NO DANGER IN TRYING [SHANE]

[pixie hollow]

Dangerous?

Pixie Hollow laughed to herself as she jumped from one rock to another, danger had never stopped her from doing anything before. Her father's had raised her better than letting the fear of danger stop her from doing what she wanted. That was one of the things she loved most about her father's; had they been any other way, Pixie Marie Hollow, well, she just wouldn't be her. Even if what she was doing probably wasn't the most intelligent thing to do; jumping from rock to rock wearing black stiletto heels, a white tutu, and just a black lace bra - though the shoes were what added to the danger, more-so than her attire.

With her long pale white arms out stretched as if she were a bird in the sky, she balanced herself as her feet landed on the rock, her white hair flying behind her as the air whisked through the tendrils while she was in the air. For that split second she was a bird, and for that split second anything could have happened. Pixie could have slipped, or some strange event could have happened and she could have died whilst in mid-air, but nothing happened. She jumped, landing safely on the rock that she had wanted to be on.

More than anything the girl wanted to play, but seeing as how she was alone she had to occupy her mind herself. Occupying her mind was not a strong suit of Pixie's, her mind always swayed on many different subjects, especially when she was trying to focus. For instance, she was thinking about how she wished she wasn't so alone on this island partner wise ... but not in that partner's in crime kind of way, more in that physical warm body kind of way. Sure Pixie Marie Hollow had wild nights with strangers, but she wanted something new.

Repeat offenses are fun too...

But she would have to find someone equally as crazy as herself. Pixie wasn't entirely sure if she would be able to find someone equally as crazy, but anything close enough would be worth a chance. Pixie is the kind of girl that hates to be alone, she likes to have another physical being with her, close enough where she can feel the heat off their body radiate to hers. Someone who isn't afraid to tell her like it is, someone who won't be afraid to man handle a girl that could kick their ass, someone would actually have a conversation with her - no matter how brief - if they were to bump into each other, by chance, on the island.

But, yes there is a but, it would have to be someone who didn't always want sex from her. Sure sex is nice, but she doesn't want a relationship or friendship where one always has to give or receive. It needs to be fair, they need to not be afraid to tell each other yes or no. But her perfect partner was far from this island, and for now she didn't want that ... not tonight.

Tonight she wanted a little fire cracker, someone who would light the fire under her ass. She simply wanted someone wild, someone to play with. As she sat there, her pale blue eyes scanning the water as it crashed into the rocks, she day dreamed about any kind of body to appear.

when a cute girl has no sense
of danger life is one huge party

tag shane love
words five seventy eight
music none as of now, so yea.
wearing black lace bra, white tutu, black stilettos.
notes i changed the topic tag and this should be exciting

[SHANE DEVONTE ANUBIS]

YOU'VE GOT A NERVE ¡¯TO BE ASKING A FAVOR !!!
you've got a nerve to be calling my number ?!

...and i know, we've been through this before
CAN'T YOU HEAR ME NOW, I'M CALLING OUT YOUR NAME ?!?
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What brought me here?

The daimon wondered to himself, as he sat atop a rounded stone, legs dangling down, teasing the fall bellow that would surely kill any mortal. It wasn't a pretty place; the stones stuck out like jagged knives, water washing over to hide them. Like nature's little death trap, it waited for someone to jump in and expect a cool slash of water, only to have stone spears stab through their soft flesh and break their brittle bones. A smile crossed his face. He couldn't die. What did he have to fear?

He crouched about on the stone, like a tiger ready to pounce, and sent himself hurling towards the rock knives and the crashing waves. He spreaded his arms out, laughing madly as he soared through the air towards the unforgiving ground. The waves uncovered the rocky shore just in time as he fell. As he hit it, his skull made a sickening crunch, feeling his limbs and bones popping out of their socket and shattering. He let out a scream of pain as his organs were beat by the impact and his skeleton reduced to nothing but splinters, his body twisting into impossible positions. The waves rolled over the limp boy, a scarlet hue staining the water around him.

Suddenly, he dove back up from the violent shore, wide grin on his face, not a scratch on it. His dark eyes were filled with excitement as he arose, dripping wet. "That was fucking awesome!", he shouted, seemingly to himself. He climbed up the shore attack a rock, sitting and letting the sun bathe him in it's healing light. He took off his shirt, the wet cloth making a slap agaisnt the smooth rock. Catching his breath from the exhiliration, he rested a bit, turning himself over on the stone and letting it bake his chest, using his arms as a pillow. His ribcage pumped up and down until Shane grew tired of it, and stopped breathing all together.

Sitting up on his hands, he looked around, hearing the faint sound of what seemed to be a girl's voice. His head snapped around to the source, almost intantly identifying it's location. A smirk crossed his lips, tongue running across his teeth a he saw Pixie's silver-white hair flow behind her like the wind. He took in the curves and shape of her body, the lithe girl practically swimming through the air like water. He gulped as she leaped from rock-to-rock, knowing that she was a mortal just by looking at her.

He was suprised, however, as he heard the clack of her stiletto agaisnt the stone. A perfect landing. "Damn.", he spoke, amazed that she hadn't fallen to her death. His mind wondered about, thinking about what could've happened and how much of a bloody mess that would have been. He wasn't sure if she could see him, as he examined her with interest sparking in his eyes. She sat down on that rock and paused. Probably exhausted. He looked at her a minute longer, realizing she was thinking. He wished he could get into people's heads and figure them out, but he could barely figure out people as it was. Much less read minds.

He sat up, a smile on his face as he spoke to her, "What's a pretty face like you doing here?", he flirted, his tongue flicking out like a snake. And if he was a serpent, she was his prey.

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TAG. pixie hollow!
WORDS. 579.
OUTFIT. CLICK.
MUSIC. THE RAT - walkmen
NOTES. i love pixie. C:
CREDITS. made by karma!

[pixie hollow]

Pixie hadn't really expected anyone to actually come to the North East Beach, the danger in the rocks typically warded most mortals off; but a girl could dream. As though her dreams were answered she could hear that there was someone else there, but at first she didn't bother to take notice; that was, until what she thought was another daring individual like herself, spoke to her. Quickly snapping her head towards the direction of the unfamiliar male voice her blue eyes sparkled, all previous thoughts vanished from her mind, because what stood in front of her was quite a sight.

This boy, well, he was pretty damn good looking. For a moment her mind was completely blank, until her ears repeated the flirty question that he had asked her. A light blush burned to her cheeks, like most other girls it was an inevitable action, and she loathed it. With a quick witted response she spoke, a crooked playful smile on her face, "The same reason as you, trying to tempt the death that will not present itself." Though after saying those words she quickly regretted her choice, but being her father's child she knew regretting to say what you had said will later make you regret what you hadn't.

Distracting herself from another blush, she pulled her leg to her chest and fiddled with the strap of her stiletto. Quickly, without losing any ground Pixie Marie Hollow stood to face the boy at her full stiletto wearing height, and yet the boy was still taller than her. With a smile on her face she re-quipped her previous comment, "Unless of course you came here for other, less obvious reasons." She winked and jumped from the rock she currently resided to one that was slightly closer to the mister that stood before her. She poked her hand out in mid-air, ready to shake his as she landed on the rock, "I'm Pixie Hollow, nice to meet you..." The crooked smile befell her full pink lips once more.

Every fiber of her being told her to take this slowly, there was something not so normal about this fellow, but being a girl ... and like a moth to a flame, she couldn't resist the urge to be her Succubus self. That was one flame that could never be tamed, no matter how hard she tried. Slightly containing her self she smiled at the lad before her, staring straight into his eyes, not even slightly afraid of the things he could most likely do to her.

danger is like a roller coaster, it's
a ride that really makes you scream

tag shane anubis
word count four thirty one
music i like that i don't need music for her.
wearing black lace bra, white tutu, black stilettos.
notes hehe ^^; i like shane too.

[SHANE DEVONTE ANUBIS]

YOU'VE GOT A NERVE ¡¯TO BE ASKING A FAVOR !!!
you've got a nerve to be calling my number ?!

...and i know, we've been through this before
CAN'T YOU HEAR ME NOW, I'M CALLING OUT YOUR NAME ?!?
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A smirk made of mischief crossed his face. I like the way this girl thinks, he thought to himself, his original spark of interest had ignited to a full flame. He wanted to know more about her; to get to know her a bit better. She was strange, definately, but he liked that. Both in hell and this mortal realm, he had slept with too many women to count. The sex was great, but they weren't too interesting themselves; just loose sluts who were willing to please. Like her, he was tired of the same old thing. Greedily, he hungered for someone, something better. He was sure his siblings of sins would laugh at him for it, but he wanted something real...a girl with a personality, not just some average broad.

Noticing her cheeks turning that light shade of pink, he chuckled to try and put her at ease. For some reason, and god knows why, he didn't feel like hurting this woman in the way he did other people. That feeling of wanting to mess up their lives and rip them to shreds that usually graced him was gone, and it was strange. He was a Daimon; violence was in his nature, was it not? But for another reason he couldn't explain. he liked that he didn't have that feeling. Maybe this girl was more important than the rest.

He let out a laugh, glad she was flirting back. Atleast he knew she was a little interested. "To tell you the truth, I had no I idea why I came here.", he grinned at her as she leaped through the air, the shorter girl landing next to where he was. He gripped her wrist, not really to save her from falling; He knew she didn't fear that. He just wanted to touch her, to see what she felt like. He pulled her up before she fell, accidently tugging her too hard, as she crashed into his smooth, tattoed chest. Looking down at her, he smiled, "Though I'm glad I did."

Don't look at her too long, he thought to himself, as he spun around away from her, concealing his flushed face, a rosey tint across his cheeks. He'd never felt so human; this form must be getting to him. He guessed this is what teenage boys felt like in front of the popular girl at school, akwardly stumbling over words in their presence, in awe of the attarctive girl in front of them. He looked back over his shoulder with a smile as he rotated back to her, taking a soft grip of her hand, not wanting to break the thing. "I'm Shane Anubis.", he declared proudly. It wasn't his real name, he knew; He remembered his name and was proud of it, as known as he was, the name Mammon sending a shiver down many a lesser daimon's spine. But Shane Devonte Anubis had a ring to it.

His forked tongue rubbed against the metal rings that decorated his lips, pushing against them to get out. It was too early; he wasn't just going to plant one on the girl yet. But everything about her from her head to her toes was so alluring, tempting him with the sweet song of seduction. He knew he could kill her with the lift of a wrist, splatter her all over the place. Her face spelled it out for him: She knew it as well.. But she had him captivated, he was hers. She was a spider, with whatever intent she had, be it good or bad; she had him in her web. He was at her cruel mercy.
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TAG. pixie hollow!
WORDS. 609.
OUTFIT. CLICK.
MUSIC. PARADISE CIRCUS -massive attack!
NOTES. i usually don't. i just have areal good muse going today. C:
CREDITS. made by karma!

[pixie hollow]

Pixie couldn't help but feel better when he laughed lightly, normally she would find that offensive, but for some reason it didn't bother her. Oddly enough it actually comforted her, and Pixie was very rarely ever comforted by someone ... Ever. So the smile that was plastered on her face at that very moment was definitely a good sign, especially for the spawn of the Hallow men family. Being the only female in the history of her family, she was very rarely ever in a comfortable spot, or even a spot where she didn't feel threatened, or a place where she wasn't angry. Not only did she grow up practically living in Hell because of all the cruel things the Hallow family members would say to her and her fathers because she happened to be a girl. That was one reason why Pixie hated most of her family, and another as to why she hated most men.

Even though this was probably dangerous ground to meet a man, it was quite enjoyable. Now Pixie didn't know when she'd ever get the chance to say that ever again, so in her mind she repeated it over and over again. I never though being surrounded by a bunch of rocks could be this fun. Another pink blush burned her cheeks when he gripped into her wrist, a little rough, but Pixie was never one to complain about that. Quickly she pushed out her free hand as she crashed against him, his smooth chest just under her cold hands. Quickly she averted her eyes and moved her hands, gathering hair behind her ears, letting out a soft but wavering sigh. Glancing at him through her lashed she smiled, another pink burn to her cheeks and she looked at her stilettos for support.

"Oh so you're a smooth talker," she glanced back at him, that playful grin on her face once more. It was almost as if she had forgotten the little blushing phase that had just happened a moment ago. Though as she looked at him, she couldn't resist, it was almost as if she had no control over her own body, she placed her hand on his cheek just as he spoke his name. "It's nice to meet you Shane Anubis," Pixie purred his name, as she removed her hand and turned slightly away. Why am I blushing so damn much? Bringing some of that Hallow courage back into her being she smiled as she tilted her head towards Shane. Oh my fucking, breathe Pixie. Breathe.

Pixie found herself giving Shane Anubis the good once over before she walked closer to him, though she didn't have to walk far seeing as how the walk they stood on wasn't too large. Standing with her arms crossed under her lace bra adorned breasts, her eyes twinkling as she looked at Shane, she winked. "I'm not one to break easily," she whispered, "Shane Anubis." Sure she was peaking on a little bit of fear from being so close to someone who could obviously killed her, but her having fun definitely ruled out. Plus, there was just something about this Shane Anubis that Pixie Hollow wanted to know more of.

A lot more of.

this kind of love needs a leash
it will make it all the more fun

tag the fine shane anubis
word count icky at five forty nine.
musica no gusta musica por pixie hollow.
wearing black lace bra, white tutu, black stilettos.
notes shane makes me squee, i am so happy with this!

[SHANE DEVONTE ANUBIS]

YOU'VE GOT A NERVE ¡¯TO BE ASKING A FAVOR !!!
you've got a nerve to be calling my number ?!

...and i know, we've been through this before
CAN'T YOU HEAR ME NOW, I'M CALLING OUT YOUR NAME ?!?
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"Oh really, I am now?", he giggled, as if he didn't know it. He gulped; feeling something in his chest that felt so strange, so alien. A sudden warmth, and he couldn't explain it. His stomach quivered like it didn't feel comfortable being by his slowly expanding heart, once othing more than a shrivelled up dark, green raisin, occupying space in his ribcage. What am I, the fucking Grinch?, he cursed at himself, fighting against that rising feeling of pure joy it had given him. This doesn't make sense, I don't love, he rationalized to himself. The tips of his fingers danced across his tattooed chest, in the shape of the heart. It doesn't have to.

He wasn't sure if she had saw it, and he hoped she didn't. He hoped she could deal with his weirdness, for his sake, because god knows he couldn't help it. He was like a foreigner in a new country; he didn't know exactly how things worked out up here, nor did he wish to learn. Of course, the succubi herself wasn't normal, and he had comfort in knowing that. He chuckled at the thought, both of the strange people in eachothers company, fitting together like pieces of a puzzle. "Nice to meet you as well, Pixie Hollow.", the daimon said as his chuckles died down to a giggle. His ears picked up on her breaths, a part in his mind panicking and telling him to help. He didn't know how these beings that were bound to their flesh operated; he didn't know what could kill them, or how easily it could. His muscles calmed, his tensed shoulders fallin back down. "You okay?", he said faintly, before realizing he wasn't supposed to know. Shut the fuck up, dumbass. She doesn't know what you are yet. His mind played an image of her, running and screaming in terror as he revealed his true form, never to return again. Let's keep it that way.

His eyes widened, suprised at what she said, as if she had grasped a hold of his thoughts and replied to him, without Shane having said a word. He didn't know much about Incubi or Succubi other than they flaunted their pretty faces around; He wasn't aware of empathy, or that such a thing could even be done.She's probably reading me like an open book, he thought, careful not to let it show through his facial features. A smile crossed his face, however. It didn't sound so bad, not with her; it didn't sound like anything any normal person would say, but if anyone were to read his thoughts, he'd feel most comfortable with her doing so. He liked the thought of it, and hell, if it wasn't normal, than fuck being normal.

"I can tell.", Shane laughed, his near-black eyes giving a good scan over her, a bit better of a view than when he had first stared at her. She was an object of desire; a prize to claim,a dn he had won. He was suprised she hadn't already been taken by some other asshole, shuddering at the thought of her being wrapped around someone else. Possessive, are you Shane?, his thoughts teased him as he quietly ignored them. He let out an exaggerated yawn, stretching out and raising his muscular arms above his head, resting it upon a mossy rock behind him. Smirking, he added, "But I'm still not sure I believe you. Not entirely, anyways. I'm going to need to see some proof, ma'am.", he spoke, a challenge to the white-haired girl. His eyes glanced towards the massive drop of the rocky cliff, those same stone daggers a reminder to watch your step. Running his fingers along his chest, right on where the largest stone cut him the deepest. His fingertips returned, painted scarlet. He had something wicked in mind. Looking at the sparkle in Pixie's eye, he knew she was one of the only people who would be up for it.

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TAG. pixie hollow!
WORDS. 734.
OUTFIT. CLICK.
MUSIC. TEENAGERS - hayley williams
NOTES. fffffff- i love them.
CREDITS. made by karma!

[pixie hollow]

With a quick nod Pixie barely glanced at Shane's hand as a heart was traced on his chest, though she chose to ignore it. It didn't seem to be too much of a natural thing for him to do, though she was very curious. "You're definitely a smooth talker," she smiled, she could tell that he was rather comfortable with flirting, despite them being complete strangers. Of course, she was also rather comfortable with this pair, with the exception that she didn't know what she was getting herself into. All she knew, and these were mere observation, that he was strong and quick, so he wasn't completely normal ... not that it would bother her any, she's not completely normal herself. He's dangerous, her thoughts rang through her mind, but as usual she chose to ignore them. Pixie never had a sense of danger, she wasn't about to start now, not with him. What is it about him that I cannot resist?

With a soft smile on her lips she stepped closer to him, ignoring what he had probably wanted her to have not noticed, she placed a thin index finger on the edge of his tattoo and began tracing it. Right now, she didn't care about boundaries, she wanted to touch him, and the tattoo was the first thing Pixie went for. If she was trembling as she touched him, she didn't notice. "I-I'm fine she," she wavered, her voice cracking despite her wanting otherwise. The smile didn't fade, she didn't move, she continued tracing the tattoo on his smooth, chiseled chest; she didn't even give pause when it finally occurred her that he could hear her trying to relax her anxious nerves, hence his response. Glancing at him through her lashes, her eyes sparkled as a crooked smile came onto her face.

Now she couldn't take her eyes off him. He was a fine creature, that was for sure, and even though he felt dangerous she couldn't resist but want to get closer. It must be a Hallow family thing. From the time she was a little girl, to now, Pixie had always been drawn in by danger. It had always fascinated her, and from what she remembered there wasn't a Hollow that could turn down danger. This was different, this wasn't like the dangers that the rocks presented, those would hardly hurt her ... But this Shane Anubis. Her mind swam with possible reasons as to why he felt dangerous to her, but the only thing that presented itself was rather hopeful, and definitely a tempt towards death ... She wasn't normal, so it could be possible.

Shaking her head softly, as if to remove the thoughts from her mind, she continued tracing his other tattoos. Pixie had to move a little closer, and stand on her toes to pull down his arm. "I doubt you're easy to break, as well," she spoke as she continued to trace the lines with her index finger. Raising her eyebrows slightly as he spoke, taking pause she looked into his eyes with her blue ones, she had turned her gaze on him just as his eyes landed on the pointed death traps. Another playfully dangerous crooked smile befell her lips, "It depends on what kind of proof you're looking for, my dear." With another twinkle in her eyes, she winked.

Oi, she thought, as she could feel her heart palpitations speed. Waiting for a response, while her mind swam with different scenarios in her mind, she went back to tracing his tattoo in hopes that the thoughts would cease. Of course, being Pixie Marie Hollow meant nothing in her mind went unnoticed or forgotten. This boy, could very well be the death of her ... but at least it would be fun.

a girl who likes to touch
sometimes likes it rough

tag the darling mammon
word count getting better with six fifty.
musica no musica por mi pixie hollow
wearing black lace bra, white tutu, black stilettos.
notes they are so cute! ^o^;

[SHANE DEVONTE ANUBIS]

YOU'VE GOT A NERVE ¡¯TO BE ASKING A FAVOR !!!
you've got a nerve to be calling my number ?!

...and i know, we've been through this before
CAN'T YOU HEAR ME NOW, I'M CALLING OUT YOUR NAME ?!?
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He gave her a wide, goofy-looking grin across face. "Well, I'll just have to take your word for it.", he laughed, knowing she probably knew best. She was smart, he knew that. But she wasn't the type of girl that people would give her credit for it; she was just a pussy with a pretty face to them, and he knew she didn't deserve that. He hadn't realized before, how stupid the people of this world can be. How stupid I could be, he thought, being that he was the same kind of guy not too long ago. Not anymore.

What the fuck is it about this girl?, he asked himself, and not being able to answer. Something about her was more than he had originally thought, something amazing. It suddenly didn't matter what species she was; be her human, shifter, vampire, or succubus. It didn't matter: she didn't fit into any of them, only technically. She, with all her wonderful quirks, was Pixie, undefined. To call her anything else was too restricting. It felt so weird, to treat a complete stranger this way, and for her to arouse feelings he'd never wanted to feel before, and make them fucking amazing. He wasn't sure where it was going to end up from here: if they were going to wake up nude beside her the next morning, or if he would simply see her face when his eyes fluttered open. Either one, was good for him.

His chest tightened up, unable to move, as she took him by suprise, her single finger on his chest. It suprised him, but he liked it, as his eyes watched the girl's slender fingertips run along the painted perimeter of his tattoo. He could feel her shaking, her muscles tense, like electricity jolting through his flesh. Her soft, thin fingertips against his chest felt orgasmic, sparking sweet repurcussions through his ribs, as if the touch was better than sex itself. He'd never been with any I/S before; he supposed this is what it felt like with everyone, but at the moment, it was only something she could do. He looked at her, studing her throat, her chest as it heaved up and down. It was fascinating to him; he had no use for it, breathing, but he liked watching down on how humans worked. Like a scientiest examining a lab rat, curiousity ruled his mind, wondering about the sweet miracles that made it all work.

It puzzled him why he was looking at her, why she was so interested. He knew he wasn't bad looking, sure; But usually, if people had the choice, they'd never speak to him and ignore him. That was Mammon. This is Shane. But that explanation wasn't enough, he was still Mammon, heartless daimon bastard of Greed. Couldn't she see right through it, this façade, behind this face? He was a monster; He could snap her in half and have her for dinner if he wished, no matter how strong she may be in comparison to the others of her kind. He would always be at risk of hurting her, and he didn't like that. He swallowed his worries, as he listened on.

The smile returned to his face, though more of to make her feel happy than him, the sickening idea still clear in his mind. "Why, thank you. I consider myself a bit of a daredevil.", he joked, a laugh roaring out his mouth. Just like that, a few words, and the feeling of being dangerous was gone. He had forgotten of it, and was happy that he did; He just hoped it wouldn't come back later to haunt him. He looked on her face; what did she care? She liked danger, her face spoke it for her. "You sure you'd be up for it?", he grinned, looking at her to see if she was up for it. Of course she is.

He didn't wait for an answer, he didn't feel he had to. He hoisted her up on his shoulders, piggyback style, hooking her thin arms in his and wrapping her legs around his waist, her heals poking uncomfortably into his crotch, so he shifted her feet around. He through his head over his shoulder, his perced lips so close to hers. "You ready?", he spoke. If she was nervous, he wouldn't be surpised. He began to sprint, off the rock, into the cold, unforgiving sea, those sharp monolithic stones down below just waiting to impale through them both and throw their corpses to the ocean's maw. Her life was in his hands now; Had she had any idea how dangerous that was?
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TAG. pixie hollow!
WORDS. 777.
OUTFIT. CLICK.
MUSIC. SPLITTING THE ATOM - massive attack
NOTES. ahaha, i do too! <3 hopefully, shane doesn't get her killed.
CREDITS. made by karma!

[pixie hollow]

With a smile on her face, and her tone a little more playful than it had been before, she spoke, "I guess you will have to take my word for it, darling." Because my word is all you're going to get on that, she thought to herself; only slightly hoping he could read the thought on her face.

It seemed as though these two knew what the other was thinking even though they couldn't read minds, it was as if they could feel it within one another, smell it, maybe even see it. Yet, they didn't have to really say or do much to know; it was kind of amazing for Pixie ... This was similar to the kind of personal relationship that she had always dreamed of having with another individual. Despite the fact that they were both different, both strong, and both made for murder - one being the strongest of the two, of course. Typically the conversation wouldn't last this long; the touching, the flirting, the body language, but that was the phase that was lingering about the most. They didn't go straight in for the action, they were having fun and feeding into the others emotions. It was different, exhilarating even; Pixie could get used to this.

Often Pixie moved too fast, making relationships quite difficult because it would amount to sex, and sex would be the only thing keeping the relationship together. Now that she was taking this one step at a time it was quite nice moving at a different pace. Even though she never really liked the feel of human skin, it was always nice to feel as though she belonged in the same realm. She felt so small next to Shane, her being much smaller and weaker of the two, and him being chiseled and dangerous; thus making her feel more human than she really was. It wasn't a bad feeling though, oddly enough, she felt safe. No matter the danger that had alerted her senses the moment his presence was known but she wasn't frightened by him.

Pixie could feel his eyes on her, and that thought brought a smile on her face. As usual she wished she could read minds, she was so curious as to what Shane was thinking, but she hated to blatantly ask. She wondered if he was thinking the same as her, with her wild and curious imagination. The only explanation for Shane, that she had fabricated, was that he was like her, an Incubus, or he was a Daimon. Though he may have already figured her out, but she couldn't ever really tell the difference between her kind and Daimon until she saw the Daimon forms (and she's only seen that once in her lifetime). Pixie was dying to know, but Pixie could wait.

A devilish smile came to her face, "A daredevil, sounds quite invigorating." Biting her bottom lip she looked at him through her lashes, combing her hand through her white-blond hair. She scrutinized him as he asked her the question of her being ready, this is what she had been waiting for. This would be her ticket in to a glimpse of him. She barely got a nod in before he had flung her on his back, taking a breath out of her. Damn, he's stronger than I thought. The word dangerous bounced around her mind several times before she pushed it back to oblivion.

She gave him a slight squeeze and bit her bottom lip, nodding, just before he began to sprint. In mid-air she was so tempted to fling her arms around as if she were on a roller coaster; the temptation was not strong enough for the actual action. For an instant she held tighter to the man that was under her, and she closed her eyes, but she decided she'd rather like seeing what was to unfold. She couldn't help an almost inaudible squeak as they neared the water.

if you kiss me there, i'll kiss you here
if you touch me here, i'll touch you there

tag shane anubis
word count so many words at six seventy two.
music i don't like listening to music while writing as pixie.
wearing black lace bra, white tutu, black stilettos.
notes oi ve they are amazing together /dies

[SHANE DEVONTE ANUBIS]

YOU'VE GOT A NERVE ¡¯TO BE ASKING A FAVOR !!!
you've got a nerve to be calling my number ?!

...and i know, we've been through this before
CAN'T YOU HEAR ME NOW, I'M CALLING OUT YOUR NAME ?!?
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He nodded towards her, a grin plastered to his face, permenantly, he was sure. If it was, he wouldn't notice, and there it would be stuck for eternity. His mind was focused on this moment, and nothing would cloud his mind from it, unless it was his own stupidity. He sighed. My downfall. He couldn't help but notice the conversation was getting littler and littler, the casual flirting dying down into a few short replies, though meaningful. It wasn't that he'd run out of thing to say; he'd lost the need to use words. He could feel her, right to her core, he understood her. It was weird, but it was true, and it just felt right; Though he hadn't even known for even more than an hour, he felt more connected to her than any other being he'd ever met, living or dead. I suppose that shows how fucked up my life is, being I've been alive for thousands of years.

It had long gone, he knew, but the feeling of her palm against his bare chest was still there. It stood, like a ghost, it's cool air providing him with comfort even when it was not there. He hoped that feeling could last forever; he hopes he could hold on to it and bottle it up, these times. His mind recognized this as paradise, and the word ran through his head again and again, Shane quietly saying it to himself. Of course, he didn't know what paradise was, never experienced anything perfect - was this it? He lacked the ability or the experience to recognize it if it was, an empty hole in his heart proof.

He was an addict - for adrenaline and her, especially. He liked to die, and he had done it many times before,of the course of his eternal lifetime, mainly when he became bored or one of the siblings scarred him too bad. It was a new start; but he always returned to this earth or hell. He'd never told anyone, not even his brothers and sisters, that sometimes he wished those accidents, which appeared to just be stupidity-filled fun to them, was something more. He realized a long time ago that immortality grew boring, sometimes he'd wish that there would just be one right moment of sudden pain; His last death, a departure from this horribleness he'd been born into. He chuckled, thinking about what a funeral that would be; Surrounded by his family, the people who are supposed to love him unconditionally, smiles decorated her place.

Pixie was the replacement; a placebo. More of an anti-drug if anything, but the feeling was still bliss. He hadn't really been given a reason to live yet, other than those sweaty nights with Lust that seemed to become routine after a while. But Lust waasn't a person; she was merely someone to have sex with, to cure his insatiable boredom. That's not what she was; she was her own person, and she had the power to just walk away at any time she wished, and forget his face for the rest of her life. There was a risk; a danger.

"Indeed,", he answered her simply, before leaping them both of the edge of the rocky cliff, the stabbing knives below painting fearsome silhouettes on the water, the sun it's paintbrush. It was a beautiful day, he noticed, as the cool wind swept past, against their skin and through their hair, tickling their noses. It was so serene; so perfect. It was a long drop, and he could only imagine the force of the smack as it hit him, fullspeed. Time seemed to stop for a second, as his nose was just poked by the very tip of the sharp rock, and Pixie's gaping mouth frozen in time. It had to end, though, and it did, the rocks blasting through his body, enough blood to create it's own ocean.

Shane was dead the second he hit the rock; but Mammon had tooken his place, rising out of the scarlet waters, with his spiked hair, his marble-white eyes and teeth like knives. He just sat there, the devil in front of her, with a smile on his face; Awaiting Pixie's reaction.

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WORDS. 706.
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[pixie hollow]

Deep in the pit of her stomach, her gut rolled. She was excited about this and what was to come, she was completely awestruck by the events about to unfold, and she knew that she would be taken by surprise. She hadn't ever really done anything this dangerous, this carefree, but she certainly wasn't afraid. Even though Pixie had a feeling she should be, she wasn't. The excitement pushed all the logical fear out of her mind as they both crashed into the stone and the water surrounding it. The sharp rock crushed her legs enough to loosen her grip around Shane and she rolled into the water away from him, the back of her head and shoulders taken blows to the rocks.

Her eyes were still open, but all she saw was the crimson water as she pushed herself through the water and rocks. She could feel the blood and burn coming from the back of her head and knees, but it wasn't enough to cause such a pool of blood such as that. Nothing was on her mind, nothing but how fun that had been, had she been the first to impact she would have died ... maybe ... but she had got hurt, just not as bad as she presumed Shane was. If he hadn't died from that - which was something that worried her - she would be awestruck, and happy. Pushing with her heels against a rock, she cracked through the surface of the water and grabbed onto a rock she almost swam into.

Clearing the water from her eyes she looked around herself looking for Shane, though when she finally saw him he looked very different. His hair was spiked and his eyes were a lot different, completely white, his teeth sharp as a shark's. She took the sight in but she wasn't scared, she wanted nothing more than to touch him. The excitement was still making her skin crawl and her bones want to jump from her skin. Good going, such a close call. Sure, she could have died, but she hadn't ... she simply brought death closer, but Shane ... Shane had bled, a lot. Shane should have been dead, but what was she seeing now? He had the same aura as Shane, dark and mysterious, he looked similar ... yet somehow he was different.

A smile formed on her face as she moved closer to him, her eyes sparkling with excitement. The danger was present in his eyes but she couldn't resist getting closer to him. A smile former on her face as she climbed next to him, her knees bruised, yet she continued to sit on them as she looked at him. "You're a Daimon aren't you?" The smile was still on her face, and the urge to touch him didn't leave her, so she did. She placed her cold wet hand on his smooth cheek, her eyes glinting, but her mind screaming danger. Pixie looked deep into his eyes, the fear of him present in hers, but her body didn't act as though she were scared. A large playful smile formed on her lips, she moved her hand from his cheek to sit next to him, "That was really fun."

Taking another glance at this frightening creature though her eyes she pulled her knees to her chest, wincing as the pain seared through her skin, she rested her arms on her knees and tilted her head in his direction. Resting her head on her arms she watched him intently.

the scarier the situation
the better the reaction

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[SHANE DEVONTE ANUBIS]

YOU'VE GOT A NERVE ¡¯TO BE ASKING A FAVOR !!!
you've got a nerve to be calling my number ?!

...and i know, we've been through this before
CAN'T YOU HEAR ME NOW, I'M CALLING OUT YOUR NAME ?!?
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It should have hurt, he knew it should, his flesh screamed it should. It should have been the worst pain he could have every felt, and it should have seered through centuries. His fucking skin split apart, and his bones were crushed into powder, his blood clouded the water with it's crimson tint; it sprayed out of the new holes in his muscles like a geyser. But it didn't, it felt fun, he wanted to do it again. Purple bruises stained his demonic body, only making him a more horrific site to the girl.

He winced. That's what he had worried about, not wanting to see her horrified face after it was all over. His eyes looked at the blood-fused water, looking at his own reflection for just a second before turning away in horror. I'm a monster. He'd never paid much attention to his face; a device meant to strike fear into sinners, a corruption of a normal face meant only to kill. He'd never noticed it was any different from anyone else's, or cared about their opinions ; He'd grown amongst the oddest and scariest images one could imagine. He looked up, his white eyes staring at her, expecting her to be long gone before he did. But there she remained, white-hair and all.

He smiled, his sharp teeth revealed, little needles poking out over his bruised lips. His heart seemed to grow wings and flutter around in his ribcage at that moment, as he saw her face. Why in the hell was she still here? He didn't know, but he loved that she was, that she didn't feel fear in his presence. Maybe she did, smart enough to know she couldn't run through this deep water. If this was the last time he was going to see her, he would be suprised it lasted this long. A snicker left his mouth. "You're a strange one, Pixie Hollow.." With that, he dived below the water, breaking the gentle surface, staying under.

Bubbles flowed out from his mouth freely, the last of his air. It didn't mater, as he didn't leave it. He inhaled the water, letting it fill his shrivelled lungs and flow back in. He could breath it; It was just as useful as air to his body, anyways. His marble eyes scanned the rocky ocean floor, finally finding what he was searching for: a black heel, slipped loose from her feet. She hadn't even notcied, and as he rose back up, he brandished the dripping leather in his hand, setting it in her thin-fingered hands. "Why haven't you ran, screaming away, like others would?" A sharp-toothed grin still ran from ear-to-ear, wondering what it was that interested her in him.

He dove back a bit, not wanting to invade her personal space. Not to mention that he wasn't the prettiest thing in existence at the moment, but taht didn't seem to affect her. He was intrigued by her question, and her knwledge. He wasn't quite sure how many people knew about them up here, but he somehow wasn't surpised she was one of them. "Not your average one, but a Daimon, nonetheless.", he said simply, not wanting to boast in front of her. To be truthful, he was tired of talking about himself. He was unimportant, just another thread in the fabric of the wickedness that stained hell. Looking at Pixie, it brought him to conversations amongst the others, wondering about angels and wishing they did exist to himself, always knowing at the back of his mind that they were a myth in a crazy world of myths came true. Seeing Pixie, her elegant movements and unexplainable beauty, he wondered why he ever doubted them, angels.

He only nodded, for it was apparent. He didn't want to speak much, he didn't want to ruin anything with one stupid slip of a word like he'd done a million times before. His strong hand gripped her gentle fingers, curling arounf the softness of her palms. "I'm sorry for you having to see me like this.", he said, frown on his lips. "My human form is too bruised up to change back right now. My own stupidity." , his hand touching the stone speckled shore. He looked back, hiseyes focused on her. "Sorry if I hurt you.", he spoke faintly, and his words hinted, as if there was more. He spoke nothing, as he pulled himself up to land.

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WORDS. 737.
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[pixie hollow]

It was quite obvious what he was, just because he had survived such a bloody impact, yet she wanted him to admit it to her first. She wanted him to tell her, and she knew after what she had said that he probably would, either way he probably would, there was no other explanation then the ladder. If he weren’t a Daimon there wasn’t much else that could survive a fall like that, heck even she probably wouldn’t have had she been on the other side. It still struck her though, that he was also something that shouldn’t exist, something that people liked to believe didn’t exist. It was kind of nice not being alone here, sure she knew there were other Incubus and Succubus around, but it was nice knowing they weren’t the only species. It comforted her actually, despite it being a little creepy.

Honestly, none of that mattered to Pixie. She was comfortable with him, no matter his form; whether it be human or Daimon. She liked him, he was fun to be around, and she could tell that there was more to him then his human exterior and his Daimon interior. There was something, but she was not yet sure exactly what, but she certainly wanted to get to know it. Averting her eyes as she wrapped her arms around her knees and down her legs, realizing she had lost something, she started at the water that was crashing against the rocks. It was beautiful and serene, even though it was obviously a perfect death trap. And Pixie Marie Hollow enjoyed every second of it. Especially with her newly found companion. A smile crossed her face, she was curious if after this moment, after today, and they went their separate ways would they ever see each other again to talk or hang out. She felt so human thinking such a thing, but that was how he had made her feel.

It’s nice, she told herself. Of course, Pixie Hollow had never known how it felt to be human, being born Succubus from Joshua and Albert Hollow, her two homosexual father’s who were one pair in a whole line of Hollow homosexual men. Every man in her family was with another man, and every man in her family gave birth to boys … Except her father’s. Pixie was the first female Succubus born into her family, and the last. Everyone except her father’s had shunned her and picked on her because she wasn’t the way she was supposed to be. She wasn’t a boy. Glancing back to Shane a smile formed on her face, all traces of her thoughts disappeared. He was fascinating. Pixie always did like the strange and tortured souls, they seemed more real, maybe that was why she was so drawn to Shane, he was strange, and tortured. “I get that a lot,” she laughed just before he dove back into the water.

For awhile she stayed under, the bubbles breaking the top of the surface. When the bubbles ceased, Pixie didn’t fear that he was dead, because just by him still being there after that fall, she knew he couldn’t die. Despite possibly wanting to. When he rose through the surface again, handing her stiletto, she laughed and nodded her head. Of course, she actually had lost something. It was so like pixie to do that. Without thinking she set the shoe beside her and undid the strap to her other one, she was too lazy to put the wet shoe back on, but not too lazy to take it’s partner off, setting that one next to the other as well. Pixie thought about his question, then with a smile she spoke softly, “I needed you to retrieve my shoe.” With a wink she tilted her head to the side, as serious smile on her face, “No, but you fascinate me.” Her voice was a lot more quiet, calmer even, honest.

She didn’t need the space, but it was certainly appreciated nonetheless. She couldn’t take her eyes off him, even if most normal girls would run in fear, she couldn’t help but look at him. His marble-like eyes, this spiked hair, his pale valor. He is gorgeous, whether he knew it or not. With an almost inaudible whisper, she couldn’t resist telling him, and she knew he’d be able to hear. “You’re gorgeous,” her eyes smiled, even if her face wasn’t saying the same thing. Which she knew it wasn’t, she had her serious face on. A slight crooked smile showing her teeth, but it wasn’t the kind of smile that made your eyes squint and your cheeks burn. “I’ve never met anyone like you in my entire life,” she spoke softly, “I have seen a lot of things, things I haven’t ever dreamed of seeing … But you, I’m glad I met you.” She wasn’t sure why she was saying any of this, but she felt she needed to, and she wasn’t about to stop herself now that she was on a roll.

The smiled, the real smile, formed on her face again. “Oh no darling, don’t apologize,” in truth she was glad she saw him like this. They had everything out in the open now, because she was sure that he knew what she was. Placing her cool hand back to his cheek she said through her smile, “Darling, it’s nothing a little bandaging won’t fix. No worries.” She didn’t move her hand, she left it there. The touch of her skin on his was like fire burning through her palm, a nice cool fire, and it felt absolutely wonderful.

darling, you're absolutely amazing
and i want to be amazing with you

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[SHANE DEVONTE ANUBIS]

YOU'VE GOT A NERVE ¡¯TO BE ASKING A FAVOR !!!
you've got a nerve to be calling my number ?!

...and i know, we've been through this before
CAN'T YOU HEAR ME NOW, I'M CALLING OUT YOUR NAME ?!?
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He made a small smile, but he wanted it to be bigger. He imagined it through her eyes, imagining how unnerving it would be to see his stabbing teeth in the place in which there was to be normal ones. He wasn't even sure if he was able to change back; A bit of him wondered, curiously, why none of this seemed to scare her. Maybe it was his marble eyes, but he only found it harder and harder to read her expression as time went on. He didn't complain, he didn't want to read too much into the curious book that was Pixie Hollow. Save some chapters for later.

There was something more than just curiosity, than interest in her. It was the mysteries her words held, in his world where all of them had been revealed, there was one final question left unanswered: What was love? He'd asked himself the question so many times before, sitting in his little hell's paradise atop a mountain of silvers and golds, the riches that were never to be appreciated as he was Greed. That's who he was, he was to sit there in everything he'd wanted, and only wanted more. He searched and searched the bowels of the underworld, gathering riches and items, hoarding them selfishly. But they didn't make him happy, not even a bit. He'd thought there was nothing that could joy, it was a lost cause. How wrong I was.

He'd forgotten about it, it had left his mind for awhile as he simply watched his siblings and the lesser daimons go about their business, praying to escape this miserable world he had been born into. He couldn't let his brothers and sisters know that, putting on a mask of ignorance and hatred, though not quite too far from his genuine self. Eventually the mask became his face, submerged into this realm of greediness and stupidity. Just like he had become before, and his quiet ponderings, the most intelligent thoughts that had ever graced his mind, had become faint memories of previous intelligence. Meanwhile, he'd heard whispers amongst the armies of hell, words that he had not noticed before. Love, Care, Desire. He never believed in them, thinking them myths, trickeries by the english dictionary.

He'd learned slowly that they were real, physical things that could be felt, seen, touched. Not by himself, though, merely watching the silent love between Pride and Wrath, their romance kept solely behind closed curtains, not wanting to flaunt it out no matter how apparent it was. The jealousy that blossomed in Envy's eyes, speaking her icy tears, her care for the world dying away, much as his already had. The blind desire in Sloth's soul, saddened by her ignorance to it, but still trying every day, loving her dearly. It was all around him, sprouting and blossoming like flowers in the spring. But at the same time, it wilted and died, trust broken. Asmodeus was to blame, playing with his gentle perceptions of that newfound feeling, and picking apart the petals of that flower that made it up. And I still love her, he knew, even with all the pain she had brought him, that mystery about her tearing his soul apart. And I liked it, he knew, the pain made him feel so human, so alive, as if he wasn't already dead inside. Pixie showed hints of that, but just a bit, and he wondered if he was just walking into the same old heartbreak again; If he was, he'd never know until the end, when she'd have split the thing in two. Vulnerable again, he smiled.

His expression changed to a frown as he emerged from the water, drops dribbling their way down his pale, gossamer green skin. "I said that wrong.", he sighed, and though she was laughing, he felt the need to apologize for the poor choice of words. His eyes tried to lighten up, put her at ease, but they stayed the smooth, pearly white horrors they were. "You are...different. A good kind of different; wonderful.", he smiled, but he still wasn't pleased; He couldn't think of a single word that could describe her, as her very personality defied and rejected description. She was a wild, free spirit, and she couldn't be confined to the limits of the languages that left humans mouths so gluttonously. She was better than words, and the unspoken ones were the kind that fit her best.

As his feat beat through the water, churning it around him and pushing him backwards, he smiled at her words, just the perfect choice to make him smile and to make that thing in his head beat blood through his useless body. Like magic, they simply waved over him and made him feel good, and had the same power to take it all away in three easy words that he'd heard so much through his life: I hate you. The words stopped affecting him a while ago, and now, he couldn't even remember when they did. But his mind passed over threats to his stupidity, telling him, 'Mammon, you better not mess this up; This is the best thing that ever happened to you, and if you do something wrong to make her mad, It'll be the worst mistake you ever made.', and it showed the images, the three cursed words leaving Pixie's pretty lips. He knew his mind was right, telling him right from wrong, like the parent he never had.

I fascinate her, he smiled faintly, as he waded in the cool ater, his skin at ease. A green blush freckled abous his nose and cheeks, as his mind looked for things to say, but he couldn't find anything to match the simple bliss he felt. He didn't know, maybe it was just that he was too excited, but his mind could only concentrate on the ismple words. They were so strange, because he'd never really heard many compliments tossed his way, just insults from those brave enough to say it to his face, but plenty of little words tossed around behind his back. It felt so refreshing someone thought something good about him, even if he couldn't see it himself.

"Gorgeous?", he said dumbfounded, caught in a trap by the words. He wasn't her; he didn't know how her mind worked. But he couldn't put together the word with his own name, the combination being such an odd one, his perception struggled to understand it. He thought she was lying, because he'd never describe himself as gorgeous, or beautiful, or lovely. Especially not how he was, a monster in front of her eyes that she didn't seem to recognize.What was wrong with her, that she thought this was beautiful? Pixie only got more mysterious the more she talked, it seemed to Shane.

His lips brought themselves up a bit, just listening to the words that left her lips and the way they assembled themselves so gracefully, a vocal masterpiece with each sentence in his head.Pi They were just regular words, sure, but his mind had been taken captive by Pixie. He looked at her through his marble-white orbs, wishing for a second they could be the deep, beautiful black abyss of his human form instead. "Pixie Hollow, I've lived a thousand years.", he paused right there, wondering if he could just end it, end the sentence right there so he didn't make a fool out of himself. He'd dug this hole way too deep now, he realized, and the only way out was dig his way back out, one word at a time. "I've never met anyone else like you.", he finished, his eyes speaking to her that there was more to it, but the words would simply not roll of his tongue.

His legs began beating against the water, the shore deadset in his field of vision. He could say no more, as much as he'd like to, and his brain told him to slow down, and his heart said rush through. He'd come to listen to the two as of late, finding their advice to benefit him nicely, but he needed some time, if just a second, away from the affairs of love. It was a strange relationship with that reclusive feeling, and a new one as well, he previously resided in the emotional realm of ignorance. He hated how it twisted his perceptions and did away with reality to make room for it's strange ways, but at the same time adored it. Even as it worked eagerly against him, draining ever bit of energy and effort from his body, he loved it. And it may have been the stupid path to take, but he decided it was time to listen to his heart this time right now. His brain lay in a heap, the battle won by the underdog, the lesser taken path.

He felt his fingertips tickle the against the rocks, as he crawled out, dripping wet, at the same place he had begun when this all started. He'd half expected to meet another Pixie up there, another miracle in this hell of a world. He felt his toes his the a patch of grass, something rare for the North East beast. He felt comfortable in it, just right for what he'd had to stay. He didn't know if he was messing it up, as he spun around, his mouth making silent words, unable to say them. He just stood there, staring at her pretty face and her white hair, and he couldn't hold it in anymore. "I don't know how to say this, but I love you.", he said it simple, nothing to question or wonder about. "It might be too early. I don't know, I've never felt this way about a person before, but I know I can't sit here and ignore it." As soon as the words made their wispy way out of his lips, he felt ashamed of them, wishing he could rewind time and take it back. But it had been said, and he could never take it back. A sigh, he awaited her response, ready for her to walk away from him, and leave him in the dust, alone in this horrible place.
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WORDS. 1714!
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[pixie hollow]

Pixie was watching him, and though she felt strange for doing so, she continued. His facial expressions tore at her soul, he looked so tortured being himself, not just around her but at all. He didn’t look comfortable like this, not in her eyes. Watching him felt kind of strange, but she didn’t want to turn away, because she feared if she did so now, she wouldn’t look back. Pixie wanted to be close to him, she could feel it inside herself, but deep down she knew he could hurt her. It was the same warning that had made notice the minute he walked up to her, he was dangerous, if not more-so now than he had been before. He was in his truest state, a form he could move freely and more comfortable in, one that he knew how to work. Pixie hoped not to do anything too quickly, or say something too soon as to tempt him into anger. She had trouble with that. It was the one thing she always did to ruin something.

Oh how she wanted to know more about Shane, she wanted to know everything about him. She wanted to know why he seemed to hate himself so, but she didn’t want to bring that up, she didn’t want to anger him. Ever. Pixie wanted him to trust her, and she’d do just about anything to earn his trust, he deserved that. Didn’t he? Like everyone he deserved truth, loyalty, and respect, but it was obvious - just by the way he looked and thought of himself - it was something he rarely received. He needs this more than anything else, she thought to herself. She found herself sitting on the rock, her legs wrapped one over the other, she pulled her hand away hesitantly from his face, placing it in her lap next to the other. Looking down at her hands, the silence beginning to ache, but she knew they didn’t need words. Looking back at him, her eyes sparkling of crystal blue, her face clear and black, with a smile trying to force the corners of her lips.

Something fluttered inside of her, at the pit of her stomach, something she had only felt once in her life. It had been long forgotten, this warm happy feeling inside of her, almost as if she had found a missing toy, or she had gotten her first kiss from the boy she had been crushing on for months. It was a feeling she knew always led to heart break and one night stands with strangers because God knew that one night stand meant nothing, needed no kind of feelings. It was a simple thing, like greed and lust, to her. It was second nature, but sometimes, sometimes Pixie needed to feel something. It made her feel like she wasn’t completely an empty void, like she belonged somewhere with someone. She knew what it was, but for now she chose to ignore it; if maybe she ignored it she wouldn’t say the words too soon and ruin anything. Often, just by saying those words Pixie doomed herself for heartbreak, she didn’t want that with Shane. It was almost as if she needed him.

Crystal blue eyes lit up as the make figure before her struggled with an apology, the smile that had pulling at the corner of her lips finally formed. He didn’t have to try to fix what he had said, she hadn’t taken any offense to it. Though, it was nice that he was trying. “I appreciate that,” she said softly, averting her eyes to the water surrounding him. Her heart beat beginning to pick up in speed, the butterflies in her stomach steadily flapping their wings. I’m far from wonderful, the girl thought to herself, not wanting to be questioned as to why she felt she wasn’t. In fact, she didn’t want to talk about herself at all, she wanted to talk about him…but she knew he felt the same way about himself, that she felt about herself. Talking about oneself was a common subject that many people did not want to hit ground on, and she was included in that category. It wasn’t that her life was strange, or different, or even tragic, she just hated talking about her life in general. It wasn’t worth listening to, not to her anyway.

Hearing him say she was wonderful made her feel good though, it made her feel as though she was worth something. It was like that wimple word had made her feel alive. It made her feel fantastic, it made her feel wonderful. Even though, if you looked at this logically, any normal person that was told they were wonderful by a Daimon would run off screaming, but Pixie could only smile. She could feel the soft pink burn reach her cheeks as she concealed her face, pushing it to the side as if she had heard something, making her hair cover half her face. When she could feel the blush lighten she looked back towards Shane, curious as ever, “Is your actual name Shane?” Though, once again, after she had said those words she wished she would have kept her mouth shut. Thinking on it, she wasn’t really sure if she wanted to know.

Such a fucking idiot, she cursed herself. She hadn’t thought on it, and she did what hurt her the most, saying things before she even meant to say them. That was her curse, she had trouble thinking before she spoke, often leading to unwanted questions, answers, and comments. I took her all she had to look him square in the face, waiting for an answer from the man before her. Even though she hated herself for asking she was ever so curious about how he would answer, though she had a feeling it wouldn’t be as beautiful as Shane was, something much more Daimonic … something she hadn’t really expected about him. And yet, no matter how frightened she should have been, she wasn’t. Every fiber of her being itched for his answer, anticipating and somehow dreading it.

Quickly, she pulled herself together. A soft laugh forming on her lips before she spoke. “Yes,” she smiled, “You see I have a weird fascination for the unexplainable, and you, well, I cannot explain you with words.” She nodded saying the words slowly as to make sure everyone of them were the words she really wanted to choose, but she knew that once they were out in the open she couldn’t take them back. “You’re different, and not just because you’re a Daimon, but because despite everything, you’re here.” Even though it didn’t make much since in her mind, she left it at that, but she couldn’t resist adding one last thing, “You’re real.” She was fighting her own Daimons, she felt ridiculously stupid trying to explain why he fascinated her, why he was gorgeous in her eyes, and she felt as though she was failing at doing so miserably.

She couldn’t look him straight in the face after what she had just said, she felt ashamed and completely idiotic. She felt like a teenage girl telling the most popular boy in school that she wanted to go out with him, she felt as though she was putting herself into a situation that could break every last thread of normalcy that she fought for. She hated it, yet it was exciting to her. Though, as he spoke Pixie couldn’t help but bring her light eyes to his white ones. Pixie wasn’t sure whether to be frightened by what he had said or to feel comforted in the fact that he had said it. Either way she was taken by surprise, but she tried not letting that show on her face. A thousand years was a lot of time for one person to live, and it had to be extremely boring. She wanted to know if there was more that he was going to say, and as if he had read her mind he continued to speak. There was more to it, she could feel it, she could read it in his pale eyes, but he wouldn’t say it. He couldn’t say it, and even though she wanted to know she wasn’t going to push her limits with him, not yet.

She was worried that he thought he had offended her as he beat off, racing for the shore. Pixie didn’t want him to think like that, she didn’t want him to worry about saying anything to her. Softly, whispering she spoke, “You can tell me anything.” Her gaze followed after him, knowing he had heard her. So badly she wanted to follow him, and no matter how much she denied herself the option she did. Trudging slowly behind him, as to give him the space he so desperately seemed to need. She didn’t want to push him, she didn’t want him to hurt her and she knew he didn’t want to hurt her either. Pixie felt she needed to be near him, but she fought against herself to put the space between them so he could battle with himself. If he needed the space she would definitely give him what he needed, but she didn’t want to leave him there like this. Silently she waited for him to speak, if he ever would. She wouldn’t have been shocked if he just walked away, leaving her there.

In fact, maybe he would be safer doing so. He wouldn’t have to fight with himself to tell her what he wanted to, and she wouldn’t have to be frightened of ruining this or being hurt because of her own ignorance. Though before she could even think of encouraging him to leave if he needed to he spun around to face her, again as if he had heard her thoughts. The words he said she had not expected to come from him, she was taken aback, and pleased, honored even. For a long pause she stood there taking this moment in, trying to implant it to her memory to hold forever. Pixie looked him square in the face, every last detail of him etched into her mind, the marble-white eyes, the teeth like daggers, and the gossamer, green skin, along with his spiked black hair. Now that she really looked at him, he was gorgeous in all the glory that she had originally thought, and she could feel that he was hers. For now.

Without originally planning on walking towards him she did, she didn’t bother giving him space, giving him time. He had said the words that typically she would say, that would lead to her heartbreak, and knowing how that felt she wasn’t about to let that happen to him. Besides, she could barely resist him now. Pixie didn’t say a words as she neared him, for fear that her words would screw this moment over, simply she took his cool hand in hers. Pulling herself closer to him, realizing how short she really was to him without her stilettos that were now long forgotten, she stood on her tippy toes and kissed his cheek. As she did so she placed her other small hand on his cheek, closing her eyes to remember this moment.

a kiss says more than any
word spoken can express

tag shane devonte anubis
word count one thousand nine hundred and thirty three
notes i couldn't resist writing this with these two.