Snippet #1944789

Sabine Marx

Sabine watched as the blonde touched her clip again. The flower. It seemed to be a nervous habit of her's. Did she have a problem trusting the integrity of the clip, or had it fallen out one too many times for her? He received his coat, leaving it folded over his arm rather than go to the bother of shrugging it back on. His eyes flicked over her face one last time, then he bowed to her and arranged his countenance into a slight smile. He could, when he wanted to. Usually he was to apathetic to try, but this game promised hours of entertainment, yes?

For good measure, as the slender male lifted his head back up he leaned forward slightly, His profile very close to the human's face, and he spoke in a soft drawling purr. "Keep a watch out for yourself, flower. You might meet another daemon, and I'm sure he probably won't be as kind as I am." His eyes flickered as he turned away, the ghost of the fake smile caressing his lips in amusement. Perhaps he still did want to scare her. He wanted a fearful reaction. But this time, he wasn't going to look back to see if he'd achieved his goal.

"It was a pleasure to meet you." He spoke over his shoulder as he walked off, graceful in a measured way. In his belly he knew he'd be back, and somehow that knowledge brought a mixture of emotions to his belly. Partly annoyance, a bit of real anger, which was mostly directed towards the third feeling, which was unidentifiable. The only thing he knew for certain was that it didn't fall in the lust category. But it wasn't affectionate in the way he held affection for little Lena, she was his rag doll, and this young woman, Haven, was no such thing. She was a mystery and a puzzle.

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James Dylor

Well, the not getting ripped apart sounded rather nice. James decided. But he still wasn't absolutely convinced that he wanted this...company. He preferred his singularity. Okay, no that wasn't true, he'd enjoyed the friendships he'd built when he was a human, even though they ended every time he'd had to move. The forty or so years he'd spent blending in with humans, moving from one primary school to another, then secondary school, then finally a array of high schools. Lykaes didn't age exactly like humans, and people would have become suspicious of his seeming eternal youth. But really. James always opted for suffering quietly, because it was easier. He could rely on himself well enough. He couldn't die, and if he let himself down, well, it'd be the very end of it and he wouldn't really have to worry about it anymore anyway.

"O-okay." He said as she belted his new agenda out in a gentle tone. It didn't seem to mix with what she said, but James was too tired to work things out at the moment. And well, it sounded kind of nice. It was pleasant having someone notice his condition and offer aid. It was nice to be cared about, even if it was by someone he wasn't entirely sure about, someone he barely knew. His eyes hit her face again, and an almost smile lifted up his tired face slightly.

Thank you, Miss." He spoke softly. He'd forgotten to call her as she'd requested, but oh well. Habits die hard, he supposed. no use in stumbling over himself to fix the mistake. It was like the fact that she'd been walking slightly behind him. it irritated him, admittedly. not that she was doing that, but because she had to do that. The human mindset, while still rather sexist, hadn't been that bad when he was living there. But he wasn't going to kick up a fuss over it. Now, at least. If she was going to be 'companioning' him, or whatever the heck it was that she was going to do to keep his body intact and the King's floors free of his blood, he was going to set some things down about all the silly customs of the Lykaes. He wasn't having that, it'd probably make his head explode. or something like that. But with less explosions, because explosions required cleaning.

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Sabine Marx

Shortly after he strolled down Haven's street and disappeared from her view, Sabine was walking briskly back towards home, pulling his jacket back over his shoulders. he looked slightly ruffled, as well as slightly distracted, but other than that he still held the same air. Quickly he re-entered his manor without a word. he was...reflecting. He stepped swiftly up to his quarters and settled down in his luxurious chair, the one that sat next to one of the windows. It was curtained at the moment.

The tall platinum blonde did not seem to notice the absence of his personal servant, and when one of the lower servants entered his room after a tentative knock, Sabine sent him away with a glare before looking back down at his book. He was two hundred pages from finishing. Visibly he still looked tired a a touch haunted, and his hair was slightly mussed, which was unusual for him. Usually he looked absolutely impeccable at all times.

He was obviously displeased about something.