Deep Inside [M]

You?re no good for me

But baby I want you, I w a n t y o u

She watched him, watched him smirk and tell jokes that were only funny or appropriate in his own head. He was a strange brute, of that she was sure - but only strange because he was unlike what she was used to. Perhaps this was what males of lesser upbringing turned out like? Although... upbringing had little to do with it, Neo turned out the way he had and he was given the same treatment as she and her blood siblings. "I do - there is something tempting about the darkness that the sunlight and all it touches does not have." She spoke simply, although it was in a less proper fashion than it would have been if she were in Valhalla.


"I doubt women want to know that resting is what the regimine for your perfect body consists of." She chuckled at his wink, a smirk gracing her kissers all of the same. Chrysanthe was not looking down on the male, only teasing in a way that she didn't get to much at home. His flirting wasn't something that the female was quite used to - as she wasn't of age, or all that pretty in comparison to her siblings, there was no reason for any Valhallan male to take interest in the young Adravendi. "But, I am glad to be the cause of your lazy afternoon." She didn't move, let him saunter around her - watching him with curious azure eyes.


He introduced himself, and she nearly kicked back into the mindset of that of a princess - prepared to dip her head and tell him her name and rank. But his face was so close to her own, she could smell his breath - and if she leaned just a little closer she would be able to swipe her tongue across his dark lips and taste him as well. His compliment was enough to elict a moment of silence from the girl - and she was feeling - dare she say it, quite bashful in and of that moment. But it was a moment short lived, and she barely contained her snicker. "Chrysanthe." Her name, plain and simple and clear as day - and for once, without her last name and all that was attached to it. "You say that you're resting, is life at home really so tiresome?" She questioned, this time it was her turn to speak, and her words danced around him like she wanted to - she wanted, at that moment, to know the male that was so different from the rest.


A male so charmingly arrogant should not have a problem speaking a bit about himself, right?


Or maybe, just maybe, she had him pegged wrong.