Post by oliver on May 22, 2008 7:53:25 GMT -5
"Tom Tom the piper's son, stole a pig and away he ran..."
The soft singing stopped as did the singer in mid dance, but only so he could pause and cock his head to the side in the way a kitten did when it chanced upon the other end of a string.
"No, not pig, but a bull."
So saying he raised a hand to brush fingertips over a drop of red just by the corner of his lip. It was most likely a dry smudge by now, and the very idea that he probably looked like a girl with her mouth freshly ravished ,made him give a high-pitched giggle.
"M'not a lady..." he groused as if someone had said it to his face, balancing himself on the metal railing that winded through weed-devoured grounds. Then he stopped again when something else caught his eye and a bright gleam flashed across gold flecked ebony.
"Oh, but you are!"
Despite his lack of lucidity, he managed to hop across the haphazardly placed graves poking up from the ground, his stepping stones towards a large un-sheltered tomb. A well timed leap brought him to land in a crouch right atop the coffin-like structure, coat tails falling behind with barely a rustle.
To anyone, it would have just been another resting place that someone had taken time to actually shape into the prone body of a young woman.
To mad vampire above, she was beautiful.
"Hello dove... Oops, pardon me!" he chirped when he realised that his feet had been treading upon chastely crossed marble hands, "Let's play pretend shall we?"
Carefully he straddled the tomb, settling himself down with his upper torso lying on the stone, propping his elbows on either side of her head and resting his chin on interlaced fingers. He grinned down at her, showing off his fangs in what he thought would be charming... But it came out more goofy than anything.
"I think formalities are so overrated don't you? Tell you what, we'll skip the boring introductions, you can call me Oli and I'll call you Lucy."
To think he didn't even bother reading the name inscribed on the side. Then again, he wasn't even in the right frame of mind to bother with anything.
"Oh but aren't you precious, so lovely you are, smooth cheeks and pale skin, " his fingers followed his words, trailing over inanimate features with all the lovingness of a man besotted, "You're just like me. All icy cold and lifeless... We'd make a great team! Like Starsky and Hutch, Laurel and Hardy... Luke and Han..."
His nattering was animated, far too guileless to be anything more than idle prattle. But he seemed so sincere in his courting of the frozen stone, his eyes bright and his smile mirthful. It was hard to believe that the statue was not a living creature, with her unmoving lips as the silent indulgence of the chattering vamp.
Another chortle and he leaned close to the chiseled cherubic face, "Want to hear a secret Lucy? I have a confession to make," he whispered with barely restrained glee, looking around left and right before breathing against her ear, "I think I like you."
A weighted pause and tilt of his head to the left as if allowing her time to respond before he sat up to clap happily, "I knew you felt the same way! I think ducks are loads of fun too, but not for eating, don't like getting feathers in my teeth... Teeth don't fly unless you're a toothfairy."
Petulant pout and he slumped back down on the tomb, sighing softly.
"I wonder if they have vampire Toothfairies? Then if I pulled out my fang and left it under my pillow, I might get a new shiny copper. I could buy you something pretty, then you won't have to leave..."
Artless eyes peered into space, the happiness gone just as quickly as it came and he held onto the masonry a little tighter. Insecurity colouring his words.
"He left me too you know... They all did, one by one like flies off a wall. Nothing but dust bunnies and melting ice. Just disappeared... Over the hills and far, far away."
It was a young voice that spoke, distant and dreamy.
"But you... You wouldn't leave me would you Lucy? Of course not."
With a purr he tucked his head beneath her marble chin and stroked her flawless face, "Would you do anything for me? Love for me, hurt for me... Die for me?"
He giggled and shook his head.
"No, you can't do that. But perhaps and just perhaps, you could cry for me?"
The sky growled in response and by the time he looked upon her face once more, a single droplet of water was rolling down a previously untainted cheek. The vampire smiled warmly, murmured something unintelligible about roses made of stone and closed his eyes.
Basking in the tears she wept for him from above.
The soft singing stopped as did the singer in mid dance, but only so he could pause and cock his head to the side in the way a kitten did when it chanced upon the other end of a string.
"No, not pig, but a bull."
So saying he raised a hand to brush fingertips over a drop of red just by the corner of his lip. It was most likely a dry smudge by now, and the very idea that he probably looked like a girl with her mouth freshly ravished ,made him give a high-pitched giggle.
"M'not a lady..." he groused as if someone had said it to his face, balancing himself on the metal railing that winded through weed-devoured grounds. Then he stopped again when something else caught his eye and a bright gleam flashed across gold flecked ebony.
"Oh, but you are!"
Despite his lack of lucidity, he managed to hop across the haphazardly placed graves poking up from the ground, his stepping stones towards a large un-sheltered tomb. A well timed leap brought him to land in a crouch right atop the coffin-like structure, coat tails falling behind with barely a rustle.
To anyone, it would have just been another resting place that someone had taken time to actually shape into the prone body of a young woman.
To mad vampire above, she was beautiful.
"Hello dove... Oops, pardon me!" he chirped when he realised that his feet had been treading upon chastely crossed marble hands, "Let's play pretend shall we?"
Carefully he straddled the tomb, settling himself down with his upper torso lying on the stone, propping his elbows on either side of her head and resting his chin on interlaced fingers. He grinned down at her, showing off his fangs in what he thought would be charming... But it came out more goofy than anything.
"I think formalities are so overrated don't you? Tell you what, we'll skip the boring introductions, you can call me Oli and I'll call you Lucy."
To think he didn't even bother reading the name inscribed on the side. Then again, he wasn't even in the right frame of mind to bother with anything.
"Oh but aren't you precious, so lovely you are, smooth cheeks and pale skin, " his fingers followed his words, trailing over inanimate features with all the lovingness of a man besotted, "You're just like me. All icy cold and lifeless... We'd make a great team! Like Starsky and Hutch, Laurel and Hardy... Luke and Han..."
His nattering was animated, far too guileless to be anything more than idle prattle. But he seemed so sincere in his courting of the frozen stone, his eyes bright and his smile mirthful. It was hard to believe that the statue was not a living creature, with her unmoving lips as the silent indulgence of the chattering vamp.
Another chortle and he leaned close to the chiseled cherubic face, "Want to hear a secret Lucy? I have a confession to make," he whispered with barely restrained glee, looking around left and right before breathing against her ear, "I think I like you."
A weighted pause and tilt of his head to the left as if allowing her time to respond before he sat up to clap happily, "I knew you felt the same way! I think ducks are loads of fun too, but not for eating, don't like getting feathers in my teeth... Teeth don't fly unless you're a toothfairy."
Petulant pout and he slumped back down on the tomb, sighing softly.
"I wonder if they have vampire Toothfairies? Then if I pulled out my fang and left it under my pillow, I might get a new shiny copper. I could buy you something pretty, then you won't have to leave..."
Artless eyes peered into space, the happiness gone just as quickly as it came and he held onto the masonry a little tighter. Insecurity colouring his words.
"He left me too you know... They all did, one by one like flies off a wall. Nothing but dust bunnies and melting ice. Just disappeared... Over the hills and far, far away."
It was a young voice that spoke, distant and dreamy.
"But you... You wouldn't leave me would you Lucy? Of course not."
With a purr he tucked his head beneath her marble chin and stroked her flawless face, "Would you do anything for me? Love for me, hurt for me... Die for me?"
He giggled and shook his head.
"No, you can't do that. But perhaps and just perhaps, you could cry for me?"
The sky growled in response and by the time he looked upon her face once more, a single droplet of water was rolling down a previously untainted cheek. The vampire smiled warmly, murmured something unintelligible about roses made of stone and closed his eyes.
Basking in the tears she wept for him from above.