lykomancer | (no subject)

Hey look, it's a mini-Me. The scan could use some touching up in Photoshop, but I'm lazy and don't care.

I should be doing something productive with my time, such as reading for class or writing up my learning contract which was due on Friday.
Woo, look at me go.
(Smell the sarcasm! Whee-hee!)

Sheda sat cross-legged on the outcropping of stone, fiddling with the metallic gadgetry in her lap. Her dark-furred tail curled around her, twitching occasionally with pleasure as she was able to get some piece of electronics working as it should be, and she hummed softly to herself, delighted with her work. Her ruby eyes were bright and focused, and she paused her nimble fingers and agile mind only momentarily to shove her glasses back into place on the bridge of her nose; she didn’t seem to mind the gleaming desert sun or the heat that poured down from it to bake the land, and though she recognized that he was there with some distant, absent portion of her mind, she paid no attention to Aion standing a few feet away and watching her.

She missed seeing his soft smile slowly bloom into a full-fledged grin, a warning sign if there ever was one, but one of her ears flicked as he took the few steps toward her. A shadow fell over her and obscured the inner mechanism of the tool in her hands, and Sheda looked up into the face of the pale demon leaning over her.

“How’s it coming?” Aion asked.

Sheda flashed him a grin of her own and thrust the shining metal thing out at him happily. “Great!” she exclaimed. “Soon we’ll be able to monitor astral pulse deviations, and determine…”

Aion pulled the gadget out of her hand and she trailed off, a little confused but still smiling. “Excellent,” he responded, but he didn’t spare a glance for the monitoring device that he set down on the rock beside her, and instead leaned in closer.

The cat-demon’s grin turned wry and she lifted one finger to tap him on the nose, turning her face slightly. “Now, now!” she half-teased, half-scolded in her singsong-cadenced voice. “You think I don’t know what you’re up to?”

One side of his mouth twisted up further, and he leaned another inch closer. “Oh? And what am I doing?”

“Why don’t you go play with Rizel instead, hmm?” She tapped his nose twice more, and her tail began to twitch on the rock. “If this is what you want.”

Aion didn’t budge, but Sheda was used to his personal space issues. “So,” he changed his tack, “you seem a little upset by my treatment of Chrno and the apostle. Why would that be, mmm? You’ve never questioned my tactics before.”

Sheda sighed and tried to reach for one of her “toys.” “It’s not going to work,” she informed him, feeling for a screwdriver, then grinned, slightly amused by his blatant—to the Aion-experienced—motives. “Sadist… Do you really need to try to mess with people’s minds before attempting to seduce them? Is that half the fun or what?”

Aion snickered, showing his teeth in a mildly aggressive smile, and reached up to tucked a sheaf of white hair behind his ear and adjust his glasses. “I’m offended… Is that all you think I want?” He pulled the screwdriver from her and flung it behind him into the rocky desert landscape, the tip of his nose grazing hers. His words were puffs of warm breath on her face; and she twisted her head slightly, trying to get some breathing room without showing him any discomfort.

“More or less,” she agreed happily, smirking. “Oh! And sometimes you want to rewrite the history of Heaven and Hell.” Her tail lifted and coiled momentarily around one of his wrists, then moved higher to sweep through his hair, sending it into disarray.

Aion sighed through his smile. This was not going according to plan, but lack of accordance to plans never kept him from achieving his goals before. Hell, sometimes it was helpful. “I didn’t think you ever noticed…with your eyes always focused on some new experiment or machination… or if you noticed physical form and the pleasures contained within it was only to ponder upon the nature of how angelic nature took on flesh and how this could be used to an advantage.

A flash of irritation sparked in Sheda’s expression briefly, and her tail flicked through his hair once more, causing it to spill over his shoulders. “No, I notice more than you think.”

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And I was going where with this, exactly?

Wow, I have a lot of snippets of unfinished fanfiction...well, a lot for me, anyway, considering how much I don't write fanfic. Three incomplete Hellsing fics (yeah, one slash), one Inuyasha, one Ronin Warriors, and the one Chrno Crusade, and I'm about to add some P?WP? FMA EnvyxEd to the mix 'cause there's just not enough smut in there for my taste.