Daddy Makes Damn Pretty Babies!
09-22-2014, 10:17 AM
"Why would I consider something like that?" She purred, taking several steps towards the invisible line. Moving with her, the brute stopped just shy of the opposite side of the border. In response his lips would quirk, whiskers pinning forward in attentive amusement. The fae turned from him, moving to walk the precarious line. For a moment, Valentine was still. His eyes traced her form, noting the marking that wove across her side, the fluidity with which she moved. Grace and beauty. The boy's eyes would momentarily roll heavenward as a thought struck him. Duty, he mused, would be his saving grace in this instance. It would be sin for him not to follow, not to monitor this potential trespasser. His pace languid and sure, the cobalt prince would ease up beside the unnamed femme in a matter of heartbeats; his much longer stride bringing his chest even with hers. Glacier blue eyes would lock on her, openly watching her movements, although to what end his demeanor wouldn't divulge. The fae paused, turning cyan eyes upon the boy, who, upon recognizing that it was his turn to be scrutinized, stilled. He welcomed her gaze, letting his own stay locked on her face for the entirety of it in an attempt to read her assessment of him. She whimpered, the sound surprising him momentarily and causing his heart to jump, before parting with a gentle query that made the faintest of smirks lift the corners of his lips. Playing the part, Valentine's demeanor would shift to one of exaggerated wide-eyed innocence as if what he was about to say was not an attempt to flirt with her. "My dear," the words were uttered gently, "I'm afraid I'd have to punish you." A spark of mischief broke through the facade, lighting up his eyes with devilish amusement. "" |
NOTE: Valentine has a female striped skunk companion named Lefty. Unless stated otherwise assume she's present.