nothing gold can stay

Nature's first green is gold. Nothing gold can stay. { Tharin Vogt : β }

[tkominseok]

Duality | & rin

Perhaps it was the sound of the summer rain that drew him out of the house. The trickling sound of droplets falling into the garden outside his window or perhaps it was the flash of lightning chased by the a loud crackle of thunder. It had been a long time since Leo had stopped to really enjoy a summer storm. Rousing from his bed, he had pushed back the window to take in the fresh scent of wetness and summer as he could characterize them.

It wasn’t long before he was pulling on his shoes and grabbing a coat with a hood; although he wouldn’t really wear it as he wanted down familiar streets. It was probably a mistake though to take a walk on this night. It had been to long since he had fed and was already moving more sluggishly than normal. Each human he passed left him with a watering mouth and struggling to keep his head down and his teeth to himself. He figured he would turn another block before choosing a victim for his nightly meal and then return to home to sleep all of this off. But Leo should have known better because his plans rarely come to fruition.

[ddxrin-blog]

for the nth time that month, rin found himself stuck in seoul with not enough energy to go back to the province until tomorrow. (thank god once again for the existence of 24-hour cafes -- and friends that lived nearby.) a pamphlet for apartments was tucked in between the pages of his notes, and they were, in turn, held in his arms, his bag too full (and perhaps too heavy, for a normal human male) of books and his laptop and so many other things that he struggled to pull his phone out of his pocket to make a note to clean out its contents.

he would’ve finished taking that note down, too, if it hadn’t been for the scent that wafted towards him -- an undertone of something that smelled faintly dead in a season that still suffered the sense of life brought about by spring.

but he looked up too late, and ended up running into the source.

another note that he should take down: watch where you’re going.

“oh, i am so sorry,” he apologised quickly, and automatically, holding onto his notebooks even tighter while at the same time attempting to pull the strap of his bag further up his shoulder (a task that was almost impossible, if it hadn’t been for his strength). “a-are you okay?”

[rwxcara-blog]

It’s a nice shot to her ego to hear the sound the comes from his lips. Lilith had always considered herself above expertise at invoking whatever she desired from another. But on this particular male she was even more pleased. As to why? Well she didn’t think much of it. She is however thinking of the way he captures her attention so easily with his ministrations, a rush of desire going right to her toes. A soft groan is given in response to the fingers gripping her probably now tangled strands, nails digging into fabric as silent encouragement.

And then he’s at her neck again and she’s feeling a whimper build up in her chest but she suppresses it, wanting more instead of him driving her to complete madness with lingering touches alone. Alas, her suppression reaches it’s endpoint with each fleeting instant, and an impatient whine take’s its place. Saying nothing, her restless fingertips reach for the button of his pants, flicking them open easily. 

With appetent Lilith came her slightly commandeering tendencies, but she distracts from her intentions with her bringing his lips back up to her own. One hand remaining in his hair, the other is slipping inside his jeans, brushing against the waistline of his underwear. Effectively regaining control for a limited second in time, the vampiress lets a question amble from her mouth as she shifts her attentions to the line of his jaw.

“So, Tharin..” His full name is accompanied with a fanged grin. “What would you like? Since this is about you, of course..” She coo’s as she tentatively drags her tongue across his skin. The fingers below begin to tiptoe south, ever soft. 

[ddxrin-blog]

his veins feel like they’re on fire. he wonders if it’s possible to catch on fire from a kiss, or from so many. every part of him is aflame and this is how he tries to put it out. clothes are quickly becoming something he abhors, and he internally curses the fact that he even wore any, or at least lasted this long with them on. 

lilith was the name of the devil that words in the bible could never justify. lilith was the name of the seductress that teased the darker parts of him he had wanted to bury.

rin wants his hands around her neck. rin wants his fingers in lilith’s mouth, wants his hands pulling her knees apart and his wet fingers prying her open. he wants the inside of her thighs to be rubbed so raw by the pads of his fingers and his tongue, wants there to be patches of purple and simmering red that it’ll hurt for her to have them closed.

no one ever said tharin vogt, with all his brightness, can’t hold even darker shadows.

something rumbles from the back of his throat; makes his chest shudder with the sound. forest green eyes, hidden behind closed lids, have turned the colour of a forest fire. the hand at the base of her spine travels upwards, finds the clasp of her undergarment, and so shakily unclasps it. 

“your mouth.” he turns his head just so, has his words by her ear. he inhales again, like he hasn’t gotten enough already, like he never will again. “too much talking, petal.” his hand traces her ribs under her top, brushes along soft curves and warm flesh. “not enough doing.”

[musiccalling]

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[rwxcara-blog]

There’s a sound of appreciation that comes from her throat at his fingers in her hair, which is promptly swallowed by his lips on her. Finally. Her hands promptly move to grasp the collar of his shirt, and maybe it’s because it’s been a little longer then she’d like to admit, but she can’t help the slight tingle of desperation that runs down her spine. Pressing down into his lap with purpose, she gives a small roll of her hips hoping to incite some sort of response. 

Digits move to entangle themselves in his hair, and she’s finding herself slightly winded, even for a vampire. Well, he wasn’t any ordinary human after all. Briefly she wonders if there would be any backlash for their little rendezvous, but then she realizes she simply doesn’t care whatsoever. She pulls from his kiss, though remains in the same position, breathing only faintly heavier then before. “I do hope you have a little more in store then just this.” She adds tauntingly, nipping his lower lip none too gently.

[ddxrin-blog]

desire makes him shudder. it feels like a million volts running across his skin, seeping into his veins and tickling his greed, his gluttonous need for flesh. suffice to say, he’s never been adventurous when it came to these sorts of things. heat cycles were usually spent on his own – by the end of which he’s exhausted enough tissues to wipe the forest, and eaten all the food in a pantry and refrigerator he would purposely fill. it’s not often that this seemingly-insatiable want is fulfilled by someone else.

it must be no surprise that, as the wall of self-control he’s so precariously built starts to fall, something much more carnal lies in wait. he does not heed the protests by his lungs when his arousal heightens, and he gives a little groan at how she moves over him – even more so at the thought that this could be much easier without any clothes on.

he does not grace her teasing statement with an intelligible answer – only a frustrated muttering, before he kisses her again. his tongue only delves past her lips momentarily, the smooth muscle running over the sharp protrusions in her mouth, before he pulls away. but his own is relentless, and starved of the taste of flesh.

he tugs at her hair even harder, lips finding her pulse, first. her scent renders him short of breath, but he is only further entranced, his teeth nipping at skin covering that particular vein before kissing it again. and so the cycle continues, along her neck, and further where her skin is exposed. the hand on her hip travels upwards, under her shirt, and begins to draw patterns along the base of her spine with his index.

he continues to be a body of pure action, this scholar of words robbed of the one thing that he believes is his only tether to humanity. he is only now able to let out appreciative hums as he takes every shred of pleasure that she is willing to offer.

[ihaveapoosi]

[rwxcara-blog]

She gives a ‘hm’ fingers moving to brush down his chest, but she halts at his touch. Lilith was well practiced in the art of composure, but her lips still part in a short exhale. It was a little known fact that she had one spot that more sensitive then the others- and that was her neck. Chills arise on her skin, partially lidded eyes sparing a glance toward him as he questioned her. For a moment she tilts her head, locks of hair falling over her shoulder as she gives one affirmative nod. 

“I never regret my choices, as they are entirely mine.” She murmurs, sneaking her wandering hands underneath his shirt, curling them in the waistband of his jeans. “It would be preferable, however, if you would.. stop taking your time, Rin.” Her thighs tighten around his own, and she’s bending forward so their lips are merely a few inches apart. 

“My mind was set the moment you walked through the door today.”

[ddxrin-blog]

this will not be the point in which the good tharin vogt that everyone know would cease to exist. at least, he hopes it isn’t. somewhere, under the haze of barely-contained frustration and lust-induced anger, tharin thinks that this part of him that is genuinely good and gentle still exists. somewhere underneath the hunger, that tharin is still holding on.

his grip tightens in her hair when her face nears, and instead of growling – he’s been a wolf for far too long – he chooses to end any and all delays of the inevitable outcome by pressing his mouth against her own.

rin kisses her and he can feel his good little wolf boy facade crumble even faster; ironic how such soft lips can break such a solid act. his hunger does not settle for a taste, and tharin’s tongue dares venture past that softness, to attend to his own greed. the hand on her thigh, daring on its own, travels to her hips, brings her closer if that is possible at this point. actions speak louder than words because they don’t contain pretense, and with his hips, shifting again, are speaking volumes, if his strained jeans aren’t doing enough of the talking.

how’s this for taking my time?

[rwxcara-blog]

“My dear, I am not trying to be funny, nor am I joking.” She murmurs, eyes watching him with intent. Of course there was denial, as if the prospect of her being interested in anything physical involving him was preposterous- but of course she was hellbent on proving him wrong. The fingers on her skin elicit a hum from her as she slides her palm over his, and she leans forward so she can rest her head against his shoulder. A seemingly innocent act if it weren’t for the way she guides his hand higher.

“Do you not want me?” She purrs, giving a small dramatic sigh. “Because I can’t say the same for myself. It’s not as if I don’t find you attractive. All I’m doing is trying to help.” Releasing her hold on him she then smirks again, fingers moving to splay across his shoulders as she pushed him back into the couch while straddling his lap with a satisfied grin. “Do I look joking now?”

[ddxrin-blog]

he allows her to guide his hand, as if it had been lost or misplaced. his own skin felt like it was on fire; so much so that hers felt almost cold in comparison. there was a haze that began to fill his skull, and it took a considerable amount of self-control to dig his fingers into the denim covering her thigh, harshly enough that, on a normal person, would surely leave bruises. and oh, if she continues to press on with this particular endeavour, experience told him that there would be plenty.

his answer is caught in his throat, and his other hand finds itself at her waist when she takes her place above him. green eyes remain trained on the vampire, the seductress, and the wolf in him has had quite enough of the stale warmth of a flame that he lights on his own. someone else has to throw the match.

"no," he tells her behind clenched teeth, a rigid jaw and an even harsher grip tell-tale signs of him desperately holding onto any semblance of self-control. the happy, sunshine act he'd been putting up begins to crumble the longer she remains within his proximity. his thumb disobeys his better self, slackens its grip and massages the inside of her thigh. his hips shift slightly, garments becoming uncomfortable. his palm leaves her side, the free hand reaching for the back of her neck in order to allow his digits to thread between her tresses -- and tug on them lightly. forest green irises roam the expanse of her neck, and travel even lower, before coming up to meet her own again. "are you sure you aren't going to regret this?"

[xddxtakuya-blog-blog]

subtly ;;

[xddxtakuya-blog-blog]

Takuya felt it. Everything suddenly became very quiet, all eyes turned to the male in the chair. The male wasn’t sure he heard right, but his eyes instantly went from the male to his boss. He watched as the male slowly lowered hims camera to look at the male before his eyes went to Takuya. It was in that moment, Takuya realized that everyone was looking at him.

“W-what?”

His eyes widened as the words replayed in his head. Vampire? He stared at Geoffry, his breathing started to increase, growing more frantic as it sunk in. 

Everything was making sense. Geoffry never had appointments before four, he never ate anything Takuya brought to him, Takuya never saw him drink the coffee even if the male ordered it and just his whole demeanor.

“Takuya, are you going to be alright?”

The voice caught him off guard, and he stepped backwards, tripping for a moment. He quickly turned his head to Rin then back to Geoffry, “He’s lying! Right?!”

Geoffry said something in French that went past Takuya’s ears. The male glanced at the male in the chair before throwing the notebook to the floor and running out of the room. 

This was a lie. It had to be. Geoffry couldn’t be a vampire. Geoffry was the one person Takuya trusted.

[ddxrin-blog]

it didn’t take a genius to figure out that he shouldn’t have said anything. it was in the sudden silence, the sudden weight in the air none of them could seem to carry. he clamped his lips shut as he watched the scene unfold, one train wreck of an expression after another. takuya’s heart rate increased; the beat rang so loudly in his ears that he had to remind himself how to drown it out. 

then again, he hadn’t encountered anyone who reacted so violently towards the revelation of the supernatural -- unless they were in mortal danger. but given the situation, rin and the vampire could have laughed it off, passed it off as a joke. 

how could rin have known that takuya didn’t know something like that, though? takuya and his boss seemed close enough to have exchanged that sort of information -- among other things.

so when the male left, rin felt more or less at fault for it. yet this was not his issue to resolve, not really, not if he told himself it wasn’t. he wasn’t so foolish as to try and appease a distressed human and an equally distressed vampire. thus, he found the chair he’d been sitting on, and hummed nervously under his breath as he sat upon it cross-legged, wondering if there was any chance he would even get paid after all this. 

[rwxcara-blog]

The confirmation of what she already knew makes her bite back another smirk, though she does let a smooth chuckle slip passed her lips. “I know.” Lilith replies simply, as if she weren’t using the knowledge to her advantage. “I was getting a little warm. Must have been because of you.” Teasingly she gives a pout in response to his suggestion.

“But I am wearing something, aren’t I?” She asks, motioning to the shirt with a ‘duh’ expression on her face. Fingers diligently tap against his clothed skin, inching their way up as she speaks. “Now I did say I was willing to help you out. Don’t tell me you’re going to reject me.. that would be so mean.” Allowing him a moment of reprieve, she removes her palm to hook under his chin, turning his gaze so they’re eye to eye. “And I’m not fond of mean people.” 

Hand dropping she leans back, draping one of her legs over his knee with a seemingly innocent smile. “Did I mention you flush a lovely shade of red?” She’s cheeky, much to cheeky for her own good more then likely. But it doesn’t stop her or the way she nudges his other leg with her heel, raising a brow in wait.

[ddxrin-blog]

is it possible to die from repressed want? these are restraints she seems to be trying to break, and he admits that she’s doing a bang-up job of it. his eyes wander again towards her, to the little pout, to the mouth that moves so sinfully (and could be even more sinful when wrapped around his --). lilith knows what’s going on, but why is she egging him on like this? if this is a joke, then --

“this isn’t funny,” he mumbles, frowning a little, and turning away again. his teeth sink into his lower lip as his hands leave his knees, and his fingers brush against the skin of her leg. instead of settling there, and perhaps travelling upwards, they instead removed the fake spectacles from atop his nose and set them upon the table -- that way he won’t be inclined to break it. “lilith. stop joking around.”

something inside him growls in frustration, and he isn’t aware that a low rumble emanates from behind clenched teeth. he gets the courage to look at her again; the sight is dizzying, and although it probably isn’t a good idea, his palm alights on her knee, fingers digging into flesh to make sure that it doesn’t venture any further than that. “this isn’t a fun joke, you know. you’re the one being mean here.”

[mysharona1987]

So, here you are too foreign for home too foreign for here. never enough for both.”

Ijeoma Umebinyuo, Diaspora Blues (via mysharona1987)

[rwxcara-blog]

“Rin..” His name rolls off her tongue easily, a small chuckle following after. “Clearly something is bothering you.” Should she have been testing his limitations? Probably not. But, it was in he nature, and she couldn’t resist. Giving a gentle squeeze with her hand, she then pats his leg once more, rising to her feet. “I’ll get you some water.”

She disappears into the kitchen, running the faucet while a smirk sits on her lips. The female sheds her jacket, reaching for a glass to fill as she adjusts the tank top on her body. In all her lifetime, there was one thing that had remained constant in her personality, and that was testing boundaries. Of course, over the years she had learned how to manipulate others to her whims at the drop of a hat-

But there was nothing quite like watching someone .. come undone. Humming to herself, heels clicking across the hardwood, she rejoins Rin on the couch, placing the glass in front of him. “So, what has got you out of sorts?” She’s sitting much too close for his own comfort in that moment, leaning her cheek against her closed fist. Again, her fingers place themselves on his thigh (admittedly a little higher) thumb softly brushing over the fabric. “I’m all ears.”

[ddxrin-blog]

there is a moment before he finally looks up, and allows his muscles to relax once she had gone. the house is too full of her scent to fully be comfortable; it tickles at his cruel little tastes. rin had occasionally acted upon them, and the aftermath usually involved hasty escapes and mumbled apologies. the aftermath for the other party would definitely involve physical marks he would always regret seeing. to take a deep inhale now, as his body so demands, would entertain the lack of concern what would happen in the distant future, and encourage a more tunnel vision-like mentality about instant gratification. even if she isn’t in the room, the feeling of her hand continues to linger where she’d touched; his nose can still (faintly) pick up the source, truly standing in the kitchen and fetching him water as she’d said.

he really should’ve just kept to himself.  he should’ve done many, many things but this.

so rin turns sharply once she enters his excruciatingly-near vicinity again, and -- suffice to say, he should’ve just kept his eyes on the glass of water she’s holding. as soon as it lands in front of him, he reaches for it immediately, although nothing can really quench the kind of hunger that made his soul itself shudder. he tries not to choke when she touches him again, and his mouth moves before he can tell it not to. 

“heat,” he blurts out, and the second he does, a flood of colour rushes under the skin of his cheeks. his lips form a tight line and he sets the now-empty glass where it had been. “i -- really -- i mean -- if you -- didn’t you wear a jacket earlier?” his tone is incredulous, accusatory. if her goal is to drive him into a corner, then she’s succeeding, but why she would do so is beyond him. she’s given no indication of wanting to in the first place -- why start now, of all the times to do so? his brow furrows, more so out of an attempt to keep those unrelenting, unsavoury thoughts out of his head, empowered as they are by the amount of skin he can see. he looks away again. “you should -- wear -- something.”

[rwxcara-blog]

Oh yes, she was relatively sure of what was going on. And it only made her inwardly grin like the little shit she was. A look of almost concern comes onto her features, a hand moving to rest on his thigh as she tilts her head. “You’re sure? I wouldn’t want to keep you if you’re not feeling well. Would you like some water?”

The female had knowledge of what werewolves went through, her years on the planet had ensured that. However when it came to Rin, the innocent boy seemed to only have one interest: books. So to see him distraught (though he tried to hide it) over something.. Was quite amusing.

She bites down on her lip, waiting for him to answer her question. “I would be more then willing.. To help you if you need it.” A small smile sits on her lips, though if one were to look close enough there was nothing but mischief in her dark orbs. If anyone knew how to play it was Lilith.

[ddxrin-blog]

he tried to distract himself, incur images of things that would dissuade his thoughts from going down the track that it was hurtling down into, but his brain decided to stop working the moment she opened her mouth to say anything. something in his chest tightened at the mere thought of all the things he could --

rin shook his head, kept his gaze down, and attempted so valiantly to keep his breathing even and his head straight. words -- which took up most of what he usually cared about -- were now lost to him. his chest heaved from it, from the attempt to reassure her that he was fine and he really, really didn't need her touching him. or looking at him. or -- well, okay, maybe it was his own stupidity at fault for even coming close to her. christ, what kind of perfume did she --

"mm," was all he could manage, squirming lightly under her touch even though all she did was place a hand on his thigh. something so simple had let dangerous little imaginings trickle through the box in his head he'd stashed those away in, and that would inevitably lead into something he might not be able to control. "it's -- it's nothing. really. i'm totally -- fine. yep."

[rwxcara-blog]

If Lilith said she wasn’t put off by Rin’s behavior, she would be lying. What exactly was wrong with him that day? Well, she had a hunch. But.. it was just a hunch. One that she was more then ready to act on. If his fidgeting and constant neglect to lock eyes with her wasn’t a clue, his slightly racing heart was. 

 As she continues to read, her eyes flicker to his form next to her, sentence drawing to a halt. “Something wrong Rin?” Closing the book, the female turns her attention toward him, leaning her chin on her hand. “You’ve been acting weird ever since you arrived.” Running her tongue over her lower lip, she cocks a brow. 

“If you didn’t want to read today, you could’ve just said so.” 

[ddxrin-blog]

the mention of his name felt like a cube of ice had rolled down his spine. his hands, once relaxed upon his lap -- or as relaxed as they could be -- curled into fists, or attempted to, had they not been obstructed by his knees; instead his fingers dug into the fabric of his pants, over his joints to remind himself that his knees did exist, and hadn't melted at the mention of his name.

"nothing," he answered too quickly. he cautioned a sideways glanced and regretted it immediately, because he had just seen her tongue do something so sinful that he had to shut his eyes tightly and attempt to calm every instinct that told him to -- "i'm fine. i -- yeah. i'm totally -- just -- keep reading, it's -- it's okay --," he sounded more like he was reassuring himself than her, and at this point he was just desperate for something to calm him down. this was lilith; he wouldn't force himself on her, no. they were friends, for god's sake. lilith probably didn't even look at him in that kind of way. "i'm fine."

[ddxrin-blog]

ddxlilith

rin wasn't supposed to be here in the first place. 

he was supposed to be at home, nursing his own...problems...with what one might call 'home remedies', which involved his hand and a few other objects he would usually be too shy to name. if rin had been any less considerate and any smarter, he would’ve cancelled on a ‘reading session’, yet there he sat, trying to keep his hands to himself and his breathing to a minimum. it was the last day of his heat cycle and, really, he should have learned from previous experience. 

no longer was he leaning against her; his gaze was directed someplace (anyplace) else but her. he pinched his nose once -- twice -- oh god, what kind of enchanting voodoo magic scent was she wearing? and -- oh no -- he made the mistake of looking at her again. he sidled away from her some, and quickly turned away. (why did she have to wear that shade of lipstick -- had she always been wearing it?) 

on any normal day he would’ve interrupted her reading, and now would have been a very, very good time to before his imagination wandered. but he’d always been so polite and considerate that he didn’t want to seem rude and blurt out something along the lines of: i can’t wait to hear you scream my name.

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

My soul itself may be straight and good; ah, but my heart, my bent-over blood, all the distortions that hurt me inside— it buckles under these things.

Rainer Maria Rilke, from Selected Poems (via regulusblacking)

[xddxtakuya-blog-blog]

subtly ;;

[xddxtakuya-blog-blog]

Takuya waited for some sort of reply, but he didn’t get one, so he just back away.He had no idea what he was saying, but he was just doing what he figured that was what Geoffry would have wanted. He had been working for Geoffry for six years now. He listened and watched and he knew what the male didn’t like and what he did. 

As Rin started to pose, Geoffry started taking pictures. Instantly, his annoyance was changed to bliss. He was far happier now that the other was going along with everything. “That’s it. Keep it going,” Geoffry ordered as he switched the way he held the camera different ways and moving to get different angles.

The human smiled by the computer, his hands moving to each of the pictures, checking how everything looked. It was all coming out perfectly, he thought. Geoffry would be really happy where he saw the final products. He’s not sure which ones Geoffry would pick, but he had a few ideas. The other was doing well now that he was getting a hold of everything.

[ddxrin-blog]

rin turned his head to the side, hardened his jaw.

flash: give me sexy. flash: give me undressing you in my mind's eye. flash: give me pure, unbridled heat, simmering under your clothes and making it unbearable to breathe.

occasionally, someone would come and fix his hair, or ruin it. the smell of hairspray made him scrunch up his nose some. the chair, too, was discarded, and he was instructed to lean against the white canvas behind him, which he did without question, first standing up, then sitting down. there was something fluid in the way he ran his fingers through his hair, pretended to walk forward with intent, tugged at his tie and the top button of his shirt.

the muscles of his face began to feel rigid, and so before another shot was taken he put his hand up, the other massaging his cheeks. "sorry, sorry," he said with a slight chuckle, grinning and pulling a straight face and grinning again to make sure that his face didn't remain that way. "can we take a break? or am i not supposed to ask vampires that sort of thing?" he asked jokingly.

[ddxrin-blog]

` city of culture ;

[ddxaurora-deactivated20150910]

     She had strange people coming through her store’s doors, yes. It wasn’t uncommon for her to have people who had no intention to get married, at least in a near future, either on her store. In fact, she could proudly say that she already came across with a lot of odd people during her time as owner of a bridal boutique. Yet this was the first time that someone had entered this place guided by nothing but…well, she didn’t know how to name it either. His blue hair and casual clothing didn’t fit the environment, and she feared that the ice cream he was eating would fall onto the dresses she had in store and stain them. The endless list of thing with which she had to worry about just got a little longer…

     “You entered here without knowing where you were going?” The situation was as unreal as it was amusing. Aurora craned her head to the side, looking at him while a smile adorned her lips and lightened up her features. “What guided you, your nose?” A chuckle escaped. Tucking a blonde lock behind her hair, she looked behind her only to see one of her employees begging her to come back to the room. She turned to the blue haired male, hands clasped over her belly, and answered to his questions. “You’re on White Camellia, a bridal boutique.” At the mention that her work seemed a lot of fun, the blonde cracked a laughter. She both agreed and disagreed with him. “Yes, it’s a lot of fun.” Most of the times at least.

     She’d love to keep talking with him about what she did and what she did not, but work in the shape of another employee of hers called her. Throwing the plastic cup onto the bin, she turned to say farewell to the young man but a better idea came to her mind. “If you finish eating your ice cream in two seconds, I can show you what I do.”

[ddxrin-blog]

his eyes wandered from the pristine surfaces, glistening and smelling faintly of cleaning products. the scent of other people was too recognisable, all sweat and other smells that could not confuse his olfactory senses. humans smelled different. they were all dressed-up meat, all aromas, and other prey was much more natural. he preferred the latter; his father had told him to appreciate them, after all. before he became a wolf pup he was a child, and as a child he was taught how to hunt animals. how ironic that he would be one, too, all deep breaths and the taste of sugar keeping him from focusing on the stomach that hungered for something far more substantial.

to her question he gave a smile, gaze once again returning to her -- also human, he gathered, although...his nose did detect a hint of silver somewhere. yet he wasn't alarmed in the least, and instead had his teeth clamp down onto the wooden popsicle stick in order to take the last bit of ice cream into his mouth. he licked his lips as she continued to talk, checking to make sure that not one dropped spilled onto the floor of this boutique, before looking up again at her offer.

"mm, sure!" the red-tinged stick was waved around lightly, triumphantly, and with expert aim it was thrown in the air and landed perfectly in the bin. the rest of the flavour was sucked off of his fingers, which he promptly wiped on his pants. "i'm not keeping you from anything, am i?"