There was an oddly peaceful tension in the air as the pair did their dance of formality and restraint. Both parties were aware something serious was happening in the apartment, but curiously enough, neither one knew exactly what it was that was going on. So many unknowns hung in the air, it completely ruined any pleasure their interaction might have held.
The handsome young man dropped a towel on the fox spirit’s head but before she could protest, she felt hands on her shoulders. She shivered faintly under the unexpected touch, but she told herself it had nothing to do with this man’s ability to make her feel vulnerable and instead was just from the cold. It was that same thought that wanted to resist as he tried to remove her coat, but she complied, holding out her arms behind her slightly. He is far too bold.
Now standing in only a clingy, black cocktail dress that was too revealing for such a cold night, the woman quickly grabbed the towel from her head, her restored vision finding the human in front of her once more. She only made eye contact for a moment before immediately going into the acts of drying herself out. As she wrung her hair in the towel, he talked about names, causing her to smile softly.
“You all are always so preoccupied with names… It’s the same everywhere you go, did you know that? I suppose it always has been…” Her mind flickered back to when she had traveled Asia centuries ago, where humans readily fought and killed each other all in honor of their family’s name. So very trite…
Despite her dismissive comment, the woman continued, “I've had many names over the years, far too many to count, but none of them truly belong to me. I suppose for convenience sake….” Her head tilted up slightly as she thought, until a smile graced her blood red lips once more, “I do recall an old woman accused me of being Lilith once, I rather like the sound of that. Yes… Aleksei Titov, you may call me Lilith.” She did a sweeping gesture with her right arm as she bowed slightly, a mocking gesture of respect, “It’s a pleasure to meet your acquaintance. I take from your tone that I am supposed to know who you are?” It was a snide remark to be sure, but the fox spirit meant no particular disrespect by it. She didn't care much who any human was. How many kings had claimed to be a deity, only to die at a pitifully young age? What was the lifespan of even 90 years to one who had seen a millennium come and go?
As she waited for some undoubtedly unimpressive explanation of who he was and all he had accomplished, Lilith continued drying herself. She bent over at the waist to run the towel over her legs, her head level with his groin, which was only about 20 cm away. The fox doubted it, but it might not be too late to win over his more primal instincts. It couldn't hurt to try, at least.
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Awwwwwwwwwww! Towel on her head! <3 I almost died from the cuteness.
Which of course means it's going to tick Lilith off. XD
EDIT: Lilith has so little shame I can already tell I'm going to be embarrassed over some of the things I end up writing for her. >.< Also, for some reason I find it very sexy to imagine her speaking in Russian. I just imagine it being so sultry... *swoon* lol
Which of course means it's going to tick Lilith off. XD
EDIT: Lilith has so little shame I can already tell I'm going to be embarrassed over some of the things I end up writing for her. >.< Also, for some reason I find it very sexy to imagine her speaking in Russian. I just imagine it being so sultry... *swoon* lol
The fox appreciated the man whispering his address before setting out, though she didn't really need it. Slinking after him in the shadows, she occasionally took back alleys and round about ways just to be sure any unwanted onlookers didn't somehow take notice. At one point, the fox even cut across the road in front of him, but she was far enough down the street that he didn't see her. And even if he had caught a glimpse, she would have been just another stray roaming the city.
Because of her indirect stalking, she missed the beginning of his phone conversation and the fox spirit momentarily hesitating. He very well could have told alerted someone about her existence; could have orchestrated a trap at his apartment. They were meeting on his territory after all. At this point, it was unwise to continue. She should just cut her losses and find another target. But moving on implies failure, and the vain fox would rather fight her way out of a corner than simply walk away. Mention of a surveillance camera raised her internal anxiety further, but her pride refused to listen to reason. At least I know there are cameras. She rationalized to herself. That means I know to take care of them.
That was the fox spirit’s greatest weakness. Despite all her knowledge and all her experience, she often disregarded both and relied solely on her ability. She was emotional and a bit impulsive, which made her sloppy. It was bound to catch up with her one day.
Finally at the apartment, the fox spirit found the nearest alleyway and transformed back into the form of a beautiful woman. At first she walked right past the apartment, her eyes scanning sidelong to look for cameras. Seeing none, she turned around and walked up to the door, noticing it was cracked open for her. What a gentleman. She thought with a smirk. She pushed the door open slowly and stepped inside, her eyes scanning the hall for cameras. Still nothing. She closed the door behind her and stood in the entryway, a puddle forming beneath her courtesy of her soaked clothes. Her face was neutral, golden eyes relinquishing nothing as they looked upon his face through the strands of black hair plastered to her face. She was beautiful and disheveled at the same time. It made her look wild, like the predator she was.
It was warm inside the apartment, which only made her feel colder in her drenched attire. The woman hugged her arms to her body and waited for the man to speak.
Because of her indirect stalking, she missed the beginning of his phone conversation and the fox spirit momentarily hesitating. He very well could have told alerted someone about her existence; could have orchestrated a trap at his apartment. They were meeting on his territory after all. At this point, it was unwise to continue. She should just cut her losses and find another target. But moving on implies failure, and the vain fox would rather fight her way out of a corner than simply walk away. Mention of a surveillance camera raised her internal anxiety further, but her pride refused to listen to reason. At least I know there are cameras. She rationalized to herself. That means I know to take care of them.
That was the fox spirit’s greatest weakness. Despite all her knowledge and all her experience, she often disregarded both and relied solely on her ability. She was emotional and a bit impulsive, which made her sloppy. It was bound to catch up with her one day.
Finally at the apartment, the fox spirit found the nearest alleyway and transformed back into the form of a beautiful woman. At first she walked right past the apartment, her eyes scanning sidelong to look for cameras. Seeing none, she turned around and walked up to the door, noticing it was cracked open for her. What a gentleman. She thought with a smirk. She pushed the door open slowly and stepped inside, her eyes scanning the hall for cameras. Still nothing. She closed the door behind her and stood in the entryway, a puddle forming beneath her courtesy of her soaked clothes. Her face was neutral, golden eyes relinquishing nothing as they looked upon his face through the strands of black hair plastered to her face. She was beautiful and disheveled at the same time. It made her look wild, like the predator she was.
It was warm inside the apartment, which only made her feel colder in her drenched attire. The woman hugged her arms to her body and waited for the man to speak.
Oh my lawd those skylights. O_O Also, it looks so normal and unassumding from the outside!!!! What the heck, Russia? lmao
Nice pick. ^_^
Nice pick. ^_^
The woman felt sudden resistance as the man quit following her, causing her to stop as well. She faced him and let go of his shirt, placing her hands on her hips instead. She looked absolutely indignant, weight shifted onto one leg and her chin held high, but she was listening. It irritated her to no end that this human insisted on acting like he had control over the situation, but she was pleased he was willing to go to his apartment. She knew generally where he lived from tailing him, but caution prevented her from getting close enough to know exactly which apartment was his.
A couple blocks over, a dog barked, causing the fox to hiss as her ears strained to make sure the offensive beast was not headed in her direction. Reluctantly, her eyes went back to the young man, and she sighed, “You said so yourself, if I wanted you dead it would have happened already. I have no intention of taking your life.” She paused for a moment before adding, “Unless you give me reason to.” There was another moment of silence before the man offered to help her get dry and for the first time since their meeting, her face softened, even if only a bit. Glancing down as if she were embarrassed, she muttered, “I would appreciate that…”
Shaking off the momentary glimpse of vulnerability, the fox spirit straightened her stance and grinned, “I know how to get to your place without being seen, but you have to turn around. You won’t see me again until you’re at your door, sound good?” She waited for him to comply and once he did, she transformed into her true form, a dainty white fox taking place where the woman had been. Taking refuge in a nearby alley, the ghostly animal waited for the human to lead the way. She wasn't sure how the man would react to seeing her true form, but she thought it best to keep it secret from him. The fewer of her tricks he knew, the better. It still unnerved her how confident this man was despite the obvious threat to his safety. What could he possibly know that she didn't? It all seemed like a bluff, but the cautious fox was not willing to take the chance.
A couple blocks over, a dog barked, causing the fox to hiss as her ears strained to make sure the offensive beast was not headed in her direction. Reluctantly, her eyes went back to the young man, and she sighed, “You said so yourself, if I wanted you dead it would have happened already. I have no intention of taking your life.” She paused for a moment before adding, “Unless you give me reason to.” There was another moment of silence before the man offered to help her get dry and for the first time since their meeting, her face softened, even if only a bit. Glancing down as if she were embarrassed, she muttered, “I would appreciate that…”
Shaking off the momentary glimpse of vulnerability, the fox spirit straightened her stance and grinned, “I know how to get to your place without being seen, but you have to turn around. You won’t see me again until you’re at your door, sound good?” She waited for him to comply and once he did, she transformed into her true form, a dainty white fox taking place where the woman had been. Taking refuge in a nearby alley, the ghostly animal waited for the human to lead the way. She wasn't sure how the man would react to seeing her true form, but she thought it best to keep it secret from him. The fewer of her tricks he knew, the better. It still unnerved her how confident this man was despite the obvious threat to his safety. What could he possibly know that she didn't? It all seemed like a bluff, but the cautious fox was not willing to take the chance.
When the woman lowered her gaze, they immediately fell to the cellphone. She felt a momentary sinking feeling in her gut, but forced it off. Things could be worse and their little interaction was far from over. The centuries old fox wasn't about to let this man get away without giving her something. She glared at him through narrowed eyes, making it clear she was not pleased with him, though inwardly she was pleased he was willing to strike a deal. She made note of not taking the phone for him as she listened, trying to send the clear message that she was not afraid of the young man or anyone he could call for help.
Despite her desire to appear in control, the woman’s cool facade slipped a bit at the mention of dogs. Brow furrowed and her lips curved into a frown, the fox spirit pulled the man from the wall by the front of his shirt.
“We will settle this arrangement elsewhere, but only to get me out of the rain. Don’t think for a moment your foolish little games are going to work on me, boy, I have more experience than you could imagine.” The cocky glint returned to her eye and she began walking down the street, still pulling him by his shirt.
“Did you have a place in mind or should I find one myself?” She looked over her shoulder at him and casually smirked, but her ears were perked and listening for anything that sounded like a dog.
Despite her desire to appear in control, the woman’s cool facade slipped a bit at the mention of dogs. Brow furrowed and her lips curved into a frown, the fox spirit pulled the man from the wall by the front of his shirt.
“We will settle this arrangement elsewhere, but only to get me out of the rain. Don’t think for a moment your foolish little games are going to work on me, boy, I have more experience than you could imagine.” The cocky glint returned to her eye and she began walking down the street, still pulling him by his shirt.
“Did you have a place in mind or should I find one myself?” She looked over her shoulder at him and casually smirked, but her ears were perked and listening for anything that sounded like a dog.
Baby post is baby. .-. I'm going to blame it on the fact that they're conversing. >.>
The raven-haired fox spirit tilted her head back a bit and laughed, “Are you threatening me, human?” Her head leveled and she drew her face in, her lips mere centimeters from his own before she whispered, “That’s precious.” His beautiful, stormy eyes were looking hard into hers, trying to find something, but she remained unfazed. What could he possibly do to her? Brushing her lips across his cheek to his ear, she whispered once more, “And I don’t ‘work things out’ with humans.” Pulling back suddenly, she locked eyes with him once more and smiled a toothy grin.
“Unless… are you trying to make a contract with me?” I could always use more fire… She didn't expect someone from Russia to know much about her kind, but the idea thrilled her. Making a contract with a kumiho was risky business and few were willing to comply. Sure, whatever you requested was practically guaranteed, but failure to withhold your end of the deal meant your soul belonged to the fox for the rest of its natural life, which could be quite a while. Of course, if this man didn’t know that, all the better for her. Things might play out even better than I had hoped, but then again…I am absolutely soaked. Frowning slightly, it was as if the fox had only just remembered the cold rain. If the man had spoken, she ignored it momentarily to look up at the sky before responding.
“Unless… are you trying to make a contract with me?” I could always use more fire… She didn't expect someone from Russia to know much about her kind, but the idea thrilled her. Making a contract with a kumiho was risky business and few were willing to comply. Sure, whatever you requested was practically guaranteed, but failure to withhold your end of the deal meant your soul belonged to the fox for the rest of its natural life, which could be quite a while. Of course, if this man didn’t know that, all the better for her. Things might play out even better than I had hoped, but then again…I am absolutely soaked. Frowning slightly, it was as if the fox had only just remembered the cold rain. If the man had spoken, she ignored it momentarily to look up at the sky before responding.
I noticed Nathan seems to have stolen Sky's surname. :P
Sky almost screamed when Nathan seemingly dropped from the heavens in front of her, but managed to hold it in with a hand over her mouth. Does he ever make a normal appearance? She thought to herself in somewhat amused exasperation. She was about to offer cream and sugar to the unique man, but watched as he downed his entire coffee before she could open her mouth. At least things won’t be boring here…
As if to accentuate the point she had just made, Nathan suddenly sprung to life. Every pose was more bold and dramatic than the first. This time, Sky’s brain wasn't full of some snide judgment. Taking in the meaning of his words, she realized she had won him over. She was in! Coffee and donuts… works every time. Finally showing some earnest emotion, the young woman jumped a little and ran over to hug the scientist.
“Thank you so much, Doctor Burnoise! You have no idea how much this means to me!”
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A week had passed since Nathan had accepted Sky as an apprentice, the young woman finding herself outside the lab once more after a peaceful weekend. Taking a deep breath, she opened the door with the new code Nathan had given her. I think I might actually be more nervous than the first day I came here.
Stepping inside the building, it hardly looked like the same place. The entryway now had a chair, a side table, and a picture on the wall but it was what lie beyond the second door that was truly amazing. With much coaxing, Skylar had convinced Nathan to move a couple of his ‘masterpieces’ as she called them, opening up one wall of the room. The grad student hopeful had quickly set up three office desks in one corner, using filing cabinets as a sort of dividing wall to separate work space from thinking space. The rest of the opened up space was filled with rows of shelves, laid out like a grocery store, on which all the scraps and abandoned projects that had been on the floor were now organized. The ones that Sky had been able to identify, had even been labelled. The rest of the room, although mostly unchanged, also looked noticeably better. There was no longer any sign of trash on the floor, and some of the older machines shined with renewed vigor thanks to Miss Donahue’s dusting and polishing.
Taking in the sight of her work, Sky couldn't help but smile. Now this is a lab. Time to see what the curious Doctor has in store for me today. Laughing lightly to herself, Sky called out to make her presence known, as was common practice for her now.
“Good morning, Doctor!” Looking around the lab, the blue-eyed girl found Nathan easily enough, though she wasn't sure if it was due to her organizing or if she was just used to him now. “I hope you got some rest this weekend, we can’t have you suddenly passing out like you did last week.” She smiled, recalling what had happened when the coffee had worn off and the days with no sleep had finally caught up to the man.
“So! What are we going to do today?”
As if to accentuate the point she had just made, Nathan suddenly sprung to life. Every pose was more bold and dramatic than the first. This time, Sky’s brain wasn't full of some snide judgment. Taking in the meaning of his words, she realized she had won him over. She was in! Coffee and donuts… works every time. Finally showing some earnest emotion, the young woman jumped a little and ran over to hug the scientist.
“Thank you so much, Doctor Burnoise! You have no idea how much this means to me!”
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A week had passed since Nathan had accepted Sky as an apprentice, the young woman finding herself outside the lab once more after a peaceful weekend. Taking a deep breath, she opened the door with the new code Nathan had given her. I think I might actually be more nervous than the first day I came here.
Stepping inside the building, it hardly looked like the same place. The entryway now had a chair, a side table, and a picture on the wall but it was what lie beyond the second door that was truly amazing. With much coaxing, Skylar had convinced Nathan to move a couple of his ‘masterpieces’ as she called them, opening up one wall of the room. The grad student hopeful had quickly set up three office desks in one corner, using filing cabinets as a sort of dividing wall to separate work space from thinking space. The rest of the opened up space was filled with rows of shelves, laid out like a grocery store, on which all the scraps and abandoned projects that had been on the floor were now organized. The ones that Sky had been able to identify, had even been labelled. The rest of the room, although mostly unchanged, also looked noticeably better. There was no longer any sign of trash on the floor, and some of the older machines shined with renewed vigor thanks to Miss Donahue’s dusting and polishing.
Taking in the sight of her work, Sky couldn't help but smile. Now this is a lab. Time to see what the curious Doctor has in store for me today. Laughing lightly to herself, Sky called out to make her presence known, as was common practice for her now.
“Good morning, Doctor!” Looking around the lab, the blue-eyed girl found Nathan easily enough, though she wasn't sure if it was due to her organizing or if she was just used to him now. “I hope you got some rest this weekend, we can’t have you suddenly passing out like you did last week.” She smiled, recalling what had happened when the coffee had worn off and the days with no sleep had finally caught up to the man.
“So! What are we going to do today?”
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