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Post by Desdemona on Nov 2, 2006 18:23:06 GMT -5
Despereaux nodded, laughing. "I know what you mean... they tried cutting my hair once.. but died it a nice red color instead of its origianal dark blue," She fingered her hair, paper straight and her short bangs just above her eyebrows. They had darker red streaks to highlight the lighter undertone color and looked really nice while contrasting with her sea-driven eyes.
((Sea driven eyes = 2 things. 1) A blue-green color 2) always seems to look out to see, through everything... y'know?))
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Post by Kale on Nov 2, 2006 18:48:12 GMT -5
"Oh, really?" Fissure fingered his hair, and it's choppy-styling. It flared out in almost every direction, save for the long braid they had left. "Well, sad to say," he muttered as he fingered a dark burberry strand of hair, "they didn't die my hair. This is it's natural color."
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Post by Desdemona on Nov 2, 2006 18:54:58 GMT -5
Despereaux nodded and smiled. "It's a nice color, I like it," She said, crossing her legs. Her hand rested on the cushion that separated them, testing to see hwo romantic he was. A boy such as Keegan wouldn't notice, most likely unless Des just put a huge sign that said 'LONELY HAND!!' and flashed it infront of his eyes for a few seconds. Despereaux also sort of leaned back, resting her head so that it was facing up her neck draped over the top of the couch. Her eyes became closed. So that's Two questions in this test.
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Post by Kale on Nov 2, 2006 19:02:45 GMT -5
Fissure paused, glancing over at her. His eyes narrowed ever so slightly; afterall he was still a bit on edge. He seemed to be searching for any sort of hidden meaning in her actions. Afterall...he didn't want to do anything that might set her off. Though, he had a good idea as to where this invisible line had been drawn. Leaning over towards her, he rested his hand atop her lightly. But he did no stop there, as he continued to lean until he was about a foot from her face. "Tired, I'm guessing?" He questioned, reffering to her closed eyes and resting head.
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Post by Desdemona on Nov 2, 2006 19:05:22 GMT -5
Desper opened an eye, looking at him. "Nah, just relieved, I guess." Despereaux shrugged lightly. "But, you passed the test," she told him, closing her eyes once more. Now she trusted him a bit more. It had been a sort of trust and how-lusty-are-you test. He had past with flying colors.
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Post by Kale on Nov 2, 2006 19:08:33 GMT -5
A smirk slid across Fissure's face as he picked up her hand, mindlessly fiddling with her fingers. All in all, one could say she were lucky her fingers were attatched to her hands; as Fissure had a habit of mindlessly fiddling with things and then stealing them. Also done relativley mindlessly. "I figured that much. So, you were testing to see wether or not I could read between the lines and find the invisible boundaries, right?"
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Post by Desdemona on Nov 2, 2006 19:13:04 GMT -5
Despereaux light red lips perked up in a smile and she chuckled softly. "Clever too, impressive," Despereaux said and turned to him. "Very impressive," Her eyes were now soft, her smile even softer and her skin was warm, inviting. It had always been so, but this was now a smaller more important test. True or untrue? Scared or brave? Here just for the wealth, or here for the girl?
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Post by Kale on Nov 2, 2006 19:18:27 GMT -5
Fissure returned a smile just as warm, placing her hand back to where it had been before. "Why, thank you. Though I'm sure my cleverness is nothing much to be praised." He paused, a show fo hesitation that had been missing for the past few momments. "Desper, would it be totally...out of place and ridiculous to ask of you for a kiss?" His question seemed innocent enough, as well as his smile.
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Post by Desdemona on Nov 2, 2006 19:21:16 GMT -5
Desper seemed to think for a oment, but not moving. A kiss? Did he pass? Hmmmm she thought, he hesitated.. but it was a cute hesitation.. and he asked so... B+ I'd say he got. She nodded to him. "Yes, you deserve one, I'd say," Despereaux said softly, leaning towards him.
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Post by Kale on Nov 2, 2006 19:26:26 GMT -5
Fissure laid his lips upon hers, very gently but not so much in a timid way. Just...not wanting to push it, one could say. He simply stayed there, letting his warm lips meet hers, for a few seconds before pulling back by a few inches. Not enough to really put much distance between them, but enough so their faces weren't pressed against each other.
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Post by Desdemona on Nov 2, 2006 19:28:43 GMT -5
"That wasn't so bad, was it?" Despereaux asked, tilting her head to the side. It had been a nice first kiss from this boy, she thought, but she still couldn't trust him on some things. Even with that fact, Despereax's guard on physical stuff was pretty much gone. Like practicing a violin, the wall slowly chips away and then you'll see your future.
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Post by Kale on Nov 2, 2006 19:37:09 GMT -5
"No no, I wasn't trying to suggest it was. If that's what you interrpereted my pulling away to be," he replied with a small smirk, his own head cocking to the side to mimick her in a playful manner.
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Post by Desdemona on Nov 2, 2006 19:42:30 GMT -5
Despereaux smirked back at him, her free hand reaching up and stroking his cheek gently. Desper thought of leaning forward and kissing him again, but noticed that there was a whole cushion between them, so she thought up another test. Quickly, she glanced over at the window, and to her advantage, it was open a crack but barely noticeable. She looked back into his eyes, smiled then leaned back a bit, her hand shivering slightly under his.
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Post by Kale on Nov 2, 2006 19:48:13 GMT -5
Fissure blinked a few times, tilting his head in the opposite direction. "Something...wrong?" He paused, let his eyes search for any reason she'd have shivered. A chill, obviously. So...where was the cold coming from? His eyes zeroed in on the window. He, from his position, could see nothing wrong...so what if this was another test? Oh well. Best respond to it with the first thing that came to mind. Extending one wing and an arm, he gave a small smile. "Are you cold?"
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Post by Desdemona on Nov 2, 2006 19:53:41 GMT -5
Desper smiled, looking to him and scooted over, leaning against him. Ok, not bad but he made me move instead... Desper was thinking but not showing. I say he gets a B for that one and extra credit for extending a wing as well to me so that'd be and A-. She planed out in her head, calculating.
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Post by Kale on Nov 2, 2006 20:04:10 GMT -5
Fissure put his arm around her, loosely. He watched her, seeming as if he himself were calculating his own score; repremanding himself for each incorrect thing he had done.
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Post by Desdemona on Nov 2, 2006 20:05:46 GMT -5
Despereaux looked into his eyes, and noticed that he was thinking as much as she was. "So.. you caught on," Desper smiled, sneering almost. "I like to play with my prey before going in for the kill," She said, really sneering this time but playfully and nibbled on his hand.
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Post by Kale on Nov 2, 2006 20:14:01 GMT -5
Laughing, Fissure pulled his hand back and tapped her on the nose. "I noticed, m'dear. I'm not so slow as you may I wished." In a playful manner, he snatched up a lock of her hair and tugged on it with his teeth. "I'm pretty quick to the chase...usually."
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Post by Desdemona on Nov 2, 2006 20:17:26 GMT -5
Despereaux added extra points to his flirting and leaned against him closer. She lightly touched his cheek with the back of her hand again, stroking the light invisible hairs that were on everybody's face. Her body was warm, inviting apposed to it's usual ice cold and threateningly it had been before when they had first met.
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Post by Kale on Nov 2, 2006 20:25:03 GMT -5
"Well gee, you seemed to have warmed up to me," Fissure smiled, which soon turned into a grin as he laughed. "Quite literally." His laughter was hearty, deep and sounding like a grandfather's laugh - kind, warm, and never faked. His eyes, the color of wood, smiled along with his face and seemed unable to betray any true emotions. Not that his face would ever lie.
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