Thread: Behind Glass  Verse&Sesu

She seemed less intimidating now. Perhaps cleanliness disarmed her, or maybe he himself felt more at ease by her side when he didn't smell like too much life had happened all over his skin. She was astounding outside of her protective clothes. Honest, as he remarked. He rested green eyes on her face because he thought it might be appropriate now. She looked exclusive, expensive. The cleavage made the part of him that should still be moist with the tailor's saliva awaken slightly. He laughed at her comment and looked around in the elevator. It was better than anything he had seen. Leave it to the one family to have more elaborate finery in boxes than he'd had in -- ever. He stood closer, because distance was an insult. The hair didn't fall even if it had the length to. The hairdresser had seen to that with the products that smelled lightly of alcohol. A curious but elemental science. The plate she had fiddled with to get them in the right direction sent back a slightly distorted image of the man they had easily turned him into. His heart bubbled thrice when she off-handedly promised him that this would be his future now. No test. Just blood. It made him lighter, and it also painted a slight mundane film over the walls he'd so recently admired. With hands behind his back and a small smile threatening to crack he moved closer to the large mirror that occupied one of the sides of the little room. The tan was uneven and his eyes of course had those wretched dark patches under them. He rubbed his chin and stroked the cheekbones. Then he looked at her over his shoulder. I want beauty. His back straightened and made sure to hold her blue so that she could understand how dearly he desired it. I want whatever magic Orsin has to make me stunning. The door said a tone and it got his attention. It was like a night sky, a corridor of midnight. He could have sworn there were stars in the deep black underneath the one math that rolled from the elevator through the walk, leaving much room to let people admire the foundation of this level. The walls were sparsely decorated with other glass, images in different interpretations and views of wretchedly pretty men and women. He tried not to shake, tried to push it aside and take it for granted, but his fingers shook in his fine pockets. Akalli watched in amusement as she tried to eat the green thing he had fed her. It was deliciously rude to her spoiled taste buds he suspected, but that was the point, wasn't it? He popped a grape into his mouth and crushed it in the far back as he waited for her to wash the flavor away. Silver eyes didn't blink. Well, we can go see him or her soon. he said as he started pushing his thigh up in rhythmic intervals, effectively bouncing her light frame. Perhaps it'd upset her drinking. Then we'll see who's wrong or right. I hear Livia is going to take him, he smirked at Sybin or her to Kelva first. He sighed as he looked beyond Sybin's blue tresses, at no object in particular. While the intense chemicals had fled his system long ago, there was still a reminiscence of obsession when he went over his crushes in memory, and Kelva had been a substantial one. He finally stole the glass from his cousin, pouring the rest into himself and swallowing loudly. But promise you won't be disappointed if it is indeed male. He stopped bouncing her and smiled widely, brushing his eyebrow to hers affectionately. We men can be quite fun as well. He let the vessel shatter against the floor after it pivoted from his fingertips. Akalli Orisin was known for his lightness of heart whenever it wasn't filled to the brim with directed love.