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Raziel quietly swept into the room, his steps swift and silent as he paused in the doorway, one hand curled around the side of the jamb as he peered in curiously, obviously looking for someone as his chocolate gaze swept the room methodically. It landed on a flash of red, and he prowled forward silently, skeletal wings unfolding slightly as he stalked up to the girl who claimed the ginger locks. A low, lopsided smile curled his lips and he brushed his bangs back, other hand stuck in his hoodie's pocket. "Kendra, I presume?" Raziel purred smoothly in her startled ear. "Pleasure to eat you."
Graphite marring the white piece of paper in front of her from the pencil she had in her hand, Kendra remained leaned over the table, pencil in hand. She was sitting in the chair because- Well, that would give her far too much of a relaxed appearance. And she couldn't afford that here. Completely unaware of the guy stalking up behind her, a lock of red hair slid over her face, the rest cascading down her back. And than the sound of a low purring voice was echoing in her ear and she started, pencil dropping even as she whirled around. "What the hell?" Her eyes, a vibrant shade of blue, glared up at him. She'd heard about this particular Supernatural: His name was R-something. "You definitely know to introduce your damn selves."
"Raziel," he offered without missing a beat, eyes flashing up and down her form briefly. Moments after, his hand was outstretched to the space between their bodies. "Do you shake?" Raziel hummed mockingly, like Kendra was a dog.
Kendra's deep blues narrowed and she took a step away from him as sublty as possibly, her lower back digging into the table. Raziel. Yeah, she'd definitely heard of him before. And just like with all the other Supernaturals, she wanted nothing to do with him and his smug attitude. She stared down at his hand like it was a foriegn object. At his question, she bristled, shaking her hair back away from her face. I'm more prone to biting, actually. Woof woof, you asshole. "Screw you, Raziel." She turned, making to slid away from him. This position, all but pinned up against the table, was making her more than a little nervous.
"Is the problem you don't know how?" he murmured, with obvious amusement dripping from each word. Raziel took yet another step forward, pursing his lips and smirking faintly, a fall of black hair cascading into his smoky brown eyes. "I have no qualms about teaching you how a good girl shakes."
Kendra's light irises searched his, the brown orbs looking faintly amused. Like she were nothing more than a mouse caught under his cat's paw. She swallowed when he stepped closer, sidling closer to the table. Her back was pressed so tightly against the wood, she could feel it cutting into her skin. He put her on edge, but when her mouth was concerned? It was like she had no filter. "Funny thing: I've never been much of a 'good girl.'" Her words were dragged out, like he were a slow child and might have trouble grasping this. "Sorry to disappoint." Her tone of voice implied she really could not have been any less sorry if she'd tried.
"Disappoint? On the contrary, little spitfire, I'm quite looking forward to training you..." Raziel brushed a hand across her cheek, spidery fingers tracing the curve of her jaw. "I love a good challenge. From what I've heard, you're one. I'm thrilled." The end of his "speech" was littered with barely concealed humor, and it was incredibly obvious he was enjoying teasing and prodding her. It's just so damn easy...
Kendra parted her lips, about to say- What, she wasn't quite sure. Until feeling his hand touch her face. She flinched, heart picking up speed in her chest. He could easily slid down her jaw, wrap those philosopher-styled hands around her neck, and twist it like nothing more than a bottle cap. She'd seen it done exactly like that, least when the human was expecting it. When they assumed they were being good- And she was far from that at the moment. I'll be damned if I change for these douchy Supernatural. It was the hard head in her thinking- And of course, that was all she could listen to. Jerking back from his touch as if it'd scalded her, she felt the wood of the table slice through her shirt as well as a little bit of skin. Shit. "I'm not your fucking puppy, Raziel. So screw you."
Pausing, head cocked to the side, he murmured, "You're bleeding." His voice was husky and Raziel grabbed her arm, grip encircling her wrist like a bracelet as he jerked Kendra to him smoothly. His fingertips traced the cut lightly, pulling back to show her a thin, smeared line of crimson. Raziel raised a brow, rubbing the red across her angrily pursed lips. "Blood-red lipstick." Smirk growing to life, a crooked grin with knowing eyes, he released her and popped his thumb into his mouth to lick away any remaining scarlet.
Kendra froze, her vibrant eyes locked on him as he murmured about the blood currently trailing along her lower back. They were like damn sharks, hunger escalating at the tiniest hint of the red stuff. A small sound of surprise escaped her lips when he grabbed her, yanking her flush to him. Her heart thrumming a little faster, she reacted on instinct, moving to rip her arm away from his grasp. "The fuck are you doing?" Her gaze dropped to his crooked grin, deceptively charming. With her free hand, she swiped away at the red on her lips, eyes narrowed. She took a shaky step back away from him, heart pounding in her throat.
"Oh. You know. Testing the best lipstick combo," Raziel spoke innocently, batting his long, ebony eyelashes and chuckling darkly. His wings stretched out a little more, unfurling with low rasps of skin and bone sliding unnaturally. "Why? S'not like you care," snorted the raven-haired male while scrubbing a hand through his hair in obvious amusement.
"Funny think, Raziel: I don't recall being your personal Barbie doll on my job description." Her voice sharp, Kendra raked a hand through her long, blood-red hair back out of her face. From somewhere deep in her mind, she could remember learning about Barbies, a rumor from life before. Before the Supernaturals, when humans had lived a life full of leisure. We're sure as hell in a different world now. Hearing the sound of the tissue making up his wings as they shifted, she flinched before her lips pursed. His wings were breathtaking, yet somehow. . . Sad. The tattered remains of something that had once stood for glory. "Sorry, please excuse my concern." Sarcasm dripped from her voice. "But being interested in my blood tends to send up warning flags."
"That so?" Raziel hummed in a sickeningly sweet voice. "My personal Barbie doll? I rather like the sound of that, hm." He pursed his lips into a vague pout, cocking a brow smoothly and stretching his wings out a little more. Slim fingers brushed along her cheek again. "I want you to paint me something." He smiled predatorily, eyes gleaming darkly. "Can you do that, love?"
Kendra crossed her arms over her chest, looking the picture of defiance even as a part of her mentally swallowed at the sound of his voice. In her experience with Supernaturals, when their voices went sugar-sweet like that? It usually meant trouble. "Bite me, Raziel." The words were spat at him, said without much thought as she jerked away from his touch again. Wow. Nice one, Kendra. He may just take that literally. Too late to take it back now. "Was that an order, or a request?" Because if it was an order, it wasn't much like she has a damn choice. Her jaw clenched as the sound of his mocking endearment, muscles tensing. "And my name is Kendra."
"With relish," Raziel assured softly, dark eyes glittering feverishly. "Alas, I have no desire to kill you. Shame, but I think you'll do me much more amusement breathing, hm?" Snorting, he wrapped a hand around her wrist and pulled her in close. "Well, Kendra," he emphasized with a curled smirk and eyelash bat, "why don't you go on and paint me something lovely!"
Even as her eyes narrowed, a small shiver trailed down her spine at his voice, softly assuring her. "It wasn't a request." Her bright blue eyes searched his sparkling dark irises, biting down on her bottom lip. "Well gee, that's comforting." Sarcasm drenched the sound of her voice before he suddenly dragged her closer. She pursed her lips at his condescending use of her name, hands curling into fists even as she tugged experimentally on his grasp around her wrists. Yep, it was definitely tight. "Guess I don't have much of a choice than, do I?"
"Your guess is most correct!" he cooed, smiling slightly with a unfurling smirk on his face. His dark brown eyes crinkled slightly and Raziel chuckled slightly. Nudging her towards the door, Raziel gestured into the hallway. "Go on, little bird," he urged with an evil, dark laugh. "Kendra..." Raziel shook his head and pushed her a bit.
Kendra stiffened in front of him, muscles going ridged as he confirmed her guess. So this apparently wasn't optional. Awesome. Fucking Supernatural. "Screw you, Raziel." Yanking her arm from his grasp with a lot more effort than she'd like to admit, she started toward the door, shaking out her red hair. The fiery locks cascading down her back looked a bit like a waterfall of flames down her back. She growled under her breath at the push he gave her from behind and though he put no doubt no effort into it, she stumbled a little. "I'm going, damnit." The words were a grumble.(Respond in the art room ?)
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