Typhoid Mary
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Innocence and pain will always fade, but only one ever comes back again.
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Post by Typhoid Mary on Feb 5, 2005 23:33:37 GMT -5
Continued from Typhoid Mary's Quarters.
Typhoid Mary walked along the gardens, her eyes watched Tattoo as he walked through them several feet ahead of her. He wore his kimono loose today, the fabric of it billowing behind him slightly. She studied the way he moved, graceful, smooth. He made no sign of knowing she was following him, but he undoubtedly knew.
She kept her distance, content to study him for now. She wished for him to make the first move. Perhaps what disturbed her about that desire was the fact that it was unselfish in its motivation.
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Tattoo
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Post by Tattoo on Apr 2, 2005 12:59:16 GMT -5
Tattoo allowed his fingers to gently graze some of the flowers as he walked by them, not even having to turn around to know who was standing behind him.
Mary, in her dark and exquisite glory. So beautiful, and deadly. His eyes wandered down to one of the roses, watching as a bee flew from it. He lightly tilted his head, allowing the insect to brush past him.
Closing his eyes briefly, he allowed one of his snakes to squirm free from the art layered on his back, his kimono rippling as it slthered over his shoulder, traveling down his arm and slipping out of his sleeve, turning and stepping forward, allowing the snake to brush against Mary's cheek briefly. He felt it, and it made him near shudder as it retracted back into his body. "You've been watching me," he remarked, the slightest hint of a smile tugging at his corners.
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Typhoid Mary
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Post by Typhoid Mary on Apr 2, 2005 13:06:43 GMT -5
Typhoid inwardly shuddered but kept it to herself, dark eyes shimmering with interest that bordered on fascination that only promised trouble. She reached up, fingers filled with death stroking the snake's scale lightly.
"I watch everyone," she replied softly, her hand dropping fom the snake. "But only one recieves my gaze more," she admitted, voice softer, cautious. It wasn't wise of her to talk like this, but she was feeling more, vengeful, lately almost. She wanted to lash out. She could see the look in Kirigi's eyes was dying.
There was talk of another treasure. Kirigi was obsessed. The rest of the team were supportive because he was their leader, and this could tip the balance in his favor if he played his cards right. Typhoid wanted to know if Tattoo would lose interest as easily as their master.
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Tattoo
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Post by Tattoo on Apr 2, 2005 13:10:48 GMT -5
Tattoo nodded, understanding what Mary had meant, especially considering her tone. Kirigi had become virtually possessed in finding this new treasure.
"He means to replace us," Tatto spoke softly, icy blue eyes meeting Mary's jet black pair. "To replace you," he added in a gentle whisper. He knew he was treading on deadly ground, but he allowed his voice to speak what his mind insisted was unwise.
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Typhoid Mary
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Post by Typhoid Mary on Apr 2, 2005 13:14:54 GMT -5
Typhoid's body tensed and her dark eyes flashed with venom not directed at Tattoo, but at the notion that she would be replaced. Her gaze faltered as she reached out, slender fingers wrapping around a flower bloom and squeezing it as it withered.
"I won't be replaced. I'll suffer worse," she whispered darkly, eyes focused on the dying plant. "I'll be shoved aside and degraded. Forced to watch as the precious creature is taught and trained and spoiled, because she carries hopes of succession while I will be looked on with thoughts of failure."
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Tattoo
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Post by Tattoo on Apr 2, 2005 13:18:44 GMT -5
Tattoo watched Typhoid's wrath upon the plant, feeling her anger pour off her in waves. Almost subconsciously he stepped forward, a hand moving to her arm, gently wrapping his fingers around the limb and lowering it away from the dead flower.
"I wouldn't allow it," he told her softly, one more glance directed on the plant before he focused on her.
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Typhoid Mary
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Post by Typhoid Mary on Apr 2, 2005 13:23:03 GMT -5
Typhoid's lips curved upwards in a slow, dreamy smile as she looked up at Tattoo, her dark eyes soft and sleepy almost, her body leaning into his ever so slightly. Her mind clouded over with notions of knights and shining armor for a brief moment, dreams of a little girl returning and tainting her with hopes.
"Sweet Tattoo," she murmured, and even her voice was sleepy now. "You're like a Fae. You're full of mischief and mystery and magic." Typhoid stared up at him as her lips lost their curve and her dreamy state left her to fall hard. "But Fae are no match for demons," she whispered and her gaze dropped, her tone like that of a child resigned to disappointment.
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Tattoo
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Post by Tattoo on Apr 2, 2005 13:32:00 GMT -5
Tattoo nearly groaned as Mary leaned into him briefly and he closed his eyes, briefly enhaling her scent. She smelled of death, but yet it was so wonderful, so exquisite.
"Demons may be more powerful, but their pride shall bring about their downfall," he whispered, his body in control as he leaned in, briefly kissing Mary. He pulled away instantly, his body fighting the disease, but it had been worth the pain that flooded through his body.
He moved away, glancing to see if anyone had heard their conversation. It was risky to continue this now, but they would meet again.
Nodding with a slight smile, he moved back into the mansion, closing his eyes as death's lips lingered, soft crimson lips that he yearned to taste once again.
Continued in Tattoo's Chambers.
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Typhoid Mary
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Post by Typhoid Mary on Apr 2, 2005 13:47:58 GMT -5
Typhoid watched him leave with glassy eyes, the lids closing and keeping the moisture in before her venom won over her heart again and her eyes went dry. She wanted to follow but couldn't. She wanted to taste, but couldn't.
Turning, Typhoid Mary let her arms outstretch as she walked down the pathway, fingertips hitting the plantlife and turning the greenery black with her bitter anger and hate.
Continued in Typhoid Mary's Chamerbs.
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