05-05-2014, 06:35 PM
Spectra fell in step alongside her escort. He was an arrow in the dark, but she was a silken scarf on the breeze. Adrenaline and power continued to sizzle just beneath the surface of her golden skin, but she huddled next to the powerful creature at her side as though in need of his warmth.
The brightness of a sleek building lobby returned Spectra's senses to the present. At the beckoning of glass, sheen, and strength what primal beast lured to the surface returned to its distant slumber. The modern world was not a place for creatures of myth, and the gnashing devil clung to her soul was of legendary might.
She was a goddess of the screen in this world. Those whom they passed turned and watched as she walked by. Slender Wallets came from purses and pockets, snapping her picture. To be in the same building as Spectra Lin! The wings of her ego rode on their adoration, and she cherished them for it.
Damien's interest was also welcomed. Within his apartment, she turned in a slow circle. What thoughts, if any, she had on the décor, she did not voice them. The warmth of both Light and air drew her coat from her arms, and she cast it carelessly atop the rim of a chair. In the staged lighting of the club, her dress sparkled and captivated, like jeweled rivulets of water cascaded down her body with every move. In the normalcy of lighting, it hugged Spectra's curves with a perfect composition of sheer and shadow. She was the jewel and it the accent to pose against her body.
She was compliant in his request, and so seated herself across from him. It was a long, uncurling posture as though the plush cushions of the chair spread its arms and welcomed her home. Her eyes flashed, green with danger, for his question, to which she quirked a dark smile. "Where have you been to have not seen my many movies and need to ask such a thing?"
Then a testing jab slithered its way across her expression. They both knew where he was. "Sí. You may say I am ... vigorous... More so in these past few years. What of you? What have you experienced exactly that you are unaccustomed? Hm?"
The brightness of a sleek building lobby returned Spectra's senses to the present. At the beckoning of glass, sheen, and strength what primal beast lured to the surface returned to its distant slumber. The modern world was not a place for creatures of myth, and the gnashing devil clung to her soul was of legendary might.
She was a goddess of the screen in this world. Those whom they passed turned and watched as she walked by. Slender Wallets came from purses and pockets, snapping her picture. To be in the same building as Spectra Lin! The wings of her ego rode on their adoration, and she cherished them for it.
Damien's interest was also welcomed. Within his apartment, she turned in a slow circle. What thoughts, if any, she had on the décor, she did not voice them. The warmth of both Light and air drew her coat from her arms, and she cast it carelessly atop the rim of a chair. In the staged lighting of the club, her dress sparkled and captivated, like jeweled rivulets of water cascaded down her body with every move. In the normalcy of lighting, it hugged Spectra's curves with a perfect composition of sheer and shadow. She was the jewel and it the accent to pose against her body.
She was compliant in his request, and so seated herself across from him. It was a long, uncurling posture as though the plush cushions of the chair spread its arms and welcomed her home. Her eyes flashed, green with danger, for his question, to which she quirked a dark smile. "Where have you been to have not seen my many movies and need to ask such a thing?"
Then a testing jab slithered its way across her expression. They both knew where he was. "Sí. You may say I am ... vigorous... More so in these past few years. What of you? What have you experienced exactly that you are unaccustomed? Hm?"