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Post by Phoenix Volkov on Jan 6, 2010 12:47:45 GMT -5
"I'm starting to." she answered in a breathy tone. "You're quite a dancer." she complimented leaning her head to one side baring her neck as her hands trailed up and down in soothing motions almost.
She could do this. She could have a life, she could be with this man or any other man that wanted her, and she was wanted, she didn't need Tristan to tell her that. So if that was the case...why didn't any of this feel right?
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Post by Tristan Collins on Feb 13, 2010 2:25:24 GMT -5
Tristan was blissfully oblivious to her thoughts. To him, she didn't seem any different from any of the beautiful women who came in here on a nightly basis. Even if he didn't come in here every night, he was pretty much used to the routine by now. Sometimes he went home with a girl, and sometimes he didn't. Either way, he always had a good time, just letting loose a little and dancing.
"Thank you," he replied smoothly. "You're not too bad yourself."
He couldn't quite figure the girl out. She was mysterious and quiet, with that sort of dangerous edge to her. It intrigued him, and made him want to know more. "So... Nyx. It's an unusual name. Is it short for something?"
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Post by Phoenix Volkov on Mar 5, 2010 2:01:17 GMT -5
"Perhaps..." she answered with a nonchalance that didn't match the small curve of her lips. A hint of a smirk, a whisper of a challenge. She wasn't having fun, fun was a far away concept...instead it was like she was coming out of a house full of smoke...breathing free and clean air.
"What would you do to find out?"
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Post by Tristan Collins on Mar 5, 2010 16:07:05 GMT -5
Tristan was blissfully unaware of her thoughts. As far as he knew, she was just a girl out for an evening of fun, and he was happy to oblige her. It wasn’t every day when a beautiful, mysterious woman came along and issued such a challenge to him. It would be a lie to say he wasn’t intrigued. But how long would they be able to keep the game going?
“Hmm,” he said, looking thoughtful. “Well, to start with, I could buy you another drink,” he suggested. “Or we could just get out of here and go somewhere a little more… private.”
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Post by Phoenix Volkov on Mar 5, 2010 19:06:49 GMT -5
She'd be lying if she said she wasn't acting out, otherwise she never would have thought of going with a strange man anywhere, but there was fire in her blood tonight and he was the closest bystander. She didn't want to burn him, but she didn't particularly care if she did either.
"Lead the way."
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Post by Tristan Collins on Jun 12, 2010 16:34:53 GMT -5
Tristan couldn't help the wicked smile that spread across his features. As much as he liked the flirtation, he had to admit that the crowded dance floor was not the easiest place to get to know someone. It was enough to light a spark, but you needed a little more space... and heat... to light the flame.
Any man would be intrigued by her air of mystery, and Tristan was certainly no exception. He wanted to unravel the mystery, to find out just who she was. To do that, he needed the privacy of his own apartment.
Still smiling, he took her hand and led her out of the club. Once they were outside in the cool evening air, he turned to her again. "Mind if we go to my place? I can apparate us there."
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Post by Phoenix Volkov on Jun 15, 2010 16:22:52 GMT -5
Michael would kill her. It was certainly a mistake, but she had come this far and she wasn't about to back down now. She doubted she'd ever be free from him, but she could do what she could to piss him off now and again.
"No I rather like the idea." she smiled pulling closer to him.
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Post by Tristan Collins on Jun 27, 2010 23:24:56 GMT -5
In the back of his mind, Tristan couldn't help but think that maybe this was just a little too easy. Not that he didn't pick up women sometimes, and he didn't really have any trouble doing it... it was just that she was practically falling into him without all the pretty words and flirtatious moves that he was used to using. It was like he pretty much had her from the word "go." Which made him wonder if she was the one using him, if maybe she planned this all along.
He probably should have left well enough alone... not question a good thing and all that. But he was a Death Eater, after all, and so he couldn't help being a little bit suspicious.
"You're not a hired killer, planning to murder me in my bed... are you?" he asked, only half-joking.
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Post by Phoenix Volkov on Dec 7, 2010 14:06:41 GMT -5
She smirked, "That's simply a risk you'll have to take." Her eyes moved suggestively down the length of his body then up again as her finger trailed from his navel to the lapel on his shirt, she tugged it slightly then shrugged, "Unless you don't think it'll be worth your while." her voice dripped with honey, although her eyes said much more. He was a fool if he let her go, and damned if he held on, the question was, what kind of a man was he?
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