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When he looks back at her, it's a strange, unexpected gaze - so empty, so...dense. Bexley doesn't falter, but her curiosity does kick up a notch; a tingle of surprise rushes through her small body. She watches him intently for some reaction to her words and finds almost nothing, just one small curl of the lip, he can barely even meet her eyes. And then his face goes blank. For a moment the world between them is quiet and still, waiting for some scale to tip, for a coin to to hit the bottom of a well, and for his bitter, defensive response to come. But it doesn't. Her brain whirs and hums in mechanical excitement. Lonely and seemingly void of emotion? Bex can't help being surprised that there's no trace of anger in the lines of his body, no immediate visceral response to her ridicule, which almost everyone has.
But she's sure she can wring it out of him soon.
They make eye contact, and Bexley's lip twitches as she catches sight of the teardrop markings that are dark against his skin. The amount of melodrama that surrounds this man is simultaneously pathetic and funny. "Your use of sarcasm is spot on, Pretty Bexley..." Pretty Bexley. Her nostrils flare in amusement. Pretty Bexley, that's her, all golden skin and fat white curls, pretty Bexley, who has a penchant for blood and is already pining to bend this man to her will, just for fun. Pretty Bexley - ! The attention is beautiful, hits her like a shot of heroin. Her one need has been met. She grins, and it's saccharine. Genuine, blindingly gorgeous, but not exactly trustworthy. The rest of his words are irrelevant. She listens - even tilts her head slightly as his sentence ends, her smile slightly faded wondering how long he's been this acutely depressed - but says nothing, still batting those eyelashes, knowing he won't be able to stop just there.
And her intuition is right. "My name is Camdis Lohir. Do you get off on bothering strangers?" Instead of smiling at the goad, she pouts, giving Camdis a look of displeasure with those fervent blue eyes. Her face is convincingly upset, watching him like he's just committed a serious infraction. "Oh, not at all." She steps closer, so that they're almost chest to chest, and raises her chin defiantly so that their faces are almost level. She hopes he's noticing exactly how gorgeous she is up close. "I'm an angel. I wouldn't call it bothering. I get off on making things, mmm... interesting." That smirk again, splitting itself across her face, turning her blue eyes bright with mirth. "Isn't this more interesting than moping around all by yourself?"
@camdis <3
