Re: (After)life: Nel L & Lear L
It was true. The woman on the sofa wasn't normally a woman. Technically, she wasn't a person either. Not always. If Lear was better at this, he would've thought to construe his physicality as feminine, but, he tended to stick to his one shape, in spite of the ability to take on others. It took a lot of concentration to do, which was why he tended, when he did shift, to mirror someone he'd seen in a near-approximation. His own shape, the man, was the only one he'd ever created from scratch. It was an unchanging shape, however. Unlike his sister here, he didn't age. It could bear the effects of things like injury or hunger, but it didn't change, fundamentally. So, this was a bit of effort. Enough, that he didn't even think to press the wife-beater between his tits, though they were sizable and attractive, with these nice dark nipples.
The lighter offered was hefted into soft palm, and Lear, the woman, let dark eyes meet Nel's. "Swedish," he replied, though he could have agreed. It wouldn't have mattered. He picked on or the other, depending on his mood. He even did Danish sometimes.—The lighter was more interesting than his origins, so he looked at it in his palm, reading the inscription with amusement. He lit the cigarette then, sucking on it to bring the embers into tobacco and to bring smoke down flue of throat. Exhaling through his nose, he set the lighter back where Nel had set it.
Fingers v-ing around cigarette butt, the woman placed an elbow on her knee and propped her chin in accompanying palm. "I thought you would." Her smile was coquettish, but predatory, and after another drag, the woman tipped her head back to exhale toward the ceiling. She licked her lips and sat back on the couch. "If you didn't, I thought you'd at least fuck me. Aren't I your type?" Cherry-bright end of cigarette fluttered downward as Lear gestured at himself, at his curves, at his tits with nipples visible through cotton. He grinned, she grinned. Dark eyes turned a sea-churn green-blue, the effect discomfiting. "Did you miss me, sis?"