Post by Quill on Oct 31, 2011 21:45:26 GMT -5
((BRITTANY I TOLD YOU I WOULD MAKE THIS JUST FOR YOU
THIS IS LIKE THE MOST IN DEPTH I'VE EVER GONE WITH SOMETHING LIKE THIS
ONLY FOR YOU WOMAN))
3 AM was not a normal time to be out for a casual stroll, but Ikebukuro was not a normal town, and Izaya Orihara was not a normal person. He moved at an easy, tottering pace, one foot carefully in front of the other, his arms out for balance as he walked the edge of the curb as a performer might walk a tightrope. He made his way past the park, darkened and abandoned at this time of night, but was stopped by a soft flutter of wings. He lowered his arms and turned his head, owl-like on his shoulders, towards the noise's source. His mask-like smile pulled wider, and his eyes glittered. "Well, it's been a while since I've seen you."
The wings fluttered again in response, and a dark figure dropped from the balding branches to the ground below. "I was in the neighborhood," murmured a soft, young voice from somewhere within the shadowed hood. "...I was visiting some friends in Shibuya."
Izaya turned his body to fully face the figure, still smiling widely. "That's strange of you to say. You normally avoid this place like the plague," he remarked, not even bothering to hide the teasing, taunting tone in his voice.
"I could say the same about you, what with that blond maniac out for your blood." Colorless lips pulled into a smile that nearly mirrored his own. "But the Dullahan's been preoccupied lately and hasn't been on the watch for me. I suspect you had a hand in that."
"Maybe." He sauntered closer, just out of arm's reach, his eyes bright.
The figure watched him, a single inhuman black eye tracking his movements beneath the hood. "You think yourself clever, Orihara. You think you can close off your thoughts to the world, but you're an open book to me. I can read your emotions as easily as anyone else's."
"Really? Tell me then, Raven. What am I feeling right now? I'm dying to know."
"Arrogance, mostly. Anticipation, waiting for plans to finish and others to be set into motion. Pride, a sense of accomplishment. Wariness, for being in town while Heiwajima is prowling the streets...anxiety, fear, pain, sadness, loss..."
Izaya cut him off, waving hand dismissively. "Yes, yes, I get the picture," he said shortly.
Suddenly the figure was very very close, their noses practically touching. "And now there's some embarrassment in there as well," he purred. "You can't hide anything from me, Orihara. I can read you like an open book, and for all your efforts, I am an enigma to you. My mind simply is not human enough to be picked apart."
For once, his smile faltered, but he made no move to pull away. "Anyone's movements can be predicted- even a demon's," he said quietly, his breath misting on the other's face. Colorless lips pulled back to reveal sharp teeth that were anything but human.
"Predict this then, child."
In an instant a pair of bony, long-fingered hands were buried in his coat, pulling him even closer, and their mouths were pressed together in a violent embrace of their own. Sharp teeth threatened to draw blood from his lips, and as he inhaled sharply, a tongue began to probe about, briefly but repeatedly meeting with his own in a complex courtship.
He pressed his hands against the other's chest, a half-hearted attempt to disentangle the demon, but the tips of his fingers dug into the ethereal cloth of his cloak, and as his eyes closed he caught a glimpse of large ebony wings curling around him, drawing him closer.
One hand firmly grasped as much cloak as it could hold, while the other came free, entwining itself in the glossy feathers. With a gasp, his aggressor pulled away, taking a few overeager droplets of blood from his lips, still connected by a strand that shined silver in the moonlight. "Ah, fuck--" the demon gasped, his voice surprisingly human. "Fuck, Izaya, stop it--" The raven's pale cheeks flushed in contrast to his icy fingers, and he fumbled to free the broker's grip on his wings.
He let the other take his hand, just holding it for a moment as the demon gasped for air. "Did you read that from my emotions?" he asked, his voice soft. He ran his tongue across his lips, collecting the crimson traces that had been left behind and severing the silver string for good. "What was that about being unreadable?"
For a moment, the demon said nothing, single dark eye meeting two impenetrable reddish-brown. He released the man's captive hand sharply, and was gone in a whisper of wings.
Izaya Orihara tucked his hands into his coat pockets and gazed skywards, a cold smile spreading across warm lips. "...Heh. That's what I thought."
THIS IS LIKE THE MOST IN DEPTH I'VE EVER GONE WITH SOMETHING LIKE THIS
ONLY FOR YOU WOMAN))
3 AM was not a normal time to be out for a casual stroll, but Ikebukuro was not a normal town, and Izaya Orihara was not a normal person. He moved at an easy, tottering pace, one foot carefully in front of the other, his arms out for balance as he walked the edge of the curb as a performer might walk a tightrope. He made his way past the park, darkened and abandoned at this time of night, but was stopped by a soft flutter of wings. He lowered his arms and turned his head, owl-like on his shoulders, towards the noise's source. His mask-like smile pulled wider, and his eyes glittered. "Well, it's been a while since I've seen you."
The wings fluttered again in response, and a dark figure dropped from the balding branches to the ground below. "I was in the neighborhood," murmured a soft, young voice from somewhere within the shadowed hood. "...I was visiting some friends in Shibuya."
Izaya turned his body to fully face the figure, still smiling widely. "That's strange of you to say. You normally avoid this place like the plague," he remarked, not even bothering to hide the teasing, taunting tone in his voice.
"I could say the same about you, what with that blond maniac out for your blood." Colorless lips pulled into a smile that nearly mirrored his own. "But the Dullahan's been preoccupied lately and hasn't been on the watch for me. I suspect you had a hand in that."
"Maybe." He sauntered closer, just out of arm's reach, his eyes bright.
The figure watched him, a single inhuman black eye tracking his movements beneath the hood. "You think yourself clever, Orihara. You think you can close off your thoughts to the world, but you're an open book to me. I can read your emotions as easily as anyone else's."
"Really? Tell me then, Raven. What am I feeling right now? I'm dying to know."
"Arrogance, mostly. Anticipation, waiting for plans to finish and others to be set into motion. Pride, a sense of accomplishment. Wariness, for being in town while Heiwajima is prowling the streets...anxiety, fear, pain, sadness, loss..."
Izaya cut him off, waving hand dismissively. "Yes, yes, I get the picture," he said shortly.
Suddenly the figure was very very close, their noses practically touching. "And now there's some embarrassment in there as well," he purred. "You can't hide anything from me, Orihara. I can read you like an open book, and for all your efforts, I am an enigma to you. My mind simply is not human enough to be picked apart."
For once, his smile faltered, but he made no move to pull away. "Anyone's movements can be predicted- even a demon's," he said quietly, his breath misting on the other's face. Colorless lips pulled back to reveal sharp teeth that were anything but human.
"Predict this then, child."
In an instant a pair of bony, long-fingered hands were buried in his coat, pulling him even closer, and their mouths were pressed together in a violent embrace of their own. Sharp teeth threatened to draw blood from his lips, and as he inhaled sharply, a tongue began to probe about, briefly but repeatedly meeting with his own in a complex courtship.
He pressed his hands against the other's chest, a half-hearted attempt to disentangle the demon, but the tips of his fingers dug into the ethereal cloth of his cloak, and as his eyes closed he caught a glimpse of large ebony wings curling around him, drawing him closer.
One hand firmly grasped as much cloak as it could hold, while the other came free, entwining itself in the glossy feathers. With a gasp, his aggressor pulled away, taking a few overeager droplets of blood from his lips, still connected by a strand that shined silver in the moonlight. "Ah, fuck--" the demon gasped, his voice surprisingly human. "Fuck, Izaya, stop it--" The raven's pale cheeks flushed in contrast to his icy fingers, and he fumbled to free the broker's grip on his wings.
He let the other take his hand, just holding it for a moment as the demon gasped for air. "Did you read that from my emotions?" he asked, his voice soft. He ran his tongue across his lips, collecting the crimson traces that had been left behind and severing the silver string for good. "What was that about being unreadable?"
For a moment, the demon said nothing, single dark eye meeting two impenetrable reddish-brown. He released the man's captive hand sharply, and was gone in a whisper of wings.
Izaya Orihara tucked his hands into his coat pockets and gazed skywards, a cold smile spreading across warm lips. "...Heh. That's what I thought."
