Is that an invitation for this poor man? [Amusement laces his tone, which disgusts him as much as it doesn't surprise him. For a woman like that, even if he wasn't feeling... uncomfortable, why.... he'd be leading up to this anyway.]
[She's not particularly fond of her true name, doesn't consider it as such, but she's been working toward tolerating it. It seems appropriate now, and she's not sure just why.
Teasing is all part of the troll game to her, but more than half the time it stops right there. She really just likes to flaunt herself and watch them flail, most times.
Apparently not today. And she's never even met this man.]
Do you? What if I don't believe you? Would you prove that knowledge~
[And she's staring, now, fingers tracing the scarlet sygil at her breast and pressing there as she speaks.]
[He's watching her with an old, betraying eagerness. More than he'd show, most of the time, but now with desire working on overdrive, he can't quite keep his own expressions in check. Wanton. His fingers fiddle with the last few buttons on his shirt.]
If it is, you'll find me flattered and quite willing.
[ooc: I am just coming off a slowatusthing, and god I would love to log but I don't want to be slow and disappointing and /sobs into hands. If that's an issue we might be better off handwaving and discussing via IM. BUT IF THAT IS NOT A PROBLEM, WELL THEN. I am also open!]
Ohh, I'm sorry about that, I didn't realize! If I minded slowness I would be the hypocrite to end all hypocrites trust me on that asgdkj so it's cool! Er, no pressure either way though, my AIM's twosquaredthree if you want to discuss first.
I would totally be up for discussing. I'll be on AIM sometime after 630pm EST this eve SN: illusoryglass - feel free to poke me if I don't IM you first! XD
[She wonders if he will indeed hurry, or if he'll come at all.
What? Really?
Laughter then, because it would be ridiculous of him not to, yet the idea of it sets a knot to twisting beneath her chest, and when she tries to smile (reflexively, of course) she's swallowing dry air.
There's tension underneath her fingertips as she taps the tile (it's new, no longer bloodstained and no shadows today. Just this.) looks down, blinks and retracts her blades. What the hell is self control right now?
Not in her vocabulary because she's suddenly reaching for the door. If he won't come to her, she'll find him.]
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[...being tempted to kill people? Problem. These feelings? Not ...so much of a problem. Yet.]
Are you still unwell or just too warm?
[She briefly considers the addition of a partially undone shirt and a tie to her growing collection of costumes. If it looks this good on--]
Who are you, anyway?
[--him, surely it'll look better on her, right?]
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[He straightens a bit in his chair, manages a smile.]
I'm Raphael. And a lovely woman like you would be...?
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So you're hot, then. [Her smile remains.] Perhaps if you got out of those clothes. [May as well finish undressing, right? She would!]
Lust.
And flattered, of course.
[Nah. She knows she's lovely. But still, the flattery? It's very, very appreciate. Nice to hear out loud now and then.]
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Lust. I know that better than most, my dear.
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Teasing is all part of the troll game to her, but more than half the time it stops right there. She really just likes to flaunt herself and watch them flail, most times.
Apparently not today. And she's never even met this man.]
Do you? What if I don't believe you? Would you prove that knowledge~
[And she's staring, now, fingers tracing the scarlet sygil at her breast and pressing there as she speaks.]
And if it is an invitation?
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[He's watching her with an old, betraying eagerness. More than he'd show, most of the time, but now with desire working on overdrive, he can't quite keep his own expressions in check. Wanton. His fingers fiddle with the last few buttons on his shirt.]
If it is, you'll find me flattered and quite willing.
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[If she can tear her gaze away from the Forge.]
I believe that's what's called a win-win situation.
[Her smile has turned into something both predatory and promising.]
Where are you?
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Now, why don't I come to you instead? I'd hate to cause you any trouble.
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Come to me then.
[Forever grinning as she provides directions to her flat. And purring this into the screen with a sigh:]
You should hurry.
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[Satiation. He can practically feel it already. For a woman like her it won't take long. Won't take long at all.]
(OOC: Do you want to log or discuss or handwave? I'm open!)
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What? Really?
Laughter then, because it would be ridiculous of him not to, yet the idea of it sets a knot to twisting beneath her chest, and when she tries to smile (reflexively, of course) she's swallowing dry air.
There's tension underneath her fingertips as she taps the tile (it's new, no longer bloodstained and no shadows today. Just this.) looks down, blinks and retracts her blades. What the hell is self control right now?
Not in her vocabulary because she's suddenly reaching for the door. If he won't come to her, she'll find him.]
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