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The Ever present Ariza

Richard leans against a tree, his chocolate brown eyes looking around the clearing. He spots Azia and, he smiles softly, wondering what fun he could have if he tried.*

-the tip of a pallid finger returns to closed ebony lips, and he fixes that cornflower blue gaze on the stretch of grass ahead of him; the slight concave of a smooth stomach is apparent, as he sits with his back arched into the curve of the tree; the sleek waterfall of poker straight, violet-stained tresses whispering at the concealed curve of his Adam's Apple; fully aware of Richard's presence, it is arrogance, and nothing more, that forces him to ignore it. offering only his voice towards him-...Smile at nothing? First sign of madness, contrary to popular belief.



Who said I was smiling at nothing?-he said moving to Azia, he moves like he is part feline, part human, and part something. hidden. He then sits down rather gracefully before Azia.*

back arching, now, he stretches again; bringing slender arms upwards over his head, as to form an elegant arch above his head; the protective cage of his ribs is apparent behind the concealing, wine-red cheongsam...so graceful, yet ever marble; down along the undersides of his wrists, azure veins thread like a pattern; yet his eyes refuse to move aside from Richard's...unwavering in his self-certainty; there is nothing warm, or relenting in the smooth smile, that turns up either side of an ebony-kissed mouth-...Oh, do forgive me... I feel as though I have wronged you so greatly.

he laughs, watching Azia's movements carefully.- You aren't forgiven though.-he picks up some grass, his eyes wandering over Azia and back to his eyes.*

-a pallid hand offers a base little flick, and he lowers himself down to lie in the frost-tipped grass; back arching, he seems constantly in love with each sense his body offers; pallid fingers wander down along his own chest, although those hooded, ancient eyes, remain fixed on Richard...never fluttering, he abandons even blinking, merely to gaze into this individual's eyes; lips constantly drawn into a lecherous smile; his very voice lilting with lascivious, musical tones-....I think I might die of sorrow...you break my heart, I'm sure..

Oh...Should I go and mend it.*he moved to Azia, watching his fingers wander on his chest. He reaches out to Azia running his fingers on his and brushing his bottom lip.*

-pale azure orbs flutter, and he merely parts his lips against the intruding fingers that threaten a cold mouth; his expression doesn't change, yet merely intensifies with strong dislike; contradictory to his movements; those fingers idly rise upwards, and curl about Richard's hair; glossy nails streaking between each strand, lazily, listlessly...a venomous love of self apparent in his very tone; each word expelled in heavy breaths of a suffocating selfishness, and foreign desire-...You should do...I may possibly need it.

Possibly?*he leans forward, his lips brushing his fingers and Azia's lips before moving back a couple of inches.*

-those cool eyes flicker, and, without offering a smile, he leans upwards towards Richard; long nails tracing a little too closely along the flesh on the other's neck, as he tauntingly ghosts jet dyed lips along his; breath kissed with cinnamon, and sugar, each touch is like some foreign herb...yet one hand remains forever against his own throat; clasping at the ribbons that draw together his collar, so very tightly; concealing only one of his secrets, those words he utters trace patterns along Richard's skin, while his lips remain to taunt at his mouth-...Yes, you ruined me...I'm in tatters, I promise

his fingers move down to the hand that rests at his neck, he leans forward and presses his lips against Azia's lightly.* That better?*he breaks off, dirty blonde strands of hair falling before his chocolate brown eyes.*

curved lips only press together, before he leans upwards, once more; long fingers snake about the back of Richard's neck, and he attempts to draw him nearer, placing lazy, open mouthed kisses against his skin...almond-shaped optics finally settle at half-mast; abandoning his before dislike, in an attempt to satiate only his own desire…there is selfish reasons behind his every movement a malicious insult just bordering the tip of his tongue, although for now, he only whispers soothingly-...Not really....that wasn't wonderful, now, was it?

*he looks at Azia, his eyes looking into his before kissing him and never answering his question. His other hand moves up from his chest to go into his hair and pull him in.*





Fin…