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Post by Devlin Tempest on Dec 29, 2010 20:03:57 GMT
“Don’t have one,” I shrugged. Actually, I had a big one. Being a vampire, you tend to live a long time, which in turn gives you one hell of a story to tell. But, in all fairness, we’d just met and I wasn’t sure if I liked her. Loved her attitude though. “I gotta ask, what’s with the hair? Afraid of scissors?” I raised my eyebrows at the curly mess flowing down past her waist.
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Post by Frankie Blake on Dec 29, 2010 20:25:24 GMT
I loved my hair. It had that kind of natural 'just fucked' look. I also liked it long cause I could do almost anything with it. "oh trust me, scissors are something I'm not afraid to use," I said. I needed something on him. His hair was a mess but I couldn't say much. "what's with the eyes?" I asked. "are you some sort of zombie?"
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Post by Devlin Tempest on Dec 29, 2010 20:30:17 GMT
I grinned crookedly. "Zombie, eh? Close, very close." I chuckled darkly and lay back against the tree. "Compared to that mess of hair, my eyes are completely normal." I sighed, realizing I'd just admitted they weren't normal. "Silver's my natural colour." I told her pointedly. "If you look closely, you'll see it moves like liquid. I guess you're going to go telling me you're a natural blond now, eh?" She looked like she was getting more and more pissed with each word I said. Good. I was glad.
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Post by Frankie Blake on Dec 29, 2010 20:51:07 GMT
"That is my natural hair colour" I shrugged. He's such an asshole. I'd so punch him if I thought he was worth it. "so if your not a Paramore fan then what do you like?" music was the one topic I would accept criticism on.
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Post by Devlin Tempest on Dec 29, 2010 21:00:03 GMT
"Not the music type," I lied, and she looked a little taken aback by my answer. Like I'd just slapped her in the face. I grinned, enjoying her expression. "Whats the matter Barbie? Do you mind if I call you Barbie?" I asked. She had to know I was going to do it anyway. Whether she liked it or not.
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Post by Frankie Blake on Dec 29, 2010 21:11:16 GMT
"Barbie? Really?" I raised an eyebrow. "Is that the best you could do?" The amount of times I'd been called Barbie when really we had nothing in common. "First off, Barbie is not a natural blonde. Her hair isnt even real. Either are her boobs. And Barbie falls in love with a guy with no dick. I don't do love, or guys for that matter."
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Post by Devlin Tempest on Dec 29, 2010 21:21:48 GMT
"Ah," I nodded, grinning. "So Barbie's perfect for you then." She looked a little agitated. I chuckled darkly and sighed. "Ever had a problem you couldn't tell anyone, Barbie?" I asked, letting my head loll back as I closed my eyes.
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Post by Frankie Blake on Dec 29, 2010 21:32:40 GMT
Barbie wasn't as bothering to be called as one would think. "I have a few of those" I shrugged, not even contemplating telling him and of them. "something bothering you Temperance?" I asked casually.
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Post by Devlin Tempest on Dec 29, 2010 21:39:33 GMT
I picked my head up again, and watched her expressions change. I casually tilted my head, wondering if I should tell her or not. Its not like it was a big deal, but still... Should I enlighten her? Nah. "Yeah, your shoelace." I improvised, sighing. Her lace, it was undone. I let my head fall back again lazily.
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Post by Frankie Blake on Dec 29, 2010 21:53:01 GMT
I looked down at my almost knee high Docs that I hadn't bothered tying anyways. It wasn't like the laces would ever trip me up. "You tie them if it bothers you so much" I shrugged.
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Post by Devlin Tempest on Dec 29, 2010 22:03:41 GMT
I frowned. "Alright, fine," I leaned in and took her laces in my hands, half expecting her to shove me away at any moment. Evidentially, I was wrong. She didn't shove me away; she actually let me tie her laces I felt a little annoyed, but was grinning crookedly nonetheless as I moved onto the next foot, as standard shoe-lace tying procedure would involve. "There," I sighed when I'd finised, "much better, Barbie."
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Post by Frankie Blake on Dec 29, 2010 22:21:22 GMT
I thought about kicking him in the chin. I didn't expect him to tie my laces but as long as that was all he did, I didn't mind. "you know what?" I grinned. "I think you'd be more of a Edward Cullen sparkly vampire than a zombie"
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Post by Devlin Tempest on Dec 29, 2010 23:03:56 GMT
"Funny you should say that," I muttered, more to myself than her. "But as you can see," I held my hand out into the blistering sun, showing her my noticeable lack of sparkle. "I don't sparkle." Well, on the outside. "What about you?" I asked, flicking at a piece of her hair. "Put on a pointy black hat and you're a witch, Barbie." I grinned, but noticed caution flash in her eyes, and my eyes in turn, narrowed inquisitively.
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Post by Frankie Blake on Dec 29, 2010 23:27:16 GMT
"Change that 'w' to a 'b' and you nailed it Temperance" I grinned, regaining my composure. I hated when people made passive comments like that. "What's with the ring?" I asked, noticing the silver ring he was wearing. It had blue sapphires on it.
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Post by Devlin Tempest on Dec 29, 2010 23:38:34 GMT
"Family heirloom," I told her, glancing down at the ring. Dotted around the large face of the ring, were several glassy sapphires that glistened in the afternoon sunshine. "Priceless," I added under my breath, clenching my hand into a fist in order to secure it. "You got any heirlooms?" I quizzed socially.
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