He is quite content to attempt to maintain his distance from the raven-haired witch, assuring a reasonable amount of space between the both of them as he makes himself comfortable atop the grass and leaves that the ridiculous woman had seen fit to summon him too. One night. One night all to himself and she'd damn well ruined it with her voodoo magic. For half a moment those golden eyes travel lazily back towards her, searching for any sign of the perfectly ridiculous doll in some hope he may very well be able to grab it. Then again, if she had made one, what was to stop her making another. For half a moment he was given to frown, biting a little more viciously then was surely needed into his slice, feelings of growing agitation and resentment towards the creature he couldn't seem to kill stirring within him as he forced his gaze away- refusing to acknowledge any other part of her distinctly feminine frame or features. It wasn't the same woman. Wasn't the woman he remembered and any thoughts even given to such an inclination were ridiculous, thoughts he should be entirely strong enough to ignore. His mind returned gratefully to his pizza, his other arm still extended towards her, her teasing words earning her little more then and eye roll and something less then polite muttered beneath his breath. Perhaps he is not....entirely adverse to her company and yet everything within him assures him he should be and as such he is determined, against all odds, to remain indifferent to her, to offer her nothing more then the chill he presents almost everyone with. It is so much easier after all- just to hate, to not become involved or attached in any emotional sense to anyone or anything. The things you love only die after all- his enter career is based upon assuring it.
Her fingers suddenly brushing against his own see the golden-eyed blonde whirl to face her, eyes landing upon the place where their fingers momentarily rest against each other, a look very akin to shock seeming to rest upon his ever-youthful features before he suddenly moves to wrench him arm away from her as if the poor girl had offered him a viper. It is perhaps an overreaction and yet for half a moment the man is given to make quiet the show of wiping his fingers against his dark jeans- as if attempting to rub off whatever disease she may have afflicted upon him with her touch, scowling darkly towards her now with an irritated snort.
"Don't get...touchy."
It is, he thinks, perhaps the first time he has ever told a woman off for touching him and yet even then, such endeavours are maintained strictly to human women, or a rarely seen female hunter whom he might be willing to indulge for the night. Perhaps he is significantly older then he appears, yet his body remains firmly within the realms of any young man, some desires still given to afflict him very now and then, though it has been longer then he hardly cares to admit since his last one night stand. Even so, he is not nearly willing to allow any sort of...touch from the woman, only just having resigned himself to allowing her to sit nearby. The woman however, is either utterly stupid or extremely determined, the later perhaps being at least mildly admirable as she begins to pluck the olives from her slice of pizza, Azrael given to feel his eyes widen slightly in utter surprise as she simply scoots even closer to him, leaning over to place them on another slice.
"Are you right there?"
His words are laced with an easy sarcasm, one eye lifting slightly in evident question as to what the hell she thinks she is doing. He had disliked her hand touching his fingers, let alone her fingers touching the olives that have now tarnished at least two other slices of his dinner. Her words however, seem to surprise him all the more, the manner in which she teases him so...foreign, such banter so forgotten Azrael hardly has any idea on how to react, staring blankly towards her once more. For half a moment he almost considered just leaving, it would be far easier then...suffering this woman and her...teasing and her face and eyes and hands and yet he simply does not budge, remains fixated to his position upon the earth, the barest of breezes teasing at his white gold hair and cotton shirt. Why...was he making himself suffer this? Why not just leave? He simply dismisses the thoughts, content to drift into silence once more, several moments passing before he seems to find a retort- though it lacks the venom of some of his earlier responses.
"Well, I'd rather not have spent it here in this damn park. I actually have a couch at home that we could have-"
He cut himself off abruptly, blinking momentarily, mind hurriedly reassessing his word choice with an agitated huff. There was no we and he had no desire for there to ever be, eyes sliding slightly sideways to see if she had noted his momentary slip before muttering once more.
"I have a couch at home that I would have much preferred to sit on rather then some patch of dirt beneath the worlds ugliest tree."
He tosses the last of pizza between his lips, chewing with considerable force once more before reaching for the next slice, careful to avoid any of the ones she may have touched, gesturing off-handily towards them, evidently not having considered the fact she was only going to take the olives from those and deposit them onto his slices once more.
"Those are yours and you owe me six dollars. Since you're going to eat at least half of it, you can pay for it. Your kind does have money doesn't it? Or do you just magic it up?"
He was, he decided, not willing to accept magic money in any form, willing to allow the girl to slide perhaps in that regard.
"Try not to stick your fingers all over it either, you might have been raised as some free-range, tree hugging, nature lover, wiccan follower that eats out of a communal pot for all the hell I know, but I wasn't, if you don't like olives then for fucks sake just put them in the box. Women- you always bloody pick things off, the lot of you, just eat it."
His newest tirade finished he moves to scowl back into the darkness for several moments once more, his voice finally finding a softer edge.
"What's you name anyway? If it's Broom Hilda I'm leaving."
She was probably too young to understand the joke, a realisation that came far too late for the pessimistic blonde.
Alekai Azrael Evero
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