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Post by Alice Himeno on Jun 8, 2016 22:47:08 GMT -5
She listened to Jessie's words, keeping her eyes closed. She supposed she did need to be kept alert, but spiders were always aware of everything; always expecting and preparing for anything that might drift their way be it predator or prey or some other passing thing. Except for when the were not. And it was little miscalculations like that that could break their fragile webs. Alice's web, though fragile, of course, was fortified by ice.
The widow twitched slightly again at the last kiss, but tried to pretend like it never happened. So it was the snow queen herself who brought this out in Jessie. Made the girl the best she could be. Did the sinful spider really do that? For some reason that made her chuckle a little.
"Jeez." That all too familiar word rolled so naturally off the pale lips.
Icy eyes fluttered open at the sound of a foreign word. Je t'aime. French it was. She understood that. Granted, it was pronounced a little strangely, but there was no error on the fact that the girl had tried. Withdrawing her arms from around Jessie's neck, she adopted her signature position, except this time altering it so her chin rested in the crook of an angled forefinger and thumb. "Moi aussi." She chuckled in a natural French accent.
Not sure if Jessie would understand or not, she decided to take a stab at her own lofty pride again and smirked as she parted her lips once more to translate. "Me suu." ( "Me too" )
Oh gosh, it was just as bad as the first time. This time the widow tried not to react to her own embarrassment due to trying to speak in English, instead keeping her smirk and stance, deciding to play it off cooly. Now that she thought about it, weren't they on their way to do something? She had almost forgotten with the splendor of the town and Jessie's amazing performance and their flirtatious game. She was feeling a bit warmer now too; the girl's warmth still lingering on the frosty skin. Perhaps she would mess with her a little more later, should Jessie still be in a stable, proper mood for it whenever that may be.
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Post by jessie ( jessica ) mcknight on Jun 8, 2016 23:01:49 GMT -5
Jessie blinked she knew that maybe learning more then one French phrase might have been a good thing to have done. But alas Jessie hadn't a clue to what Alice had spoken. Well she could guess, but in language it might be best to see or ask what it meant. It was clear Jessie had rambled at least a little seeing as Alice had done her famous jeez. But now Alice had replied and all Jessie did was wait. Then another reply though this time it was in a familiar language. ' me tuu '
Jessie held back and amused chuckle as she nodded, smiling. Looking at a clock she noticed it was getting late. Finally going back to a language she knew they both would feel comfortable with she spoke . " we should go its getting rather late. "
Grabbing her and Alices bag she let her eyes look back at Alice just as the old man walked in. " you both need a ride ? Things have settled down so I can give you a ride in the back of my truck. "
Jessie tilted her head back with a playful grin " Your not blind yet old man ? "
Chuckling Cormack shook his head " not yet Jessica "
Jessie nodded " that would be great. "
Looking back at Alice she spoke to the girl " if thats okay with you ? "
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Post by Alice Himeno on Jun 8, 2016 23:58:07 GMT -5
Even though Jessie didn't laugh at the widow's attempt at English, Alice could tell she was trying to hold it back. Jeez, she really needed to brush up on her English pronunciation more often.
Late. Was it? Alice's ghostly blue eyes wandered about the old shop until a clock was located. Time had gone by quick. Much quicker than the snowy spider had been aware of. Perhaps that was a good thing. After all, if you didn't notice time pass, then things weren't going too bad.
Suddenly the elderly man entered once more. It actually startled Alice a little, but she kept herself from expressing it, keeping her usual poker face. She found it interesting that the older man referred to Jessie by the more feminine name of Jessica. Of course Alice had heard the girl's full name before - when her stately father had inquired her name after mistaking her for her mother - and knew that Jessica was her actual name, but she had never heard it spoken before by anyone, so it was new to her ears. It did make her wonder, though, which did Jessie honestly prefer being called? Jessica or Jessie? Maybe she would ask her about that sometime if it ever became a relevant topic.
Alice almost didn't hear what had been inquired. Blinking, she offered a subtle nod, her tiny icicle braids swaying slightly at the action. Yes, practicing English more would be of great aid to the spider. She made a mental note for herself to do just that when they would return to Astrea.
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Post by jessie ( jessica ) mcknight on Jun 9, 2016 0:12:19 GMT -5
Jessie wondered what the snow kitten was thinking. She seemed slightly lost in thought yet to most eyes she seemed just elegantly waiting for the next step to happen. She did admire the girl for that, she was always so ...so ..mature she guessed could be the best way of expressing the iced figure.
Noting that Alice had finally nodded response Jessie followed the old man out making sure Alice was in tow they came to a very old ford truck. The old man took the girls bag in the front with him as he started the car . " If you'd like I can take the bags in the back with me and you can sit in with Cormack? "
She said as she climbed in the back of the truck. Sitting on the metallic floor of the back she opened the small window that was between her and the the driver seat. Sitting up onto her feet she looked at Alice. " so what do you feel comfortable with ? " she readied her hand incase the snow kitten did desire to join her in the back.
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Post by Alice Himeno on Jun 9, 2016 0:51:03 GMT -5
Alice followed the two quietly with her usual elegant way of walking, intrigued by the old trick that came into view. Old shop, old car, old man - everything about this elderly gentleman had an antique charm to it, just as what she had seen so far of this place in general. The albino aristocrat felt a bit out of place yet not at the same time. It was strange.
A decision was soon prompted. The widow thought for a little while, folding her arms behind her back and averting her gaze for a moment. "Would it be alright if I joined you, my dear?" She asked finally, flashing her frozen gaze back in the girl's direction.
Poor at pronunciation of English or not, she did desire to ask the old man something at some point. Not now; perhaps when things settled down a bit more. She stored the ignited inquisition in the back of her mind for now, casting a glance in the elderly gentleman's direction but not making it obvious. It could wait until a more proper time.
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Post by jessie ( jessica ) mcknight on Jun 9, 2016 1:19:31 GMT -5
Jessie nodded and took alices hand tight pulling her up on the truck she scooted ever so slightly yet an arm glided around the smaller girls waist. " It gets bumpy. "
Cormack passed the truck nodding at both Jessie and Alice but gave a moment extra knowing full well the girl must have some more questions. After all love tends to have worries of one another at times. Smiling to him self he got in and started to drive.
* At the home.*
The dirt road they took a slight turn, as a crescent moon shaped road became what they traveled. And from that old brick styled homes came into view a few here and there seemed a tad more modern being build by wood rather then stone. The road began to climb slightly and as they did Jessies arm Around the girl next to her tightened as pink and purple sunset eyes saw it .
It was a bit bigger then the rest of the homes and it was a bit on the lonely aide as it was at the top of a hill or cliff rather that looked over the ocean. Brick walls where laced with vines and wisteria, the light fragrance lingered in the air though they were still a bit of a ways from it. The home had a round peer on one side closest to the ocean. It was hard to see but it looked as if in the yard behind the house closet to there view was a stage with a few things here and there but it was blurred.
As they got closer Jessie's eyes became blurred with moister. Looking away she whipped away the water. As they pulled up she quickly got up and grabbed their bags. It seemed as if the girl was a little lost. The deep blue roofed home was far bigger then thought and it had this elegant charm about it. " ill take our bags in and ill come back. "
Dashing ahead a crystal like mist followed the pink haired tomboy.
Cormack soon stepped out of the truck and went to help the frosted beauty out of the back. " She has her moments...where she's unrecognizable..though..."
The elderly man rose his head to look at Alice. " I haven't seen her this happy for a very long time.. And id bet its because of you my dear girl."
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Post by Alice Himeno on Jun 9, 2016 2:51:51 GMT -5
The ivory dancer stumbled a little getting up into the truck but brushed it off as if it had never transpired. She thanked Jessie graciously for the help and settled herself down with recomposed grace. Her body tensed slightly under the fabric of her outfit at the physical contact simply out of its own stubborn habit. The widow tried to ignore it and gave a nod to Jessie's words. The town almost looked kind of rural, so she expected the roads to be a bit not evenly leveled.
As the car started and the drive began, Alice let her thoughts consume her conscious, loosing a little awareness of everything around her. Her small braids swirled faintly in the wind, her legs positioned meanwhile in a way that would keep the glistening frills of her dress from swirling into a lacy accompaniment alongside them. This day had been...okay, she guessed. Nothing had made Jessie fully have a meltdown yet, and even though there were times where she smiled, she seemed sad and melancholic. Yes, the girl beside her must certainly be going through hell in terms of conflict in memory and emotion. And what troubled Alice about that was she felt helpless. She wanted to help Jessie but was a bit worried that she would only end up triggering a breakdown at some point. This was probably not easy for Jessie at all. Coming back to the town the spider was certain the girl grew up in, coming back to the old house - was any of it agonizing the girl? Alice was very much convinced so.
She began to see various houses pass. An arm tightened around her waist. A lonely house sat atop a seaside cliff, adorned by flowers and of a large size. Everything was perceived but not exactly registered in her venomous brain which was clouded by the haze of her thoughts. Finally the truck stopped close to the house. Jessie seemed a bit troubled, tearful, and distant. It worried the dancer.
Right as the truck pulled in, the pink haired girl already was off with both their bags. Alice shook herself from her thoughts and watched her dash away, wondering how the girl was feeling - how she was holding up through all of this. Soon Cormack came up however. Alice offered a nod to the older man then a quiet "thank you," when he helped her down. Her poker face tried to dominate her face, although their were fractures in her icy guard that displayed a slight sense of worry. Worry towards the girl.
Ah, I am gruad." ( Ah, I am glad ) She started softly, looking to the gentleman, hoping to veil her pathetic attempt to speak English but failing as was inevitable.
Then she noticed she had never introduced herself. It was only proper to. Grabbing the edges of her frilled white dress, Alice performed a low curtsy, elegant curtsy. "Alice Himeno. She stayed in the bow, not coming up from it while her icy blue orbs remained focused on the ground now. "Mista... I am...uwarruied about Jessie..." (Mister... I am...worried about Jessie...) Do you sink she iz guaing to be awright...?" (Do you think she is going to be alright?)
The spider bit her bottom lip a little - perhaps a bit harder than she had meant to, cursing her own accents. "I uwant to help her the best I can.... Pahaps... (I want to help her the best I can... Perhaps... ) If I may ask, mista, uwhat uwas her past rike here...? Her mahsaa...?" ( If I may ask, mister, what was her past like here... Her mother...?)
She wanted to know about the girl's past a little, should the elderly man know some of it. The widow hoped so; then she could understand the pink haired girl better and perhaps a little more of her backstory. She waited patiently for the elder's response.
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Post by jessie ( jessica ) mcknight on Jun 9, 2016 11:59:53 GMT -5
Cormack though elderly had very good hearing. He could tell what the young girl was asking, though her English was far from the best he didn't think much of it after all he once sounded much the same when he first got here. Leaning against the truck he though for a moment brushing his beard his eyes looked at the girl. " when I fist arrived here...i was much like you with my English . I was a bit younger then I am now but not as young as some, so who'd help a middle aged man learn English hmm? Jessica's mother thats who."
He paused for a moment he spoke clear and slow incase the girl was having a hard time understanding him. " Arabella was her name if you dont know. She was around 19 or so when I met her. Shed come in my shop noticing very little was done and hardly anything was sold. That was because of my English. Suddenly she spoke to me, her accent was far lighter then mine but she was Irish just as I. She helped me ease my accent and taught me a bit more of English to take place of Irish words for things. "
Closing his eyes he remembered the young girl perfectly. " She was a kind soul Las. She had a heart as big as the ocean, much like Jessica if you've noticed. You needn't be worried if Jessica is anything like her mother she wears her heart on her sleeve but can hold her own. Yet if you wish to do something for the girl....talk with her... As you've been doing. But fear little in asking questions girly..after all if we didn't ask questions how would we know anything."
He took a moment to take a deep breath " yet as far as the past, After Arabella helped me she came often to the store and a young man came along with her at times usually riding her here on his bike. It was young love. Darien if I remember correctly. That would be Jessica's father. Though at this time their love just pups love really. Besides Arabella was to go off to a dance school some where on her 20th. "
Scratching at his chin in the attempts to try and remember where the school was he soon moved on. " yet when he left the young lad stayed with me helping me with the shop, he was a good boy, but he seemed to...be to serious, his past seemed to be a dark one as well, and boyo the boys father kept him in line. I even had to tell the man off once or twice. When Arabella got back Darien married her either it be the boys idea or fathers I dont fully know but those kids did love one another. And couple of years latter they had Jessica, loved the little one to death, yet something wasn't quite right. Darien was a man raised on expectations it seem and for that he didn't a boy to carry on .. Yet no mattered how hard they tried Arabella couldn't hold another child, even loosing one a few weeks. In. After that it wasn't the same.. But that woman never loved a thing more then Jessica, they were happy.. And in all honesty I dont know much of what happened the night she died, but that Darien... I dont really think he meant to hurt Arabella...not fully at least, no that boy was just as lost as Jessica was, though he just handled it differently closed him self off I guess. "
Letting the final words float across the breeze he sat up standing. " As far as yer English goes girl ask Jessica shed be happy to teach you. "
Taking a moment to look at Alice. " I hope it helps knowing what I know... But in truth you've always helped that girl coming now... You've given her something she hasn't felt in a long time ..that be love. "
Jessie walked up the the scene slowing to a stop , seeming fine even bright eyed she questioned for a moment what had the two been taking about. " uh.. I um I can show you around now Alice.."
The elderly man waved as he got in the truck . " good night girls .."
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Post by Alice Himeno on Jun 9, 2016 15:14:57 GMT -5
Alice slowly rose from her curtesy though not in her usual marionette way. It was graceful and composed, half to substitute for the embarrassment her poor pronunciation of English and also just a working of Himeno mannerisms when speaking to those older than you, especially males. So this man wasn't from around here. Somehow that hadn't surprised her. He did have a bit of an accent after all. That fact calmed the spider a little, knowing that she was not entirely alone in her struggle. What did avoid expectation however was that it was Jessie's mother whom had been the one to help the man learn English.
The snowy arachnid listened quietly, arms folded in front if her with her hands clasped loosely in one another. Such a kind soul the girl's mother was described to be. Offering a hand to the struggling older man when no one else seemed to care. So she, too, had been Irish. An intriguing fact. Up until now, the widow had been a bit...cautious about the inquiries she asked her dance partner. She hadn't wanted to open any old wounds; certainly, the widow would utilize her web's threads to try all she could to stitch them up again should that occur; but she knew there were some that would never heal. Mostly deep psychological ones. But now she was being informed that such questions would not bother the other too much. Jessie just seemed so fragile to the spider. Nearly every girl the malicious widow came across seemed so. Fragile and easily wounded. Yet that image the spider assumed was skewered the more she thought about Jessie's experiences. The boyish girl had been through so much; in her past and also as of current; yet she had not fallen completely yet. Lost her footing, perhaps, but she was still standing regardless. And just as Jessie had reassured Alice, Alice would be there to catch her the very best she could even if she had to fully abandon the comfort of her own frosted web.
Darien. Was that Jessie's father's name? Alice felt her snowy skin prickle at the mention of him, but she kept her ears open and her focus in listening, never collapsing her graceful form. Even if a negative figure, he was a major point in the girl's past. A story of young love. A darkness hidden within the young man that would soon become Jessie's father. A beginning that could be chalked up as slightly bittersweet Alice supposed. There it was. The longing for a son, not a daughter, to succeed the family. The spider was thankful that her aristocratic family, though of old-fashioned Victorian era, hadn't been too rigid on that seemingly common family ideal. It was her recently deceased influential ancestor, Shigeki Himeno; a powerful albino woman of ice and lofty virtues, one that even had enough power to confidently hold herself higher than the men of the house; that had loosened that for the Himeno lineage. And Alice was to be her following descendant, having no brothers of whom the responsibility would be shouldered by default onto no matter how young.
The last few words of the tale struck a chord in the spider's web. Handled it differently. An interesting way of putting what he did. Could he have not fully meant to have done that? Killing Jessie's poor mother... Granted, sometimes those of troubled minds sometimes acted without proper forethought, but still... Alice would have to think more on that resolve; for now she only gave a slight tilt of her head forward in the slightest of nods to show that she was still listening.
So it was love that she had given Jessie. Something the girl had not experienced up until this point. It felt rather nice knowing that she helped the girl, whether directly or indirectly. In turn, Jessie had slowly been helping the spider indirectly realize something of herself deep within the layers of ice, web, and snow. Yes, perhaps the acidic, frozen widow wasn't much of a big bad wolf after all when warmed up.
"Sank you kainderee, mista." (Thank you kindly, mister.) The widow loosened her stance and bent at the torso once more, hands still folded in front of her, and offered a Japanese-styled bow of gratitude. Snowy white hair feathered along her cheeks, coiling and slipping back into place elegantly as she rose back up from her bow, the soft ringing of her bell muffled as it jingled underneath the frilled fabric. She had learned quite a lot about her partner through this kind older man, and for that, she really was grateful.
Suddenly, Jessie had returned. Alice felt a slight edge of her apprehension fade away upon seeing that she appeared to be in a better condition as of now. She offered a nod to the girl then one towards the elderly man, performing one last gracious half-curtsey. Yet again for the second time today she saw Jessie in different light, although this one under far sunder circumstances. The poor girl had been through so much. Not just her, but her mother as well.
Walking over to the girl, she reached out and gently took the warmer hand in her colder one, keeping her ghostly gaze averted to a random point in the distance for a moment, her mind still swirling with the information she had just been told. She waited to be shown around, her normal poker face frosting over her porcelain features as to not expose any emotion that arose from the thoughts.
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Post by jessie ( jessica ) mcknight on Jun 9, 2016 16:11:21 GMT -5
Taking the hand she looked over at the frosted girl. Alice seemed to be thinking of something.. That something could be her worry for the pink haired girl. That slightly bothered the tomboy and she lead her to the door of the home. " You ...d-dont have to worry.."
What was the studded for now? Possibly her body showing her she needed someone ? Ah how annoying . Hmm seems like she was becoming a tad bit like the spider beside her. This caused an amused smile fall to her face. " After all this is a trip we should enjoy not being at school as much as we can. "
Entering the home the lay out seemed simple the kitchen was opened to the quite large living room that had a few couches going around the room the middle was left open . There was a grand piano and a fireplace. " mother and father held a lot of gathering "
A light smile was brought to her lips at the memory. As they walked there was little wall that didn't have a family photo on it. Photo where laced across each wall. Heading to the upper staircase Jessie stopped. " up there is my parents room and the bathroom, but I have a bath in my room as well."
Turning a corner they walked up a slightly crescent stairs after all they where now in the peer of the house. Windows laced the wall as they walked. Reaching a room at the top she quietly opened the door. Heading in they found her self in the middle of the room. Pictures where across a hole wall some looked professional others looked as if a small child taking photos of anything she could . A bed lay across one wall as a bathroom was on the other. Next to the bathroom was a rather large walk in closet with a sowing machine. Beautiful dresses hung across the poles in the closet. All kinds of shoes where organized to go with a dress. But even the closet told stories soon dresses became dress shirts and heals became boots, those became men's shoes.
Over all the room was nice a bit more girly yet there were a few sport trophy's in a pile in the corner of the room. And a few boyish things here and there such as hats and sports jackets that lay over the edge of the bed.
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Post by Alice Himeno on Jun 9, 2016 17:06:11 GMT -5
The snowy spider's icy gaze finally flickered in the direction of the pink haired girl. Did Jessie perhaps notice that Alice was worried for her? She had tried her best to hide it, yet it seemed so. "I cannot help it..." Slipped out softly in response.
She allowed herself to be lead through the house, cataloging everything under the light of her icy gaze. It was a rather large house. Spacious, too. Some portions of it looked simple, some a little more complex. Photos were strewn everywhere about the walls. The spider almost kind of expected it. The piano caught the spider's interest. Did Jessie perhaps play? She wondered, nodding at every explanation to convey that she was listening.
A staircase was soon reached and ascended. Another explanation given and a room approached. Alice followed the girl quietly inside the room. All about it were strewn items of polar opposite styles. Girlish aspects were blended with that of a more boyish style here and there. Those aspects faded into one another even at certain parts. An array of lovely dresses decorated the closet although they soon morphed into more of a men's fashion style. It was almost as if looking at a time-lapse photograph in itself. Regarding photographs, there were many plastered along the entirety of a single wall. Alice expected nothing less of the aspiring photographer. She studied each one individually, letting go of the other's hand for a moment to assume her usual pose as she did. What sort of field of career or interest did Jessie wish to pursue when she was older? She was still quite young. They both were now that she thought about it. For some reason, that made the widow desire to laugh a little, but why? She had not a clue herself.
"It's lovely." She commented finally, looking to the girl. "Both the house and this room."
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Post by jessie ( jessica ) mcknight on Jun 9, 2016 20:28:12 GMT -5
Looking at the now pondering girl beside her she wondered what the girl was thinking actually she found her self asking that a lot on this trip. Alice seemed to be studying the room for a moment yet then the photo'd wall. The pink haired tomboy let the girl study for a moment while she grabbed the packed bags from the hallway. Setting them both on her bed for now she sat on the edge of the bed watching and finding her self wondering. " What are you thinking about?"
It had came out pretty blunt and sadly almost said at the same time the snow kitten had spoken. Jessie bit her lip in her embarrassment. " ah sorry... Thank you Alice I am happy you like it... And um sorry I don't mean to be so blunt I just feel like we both have a lot on our minds of late."
Letting her body fall onto the bed or what little emptiness was left she slide down to find her self on the floor sighing along with the ride. " I just don't know what to do, half of me say who cares! The other says...why? I guess thats why I asked you what you were thinking. Maybe it would give me something else to think about. "
A slight chuckle left her lips as she breathed out another sigh yet slightly more relieved after all even venting that much had helped. Though what thoughts came next ones of which came from slight selfishness in wanting comfort she playfully let a smirk lay across her lips as she patted her lap. She was curious would Alice take up the offer to sit in her lap?
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Post by Alice Himeno on Jun 9, 2016 22:00:52 GMT -5
The widow blinked. It appeared their speech had overlapped. She glanced at the boyish girl, offering a slight dismissing wave of an ivory hand. "It's quite alright."
It was obvious the two had spent much time buried in their thoughts so far. Alice, too, was curious as to what form of these thoughts were swirling around in Jessie's mind, but she was hesitant to ask, worried that she might only trouble the girl further. This day so far had been one of difficulty for her partner; that much the spider had been able to read quite well into. Even with Jessie's seemingly more okay mood at the moment, she was still questioning if the girl was really alright or not as a whole. Alice wasn't used to worrying this much and it wore her out a little although she tried to keep the weariness from being visible through her guard.
As the albino girl parted her lips to speak once more, an action was performed by the boyish girl. She had patted her lap, a smirk hanging to her lips. Ah, it really was amusing how fast the girl could slip into a playful mood. Yet Alice at times found herself to be no different. She let her snowy lashes veil her icy eyes a little in thought as she pondered what her course of action would be, her elegant posture swaying ever so slightly. In a single graceful motion, she settled herself upon Jessie's lap in a similar manner as Jessie once had in the widow's own room. The billowing frills of her Lolita dress spilled out like a wave of snow in every direction. One ivory hand settled itself atop the girl's shoulder, the other, on her cheek. A ghost of a smirk was reflected upon the pale lips. Granted, her actions were flirtatious and playful, but also on the soothing side as she was still concerned about the pink haired girl.
"What are you thinking about, my dear?" She echoed softly yet a bit cautiously in a low whisper, ghostly blue eyes glittering behind the pure white veil of long white lashes.
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Post by jessie ( jessica ) mcknight on Jun 9, 2016 22:31:51 GMT -5
The figure danced to her as the offer was taken. One elegant step and Alice was in the lap of the tomboy; and of course Alice never missed out on an opportunity to play around. Then the question was mirrored yet Jessie had a hard time thinking though Alice saw only playfulness in the pink haired girl Jessie was always so shy inside especially when the iced hand slide past her neck to hold to her shoulder.
She could say something along those line like ' I'm just thinking of how your touch has me shiver ' yet some how Jessie knew that wasn't what Alice wanted to know. Then again Jessie had asked the question first hmm it always seemed tables got turned often with the snowy kitten. Ah well. " I am feeling... Full. Full of memories some good and some bad. I feel like all these emotions are tugging me this way and that, yet at times I dont know which to follow. "
That was the truth in more or less words. " But Alice I must remind you I asked first. Or..."
A hand trailed lightly up the spiders arm letting to figures glide across the widows lips " Are you going to make me beg"
Seriously!? Jessie truly didn't know how to shut it did she ? Maybe it was yet another side of emotions pulling at her, at least when The tomboy and ice figure played some of her worries raided.
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Post by Alice Himeno on Jun 9, 2016 23:20:18 GMT -5
So Jessie's mind was swarmed by various memories and emotions. The widow kind of expected that. The extent of these memories Alice of course hadn't a clue; all she could do was hope none of them bothered the girl too much. The eldeely man had informed that talking about such was not a bad idea. Perhaps she would bring it up eventually. Then all of a sudden Jessie's amusing playfulness blossomed again. It elicited a soft chuckle from the spider. Just how bold was Jessie really inside? This playful side; was there shyness behind it? The girl almost always gave a shudder at the other's touch and even stammered sometime in the wake of her own boldness. Alice wondered about it for a moment.
Such a brave interjection. It wasn't wise to tempt a spider. Especially a highly flirtatious and predatory one. Alice's eyes narrowed a little, not in irritation but in a playful way. She could easily make her beg should she desire to. Well, she was almost fully certain she could. Leaning in gradually, she teasingly ghosted her soft, icy lips on a random point high on the girl's warm neck. Bringing them up to her ear, she purred out a whispered, playful phrase: "Don't tempt a predatory spider, mon chéri."
The French rolled smoothly off her smirking lips. It was not so much of a warning than it was kind of a teasing sort challenge of her own. Was it really okay to be messing with Jessie when the girl had so much on her mind? Alice pulled back a little to look at her partner, waiting patiently for any sort of reaction.
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