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Author: Jun |
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Date Posted: Wed, Apr 06 2005, 19:19:15 In reply to: Gabriel 's message, ". lost ." on Wed, Apr 06 2005, 18:31:11 Even from across the vast sprawl of the upscale apartment, the soft cries fell upon well-satisfied ears though the lone figure sitting in the moody darkness made no move to rise. No, not yet. Enthroned confidently in the high-backed chair of velvet red, mahogany eyes cast cooly out the window over the evening city glitter, the male breathed a long, soft sigh, expelling the sweet toxin of the cigarette nestled light between elegant fingers. They said the catch was a good one, one with which he would be immensely satisfied and he smirked into the stillness of his solitude, patting the dying butt out in the ash tray on the table at his side. Well, he would be the judge of that. And now that the kidnappers were gone as was their routine -not kidnappers, as they understood the very real warnings in his caution against bringing him children- the wealthy predator could enjoy his evening entertainment. Rising at last, nonchalant and certainly in no hurry, he took the hallway to the last room on the far end of the interior, glancing over his reflection as he passed the hallway mirror. Tall, slender, dark-eyed, dark hair that curled delicately just at the nape of his neck, a bronze polish to his complexion, a proud tilt of his profile, and arched eyebrows of cynical elegance. But his interest, unlike so many of the startlingly beautiful, was not in his own reflection. Rather, the captured prize awaiting on the other side of the bedroom door, that was his focus and he twisted slender fingers around the door knob to make a quiet entrance though he was merely mortal and therefore his steps, though light, were not silent. Merely careful. Not for fear, but for soft sake of manners. And he closed the door with equal consideration for the comfort of the stranger, clasping his hands behind his back as he advanced into the room, expression gentle with a Mona Lisa suggestion of a smile, voice just as subtle. "Easy, my friend. Your kidnappers are gone." [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] |
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| . lost . | Gabriel | Wed, Apr 06 2005, 19:27:47 |
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