So here is a new chappy. I know its super late but life happened to me.
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'I detest that colour. '
That deep, velvet colour. Too deep to be summed up to a meager red or even Burgundy.
'A reminder of my damnation.'
Every wall. From the floor molding to the high arched ceilings. Throughout every hall and room.
All a reminder.
All that dark, luscious colour of warm life.
"My my. Someone's brooding more than usual." A light, sarcastic, silken voice disrupts my hatred filled thoughts of the walls choice from the spectrum.
"Dismiss yourself Martin," I sigh, "you are not needed."
I can imagine the decisive smirk as it crosses his pale face. And the echo of the quarter thousand dollar loafers he is surely wearing as he takes a couple steps closer.
"Come now Daniel, why the long face on such a joyous occasion. It is not everyday a being turns over 3 hundred years of age. " he chides.
It takes much self control to not snort in distaste or frustration. It would only fuel his assault.
"Of course not, " I retaliate, "that is why we are considered unnatural. "
"I believe the term is Supernatural."
"Same thing" I shrug.
"You are unbelievable. Most in your position would be ecstatic and surely smug about this, but you are attempting to go through it as though your in mourning. "
"I am mourning..... Mourning what is and what could have been, but mostly, what never will be. "
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After a quick apraisal of my raunchy, seductive attire and matching makeup, I proceeded to the front room where our new clientele was waiting with Chantelle.
"There you are you bad girl. How rude to keep our guys waiting." Chante remarked from her position draped over our client.
"I sincerely apologize for my tardiness, it not everyday that I have to make a good first image."
"That's quite alright love." a soothing voice flutters to my ear making me shiver in its wake.
I directed my gaze from a slutty, pouting Chantelle to the man she was draped around in an effort to entertain as they waited.
His chiselled jaw and adorable, pouty pink lips where not the only featured that made you want to doubletake. The golden blonde hair swept into a beiber-ish cut only drew you into a pair of crisp, blue orbs that had a sparkle of mischief and a promise of pleasure hidden within.
Long story short, he was nice to look at. Had no wedding band nor a tinted ring finger that was a dead giveaway that he took it off. So what was a Guy like this wanting with our services. He clearly doesn't need them.
"Like what you see love? " he inquired with a knowing smirk on his face.
"Very much so, lover. " I replied unfazed.
