Thread: Not Quite A Dream Girl (wonderwall meets misterking)

Max cupped the boys chin with her colorless hands. It had to have been at least a century, since the last time she wished she could sleep. The boy under her stirred lightly at her touch, a slumberous mutter leaving his lips. Her long, almond shaped nails glistened against his skin like glossy black marbles. He was so peaceful, beautiful - in only the way a human could be of course. She liked this one. He was different. In fact, when she had first saw him at the gallery she thought he was a demon himself. His artwork was well dark enough to be created by one. Art was a window to the soul and if his dreams were anything like his art. The edges of her full lips perked up at the corners at the thought. Her long hair surrounded his pillow as she bent down, falling into pools of silvery ink. With each exhale she could smell the scent of toothpaste still lingering, her lips now hesitated over mere inches from his. Anticipation was always the best part of the whole process. Unfortunately her elation was short lived. Instead of the rush she normally felt, she felt nothing . Absolutely nothing . There was always something , no matter the state of the dream. Puppies, kittens, and wide eyed baby seals would've at least been something. What the hell , the voice in her head filled with disappointment and confusion. He had been dreaming, or at least started to, she had made sure of it. All humans dreamt, each night every night. The ones forgotten when awake, was the first sign that the dream had became a demons personal snack pack. Max pressed firmly onto his lips, mostly out of frustration, before pulling away. The thought of slapping him across the face tempting her as she started to straighten. A loud gasp was all she could manage as his eyes jerked open. Oh shit . Before she had the chance to flee the chaos broke quickly. Crack ! The sound made her jump back more did the act of hitting her did. Lifting off of him her hands shot up the rough surface of horn. Consider yourself lucky it wasn't my horn that you pumalled. Max exclaimed, levitating gently over the now blanket scattered bed. Now, calm down Brian..you don't want to hurt yourself more. Her big, lustrous eyes moved from his perked fists to his frightened face. Facing him fully she moved towards the end of the bed, her tall heeled boots making a small thud against the bedroom floor. A lump pressed deep in her throat, how was this possible? How was this human seeing her, truly seeing her? The questions plagued her already throbbing head. What was one even to do with this? Max crossed her arms against her chest, her deep thoughts and inner arguments coming out as mutters. Finally she let out an exaggerated sigh, I think these are the least of your worries at this particular moment, love. Her nails pointed at the set of horns curling out of the top of lavender colored waves. In a few graceful steps she moved to a sleek armchair sitting by the window. With a light thud she sat herself down, slouching to the side enough to drape her long, shapely legs over the armrest. My name is Max, and Im a demon, she shrugged holding her hands out to examine her nails. She had debated going on as it this were in fact a dream, but the irony was too much. It was safe to assume demons werent apart of his mundane life. A light chuckle left her, knowing there wouldn't be a lot to say to comfort him. I'm not going to hurt you. No matter what horrid creatures your movies made us out to be .