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Post by Cell on Jan 7, 2015 16:34:10 GMT -6
"Almost everyone I've handled has left a scar. A memory in the form of a scar at least. The familiarity of the locations is causing a...slight burn. A little pain isn't always terrible though. I also..."
Cell walked closer to Lilith.
"...think anything involved with the phrase 'a little' isn't satisfying for you."
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Post by Lilith on Jan 7, 2015 17:49:34 GMT -6
"I don't believe in doing anything half assed. A little just means you lacked the conviction to see it to the end." She looked around their surrounding, she knew what it reminded her of... But she wasn't sure what he was seeing when he looked at them. For her old habits died hard as she cut into an alley, nearly at the finish line.
"Are you concerned with making sure I'm satisfied Cell?"
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Post by Cell on Jan 7, 2015 18:14:02 GMT -6
"My only concern as of now."
Cell said as he watched her, her hair moving back and forth with every step.
"...is that I look so weary that that could even cross your mind."
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Post by Lilith on Jan 7, 2015 18:31:03 GMT -6
She smirked back at him, pulling a set of keys from her pant's pocket. Turning away she stopped at a rusty freight door that has a once been painted to say '383'. She put the key in the lock, one small click, and she was pulling the massive door open. Much to his surprise it glided with ease.
She motioned for him to enter, closing the door behind them, locking it before leading the way to a freight elevator.
The main floor wasn't anything impressive, it was dusty and had a punch of wood laying around. A few tools that looked nearly as old as the dust. Lilith opened the door to the elevator, waiting for Cell to follow before shutting the door. Pressing the button labeled 'S' the elevator jerked to life and started to lift them up, shaking the whole way.
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Post by Cell on Jan 7, 2015 18:58:20 GMT -6
"You should have asked me about the dungeon...not then...now would have been a good time."
Cell tensed up as he felt Lilith's arm brush against his. Not in an intentional way, but it made him skip a breathe anyway.
"What's s mean?"
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Post by Lilith on Jan 7, 2015 19:11:24 GMT -6
"Maybe I told you then so I can say you willingly followed me up here, knowing what I was planning." She gave him a wink as the elevator stuttered to a stop. Placing her hand on the door she kept her eyes on Cell, as she pulled the handle up, slowly revealing a 'S'tudio.
Endless blank canvas' some tall, some short, and some laying flat on the floor. With a 6 foot long island of what looked like supplies.
"Studio is what the S means."
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Post by Cell on Jan 7, 2015 19:31:58 GMT -6
"Maybe..."
He subconsciously said as he walked into the room. He didn't know if his apprehension went away before or after he looked back to Lilith...but it definitely was gone.
"Surprises. Add that to your style darlin."
He said, closing some of the gap between them.
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Post by Lilith on Jan 7, 2015 19:39:50 GMT -6
"It all adds to the experience... wouldn't want it to be forgettable."
He closed the gap but just a minute before Lilith walked away from him, reaching behind her to unzip the hoilter top vest. Exposing her back to him as she lifted it above her hair, her long black hair slowly falling before she left the top fall to the ground beside her. She continued her walking to the island, her black lace bra creating a stunning contrast against her paler complexion. But only where it could be seen between the strands of long hair.
"They say painting calms the soul."
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Post by Cell on Jan 7, 2015 19:44:36 GMT -6
The camera was out of his pocket and into his hand before he knew it, walking towards Lilith as if a force was driving him to. Snow white temptation slowly drawing him step by step as he followed.
"Are you concerned about your soul?"
It was not his normal voice, slower and deeper were all that he could muster.
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Post by Lilith on Jan 7, 2015 19:55:18 GMT -6
"My soul is forever restless, torn between world's it should have never of seen."
She Walked around the island, giving a look to Cell between her hair. It was somewhere between a smile and a plea.
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Post by Cell on Jan 7, 2015 20:00:53 GMT -6
Locking with the parts of the darkness of her eyes that he could actually see. Cell's inner being leaped from his chest, compelling him to lunge forward and take his desire. His mind,however, felt the camrera in his hand. He decoded to test the waters, raising his camera at the beautiful form in front of him.. .seeing if she was ready...seeing if she would stop him. His face was sharp, longing with desire as he muttered the words on his mind.
"Snow white sin..."
He didn't k ow if she heard, or even noticed his mumbling. He didn't ha e room in his distracted mind for it.
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Post by Lilith on Jan 7, 2015 20:06:54 GMT -6
She turned away from him, sticking her hand in a small puddle of red paint. Glancing back at him before she started applying paint to a blank canvas.
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Post by Cell on Jan 7, 2015 20:12:11 GMT -6
The canvas was the only thing whiter than the blemishless skin standing before him. Walked to center with the canvas, Cell turned a dial on the camera for contrast. The color exploded into a sea of black and white as the temptress before him moved her hands along...effortlessly capturing Cell's attention with every stroke. If she knew everything, then she was fully aware of how wrapped he was around her scarlet stained finger. His breathing was labored as he stood, leanin to capture the beauty he saw. Losing any in translation would be a sin. He grew weak with passion as he wanted to see more...to experience more of her.
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Post by Lilith on Jan 7, 2015 20:32:39 GMT -6
She turned to him, letting her stained hand fall to her side. Letting their eyes meet, giving him an opportunity to capture the moment.
The thick read paint just as bold as the lace concealing her. She moved her hand up, brushing hair out of her face, leaving small traces of red paint along her hairline.
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Post by Cell on Jan 7, 2015 20:52:57 GMT -6
Capture it he did, as the shutter clicks continued he walked closer to her, capturing the void of her eyes. Empty and full at the same time. He was stuck on a ledge, a limbo between wanting more and needing more. More to see...more to capture...he needed her. If only for this night, if only in this moment. A porcelain figure, stained by her own hand with the Scarlett that burned as Cell's desire.
He was lost and only she could guide him to more pleasure.
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