Posted : 5 months ago
Thoughts?
Thinking about starting an RP based around the writers house on Nashville.
Thinking about starting an RP based around the writers house on Nashville.
(Source: lizbruin)
BANG BANG || ARMCHAIR CYNICS
( Unnnnnfffff. I need to find these people, this was the -sexiest- song! )
Vince could feel the confidence radiating off of the young brunette. He was a thirsty demon—thirsty for fear, for sex, for contact— and he was devoted to getting what he wanted. And he wanted Tyler. The entire time, he could feel her dark pupils on him, which made his lips curl up into a smile.
The demon raised his eyebrows. “Ah, that is right…Well, my darling”, he turned to her and locked on her gaze, “I believe any room is suitable for this night…”, he spoke, softly, and ran the back of his fingers against her cheek, his blue eyes staring deep into Tyler’s.
Tyler was pretty interesting, for a human at least. She prided herself on being different from other girls, even if it often got her into trouble. Especially the those of the male variety. Tonight was no different, even if for some reason the stakes seemed so much higher than ever before.
Those dark eyes would flutter shut at his touch, savoring that first contact which sent a shiver down her spine. There was a heat in the pit of her belly ready to spread to fingers and toes, it was merely waiting for that final catalyst. Opening her eyes once more she’d reach up to trace her fingers down his extended arm.
“Then what are you waiting for?”
The demon, dressed in his tight black dress shirt and dark jeans, let the brunette into his home, smirking all the more widely as she looked at him over her shoulder. Vincent shut the door and began to follow.
“Yes, m’lady.”, he agreed and began to take her through the various rooms. “We’ve got the kitchen. Living room. Study.”, he mentioned, “Which room would you like to see first?” , he asked.
Now if only the girl knew about the dark presence she was actually in, maybe she would have been more frightened, instead of so bold. Her steps fell in sync with his as they started the slow tour through the house. Dark eyes remained mostly on him than the decor of the various rooms.
“You’re supposed to surprise me, remember? Whichever room you think will offer us the most… entertainment.”
Trust me, it won’t be me either.
The brunette grinned and moved into the house then, hands falling into the back pockets of those slim cut jeans, glancing back at him over her shoulder.
“This should make for a very interesting night then. Why don’t you give me a tour?”
Surprises unlike any other, dearest Tyler. A spectacular showcase of…well, look at that, I’ve lost my train of thought… Anyways, you’re a cute one. Maybe that’s what I’m distracted by.
I have my moments. But you’re not so bad yourself. So we might as well distract each other, at least for a couple of hours, or until someone taps out. Promise it won’t be me.
Don’t doubt my abilities, dear lady. I am very good with persuasion. Why don’t you step inside and see for yourself?
…Oh, my manners seem to have left me.
Vincent. Vincent Foster. Though, you may call me “Vince”.
Well Vince, you can call me Tyler, it’s a pleasure to meet you, or so we’ll see..
As for you, I’d love to see what surprises you have up your sleeve.
