From: babalon	Date: January 8th, 2011 03:29 pm (UTC)		(Link)

Emilie's eyes narrowed, her trademark scowl ebbing back into position. She stood, quite still, a hair's breadth away from him.

"No. You wouldn't." She snarled, her voice low. Her free hand caressed his cheek, though she had to restrain herself from digging her nails into his skin. He would just like that. And so they barely grazed his skin. "Truth be told, Anastas... I don't even know who you are anymore."

	From: anastas	Date: January 8th, 2011 03:33 pm (UTC)		(Link)

That makes two of us.

He smirked at her as a thought crossed his mind. The fluffy bunnification that Sunny had started disturbed Emilie, maybe almost as much as it disturbed him. "Why does that bother you so much?"

	From: babalon	Date: January 8th, 2011 03:52 pm (UTC)		(Link)

Fuck. Emilie's eyes widened briefly in surprise and immediately narrowed again. She hadn't expected-- What did-- Did she-- Dammit. Her composure was regained in milliseconds, but she knew he would be able to tell he'd caught her off guard. That motherfucker.

"You're not fun anymore," She said quickly, venom dripping from her tone. He had her on the defensive now.

But why? The question taunted her in the back of her mind.

	From: anastas	Date: January 8th, 2011 03:55 pm (UTC)		(Link)

Her reaction, however quick and subtle, surprised him more than anything else so far this evening. He certainly missed playtime, but it caught him entirely off guard to learn that she did too.

He offered her a curt bow and no other indication of how twisted up he was over her reaction. "I am nothing if not a disappointment."

	From: babalon	Date: January 8th, 2011 04:27 pm (UTC)		(Link)

"That, is something that has never changed." She eye-rolled, her tone thick with disgust.

"Why don't you run back to your little girlfriend, Stas?" She sneered, turning to leave. "I can't even stand the sight of you."