Posts by ChemTalon

He released her, trying not to imagine exactly what he wanted to do to her. See, in this room, it would happen, and he wasn't one to be so... Forward. "Where too next... How about my bedroom?" He said, in a sulty tone, with a look that invited her to do anything she liked to him,,with every fibre of her being.

"Well, don't expect too much, teleportation is a brilliant thing but it's not really a room... You know what, you'll see when we get there." As he lead her up a final flight of stairs, there was a door, no corridor or anything else. As he opened it, a sky of brilliant stars stretched out before them, and tall pine trees covered the area for what seemed like miles. A large rug sat in the middle of a clearing, Rays of moonlight casting shadows on it through the tress. "Don't worry about a roof, it never rains, it's always night time, and it's always at the perfect temperature. My paradise..." He flopped down into what was in essence a blanket on the floor, looking at the brilliant array of stars and galaxies before him. "This is what makes life worth living..."

"You know what, i don't think I could imagine anything better. Lying next to the girl I love, looking up at the stars..." He paused, blushing, a lot. "Damn, shouldn't have said that..." He looked around attempting to evade her gaze.

"Ugh, this is the problem with you Angels, you don't know the difference between the two types of compliments. One type, you say thanks and return it, the other kind..." He rolled on top of her, placing one of on either side of her body and pinning her arms above her head easily with one hand, while placing a single finger from the other on her soft lips. "You act on..." His kiss wasn't as controlled as usual, his lips, and tongue writhing against hers, stimulating just the right nerves to allow both of them into a state of dazed euphoria.

"Well, question two, and be honest, no need to spare my feelings. Are you attracted to me?" He knew exactly what he was doing, and he didn't really find it too fair. This girl wasn't really the type for this, but still, he may as well try. Subconsciously, he leaned in a little closer, and made just a tad more eye contact with her. She was exactly his type... Odd.

Bump...?

Name: Azaezil Harkness
Age: Twenty One
Gender: Male
Appearance(In words): Azaezil is relatively average in terms of height, 5,10, with a body which is something between toned and skinny. He has naturally quite pale skin and green eyes. His hair is naturally a dark brown, dyed black, and he generally wears band merchandise, being very interested in music.
Personality(No Meet him/her): Azaezil, named after a demon who constantly blended the rules, lives up to his namesake, bending rules, such as his music taste and hair colour, but never really doing anything really illegal. He is a very passionate person, and once he becomes invested in something, he generally devotes a lot of time towards it. He is sarcastic and playful, finding that teasing people in a lighthearted and fun manner can actually be somewhat amusing for both parties involved.
Likes:
Rock music
His guitar
Sunshine
Alcohol
Dislikes:
Whiners
People with bad music taste
The government
Other:-

Outfit: Same as in the picture, with a black hoodie on top, dark blue skinny jeans and black converse sneaker.

No worries. I'm might be inactive for a while, I'm going to school, but I should be pretty active later tonight...

Luke slowly opened his eyes, seeing another pair staring intently into his. He was about to gasp when the tape over his mouth stopped him. He made an attempt to flail, but again, restraints on his wrists and ankles prevented him from doing so. He looked at his kidnapper, expecting a hardened criminal, rather than a cute young girl, but still, he couldn't judge a book by its cover. For all he knew, she could rape him, carve a pentagram in his chest and kill him as a sacrifice. He hoped she would explain this madnes, but that was unlikely, as she was probably pretty mad herself...

"Well, only one question left. What exactly is your excuse..." He paused, biting his lip and running his tongue gently across it. "To not come home with me tonight?" He smiled. The crossing of the threshold, a little trick he had learnt through the two years he had been romancing girls. Make them think that there's no-one else in the world but the two of you...

His hands coursed along coursed along the woven leather and the flailed end, designed to cut through skin. "A fine choice, as a warm up, of course." He fastened the leather straps and then looked down into her eyes, stroking his aphand across her lower jaw. "Don't worry, I'll keep away from your pretty little face..." He stepped back a pace or two and sent the whip lashing out, making a small cut on her shoulder. As he walked back over, he ran his finger over it and licked the blood. "Hmm, odd. Sweeter than I expected..."

"I have no..." He paused, touching the bark with a sense of caution. "Idea." He turned to Ashely, and asked, "Weren't we in a championship match? Damn, the one time I get into the finals..." He smikprked and looked around. "See any way out?"

Azaezil walked over, clutching the name of the person he was meant to meet. How badly could it go? It wasn't as if his situation could get much worse. He caught sight of a girl with a form, and he walked over to her, wondering if she was the one he came for. She was attractive enough, and she seemed fun. Who knows, it might go well... "Excuse me, are you Alisa?" He smiled at her, hoping to make mp himself seem a little less threatening.

"W-what do you want from me?" His voice trembled a little more than he wanted it to. He attempted to maintain the facade that he wasn't scared, but his toned torso quivered with an inbuilt fear that plagued humanity to its very core; the unknown. This girl could do anything she liked, and he couldn't stop her...

"Hm, that works out for the both of us, doesn't it?" He smiled, a culmination of his plan coming together and an overriding feeling of anticipation for what was to come. "Do you mind if I kiss you in front of everyone? Some girls over there look as though they think they still have a chance. We can't have that, can we?" He said, placing one hand on her hip and the other on her face.

He gave a brief smile at her lack of confidence. She obviously couldn't tell she was way out his league. He was a 7, she was an 11, and it was stirring up quite a fuss. His eyes fixed on her scarlet lips as he leaned in, his eyelids closing slowly and his grip on her allowing him to pull her a little closer, just how he liked it. A certain familiar euphoria fell over him, but something was different this time. Better.

"So what now?" He smiled, showing the same enthusiasm as always. "A girl like yourself shouldn't be out so late. Oh god, I've just realised, you probably don't even know much name. I forget that I don't introduce myself at the start of a set anymore... Matt, Harkness. I'd shake your hand, but I think we might be just a tad past formalities."

He let out a slight laugh, maintaining a smile. "Hmm, I don't have work in the morning, so I suppose I can pull an all-nighter, especially if it's for someone as beautiful as yourself." He took her hand and interwove his fingers with hers. "My place is just a couple of minutes down the road. I'll pick my guitar up tomorrow." He avoided taking his car, it stank of smoke and booze, something he didn't want to think about right now...

It seemed like mere seconds before they had reached the apartment building and climbed the flights of stairs to the rooftop penthouse. Matt slipped his key into the door and opened it, allowing her to go in first. "Let me take a wild guess: You're not the kind of girl who does this often...?" He sat down on a plush leather sofa in front of a fireplace.

"I'm not sure if you're nervous or I'm just suave as fuck..." He smiled, standing up and walking over to her with a deliberate attitude. If this was, as he guessed, her first time, he wanted it to be pretty memorable. "Look, I'm not here to pressure you into anything, and I can understand you being a little unsure. You only just met me tonight, I'd be a little aprehensive myself. But honestly, if you imagine it like a massage, if you tense up and don't let the masseuse do his job, you don't get a very good time from it, but if you just relax..." He placed one hand on either side of her ribs and gently ran his thumbs along the top rib on each set. "You'll find it... Somewhat heavenly."