11-24-2013, 01:13 PM
Without warning, Spectra was whipped from Hood's escorting elbow. She staggered on precarious heels, reeling with widely thrown arms to keep her balance. Gale force winds lashed strands of hair around her throat. The hem of her dress flapped heavy against her thighs, whipping the metallic medallions like coins sinking to the bottom of a fountain, Strong arms clasped on hers, and she found herself pressed grotesquely against Yuri.
Annoyance cut a sharp gaze as soon as it was over. He released her as much as she flicked him away, and she set to rearrange her appearance with expert experience of any model who knew how to take advantage of a sudden gust on a windy beach. The thick mane of dark hair was touseled now, but rather than flattening the curls and dampening her glowing presence, Spectra embraced the wild and exotic dishevelment. Her cheeks flushed, her skin glowed, and her eyes flashed heated as her frustration.
For those few moments while she gathered herself, she all but ignored the men, including Hood. Until his voice broke her trance.
"Jaxen. No, doubt you did. You're just a common pickpocket."
She followed his attentions down the end of the hall, where leaned a slender man in a designer suit she recognized. It debuted on the same night as Spectra sauntered the catwalk last autumn. Hood had called him Jaxen. She didn't recognize the face that went with the name, but she knew he was no model.
The woman in his company next drew her curiosity: a spider noting the presence of some strange new insect she was unsure whether to watch flit about or capture it in her web. Oriena was clearly not in Spectra's league. She was no more threat to her than a maggot to the leopard. Except... Spectra sensed something from the woman. An affinity of sorts, and Spectra guessed the woman had the potential to be an entirely different sort of threat.
Dazed by the consideration, she blinked at Hood's offer. He would likely think her flustered by the surprising turn of events, but Spectra bounced back from worse, and as a career woman, she had immense adaptability.
She slithered her arm in his once more. This time, she did not bait the men any further. "Yes. Let's."
Annoyance cut a sharp gaze as soon as it was over. He released her as much as she flicked him away, and she set to rearrange her appearance with expert experience of any model who knew how to take advantage of a sudden gust on a windy beach. The thick mane of dark hair was touseled now, but rather than flattening the curls and dampening her glowing presence, Spectra embraced the wild and exotic dishevelment. Her cheeks flushed, her skin glowed, and her eyes flashed heated as her frustration.
For those few moments while she gathered herself, she all but ignored the men, including Hood. Until his voice broke her trance.
"Jaxen. No, doubt you did. You're just a common pickpocket."
She followed his attentions down the end of the hall, where leaned a slender man in a designer suit she recognized. It debuted on the same night as Spectra sauntered the catwalk last autumn. Hood had called him Jaxen. She didn't recognize the face that went with the name, but she knew he was no model.
The woman in his company next drew her curiosity: a spider noting the presence of some strange new insect she was unsure whether to watch flit about or capture it in her web. Oriena was clearly not in Spectra's league. She was no more threat to her than a maggot to the leopard. Except... Spectra sensed something from the woman. An affinity of sorts, and Spectra guessed the woman had the potential to be an entirely different sort of threat.
Dazed by the consideration, she blinked at Hood's offer. He would likely think her flustered by the surprising turn of events, but Spectra bounced back from worse, and as a career woman, she had immense adaptability.
She slithered her arm in his once more. This time, she did not bait the men any further. "Yes. Let's."