
Posted by ill on December 1, 2008, 2:00 pm
192.149.97.50

His stocky frame shifted as Ill leaned his weight onto one side rather than the other. Oh, of course he was interested in the outcome of this conversation. Who wouldn’t be? But there was no reason he wouldn’t be comfortable while the mare figured out whether or not she should trust Ill. (She shouldn’t.) And it would be even more of a delight to watch her emotions play across her face and eyes, working in some delightful manner as she attempted to figure out his true purpose. (She wouldn’t.)
Not that I’m saying either my assumptions are true.
Er. Yea.
So the white snake merely sat, watching her take her minute to respond. Watching the sky grow darker, the waves lap higher, the birds sing softer. The tell-tale signs that they were truly becoming isolated and alone. He wondered what her reactions would be then.
‘The sea is certainly mesmerising.’ Ill paused, his left eye shifting over her frame. His right was still flickering unnaturally in circles. But there was nothing truly calculating in his gaze yet. There was no definite decision he’d made to toy with her. So, for once, Ill just is looking for conversation? ‘I find that I am lured back to it always, in spite of myself. It is calm and violent. It is, in some ways, a similar friend.’
ill DEEDS;
4 years
something
white
QUEENofHEARTS
xkhx morphine
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