08-30-2014, 02:07 PM
Marcus looked into her eyes. It was like looking into a mirror. The same rage boiled behind them. It gave him a chill and his chest and arms pebbled. A tight smile formed on his lips.
Sharp fingers dug into his shoulder and he broke his gaze to see a large man trying to pull him back. The pain was just an irritation though and he allowed himself to be moved back, the man stepping between them. His smile remained. The man could die with just a thought if he'd wanted. He did stare at the man placidly, unperturbed at the interruption. The man was doing his job and had no notion of the danger he was in if Marcus so chose. Which, of course, he would not. Not in so public a place, anyway. People milled about, no doubt taking pictures of Miss Lin and the altercation. His smile deepened.
After a moment recognition dawned on the man's face and his hand dropped as he apologized. Marcus shrugged it off as if nothing. It was Spectra he was interested in, that glimpse in the mirror.
As if a summons, she stepped to him this time, shooting a glare at her guard before adopting contrition as her garment. As always, she was stunning in what she wore.
"Señor DuBois, you must forgive me. I was quite a fear, and behaved hasty. You will forgive me, sí?"
Her accent was as entrancing as she was. Quicksilver. She was an exotic golden-scaled serpent, languorously coiled and enticing as she looked at him through those smokey pleading eyes and words forming on those luscious lips. She was deadly with her venom, ready to rip the heart out of any man stupid enough to dismiss her, her innocence a play.
Oh yes, he liked her a lot. And there was something familiar about her. Suddenly a memory came to his mind, Elena. One of his only friends back in the homes. They were both nine. She wasn't like Spectra at all, except for the accent. She had been his friend, teaching him the Spanish she knew, their secret language to communicate in Mr. Swirlin's house under his nose. It had been his mistake to use it where he heard. She had paid for that, for teaching him. And later, again, when Mr. Swirlin came to her room. Exactly the same accent as Spectra. They had continued their talks in secret. It was theirs. It was special. He smiled thinking of her, thanking her. It had been a pleasure to visit Mr. Swirlin a couple of years ago. He hadn't expected Malik. A low rumbling chuckle began in his chest. Nope, he hadn't expected to see Malik at all. It was his gift to Elena.
His smile was genuine through the low laugh and he inclined his head to her. "Por supuesto. Debo que perdonar algien como si."
Perhaps he butchered it. It had been years. Still, it didn't really matter. It felt good to feel the words on his tongue. "Your fear is quite understandable. And I apologize for being upset. I am glad you are safe now."
He took her hand- it was soft and warm- and kissed it. "I am Marcus DuBois. It is an honor to meet you."
Edited by Marcus DuBois, Aug 30 2014, 04:14 PM.
Sharp fingers dug into his shoulder and he broke his gaze to see a large man trying to pull him back. The pain was just an irritation though and he allowed himself to be moved back, the man stepping between them. His smile remained. The man could die with just a thought if he'd wanted. He did stare at the man placidly, unperturbed at the interruption. The man was doing his job and had no notion of the danger he was in if Marcus so chose. Which, of course, he would not. Not in so public a place, anyway. People milled about, no doubt taking pictures of Miss Lin and the altercation. His smile deepened.
After a moment recognition dawned on the man's face and his hand dropped as he apologized. Marcus shrugged it off as if nothing. It was Spectra he was interested in, that glimpse in the mirror.
As if a summons, she stepped to him this time, shooting a glare at her guard before adopting contrition as her garment. As always, she was stunning in what she wore.
"Señor DuBois, you must forgive me. I was quite a fear, and behaved hasty. You will forgive me, sí?"
Her accent was as entrancing as she was. Quicksilver. She was an exotic golden-scaled serpent, languorously coiled and enticing as she looked at him through those smokey pleading eyes and words forming on those luscious lips. She was deadly with her venom, ready to rip the heart out of any man stupid enough to dismiss her, her innocence a play.
Oh yes, he liked her a lot. And there was something familiar about her. Suddenly a memory came to his mind, Elena. One of his only friends back in the homes. They were both nine. She wasn't like Spectra at all, except for the accent. She had been his friend, teaching him the Spanish she knew, their secret language to communicate in Mr. Swirlin's house under his nose. It had been his mistake to use it where he heard. She had paid for that, for teaching him. And later, again, when Mr. Swirlin came to her room. Exactly the same accent as Spectra. They had continued their talks in secret. It was theirs. It was special. He smiled thinking of her, thanking her. It had been a pleasure to visit Mr. Swirlin a couple of years ago. He hadn't expected Malik. A low rumbling chuckle began in his chest. Nope, he hadn't expected to see Malik at all. It was his gift to Elena.
His smile was genuine through the low laugh and he inclined his head to her. "Por supuesto. Debo que perdonar algien como si."
Perhaps he butchered it. It had been years. Still, it didn't really matter. It felt good to feel the words on his tongue. "Your fear is quite understandable. And I apologize for being upset. I am glad you are safe now."
He took her hand- it was soft and warm- and kissed it. "I am Marcus DuBois. It is an honor to meet you."
Edited by Marcus DuBois, Aug 30 2014, 04:14 PM.