thomas raith is pretty and knows it (thomasraith) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2013-06-22 09:20:00 |
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Entry tags: | !closed, ~izzy shaw |
Who: Thomas Raith & Izzy Shaw
What: Getting something to eat.
Where: Around
When: Post-dated after running across Neil Hurley
Warnings | Status: High, for allusions to sex | in progress
Taking a sip of a drink was never as satisfying as taking a long, deep pull from the glass. No, it was more of a tease, just a taste, and left one thirsting for more. That was how Thomas' previous encounter with Neil Hurley had gone. The man reacted as Thomas predicted and though it was fun to tease him in the moment it had also stirred the demon inside him. Thomas' Hunger grumbled its presence and set that knot in his gut burning, alive with need. With desire. With lust. Thomas kept it under control for the most part, denying it authority, denying it permission to act as it would, but he wasn't perfect and though he had a lot of control sometimes there were just things that couldn't be contained.
He strode through the city with no real purpose in mind--Harry had wanted to be alone to work on some magical thing or other, and Thomas didn't want to sit around waiting to die--so he took a self guided tour. Best to learn his surroundings after all, figure out the people and do something slightly productive. Like get a gun. Or three. It was eerie to walk through an abandoned city, there were residents here according to Harry, but it seemed a chance in high hell to run across someone in the same locale that you walked in. Which was fine, as Thomas was feeling a little off anyway. Or on, as it were, his eyes had taken a slightly more pale color than they had any right to be, and he seemed to gleam with a subtle.. glow.
But for all that he looked at ease, perfectly comfortable, and casual in his own skin and in this abandoned city. He was dressed casually, in a white button down shirt and jeans. His dark hair curled a bit, and he moved with the ease of a dancer, and the grace of a predator. Not even the random exit a stranger from a craft's store could stall him, or throw him off guard, but he did look. He hesitated for the space of three seconds then raised a hand to hail her down as he crossed the road and moved to her side of the street.
"Excuse me?" he said, offering a winning smile, "could you help me?"