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yogseul:

This close, he could feel WHATEVER it was more keenly, a calm, ever present vibration that seemed to rest within the stranger’s core, akin to static yet edged in a warmth so much softer than his own fire. NEW – it was new and Iseul was always hunting for surprises to dull the passage of years. The sheer DISMISSAL in his voice was enough to draw a chuckle from his lips, dark on amusement. ❝I did not ask what you were doing; I have EYES for that.❞ he responded in a purr, his grin widening. His fingers danced along the line of his hip, tracing upwards an inch before falling still once more. ❝You are neither death nor fire, but something different altogether. I’m only after some enlightenment.❞

what he WAS ? different, certainly, and as much as he ADORED the idea of it being OBVIOUS that he was special, he was CERTAIN this particular phrasing was not referring to visible matters. it was EASY to play the part of a mysterious stranger and DISAPPOINTING that he was feeling somewhat intrigued by it, despite the fact that he still thought it to seem like an ACT. a SCOFF was given at his words, and still he soon rested his arms loosely on the other’s shoulders. what a STRANGE question-- what he was. ❝ i’ve got NOTHING to tell you, ❝ he offered with a half-heartedy shrug. ❝ are YOU supposed to be something extravagant ? ❝

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yogseul:

So rarely was his curiosity truly PEAKED, accustomed as he was to the normality that was mortality. He knew the sensation of goblins after so long living WITH one, and now that peculiar sense of DEATH so prominent in their apartment. This was something more subtle and he chased after it, moving with little purpose through the crowd that moved and swayed around him, matching each twist and dip so that he barely brushed past, his gaze ever roving over each figure until it CAUGHT. Thinner, shorter in frame but no less alluring, that particular something clung to the dark haired stranger not far from him and Iseul pursued as if pulled, purpose found but no rush to his movements as he let the crowd carry him forward on their own. His eyes bright with interest and a smile something WICKED where it curled at the edge of his lips, he brushed his knuckles softly against the other’s hips, matching sway for sway when he leaned in close to whisper ❝What ARE you,❞ into his ear.

his powers were FAR less interesting than one might have thought. someone of his status was in no NEED to avert physical attacks. the swarms of people were protection akin a BODYGUARD and while his lack of one had been criticised in the past, he CONTINUED to disregard the comments directed at it. his movements were LAZY, to a degree, followed nearly instinctively by then but lacking enthusiasm he KNEW he could show if he WANTED to. his boredom was only threatened to be INFRINGED when a stranger seemed to approach, not the kind that was drunk enough to think they had a CHANCE, nor the one delusionally believing they were ENOUGH for him. he had his attention, for the MOMENT, even though he decided to keep his hands to himself a little longer. DARING, he thought his actions, even if his whispers was CONFUSING. ❝ dancing is what i am, ❝ he offered in a hum, making use of the proximity to keep himself from STRAINING his voice.

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yogseul:

Mortals were FASCINATING in a way Iseul couldn’t quite explain, drawn to them in droves and always one more comfortable in a crowd than outside it. It was why ( in part ) he was so drawn to places like clubs. Loud, vibrant places most often, he was free to take a seat somewhere and watch, occasionally even drawn into the thrall if an individual or group managed to capture his attention. Already one drink in and comfortable with the BUZZ of energy both around and within, Iseul was half tempted to write the night off as BORING when a new group joined the steady stream of newcomers, something strange like a gentle brush against his consciousness. It was enough to have his gaze rising from his mostly empty drink, gaze cast about the crowd curiously. He could feel it still, a soft THRUM unlike anything he had felt before.

With an sigh half mournful in weight, Iz abandoned his drink ( for once ) and slipped into the crowd instead, senses already on the HUNT.

for such a lively party, he certainly felt like EXCITEMENT came in short. there were plenty of glances sent his way ( the benefit of being a MODEL, he knew ) but few were returned in kind. still, his gaze kept WANDERING, scanning the crowd and, as things went on, continuously moving away from those that approached him, thinking to see a sense of the SAME in their eyes. did he need more followers ? ALWAYS. did they provide him the same amount of FUN someone truly interesting did ? far from it. he decided to stick with DANCING for the time being, moving to slip behind a few TALLER companions in hopes of at least ridding himself off those senseless, same looks for a few minutes.

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not only RICH at such a young age, but HANDSOME and INFAMOUS to boot. a life of glamour and fame was tailored perfectly, the crowds BEYOND pleasing and yet something he took for granted. clubs were a little DIFFERENT. he was still a PERSON, one who enjoyed booming music and proximity at times. nevertheless, he always arrived with a group of people, a group that consisted of leeching men and women that THANKFULLY knew not to bother him too much once he found himself enjoying a particular tune. this time around, they left him some space, enough to make eye-contact with one woman or another that briefly caught his interest--- but not INTRIGUED enough to move from his position just yet.

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