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"I understand girly, but mysterious?" Eve asked with a raised brow. Did she radiate the feeling of having a somewhat dark secret already? No - that couldn’t be. She didn’t even think about it until now, since it wasn’t even worth the fuzz.
When he suddenly looked away she felt an indescribable cold twitch through her body - as if his stare had brought a comfortable warmth earlier, which now was gone. Eve bit her lip when she thought he wasn’t looking and also turned her attention to something else. ‘I’m flirting with you’ - the words echoed in her head for several times as she felt her cheeks blushing fast. For a short moment she looked up at him in positive shock.
Eve’s eyes skimmed the pages of the menu once more until the finally found the fish and chips. “Well okay, good idea. I’ll try.” She stuttered slightly embarassed at how fast he noticed her fear, but covered it up with a small giggle.
She shuffled a bit forward, leaned in closer and widened her eyes expectantly. Eve nodded along with his story like an excited child and formed a sad expression when he mentioned his stay in the hospital. “But your vision is affected there, isn’t it? And I’m pretty sure you have problems with bright lights there, huh?” She pouted sympathetically and shortly thought about reaching out to caress the back of his hand consolingly, but since that would’ve been a bit overdramatic, she decided not to. It shocked her deep inside how she desperately wanted to touch him - just feel his skin for once, but it seemed like no valid reason for a touch would want to appear. After a couple of seconds of thoughtful silence, Eve’s eyes started searching for the waitress to see if she was close enough to call her to their table.
David nodded with a flourish. "You're definitely mysterious. Look at you. Pretty girl, walking around London town with no destination, agreeing to go on big road trips with strangers. I could be dangerous. I could be a mass murderer, for all you know." He glanced at her hands, pale and thin, like his, only smaller. "Only I'm not, because I like people too much to kill them off. So you've got nothing to worry about."
He leaned back, his story being told. He barely, if ever, explained the reason for his strange eye truthfully. Untrue excuses included 'I got it in a bar fight' 'A lion attacked me', and, most notably, 'I'm in fact, dear, part-martian'. Today had been the first time he'd related an honest backstory for his escapades in high school. He had a notion that Eve could probably see through any of his lies if she tried, so naturally he was being exceptionally honest with her, which explained the rather bold line of, 'I'm flirting with you'.
He shifted his foot under the table, so the tip of his shoe was just barely touching the tip of hers. He blinked smugly, eyelashes hiding his blue eyes. He waved over the waitress and recalled their order. He glanced at Eve quickly before asking, "Would you like a drink?"
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She glances over as he's enjoying the fresh air, and takes advantage of his closed eyes to gawk in a way she wouldn't let herself do if he could see her. He's just so...gorgeous. Even in LA, the city gorged on gorgeous, he stands out. She averts her eyes just before he reopens his.
"What kind of music will be on this one? Soul? Funk? Rock?" She smiles impishly and adds, "I promise I won't tell!"
David crosses his arms across his chest and smiles into the sun. "It's going to be... Different. Different from anything I've done before. It's rock, and it's funky, super funky. And it has my soul in it. I put my soul into every album. It's going to be called Aladdin Sane."
He glances at her and grins back. "So tell me about yourself, Buffy. What do you like doing? Whereabouts do you live?"
guys, im sorry but i have a lot of work stacked up now, so i'll be going on a semi-hiatus. i won't be as active as usual and your replies might be really late. it's shitty, i know, but i'll try and get ahead of my work so i can be back on as usual
Where ya goin’, David?
Ashes to Ashes: over-at-the-frankenstein-place: sinisteriamnot:…
Oh don’t worry, I won’t. -my smile grows wider, even more excited about the album already- Considering you only met me 2...
Ashes to Ashes: over-at-the-frankenstein-place: Ashes to Ashes:...
-chuckles softly- Well why don't you try and sleep now? It's going to be a long journey. -smiles gently- I'll probably end up falling asleep on this plane sooner or later. And wacky? Well, you certainly haven't been around me long enough then. -winks back at you-
"I can't sleep now, I've just met you!" David exclaimed. "We've got a whole twelve hours to sleep until we get to Canada," he pointed out. There was a gentle rumbling, and the plane started to move. David glanced out the window, grinning excitedly.
Like if I owe you a reply.