Aug. 10th, 2008

[info]a_fiend_in_need

Week Fifteen: Friday

Who: kNock and Kissy
What: A Date! Dinner and Dancing
Where: Pyrrhus to start (or as Kissy calls it pieazarra), and then on to Heaven
When: Seven sharp



Two classes and one club. That was all the imp currently shared with the object of his desire. There might have been more, had the fae not been taking classes about glamour and flying. Knock had no excuse for taking any of those. Instead he took Painting and Combat, both of which intense concentration would be considered good, not "creepy". Besides, in painting and dance he could ask Kissy's advice and show appreciation for her creativity. In combat he was sure to spot her, and to catch her before she fell. Not that she was doing much falling, as graceful as she was.

And anyone who noticed the intense way the imp watched the fae would have have no reason to question that he did so out of a desire to learn or else to help her.

Tonight however, it was her time to help him. Knock was not kidding about not being a skilled dancer. So why was he even in the dance club? Well that much was obvious, at least to him. Hopefully not to anyone else. Though honestly, he was aware that his motive might be transparent to any other male in the club. Though those others as week in dance as himself would be just as guilty, joining for the same reason. The girls.

Nothing wrong with that really.

Besides, as he'd hoped, Kissy was only too happy to help him with his footwork. If all went according to plan, eventually she'd be just as eager to help him out with his hand work, and anything else he asked of her.

A few minutes before seven he arrived inside Zephir House. Any who saw him step out of the shadows and into the Common room just assumed someone had let him in. They were right of course, but that someone was him. It was his typical mode of travel and Knock never let on that he was not supposed to be exactly where he was. Rarely did anyone ever question. Attitude really was everything. He waited in silence, looking about the room as though he'd never seen it before, while always keeping a watchful eye toward the stairway just beyond the room entrance.

Not that there was any real need to look so hard. All he had need to do was to smell the air. He did this too... naturally. And the fae of course, did not disappoint. Did she ever?
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May. 23rd, 2008

[info]a_fiend_in_need

Week Ten: Monday

When: After last class
Where: Random Corridor
Who: kNock and Kissy
What: A long overdue meeting.

Francis Knock: Back alley Henchman, Man Friday, Go to Guy… innocuous student. The imp was many things, to different people. What he was, what he intended to be, to this little girl, this faerie creature, was something far different than what he was to Grey or Sergio. Though from the outside looking in, it might not truly seem so different. He would sip from her shoe as quickly as licking the underside of Sergio’s.

It had taken a while (everything worthwhile usually did), but she had eventually taken notice. With her head in the clouds as it often was however, he’d had to resort to near drastic measures, unfortunately. Nothing too over the top, but it had been a risk the imp didn’t often like to take for his own benefit, even if he sometimes could not help himself. It hadn’t unfortunately however, played out exactly as he’d envisioned, Kissy after all, being fae, and a talented dancer, was far too graceful to fall into his arms. Instead, she caught herself, but not before reaching out and brushing against him. It was so subtle surely no one else had noticed how he’d moved his seat just slightly into her path. KNock hated drawing attention to himself, but… desperate measures as they say.

After that Kissy had made a point of noticing him. She smiled then, every time she saw him. She waved as often as she could, without scattering all of her belongings on the floor. Never mind that when she believed him to be someone named Harry. She didn’t see him even half the time that he was around however. KNock more often then not was in the shadows, and often behind the bubbly fae. In this manner, he’d accrued quite a collection of barrettes, earring, and other girly baubles.

Today, she had yet to notice him, and kNock might actually have been content in just continuing on as he always did, quietly gathering small bits of memorabilia to add to his accumulation. But she was losing too much, and things of value and importance. Maybe she’d even be grateful to him. Of course she would. And she’d show her appreciation in the most wonderful ways.

He smiled… Her sweet scent always made him smile… and tapped her on the shoulder. “You’ve lost a few things.” He said, turning his hands up to show her what he’d gathered in her wake.
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