10-03-2013, 12:17 PM
John White was a terribly boring name. Without a doubt, Spectra preferred Hood, if only for the playful sound conjured by the ring of her lips when she whispered it in his ear.
His surprise elicited a tantalizing twinge of satisfaction. Spectra was a playful demoness, for sure, and she thoroughly liked the idea that one of the world's most dangerous men was going to be pounding down the doors to chase after her.
The tilt of her smokey eyes critically examined his downturned glass. Some optimistic circles might label Hood an actor much as they might label Spectra a glamor star, but they both knew better of one another's facades. Only a fool would consider Hood inebriated, he might bleed everclear and remain lucid, though likely with more swagger if such were possible. Spectra was no fool, but she perched her lips, tsking at his choice compared to the sparkling purity of hers.
The point of her nails drew around the crisp edge of the glass, swirling beads of condensation as though a goddess playing with the stars in the sky.
"Don't wait too long,"
she urged. Luscious red lips around the rim of her glass. The drink left her mouth glistening with dangerous promises. "Monotone name or no, I am confident you can still find what you want when it suits you."
A chill of punishment slithered with seductive promise. He best be suited to fulfill his promises soon. She liked to be chased, not strung along.
She pulled herself together, smiled and departed.
His surprise elicited a tantalizing twinge of satisfaction. Spectra was a playful demoness, for sure, and she thoroughly liked the idea that one of the world's most dangerous men was going to be pounding down the doors to chase after her.
The tilt of her smokey eyes critically examined his downturned glass. Some optimistic circles might label Hood an actor much as they might label Spectra a glamor star, but they both knew better of one another's facades. Only a fool would consider Hood inebriated, he might bleed everclear and remain lucid, though likely with more swagger if such were possible. Spectra was no fool, but she perched her lips, tsking at his choice compared to the sparkling purity of hers.
The point of her nails drew around the crisp edge of the glass, swirling beads of condensation as though a goddess playing with the stars in the sky.
"Don't wait too long,"
she urged. Luscious red lips around the rim of her glass. The drink left her mouth glistening with dangerous promises. "Monotone name or no, I am confident you can still find what you want when it suits you."
A chill of punishment slithered with seductive promise. He best be suited to fulfill his promises soon. She liked to be chased, not strung along.
She pulled herself together, smiled and departed.