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Date Posted: 18:09:05 03/14/05 Mon
In reply to:
Deangelo
's message, "*purr* After Sabra's slam, flatter me some more, Max..." on 10:35:21 03/14/05 Mon
::emerald eyes are covered with pale alabaster veils as the distance between the two closes, the fem's slender frame relaxing beneath his hands. the contact between their lips, though brief, acts as a catalyst for a thousand feelings and thoughts, some welcome, some not. things like, "kissing is nice" and "boys are fun" ran through her mind, trivial and childish. "let's get out of here" came next, followed by "hotel room, anyone?". myriad others followed and preceded, too many thoughts for mere few seconds. unfortunately, all these thoughts ended up in one place. Zeth. no, dammit! not Zeth. anything but Zeth. here we are, with a handsome man right in front of us, and what do we do? we think about someone else. perfect.
and yet, that very same "someone else" was, at this very moment, locking lips with another woman in the next room. had the redhead known this, perhaps she'd be a little slower to be distracted from the present situation. yes, hypocrisy reigns free in this tangled web of love and conflict. did I just say love? I meant... like. I meant like.
luckily, years of practice (hundreds, to be exact) had allowed her to control her feelings and her reactions to these emotions are well hidden beneath their ivory facade. but as the kiss ends, and her green eyes once more open, perhaps they show more than they intend to. no one's perfect, right? and eyes are the windows to the soul. maybe she doesn't have a soul, but you get the idea. and no matter how hard she tries, mentally shaking herself to rid her mind of these thoughts, she cannot remove the picture of Zeth's face from her mind, cannot help feeling that it is not this particular vampire that she wants on the other side of that kiss. with a deep sigh that is not all from the kiss, the fatale rests her head on Deangelo's shoulder and just stands, trying to collect her thoughts. why could life never be easy?::
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