, it was and would always and forever remain the fiery cauldron that forged you. And made you stronger if you survived and thrived because of it.
He smiled, surprised. "Of course. I find you fascinating. The 'you' I catch glimpses of." Another calculated remark, given his own nature. An answer to her question. An invitation, even.
He sat back, arms resting naturally on the table, open and hiding nothing, and studied her tilted beautiful face. "And I would expect nothing less from you. We should know the people we get in bed with, no?" His look was a touch playful and...pointed, given their last encounter. Viperish fangs and seething rage quickly hidden by the tease of flesh and a honeyed seductive tongue. He had enjoyed their sparring far more than he expected. Few were able match the rage that flowed through him. "In a manner of speaking," he added after a pause. "I am an open book for you."
Malik was curious to see how much he was willing to tell her. Very likely, she had a senstive ear for easy lies. She didn't need to know everything. But there were still things he might share. She would think she was using him. But that was ok.