[AnOTP] for Favrielle

[sandman_slim]

What's this? Stark sat on the porch, one of his cigarrettes smoking away between his lips, as he flipped through a book. Reading? Him? Shock!

But still, he is reading and apparently it's even a book without pictures. Who knew? He's growing bored and restless again though and starting to think of ways to burn off energy.

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[a_roughsketch]

"Oh. It's you again." You sounds very accusing between Favrielle's lips, though many words sound harsh and criticizing when leaving her mouth. "May I ask what are you reading?"

She's wearing a light dress that follows the cut of the Roman togues, clasped on the shoulders and flowing freely under her breasts. The color is pale yellow, a color that goes perfecty with Favrielle's fiery hair.

[sandman_slim]

Stark leans back and looks at her, blowing a plume of smoke awaky from her out of habit. "Sorry to disappoint," he says with a snort. "And you may. I'm reading 'Loups-Garou' by ..." Here he glances at the cover. "K...Kyogoku." Yes, he butchered that name.

(real book. Good book.)

[a_roughsketch]

The title sounds somewhat familiar, or better said, the language does. Favrielle shrugs a shoulder. "Might be amusing," she decides. "You're quite a loner, am I right?"

[sandman_slim]

"It's about a serial killer." He chuckles. "Life's less complicated when you're not constantly worrying about someone else." He wasn't always a loner, but she's dead and gone now...

[a_roughsketch]

Favrielle doesn't really know what a serial killer is, so she'll skip that part of the interaction for now. "-- I see. But I'm not worrying - only seldom, and for very few people. Yet I am not a loner either. I don't really know. Usually I'm too busy to analyze myself or my acts."

[sandman_slim]

"Sometimes being too busy means you don't pay enough attention to the folks around you," he points out.

[a_roughsketch]

"I probably don't," she shrugs. "I see only the way they dress, and the way I would dress them, betimes. There are very few people worthy of more in my life -- or they were."

[sandman_slim]

He chuckles. "Then you probably hate me." Stark, of the ratty jeans and old, stained and torn t-shirts.

His boots are nice though, if scuffed.

[a_roughsketch]

"Hatred is a strong emotion, just like love. I couldn't feel it for someone I barely know, don't you think?" She does analyze him now, though, frowning just a bit. "It's nothing that can't be improved - though something tells me you wouldn't want it improved."

[sandman_slim]

"I'm really hard on clothes sweetheart," he says with a smirk. "Not that I don't want to look good, but it's a waste of time and effort to in my case."

[a_roughsketch]

"I could always help if you're up for it," she replies thoughtfully, her eyes searching his. "Though, if I know my eyes' worth, you'd look better without any," she adds shamelessly; she's D'Angeline.

[sandman_slim]

He smirk's. "I've got to admit... nobody's ever said that to me before. At least, not lately." You know, after the scars.

[a_roughsketch]

You're talking to a scarred woman, Stark. A scarred woman is generally less appreciated than a scarred man. Favrielle curls her lips in a smile at her turn - and now the scar? It's more visible. "They must have been blind - or not D'Angeline. Many of us claim we're the only ones who can really appreciate beauty, under all its forms."

[sandman_slim]

He knows he's talking to a scarred woman. And she's hot. Very, very hot.

"I don't think I've ever been called beautiful." He considers her. "But you get that all the time don't you?"

[a_roughsketch]

"I beg your pardon?" She looks around to find something to lean on, and she does so: sometimes, shelves are good for other things than supporting books, too. "Get what? That I'm beautiful?" Favrielle can't surpress a laughter. "Do you see this?" She touches her scar, lightly. "I got it because someone plotted against me - before it happened, I was indeed called beautiful. Not anymore."

[sandman_slim]

"That little thing? Yeah right. At the worst it brings attention to your mouth and that's gorgeous too. I don't even have any good features to draw attention to with mine." He chuckles and steps up closer, almost a challenge.

"Even before the scars I was an ugly son of a bitch."