Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-11588669-20140208053126/@comment-11588669-20140303132649

Nox didn't miss the look she sent him. Seven or eight years of being in life threatening situations gave one very good preriphrial vision. But, what he wasn't expecting was for it to hurt. Something within him pulsed in pain, his heart thrummed, angry at his dismissal. A confused look crossed over his features. Something else rebelled, and he blinked, startled, before slamming shut the gate to his emotions. Cracks were being forced through, though.

This is weak. His eyes gained a hardened, cold, disinterested look to them. This is pathetic. His face shifted to one of indifference.This...poison, will get you killed. His posture became rigid, his movements smoothening out, becoming automatic. ''So do away with it. It's very unlikely that you'll see her again, anyways. It's just hormones.''

Another crack emerged in the gate, and the look on his face faltered. ''No...I've dealt with hormones before. This is...different. ''He growled, screwing a silencer on the barrel of Nightfall. His motions became slightly aggravated, the war within raging. ''Hormones don't leave me thinking like...this...oh fucking hell. Don't tell me...''

He turned to regard her as he slid the strap of the weapon around his shoulder, sheathing numerous knives. He was more of a close quarters specialist, anyways. He analyzed her, eyes slightly giving a doorway into the inner turmoil. They almost frosted over as he studied her, trying to find imperfections, something to dissuade himself. For the life of him, he couldn't. Any imperfection, even the obvious ones, just made her...

...do I seriously consider her a potential mate?!