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Posted on January 20, 2014 at 04:42:21 PM by NeMO
For a moment, NeMO showed no signs of actually having experienced any sort of disturbance in the way that his gears were working. It would appear that nothing out of the ordinary had occured. He stared blankly up at the duo-colored Queen, eyes blank and dull...as if the very soul had been sucked out of them. It was just her words that finally brought him back to life. Miss me? Suddenly the light in his russet and gray portals returned, switching back to "ON." This... The action was so utterly... unexpected and too close to him for comfort..! What was this?! NeMO felt the blood rush to his head, leaving his body beneath his nape feeling cold and prickly. He actually squirmed underneath her, unsure of what had actually happened within the time that he had been stuck within his own world. Her emerald portals met his own pools and he stared at their depths with a sort of hypnotized state of mind. He had never really been so close and so brave as to actually stare at a varg's lookers. He had never pulled enough courage together to meet their gaze. And yet now he was memorizing the pigments within the vampress's daydreamers. That is, he was, until he realized that he actually was staring, at which he tore his gaze away from Seline's, ashamed of his inability to cope with his own inner strife, as well as his still very real acknowledgment of power greater than his own. He turned his head so that his throat was very much exposed to the madame, a surefire sign that he was still shackled by customs of a bastard. O-Of course ma'am. One cannot go for long without the presence of one such as yourself. He showed no signs of wanting to get up. No signs of wanting to struggle against her lean strength. She had caught him by his shoulder and had pushed her weight down on him, pinning his young adult form to the ground covered in fresh snow. He exhaled slowly, trying to still his hammering heart. No doubt she could feel it... Her skin was right on his own-- That didn't help. His pulse sped up again without his consent... He swallowed hard, his mouth was dry. Being at this age, it was harder to control himself. NeMO had also only had limited contact with femmes before. And yet here the demoness was, acting as if she trusted he had enough self control. He was expected to have a control over himself, but he could almost taste her perfume within his mouth. She was much too close for him. M-Ma'am... if I m-may be so bold as to-o ask-- please g-g... let me up so that I may re-gather my bearings. His listeners flicked against his skull, flattened. They were cold... and the snow was soaking into his fluffy pelt, soaking it on his back. If he stayed much longer like this, he would be shivering all night long, especially if the temperature dropped as low as it had the last couple of nights. But all he could feel right now was not the freezing cold tundra she had him pinned like a butterfly carcass to. It was the heat that was still rushing to his facial features. Of course, he hadn't felt this messed up when he had been around Nymeria. In fact, he had felt more at ease with the girl. That had been what-- two weeks ago now? Surely her stench was off of him now. Considering the fact that she had not actually touched him and that he had only gotten close to her for a moment on accident... good-- distract himself while he waited for the crimson and snow miss to move off of him. He hoped she moved off of him. It was not as if he did not like her. In fact, NeMO was more partial to females than he was males, though only by a little bit (all wolves were dangerous and worthy of respect higher than that which he had for himself in his mind), and Seline seemed to be wise. Wise just like Clover. Suddenly the embarrassment all faded away. Clover-- how long had it been since her lifeless body had been found? The older teen couldn't tell anymore. The months had passed by too quickly. It might've just been his hormones raging, or perhaps he really did have the heart of a girl, but suddenly the young white beast just felt like breaking down. It quickly faded into something darker and the emotions that had been flying through him not moments before were suddenly thrown away into an endless abyss. His eyes dulled again. If Seline had moved from him, he made no move to show that he had acknowledged that she had. He would just turn and lay there, unsure of what to do. His heart was being swallowed up by darkness and he knew not how to change it. He furrowed his brows at this. NeMO knew that he didn't want to be a hateful person. He, a white canvas, knew that he did not wish to be painted black and red as many others before him had. But no matter how hard he tried to push it back, the malice kept coming back, full force. It could have been comical... the way this lad looked. Clearly bothered by the closeness of the older queen above him and the way she was pushing him down. But the sudden display of disinterest was what made it kind of... demonic. Of course, his heart was still beating like the wings of a frightened butterfly... but his face was no longer as hot as it had been-- and he could feel the snow beneath him.  |
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