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Subject: ...ha I'm never lost...
Author: Telcoltl	[ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 04:57:24 08/20/09 Thu In reply to: Karina 's message, "Make it quick, I think we are lost" on 11:35:48 08/19/09 Wed	.:. With his back turned to his creator he missed the pouty lip of expression. No matter how the binds of their fate intertwined, Telcoltl would always remain unknowing of Dimitri’s moods. Unfortunately for Dimitri, he was able to read Telcoltl like a book. A very violent murder mystery, perhaps? But Tecoltl was an intellectually bright beacon of light on the otherwise dim shores of society. He knew that Dimitri’s flamboyant ways hinted to a sexual preference that they did not share in common. He was also smart enough to know that Dimitri was a motherly, compassionate type. Telcoltl chalked it up to Florence Nightingale Syndrome through and through. The fist decade of Telcoltl’s life had been plagued with numerous obstacles and Dimitri had been entrusted with the task of aiding. The psychological complex would explain the romantic attraction and certainly the erotic attraction. Unfortunately, tonight Telcoltl was unaware that his maker’s words were cloaked with forced enthusiasm. He brushed pale skin toned lips again the fair vampiress’ hand and his smile curled into one of wicked pleasure at the compliments of his name and deeds. So his deeds preceded him! His ego grew considerable, choking out the oxygen supply to the smaller Spanish nations. “Why, yes. It is I.” The sentence itself was arrogant but his accent made the words prominently stand out and flash for attention. He released her hand with some apparent hesitation. “And what, pray tell, brings you wandering down the hallways of my newest home? Perhaps you wanted to join my nest? Perhaps share my bed?” Oh to hell with manners, Dimitri! .:.