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 Posted: Sat Nov 19, 2011 1:02 pm
Samples.
A lock of hair, a vial of blood, these were simple things she could part with in small doses, especially if the reward was as delicious and filling as Noctis promised. The x-ray she was not sure on, not knowing the term off the top of her head but it seemed that one would have to wait for a different time and that was fine with her because it meant she wouldn't have to wait longer before eating her fill.
Kael's dark eyes gleamed as Noctis gave Daichi a syringe, relaxing to the fact that he would be touching her once again. Indeed, if Noctis had tried it would likely have been met with bared teeth and quiet growling, but none of that came for Daichi.
Like Noctis, Kiwi was feeling pretty strange about the whole situation. This was the first time she had seen Kael interact with another demon while she was humanoid and it was certainly the first time she had seen Daichi act in any way at all, well, demonic. It was disconcerting, to say the least, and that sort of innocent visage she had paired Daichi with was beginning to unravel. She knew he was a demon, ever since they first met, but now he actually seemed like one.
And it was strangely intimidating.
Her thoughts raced to all sorts of places, most specifically to what their contract was, what anyone else's contract was, and as she pressed herself against the wall and slid down to a sit Kiwi felt something she hadn't for a very long time. Embarrassment. Surely no one else's contract was as stupid as hers was. Kael had been desperate enough to agree to its idiotic terms because she was starving to death, as she later discovered, but Kiwi had been desperate and drunk enough to actually tell a monstrous, carnivorous little ball of teeth that she wanted to be its friend.
Surely no one else's contract was as pathetic as one brought on by loneliness.
In the end, if this could be called the end, she and Kael still weren't friends. There was a connection between them, of course, but it went without saying as per their agreement. They needed each other, at least she thought they still did, but what would either of them gain from this in the end?
Her eyes drifted to Noctis as he prepared for more samples and Kiwi bit her lip, digging her nails into the sides of her jeans. Was there some grand goal to contracting that she had missed? Hell, before Kael stumbled on her she didn't have any clue about this strange underworld dwelling right in her hometown, these terrifying figments of darkness, and she wouldn't have believed anyone if they told her.
A shuddering breath left Kael as Daichi's fingers wrapped around her wrist and she forced her palm to comply with his silent instructions. His cold touch was stark against her warm flesh, but it was an almost refreshing cold -- a cold touch she might like to feel elsewhere against her body. That, however, would not be admitted for some time despite the coiling feelings in her gut that caused her stance to stiffen and the fingers on her free hand to grip the side of her pants. The demoness didn't bat an eye as the cold, thin metal pierced her flesh. Dark liquid poured into the syringe's vial, the proper consistency of blood but black as the sclera of her eyes.
Just as she was getting used to the feeling of his fingers and their proximity, however, the proper amount was collected. On to the next sample, then, and as far as she knew that was hair. Kael quickly lapped at the small wound where the needle had pierced her flesh before reaching up to her head and meticulously pulling a small collection of hairs out, one at a time, without being prompted. It would be better to do it this way, she surmised, so no one wold be forced to cut her hair and leave it uneven. Better yet, a few of them still retained their roots so Noctis was given a skin sample as well.
"What else...?" she grumbled in a husky tone, causing Kiwi's attention to return to her.
It was a voice she hadn't used before, one that made her contractor uncomfortable because it landed on the side of physically inappropriate things that she wasn't comfortable with. Embarrassing things that should stay private. Demons, it seemed, were less inclined to hide their more carnal influences even while still having an entirely different set of priorities. Something told Kiwi that if food hadn't been on the line, her demon might have begun unbuttoning Daichi's vest then and there.
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Posted: Sat Nov 19, 2011 7:46 pm
Noctis stood next to Kiwi, back against the wall, his hand toussling her hair at the base of his neck awkwardly. He had finished his preparations, all that was left was for his contracted demon to obtain the material. If possible, this room was where the two contractors wanted least to be at .. yet at the same time, it was a fascinating display and it would have been quite a shame to miss the show.
A once-in-a-lifetime show.
Daichi's expression was that of of preoccupation, his attention brought back when Kael released a shaky breath .. If that was all that was required, Daichi was sure he could think of at least a dozen other ways to make the demoness quite breathless. Noctis's case slid forward, the sound of metal against the wooden table as Daichi reached for the proper supplies. One hand reached to the side to place the syringe of blood against it's casing in Noctis's case, reaching for an empty vial. His stance was bent slightly, back hunched, leg bent slightly forward as his arms lifted around Kael in what almost looked like an embrace--
-- his palm brushed against her cheek and her ear, forefinger and thumb plucking the strands of hair from her grip, neatly inserted into the glass tube. The snap of a vial's cap closed softly behind Kael's ear. The clip of the vial signaled the coming end of their meeting, the cool glass nestled briefly in the field of Kael's icy-blue hair. His touch lingered, his cold fingers trailing over the gentle slope on the outer rim of Kael's ear.
"What else...?"
Her husky tone was delicious to his ears .. if not for the wry thought, that Daichi rated less than a slab of meat, Kael's impatience implying that she only wanted her meal. Excluding humans and their trivial beliefs that intimacy remained behind closed doors or in dark alleyways, which demons obviously didnt share, what did they share was a distinctly male sense of pride .. Pride that was probably diminished and dealt a severe blow by Kael's desire for meat.
"Nothing else." His low tone, which might have made a female human outside their closed doors melt, was one that Noctis had never heard before either. Everything about these two demons was a sort of fantasy that humans had tried to come close, with their romantic movies and their portrayals of dark love and widely inaccurate portrayal of succubus and incubus. (In their world, such creatures far exceeded such meager human standards.) The promise in the air and the lightning attraction.. yet fleeting, as the typical nature of the darker world they inhibited.
Daichi's finger sloped downwards from his curved palm on the lobe of her ear, trailing the pale expanse of Kael's neck and resting on the ridge of her collarbone. His finger fingered and lifted the cloth at the v of her chest, as if acting on the impulse that Kael never did .. and it fell from the demon's fingers. Whereas his touch left a cold trail, her flesh only provided a minor warmth to his fingers, a sensation that would disappear in only a matter of seconds. But the memory would not. The previous half-embrace that he had Kael in, to obtain the locks of her hair, was released. His arms fell to the sides, the scent of food from the bar was only a reminder that Kael's single objective was meat.
It was the end of their encounter.
Noctis fumbled to catch the vial of hair thrown at him, still at a loss to interpret Daichi's emotions and actions, straightening from his slightly bent-posture. He gripped the vial, the remaining three occupants recognizing that their abrupt meeting had an equally abrupt ending.
Daichi slipped out of the room, with his movements like the liquid essence he embodied, subtle and silent, intermingling back with the flow of the bar's patrons and music outside. He never looked back. Temptation might have taken him over, however, it was clear that such temptation might only be one-sided. That left Noctis, Kiwi and Kael. Noctis was lucky that the bar would be closed tomorrow, so he could make a run for fresh liquor, supplies and most of all, meat to fill his soon-to-be-empty fridge.
It was the end .. and One couldn't be sure if they should label it as the start of something new.
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Posted: Wed Nov 30, 2011 8:45 pm
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