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[not_his_best]

Who: Alpha and M'stra
Where: A Thai Restaurant
When: Noon; Sunday
Warnings: Uhh, apart from the creation of a very destructive partnership? None. ^^
Summary: Alpha meets his pre-determined Omega.
Format: Para/quick-para

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[martianmonster]

She'd have picked him out of a crowd in a second, nothing could quiet that cacophony of his brain to a telepath of M'stra's sensitivity and skill. She strode up the sidewalk toward him, her heeled shoes clicking, smiling as his eyes flicked over to her, then helplessly up and down her. Good to know she hadn't whipped up such a form-fitting dress for nothing. Bright red had always suited her.

"Alpha, how nice to see you here first." She purred, reaching out to touch his cheek. She stood a few inches taller than him in her heels but that suited her just fine.

[not_his_best]

And there she was. The goddess in an assumed human form. He had to wonder just what her true form looked like -- if there even was a true form or just one she preferred over all of the others. He couldn't help but admire her, and it was written openly on his face. His eyes closing at her touch, as though the touch alone brought him the sheerest pleasure. "Well, I'm not one to be late. Perhaps, occasionally fashionably-so. But in this case, no. I wouldn't miss it by even a few seconds..." his hand came up, plucking hers from his cheek just long enough to plant a kiss atop the surface of her skin. "The honor, however, is all mine."

He straightened and pulled open the door, holding it for her, "Shall we?" Alpha was amazingly docile. His personalities were moderately quiet, all understanding one thing -- awe. They were in awe. Not overstepping any boundaries, only understanding their place. Beneath her.

[martianmonster]

M'stra strode through the open door with a coy smile, picking them out a table without waiting for a waitress to seat them and sliding into the booth with an elegant sort of grace.

She waved a hand for Alpha to feel free to seat himself and folded her hands in front of her, elbows on the table, her dainty chin cradled in a hammock of her knit fingers.

"So my dear, since I already know quite a bit about you why don't we start this conversation with you. First, what would you like to drink? Second, what do you want to know about me?

[not_his_best]

He followed after her and once she found the table that was to her liking, Alpha slid opposite her. Casually, he took the menu, answering her question without thought, "Plum wine. It appeals to my tastes at the moment." And then his eyes lifted to her, halting their search of the list of foods. Everything. What didn't he want to know, would be more of the question to ask...but even that may have taken a while for him to ask. Would she go for a guy like me? -- a guy like YOU, or all of us? -- Neither. She would go for neither. And we could not ask her to. -- why not? --Because a lover cannot choose a goddess, a goddess chooses a lover. It's simple logic. Why do you not understand? -- Why do you thrive on disappointing me?

Alpha closed his eyes for a moment, and then canted his head, "You spoke of genocide. You spoke of destruction and death and sceaming -- oh yes, the screaming -- what is your plan for this city? Obviously there are those that oppose you, but are they from your time -- former enemies that need to be destroyed so that