<div><span style="color:#40ff00;">A</span><span style="color:#40fc00;"> </span><span style="color:#3ff900;">h</span><span style="color:#3ff600;">e</span><span style="color:#3ef300;">a</span><span style="color:#3ef100;">r</span><span style="color:#3dee00;">t</span><span style="color:#3deb01;"> </span><span style="color:#3ce801;">w</span><span style="color:#3ce501;">h</span><span style="color:#3be201;">o</span><span style="color:#3bdf01;"> </span><span style="color:#3bdc01;">p</span><span style="color:#3ada01;">u</span><span style="color:#3ad701;">m</span><span style="color:#39d401;">p</span><span style="color:#39d101;">s</span><span style="color:#38ce01;"> </span><span style="color:#38cb01;">t</span><span style="color:#37c802;">o</span><span style="color:#37c502;">x</span><span style="color:#36c202;">i</span><span style="color:#36c002;">c</span><span style="color:#36bd02;"> </span><span style="color:#35ba02;">b</span><span style="color:#35b702;">l</span><span style="color:#34b402;">o</span><span style="color:#34b102;">o</span><span style="color:#33ae02;">d</span><span style="color:#33ab02;">,</span><span style="color:#32a802;"> </span><span style="color:#32a603;">a</span><span style="color:#31a303;">n</span><span style="color:#31a003;">d</span><span style="color:#319d03;"> </span><span style="color:#309a03;">a</span><span style="color:#309703;"> </span><span style="color:#2f9403;">c</span><span style="color:#2f9103;">a</span><span style="color:#2e8f03;">l</span><span style="color:#2e8c03;">c</span><span style="color:#2d8903;">u</span><span style="color:#2d8603;">l</span><span style="color:#2c8304;">a</span><span style="color:#2c8004;">t</span><span style="color:#2c7d04;">i</span><span style="color:#2b7a04;">n</span><span style="color:#2b7704;">g</span><span style="color:#2a7504;"> </span><span style="color:#2a7204;">b</span><span style="color:#296f04;">r</span><span style="color:#296c04;">a</span><span style="color:#286904;">i</span><span style="color:#286604;">n</span><span style="color:#286304;"> </span><span style="color:#276004;">t</span><span style="color:#275e05;">h</span><span style="color:#265b05;">a</span><span style="color:#265805;">t</span><span style="color:#255505;"> </span><span style="color:#255205;">w</span><span style="color:#244f05;">o</span><span style="color:#244c05;">n</span><span style="color:#234905;">d</span><span style="color:#234605;">e</span><span style="color:#234405;">r</span><span style="color:#224105;">s</span><span style="color:#223e05;"> </span><span style="color:#213b06;">h</span><span style="color:#213806;">o</span><span style="color:#203506;">w</span><span style="color:#203206;"> </span><span style="color:#1f2f06;">t</span><span style="color:#1f2c06;">o</span><span style="color:#1e2a06;"> </span><span style="color:#1e2706;">s</span><span style="color:#1e2406;">p</span><span style="color:#1d2106;">i</span><span style="color:#1d1e06;">l</span><span style="color:#1c1b06;">l</span><span style="color:#1c1807;"> </span><span style="color:#1b1507;">y</span><span style="color:#1b1307;">o</span><span style="color:#1a1007;">u</span><span style="color:#1a0d07;">r</span><span style="color:#190a07;">s</span><span style="color:#190707;">.</span></div>
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Ooc — Xandir or just X
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November 15, 2014, 07:26 PM
◆my god, I think im in love with Ivev...◆
The hidden truth remained still in the air, and Vector heard her holding back. She was holding back from him. Instead of anger, the recon's mind began its everlasting job of attempting to piece together the story.
Her story.
"Ivev", he called to her softly, the accented voice of his making her name alone, seem exotic.
"Talk to me,..I promised you protection. A thing I do not take for granted is my promises. "
His voice, it had concealed the concern he held for the fae, the desire to find her pain, and bring an eternity of torture to it. With his lazer like emerald optics, the russian continued to spear the darkness, until he heard her scoot over for him. Oblidging, he flattened and thinned his muscular form, fitting snuggly next to hers.
Wait...no.
No.
The moment he received contact with her body, he mistakenly inhaled the true and unmasked scent of her wound,...and the other scent that came along with it.
A scent he knew. A scent who had become branded within his time of Noctisardor Bypass.
The scent of Hadrian's stale saliva.
Before he could prevent himself from reacting, his body tensed, already prepared for a fight.
Damn, he should have known this would happen. His brain had pieced her words together, fibally working out the meaning behind them.
..I shouldnt've never taken you up on that offer to stay here.
Chert.
Slowly, he retched himself from the den, his movements forced.
Let this be a mistake. A misunderstood happening.
A mistake.
"Ivev, show yourself. Come out."
If the assassin could have helped himself, he would not have had the words sound like a command, but merely a suggestion. Alas, he could not, and the more he pushed, the more his anger pulled, lulling him to see the world in a slowly familiar and sickening crimson.
"Out. Now."
The hidden truth remained still in the air, and Vector heard her holding back. She was holding back from him. Instead of anger, the recon's mind began its everlasting job of attempting to piece together the story.
Her story.
"Ivev", he called to her softly, the accented voice of his making her name alone, seem exotic.
"Talk to me,..I promised you protection. A thing I do not take for granted is my promises. "
His voice, it had concealed the concern he held for the fae, the desire to find her pain, and bring an eternity of torture to it. With his lazer like emerald optics, the russian continued to spear the darkness, until he heard her scoot over for him. Oblidging, he flattened and thinned his muscular form, fitting snuggly next to hers.
Wait...no.
No.
The moment he received contact with her body, he mistakenly inhaled the true and unmasked scent of her wound,...and the other scent that came along with it.
A scent he knew. A scent who had become branded within his time of Noctisardor Bypass.
The scent of Hadrian's stale saliva.
Before he could prevent himself from reacting, his body tensed, already prepared for a fight.
Damn, he should have known this would happen. His brain had pieced her words together, fibally working out the meaning behind them.
..I shouldnt've never taken you up on that offer to stay here.
Chert.
Slowly, he retched himself from the den, his movements forced.
Let this be a mistake. A misunderstood happening.
A mistake.
"Ivev, show yourself. Come out."
If the assassin could have helped himself, he would not have had the words sound like a command, but merely a suggestion. Alas, he could not, and the more he pushed, the more his anger pulled, lulling him to see the world in a slowly familiar and sickening crimson.
"Out. Now."
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RE: kvet - by Vector - November 15, 2014, 07:26 PM