August 14, 2002
tell tale heart [bianca]

[atlantic city boardwalk motel]


something stretches across the bed (slit wrist slash, dripping onto the carpet) arm draped over eyes to block the lights breaking through flimsy (thin.... yet closed) curtains, chest rising and falling

(sleep...... now)

evenly, slowly, the monster that seethed so close to the surface night past (the gaian's fear cologne on his skin) now quietly (comfortably) resting deep within

::Keys jangle and slide into the lock, writhing breast muttering in (..conscious..) undertone as lock tumbles, and she slips inside. Kholdark gaze blinks to see sprawled (god) form on her bed, slow smile (..remembered lust..) formed as door is closed (..tight..) for him, and an eye plucked free to set on windowsill before she tosses pack on the floor, and crawls up along resting form (tempting fate) to press a kiss under his jaw.::

fist clenches stringy blond hair (to rip it. right. out.) something works to vibrate skin (now just out of lip's reach) a sound almost too quiet to hear (inviting warning) feeling her breath wash across his pulse

"What did you find."


::gasped moan as fist clenches... eyes closing as (..coy..) smile passes lips again, her breath warm (skin not unbarably so, but heated) as she murmurs reply::
"North Jersey, (address here), apartment 302. No curtains, he doesn't seem to care who can peek in the windows. Even the fire escape is unblocked."
::brow furrows slightly::
"Are you sure Malcom dances?"
::a pause, honest question after what she saw::
"His companion - Missy, she continuely questions his loyalty and the fact that he is 'too nice'. He tells her of the dance, or the Spirals - though she is gaian still"

chin lifts, slowly, even if arm's cover is not taken from mismatched eyes, exposing his skin to breath's warm attention

"Missy....... it must be the Gaian he spoke of corrupting....... tell me of his answers and her replies..... tell me more, SnakeEyes."

::the softest of moans as skin is offered, expelled in warm breath over his throat, tongue reaching to just grace his skin (..to taste of god..) before continuing..::
"I watched through the window first, conversation was slightly distorted - though they made no attempt to keep their voice down. She said he confused her, he asked how... she knows the stories of Dancers - and said he was too nice. He made dancing seem as if it were... how did she put it.. a Tango, rather then a horrible rite. He said he trusted her, and she could trust him as well - all while kissing, loveydovey like on the couch. There was no lust, no passion, no... nothing that would speak to me of a true Dancer, a true god worthy of the Father."
::as My deity::
"She is eager - he told her to dance the first circle was to confront inner demons, and that he would await her with loving arms on the other side. She mentioned nightmares - he assured here there were no such things."
::her brow furrows again, slightly::
"I am unsure if he leads her on or believes his lies - but he swears that any who would attmept to hurt her would die. That the pack will adore her as he does, though insinuated they would suffer if they did not, as well."

careful consideration weights his quiet, attention rapt the lingered breath (warmth chilling licked skin

"His urge is Lies...... though I wonder how many he has made himself believe...... what else will you tell me"

::she smiles, soft... basking in his consideration, his acceptance of her work (..job well done..) and continues...::
"They deal in drugs, probably robbery - that much is obvious from the amount just laying around in the living room open for any to see who wished to peek in uncovered windows. They left for a few moments to deliver the drugs, I remained as they were coming back in time for pizza delivery. To get the jump on them would be too easy - he takes no care for security. Not only did he spout off about the Dance, and the pack, to a Gaian, they had pizza delivered. I grabbed the delivery guy - I was hungry - and took his place. They still made no attempt to keep voices low - I could hear threw the door easily. She answered when I knocked and she is not so enamoured of him as he may think, for when I hit on her, she was more then willing. Had I made a move to take her then and there she would have. Pizza was 12 bucks, she gave me 20 with that promise in her eyes to call on me again - and not for Pizza, if you know what I mean."
::chuckles and flicks at his skin with her tongue again::
"I remained, undetected, outside the door and continued to evesdrop while they ate - nothing more or true importance was said. More lovey crap, before I came back here to report to you."
::A pause.. hopeful that she has done well...::

and now, soft (amused) laughter begins to skulk the darkness (something in the well-spun tale that tugs at him) fingers releasing her hair reward for the effort, no longer restraining her (him) from his (her) touch

"Do you know her tribe....."

::again, the soft moan as herhair is released and she instantly melts against him, lips pressed above pulse as she inhales deeply of his (insanity) scent... a shake of her head, slight...::
"they did not mention it. I could not acertain anything about her that would give it away. I gave her an intense once over at the door - no tattoos were visable, nothing that spoke of tribe..."
::disappointed she could not answer this, her voice soft almost mournful::
"I'm sorry.. I will return again and try to find out if you wish..."

"Sssccchhhhhhhh......"

crooned (the rattlesnake's warning) as talons comb through her hair (the beast that cradles and comforts the freak)

"You've done well. Malcom says she'll dance willingly but it sounds to me she's bored...... I wonder if I should check in..... as a brother in arms....."

::instantly relaxed under his praise, moaning softly as she lifts just a touch into talkons combing, her proud smile felt against his skin as heated breath spreads, following trail of caressing tongue::
"I could bring her to you. Catch her without Malcom and it would be no problem... I told her I would show her things he could only dream of - I could show her a true Dancer."
::fanatically loyal worship::

"Oh? And how did you tell her this....... without him hearing?"

idle curiosity to discover the pet's tricks

::she chuckles, softly::
"He heard - told her the beginning - the rest was not said allowed, but added comment for you. What she heard was blatent sexual reference, that I could make her feel as no other. I planted the seeds of doubt, without referring to the Dancers, or that I knew what was being planned. I said that her man was lucky, but that when she was bored to call upon me and I would show her things he never could dream of, I would rock her world. I am willing to bet she called the Pizza place looking for me already."

"Aaaahhhh...... clearer now..."

laughter thickening (rich) a part of the Galliard proud of her word games

"I think you should look for her, SnakeEyes, rock her world for me...... just for a 'friendly' visit. I want to see Malcom's progress...."

::she near writhes with the pleasure that rolls over her on the breath of his laughter, her nickname (..pet..) rumbled on rich voice striking a chord of delight (..desire..) dep within::
"I will do so, Asher. I could bring her here without a problem.. I am certain of it."

the smile sneaks across his lips again, arm finally lifting to grant her gaze of mismatched eyes

"You do that...... SnakeEyes..... keep making me proud, hm?"

::He is proud of her. The knowledge coupled with the mismatched gaze as she lifts her head brings a flush under her skin (...burn...) and a soft smile. Fingers lift to caress over his jaw, her voice soft.::
"It is my joy to serve you, Sir."
::Master, Deity, Savior, lover. Desire clear in her gaze, the heat of her skin, the (writhed under steadily chewed through leather 'oh for christ sakes - fuck her and get it over with.')::

the smile birthed beneath the soft touch mirrors the tenderness (madness)

"Good..... then you will remain happy."

a moment, then the warmth is once again replaced by chill, lean body rising from the bed

::she smiles, softly - and dares a brush of her lips across his, before the chill is felt as he rises. She rolls to her back (so willing...) and watches him through single eye before asking softly (hiding disappointment - perhaps she did not please him as much as she could have. Where did she fail?)::
"You will not stay tonight?"
::Lonely nights hated - Perhaps she did fail him then.....::

softly

"No."

answering all she asks (perhaps the fault is not her own) the door locked (tight) behind him

::disappointment. Spurned affection crushing fragile girl who seeks only approval (...love...). Silence complete (even he has nothing to say) behind closed (tight) door.::

Posted by asher at August 14, 2002 12:00 AM
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