The tide rolls to and fro, lapping at the bay’s hooves with each passing. Overhead, the calls of gulls litter the air, the alabaster birds diving in and out of thermals. His laughter rigs her ears forward, studying the coarseness of it. He imparts words of wisdom on her unknowing auds, this water, would make one sick. Well, she was the least surprised, it tasted absolutely dreadful. It did however possess a unique quality, at least one she thought was so. The steady rhythm the waves beat upon the sand was rather soothing to her, a steady, consistent serenade. Killgore is pleased that he does not shy from her advances, he takes them in stride, even seems to enjoy them. That was perfect. That was absolutely perfect.
Plans are set to return to the beach at night, so that she may observe the moon. She didn’t know what was so special about it, Khaos seemed eager to show her, and she deemed it worthy of attention. Who knows, maybe she would like it even more when the sun was down. She somewhat liked surprises, even more so when they were for her. For her, the invitation for a moonlit visit felt like a gift to her. It was funny how everything worthwhile happened at night, but not an unwelcome occurrence. Night brought out the true nature for most, some embraced it, and some shied away. She wasn’t one to shy away, never had been, never would be. She was an opportunist, and one couldn’t take advantage of tings if they spent their existence cowering.
Oh like that do you? she thinks as another laugh finds its way to her. The little saying a familiar one, but a true one nonetheless. ”As wicked as I want.” she smiles smoothly, a fire in her dark orbs. She did what she wanted, as she wanted. Just so happens, they might have wanted the same things.
meh... and i cant figure out why it is bolding