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Date Posted: 15:37:54 02/16/03 Sun
Author: Frozen Dreams
Subject: -now i see.
In reply to: Euripedes and Perseus 's message, "*The magic and the mystery*" on 19:37:48 02/13/03 Thu

more than intrigued now a small smirk crept across his features, perusing the situation and the emotional undercurrents. drifting his gaze backwards to land upon his partner in crime, he started, but took great care to hide the surprise lining his insides as he attempted to delve into the reasoning behind her unfair expression. it was undoubted that as soon as the events at hand were over and done with, the challenge, the child. that after all that he would have yet another enemy to face. remember that expression? keep your friends close and your enemies closer. those words exactly described the reasoning behind their queer partnership. the frozen dreamer and the venomous fatale shared a particular enimosity. a very peculiar bond. frozen dreams and the rest of the world, where there was another peculiar bond. and a less appealing enimosity. the world was not nearly so beautiful as the creature he was regarding presently. but, that pulchritude was marred by her unbecoming personality. too much of a whore, too little of an individual. too much of a stereotype. he need a non-conformist in order to be complemented, as opposities attract themselves. indded, she had swept him once. but their fires could not be combined to create any sort of controlable passion, whether for good or for bad.
indeed he could not wait until the point he no longer required her assitance, the point when he could be done with her forever.
meanwhile though, quite a drama was unfolding, still uncertain as to which role he played here he was beginning to pick up the pieces, her strange reaction to his violation, and the sudden burst of emotional energies from the young stallion. that connection had become all to obvious, and now, the opinion that the elder magic maker might not be so willing to accept this predicamant had made itself obvious. and now, he had a choice. perhaps, if he played the role of lover, perseus' apparant affections would earn him less of a punishment than if the foundings of a relationship were apparant. as to love the demoness from afar was not nearly so dangerous to the magician's loyalties, as a relationship would be. for it's difficult to betray secrets to closed ears.
or, or he could step bak and remove himself completely from the situation, and leave the undoubted fact as it was. the couple. opposite sides. for his own honour, the pallid brujo was quite perturbed at first, as this one was an enemy, but som many other uses for this relationship had presented themselves that he felt he no longer needed to feel threatened by a connection with the opposition.
so he allowed the smile to curve his lips, and he nodded imperceptibly to the fatale, he knew. he knew the secret. and for now he would play along. for now he would pretend. and he was a good actor too. and let it be known to her that he recognised he was the one doing a favor. let it be known to her that it would be her responsibility to make this up.
and so, whether she wished it or not, he re-initiated his presence, returning slyly to the placement he had ocupied seconds earlier, stepping beside the stygian phina, close enough to create an aura of affection, but not close enough that their dermises would brush, or commune in any way. as he still felt the rage as it radiated from her frame.

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[> place the last one before euripides spoke again. and this one can go after.. -- Frozen Dreams, 17:10:53 02/16/03 Sun [1]

quietly dissheveled the pallid brute kept his impassive facade, perhaps the expression had been so chiselled to his dial that it was insurmountable by any other. however, as the events lengthened, he calmed and returned to the normal egotistical disinterested idiot he always was. in having a slave himself, he understood the principles for a master - apprentice relationship. this one happened on an extra strict master. well aware that his position was not great in the other's views he withheld any snarky comments that prodded his psyche. he watched in a drawling lack of passion, amusing himself to watch the suffering. poor boy.
finally, remembering that he was to play the part of lover, he recalled quickly the reactions that should ensue, an anger making itself aparant behind the ebony windows, a smug that's right smothering his countenance. he almost caught himself hoping that aerial would remember the game and no look too traumatised. reigning the chuckle that threatened over his last though he reprocessed it. not traumatised. he hoped that she would look unaffected for if this stallion really was the girl's lover than she might be tempted to come to the rescue. no o, he was sure she was more intelligent than such.
burrying his pensees deep beneath the surface, he did what he was best at, playing a part. his ebony aigrete swung idly at his back, chancing to brush against his companion's hinds as well as his own. he allowed the appearance of smug satisfaction to remain fixed upon his visage while he turned his gaze to the elder. a frown rippled his brow, and was banished with the words he voiced, a sickly joviality haunted them.

come now, euripedes, surely you won't deny us to hear his miserable excuses?

cocking his pate to one side the beige demon inquired. perfectly dominating the role of the jealous bofriend. reminiscent of the over-conceited football-player who discovers the lower-classed student to have a crush on his sweetheart.


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