Thread: Beyond the Skies [--+Hahvoc Requiem+--, H a r r i e t, TakodaVega]

Switch Maltrese Tsk, tsk...must we have violence? Switch asked as she watched them. She stood along the railing, her boots perfectly balanced even with their heels and all her weapons visible. Her beauty radiated against the backdrop of the sky. Her wings had brought her onto the ship, but her shipmates didn't know about that darling little ability. Smoking her cigarette with it's color-changing smoke, she let out purple fumes that changed to gold and then blue before it dissipated. She had a small interest in the little elf...thing. But who was she kidding with her question? As much as her human half didn't like the violence, her demonic nature was just a tad stronger and relished the pain. She had drank in the scent with a wink when she had watched him get clocked in the face for his brattyness. She liked that he had some spark and wasn't some droll bodyguard. Still, she didn't understand why he had to be on board in the first place. She could protect these women herself, but for some reason, whenever she went near the cargo hold...she felt...crazy. She wondered if it was something magical that brought out her darker desires and soul. The bars the held her berserker had barely stayed in place until the cargo hold door had been shut and the energy locked away. She didn't know what lurked beyond those doors...and she didn't want to know. Jasna and Karita didn't know about her wonderful demonic blood, but they knew she wasn't ordinary by any means. Her swords were much too large and heavy for them to even attempt to lift and yet she wielded them with ease. Obviously they had questions, but she wouldn't give them answers yet. Dearest Howl knew those answers alone for she had once saved his life and he was joining the crew on this loveable journey. He seemed very interested in the red-haired beauty that was Jasna. Switch was too good to indulge in anything intimate with the crew, even if her human soul longed for intimacy and touch. Perhaps this journey would yield such fulfillment, but her cynical nature took a small foothold and chuckled at her. She was dangerous...almost too dangerous. How could she possibly let herself go? Scoffing at her inner voice, she took another drag as she walked casually along the thin rail. Perhaps a bodyguard should know his place and keep his mouth shut for he is not paid for his opinion but for his mere protection? Her voice was light and even with the smallest hint of amusement as she raised a delicate brow at Avarien. Her deep colored eyes bore into him with such an intimate stare it was if she was stripping away the layers of his soul to his inner core. But soon her too-intimate-gaze turned away as she took another deep drag and let out a plume of silver and red smoke that drifted into nothingness. She adjusted her giant sword to settle against her body better as she walked, it lightly tapping against her hip. She adored her crewmates, but she still didn't understand why this little twit was on board as a bodyguard. Oh well, she would get over it. Turning her eyes to the other end of the ship, she watched a dark figure walk towards their little commotion as if the very air parted for him. Dearest Howl, her thoughts echoed as he came into the light with one of his Cheshire grins plastered on his crazy beautiful face. His wolfish eyes turned to the small group and a crazed laugh escaped him as he pointed at Avarien. His blue hair whipped around in the breeze a moment before settling. He could be such a clown. Howl Hatter You putz. I'm glad she punched your stupid ass. Besides...it was sexy as fuck. Howl Hatter turned his wolf-yellow eyes to Jasna and winked at her, eying her succulent body with unabashed desire. Some of it was an act to see if he could throw her for a loop, but he did lust for her. He could sense some of her vulnerability and it gave him a hard-on like nothing else- other than her luscious tits, of course. She was a treasure and a prize. And boy, did he want to have a taste of that innocent heaven on his sinful tongue. Turning his eyes to Switch, his gaze softened to something resembling tenderness. She had saved him once, and their friendship was solid and unbreakable like a contract. They watched each other's backs when they ran into each other during their travels. Brushing his blue hair from his eyes, he bowed to her in the slightest, twisting it into a parody of gentlemanly grace. My lady Switch. How fare thee on this fine day of shenanigans and tomfoolery? He watched her cover her mouth as she smiled and stifled a chuckle at his antics. He loved making her smile- she was the closest thing to family that he had and he knew it was the same for her. But he loved hearing her laugh more than anything. It meant to him that even the Devil had a sense of humor and could have a soul. He felt like he had lost his years ago. Wanting some of her cigarette, he was tempted to kiss her after her drag just to get a taste, but he knew that would be wrong. As much as he wouldn't mind a tussle with the darling half-breed, he wouldn't want her hurt afterwords. He wouldn't be able to fulfill any of her hidden needs, knowing that she would know. He could offer her nights of comfort, but neither could speak of love. It wouldn't be meaningless, but it would hurt nonetheless. She needed a forever, and he needed a heart. Oh, they had fooled around in harmless kisses and touches- but getting beyond that intimate was too much....much too much. They couldn't heal their hurts like that. They were too closely bonded in a strange way that wouldn't allow for such intimacy without backlash that would ruin them both. Permanently. Turning his devilish gaze back to the small group, he winked at Jasna as his devious tongue peeked out from between his lips to wet them.