July 18, 2002
deliverance [kaj'sha]

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I put a spell on you
Cause you're miine
doo doo dooododoodle ooh doo doo
You better stop the things you do
I ain't llline..
NOOooo I ain't llline

You know I can't stand it
You're runnin 'round
You know better daddy
I can't stand it
Cause you put me down

yea yea

I put a spell on you.....

Because you're miiiine.....

"I have a present for you... Kaj'sha."

the smile widens coy (hungry) as a cheshire cat, toes attached to one foot reaching for the ground, pressure spinning the highbacked chair from where it faces the speakers oozing Nina Simone (the voice that chills and thrills), revealing the lanky form sprawled half-sideways in the chair, mismatched eyes glowing (excited) above the sealed letter held like a stretched (bone white) butterfly on display between his fingers

held just this side of where Kaj's fingers can reach

"But I have a story for you.... first...."

the rotation of the chair carries the playful (seductive) gaze to where Sian makes room on the couch (dark serpent readjusting her coils to strike) his voice slithering (liquid) silver across his tongue as attention lifts to the fallen (angel) Fang

"It's of a boy and a girl left alone in a park of dead souls.... they would talk.... but she doesn't. She speaks through actions, as we all know they speak louder than words..... and while the daggers of her teeth stripped the flesh from his throat, his bullets tore pieces from hers. The boy ran away to lick his wounds....."

beneath the open shirt, muscles slowly draw shoulders to steel bands, invisable hackles bristling, fingertips sliding on the crisped edge of the letter (as they will one day dance upon exposed nerves), a moment's repose of study - that is twice Malcom has been allowed to further breath after an affont to a packmate, were it not for Kaj's interest in acquiring the kin - and perhaps the Ragabash - they would have quenched their thirst for his blood before the dawn shattered stars from the sky

"Coward...... enemy.....?"

a glance of contrast's gaze to Sian, voicing what thoughts he knows boils (trapped) under bronzed skin

"..... or exploitable bait." teeth snapping after the word as if closing on bone, revenge is not always slathered in immediate violence "Another boy came along, and found the bleeding girl. They set a fire in his crypt that raged dry flesh like the heat of his temper. They extinguished the fire.... tempering malice until the moon swells full. Hours passed before he approached me on the Boardwalk... and gave me this......"

the letter drug beneath his nose as if the words contained within held a scent all their own, uncurling to lean, weight shifting and sliding to the floor, hungry jackal crouching beneath the lion as Asher kneels before the too-perfect blond, lips curling in whispering (soothing, inviting) sneer

"You know he will try to kill you at first chance....."

the letter held within the span of Kaj'sha's reach - he knows it will be returned to him to read aloud, as are their habits, but it is not his right to open what is not meant for him

Posted by asher at July 18, 2002 12:00 AM
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