Cat Toe ] have a little faith
Feb 12, 2014 4:44:40 GMT -5
Post by анзие (Anz) on Feb 12, 2014 4:44:40 GMT -5
[presto] For a date in which she has little patience for, it went fairly well. Particularly when Kaia considers the fact that she never makes small talk and she's not sure Mason knew exactly what to say. Kaia did her best to keep him guessing, anyway. Tried to keep his interest with light touches, a brief display of false vulnerability (it was false, she's strong and in complete control of the situation), a little interest in his life. It's all for a greater cause, even if some parts bored her to death (she didn't let it show, but she may have wavered, may have shown him what she has in mind but she thinks he won't have noticed and if he had then he might think it's something else entirely. Kaia has a little hope.) Now, though. Now she leads him back to her home, her hand tucked safely in his arm, allowing some of her desire to form her expression, lets her head rest briefly on his shoulder (admiring his strength as much as she fears it; she wonders what his will is like - will it be so easily broken?) The Blackmore home is large, towering and possibly, to a stranger, intimidating. Kaia's eyes linger almost proudly on it, as though it was her hands that built the home (it wasn't). It's beautiful in her eyes, beautiful with the memories she helped place into the walls and floors and ceilings and rooms, beautiful for all the blood it stands upon. (A part of her wonders what he thinks, but she dismisses it because that part doesn't get a say in anything.) "Thank you for walking me back," she says suddenly (Manners are important, she thinks). She glances at him with a brief little smile and they stop on the front porch, the light above them steady but dim even in the gathering darkness. Kaia turns to face him, slipping her arm out of his grip but not entirely letting him go. Say something. She offers him a smile. "Well, this is it." It's faux-shyness in her voice (it's not real, it's not real). "This is where I live." She gestures towards the closed door but never takes her eyes off his. She glances at it and teasingly says with true-faux-modesty, "It's not much, but..." But it's home, and it's a home I've grown up in, the home I want to stay, and if I want to stay here he has to die. "I don't think my family is home yet," she says in a voice as low and silky as she can make it. "Do you... want to come in?" With a little tilt of her she lets her lower lip roll out ever so slightly in a small, hopeful pout. If he runs away now... She hopes to whatever deity that exists he doesn't.[/presto] | [presto] "Kaia" Ivoire Blackmore D2 . Agnete Hegelund . 18 How in gods name did I survive I need a little sympathy To sore my insecurities Our consciences are always so much heavier than our egos[/presto] |