Jun. 12th, 2007

OMP: Kiss

Jun. 12th, 2007 01:14 pm
alainn_aislinn: (Toxic love)
It always starts with a kiss. It always ends with one, too, but she tries not to think about that too much. It’s there, though, lingering as she watches him in the pub, eyes dark. He’s different, but that’s all right. So is she. He is not an artist, as such, but there is creative energy in him.

She ponders him, watching his fingers, watching his lips. A mystery, and a riddle and that intrigues her. Little else does these days, so points to him for that. The strange behavior of trusting her, she dismisses with a shrug. Foolish creature, if he thinks she is worthy of it. But then, he seems to think she is something else. Knows her, but not, and she wonders, briefly, what this other her must be like in this other world where things did not go the way they went here. When a kiss was never final, and his life had not sucked into her and where he walked the world instead of only being carried in her memory and soul.

She drinks her Guinness, still staring at the stranger and pondering the name he gave her. Theta Sigma. Greek, but he’s not, and she wonders if the translation is purely accurate. The symbols he traced were not, and for a moment the mystery distracts her from the musician on the stage and her purpose here tonight. She has fed, which gives her time to think, but it all circles back again, and there’s a hunger in her eyes as she watches him that has nothing and everything to do with the look in his eyes when he looks at her.

It always starts with a kiss. She wonders what he will taste like.

ooc: Dark!/Canon!Aislinn freaks me out a little...


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