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“Your hand looks heavy. Let me hold it for you.”
“Aw, Carmilla –”
“How sweet of you. It’s not that heavy - I’m a big girl, I can carry this.”
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“Are you a magician? When I looked at you, everyone else disappeared.” “I’ve been feeling a little off today, but you definitely turned me on.” “Can I get a picture of you? I want to show my parents what my spouse looks like.” “Your hand looks heavy. Let me hold it for you.” “When God made you, he was showing off.” “Your lips look so lonely. Would they like to meet mine?” “What time do you have to go back to Heaven?” “Are you a camera? Every time I look at you, I smile.” “I might as well call you Google, because you have everything that I’m looking for.” “Nice pants. Can I test the zipper?” “I love every bone in your body. Especially mine.” “Are you made of Copper and Tellurium? Because you sure are CuTe.” “Would you like to have breakfast in bed tomorrow?” “Are you a thief? I think you just stole my heart.” “If I could change the alphabet, I’d put U and I together.” “Call life alert! I’ve fallen for you and I can’t get up.” “Do you have a name, or can I call you mine?” “I lost my teddy bear, can I sleep with you?” “Do you have a map? I keep getting lost in your eyes.” “Feel my shirt. You know what it’s made of? Date material.” “If you were a triangle, you’d be acute one.” “There’s something wrong with my phone. It doesn’t have your number in it.” “On a scale of 1 to 10: You’re a 9, and I’m the 1 you need.” “I lost my number. Can I have yours?” “Let’s play Titanic. You be the ocean, and I’ll go down on you.” “Did we have a class together? I could’ve sworn we had chemistry.” “Do you have a mirror in your pants? Because I can see myself in them.” “There are 21 letters in the alphabet, right? Oh, wait. I missed ‘U’, ‘R’, ‘A’, ‘Q’, ‘T’.” “If you stood in front of a mirror and held up 11 roses, you would see 12 of the most beautiful things in the world.” “Are you going to kiss me, or am I going to have to lie in my journal?” “I don’t have a library card, but can I check you out?” “You must be a broom, because you just swept me off your feet.” “Do you like KFC? Because you’re finger lickin’ good.” “What’s on the menu? Me-n-u.” “I’m no photographer, but I can picture us together.” “Is that a banana in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?” “You must be tired. You’ve been running through my mind all day long.”
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★—“You’re pretty easy on the eyes overall, I think it’s my curiosity that’s drawing me to you, you’re enigmatic and talk real smooth. Besides, that glint in your eyes isn’t so much cute as mesmerising… “
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[ Ω ]—— “You’ve got such a nice skin complexion! I wonder if vegetables helped you with that!” He doesn’t sound like he’s trying to flirt; it’s more of an impression he voices his own way, with the usual wide smile cracked over his face.
The brunette blinks before giving the man before her a small grin. Was he a child? He gave off that childish feel - it made her chuckle, just a bit. But it seemed genuine, of course, so she gave him that much.
“You’re too sweet,” She begins, placing her hands together.
“Thank you.”
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Carmilla roll her eyes and shook her head slowly. It would always throw her off remembering that to most onlookers she was merely an 18 year old (or early 20’s if she was lucky) in their eyes. "Oh, you’ll never believe what I have to go through. I’ve seen many things, experienced many things. Too many to count.“
"Young?” She let out a dry chuckle and shut her eyes for a moment. Other than the fact that she was reminded about that certain human again, was she seriously getting her usual spiel thrown right back at her? She wasn’t going to let that slide. But, she’ll save that for later. All in due time.
Carmilla raised a brow at her answer. It was her kind of answer. “I got to say, I like the way you speak, cinnabon. You speak very confidently and highly of yourself to place the two of us on the same level; though we barely know a thing about the other.”
She looks down.
“And no. I wouldn’t be mad at something so trivial.” She might have been a little worked up but she would never admit it.
Cinder watches the girl before her - pitiful. But it couldn’t be helped. She almost felt the girl, but quickly discarded those feelings. Placing her hands on her hips, she found herself chuckling.
Children.
“Sure I believe you, Carmilla.” Anyway.
“And oh good - I was almost worried. It doesn’t seem too trivial, you know? Don’t you feel invalidated?”
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It was in that moment that Maxwell closed his book. He clutched it carefully in his hands, cradling it like a baby, before shooting Cinder an almost hostile look.
“It’s none of your business, Miss Cinder!”
It was a sudden outburst, a strange outburst. One that seemed completely unnatural. But he glared with an almost hostile intent, seemingly as if all that attention and likability from earlier had just evaporated.
He was still staring, holding that book closer to him. In his mind… he could hear the whispers, pulling at his ears. They wanted something. But he couldn’t hear Them. Just what whispers that tried to reach him. But he could at least understand the intent.
Not yet. Still, he would have to keep it to himself.
Blinking, she quickly takes a step back. Did he - ? He did. She wasn’t offended, but intrigued. This book clearly meant quite a bit to the other. But she wasn’t nosey - she wouldn’t look into it. Cinder squints. She always knew there was something off about the man.
But she wasn’t expecting him to snap verbally.
After a moment if silence, she shuts her eyes and smiles, sighing shortly afterwards. A moment later, she opened them and looked to the other.
“Maxwell, that almost...provoked me. I don’t know why, but it did.”
“What is so special about that book?”
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“Sorry, but there’s only one person in this city I’d call extraordinary. You’re certainly something, but you don’t have quite the magic she does.”
It was not an insult of course. Not meant to bring her down. It was simply the truth; no matter how interesting she was, she could never match up with her. This woman didn’t have the air, the influence, and most of all, the power. It wasn’t just her, there was no one who could match her, not in Adachi’s eyes.
“In fact right now, I’d say you’re nothing.” he said, this time meaning to send insult. “You’ve got looks to you, and I’m sure that can pull some decent subordinates. But when it comes to real influence? You’re about as pulling as two south poled magnets. You think you can compete with the big leagues like this? You might have been a big shot back home, but here, you’ve got nothing to your name but a pretty face and some nice legs.
So how about we start getting you some?”
Following the barrage of insults and put downs, was a simple question. It wasn’t something like offering her a position in an organization, it wasn’t giving her a job to do. It was simply a question; did she want to gain a place in this world.
Cinder pulls her hand away, her smile fading. What a bold, bold man - telling her she was nothing. Something inside of her felt angry and violent. But she was a lady. And ladies knew better. She didn’t want to cause a scene, but the temptation was there. She was...bothered, if that was the appropriate word even.
If anything, it was safe to say she was indeed offended. The question was, however, would she act on it? She didn’t - instead, she listened to the man, looking for any reason as to shy she shouldn’t burn him there and then.
Unfortunately (and she hated to admit this), he was right in a way. And that angered her even more.
“You know..” She starts, looking down to her nails.
“You’re really bold - I’ll give you that. To go and say that as if it were nothing. I could kill you, you know, but where’s the fun in that? It doesn’t mean I’m not considering it.” She lowered her hand, folding her arms over her chest.
“You don’t understand how luck you are right now...but go on. I’m listening.”
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Hearing the woman’s answer, Carmilla couldn’t help but smile and let out a hardy chuckle.
“That’s it? You have got to be kidding me, darling. That’s nothing compared to what I’ve had to deal with.” After many years, she knew her way around a scrap and knew how the world worked in it’s many aspects. Even the more unfortunate and dastardly side. Nothing scared after all the hell she’s been through with Maman and at Silas.
“Sure, that’s what they all say. Except the big difference is that I actually know what I’m doing.” She states confidently. “If you have the audacity to question my worth what makes you so different?” She asks, flipping the question back around.
"And oh, pray tell, what have you had to deal with?” She questions the other, throwing her hands up. “You’re so young, dear. Far too young to deal with anything. But...I don’t doubt you.”
Cinder smirks.
“And nothing, dear Carmilla, Nothing at all - if anything, we could be the exact same. Of course, with a thought like that, denial could be in order.”
She pauses.
“You’re not mad at me, are you?”
wingheadcaptain:
★— “Just because I possess those traits, it doesn’t mean that I’m a doormat.” He said, a little more seriously this time. The lighter smile on his face still there, but a little more faded with how seriously he took the comment.
“There aren’t ENOUGH good guys, actually.”
Bringing a hand to her mouth, she finds herself chuckling at the other. Lowering her hand, she sighs, resting it upon her chest.
“Look at how serious you are. It’s so...” She stops herself.
“I agree, you know - there aren’t enough good guys out there. However, for myself, I prefer it that way. Tell me, why is there such a high value on good people such as yourself? Isn’t it boring? Tiring? Not everyone is good, despite how good they appear. And you, whoever you are, are not one of those good guys you aspire to be.”
Reaching out, she places a finger under his chin.
“What’s your secret?”
