“Hello there.” Her voice chirps softly off of her lips to mix with the rustling of leaves and whistling of birds. His ears flatten at first and his muscles clench, his jaw too. Chem’s head snakes around his white-splashed shoulder, a wry grin contorts his onyx lips and the evening light dancing in his mischievous teal eyes. “Hi.” He chuckles the word, “Ya caught me.” He spins around to face her properly and approach just a few feet closer so he may look a little closer. He’s never been good at stopping his hungry gaze from straying over a girl’s body and now is no different. Her small body, so much more delicate than his, holds the smoothed edges of a feral heritage. Nothing selective, he observes, only adaptation and capability. Every woman’s shape makes him rather drunk, especially those first begging sips, but he does so love those carved by the world around them. He chews his thoughts for a moment before bringing his eyes to meet hers. “I’m Chem.” He squints, tilting his head in mock confusing. “You new here, miss?” Somehow the deviance is evident in his glassy stare, those long milky lashes do nothing to veil it. c h e m d o g in absentia luci, tenebrae vincunt |
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