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Post by Dustin A. Drache on Jul 2, 2008 20:02:50 GMT -5
She arched one of those dark, aristocratic brows, dark eyes meeting those of silver before she finally began to laugh. It started as a low, hitching sound almost like a purr deep in her body, which turned to a mezzo-ranged rumbling chuckle, in her chest, then migrating up as her mouth opened to be a rich, throaty, and clear laugh with a well-rounded tone. All in all, it was quite pleasant to listen to.
“Or perhaps you thought that I am particularly unobservant. I knew from before I met you what you were, Mein Herr; you cannot hide that. Not from me.”
Her laughter had subsided, but it had been replaced with that wholly enigmatic smile. “I found this description of Carillon-dra notable, for your line seems, as mine does, to breed true to certain characteristics.” She did not see fit to comment on the relative importance of that, why she found it interesting, but she had left room open for correction.
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Post by Severus Snape on Jul 2, 2008 20:13:24 GMT -5
HIs eyes lightly flickered "And what am I? And what certain characteristics do I breed to?" He was intrested to hear, what she would say to the last one.
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Post by Dustin A. Drache on Jul 2, 2008 20:24:27 GMT -5
“The bone structure – the shape of your mouth – skin tone… hair…” as she enumerated the attributes she slowly began to circle him, gesturing to each, fingers a hairsbreadth from his person before the black orbs of her oculars flickered up to his, meeting them. She continued, “Your eyes, most curiously,” she had not stopped moving, quite close to him now, as she leaned in towards his shoulder and inhaled almost predatorily, commenting with that rich chuckle, “and, of course, the obvious.”
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Post by Severus Snape on Jul 2, 2008 21:23:04 GMT -5
His eyes watched her as he listened to her words, he had leaned well to control him self over the years even before he was changed. "Just becouse of my looks does not prove any thing & as for my smell that does not prove much ether" He turned to meet her face to face, if she was going to prove anything, he was going to make her work for it.
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Post by Dustin A. Drache on Jul 2, 2008 21:44:48 GMT -5
Turning all business, she replied with an easy laugh, “Come now: proof would only be necessary were I intending to say anything. I’ve kept my silence on this for a year.” No, this wasn’t manipulation or intimidation; she even said as much. “I just find the situation terribly interesting, Mein Herr. But my instincts are rarely wrong, and my nose never is.”
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Post by Severus Snape on Jul 2, 2008 22:04:57 GMT -5
He heard her words, he could careless if she tryed any thing aginst him. "And proof is only necessary & only works, when one can use it aginst a person. Your instincts must be on a rare time then & as for your noise, I would say it was still off" He looked at her "You know nothing of me, so you do not know me or my ways"
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Post by Dustin A. Drache on Jul 2, 2008 22:36:04 GMT -5
“I shouldn’t dream of claiming that, Herr Carillon-dra.” Categorically she explained, “Had I, I wouldn’t have asked; I would have presumed to know. I cannot forsee a time in which I should need to use anything against you; I beg you consider me something of a researcher empathetic and notably interested in you. It is the only framework in which I dare consider posing such personal statements.”
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Post by Severus Snape on Jul 2, 2008 22:53:42 GMT -5
He heard her words "You can try to figure me out, all you want, but the thang about history, if one looks back in there history long enough, is there is always more questions then answers. And there is always more myths then truths found, so it leaves one to wander what is true & what is not"
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Post by Dustin A. Drache on Jul 2, 2008 23:09:46 GMT -5
She considered his words for a long moment, and then inclined her head with a sort of mea-culpa courtesy. “It was rude of me,” she readily admitted with an air of quiet reflection, then clarified, “to meddle so deeply.” Giving a short bow she stated, “I’ll allow you to return to the companionship of your music, then.” Turning on the heel of her oxford she approached his door, pausing just before its frame to say, quite graciously, “Thank you – for allowing me to hear it. Your playing is quite lovely.”
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Post by Severus Snape on Jul 2, 2008 23:24:11 GMT -5
He heard her words, he did not speak he was a man of mystery & he would always be. He watched her as she moved to leave, at her last words he lightly nodded before he spoke "Thank you" He then moved back, to playing a song he had been playing only shortly before.
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