Sildar, this is for you.
Jun. 8th, 2007 09:57 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bloodsong1The car caught the eye first. A sleek BMW Z3, it rested quietly on the curb in front of a downtown office building. Dusky silver body, a chrome grill and wheels, the machine looked almost alive as it sat, waiting for its owner to step in and bring it to life. As the eye traveled along the muscular hood, it was abruptly interrupted by the man.
Lounging against the driver side quarter panel was what could only be considered as a perfect male. Six feet, blond, with the classically beautiful lines Roman sculptors sought to create from stone, he stared back. His gray pants and white shirt radiated a quiet elegance only found on the haute couture runways. The black blazer hugged his torso and arms, defining muscle tone to make a woman weep. As the eye traveled up from the black matte leather shoes, across the left leg cocked cheekily against the wheel, and over the chest and shoulders, one realized only this man was worthy to drive the sleeping monster he rested against. Power surrounded him, tangible almost to the point of dancing on the tongue. Looking upon the face; the high cheekbones, clean jawline, straight nose and sinful mouth, one knew this was a man who could change the world. Then one saw the large, pointed ears and realized the silver eyes not only matched the color of the BMW, they glowed with unearthly light. Man? Don't make me laugh. This is no man. This is an Elf.
He captured my gaze, making me forget my afternoon appointment, the remains of my lunchtime coffee splattered over my own matte black heels and bare ankles. He made my breath catch in my throat and my eyes widen to their fullest. A faint smirk quirked his mouth.
"So, do you want a ride?"
Lounging against the driver side quarter panel was what could only be considered as a perfect male. Six feet, blond, with the classically beautiful lines Roman sculptors sought to create from stone, he stared back. His gray pants and white shirt radiated a quiet elegance only found on the haute couture runways. The black blazer hugged his torso and arms, defining muscle tone to make a woman weep. As the eye traveled up from the black matte leather shoes, across the left leg cocked cheekily against the wheel, and over the chest and shoulders, one realized only this man was worthy to drive the sleeping monster he rested against. Power surrounded him, tangible almost to the point of dancing on the tongue. Looking upon the face; the high cheekbones, clean jawline, straight nose and sinful mouth, one knew this was a man who could change the world. Then one saw the large, pointed ears and realized the silver eyes not only matched the color of the BMW, they glowed with unearthly light. Man? Don't make me laugh. This is no man. This is an Elf.
He captured my gaze, making me forget my afternoon appointment, the remains of my lunchtime coffee splattered over my own matte black heels and bare ankles. He made my breath catch in my throat and my eyes widen to their fullest. A faint smirk quirked his mouth.
"So, do you want a ride?"
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Date: 2007-06-08 02:59 pm (UTC)What? I've got different priorities, damn it.
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Date: 2007-06-08 05:40 pm (UTC)Only you, Sil. Well, ok, maybe Doc too.
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Date: 2007-06-08 09:05 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2007-06-09 02:42 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-06-08 06:09 pm (UTC)*earnest nod*
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Date: 2007-06-08 08:30 pm (UTC)It isn't nanowrimo already, is it? what month is that?
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Date: 2007-06-08 09:14 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-06-09 01:49 am (UTC)2005, fox. Two years ago.
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Date: 2007-06-09 03:31 am (UTC)If I was into men in a sexual way
Date: 2007-06-08 08:38 pm (UTC)