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[DAMION RACHER]

[atrb=style,border: 2px solid #000000;][bg=C4C4C4][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=width,20%][atrb=vAlign,top][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,3,true][atrb=background, i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk147/Subtle_Mystery/9-1-1.jpg] And who do you think you are runnin' round leaving scars Collecting your jar of hearts words numbers go here tagged peoples here music tunes in here comments a quick comment "Ready, Misery?" The white Pokemon crouched beside him nodded with just the slighest inclination of her head, red eyes gleaming eagerly as Damion stood and rested his weight against the tree. The contact of his hand on Misery's coat had been fleeting, but affectionate, and Misery knew it meant more than the simple first touch. As he stood, Scar settled herself around his neck, her body seeming to almost blend to the leather jacket so that she looked a part of it. Damion himself looking like the lowest of the low with Furret fur lacing his jacket. Whatever people thought of him however, Damion hardly cared. The slightest smile twitched his lips as he heard a squeal behind them, the female scream letting him know that Tragedy had done his job. The clock was ticking, and Damion listened for the sounds of running, time it, time it. "Go." He growled to the pokemon beside him, but Misery needed no further prompting than the sounds as she pounced from the brush in a whirlwind of movement and snarling as she skidded infront of the victim. The girl screamed again, and there was cussing too. Two trainers? Perhaps. If that was the case, this would be his lucky, lucky day. Misery snarled again, and lunged for the girl, while Tragedy cackled and appeared behind them stopping them from going in either direction. The terror built, to an incredible tension and Damion's eyes gleamed behind the glasses perched on his nose before he finally stepped out into the open, boots crunching softly on the underbrush. An imposing figure he made indeed, with the "dead" creature around his neck, one hand absently tossing a Pokeball up into the air and catching it. "Well, well, well." He murmured softly, mockery dancing in his tone as he looked over his two victims. If they weren't trainers, then he'd just demand something else of them. Misery snarled and lunged again, and Damion chuckled. "Now, now Misery. You can take them apart if they don't give us what they want." If there was any doubt as to whether Misery was his or not, they were banished as the Absol growled and subsided, keeping her feet firmly planted in the way of the trainers. Damion's blue eyes flickered back to the pair of them, a sneer twisting his lips as he let his eyes lazily drift over them. As though wondering what it was he wanted. "I'll have your pokemon, now." The command was punctuated by a snarl from Misery, and Damion chuckled again. It was brilliant, the thrill, the eagerness to take and make them unhappy. They were far enough from a town that he remained low-key, for who would really believe their pokemon had been stolen? Later, he'd stroll back towards his home-town. Now, he had Pokemon to claim. Flexing his gloved fingers impatiently, Damion's sneer was only echoed by the quiet snarling of Misery. "Come now, she likes to tear people apart, and I'll have to let her if you don't hand them over."

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[quil]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=padding,0,true][bg=000000][atrb=background,http://i54.tinypic.com/21lsi2t.jpg] I keep forgetting when the earth turned slowly So I just waited til the lights come on again Maybe trying to fly to Fortree City under such circumstances like pouring rain and heavy wind was not the smartest idea, especially not without fully knowing where he was going, but – Quil liked his share of adventure and taking the ship to Slateport sounded much too mundane and ordinary. How many times had he done that, taking the easy way out? Plus, if he was going to try to make it over to Unova and visit his old friend Jack, he had to save what money he had. “Well… at least we made it out of the storm…” He sighed to the vibrava that was holding his arms suspended, one-hundred feet above ground – and although this arrangement no longer fazed him, he did have to thank Churro extra in not dropping him when they had been caught in the ugly weather. Thankfully, it was mostly calm in the current area (apart from the few interceding pelipper and wingull). “I guess I’m being honest when I say I have absolutely no clue where we are,” At this revelation, Churro merely made a low grunting noise and continued to fly aimlessly; sure, the vibrava had had to brave through the pelting rain whilst trying to keep his trainer safe, all of this thanks to said trainer, but it’d be downright rude to drop him from such a distance! Not that he was thinking of it or anything. Both of them knew not where they were going, and though one would think flying from his hometown to the next nearest city would have been easy, Quil wasn’t even sure whether or not he had passed Fortree. An adventure amiss, but still an adventure nonetheless! Though currently they’d been flying in the humdrum for hours… And then… there was a scream. What was that? He peered down at the vast expanse of forest trees. Somewhere below, someone had screamed – and some other voices could be heard, though he couldn’t pick out any words, but the fact of the matter was that there were actual people roaming around which meant that they most certainly must know where they were going! And if he could ask them for directions, that would be great. The scream was unexplainable, but maybe once he found them… “Over there!” From a clearing in the forest he could make out four dots... or maybe five if the seemingly floating blob counted. Were they about to engage in a pokemon battle? Or perhaps one had already started? Better to find out. He kicked out a leg and motioned towards the direction he could see them, prompting his vibrava to fly low until Quil could make out their shapes more clearly – three people, two young women and another young man, and two pokemon, one an absol and the other a duskull. So that was probably why anyone would have screamed – both of those pokemon were scary in their own right. His next move was probably awkward, but if they discovered him floating there by a vibrava without saying anything, all three would have freaked out more, or at least thought he was incredibly strange – and so he called out in a boisterous voice, “Hey there! I don’t mean to interrupt! – Yeah, Churro, let’s just land here,” the pokemon slowly lowered its trainer until his two feet touched the ground, afterward hovering nearby, while Quil moved closer to the people and pokemon gathered around, “It’s just that I’m actually lost, so I was wondering if you guys could give me direc…tions.” As he turned to look at the two girls, the terror splashed on their faces was apparent – and he felt a sudden chill run down his spine, but the presence of the disaster pokemon and the hovering ghost-type had nothing to do with it – rather, it was the sneering face of the blonde young gentleman. Now at this point, there was no turning back, for whatever what was currently happening, by being in the territory he had become part of the scene. He was never one to judge a book by its cover, but the man seemed pretty malevolent if he seemed intent on achieving the looks on the girls’ faces. Tilting his head to look at Churro, even the harsh glare on his pokemon’s face said all it needed for him to know that something wasn’t right. And yet… he just had to confirm it himself. “Sorry... was this a bad time?” WORDS;; more TAGS;; damion NOTES;; orz sorry, kinda went rambling off LYRICS;; spinning - jack's mannequinCREDIT;; to i k k i from OTE

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[DAMION RACHER]

[atrb=style,border: 2px solid #000000;][bg=C4C4C4][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=width,20%][atrb=vAlign,top][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,3,true][atrb=background, i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk147/Subtle_Mystery/9-1-1.jpg] And who do you think you are runnin' round leaving scars Collecting your jar of hearts words numbers go here tagged peoples here music tunes in here comments a quick comment As one, the Pokemon shifted their gaze to the boy now dropping in on his perfectly executed plan. For a moment, Damion's eyes flashed with cold, hard fury. Thankfully, he didn't have to snarl at the kid, because Misery beat him to it. The Absol snarled in her low, menacing way and her red eyes seemed to glimmer with eagerness. In the moment that she took the attention away from him, Damion recovered his good graces, allowing a smile to reach his face and smooth over the anger there. "Directions? Certainly, handsome, where were you going?" His voice was a study in pleasantry, low and even while Tragedy the Duskall hovered in the air with an evil look in his eye. "The ladies were asking directions too, but Misery doesn't much like women." The lie was as smooth as honey, Damion pushing away from the tree and running his hand over Scar's fur around his neck and shrugging one shoulder. He'd never been more proud of the Pokemon than when she remained completely still, not even twitching as he completed the movement. No doubt she was hoping one of the women would reach out to see if the fur was real... And then she'd strike. Damion found it easy to suddenly switch off the side of him that seemed filled with malice and dislike, instantly becoming the gentle, charming man. After a moment, he gave Quil a long, searching look. One that travelled from the boy's feet to his head, every glance seeming to have a second meaning aside from simply assessing him. As to whether he liked what he saw or not, that was for Damion's own mind. Outwardly, he simply let his lips quirk upwards in a mocking, but still somehow charming smile. "I confess, it is a bad time. I have been trying so very hard to train Misery not to attack like this... As you see, I am yet to reap the rewards." Damn, damn and double damnation. Another five minutes and he would have had another six, maybe another twelve pokemon to add to any collection he might have started. Another five damn minutes! This punk just had to come dropping in, asking for directions. Of all the damned luck. Still, he was a handsome bloke, play his cards right and he may have more than one conquest of the day. Done deal, he'd flirt with this young man, see if he could get some easy fun and if not, simply take his Pokemon instead. "Misery. Tragedy." Both Pokemon relaxed slightly, Misery's growls ceasing as she darted back to his side with a gesture while Damion swept a bow at the two women. "Sincerest apologies, ladies. You said you needed directions? I'll happily walk you to the nearest path." Hopefully unnoticed for the most part, Tragedy phased through the two young women, waving his arms at them and then turning promptly invisible to the human eye. This way, he could follow them, and if Damion needed him, he was right where he would be needed. "So sorry you had to see Misery behaving in such a manner." Lay it on, Damion. Lay it on.

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[quil]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=padding,0,true][bg=000000][atrb=background,http://i54.tinypic.com/21lsi2t.jpg] I keep forgetting when the earth turned slowly So I just waited til the lights come on again Eesh, Quil flinched at the terrorizing snarl that had come from the absol’s mouth. He knew absol generally weren’t very friendly types, but Misery sounded and looked as if there would be no second thoughts running through her head if she got the chance – he shuddered just thinking about it – to rip him to shreds or something of the like. Always watching, Churro’s eyes flashed to his trainer, waiting for the moment that a command allowing him to unleash an attack on the other could be called. However, much to Quil’s relief, as soon as the smile melded over the young man’s face, he felt himself slightly relax. “It’s okay, Churro.” He told his vibrava to wave away any thoughts of worry it looked like it was having. Churro grunted and appeared to back off from his aggressive stance, though being naturally mistrustful, still kept a wary eye on the other’s two pokemon as well as the trainer himself. “I… I’m actually trying to see where Fortree is from here... I got lost on my way from Lilycove.” He rubbed the back of his neck in a sheepish manner, ignoring for the most part the fact that he had just been called handsome – by a man, no less, which was something he was totally unused to – and hoping the other guy didn’t pen him as a moron for having no sense of direction. The young man’s next words, though, made him feel that much better. “Whew, am I glad I’m not the only one then!” he flashed a quick smile to the two young women, who, despite looking terrified, also appeared to be attempting to deliver with every look on their faces a message reserved for the young man alone. Yet this crucial exchange went unnoticed as Quil returned his attention to Misery, whose trainer had offered an explanation for her behavior. “That so?” Examining the pokemon told him otherwise – if looks could kill, he’d be so dead. DEAD. “Hm, she doesn’t seem to like me very much… haha…” Now, seeing as he was being checked out, a flush rose to his face as he felt Damion’s lingering eyes on him – a look lasting much too long than he was comfortable with. He watched as the other’s eyes trailed the length of his body whilst he began rocking on his heels uncomfortably, only breaking his gaze from the young man’s face as they neared eye contact. “I-I see. I’ve heard absol are pretty difficult to train?” Quil squeaked, his pitch raising subliminally, causing his rather broad statement to sound more like a question. He cleared his throat for a moment, allowing his obvious fluster to fade before he continued, “maybe we should get going then… we really can’t afford an accident.” He was joking for the most part, but the look on Misery – and Tragedy’s – faces were still quite disturbing enough to convince him to follow that advice. But as it came natural to him, a broad and friendly grin swept across his face. Watching Damion speak so politely and composedly to the two lost girls, he breathed a sigh of relief for having run into such a kind, helpful stranger. Not many people would be so willing! He had to go counting his blessings. “Pretty lucky we ran into you, huh? We would’ve all been wandering this place for days!” Then, with a new sense of security, he strolled up to the man (Churro hurriedly hovering next to him) trustful that nothing (relatively painful) would happen. “Thanks. Oh. And I’m Quil, by the way.” As last, he extended a hand for the man to take. WORDS;; more TAGS;; damion NOTES;; xD LYRICS;; spinning - jack's mannequin CREDIT;; to i k k i from OTE

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[DAMION RACHER]

[atrb=style,border: 2px solid #000000;][bg=C4C4C4][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=width,20%][atrb=vAlign,top][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,3,true][atrb=background, i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk147/Subtle_Mystery/9-1-1.jpg] And who do you think you are runnin' round leaving scars Collecting your jar of hearts words numbers go here tagged peoples here music tunes in here comments a quick comment Well, if nothing else... The kid didn't seem all that smart. Damion had been sure he was in for a battle when the kid had dropped in scant seconds after his demand for the Pokemon to be handed over. Yet, here he stood, grinning at him like a gawky dork. He seemed... Relieved? Damion was far from a relief, but if that was what he wanted to think. Shrugging to himself, Damion's fingers brushed over Scar as he thought. Either way, I'm going to have some entertainment. Playing the nice guy was tiring, he thought absently as he smiled again. This time he was hoping to look a little less like he was contemplating licking him and more towards friendly-helper man. "Fortree, huh? Lucky you, it just happens to be my home town. I can show you the way no problem." He made the smallest of movements with his hand at the sight of the women trying to convey his danger to the young man and Misery leapt forward. Snarling she snapped at the hand of one of the girls, and then shrank back when Damion's voice scolded her. Anyone looking closely; however, could see she wasn't listening to the scolding. She knew it was just a part of the game. "Again, my apologies ladies. She gets rather... agitated." Misery was still glaring solidly at Quil, though her crimson gaze was more fixated on the Pokemon with him. Damion shrugged slightly, trying for casual relactance of admitting a fact. "She doesn't take well to strangers. Misery, return." With the white pokemon recalled to her Pokeball, Damion stepped forward several paces to stand now infront of Quil. "They can be, Misery has an odd hatred of women... I think she was abused by a woman before she was mine." Lie. Lie. Damion was good at it, and his hand tightened a little on the Pokeball as if in protectiveness or anger that someone might do that before he sighed and tucked it away. Quil's hand was taken in a firm, cool grip as Damion nodded as though to remember the name. Scar tensed on his shoulder, eagerly hoping that the boy would reach out for her as well. "I'm Damion, Damion Racher. It's a pleasure to meet you. Shall we be on our way? Good luck ladies." With that, he turned and began walking off in another direction, not even glancing over his shoulder. If Quil was truly desperate to get directions, he'd follow. If he was trying to lure Damion into a trap, he'd follow to get him alone. And... Well it worked well for him too.

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[quil]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=padding,0,true][bg=000000][atrb=background,http://i54.tinypic.com/21lsi2t.jpg] I keep forgetting when the earth turned slowly So I just waited til the lights come on again Quil was the type of person who trusted people too easily. Maybe, if he had thought more carefully that moment when he had arrived and seen the looks on the women’s faces, he would’ve followed through on his first intuition that something wasn’t right. But smiles – and kindness in general – always won him over. He was quick to believe Damion’s wondrous façade. “Ah, your hometown…? That’s great!” Oh man, Quil thought, his fortune had really turned within seconds of meeting these strangers. Guilt washed over him for even considering that Damion was up to no good. With an idle thought, he knew it didn’t explain as to why the women weren’t even daring to speak up, but – he figured he’d find out sooner or later. Besides, it wasn’t like they were going anywhere. Evenly, Churro held the same glare back at the absol, only to lose focus when she was recalled back in her pokeball. With Damion approaching, though, his eyes grew wary once more. The young man nodded once. “Understandable!~ Churro’s the same way – easy, boy,” he told his pokemon again, smiling to alleviate his vibrava’s worry. “It’s a good thing a trainer like you took her in then. It’s really frustrating when people with no good intentions get a hold of pokemon…” As the two met hands, the somber look that had just been on his face vanished and was replaced with a grin. Quil’s grip tightened in response to Damion’s introduction. “Damion, eh? I’ll be sure to remember that! What’s –” His eye caught the interesting scarf around Damion’s neck. Only, it wasn’t a scarf. Whatever pokemon it was was one he had never seen before, but it… it looked so fascinating, so soft, and the striped coils that ran across her pelt were beckoning him to just trace their patterns and touch her and he – he wanted to. Without much hesitation, he reached out to touch the lithe looking creature – but Damion had already turned around and begun walking off. And whatever trance had just overtaken him was broken as he remembered he was supposed to be following. “Oh, uh, right! See you two,” He smiled at the two young women, waving a hand in farewell and trailing after the young man like a helpless poochyena. He took the time to spare a closer glance at his newfound friend, taking note of Damion’s confident demeanor. “So, how far ‘til we get there? And… what about those girls, what’s gonna happen to them?” He looked over his shoulder. WORDS;; 300+ TAGS;; dami NOTES;; i don't really like this ;-; LYRICS;; spinning - jack's mannequinCREDIT;; to i k k i from OTE

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[DAMION RACHER]

[atrb=style,border: 2px solid #000000;][bg=C4C4C4][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=width,20%][atrb=vAlign,top][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,3,true][atrb=background, i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk147/Subtle_Mystery/9-1-1.jpg] And who do you think you are runnin' round leaving scars Collecting your jar of hearts words numbers go here tagged peoples here music tunes in here comments a quick comment Everything Damion did had a it's roots in a plan. Every reaction Quil made simply got worked into that eventual plan. While he seemed spontaneous and impulsive, Damion liked to plan. He always liked to have a plan. He didn't want to visit whatever family he had in Fortree - it had been years since he'd been to visit - but he would take Quil there with the impression that it had been his destination before he'd come across the girls. If one plan fell through, there had to be a way to fix it. Quil was that way of fixing it, so he simply gave another charming smile. "Yeah, I was born and raised there. For a time anyway. I even know a shortcut." A short cut straight to your heart or to your Pokemon, kid. Damion's thoughts rang with evil intent, but thankfully, there were no mind reading Pokemon at present. "Churro" was obviously just one of those more sensitive Pokemon. Maybe he could sense that Tragedy was still hanging about invisible behind the trees, or he could sense Misery and Scar's love of inflicting pain and terror upon people. Or maybe he could just see that Damion probably wouldn't mind taking Quil for a tumble wherever they happened to be when he got him alone. It was just a matter of making him receptive to such advances, something Damion prided himself on being good at. He'd always hated wearing glasses as a kid, and now he thanked them for the classy, charming look he could pull off. He still thought he looked strange without them on. "Don't worry, Churro. I won't hurt him." Damion assured him softly, his eyes sparkling with amusement as he nodded somberly at Quil. "Yes, I'm so glad I managed to save her. She really is quite darling normally..." Yeah, like a bite in the ass. Misery was about as sweet as cavity's and root canal. Damion pretended not to notice the strange look that had come over Quil when he noticed Scar draped over his neck, walking slowly away from the girls to let him catch up. He sensed, more than saw, Scar's dissapointment that the boy hadn't managed to touch her. That would be fixed, Damion promised her with a light touch on her head. He just wanted to get far enough away from the two women that they wouldn't be able to see it or hear it. So he quickened his steps, grinning over his shoulder at Quil as he did so. "Not long, I promise. Not if you keep up. I gave the girls directions before you arrived, but I don't trust Misery to break out of her Pokeball and attack them if they came." He fixed his expression into one of sincere concern for the two girls as he reached back to lightly take Quil's hand and lead him along. "I saw you were interested in my scarf. I call her Scar, she was a furrett." Scar didn't even twitch at her name as Damion turned rather abruptly, hoping Quil would walk straight into him as he did so. Glancing back the way they'd come, Damion sincerely hoped the "Churro" wouldn't attack him, but if he did, Scar and Tragedy were near by to hurt the little bugger. Grinning down at the young man infront of him, Damion stepped closer again, so there was hardly any space between them as he kept Quil close with one hand tight around his shoulders. It would be nice to have some fun before he attacked the kid, it really would be. It had been a while since Damion had simply seduced for the sake of seducing, and it was always a little bit more of a challenge with boys. Lowering his head slightly, Damion's blue eyes sparkled mischeviously at Quil as he leaned in closer to him. "So, Quil. Would you like to stroke my Scar?" His voice was low and compelling, while he felt Scar tense just slightly around his shoulders in anticipation of skin being within reach of needle-sharp teeth.

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[quil]

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[DAMION RACHER]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,400,true][atrb=background,http://i.imgur.com/LoKpA.jpg][atrb=style, border-radius: 25px; border: 1px dashed #cbcbcb; padding: 10px; color: #a1a1a1;][style=background-image: url('http://i.imgur.com/qvttS.png'); border-radius: 15px; border: 1px dotted #cbcbcb; padding: 10px; width: 100px; float:left; margin-right: -3px;][/style][style=font-size: 30px; color: #d3d3d3; font-family: Arial; margin: 45px 0px 0px -4px;]►[/style][style=float: right; text-align: center; font-size: 28px; font-family: arial narrow; letter-spacing: -2px; color: #656565; margin: -35px 10px 0px 5px;]this is the point of no return[/style][style=float: right; text-align: center; font-size: 10px; font-family: arial; letter-spacing: -1px; color: #a5a5a5; margin: -10px 10px 0px 0px;]WE LOSE WITH HEARTBREAK OVERWHELMING[/style] [style=font-size: 10px; font-family: Arial; color: #656565; padding: 10px; text-align: justify; border-right: 4px solid #dcdcdc; text-transform: none;]Surely, if Quil had asked about Misery's name, Damion would have provided an answer. Innocent -- full of deceit -- and probably something sappy to go along with the abuse story. The thing was, though Scar was easily the favoured member of Damion's team, Misery came in a close second -- there was a reason why her coat shone with health and one would have been hard pressed to find a scar. After all, Damion took care of those who took care of him. Misery provided him with the oft needed intimidation when his own bulk didn't suffice, and the blood behind it all. His team, all named after various bloody and torturous things -- purely because Damion liked that moment of fear, that moment trepidation when they heard that name, coupled with an attack. Knowing it meant pain, and knowing that in that single perfect moment, Damion was in control. Then again, when was he not completely in control of a situation? Behind Quil, and hopefully out of the Pokemon's sigh, Tragedy remained hovering, his skull-face occassionally coming into view before fading out again, blending with the forest around him. Waiting, always waiting for that perfect moment to make the boy scream. As Quil went to retract his hand, Damion's fingers tightened. Just slightly, just enough to prevent the grip leaving his hand completely as he continued to walk. He felt, more than saw, Quil's interest in Scar. He felt the fine tensing of her lithe muscles as she fought the urge to give herself away, and he could feel the skin on the back of his neck tingling with the kid's eyes. There it was, a bump into his chest and if he could just-- of for the sake of all that was evil and dastardly. For a moment, Damion's blue eyes flashed pure, icy rage at the Pokemon and Tragedy hovered close, ready to attack. Fortunately, Quil moved first, and the Pokemon was returned before Damion could snap out a command. Instantly, the rage left, and the warm, inviting expression was once again on Damion's features. Da..mion? Perfect. The confusion and oh the innocence in the green eyes turned on him only made Damion's smile grow. Let him believe for as long as he could that this was nothing. That Damion was simply friendly, simply charming. It would only take a moment. A moment of agreement and Damion was sure he'd have him. A heartbeat, no more. The agreement showed in his eyes long before Quil's hand ever moved towards the now bristling fur. He could see Scar's eyes, narrowed, waiting. There. Quil's fingers touched her coat. He would have had a moment, a single breath to relish the smoothness, the silky softness before she lunged. Startling speed and accuracy came to play now as she lunged not for the hand touching her, but beyond - aiming to latch onto Quil's ear to keep him still as Damion moved in the same flash of movement. One creature settled herself on the boy's shoulder, eying his ear with a vicious longing, the other aimed to slam his new friend back against the nearest tree, long legs and arms forming a cage around the young man while the rest of him pressed against him. A smirk lit up Damion's features, pride, longing, and no small measure of smugness as he bent down, lips aiming to brush Quil's unoccupied ear. "Tell me, Quil. Have you ever kissed a man?" [/style][style=font-size: 10px; font-family: Arial; color: #656565; padding: 3px; text-align: right; border-right: 4px solid #dcdcdc; margin-bottom: 1px; text-transform: none; line-height: 10px;]TAGGED • Tea     WORDS • here     MUSIC • NOTES • it's so baaad i'm sorry D: coded by lovesolfege of ote![/style]