Thread: The Scarlet Crossing (DeliciousLust & darjeeling)

Subconsciously, Aurelia drew her own unpainted lips beneath her teeth, worrying at them even as her gaze was drawn towards the monsters own which seemed to gleam beneath the smoky pale lights. Unusual . She couldnt take offense to that, considering it was Mariko it had come from, but still the word drenched her tongue in a familiar, bitter taste. Unusual was just another word for abnormal , abomination , aberration and all the other a s shed forgotten. Collecting candy wrappers is harmless. Aurelia pointed out, banishing her thoughts to the wind with a wave of her hand. The gesture would have been odd and out of place but in here, it looked as if she were implicating the men, an assumption born not entirely out of falsity. Along with pleasure and exotic eroticism, the Scarlet Crossing also invited a myriad of unfortunate circumstances which seemed to have been glossed over so many times by now. To Aurelia, it would always be a place where one would need to be careful and yet, perhaps it was different for bakemono. If they were not bound by the laws of human aesthetic then their bodies too may work differently. It seemed that Mariko wasnt too concerned with that either, considering she saw no plastic wrappers nor any other tell-tale littering around the platform. Aurelia shook her head as alluring as the monster was, she would not partake in such pleasures in the foreseeable future. Yet some part of her did not want to say as much, so she merely shrugged as an aside and said, I hope not. Aurelia at first was not aware that Mariko was looking over her head, and it was only when the irritating tugs and pulls at her back had stopped did she realize that Hunter had stepped back gingerly. The looks the bakemono gave to the males around the room only seemed to further remind her of this strange situation. Her face was still red the blush had faded slightly and her heart still beat painfully in her chest but she was conversing as if she had just met this woman on the street or perhaps about to invite her to coffee or tea. It was ironic, really, that the abnormal would be found so normal and that the normal was not. A small snort of laughter escaped at her the thought, the ungainly sound hidden beneath her palm. At Marikos response, however, all humorous thought vanished and a frown settled instead as she pondered at those words. From what she had read, it was true that some monsters, while mostly integrated into human society, still sometimes lacked the foresight to change or modify their behaviours befitting of the world they lived in now. Some even dared to feast on human flesh though the last time that had happened was many, many years ago now. Monsters were intelligent Aurelia remembered she had said as much to Hunter at one time. She wondered if even back then he had been visiting this Mariko. Why do you not mate with your own kind? Aurelia asked then. Surely you would have more success finding a mate who is similar, in body, to you. She wanted to ask if Mariko had ever given birth to a half human child before, mostly for her own benefit but the bakemono didnt seem to have the signs of motherhood. Her body looked as well toned as any other human she had caught a glimpse of outside, and her extra appendages only made it all the more attractive. Besides, a monsters age was always difficult to discern as they rarely seemed to be touched by time in appearance. Though speaking of time, she had no idea how long she had been down here for. Aurelia stirred, her legs were cramping as was her forearm so she shifted to stretch her limbs subtly stopping only to parrot Mariko. Romantic? Romantic was one of the words the redhead thought to never associate herself with. She had no interest in striking up a spark with any such creature, or at least, that was what she had decreed just this morning. Yet the offer was rather appealing, even if Aurelia was not likely to budge so soon. She said no more on the matter but she did allow it to stew in her mind, even if she did leave this place and thought never to return. Moving the location of your services above ground may help with fresh air, Aurelia could not help but quip, her grin tight and unsure if Mariko would take offense to that. After fluster always came a defensive mechanism, not flight or fight but a bite, no matter how kindly she meant it. She cleared her throat, which only seemed to make room for more of that smoke to seep in, so she coughed again. It would have been much better had there not been multiple exposed men around her and no doubt she may have seriously considered Marikos offer. But putting on an erotic show was not very high on her things to do before she perished mysteriously. Theyll go to waste, you know. She said lamely, unwilling to gesture around herself again but certainly implicating those about her. It was a miracle in itself that the bakemono had taken note of the redhead, more so that they had talked for an impressive amount now considering where it was the conversation was taking place. But the bakemonos voice was nice enough to listen to and she didnt feel all that bad about being curious, especially when Mariko seemed not to mind answering her questions. She looked again as the monster pushed down the fabric, revealing more and more skin and possibly exciting even more of the audience. As to the story, it certainly did make sense albeit it did not stop her face from collecting a little more scarlet on her cheeks. fascinating. Aurelia frowned at the characters, wondering how they could look so innocent yet imply such lewd meaning. That was the beauty of a language she could not read nor understand, she supposed. Its pretty. She said truthfully before turning her gaze away from the womans tantalizing breast. They said a tattoo would be for life, but they also say a great many other things were for life too. Would you get another? And where did you come from?