Stranger Danger

[Trillian]

His smile twisted wryly as he shot her a dry response.

You're a colourful person

His play on words was ironically serious.  She was a colourful person; full of music and colour and life, while on the contrary dressing like death.  She didn't behave like she wanted to die, however, she was a survivor, and if he came at her he had no doubt she would fight him with every ounce of strength she had, even knowing it would be futile.

He reached over to her again, and cool fingers tickled the soft flesh beneath her chin, much like one would caress a purring cat.

Let's go.

He was wanting to paint her, and as far as he was concerned, there was no time like the present.  He could wait, of course, he'd waited lifetimes in some cases to do as he wished, but she struck him as pliable.

[Harlequin]

"Cute." The punk's mouth twisted upward in the most smile-like expression she'd given him since their first meeting. The irony of his statement was mostly lost on her, though, because she had no reason to believe other people's brains looked different from hers.

The smile died with the touch of his fingertips – which she instinctively shied away from, lips tight. Ami had never been an affectionate person by nature, and touch did not come naturally to her. The familiarity inherent in his gesture grated, unwelcome. It painted a jagged line in her brain. After a moment (long enough, she thought, for him to get that message) she shook it off and replied.

"Gotta do some shit here first. Won't take long." If she was going to be without smokes for any length of time, she was going to have to have something to take the edge off – coffee would work, but she didn't have any brewed, "Can I meet you somewhere?" Wherever he wanted to get to, she could get to – provided it was in the city. Which raised the question of 'Where?'. His house? She couldn't really picture him in a house.

[Trillian]

He looked at her for a lingering moment, trying to picture her best.  Somewhere out of the city, for she was an urban creature, busy just by herself.  She needed a simple background, and the simplest backgrounds were nature.  A field, a forest, a beach.

A beach.

He sent her the image of the place he wanted her to meet him, and if she'd ever been there, she would recognise it as the portion of Glitter Beach that was shetered by the cliffside.  If she'd never went there, what he was sending her would certainly help her find her way - provided she had a good memory.

Wear what you wish

He doubted she'd be in her clothes for long.

[Harlequin]

The image she received was immediately overlaid by an identical one, though the beach she remembered was lit by the sun. She'd been there with Lefty, a few months back. "See you there."

Wear what you wish. Because she'd been planning on wearing anything other than what she wanted to. Ever. She nodded her assent, and the vampire took his leave, moving more quickly than her brain could register and leaving nothing behind but a lingering feeling of warmth.

Ami shivered, made her preparations, and followed.