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Come With Me Behind the BoatHouse and I'll Show you My Dark Secret

Apr 23, 2009 00:34

Day: Slightly backdated. Day 33/34?
Characters: Orochimaru drbadtouch and Huey immortalstudies
Summary: Some unofficial ~therapy~ of sorts.
DAY/NIGHT & Time: Erm. Night.
Status: Closed// INCOMPLETE

( I can promise you,
You'll stay as beautiful,
With dark hair,
And soft skin...forever. )

† orochimaru, #place: therapy rooms, † huey laforet

Comments 7

immortalstudies April 24 2009, 01:11:55 UTC

Huey was, for the lack of a better word, almost excited. Excitement was not really a feeling that he did feel often, but the intensity of curiosity, the almost euphoria that spread within him with that dark, vicious flavour, couldn't be described as anything else but excitement, or something close to it. Orochimaru was a phenomenon; one of those men that you would only meet once in a lifetime, and he had an air about himself that supported this impression. He was notable. Everything in his bearing, and moreso in that dark, twisted, inhuman air about him, demanded to be noticed. No, not demanded - it had to be noticed, couldn't be easily forgotten, made an impression. And to a scientist, a man like Huey, with that cold, controlling love for humans and their behaviour, even more so ( ... )

drbadtouch April 26 2009, 05:10:46 UTC

Orochimaru glanced up from where he was sitting in a large, high backed chair, his chin held high, and golden eyes shining in the slight dimness of the room. Yes, Huey, this man that he had only met once, and so very briefly. This was someone that he'd decided was worthy of his glance, and he nodded, gesturing the other further inside ( ... )

immortalstudies April 26 2009, 18:46:20 UTC

Huey listened while Orochimaru spoke, standing calm, relaxed and straight where he had stopped. It was a joy watching Orochimaru. It put a smile in Huey's eyes, in the emptiness far behind his cold, dead yellow irises that let his pupils look small and focused in this light. Orochimaru coiled and struck like a snake - this was prominent in all of his presence. Even in his movements, there was something of that languid, narcissistic elegance that was done for show and for threat alike. It was an alarming sight in an actual snake, like a cobra displaying the pattern on its hood ( ... )

drbadtouch April 28 2009, 02:00:22 UTC

Orochimaru's posture grew more stiff as he sat up in his chair, noting how the other man did not move to do as he had offered. Golden eyes narrowed and he remained silent a moment. It wasn't every day that he met someone who seemed at least marginally eager to speak with him, but who did not take the things that had so easily offered. He was most certainly not accustomed to being denied ( ... )

immortalstudies April 28 2009, 02:28:24 UTC

There was movement. Just the small tension that the straightening in Orochimaru's pose brought, but it was movement, there was reaction. A cold gleam shone up momentarily in Huey's eyes as he watched with the calm, dispassionate patience of a predator. Orochimaru was, all things considered, not a man used to not being in power, as it seemed, and even though he was, Huey was curious. How would a man like him handle rejection, how would he handle an absence of fear ( ... )