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Post by Vespyr on Feb 16, 2013 21:05:51 GMT -8
Subject changed; mission accomplished. Compliment taken… and tossed right back at him? Ooh boy, was this girl going to play his game of confidence with him? Cain could only hope, grinning both inwardly and outwardly. He found himself at last thoroughly… intrigued.
"Thanks, doll. Fighting's not all I'm good at, though."
The man leaned back stiffly in his chair again, but his ruby eyes never strayed from their challenging stare. Cain slid his forearms along the leather armrests and lightly gripped the edges with his long fingers. His head was tilted back, gazing coyly downward at the girl while he waited to see if this was a win, lose… or a draw. |
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Feb 16, 2013 21:29:44 GMT -8
Ooh, now there he went, upping the ante. Her eyebrow arched as he leaned back, staring down at her almost...daringly. Challenge accepted, strange man. Now, to double down or simply raise...
She smiled at him a little deviously, "Funny. I could say the same for myself."
Delilah slipped off her perch, removing her knives and placing them on a counter top behind her. Turning back to Cain in his chair, she would sidle up to him, lift a leg and lightly press her knee against the arm rest (for balance) and lean close towards him, bodies barely inches apart. Eyes still connected firmly, resolutely, to his.
And then she pressed her fingers into his broken ribs. Gently, but enough to still cause pain, given how sensitive the area was.
"If you're not careful, the bruising could form a nasty clot. The bruise needs to be worked out. It'll disperse much faster this way too, and give your bones time to heal."
Because they weren't only cracked, but bruised. And now that he SEEMED TO BE WELL ENOUGH, she was also checking now for loose pieces of bone floating free in his rib cage. Smiling wickedly all the while.
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Post by Vespyr on Feb 16, 2013 22:00:57 GMT -8
Cain cocked a devilishly arched eyebrow at the girl as she rose to her feet. His head turned a few subtle degrees as he watched her approach, giving her a strong sidelong glance as she knelt against his chair and leaned in close… at which point the man turned his head slowly to face her completely, and--
SUDDENLY GRITTED HIS TEETH IN PAIN AS SHE PRODDED HIM IN HIS BROKEN RIBS, HIS EYES SHUTTING TIGHTLY THAT VERY MOMENT. Delilah would hear a deep, suppressed growl in Cain's throat. The man opened his eyes narrowly and glared at her… smiiiiiiiling at his own expense. It would be obvious, his unaffected façade broken, but… the way he grinned at her now was almost as if he was trying to enjoy it. As his swollen skin and broken bones shifted beneath the firm touch the soft pads of her fingers, chill after chill of sharp pain harrowed his chest.
His fingers tightly gripped the edges of the arm rest.
Cain swallowed and inhaled steadily, still glaring this girl dead in the eye. Stubborn. Inviting. Even a little bit of masochistic lust glinted in his ruby-red eyes.
"Then by all means.." he muttered, "work it out." |
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Feb 16, 2013 22:29:51 GMT -8
The cheshire, strained grin on his face and the glare in his eyes only served to widen her own, victorious smile, barely managing to keep herself from laughing at his attempt to enjoy her prodding. The smile dimmed a bit as she pressed, lightly all over the side of his rib cage, her mind seeming to see inside his chest to determine where things should go.
She let out a low, sympathetic hiss as she rubbed the area, trying not to jostle anything other than the skin around his internal wound. "Yep, you definitely broke them," she said in a sing-songish voice. "Your floater and the one above it. The two above that are just cracked," she tsked then raised an eyebrow "There's some pieces of bone floating here too. You'll have to be careful they don't go any deeper. You're lucky this isn't on your right side...it would probably suck to get a bone shard in the liver."
Now, all he had to do was be careful about his lung. Easy peasy, riiiiight?
Still kneading the bruise around his ribs as gingerly as possible, With her other hand Delilah reached down into Cain's lap, lifting the compress and reapplying it to his forehead. Her eyes took on a modicum of concern and amusement
"So, Mr. I-Feel-Fine, is this level of fever normal for you, or is it because there's a girl barely sitting in your lap?"
Oh, Delilah, you tease~
Shut up.
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Post by Vespyr on Feb 16, 2013 22:56:44 GMT -8
Cain let his breaths out through his clenched teeth as quietly as possible but the uncomfortable exhales came in staccato with the jolts in his side, and his pain would still be quite audible to the girl who was rather close to him. He had closed his eyes again, a little bit of tension in his brow that he battled against, still working on keeping up that excruciating grin of his.
Truthfully, the only aggravating part was that Delilah hardly had to try at all to make him squirm, but Cain could hardly resist doing something rash even under her lightest touch. It felt strange. It felt familiar. It felt… like she might have been enjoying it more than he was. It was only under the circumstances, he told himself. The Experiment had really fucked him over somehow. He could feel it as much as Delilah could see it and feel it too: his skin was a little too pale and a little too warm; feverish sweat laced the crown of his head and moistened his dark hair; his overwrought body jumped at every touch and he probably wouldn't have lasted long if he were on his feet.
But those were all excuses, negligible.
The man opened his eyes and slid his deep red gaze over to Delilah again. The corner of his lip tweaked in a playful snarl at her comment.
"I'd sure feel better if you were in my lap," he growled, unabashedly glaring. |
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Feb 16, 2013 23:21:33 GMT -8
She lifted an eyebrow, the right corner of her mouth twisting in a smirk as his eyes reopened to hers and he spoke with a deep snarl. Yes, this was fun. Should she finish him? Now where was the fun in that? A little torment first, I think, yessss.
She chuckled low in her throat, at last drawing her hand away from him and stepping back from the chair, taking the warm compress with her. "If I weren't so sure doing so would probably kill you, I might almost be tempted," she replied with mock regret and sorrow.
Plus, you know, other reasons.
Opening one of the water bottles and pouring it over the cloth again. Turning back to him, she pressed the compress back to his head, knee lifting again to brace herself on the arm rest while she laid the coolish water bottle against the bandages on his ribs. She took a moment to look down at his hands, turning her hips so that she was mostly sitting on the arm of the chair beside Cain with one foot planted on the floor, still looking at him with intense scrutiny.
"How do your hands feel?"
Her gaze drifted down to his chest for a moment, lingering...before darting back up to his, pretending as though it hadn't been as another question occurred to her. "Your tattoo. What does it mean?"
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Post by Vespyr on Feb 16, 2013 23:56:50 GMT -8
Oh, she played a hard game. Almost as bad as…
"Hah.." Cain breathed as she finally stopped touching him where it hurt, bittersweet. He was just starting to get used to that…The man tiredly closed his eyes for a few moments until he felt her light weight on the chair again, and the delightfully cool cloth across the crown of his skull. Leaning his head back, he peered over at her with a stoic smirk, quite undeterred.
His hands?
"Idle." he replied, a little bit of a questionable inflection in his tone, a roguish twist at the corner of his lips. He watched Delilah's gaze drop for a few moments; when their eyes met again, he'd have raised his brow at her a little bit suggestively. I saw that.
"I came, I saw, I conquered." was the answer, with a chilling amount of truth to back it. Cain's grin faded from all but his eyes as he lifted a languid hand, slowly reaching over Delilah's lap to take another water bottle. He trailed it across her leg and then twisted the cap off and lifted it to his dry lips. He swallowed; the vile taste had all but gone from his mouth, but he was still so damn thirsty.
A slight frown tugged at his mouth. Something just didn't feel right at all.
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Feb 17, 2013 0:10:25 GMT -8
Both eyebrows lifted at him as he rose one at her; Yeah. And?
Awfully bold today, aren't we?
Shut up.[/i]
"Hmmm,"[/color] she noted with a nod. That was what she assumed, but her latin was...well, non existant, really. She read books of course, but mostly fantasy or mechanical manuals. Sometimes biology. Rarely historical stuff. This sounded...empirical, especially coming from him. "Ambitious. And, I meant your burns."
Her eyes widened in surprise as he reached over her, trailing the only slightly cool water bottle over the leg of her jeans before opening and taking a drink from it. She forced a shaky exhale to steady. The Dark Woman purred deep in the recesses of her mind.
But his expression distracted her from this and her eyebrows came together slightly, her mind moving back to the Experiment's words. "He said you'd be thirsty," she said after a moment and mostly to herself, looking at the water bottle. "I wonder if he meant for something else..."
Trying to recall those words he spoke to Cain, frowning now as she sunk into her thoughts.[/size]
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Post by Vespyr on Feb 17, 2013 0:23:37 GMT -8
Cain flicked his stare back to the girl, still missing his smile.
"Ah?" he questioned, quietly, his demeanor sinking into sternness. He looked back down at the water bottle, but the clear liquid didn't seem exceptionally enticing.
"Some fuckin' sweet reward," he said with a cynical scoff. He capped the water bottle and casually reached back over Delilah's lap to toss it back where he'd plucked it from… and just as casually left his arm slumped there, using her as an armrest while he continued to glare into the shadows.
"Where did he run off to?" Cain asked her, darkly. |
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Feb 17, 2013 0:38:55 GMT -8
She blinked as he spoke, but said nothing. Unsure of how to explain. Instead, she just watched him toss away the water bottle and...drape his arm overherthighs!!
Cheeky bastard.
Ah, but his question...there was the rub. She grimaced and let out a sigh, running a hand through her blood caked hair and cringing at the crunchy state of it. Fucking. Gross.
She found it interesting that he wasn't looking directly at her when he asked this, his mood significantly more dark than before. Did he not want her to associate his penetrating red stare with this mood? It wasn't a bad assumption...and if it were correct, it was rather clever of him. It was an easy way to lure someone into a false sense of security. Delilah shrugged.
"No idea. By the time he was gone, I could move again and you were pretty much unconscious," if Cain were paying attention, he might feel a slight shiver pass through Delilah as she recalled that. At the very least, the last few words of her sentence were bristling with indignation. Never had she been trapped like that before. Powerless to do anything but struggle in vain.
It left her feeling a little angry.
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Post by Vespyr on Feb 17, 2013 0:56:39 GMT -8
So she had no idea. Cain gave a single, slow nod anyhow; however Delilah was feeling… he felt it too in that moment, a shared resentment.
"I'm gonna find him," he declared, almost a growl. It was a rash statement, of course, having absolutely no bearing on where the man might have gone to… Except, perhaps, if there had been a trail of blood left by the man who seemed to be constantly showering it everywhere he stepped. It could wait, though. It would have to.
Cain breathed out his agitation and tipped his head back, his eyes closed and his mouth tiredly agape. The arm resting over Delilah's thigh's hadn't moved at all, not even at the very tips of his fingers. He seemed to have forgotten. After a few moments of stillness, his eyes opened in the darkness and peered up at the girl's face, just ever-so-slightly narrowed in mute curiosity. He wasn't smiling, but his face was calm as he studied hers. Just looking. He was thirsty. His eyes were thirsty. They drank.
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Feb 17, 2013 1:08:00 GMT -8
She could only nod along with his statement, feeling less vehement than he probably felt about it. With good reason, though. She hadn't had black pus poured down her throat. She suppressed a shudder at the thought, remembering the horrid smell of the stuff. As he leaned his head back, she flicked her eyes away from his face for a moment, her pale face impassive as she considered...a few things.
Her thoughts drifted for a moment to the man with his arm on her thighs.
A great many things.
After a time, she felt his burning gaze on hers and she turned her eyes back to his, meeting them easily enough. This time, however, it was harder to maintain the staring contest. It was the voraciousness in his red eyes, that eerie stillness again she had sensed earlier. Something she couldn't quite match...her curiosity was mostly satisfied. Only 'mostly' because this new look he was giving her prompted more questions.
"Yes?"
Never said they were complicated questions.
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Post by Vespyr on Feb 17, 2013 1:22:19 GMT -8
Cain waited a moment before answering, as if he hadn't heard her. Then he raised his brow and afforded a small smirk.
"I didn't say anything," he teased, lightly shrugging and lifting the hand of his draped arm to rest on her knee as if it were the end of the armrest, leaning his torso toward her a little as such.
…If he had been trying to be sneaky, it would have been sneaky. But it wasn't. |
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Feb 17, 2013 1:31:54 GMT -8
Not even a little subtle or sneaky. Again her eyes widened and heat flushed her cheeks as he slid his arm down the length of her thigh to her knee. Delilah tried not to grit her teeth at the thoroughly uncomfortable sensation, or worse, jerk her leg away. That was part of their little game, after all. He seemed more than content with the contact. Testing the waters.
She just looked at him as though it didn't really bother her (it did) and just lifted her eyebrows a smidge. Defiantly, boldly, she slipped her arm over his, the tips of her fingers just brushing the cuff of his wrist.
"And yet you seem curious," she casually replied, as though they were speaking over coffee.
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Post by Vespyr on Feb 17, 2013 1:44:13 GMT -8
Another nonchalant shrug. The man tipped his head one way and then the other in a thoughtful sort of way.
"Wonderin' how you're plannin' to get rid of me." Cain said quietly with a smile, lowering his gaze. As he spoke, he glanced down at Delilah's knee, at his hand that had casually propped itself up on its fingertips, and at hers that rested not too far away. |
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