[immediately starts off with a low groan. her voice, when it comes in, sounds decidedly more irish. and very, very annoyed. it's a little more high-pitched, and indignant.]
-on't want to marry King Nebuchadnezzar, Gran! He's old and stupid and smells bad because he's human. I'm only fifteen, and I've got the rest of forever before me. I can't run
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Babylon?
The young bride to marry King Nebuchadnezzar, no less. You must be a very special girl, indeed. Are you lost?
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I do understand to appreciate human emotion and the hunger for it. I would not mind sharing some of mine with you, but I would have you promise to not take too much. See, some current events has me needing to stay sharp and not too tired nor to numb. Understand?
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I'll be good, I promise. Thank you.
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veyr good. in that case, it is a gentleman's pleasure to aid a fine young lady. Where are you?
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[insert where she is idk]
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[He finds her, walks up to her calmly and bows; greeting the esteemed young lady with a small smile]
Miss Scatty, a pleasure of meeting you in person.
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[she blinks large green eyes at him and tilts her head upwards. she's kind of tiny okay.] You're taller than I thought you'd be.
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Yes, suppose that is the traditonal way to determine life.. and yet there are so many other forms of life out there as well. Anyhow, now... how do you feed, Miss Scatty?
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I need to touch you. But you probably won't like that-I'm very cold.
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I see.
[Raising his hands he takes off one glove and reaches out to offer her a 'helping' hand. Large and somewhat calloused hands, perfect skin just like her, and long nails; not claws but certainly slightly longer and sharper than perhaps usual. He smiles again as he speaks.]
I don't mind, I assure you. Please be gentle now Miss, and don't be greedy; and don't delve too deep where not invited. If you do, I cannot help but be angry.
[When she touches him, he is warm. He doesn't flinch in the slightest at her chill. He's equally warm on the inside. He's a collected man who knows how to wear a mask, but beneath that is a passion for life. This is a passionate man, or rather; demon. Passionate about many things -count all the sins and virtues there are, even! Also many worries and recent heartache; love and compassion and ( ... )
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Anger tastes bitter.
[ooc; lmao i forgot to mention-he needs to have an aura color. it can be anything except silver or gold (:]
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Sounds fitting.
[...Even if it never tasted bitter to him. As a demon, the negative emotions -especially in battle; the anger and pain of his competition or prey, could in fact be nothing short than invigorating.]
[ooc: Oh! Hmm, well.. everything about Sparda is demonic and... purple. So, aura in purples works I suppose. xD]
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Let's begin.
[he should feel a sort of pull, as if something is being slowly drawn out of him. his aura flickers for them both to see, a shimmering second-skin of purple and lilac shades. ribbons of the energy peel away from him, twining around their fingers before starting to curl up her arm. she shudders once. the strips of energy are absorbed into her skin at her elbow.
after just a few seconds, her eyes turn to flat, reflective disks, the same shade as his aura if he was in pain, he'd start to feel it flow away; even his fascination becomes dulled as she takes it in, drinking it like wine.]
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everything is going to her; the joy, the emotional pain, the ferociousness; it's flowing into her, giving her sustenance. she begins to speak, perhaps to keep his mind off the fact that he's slowly losing a part of who he is, at least for a little while.]
This makes me feel alive, you know. As if I were human. Gran says I should never detest what I am, and I don't. But it's nice to dream, even if I can't sleep.
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He watches her with a blank and stoic face as if in trance, which he indeed is. Possibly, he might have been somewhat distracted if his emotions weren't leaving him. As it is now, the cold warrior and the beast beneath the passion and swirl of emotion isn't easy to fool. And it's patience is about ended. His lips snarl pulls open to speak and his eyes begins to darken until the whites are black holes and the irises and pupils glow a hellish red.]
I told you girl, DO NOT be greedy.
[It is not a reminder, it is a stark serious warning; and if she doesn't heed it, she will be hit by the force of the demonic aura that is starting to grown from within him, crackling to the surface like a like fire. As it grows, the skin of the bared hand she is holding is also growing darker and thicker with the rising poser; nails lengthening like claws.]
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