"But, I suppose you could consider me fallen. I'm not exactly the most virtuous character that I should be," Ethan was grinning ear to ear, knowing I'd catch his intent.
I turned so that I was practically lying on top of him. "Do you have any wild fantasies?" I asked him, changing the topic. I kissed him on the nose before his lips.
"I have several," he replied, teasing me. "Which would you like to hear about?" he asked.
"I can probably shift into anyone you want. I've met a lot of people," I told him. To prove it, I shifted into Angelina Jolie in all her naked glory. "Or, if she's not your type..." I trailed off as I shifted into Blake Lively. "Do you prefer blondes or brunettes?" I shifted into Scarlett Johansson with red hair. "Or are you a redheaded kind of guy?"
"You've met all of those people?" he asked skeptically.
"How else would I be able to shift into them?" I shrugged, still in my Scarlett suit.
"I don't know. I asked you how earlier, and you changed the subject," he pointed out.
I smiled at him. "I have to just touch a person in order for me to be able to shift into them. If I can get their DNA somehow, I'm more powerful as them. I take on all their powers and abilities."
Ethan tilted his head. "Their DNA? How do you obtain it?"
"Usually by kissing. But, sex is a good way, too. I have more men in my repertoire than I do women, but I have a decent amount of women, too. But, I used to work at a high class casino and night club, and we got a lot of popular celebrities visiting, so I kind of got lucky. Plus, when I found out how easy it was to be able to shift into people, I kind of went on a touching spree," I chuckled at the memory.
"So, you can shift into me, now?" Ethan asked.
I shifted into himself to prove it. "And, I have all of your powers and abilities, too. But, because I don't know all you can do, most of your gifts are hidden to me. I still have to learn how to do it. Like, I have one angel in my arsenal, and he can fly. But, it took me a year to master flying because you have to think a certain way to do it. But, when I shift into this hawk/human crossover, I have to think differently than with the angel to get him to fly. It's challenging, but it's why I love training with my favorite arsenals."
He nodded in understanding. "Sounds interesting."
"It is," I agreed, my Scarlett Johansson persona's hair fell onto my shoulders. I couldn't believe I had just told him all that about me. I was usually more private than that. But, Ethan was different than everyone else I had met. Didn't know how, quite yet, but I knew he was special. "So, you never did get around to telling me who you wanted me to become," I smiled at him seductively, kissing him full on the lips.
Continue?
Hope that was good!
Yuki
He was cute, looking all flustered like he did. Which in-and-of itself was surprising, considering cute wasn't the first word I thought of when thinking of Brokentear. Intriguing, for one, and handsome, mysterious and sad. And oh-so yummy... I shook my head free of that thought and smiled questioningly at him.
"Goodnight?" I said again, puzzled by the unexpected intrusion, but not particularly bothered by it. I'd have done the same thing myself. I titled my head until I could see Brokentear out of one eye and watched as he tried to find something else to say. Part of me said to let him leave and find his sweet dreams, and another part of me, the one long forgotten, called for me to ask him to stay, find a way to keep him here, even for the night.
For once, I listened to that part of me. "Mind helping me out?" I asked, giving him a shy, almost embarrassed smile from my spot on the floor, when he looked back at me confusedly. It occurred to me to ask after the painting, to see if it was okay, but he had said I could have this room. I opened my mouth and almost blew it, almost told him never-mind, I'd be fine, but that small part of me reared it's little head and roared, and I sighed, shifting my eyes to the floor at his feet.
"If it's not too much trouble, would you mind sticking around?" I started, going over several sentences in my head to find the right way to explain, then went for the most blunt one when all the others wouldn't suffice. "I can't sleep peacefully unless there's someone else around, and if it has to be anyone, it would be nice if it was you."
I briefly met his eyes again, before occupying myself with gathering up my things again, sticking them back into my back with a rough shove, unnerved by the silence for once. Quickly, I attempted to backtrack. "I mean, you don't have to, really, you don't. I can find someone else, or just not sleep tonight," I added, the last part added on like an afterthought. It would suck, but it wouldn't be the first time.
Setsuna
I leaned into Forevers touch with a quiet sigh, almost purring with how good it felt to have his hands on me. "Good," I said, smirking in satisfaction at getting my way. I lifted my own hand and lightly ran it through his hair, enjoying the softness of it. I seemed to enjoy everything about him, right down to the shy smile I got in return for my efforts.
"Not sure I'd leave anyways," I mumbled, which was a lie, because if he asked, I'd would go. It was almost frightening, the amount of control I gave to this beautiful boy, and yet, I couldn't feel anything but contentment. Feeling slightly mushy in the head, I sunk into the hand on my cheek, eyelids lowering so that I looked with half open eyes at him.
Feeling slightly mischievous, I turned my head and surprised him by kissing the palm of his hand, before giving it a nip and then soothing it with another light kiss. I smirked at the wide eyed blush on Forever's face, then reached out with a slight pleading look. " Come here," I murmured. He rolled so that he was within my grasp, and then I lightly and slowly tugged him so that I could cradle him in my arms once more.
With another smirk, I leaned forward and kissed him again, and then again, and then leaned back with a slight growl. " Gonna become addicted to your kisses," I grumbled playfully, proving that idea right when I leaned forward and stole another kiss from him.
Ethan
The voice that had escaped my throat to ask Akane about the vampire almost startled me. It was much more gravel-like and tired than I had expected. I guess I hadn't realized how tired I was from the day. I had used quite a bit of energy with Akane. And it was energy very well spent.
She explained the story of the vampire, Daphne.
I ran my fingers through her hair, listening to her unfamiliar voice. It was very sultry, in a lower tone than that of Akane's usual voice.
"How did you meet?" I asked, my fingers traveling from her hairline down her cheek and along her jaw.
"Gambling and sex. It was 4 years ago. I was 16 and stupid. I had gotten caught counting cards at one of her casinos, and I was fucking the boys that had caught me when Daphne walked in all matter of fact, watched us finish then brought me up to her office. Offered me a job. I took it."
"So, how do you shift into them?"
A finger to my lips, I was hushed. Though curious, I let Akane talk.
"You talk too much. I want to know more about you. Why are you a fallen angel? What happened?"
I gazed off into space for a moment, gathering my thoughts which were jumbled all of a sudden.
"For starters, I would say that I'm not exactly fallen." I spoke, my voice low. I returned my eyes back to her. I stroked her chin with my thumb, my forefinger underneath her jaw.
"The strangest thing happened when my sister and I were born. Our parents were human. But, though my sister was a human, I was not. By some miracle, I was born an angel." I glanced upward, then sighed.
"But my parents were worried, that despite my heavenly status, I wouldn't be accepted into the world. So with the help of a witch, my soul was placed into the body of my sister. And, up until a few years ago, I've been trapped inside her. I've only seen the world from her perspective aside from a few times."
I explained, then paused for a moment before continuing.
"But, I suppose you could consider me fallen. I'm not exactly the most virtuous character that I should be." I grinned at her playfully.
BrokenTear
"Thank you, Brokentear. Sorry I woke you up. Sweet dreams, and I'll see you in the morning."
A sweet smile, and Yuki was gone. My skin tingled where her lips had touched my jaw. Instinctively I put my fingers to it and smiled widely to myself.
Before I knew it, I had meandered to Yuki's door. Before pausing to knock, my mind was racing.
What, are you just going to barge in her room? You sick pervert. And even if you get to talk with her, what are you going to say? You're a dumbass, BrokenTear. Just stay away from the poor girl. Just st-
I cut myself off by opening the door. Yuki, sitting on the floor, turned to look at me. At her side were paints, an iPod and a half-eaten apple.
"Hello, Yuki..." I blinked, realizing I definitely should've listened to the voice in my head. I was absolutely clueless. What was I doing here?
"I.. uh... just wanted to say goodnight. I mean, you already said it. But I... I didn't get to say it back. So... yeah, goodnight."
Smooth. the voice in my head giggled, mocking me. My calm and collected facade had faltered, leaving me leaning in her doorway, with the most awkward feeling in the pit of my stomach.
Forever
"Do you wish for me to leave?" A pouty expression crossed Setsu's face.
"No~" I replied in a whiny tone. His arms tightened around me and I felt his warmth around me. It was a feeling I highly enjoyed, as all too often I was freezing, even in my oversized sweaters. I smiled brightly under my mask.
I never felt so close to anyone before-- neither physically nor emotionally. I could feel Setsu's off-beating heart against my own chest. It only drew me to him more. I pressed my lips to his shoulder and laid back. I looked up at the ceiling and couldn't wipe the smile from my face. I turned to face him and ran my fingers down his cheek, and along his jawline.
"Of course I don't wish you to leave, Setsu." I whispered and enjoyed the feel of his soft warm skin against my fingertips.
Kissing Ethan was like drifting into a part of heaven I had never known to exist. And I had an angel in my arsenal. I knew what heaven looked like. I knew how it worked. But, of course, there were things about it I didn't know, and that's how I fe...
Read the full post »
Yuki
I listened as Brokentear told me where my room was, and I smiled gratefully at him. I rolled the idea of still worming my way intro a night in his room, but he seemed preoccupied with something, probably worrying about something. I pushed the idea away in favor of getting on with my night, making a mental note to prepare for a long night.
I walked up so that we were a couple of inches away from eachother, then leaned up and kissed the underside of his chin, smile tugging at my lips at the shock on his face. "Thank you, Brokentear. Sorry I woke you up. Sweet dreams, and I'll see you in the morning." Leaving him stupified, I gave him one last tired-tinged smile, then walked into my room, not bothering with a shower tonight. It could hold off until morning. I dropped my pack onto the huge bed-yes, score!- and took in the rest of the room.
The walls were all of neutral, halfway somber colors, while the floor had checkered red-and-black tiled floor. There was a floor length mirror on the otherside of the bed, and a window facing the ocean, moonlight spilling onto the water and turning it into liquid silver. I flipped a switch by the door and blinked as the room lit up, three lightbulbs illuminating the room from an ornate ceiling light. There was a dresser infront of the bed, and not much else. The room looked unused, no trace of the previous owner left.
Goosebumps flitted to the surface of my skin, and I sorted through my pack until I found the items needed, pulling my shoes off once they had all been assembled. Every piece of paint I had ever acquired, a stolen iPod, some brushes, and a surprisingly delicious red apple. Satisfied with my quest, I moved the mirror out of my way.
I wanted to leave my mark. Should something happen, I wanted the next occupant to know who had owned this room before them, and I also wanted Sophie to be remembered. Everything else could fade away, but I wanted Sophie to be remembered. So I settled my iPod into what I wanted, stole a bite from my favorite fruity treat, and got busy on the mirror wall, the one hidden by the door.
Setsuna
Forever hid his face and playfully complained about my presence, and I smirked at the hidden face, up until it registered that I couldn't see his beautiful blue eyes. I didn't have a lot of expectations from people, but I didn't like when people tried to hide their faces from me. My hands trailed up to his face and I sought his lips again, liking stealing them, especially when he was momentarily blinded.
Satisfied that I had his complete and utter attention again, I moved the hair from his adorable face until I could look at him unhindered again. "Don't hide from me, little one," I murmured, glowing eyes looking into his so I could make certain that he understood that it was a request and a demand all at once. Happy at having done this, I leaned forwards until our foreheads touched and smiled at him.
"Do you wish for me to leave?" I asked quietly, putting on a pouty face for him, delighting in the smile I got for my efforts. My arms rewrapped themselves around him and I twisted until I was wrapped as fully as I could be around him, pouting quite adorable if I do say so myself. My heart beat a million beats, but I felt utterly calm and happy, here in Forevers arms. Somewhere, some part of me hoped he got the same feeling in mine.
He blushed adorable, and I wondered if maybe I should tone down the-seduction? Accidental infatuation? Convincing?- fearing he would have no blood for his heart to pump for the amount gone to his cheeks. It was hard, though, to resist finding as many ways to make him blush as I could.
