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Hand grabbed she allowed herself to be dragged into the kitchen and she allowed the bubbly Madeline a smile. She liked the woman. Not nearly as much as she liked her Specter nor in the same fashion, but she liked the woman nonetheless. Commanded to pick a tea, Amoret decided to put real effort into her choice as Alphonse commented on the pose of the woman beside her. Her lips curled into a smile as she met his eyes before turning to the task she’d been given.
“I like tea,” she said in response to Jeff, her voice soft with that sweet little purr that Alphonse would know all too well from her. A canister was pulled down and opened as they talked behind and beside her. Inhaling she tilted her head, considering, before setting it back. A brow lifted as the fourth canister was placed back and she looked over her shoulder at the men. “Do I now?” Her eyes met Alphonse’s again and a pink brow rose lazily as she turned back to the cabinet.
That was the first she was hearing of it. Not many approached her and any she’d thought of including in her fucked up, bloody little world had run the other way. Most had ended up at the end of her knife.. Not all had been quick, some she couldn’t allow to tell but she’d no desire to draw out their pain. It had been self preservation than that aching, clawing need to kill.
“Not in particular,” she agreed with Madeline. “And most people who decide to interrupt a kill are not seen from again. Nothing is worse than having your fun ruined.” The way she said it, it could have alluded to an orgasm, though no one there knew or would guess that the pink haired killer was a virgin.
A not so friendly snort left her at the mention of Doey as she picked out a green and set it on the counter, her choice made. It was light, floral with hints of tropical fruits that would sweeten it. Leaning against the counter, her arms crossed as she watched the three. She didn’t miss having friends or family. At least not normally. This made something flicker to life but she squashed it firmly. Such things did not mesh with who, what she was. Though if anyone could, it would be the group around her.
Lie. She didn’t say it, but she knew it as a lie without questioning him. When Madeline bit him, Amoret couldn’t help but laugh, a low amused sound. Yes, she liked Madeline. Amused eyes watched as she demanded a real answer and the chair teetered on its two legs in a final threat to get a real answer from her Specter.
When her eyes found Amoret again, she flashed Madeline a slow, sensual curl of her lips. “Thank you.” She accepted the compliment and she nodded. “This one, please, Madeline?” She nudged the container closer to Madeline while taking a guess at her name, the only hint being Mads. Even with their little make-out session in the living room, neither of them knew what the plan was. Watching him be bullied had amused her, greatly. Still, the tiny pink haired devil took pity on him and crossed the room, brushing against Madeline as she moved past her.
Fingers ran through his hair, nails scratching lightly at his scalp. When he leaned back, she slipped into his lap. Like a cat marking her territory in some ways, she wanted to piss Doey off. Had that been the only reason, she might not have, she had after all promised to behave. Amoret though didn’t know boundaries like normal people though and she wanted to be close to him. The pair new now that there was something, so why hide it?
Curled in his lap she crossed her legs and looked to Madeline. “Thank you for the tea and the.. Mmn other offer. I think I will stick with tea for now though.” It was a polite decline. Not that she wouldn’t have been up for trying, something told her that her Specter wouldn’t share easily and as he was why she was here and who she craved…
“I like tea,” she said in response to Jeff, her voice soft with that sweet little purr that Alphonse would know all too well from her. A canister was pulled down and opened as they talked behind and beside her. Inhaling she tilted her head, considering, before setting it back. A brow lifted as the fourth canister was placed back and she looked over her shoulder at the men. “Do I now?” Her eyes met Alphonse’s again and a pink brow rose lazily as she turned back to the cabinet.
That was the first she was hearing of it. Not many approached her and any she’d thought of including in her fucked up, bloody little world had run the other way. Most had ended up at the end of her knife.. Not all had been quick, some she couldn’t allow to tell but she’d no desire to draw out their pain. It had been self preservation than that aching, clawing need to kill.
“Not in particular,” she agreed with Madeline. “And most people who decide to interrupt a kill are not seen from again. Nothing is worse than having your fun ruined.” The way she said it, it could have alluded to an orgasm, though no one there knew or would guess that the pink haired killer was a virgin.
A not so friendly snort left her at the mention of Doey as she picked out a green and set it on the counter, her choice made. It was light, floral with hints of tropical fruits that would sweeten it. Leaning against the counter, her arms crossed as she watched the three. She didn’t miss having friends or family. At least not normally. This made something flicker to life but she squashed it firmly. Such things did not mesh with who, what she was. Though if anyone could, it would be the group around her.
Lie. She didn’t say it, but she knew it as a lie without questioning him. When Madeline bit him, Amoret couldn’t help but laugh, a low amused sound. Yes, she liked Madeline. Amused eyes watched as she demanded a real answer and the chair teetered on its two legs in a final threat to get a real answer from her Specter.
When her eyes found Amoret again, she flashed Madeline a slow, sensual curl of her lips. “Thank you.” She accepted the compliment and she nodded. “This one, please, Madeline?” She nudged the container closer to Madeline while taking a guess at her name, the only hint being Mads. Even with their little make-out session in the living room, neither of them knew what the plan was. Watching him be bullied had amused her, greatly. Still, the tiny pink haired devil took pity on him and crossed the room, brushing against Madeline as she moved past her.
Fingers ran through his hair, nails scratching lightly at his scalp. When he leaned back, she slipped into his lap. Like a cat marking her territory in some ways, she wanted to piss Doey off. Had that been the only reason, she might not have, she had after all promised to behave. Amoret though didn’t know boundaries like normal people though and she wanted to be close to him. The pair new now that there was something, so why hide it?
Curled in his lap she crossed her legs and looked to Madeline. “Thank you for the tea and the.. Mmn other offer. I think I will stick with tea for now though.” It was a polite decline. Not that she wouldn’t have been up for trying, something told her that her Specter wouldn’t share easily and as he was why she was here and who she craved…