03-02-2017, 10:17 PM
The dark male can feel the edges of his lips turning, lifted without effort to quirk a slightly crooked, rather small, smile. He can not recall ever hearing that he had exceeded anyone's expectations. For so many years, he had been a slave to his father...in every aspect he had been abused...beaten...made to feel less than zero.
His silver eyes seem hazy, drifting and lost in a past that he kept locked away tightly. It had been some months since he had caught sight or scent of Gunsynd. Good riddance you fucking bastard...
Suddenly...suddenly he is painfully aware of the tension in his gritted jaw, the way his muscles are bunched with suppressed anger and pain. The stormy eyes clear and look to the smaller woman who still stood searching his features. "Oh." The word breaks him away and forces him back to the present. Long lashes fall over the mercury irises as he shuts it all away one again. Carli"s coy, passive tone draws him away from his mind's eyes and he focuses upon her womanly features. She reminds him of a willow, lush, knowing, forever present. Her eyes have seen far more than he, she has known more than he could even imagine. The dark male cocks his head slightly as the matted tangles of his mane shake loose against the tightness in his neck.
"Carli." Her name, much more playful and perhaps, intimate. She offers something more than just a name but an invitation to a friendship. Lior could use a friend despite his typical demeanor. Most declare him anti-social, cantankerous and spitting. "Nice to meet you, Carli." The words that flit from his lips like dusty moths echo with a small tug of a smile to the slightest edges of his lips. "And so, have you found what you are looking for?" He doesn't mean to muse. Lior is not a playful creature. He asks with a straight eye, plucking at the fibers of her features, the electricity in her brain. There is more that twiddles between her ears but perhaps in time they could come to understand one another if her offer of friendship was one of truth, of genuine sincerity.
...something he had not experiences in many years.
His silver eyes seem hazy, drifting and lost in a past that he kept locked away tightly. It had been some months since he had caught sight or scent of Gunsynd. Good riddance you fucking bastard...
Suddenly...suddenly he is painfully aware of the tension in his gritted jaw, the way his muscles are bunched with suppressed anger and pain. The stormy eyes clear and look to the smaller woman who still stood searching his features. "Oh." The word breaks him away and forces him back to the present. Long lashes fall over the mercury irises as he shuts it all away one again. Carli"s coy, passive tone draws him away from his mind's eyes and he focuses upon her womanly features. She reminds him of a willow, lush, knowing, forever present. Her eyes have seen far more than he, she has known more than he could even imagine. The dark male cocks his head slightly as the matted tangles of his mane shake loose against the tightness in his neck.
"Carli." Her name, much more playful and perhaps, intimate. She offers something more than just a name but an invitation to a friendship. Lior could use a friend despite his typical demeanor. Most declare him anti-social, cantankerous and spitting. "Nice to meet you, Carli." The words that flit from his lips like dusty moths echo with a small tug of a smile to the slightest edges of his lips. "And so, have you found what you are looking for?" He doesn't mean to muse. Lior is not a playful creature. He asks with a straight eye, plucking at the fibers of her features, the electricity in her brain. There is more that twiddles between her ears but perhaps in time they could come to understand one another if her offer of friendship was one of truth, of genuine sincerity.
...something he had not experiences in many years.