Re: (After)life: Nel L & Lear L
Describing herself as a predator was something Nel was unlikely to do, as it would play into all the fated nonsense she'd escaped to avoid. But she was no fool, and she was perfectly aware that her brother hadn't cultivated the same tendency to be fondly entertained with the little people they lived among. She knew this because she'd heard the stories. Early on, the tales had come to her island about the snake in the water, and she'd known. She'd been quite terribly young then, and she'd been desperately deadly, and she'd recognized like in the tales that the natives regaled her with. Nel had, however, left behind her island paradise and those beautiful bodies and souls, dark and syrupy and with beliefs so deep that she could taste them as she devoured them. She'd been reluctant to go, but she had done, and she saw reflections of who she'd been in the man on the couch. "After a while, dearest, you've had so much pussy that quality becomes important," she said, again, throwaway, and she wasn't actually attempting to convince him of anything.
She sat back down upon the couch, and the brown paper of the cigarillo burned down between her pale fingers. She knew she was being watched, and worship was second-nature to the little girl who'd been promised a kingdom of worshipers. That was the hardest part of being in this tiny, rural town. No rituals she could claim for her own here, and it would be a challenge to find souls. Oddly enough, she relished the challenge. "Hmm," she said of his purportedly intact skin, and she tucked the cigarillo into the corner of her mouth and undid the buttons on the vest with one hand and long fingers. "No, I expect you don't usually go hungry. It's a small town. You'll draw attention here," she said, and her demeanor said it was his risk to take. When your siblings were a snake and a wolf, a person tended to not develop an overly protective streak. Which wasn't to say she wouldn't kill anyone who attempted to kill him, but she'd let him trip over his own dumb mistakes, should it come to that.
She didn't turn her head as he circled behind her, and she didn't sit forward. All she did was turn her head to inhale his exhale, and she had the cigarillo back between her fingers now. "You knew how to find me. Am I meant to believe you've no idea what I've been doing? You did choose a female form," she reminded him, turning slightly on the couch and reaching back to brush her thumb over his ample lower lip. "Don't eat the entire town. Hmmm? For old time's sake."