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Post by icefire on Jun 19, 2012 1:14:42 GMT -5
Ren glanced backwards, eyeing the dark streets with distaste. She really didn't want to pick her way back through the foggy streets having consumed a bit of wine. With the alcohol in her, she could likely mess up a hex and endanger herself somehow.
"So this is goodbye then, Luci?" Without letting him speak, she continued on. "Because it's rather brisk out, and I was wondering if I could perhaps crash here?" Ren ended with a mistakenly, or maybe not so, flirtatious smile, moving closer to him. She rubbed up against him slightly, pushing it off as naivety.
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Post by icefire on Jun 19, 2012 1:35:40 GMT -5
Lucifer was nearly bristling when Ren suggestively rubbed against him and passed it off as being naive, acting all innocent afterwards. His body was betraying him in his opposition to getting laid. This damned witch (literally) was a little minx. Jerking himself away, he shyly said, "I don't know...."
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Post by icefire on Jun 19, 2012 1:44:39 GMT -5
"Well, I could help you decide," Ren suddenly smiled suggestively, stepping around his outstretched arm and close up. She straightened the lapels of his jacket, grinning and looking up at him, as he was rather tall compared to Ren. "Need some help, Luci?"
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Post by icefire on Jun 19, 2012 1:52:22 GMT -5
Luci hurriedly straightened up his jacket and stepped inside. His flat was one room, but a huge room. It had a living room type area and a bed back behind it about 10 feet. The room was dark, and had a few small Victorian windows along the west wall. He looked back around at her, seeing as he had fled her at the doorway.
"The couch is all yours."
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Post by icefire on Jun 19, 2012 2:01:52 GMT -5
Ren laughed quietly, shutting the door behind her as she entered his flat. It was quite a nice place, a big one room sort of structure, with a bed tucked in the corner. When he quietly gave her permission to the couch, she sat on the edge of it, removing her shawl and tossing it on the couch.
She leaned backwards, falling onto the couch with a very uncharacteristic giggle from the wine. Ren stood up, making her way over to Lucifer, who had retreated over towards the bed. "That couch was comfortable, but let me try the bed."
Without being invited, and certainly without any remorse, she flopped down onto the bed, smirking at Luci. "Way more comfortable," She sighed, leaning back.
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Post by icefire on Jun 19, 2012 2:14:09 GMT -5
Lucifer was getting his sanity checked by this girl. When she flipped down next to him, it was really hard to control urges..... The alcohol he had earlier was enough to make him less controlled. He finally let go, and reached over to stroke her hair out of her face.
He was tired too, he also blamed that for his poor judgement. Ren was actually quite the looker. She had nice brown hair and striking gray eyes that illuminated her profile. He stroked a finger to put her hair behind her ear and suddenly realized what he was doing, withdrawing his hand as soon as it got there. He frowned at himself and turned over, so he wasn't facing Florence at all.
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Post by maya-bird on Feb 2, 2013 0:54:04 GMT -5
Ren let out an uncharacteristic giggle, and then rolled onto her back, staring at the ceiling. Lucifer had turned his back on her, and she couldn’t muster enough energy up to pursue. This man was certainly peculiar, Ren thought absentmindedly. Then again, so was she. Witchcraft was definitely a scarce trade, and branded the user as an outcast to the majority of society. When she wasn’t colorfully experimenting or dutifully searching for supplies, Ren’s mind was elsewhere. Completely ebullient with spite and consumed with a persistent ache of revenge, her ‘trials’ could get messy.
“Do you ever feel like killing?” Ren asked speculatively, stretching her arms out. “Has it ever wiggled into your brain and just stayed? It’s an itch.” She confirmed with a glance sideways at Lucifer’s back. When he didn't answer quickly, she laughed. It was a raucous sound, seemingly synonymous with a hyenas and twice as deadly.
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Post by icefire on Feb 2, 2013 1:06:58 GMT -5
Lucifer stared absentmindedly at the wall as his fingers traced out unseen patterns on the linen, "I've thought of killing."
He itched his arm with his hand, almost as if affected by this 'itch' she was talking about. Though that was a silly thought, because the itch was totally mental. He knew what she meant about the killing thing. His voice found it's way to his mouth for a second time, "Yes, yes I have thought about that."
It came out sounding dark.
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Post by maya-bird on Jun 24, 2013 11:55:58 GMT -5
“Don’t you ever…?” Ren trailed off, and then struggled to gain her composure. Alcohol was a bane, aiding in revealing her darkest thoughts to this complete stranger. As if she already didn’t have enough to worry about; she absentmindedly tugged at the gloves on her hands. These pentagrams had caused her more than enough trouble throughout the days, and she repressed a sigh. Why couldn't she simply practice her art without the constraints of a lucid society?
She narrowed her eyes and set to composing herself, taking a short breath and glancing at the man’s back. “I could do it.” She said, eyes trained at his back. “I could pull it off.” Her words probably chilled Lucifer, but she kept on talking nevertheless. “Taking a life.” An itch, no doubt. A pesky itch that favored the darkest of remedies, something that no sane individual could ever consider; but she wasn't completely sane, was she? Witchcraft was her practice, mastering the dark arts for her own use. Her sanity was definitely under consideration. And here she was, blabbering to this man—this man she wasn't sure she could even trust—about her homicidal tendencies. Way to make friends, Ren. A small smile formed on her lips, and she looked again at the ceiling.
“All it would take is a single thought. A single idea. Something beautiful could be formed.” A mastery of revenge against a ruthless society—beautiful. It would take more than her ideals to get this plan on the road. She looked expectantly at Lucifer’s back, waiting for a response.
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