as written by Ronin
Aaro shook his head. He was past the point of negotiation. Jimmy was intoxicated, injured and proposing that they follow a potentially hostile party patron in the name of sex and food. That wasn't going to fly.
"We're going home, Jim," Aaro announced, surprising even himself with the sudden authority his voice mustered, "we've had enough fun. You're hurt, and the last thing we need to do right now is follow the guy that you said you wanted to kill a moment ago. If we're lucky we can still sneak back into the Monastery and get you fixed up without getting caught." He looked to his left and right. "I think Celeste went off with her sister. Where's In?"
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"I thought I was," Corso smiled, "but I'm not so sure anymore. The more I talk to you the more I notice that there's something not entirely ... human about you." His hand went to his hair and he twirled a black lock between his fingers, cool grey eyes soft and misty as they ran over every detail of Alysa's face ... the freckles speckling her cheeks, the emerald gleam of her irises ... the wolfish grin hiding behind a veil of lipstick.
"Something wild..." he continued, "...something feral."
Aaro shook his head. He was past the point of negotiation. Jimmy was intoxicated, injured and proposing that they follow a potentially hostile party patron in the name of sex and food. That wasn't going to fly.
"We're going home, Jim," Aaro announced, surprising even himself with the sudden authority his voice mustered, "we've had enough fun. You're hurt, and the last thing we need to do right now is follow the guy that you said you wanted to kill a moment ago. If we're lucky we can still sneak back into the Monastery and get you fixed up without getting caught." He looked to his left and right. "I think Celeste went off with her sister. Where's In?"
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"I thought I was," Corso smiled, "but I'm not so sure anymore. The more I talk to you the more I notice that there's something not entirely ... human about you." His hand went to his hair and he twirled a black lock between his fingers, cool grey eyes soft and misty as they ran over every detail of Alysa's face ... the freckles speckling her cheeks, the emerald gleam of her irises ... the wolfish grin hiding behind a veil of lipstick.
"Something wild..." he continued, "...something feral."