Seaside Moors Everything has Changed

regretfully, even in silence there was very little boring about this man to bijou. she studied him in silent mirth as he steeled his nerves, breathing deep of the brine which doused their senses.

the scent of his own pelt betrayed him. coarse as it was, it lacked the salt which settled in deep along bijou's pelt. he was but a newcomer, passing through.

would anyone notice him then, if he was to go missing?

a broad smile then, as if she had not just thought of what his lifeblood might feel like beneath her feet. surely anyone who looked upon bijou would not see the tempest which raged beneath her blithe facade; she was bijou, ever-smiling and unsinkable.

"so it was from a lover then." bijou finished for him. if he was going to be silent, bijou would have to paint in the details herself -- and she delighted in piecing together bizarre storylines from sundry contextual clues. "i've got a few of those myself." the seafarer winked as she turned her hips to him, showing a bite line that raked down her haunch. "you don't look like you're afraid of a good time. did you kill him, then?" her eyes sparkled with interest, ready to imagine rosencrantz and his gay lover caught in the throes of violent, delightful sex -- only to cruelly end with the abrupt loosening of some vital vein...

beautiful.