»—› Never before had females proven such an obstacle; their scales and spines proved no distraction. They were tools to the army, potent soldiers with the fury only their gender can produce, but never had they caused him such stress. Joor lips pulled taut in a line, not understanding the man named, and staring at that sly contortion upon her face, fighting away the prick of his own with the might of the World Eater. Why did she tease him so? Further he shoved his hands in the pockets of the jacket, afraid to give them liberty. As warmth grazed the soft, human flesh, again their was rustling he did not imagine.
“That would be convenient, yes. Pray tell, has it something to do with the strange noises we hear?”
”It does.“ Medusa smirked, her hand moving down his arm to slip into his pocket, settle fingers in brush against his clenched one. The way he talked reminded her of the Brits that came through the underworld. At least his speech pattern. Precious.
Instead of moving back, she moved in closer still, lips skimming over his earlobe. "I could tell you all about it if you come with me. Don’t want to scare the life out of the humans now do we?"
“Oi.” Cue a displeased scowl, roughly pulling his head from her grasp, lifting his hand to swat hers away. Perhaps he would be slightly turned on were this any other situation, but he wasn’t fond of the way that chill was running down his spine. “You’re messing with my hair, of course it does.”
“Don’t be a baby,” she teased, flicking his wrinkly forehead. Perhaps those ugly marks would look textured in gray. “Wanna grab a drink? I know a place that’s to die for. It’s so great, you wouldn’t even think of wanting to leave."
»—› Visage pulled away from his attempt to return his senses. The woman had a strangeness about her, something captivating, as undeniable as he wished it could be. She had made to say something, and that she did, but she crept closer, planting a tender peck upon his lips that lured his own in. Briefly captured by the aura, he made to step back, ruby-sepia eyes flickering with startle. “This is…. this is a… I….” Eyes slit a moment, as he fought the twitches of his joor mouth. “What are you, female?”
“Do you really want to know, Mushu?” she smirked, her lips still inches from his. As if to keep him there, she placed her hands around his neck. For a reason unbeknownst to the gorgon, her snakes rustled as if careening at the touch. There was definitely something odd about him, and if it was the fact that he was somehow a dragon, then by Hades, she could get around that.
“I’ve been in a deeper hole than that to be honest. It’s not always convenient, though one does the best with the colours at one’s disposal.” The hole in the air moves the shape of a hand against the red tie, almost the only point of contrast or indication of depth on the being.
“Sorry if I have unnerved you- As good as I think I’d look in sculpt, I can’t afford to be late for tomorrow’s ten a.m.” The grin spreads a little. “I’m afraid we’re on rather an uneven standpoint. I know who you are, but I’ve not been polite enough to introduce myself. Adramelekh, Ma’am.” He gives the slightest of bows with supplicated hands, a gesture to show he is eager to be in good standing with her.
She watched him carefully from behind dark shades, but it was as difficult as it was to see in the darkness from behind sunglasses. One look around to be sure no one was passing through the suburban park and she flipped up her shades, revealing bright red eyes. A quiet yet sharp intake of breath and a slight rustling from beneath her wig was the only indication of the slight terror upon realizing his form was completely of shadows, including his apparel. “Oh my, you’re uglier than I thought. Poor thing.”
With nonchalance, she looked away, though a smile curled at the corner of her lips at his show of respect. Though she was still on guard, it was clear he wasn’t going to do anything stupid, otherwise he might have done so already. “Need something, Sweets?”
He recoiled a bit at her touch and arm muscles tensed in a start to swat her hand away yet no definite movement to do so was made. Only when her fingers found their way into his hair did expression appear to harden. “What’re you doing?”
“…Does it matter?” She echoed his words in a form of mockery, her hands never ceasing their work.
»—› Upon the touch, the World Eater found himself entering a state not accustom to his repertoire. Uncomfortable. Trying to hide a boyish-grin and clenching his fists that he shoved into the dated statesman coat upon his back, he turned his gaze away. “Nothing at all…”
If anything positive came out of her innumerable relations with men, it was that she could now read them like a book. She noted the relief of tension from his eyebrows, a small small tugging at his lips. No, he wasn’t as cute as a lost puppy. He was even cuter. Lip curling into a grin, she brought her hand back up to his now turned face and nudged it back to face her. She had already moved in closer, and without warning, planted a quick, gentle kiss on his bottom lip. “You sure, darling?"
