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Laura Moon (spitandviolets) wrote in mirage_rpg,

"So few words? Interesting. I'd heard that you were chatty. Ah well. And you needn't feel obligated to call me madamoiselle. I was teasing you, for the most part." His reaction was fascinating. He was so quiet, so still. She wished that she could read minds. If she had that power, she would be unstoppable - perhaps that was why fate had seen fit to deny it.

He didn't seem like the great and terrible evil that she was expecting. Then again, he was very much like Loki. Smooth, probably silver tongued. A devil. She hadn't met many, but she figured that was what they would have been like. At least he was intelligent, and at least he would understand a warning. He might not like it, but there was probably some base survival instinct that would lead him to act in his own best interest. Abiding by any condition Laura gave was usually in someone's own best interest.

If she had known what he thought of her, though, she would have been very upset. Disgusting and horrid were not words that applied to her. She tried very hard to be human. She wasn't THAT dead. She'd had Norn water only three or four days ago. She wasn't that badly decaying. Still, some people were sensitive to such things. She didn't care, and she'd still get angry, but some people had very delicate noses. When he took her hand, he'd find that it was quite firmly rooted in place. Her grip was almost a little too strong. Laura Moon was no delicate corpse. She was, however, as cold as ice. Her skin was frigid, like she was made from stone that had been kept in a freezer. It was also a tad clammy. She smirked, looking up his arm to his face, those dark eyes of hers staring into his own. His warmth was exquisite. Her grip lingered just a little bit longer than was comfortable. She was practically trying to leech the heat out of him; she had no qualms about touching someone like this who touched her first.

There was something almost evil about her look. It was unsettling. Her eyes never blinked, so they stared into his face, locked on his eyes. She did not have the social politesse any longer to think to pull away. "You must have walked a long way. You're so warm. And the blood in your veins, it's positively racing." She focused. His heartbeat was a little faster than usual. She could feel the blood moving through him with each beat. As she concentrated harder, she could feel the plasma moving and the red blood cells floating within it; she could sense an individual blood cell moving through a capillary. Laura had no love of blood, but she loved that human warmth, that...life. Her own veins were less than silent; they were that screeching, hollow, empty silence that bothered her. There was little in them anymore, let alone anything that could, even in theory, move.

"What are you up to, out here all by yourself? Enjoying the weather? How are you finding Mirage? I'm glad I got to run into you. I think you got the wrong impression of me the other day. I hope to set the record straight."