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i've been here a time or two before

Aug 19, 2010 19:17

Who: Zelman & Dante
What: Same old, same old. Punching and mind probing, among other things.
When: Right the fuck now.
Where: Zelman's Mansion, in the privacy of the study.
Rating: R; potty mouth, idk domestic violence, mind probing. This could go anywhere.

( cause i'm a stubborn fuck who keeps coming back even though i am shit out of luck )

zelman clock, dante

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exanimatus August 20 2010, 06:41:52 UTC

Zelman can't imagine what Dante might find interesting about his study. He isn't exactly a heavy reader when he doesn't have to be. He hears the other's heartbeat staying in the same spot just long enough to be cause for concern, so he figures he might as well head on up and see what the half-demon is up to this time.

He wanders in with that bizarrely quiet step of his, the soft pad of bare feet against hardwood and marble. He's not wearing his hat at the moment, nor is he wearing his usual smirk when he notices that Dante's got his feet propped up on the table and that his notes were in his hands.

"What are you doing...?"

The sudden question fades off at the end as he realizes, with a sinking sort of metallic ring, that Dante's eyes had been skimming across the pages, back and forth, in a way that meant he was actually registering what he was looking at.

"You can read that?" he asks. Color him surprised, but he never would have thought that Dante would have salvaged enough braincells from his constant bouts of severe head trauma ( ... )

devilmarked August 20 2010, 07:03:42 UTC

There is no point in looking up when he hears (smells) the other come in, after all he is reading this one page which is… well interesting to say the least, because he knows the look Zelman is probably giving him right now. He knows the guy well enough by now (at least he hopes he does) to know the obviously not amused look he is probably getting for having his feet up on his desk and his hands on these notes.

It is as the second question leaves his mouth does the half-demon look up, looking very much like the kid who had just been caught with their hand in the cookie jar of something. So his takes his feet off the desk, looking from the pages to Zelman and back again. Oh, right… right, he didn’t know, of course he didn’t know, this isn’t something Dante likes to spray paint across walls in bright red paint after all. So he laughs a little, putting the paper back on the desk and leaning into the chair, hangs folding behind his head ( ... )

exanimatus August 21 2010, 02:26:26 UTC

There's an odd sort of pause as Zelman comes to a hideous realization. He crosses the room, reaches out to slam the papers out of Dante's hand and back onto the table, taking little note of what they were (anything, everything, it doesn't matter). He scowls, his fangs visible.

If Dante can read Latin, that means that he's been reading his private notes. Never mind that they were out on his desk in the first place (he didn't think--), he hadn't thought anyone in the mansion would have bothered coming in here, much less reading his things with any manner of comprehension. The bigger problem, though, the much larger, looming problem, was that all of his thoughts, his clever little bouts of "don't you dare" and "wouldn't that be nice" had been in clear display. He had thought he'd been so clever to mask everything like that, and now ( ... )

devilmarked August 21 2010, 06:04:04 UTC

Oh, he’s mad.

(--you’re so cute when you’re mad--)

No, just no, saying that out loud will only result in further abuse of his face, or other body parts. But, funnily enough, it’s true, at least Dante thinks Zelman’s anger and his rage is in some way or form adorable, which says a lot about what he finds cute and adorable. The very fact he hangs around the vampire is enough to say a lot about him and his choice in friends, not that he is going to openly call Zelman that, he still doesn’t know where the prick stands in that regard.

Still it’s not a train of thought he is going to entertain, not when a fists connects with his face sending both him and the chair toppling backwards. He could’ve blocked it, he could’ve dodged it (even if he did, the chair would’ve still fallen), but he didn’t feel like it… okay so that’s a lie and the truth is Zelman is pretty good at surprising him and he honestly was expecting the searing pain of flames and the smell of burning flesh ( ... )

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