a private role-play

I'm standing by a store window, looking inside of it and gawking at the TV’s. I’m swaying back and forth with the light autumn breeze that is rolling down the sidewalk. As the red and brown leaves rustle by, I look at them, my eyes focusing on them, my pupils constricting. I look back at the TV’s, just stare at them in awe and wonder as I watch the pixels move and change colors. I’m not even watching the whole screen itself, just one pixel at a time. After about 20 minutes I finally blink for the first time and move on to staring at the neon sign as it flashes “TV’s for sale!”. I watch as the gas lights up then dims out of existence, only to come back to life a few seconds later. I have to take a step when a strong gust of wind tips my balance and my long black hair whips violently in the wind. I shake my head to get the tangled mess out of my line of sight.
“God, fucking damn it.” I say to myself in a deep rough gravelly smokers voice but from my appearance you can tell that I'm not a smoker yet my voice is very very deep and rough. I swipe the last of my hair out of my eyes with my hand. “I really need to get this mop cut off...”
I continue to walk down the sidewalk. People are looking at me weird. Even though the temperature is really cold all I'm wearing is a white wife beater and jeans and I just walk down the sidewalk, watching as the leaves race along with me as if to show me the path. I watch them tumble by, thinking to myself They kind of lead the life I do. I think of how my life as a human has just kind of tumbled along with nothing of meaning or purpose whatsoever and just kind of smile at the thought. I keep walking, breathing in the cool crisp air and I close my eyes, enjoying the smell. Even if i'm a demon....there is nothing like the smell of a humans autumn season. I smile only slightly then it disappears and I continue walking along the sidewalk.

“Keep staring like that. It won’t take long for them to notice you’re not exactly normal.” The voice is unfamiliar, a soft, smoky voice that crackles like a campfire. A few seconds later, it’s owner landsa few yards away from him in a deep crouch, bare-feet first, and straightensup to introduce herself.
“Yes, I know what you are, Demon Boy. Don’t make faces.” The woman smirks complacently at him, as though taking his lack of a response as confirmation. She is younger than her deep tones would imply, possibly her early twenties. The small, pixyish face is smooth and unlined, the bone structure underneath delicate and fragile looking like a porcelain doll’s. As she comes closer to him, he can see her eyes are curiously deep-set and catlike in shape, their violet irises shallow and indefinite looking. Her eyelashes are long but a lack of pigment has turned them a snowy white, matching skin as pale as bone china. Her hair is the same creamy shade, falling down to her waist in soft ringlets. Despite the bleached skin tone, her eyelids and lips have both been painted a shiny black.

I smirk and laugh a little.
“Yeah, don't worry i know who you are too, Maisi.” I say and turn to look at the LED sign thats blinking above our heads, my pupils focusing on it.
“Even though i have been on this earth for 22 years...things still...amaze me...like this.” I pull out my cell phone. “I have no idea how it works,” I say as I open it. “I get the basics...as in people can call, or...texsssst me. ” I over pronouncing the “s” sound on the end of the “x” and look at it.
“Everything that the humans have done with this planet have kind of amazes me...did you know that they can fly now?” I say looking at her, amazement swirling around in my eyes. “I mean, for fuck’s sake- I can't even fly yet....how these creatures are able to do it i have no idea.”

For the first time, their eyes meet directly and Maisi feels a shiver and slight shock go through her body. She winces a little, even though the feeling isn't exactly unpleasant. When he pullsout his phone to show her, she merely chuckles, a deep throaty sound.
"What does someone like you have need for texting for?" She asks, her tones slightly mocking. Than, seeing the look on his face, her voice softens. She takes the phone out of his hand and examines it.
"It's not quite as complex as you think." She explains, turning it over a few times in her hand. "And the flight thing, well it kind of sucks. Trust me. Humans aren't all that great, Demon Boy. They only really see what they want to see and tend to ignore everything else." It is now that he realizes just how strangely she is dressed. Her white legs are completely bare and her shirt appears to be some kind of straight jacket, all the buckles and straps hanging loose around her. Like him, the chilling weather has no effect on her, though a normal human of such small stature would be shuddering from the cold. She carelessly tosses his phone back to him, and jerks her chin in the direction of the people on the streets.
"To them, you look kind of like some retard who just escaped from his handler. You might want to cover up a bit before someone decides to take matters into their own hands, eh?"

“I could say the same for you little one....and I would not say anything about a retard who has escaped....you’re in a straight jacket...where did you escape from?” I say, gently nudging you to walk with me as i walk past you down the alley. I shuffle along, looking at the damp moss covered brick, my demonic eyes catching every single little dent and ridge and moisture covered detail of the moss. I let my eyes augment the details so that the moss covers my entire vision immersing myself in its detail waiting for your answer before I let my eyes field of vision return to normal. I blink, letting my eyes refocus the lighting of the alley and everything slides back into view. I have made my mind work my body like a computer, making everything run in processes. My demonic mind is fast enough to handle the amount of information that it requires to process everything that I see, hear, and touch. Suddenly, I flick my hand and I switch my senses so that I can touch with my eyes, looking at the ridges and bumps in the brick and the wet moisture on the moss then I switch them back to normal. I turn and look at you still waiting for your answer, not noticing that only 3 seconds have passed.

Maisi merely chuckles at his response, but offers no real explanation of her own.
"What straight jacket?" She asks coyly. Her eyes are on him as he surveys the scene around them, studying him the way he studies every dent and crack in the ground below him. She seems amused by the way his eyes flash and turn.
"That's another thing: most humans don't tend to treat their own mind like some type of computer." She walks alongside him for a bit, then suddenly grabs his arm as though to stop him.
"Walking bores me." She announces with a yawn. "Let's go somewhere else. Even if you can't fly, I assume you know how to jump, can't you?" Without waiting for an explanation, she suddenly takes off, sprinting towards a trash bin pushed against the wall up ahead of them. With a well timed leap, she launches herself into the air and propels herself off the side off the side of the bin with her feet, using the momentum to land a few feet above it on the chain link fence that lines the exit way of the alley. The fence rattles as she bounces off of it and grabs onto the edge of a rooftop hanging a few feet above her head. Without missing a beat, she swings her body onto the roof in one single, smooth motion and her muscles relax into a crouch. She watches him, tilting her head expectantly.
"Are you coming or not?"

I look at her and a sparkling blue cloud starts to form around me. She hears a high pitched sound emanate from my body then with a flash and a slight pop I disappear. The same effect happens right next to her and my body reconstructs itself. She sees every single little atom and molecule form and bind together in a split second, then with another flash my body solidifies and a cloud moves outward from me with force that almost knocks her off the roof.
“Who jumps or runs?” I smile at her and look at the other roof top. The same thing happens and I appear on the other roof, smiling and waving at her. tSuddenly, I look out over the city.
“Were you expecting company?...because there are an awful lot of people talking about you.”

Maisi smiles even as the cloud sends her tumbling. She catches herself at the edge of the roof and rights herself, swiveling around to see him waving smugly at her from the next building over. In a way that seems very fitting to her, she lands upright and on both feet, not a single white hair out of place.
"Wow, Demon Boy's got some moves!" She laughs raucously and loudly, and launches herself over the side of the building to join him. Her movements have a sort of liquid grace to them, every muscles contracting and working beneath the silky skin. She lands a few feet away and crosses her feet beneath her, looking comfortable. With a slightly flirtatious grin, she pats the area next to her, indicating that he should join her.
"Handy skill. Though a bit lazy." She teases him, punctuating the comment with a wink. She glances over the rooftop at the city below, a slight frown marring her pretty features.
"I just got here," She told him, biting her lower lip. "No doubt more than one person has noticed me by now." She tugs at the sleeve of her jacket, examining one of the straps, before suddenly turning to him again.
"You said you've been here about 22 years now, am I right? You also never told me your name."

I smile.
“My name is Desmond Garth Niximus....or Desmond to my friends,” I motion to you and wink as I do so. “As long as you don't mind me considering you as a friend.” Iquickly grab your arm and you feel a massive yank as if you're being yanked through a tiny straw. We land about 100 yards away on another rooftop.

The feeling is like being shoved through a tiny, rubber tube. It forces the air out of her lungs and leaves her gasping. When they land, the room spins around her and suddenly she's knocked off balance and falls to her knees. The ground tilts beneath her and she stumbles to the edge of the building, making it there just in time to thrust her head over the side and vomit
all over the street below. Shaking, she stands up and faces him, wiping her mouth off on the back off her hand.
"Never do that again without warning me first." She tells him, coughing and eyes watering.

I come over and put a hand on your back gently.
“I...I’m sorry, I forget sometimes...are you okay?...did I hurt you?” I rub your back a little and pull your hair back on to the middle of your back, making sure that it does not get in the way. I continue to rub your back and look out over the city, looking at all the buildings and rooftops and the humans below skittering around like ants in the dirt. I turn my attention back to you and gently grab a stray strand of hair and pull it back.

Maisi freezes, obviously surprised by the show of kindness. She's not quite used to being touched, but doesn't stop him. Instead she slowly turns around to look at him, face to face, her cheeks slightly flushed with embarrassment at what she views as a show of weakness. Their eyes meet for just a few seconds as he brushes a lock of hair out of her face. Hesitantly, her hand finds his and holds it there, pressed against her cheek.
"You're a demon." She says, squeezing her eyes shut. It's not a question, but a statement. Her lower lip quivers and she bites down on it in agitation. Now that she's wiped away all the black lipstick, he can see her lips aren't white, but tinged slightly pink, like a photograph faded by the sun. "Why are you being so nice to me? Don't you realize who I am? What I am?"

I look you in the eyes and smile a little.
“I’m nice to you..because you have been kind to me...I know who and what you are...you're an angel and your name is Maisi...you were born in 56th plane of the underworld 239,784 years ago.” I start to gently rub my thumb against the soft white skin of your cheek and look directly into your eyes

Maisi blushes a deep red beneath his fingers. The color is unmistakable, it stands out like freshly spilt blood on snow. Even though there's no point in trying to hide it, she ducks her head just slightly as though worried he will see. It's a very human gesture. She takes a few seconds to enjoy his touch before pulling away, roughly shoving his hands back at him. It comes off as more hostile than she intends it to and she gives him an apologetic look.
"You don't see anything wrong with that?" She asks. She takes a second before turning her back on him and adding in a low voice: "You know things you shouldn't."

“I don't know why I know these things...I just...do, I guess.” I look at your back and feel the strong impulse to lay a hand on it and rub it gently. The impulse is so powerful that it rolls off of my body like a wave of energy and slides across the rooftop like a determined snake but I don't even notice it even as it rolls around your feet and gathers like a little pool of water. I reposition my stance as my knee starts to ache a little and I let my eyes travel up and down your amazing figure, letting my eyes gorge on every single detail: the way that your breaths are exactly 5.67 seconds from inhalation to exhale to the way the fabric of your coat weaves around other strands like a never ending maze that only leads to more mazes. Then I let my gaze meander to your white hair, watching it flow in the wind slightly as the separate strands dance in the wind like the dead leaves on the sidewalk. I allow my eyes to investigate further as I watch your hands. You play with you fingers. The way your snow white fingers simply dance around one another is like two birds gracefully dancing in the wind on a bright summer day. I let my eyes wander down to your legs...white and muscular. Probably from all the jumping and acrobatics, I think to myself. I can see the muscles rippling with you just simply standing there, they are at work holding you up. After my eyes are done feasting on your sight I let them change back to their original field of vision and blink as they augment the rest of the world around me. I still don't see the pool of the feeling, that I want to just hold you close to me and protect you, that has gathered close to your legs like a small puppy during the winter snuggling your legs for warmth and comfort.

"Hey, if you're going to stare at me like that, at least pay me for it." Maisi teases, winking coyly at him. Her mocking tones barely disguise the fact that her body's quivering a little under the intensity of his gaze. It's subtle enough that anyone who wasn't looking for it would miss it, but her hand movements become more rapid and nervous and her blush deepens ever so slightly. She quickly turns away, feeling waves of energy roll over her, his emotions so strong they reverberate off her skin. The feeling is warm and comforting, wrapping around her like a blanket. She closes her eyes and pauses, savoring the feeling the same way she'd savored the touch of his hand on her skin only a few moments before. After a while she suddenly turns away, crossing her in front of her chest defiantly.
"Heaven's been in an uproar the last twenty years." She tells him, not looking at him as she spoke. Her voice is stern, controlled. Her hands fall to her sides, her fists clenching and unclenching nervously as she speaks. "God decided to sleep for the next thousand years, leaving the arch angels in charge. Since then, it's just been chaos, corruption, the works. Just look around you. Even this world is falling apart. I thought coming here would be better, but it looks like I only traded in one chaos for another." She finally turns back to him, looking him dead in the eyes as she speaks. "A lot has changed since you left, Demon Boy."

my eyes remained on her not even listening as my mind slowed down time to just watch every single part of her as she moves and when my eyes noticed that she is talking i blink and let my mind return to normal and my mind catches up with what your talking about oh..well...yeah it has been pretty bad here...with the "debt": or what eve...but they have also had alot of different types of plagues and disasters ...the whole 9/11 thing...they still think that it was another country...but i tell you that its oddly depressing that they still don't believe in demons yet... because demons caused that..they just did a simple cover up for it...its really amazing that the humans didn't catch it" he says his eyes still focusing in on her smooth white neck and her pale arms and hands. then i let my eyes stop at your pink lips and my heart starts to pound and you feel the emotions roll across the roof faster as my heart beats faster and i think about kissing you and how amazing it would.....i close my eyes and and stop thinking about it but my heart continues to race sending out a faster pulse