Shadow Takers discussion

This is the place where the humans go in order to practice sculpting, drawing, painting, etc. for the entertainment purposes of the Supernaturals.

Shoving Kendra the human mildly, he not so gently pushed her into the room with a low chuckle and smug smirk. Raziel carefully rearranged his wings and gestured grandly to a canvas and the counter, where paints, brushes and jars sat in many different colors and hues. He settled his lean, lanky body against the ledge of the closest table, propping his chin in a long-fingered hand and staring at the fiery girl in obvious amusement. His bangs fell like a curtain over his dark, feverish eyes, and he watched the human closely.

Kendra stumbled into the room, teeth clenching before she found her footing on the tile flooring. "You wanna not next time, damn it?" Referring to his none-so-gentle push. Her voice was sharp before her eyes traveled over to the jars of paint. She slowly moved over to the paintbrushes, walking as if in a trance, before picking up on. Testing the hair on the brush with her fingertip, she moved to a canvas after choosing a few colors. Without glancing back at Raziel, she moved toward an empty canvas. Dipping the tip of the paintbrush into the red paint, she dragged a stroke over the empty page. Swirling the paint over the white paper in random patterns, her lips curled into something resembling a faint smile.

Raziel watched her, looking pretty unimpressed as he shifted around a bit and hitched a hip over the table edge to take the weight off his feet. "Swirls? That's the best you can do?" scoffed the Fallen Angel in clear disdain and mockery. "Utterly ridiculous. That's not you. There's no passion, no spark, no goddamn fire!" Raziel shook his head pityingly, fingers steepling themselves together against the table.

Kendra's eyes flicked over to glance at him, the paintbrush hesitating in her hand at his words. Instead of responding to his goading though, like he so clearly wanted her to, she trained her attention back on the canvas in front of her. Pretty soon, the pattern on the otherwise blank page was morphing into something a bit different. It somehow seemed like a part of her, coming from deep within her. No longer just angry slashes of red paint on the paper. "You don't know what the hell 'is me.' So screw off, Raziel."

"Is that going to become a new saying, dearest? Screw off Raziel? I'll get it stitched into a pillow," he snorted, unfurling his wings because they ached from being folded so long. Approaching silently, dark eyes appraised her work critically. It was beginning to look more like what he expected from the notorious spitfire... But it still wasn't good enough. "Is that truly the best you can come up with?"

Kendra smirked, a twist of her lips that somehow resembled a smile. Transforming her whole face in a way that didn't happen often in the castle. "If it touches you that deeply." Her voice was sort of mocking, sugery sweet. She turned her head to glare up at him, the paintbrush pausing in its trail over the paper. Her eyes glanced over at his wings for a moment but didn't stay long: She'd seen worse at the castle. One hand cocked on her hip, a lock of red hair spilling over her face. "I'd love to see you come up with something better than, Mr. Damn Artist." So it was a little childish. He was really starting to piss her off though, acting like her artwork wasn't good enough. Please. That was the beauty of painting- It was supposed to be subjective. What one person fancied another might just see as random, intricate lines.

He snorted indelicately and seized her paintbrush, running red over her lips in a perfect imitation of lipstick. Next, he painted his own blue, carefully tracing the curve of his mouth before setting the paintbrush down on a spare table. "Now this? This is art," Raziel laughed huskily, pulling her in close and ever so gently pressing his lips to hers. After a briefly intense moment, he pulled back, blue and red, but mainly purple, smearing across both of their mouths. "See? That's art," Raziel hummed raspily.

(Heheh ;D)

Kendra blinked in surprise when he suddenly took her paintbrush from her hand, about to object beforr he ran the tip of the brush of her lips. Her eyes narrowed silently, looking pissed enough to be considering dumping a jar of paint over his head. She frowned when he painted his own lips as well, struggling to follow him, before he pulled her up to him. One of her hands, surprisingly small for someone with as much fight as her, braced against the front of his chest to push away. Until he pressed his lips to hers, in which s responded by freezing completely. Her brain flatlined for a moment or two before he pulled away. "What. The. Hell." Without taking a second to think about what she was doing, she slapped him square across the jaw. Of course, it probably hurt her more than it hurt him, but damn, it felt good in the heat of the moment.

Raziel laughed richly, chuckles roiling deep within his chest. "Now that's what I call art. Screw Off Raziel at its goddamn finest," he praised with a huge smirk curling at the corners of his purple-stained mouth. Adjusting his wings, he ran his eyes up and down her form, noting at its trembling with anger state. "You alright?"

Kendra rubbed at the paint on her lips with a deep scowl, somehow causing them to look only a bit redder with irritation. Damn Supernaturals. Damn them all. Grabbing the paint brush from his hand, she briefly considered trashing the canvas but decided against it. Maybe someone else could paint over it with white or something. "Screw you, Raziel." The words were growled past her throat. She turned to the sinks and washed the red and blue paint out of the hair, aremaining otherwise silent. Almost like the pissed version of a silent treatment.

"Don't pout, princess," Raziel teased wickedly, "it unbecomes you." He sidled over silently, pausing just behind Kendra and settling his chin on her shoulder very gently. "I know I'm an excellent kisser... So I am quite uncertain as to why you're upset," he hummed, turning the water off and putting the brush away while keeping the girl trapped between his body and the sink. Clearly, this was his intent.

Kendra didn't respond, jaw clenched as the muscles in her cheek tensing. She flinched, feeling his chin set down on her shoulder as she suddenly became aware of the fact that he was right behind her. Close enough to make her shiver just a little bit, a fact she tried to deny. "I'm sorry: Did I ask to be kissed?" Instead of letting him respond, she continued, "No. Not just no but hell no." She felt his arms come around her to stop the water and she stiffened some. Completely caged in. She squirmed a bit against him, red hair spilling over to one side of her face. "Personal space is a lovely thing, Raziel."

"And none is so much lovelier," he replied smoothly, a soft grin sitting askew on his face, eyes sharp and calculating. Raziel crowded her even further, pressing his cheek to Kendra's and stifling a dark, sinister chuckle. "Besides, I'm merely helping you! Is that anyway to thank your friendly neighborhood Nephilim? I thought not." He smirked and finally stepped away, however, retreating to the painting.

Kendra was just about to growl a retort, something that would have been spoken more so out of anger than actual thought, before he crowded her. Close enough to feel like he was suffocating her, though his hands were in no way shape or form near her neck. He reminded her a bit of a boa constrictor, so nonchalantly ready to squeeze the life out of a person. She shivered, feeling him press his cheek against hers, and her skin practically sizzled. She sagged against the counter when he finally stepped back away from her, taking a moment to fill her lunges with oxygen. "Screw you, Raziel." The words were breathed as she passed his ear, walking to grab another paint brush.

"Those really are your favorite words... Perhaps you enjoy the taste of my name in your mouth?" Raziel hummed smoothly, eyes narrowed gently and smirk just as crooked. Eyes sparkling with barely contained mischief, he watched her stalk to her canvas and study it awhile. Raziel shifted on his feet and approached silently, not getting so close as last time, but close enough for Kendra to feel discomforted.