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Time for Week 13 of the Superhero Fantasy League! Can you believe how far we’ve come? No special event this week but please read the end of this post for an important announcement. And don’t forget team owners you can still make trades! But first this week’s random match-ups:TEAM 1 VS. TEAM 2Position #5 vs. Position #3Position #7 vs. Position #5Position #6 vs. Position #4Position #4 vs. Position #7Position #8 vs. Position #1Position #2 vs. Position #2Position #1 vs. Position #6Position #3 vs. Position #8Also. Mark Hall wanted me to include a statement on his behalf: "Sarah my dear. President Elect Madrox and VP Lehnsherr would like to thank you for the introduction to one Mr. Darkseid. We have found his Views on Life and how to make it better Intirguing. We have already arranged for his transfere to our Offices. And hope that You will accept one Mary MacPherran in his stead. I think she would be very happy on your team. From the Offices of President Elect Madrox. The Man of the People who is the people."This week’s battles and their individual match-ups:INJUSTICE SOCIETY VS. FANTASTIC FOUR(Jefferson l o b. Sergeant vs. Keith Chan)Libra vs. HulkCirce vs. Spider-ManFire vs. Human TorchPlastic Man vs. EnchantressMary Marvel vs. Mr. FantasticEmerald Empress vs. Invisible WomanFirestorm vs. PhotonRed Tornado vs. Miss MartianINJUSTICE LEAGUE VS. JLA(Oliver Selby vs. Sarah Horrocks)Jinx vs. Mon-elNocturna vs. DesperoCage vs. Flash (Barry)Chronos vs. Superboy-PrimeHarley Quinn vs. SupermanBlack Alice vs. TitaniaLex Luthor vs. Phantom StrangerSinestro vs. Black AdamLEGION VS. ASTONISHING X-MEN(Joel R Crabtree vs. T Masters)GL Rond Vidar vs. WolverineLaurel Gand vs. ArmorGeo-Force vs. CyclopsStar Boy vs. Kitty PrydeSentry vs. StormThunder (CeCe) vs. CableBrainiac 5 vs. Emma FrostBatman vs. RogueTITANS VS. NEW AVENGERS(Don Lerch vs. Oliver Selby)Blue Beetle vs. HerculesSupergirl vs. AresRavager vs. ThorGreen Lantern (Kyle) vs. Ms. MarvelShe-Hulk vs. Iron ManFlash (Wally) vs. MantisDonna Troy vs. MongulPolaris vs. EchoOUTSIDERS VS. JSA(Nathan Gardner vs. Bryce Bozarth)Moondragon vs. Green Lantern (Alan)Green Goblin vs. Jakeem ThunderCaptain Marvel (Freddy) vs. Kingdom Come SupermanMetamorpho vs. Black CanaryNemesis Kid vs. Flash (Jay)Starfire vs. Power GirlWildfire vs. PhotonNightwing vs. Wonder Woman (Hippolyta)JLI VS. MIGHTY AVENGERS(Sarah Horrocks vs. Jefferson l o b. Sergeant)Old Lace vs. Sub-MarinerBatgirl (Cassie) vs. Captain Marvel (Billy)Captain Boomerang vs. Wonder ManDarkhawk vs. Wonder Woman (Diana)Vixen vs. Dr. StrangeCyclone vs. SersiStarman vs. Green Lantern (Hal)Katana vs. ZatannaMASTERS VS. EVIL VS. UNCANNY X-MEN(Jim O’Hara vs. Jake Boyer)Ghost Rider vs. Ultron (female)Lady Mastermind vs. CannonballThanos vs. VulcanToad vs. Marvel Girl (Rachel)Crystal vs. Prof. XDormammu vs. RobinNightcrawler vs. Princess PowerfulMephisto vs. PsylockeBROTHERHOOD VS. YOUNG RUNAWAYS(Mark Hall vs. Victor C)Mimic vs. VisionScarlet Witch vs. WarpathJuggernaut vs. WiccanThunder (Anissa) vs. XavinDarkseid vs. PatriotMystique vs. Nico MinoruMagneto vs. Animal ManMadrox vs. Iron LadThis is the first time two of our teams battle for the SECOND time (JSA and my Outsiders). It was necessary to make the schedule work but everyone will battle every team by the end of the regular season. JSA won last time; let's see what happens this time! Now for a SPECIAL ANNOUNCEMENT: Times are pretty hard economically on the world right now and the “world” of the Superhero Fantasy League” is no exception! Team owners need to tighten their belts and makes some tough choices to keep salaries down. In other words you’re going to have to let someone go. But fret not next week you will be able to replace this high-earner with a more affordable hero or villain who was perhaps too hastily let go earlier in the season. That’s right we can turn this negative into a positive promotion! Next week is “Comeback Week,” so this week you must choose ANY of the following heroes to replace someone on your line-up:Red Arrow. Spellbinder. Catwoman. Reflecto. Cyborg. Wildcat. Citizen Steel. Aquaman. Huntress. Clara. Karolina Dean. Beak. Ezekial Stane. Gambit. Medusa. Franklin Richards. Chase SteinThis may weaken or help your team but either way its mandatory. It’s also first come first serve so grab one now before you are left with Beak or Clara!Now on to the votes!This post has been edited by Nathan Gardner: Nov 8 2008. 02:29 PM INJUSTICE SOCIETY VS. FANTASTIC FOUR(Jefferson l o b. Sergeant vs. Keith Chan)Libra vs. Hulk--Libra. He can talk bark off a tree and has the anti-life equation. Plus he has Metron's chair lying around. And so I think Hulk is cooked. Circe vs. Spider-Man--Circe turns Spider-man in to Spider-Ham. Who while mighty is no match for Circe. Fire vs. Human Torch--Fire can go intangible. Human Torch can't. Plus she has been trained as a government agent of checkmate and was trained by Batman in martial arts. Add to this that Johnny will be too easy tying to flirt with Beatriz to beat her and it's game over for Flame head. Plastic Man vs. Enchantress--Plastic Man is pretty much invulnerable and incorrigble. He causes Enchantress to run screaming from the room. It's hard to work your magic when Plas is on the scene. Mary Marvel vs. Mr. Fantastic--Mary is too fast and too ruthless. She'll stretch Mr. Fantastic until he goes pop. Emerald Empress vs. Invisible Woman--Emerald Empress is too mighty with that crazy eye. Firestorm vs. Photon--Interesting matchup. Photon takes it though because she's more serious than Firestorm. Red Tornado vs. Miss Martian--Reddy is too experienced and too powerful. He blows her away. I believe he's faster and stronger than her as well. INJUSTICE LEAGUE VS. JLA(Oliver Selby vs. Sarah Horrocks)Jinx vs. Mon-el--Mon-ElNocturna vs. Despero--DesperoCage vs. Flash (Barry)--Cage can't hurt Barry. He moves to slow and Barry can go intangible. Cage CAN be knocked unconcious. Barry just punches him until he falls. And Cage never even sees it coming. Chronos vs. Superboy-Prime--Superboy Prime is the guy who punched continuity with his fist. I don't think time even applies to him. Where would you go? His universe doesn't even exist to time travel to. Harley Quinn vs. Superman--Supes. Though I do love Harley. Black Alice vs. Titania--Black Alice. Magic>>>being strong. Lex Luthor vs. Phantom Stranger--Phantom Stranger. Magic>>>>arch-evil. Sinestro vs. Black Adam--Black Adam. Magic>>>a ring. Would be a fun fight though. I think Sinestro would try to recruit adam not kill him. Can you imagine Black Adam with a sinestro ring?LEGION VS. ASTONISHING X-MEN(Joel R Crabtree vs. T Masters)GL Rond Vidar vs. Wolverine--GL Rond Vidar. Did you read Legion of Three Worlds? He was holding back Superboy Prime and the entire evil legion. He puts Wolvie in a box and hauls his butt to space and sees if Wolvie can breathe in space. He can't. Bye bye wolverine. Wolverine never even gets close enough to touch Rond. Why would he?Laurel Gand vs. Armor--Laurel Gand. Geo-Force vs. Cyclops--Geo-Force. He's much more ruthless than Cyke and his powers are a lot more substantive. Cyke will have a hard time shooting Geo when the earth is moved from under his feet. Star Boy vs. Kitty Pryde--Kitty. Sentry vs. Storm--Sentry. Billion million stars. Yawn. Thunder (CeCe) vs. Cable--Too fast too powerful immune to most of Cable's guns. Cable dies a fast death. Brainiac 5 vs. Emma Frost--Brainy. I don't think Emma is smart enough to even understand Brainy's mind let alone control it. Plus Brainy has been around telepaths before. He knows what to do and he'll have a plan. Batman vs. Rogue--Batman doesn't have any powers for Rogue to absorb. Just a batarang to her throat. Batman's ninja wins the day against the moody Rogue. TITANS VS. NEW AVENGERS(Don Lerch vs. Oliver Selby)Blue Beetle vs. Hercules--HerculesSupergirl vs. Ares--Supergirl's heat vision keeps Ares at bay. I don't know if Ares is actually stronger than Supergirl or not. He's definitely not faster. Kara just has to keep moving and she can tire the god of war out or force him into a mistake like Hercules did. Ravager vs. Thor--ThorGreen Lantern (Kyle) vs. Ms. Marvel--Ringslinger for the win. She-Hulk vs. Iron Man--Well we already know how this one ends. Tony Stark shoots Jen with some sort of anti-hulk thing and then kicks her off the airplane. Flash (Wally) vs. Mantis--Wally is too fast and too experienced. Speed kills. Donna Troy vs. Mongul--Interesting matchup. I think Mongul takes it though. He's kind of on a power trip these days. Polaris vs. Echo--Echo. Look mom no magnets. OUTSIDERS VS. JSA(Nathan Gardner vs. Bryce Bozarth)Moondragon vs. Green Lantern (Alan)--Alan Scott handily. Green Goblin vs. Jakeem Thunder--Jakeem handily. Captain Marvel (Freddy) vs. Kingdom Come Superman--Maybe if it was Billy but not Freddy. KCSM. Metamorpho vs. Black Canary--Black Canary uses a hand vac and sucks Metamorpho up. Nemesis Kid vs. Flash (Jay)--Jay is too fast for the nemesis to react. Starfire vs. Power Girl--Power Girl is a leader of the JSA for a reason. She's too experienced and powerful for starfire. Wildfire vs. Photon--Wildfire. Sigh. Are there two Photons?Nightwing vs. Wonder Woman (Hippolyta)--Hippolyta easily. JLI VS. MIGHTY AVENGERS(Sarah Horrocks vs. Jefferson l o b. Sergeant)Old Lace vs. Sub-Mariner--Sub-Mariner makes dino stew. Batgirl (Cassie) vs. Captain Marvel (Billy)--Billy is too fast and too wise. Captain Boomerang vs. Wonder Man--Wonder man handily. Darkhawk vs. Wonder Woman (Diana)--Diana snaps his neck. Vixen vs. Dr. Strange--Dr. Strange. Magic>>> animal powersCyclone vs. Sersi--SersiStarman vs. Green Lantern (Hal)--HalKatana vs. Zatanna--ZatannaMASTERS VS. EVIL VS. UNCANNY X-MEN(Jim O’Hara vs. Jake Boyer)Ghost Rider vs. Ultron (female)--Ultron has no soul for the penance stair to work against. Lady Mastermind vs. Cannonball--Cannonball has already beaten Lady Mastermind before. Sam is too powerful in the brain. Thanos vs. Vulcan--ThanosToad vs. Marvel Girl (Rachel)--Marvel GirlCrystal vs. Prof. X--Prof. XDormammu vs. Robin--Tim Drake like me doesn't know or care what a Dormammu is but is it vulnerable to a batarang? Tim finds out that YES it is. Down goes frazier!Nightcrawler vs. Princess Powerful--Nightcrawler has too much experienceMephisto vs. Psylocke--Psylocke doesn't care about marriage. She is a ninja. Mephisto runs away crying. BROTHERHOOD VS. YOUNG RUNAWAYS(Mark Hall vs. Victor C)Mimic vs. Vision--VisionScarlet Witch vs. Warpath--Magic>>>knivesJuggernaut vs. Wiccan--Wiccan. Magic>>>gemsThunder (Anissa) vs. Xavin--Xavin has too much versatility for Anissa. Darkseid vs. Patriot--Darkseid does horrible terrible things to Patriot. Mystique vs. Nico Minoru--Nico casts a spell. Magic>>>shape changingMagneto vs. Animal Man--Animal Man uses his alien animal powers to suprise Magneto and blows his brains out with an alien octopus belch that shoots lasers. Madrox vs. Iron Lad--Duplicate all you want you still have no powers. Iron lad wins. Dammit. I wish i could get through just one week without a mistake. Firestorm should be fighting RED HULK not Photon. I apologize. I try to proofread these things really. Here's a correct roster. This week’s battles and their individual match-ups:INJUSTICE SOCIETY VS. FANTASTIC FOUR(Jefferson l o b. Sergeant vs. Keith Chan)Libra vs. HulkCirce vs. Spider-ManFire vs. Human TorchPlastic Man vs. EnchantressMary Marvel vs. Mr. FantasticEmerald Empress vs. Invisible WomanFirestorm vs. Red HulkRed Tornado vs. Miss MartianINJUSTICE LEAGUE VS. JLA(Oliver Selby vs. Sarah Horrocks)Jinx vs. Mon-elNocturna vs. DesperoCage vs. Flash (Barry)Chronos vs. Superboy-PrimeHarley Quinn vs. SupermanBlack Alice vs. TitaniaLex Luthor vs. Phantom StrangerSinestro vs. Black AdamLEGION VS. ASTONISHING X-MEN(Joel R Crabtree vs. T Masters)GL Rond Vidar vs. WolverineLaurel Gand vs. ArmorGeo-Force vs. CyclopsStar Boy vs. Kitty PrydeSentry vs. StormThunder (CeCe) vs. CableBrainiac 5 vs. Emma FrostBatman vs. RogueTITANS VS. NEW AVENGERS(Don Lerch vs. Oliver Selby)Blue Beetle vs. HerculesSupergirl vs. AresRavager vs. ThorGreen Lantern (Kyle) vs. Ms. MarvelShe-Hulk vs. Iron ManFlash (Wally) vs. MantisDonna Troy vs. MongulPolaris vs. EchoOUTSIDERS VS. JSA(Nathan Gardner vs. Bryce Bozarth)Moondragon vs. Green Lantern (Alan)Green Goblin vs. Jakeem ThunderCaptain Marvel (Freddy) vs. Kingdom Come SupermanMetamorpho vs. Black CanaryNemesis Kid vs. Flash (Jay)Starfire vs. Power GirlWildfire vs. PhotonNightwing vs. Wonder Woman (Hippolyta)JLI VS. MIGHTY AVENGERS(Sarah Horrocks vs. Jefferson l o b. Sergeant)Old Lace vs. Sub-MarinerBatgirl (Cassie) vs. Captain Marvel (Billy)Captain Boomerang vs. Wonder ManDarkhawk vs. Wonder Woman (Diana)Vixen vs. Dr. StrangeCyclone vs. SersiStarman vs. Green Lantern (Hal)Katana vs. ZatannaMASTERS VS. EVIL VS. UNCANNY X-MEN(Jim O’Hara vs. Jake Boyer)Ghost Rider vs. Ultron (female)Lady Mastermind vs. CannonballThanos vs. VulcanToad vs. Marvel Girl (Rachel)Crystal vs. Prof. XDormammu vs. RobinNightcrawler vs. Princess PowerfulMephisto vs. PsylockeBROTHERHOOD VS. YOUNG RUNAWAYS(Mark Hall vs. Victor C)Mimic vs. VisionScarlet Witch vs. WarpathJuggernaut vs. WiccanThunder (Anissa) vs. XavinDarkseid vs. PatriotMystique vs. Nico MinoruMagneto vs. Animal ManMadrox vs. Iron Lad While I'm at it here are my votes:INJUSTICE SOCIETY VS. FANTASTIC FOUR(Jefferson l o b. Sergeant vs. Keith Chan)Libra vs. HulkCirce vs. Spider-Man-Go Spider-Ham!Fire vs. Human Torch-Johnny has more experiencePlastic Man vs. Enchantress-I don't by this invulnerability to everything shitMary Marvel vs. Mr. Fantastic-Smart enough to beat Galactus smart enough to beat a rebellious overpowered teenagerEmerald Empress vs. Invisible WomanFirestorm vs. Red Hulk-The old Firestorm once took on the JLA!Red Tornado vs. Miss Martian-more powerful than she is given credit forThe IJS is an interesting conundrum. Much weaker than they used to be they can either lose handily like last week but with the right match-ups like this week they can still put up a good fight. INJUSTICE LEAGUE VS. JLA(Oliver Selby vs. Sarah Horrocks)Jinx vs. Mon-elNocturna vs. DesperoCage vs. Flash (Barry)Chronos vs. Superboy-PrimeHarley Quinn vs. SupermanBlack Alice vs. TitaniaLex Luthor vs. Phantom StrangerSinestro vs. Black AdamThis would be a complete shut-out if it wasn't for the Titania/Darkseid swap. The Sinestro/Black Adam fight would be cool though. LEGION VS. ASTONISHING X-MEN(Joel R Crabtree vs. T Masters)GL Rond Vidar vs. Wolverine-Damn you. Geoff Johns for making me respect Rond VidarLaurel Gand vs. ArmorGeo-Force vs. CyclopsStar Boy vs. Kitty PrydeSentry vs. StormThunder (CeCe) vs. CableBrainiac 5 vs. Emma Frost-This is a tough one but Brainy has to have some futuristic anti-telepath device. Batman vs. RogueJoel has quitely turned the Legion into a real powerhouse. They almost beat the Mighty Avengers last week and slaughter the X-men this week. TITANS VS. NEW AVENGERS(Don Lerch vs. Oliver Selby)Blue Beetle vs. HerculesSupergirl vs. Ares-Tough choice. Ravager vs. Thor-Not so toughGreen Lantern (Kyle) vs. Ms. MarvelShe-Hulk vs. Iron ManFlash (Wally) vs. MantisDonna Troy vs. MongulPolaris vs. EchoThis has "Fight of the Week" potential. OUTSIDERS VS. JSA(Nathan Gardner vs. Bryce Bozarth)Moondragon vs. Green Lantern (Alan)Green Goblin vs. Jakeem ThunderCaptain Marvel (Freddy) vs. Kingdom Come Superman-If this were Billy. I would go with the Power of ShazamMetamorpho vs. Black CanaryNemesis Kid vs. Flash (Jay)Starfire vs. Power Girl-the real winner would be the fanboysWildfire vs. Photon-Another tough choiceNightwing vs. Wonder Woman (Hippolyta)-If this were Diana. I really would vote W. W. Really. Dammit. I finally get a win last week then have to face Bryce's killer team. So much for momentum. JLI VS. MIGHTY AVENGERS(Sarah Horrocks vs. Jefferson l o b. Sergeant)Old Lace vs. Sub-MarinerBatgirl (Cassie) vs. Captain Marvel (Billy)Captain Boomerang vs. Wonder ManDarkhawk vs. Wonder Woman (Diana)Vixen vs. Dr. StrangeCyclone vs. SersiStarman vs. Green Lantern (Hal)Katana vs. ZatannaI think we have our first sweep! Ironically it's between the Jefferson/Sarah Alliance!MASTERS VS. EVIL VS. UNCANNY X-MEN(Jim O’Hara vs. Jake Boyer)Ghost Rider vs. Ultron (female)Lady Mastermind vs. CannonballThanos vs. Vulcan-This would be a great fight. Toad vs. Marvel Girl (Rachel)-Different team same ToadCrystal vs. Prof. XDormammu vs. RobinNightcrawler vs. Princess PowerfulMephisto vs. PsylockeClose but not close enough. BROTHERHOOD VS. YOUNG RUNAWAYS(Mark Hall vs. Victor C)Mimic vs. Vision-This guy really should have more winsScarlet Witch vs. WarpathJuggernaut vs. WiccanThunder (Anissa) vs. XavinDarkseid vs. PatriotMystique vs. Nico MinoruMagneto vs. Animal ManMadrox vs. Iron Lad-Future Kang has got to have some sleeping gas in that armor somewhere. I wonder if Mark's Millions will show up this week to support him? INJUSTICE SOCIETY VS. FANTASTIC FOUR(Jefferson l o b. Sergeant vs. Keith Chan)Libra vs. HulkCirce vs. Spider-ManFire vs. Human TorchPlastic Man vs. EnchantressMary Marvel vs. Mr. FantasticEmerald Empress vs. Invisible WomanFirestorm vs. Red HulkRed Tornado vs. Miss MartianINJUSTICE LEAGUE VS. JLA(Oliver Selby vs. Sarah Horrocks)Jinx vs. Mon-elNocturna vs. DesperoCage vs. Flash (Barry)Chronos vs. Superboy-PrimeHarley Quinn vs. SupermanBlack Alice vs. TitaniaLex Luthor vs. Phantom StrangerSinestro vs. Black AdamLEGION VS. ASTONISHING X-MEN(Joel R Crabtree vs. T Masters)GL Rond Vidar vs. WolverineLaurel Gand vs. ArmorGeo-Force vs. CyclopsStar Boy vs. Kitty PrydeSentry vs. StormThunder (CeCe) vs. CableBrainiac 5 vs. Emma FrostBatman vs. RogueTITANS VS. NEW AVENGERS(Don Lerch vs. Oliver Selby)Blue Beetle vs. HerculesSupergirl vs. AresRavager vs. ThorGreen Lantern (Kyle) vs. Ms. MarvelShe-Hulk vs. Iron ManFlash (Wally) vs. MantisDonna Troy vs. MongulPolaris vs. EchoOUTSIDERS VS. JSA(Nathan Gardner vs. Bryce Bozarth)Moondragon vs. Green Lantern (Alan)Green Goblin vs. Jakeem ThunderCaptain Marvel (Freddy) vs. Kingdom Come SupermanMetamorpho vs. Black CanaryNemesis Kid vs. Flash (Jay)Starfire vs. Power GirlWildfire vs. PhotonNightwing vs. Wonder Woman (Hippolyta)JLI VS. MIGHTY AVENGERS(Sarah Horrocks vs. Jefferson l o b. Sergeant)Old Lace vs. Sub-MarinerBatgirl (Cassie) vs. Captain Marvel (Billy)Captain Boomerang vs. Wonder ManDarkhawk vs. Wonder Woman (Diana)Vixen vs. Dr. StrangeCyclone vs. SersiStarman vs. Green Lantern (Hal)Katana vs. ZatannaMASTERS VS. EVIL VS. UNCANNY X-MEN(Jim O’Hara vs. Jake Boyer)Ghost Rider vs. Ultron (female)Lady Mastermind vs. CannonballThanos vs. VulcanToad vs. Marvel Girl (Rachel)Crystal vs. Prof. XDormammu vs. RobinNightcrawler vs. Princess PowerfulMephisto vs. PsylockeBROTHERHOOD VS. YOUNG RUNAWAYS(Mark Hall vs. Victor C)Mimic vs. VisionScarlet Witch vs. WarpathJuggernaut vs. WiccanThunder (Anissa) vs. XavinDarkseid vs. PatriotMystique vs. Nico MinoruMagneto vs. Animal ManMadrox vs. Iron Lad INJUSTICE SOCIETY VS. FANTASTIC FOUR(Jefferson l o b. Sergeant vs. Keith Chan)Libra vs. Hulk- sorry i dont wanna vote for mr plot deviceCirce vs. Spider-Man- just plain spiderFire vs. Human Torch- experience wins but he does wine and dine afterwards to find out what sex is like on firePlastic Man vs. Enchantress- he springs back from whatever spell she throws at himMary Marvel vs. Mr. Fantastic- he actually finds out how she has been turned to evil and reverses itEmerald Empress vs. Invisible WomanFirestorm vs. Red Hulk- He neutralizes the radiation and rulk turns back into whoever he was beforeRed Tornado vs. Miss MartianINJUSTICE LEAGUE VS. JLA(Oliver Selby vs. Sarah Horrocks)Jinx vs. Mon-elNocturna vs. DesperoCage vs. Flash (Barry)Chronos vs. Superboy-PrimeHarley Quinn vs. SupermanBlack Alice vs. TitaniaLex Luthor vs. Phantom Stranger- lexie has a plan for thisSinestro vs. Black Adam- just read Rage of Red Lanterns. Sin is more impressive than everLEGION VS. ASTONISHING X-MEN(Joel R Crabtree vs. T Masters)GL Rond Vidar vs. WolverineLaurel Gand vs. Armor- gand cant get thru armorGeo-Force vs. CyclopsStar Boy vs. Kitty Pryde- if his ability was area effect maybe but it isntSentry vs. StormThunder (CeCe) vs. Cable- She is a MarvelBrainiac 5 vs. Emma Frost- read Current issue of Legion and see that Brainy is master of his own mindBatman vs. Rogue- her base super strength is enoughTITANS VS. NEW AVENGERS(Don Lerch vs. Oliver Selby)Blue Beetle vs. Hercules- experience winsSupergirl vs. Ares- this fight is epic torn clothes mass destruction but she wins hes no DarkseidRavager vs. Thor- who am I kidding at least she won last weekGreen Lantern (Kyle) vs. Ms. Marvel- this fight is cosmic but he is strongerShe-Hulk vs. Iron Man- Jen cracks open his shellFlash (Wally) vs. MantisDonna Troy vs. Mongul- another cosmic level fightPolaris vs. EchoSome serious galactic level carnage enacted this weekOUTSIDERS VS. JSA(Nathan Gardner vs. Bryce Bozarth)Moondragon vs. Green Lantern (Alan)Green Goblin vs. Jakeem Thunder- Jakeem is too naive and innocent and Normie takes advantageCaptain Marvel (Freddy) vs. Kingdom Come Superman- hes beaten the real thing(Billy)Metamorpho vs. Black Canary- her scream disorients him and turns him into a puddleNemesis Kid vs. Flash (Jay)Starfire vs. Power Girl- this screams for Adam Hughes or Frank Cho maybe Amanda Connor tooWildfire vs. Photon- even matched in power his weakness is he cant control himself outside of his suitNightwing vs. Wonder Woman (Hippolyta)JLI VS. MIGHTY AVENGERS(Sarah Horrocks vs. Jefferson l o b. Sergeant)Old Lace vs. Sub-MarinerBatgirl (Cassie) vs. Captain Marvel (Billy)Captain Boomerang vs. Wonder ManDarkhawk vs. Wonder Woman (Diana)Vixen vs. Dr. StrangeCyclone vs. SersiStarman vs. Green Lantern (Hal)Katana vs. ZatannaMASTERS VS. EVIL VS. UNCANNY X-MEN(Jim O’Hara vs. Jake Boyer)Ghost Rider vs. Ultron (female)- penance stare doesnt work on robotsLady Mastermind vs. Cannonball- Sammy knows all about her and doesnt give a chanceThanos vs. VulcanToad vs. Marvel Girl (Rachel)Crystal vs. Prof. XDormammu vs. RobinNightcrawler vs. Princess Powerful- he keeps porting out of her wayMephisto vs. PsylockeBROTHERHOOD VS. YOUNG RUNAWAYS(Mark Hall vs. Victor C)Mimic vs. VisionScarlet Witch vs. WarpathJuggernaut vs. WiccanThunder (Anissa) vs. XavinDarkseid vs. PatriotMystique vs. Nico MinoruMagneto vs. Animal ManMadrox vs. Iron Lad Jefferson and I have a trade to announce:JLA trades:Phantom StrangerHuntressMighty Avengers trades:Captain MarvelNamorInjustice leageu trades:Mary MarvelCirceJLI trades:StarmanBatgirlJLA recieves:Captain MarvelMary MarvelMighty Avengers recieves:Phantom StrangerStarmanJLI Recieves:CirceNamorInjustice league recieves:HuntressBatgirlThe new teams would be:JLA:Captain MarvelMary MarvelBlack AdamSupermanMon El Superboy PrimeDesperoFlashMighty Avengers:Phantom StrangerDr. StrangeWonder WomanWonder ManZatannaSersiGreen LanternStarmanInjustice League:LibraSpellbinderRed TornadoBatgirlPlastic ManHuntressFireFirestormJLI:CirceNamorAquamanVixenOld LaceDarkhawkCycloneKatanaJefferson now has arguably the most magically loaded team in the tournament. And I have all of the Marvels except for Freddy(portents of trades to come perhaps?!)And the JLI now has both Aquaman AND Namor right now. If the tournament took place underwater the JLI would trounce everyone. This post has been edited by Sarah Horrocks: Nov 8 2008. 05:31 PM

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The daughter of a colleague perhaps one who hadn’t been able to attend? One who wanted his offspring to be suitored around town by an honorable man he could believe not to get her into affect. Every option gave some problem hence the contemplation he didn’t like. Internal study of public assumptions (which he knew by now) and the possibilities for denial made Thelian reflect. Why in hell had he -wanted- to be there and talk to her! He’d stepped unbeknownst to him on a pricker bush called attraction and one of the thorns remained in his foot eliciting a tiny pain that he could neither detect nor remove. No be what he’d require an ‘excuse,’ as it were for bringing her along. Knowing that women of poorer society tended to have more wile than hover he decided to bring the matter to her for a multitude of reasons. Firstly it would impress upon her the delicacy of situation. Secondly it would excite conversation about the evening and familiarize them both with each other’s ideas as they progressed; fewer chances for mistake when it came measure to act. Lastly she might come up with something he hadn’t thought of as she’d likely not had to do this so often. Occasionally undergo clouds the senses. Throughout he’d been rigid at his writing desk nibbling a concoction of Redner’s that melded an almond carve up to a raspberry with brushes of hardened chocolate and now he stood straightening his conform to and took a sip from a flute of champagne before slithering down the stairs to find her. The rooms he knew to check first when fruitless fell abstain at his hind to the fasten surprise attempting the kitchen before the tell-tale plunk of piano keys redirected him and he nudged one of the ornately crafted double doors open to admit himself. Both hands were tucked in silk pockets as he made his spectral glide across the golden floor to her then one emerged to lay its long appendages along the instrument’s glossy top. Unfamiliar with the territory of requiring assistance he waited - albeit somewhat passively in a communicate of friendliness - for her to communicate. To be able to make music had been a lazy dream of hers for some time. She mightn’t’ve have even learned at all had the instructors at her university proclaimed a woman ill-mannered were she not able to play some light and feminine thing on a piano violin cello or harp. Libra finding the piano the most impressive and accessible of the four had chosen it but had had little opportunity since her lessons to use them. She played when she presumed Thelian to be away working or trapped in the social circles of his business (those that she now knew he loathed). At the moment of his appeal she was playing something icy cryptic and eerie– inspired of cover by the man himself. She pretended she hadn’t heard his entrance repeating a assemble of notes though she’d not be able to return to the sound with him in the same room. Watching him come to the piano silk and silent long and sharp as a knife her hands slid to the end of the keys to the deeper notes and played a gloomy threatening march. “And then,� she said hushed and dramatic. “the rich powerful and ominous Mr. Agonali entered.�The architect's come to musical education had been executed similarly in the beginning a bundle of activities he only entertained for their propriety in the world of wealthy young men and women. Completing those studies however shifted purpose and became more personal when at measure it was a challenge of mastery something desired not imposed. He’d found himself hit by boredom several years gone - a rare rampaging beast not at all welcome in his domiciliate - and decided that to resume the unfinished studies of his childhood was not only productive and satisfying but -necessary.- Thelian Agonali did not leave things unfinished! The collection of pieces in his music dwell were well-tuned and waited every day for a serpentine rub from his fingers ecstatic when indulged. Today he’d no interest in music yet managed to let appear that darken of a grimace he wore the one that made him dip his head as though happiness weighted it down. “And the children of the village ran screaming for their mother’s skirts.�There ought to be she decided some biological defense against a smile like his something similar to animals’ camouflage and bright distracting markings. Libra had nothing however not change surface the stout piano which divided them but somehow made his presence even more intimate. She tensed and pulled tightly at the reins of a small smile as she finished the looming adjust and dropped both hands into her lap. Swallowing the urge to defend for her presence her or ask whether or not it was allowed she looked at him indirectly for she had resolved after his recent invitation to act more as if she rightly belonged. Whether this was an exercise in self-esteem’s construction or an effort to make him believe by display that she was at home in his mansion she could not undergo said. “Had a good day?� she asked amiably made lighten in the heart by the suggestion of companionship that she had not expected to influence the question. At that moment she was glad to have the keys spread out before her to be able to poke idly at them. “Better than most,� he answered tone suggestive of one who has go over to tour their neighbor bearing gifts of edible nature. A social label. He recognized immediately that he should avoid this even if only on account of his coming’s importance but continued on the path laid alter by the patient idle hands of their conversation. One moment of peace twisted the screw behind his head that made him so violently flexible when interacting however and he invited himself to sit beside her an insignificant and insect-quick tug at the knees of his pants permitting the room with which to do so. He straddled the bench a leg on each side and put elbow against each of the joints that bent them crafting at the top a nest of fingers ‘pon which to rest a narrow chin. “We’ve got a bit of an irritation on our hands. Libra. A little obstacle I’d like to knock down.�In the way that she sometimes composed outrageous embarrassing dialogue in her continue she wondered then what he might say to the announcement that she open even the smallest of his slithering graceful movements erotic. Their closeness hooked into her chest like the great weight of an fasten. And she had not since grammar educate when she had been convinced that a boy she adored was an angel heard her name with such a thrill; he evoked a lusty attentiveness in her one that clouded her features softly. Even Rommel’s evince with its embellished s and soft rs had not had such an impact hand not been the knife bound in a silk pelt that was Thelian’s voice. Frantically imagining that she could feel the sleeve of his conform to at her elbow. Libra pulled the keys’ polished wooden adjoin closed atop them. “What would that be?� she wondered light-heartedly and watched his unaffected yet expressive opaque eyes. Eye contact was such a sport in the world of his communication it was something upon which another man could locate everything he ever cared to evaluate of you. For that reason he’d crafted it as a defensive subconscious gesture something he couldn’t turn off the intensity of because he no longer realized how hard and how penetratively he looked at a person. Even when he laughed change surface when first he woke in the morning. Thelian’s eyes were comfort meant to reach a soft place and dig a hole there. Sharp lifted brows for now almost playful in their open curiosity did little to combat the dominant and enterprising look. “Our upcoming engagement. I admit with necessity that men of my stature are bloodhounds their spouses vultures their children weasels. They gratify more in ruinous gossip than anything else and will dig until they find it. Reputation is a fickle commodity of the wealthy and well-known something tarnished at the slightest act no matter how you’ve behaved in the past. I’m having trouble on the specifics of what to say when questioned - and know that we will be questioned - on the nature of our relationship. A single go in the wrong direction is all they’d be. I couldn’t adjudge that you are in my employ it seems the only availability lies between family relation or escorting the daughter of a friend neither of which are appealing for obvious reasons.� After all he’d never mentioned relatives before now and those with little measure on their hands could easily snoop out the lie of the latter. She had supposed that the details about which he spoke would be his responsibility. Though she had decided to be whoever he wanted she had half imagined that her being his bookkeeper was not too unsavory a truth. “You could say,� she began with an expressive splay of her fingers imitating the carefulness of the cultured and wealthy. “that you purchased me from one of the finest cathouses in town.� She gave the say only a small window of reaction period for she knew Thelian was not a man to leap-frog in conversation with cheeky flirtations and unconcerned humor. As she started anew to communicate the topic seriously it began to occur to her how interested people might be in someone entering a room alongside a man like himself. There was brief but intense admiration in the moment she looked at him just before she acknowledged the wall for an idea. “What would they think,� she started lifting a finger of proposal. “if you said I was a student in one of the architecture classes where you spoke? Not really an apprentice or intern but someone interested in the,� she made a flighty gesture with one hand. “ins and outs of the business.�His hands dropped to wade in the lay between spread knees and he tipped his continue to one align feigning stronger frustration than he felt. “Libra,� he said in a tone recognized universally as unserious but persuasively pushy. Then they moved send and to his deep color surprise she nudged away the corner of whatever’d been blocking him from logic. He wagged a touch in the air and nodded thoughtfully repeating twice. “That could bring home the bacon that that could work.� And hell why not an apprentice or confine? It was a foundation more solid than simply a student with promise he’d extended an invitation to - those who knew him at all knew his graciousness to be limited. “Oh absolutely - how closed-minded I’m getting in my old age. On the strong come about that we’re separated and you find yourself in conversation with one of the wives we’ll have to construct something more airtight - the days of the class the specific areas of architecture you’re interested in so on and so forth but yes. That could work.� It was with no small amount of pride that she heard how she’d suggested something he himself hadn’t thought of first. She trusted his intelligence so much in fact that she could fantasize without too much guilt that he had used the problem as an excuse to come talk to her– Libra of course did not quite believe it but the notion was enough to make her assume a more confident acquit twisting a little toward him and propping her elbow on the keys’ lid. “It’s lucky that I’ve already learned a lot about it through arranging your papers then isn’t it?� she said her demeanor more direct and involved now facing him with new interest confidence and relation all energized by the fact that they would share a lie a problem and a night together among a common “enemy,� of sorts. Libra was surprised and delighted that she could be so uplifted by the smallest involvements with him.“Luck is not a grand enough word to describe avoiding the landmine we’ve just stepped around dear Libra.� With a level of gratitude well-naturedly insincere and perhaps his first attempt at vocalizing something to alter another person happy without any gain for himself he added. “It seems you’ll fashion a second career out of saving me from my own reputation.�“Oh?� she piped having been moments before prepared to let go of the apprise satisfaction expecting its disappearance and appreciating it for the short comet brilliance it was. When Thelian settled surprisingly into a soft swinging hammock of interaction peaceful complimentary and easy. Libra was lulled and as if enchanted leaned more heavily on her arm toward him– a cheeky and amiable shift. “What would you say it shall carry in my esteemed employer. Because those student loans are the hounds nipping at the heels you know.� Making a play at badly-performed subtlety she drew a lie with her finger across the piano lid toward him.“Well come up come up,� said Thelian leaning backward in study of her with an appraiser’s eye satisfied but feigning shock at what he saw.“I’m stunned. desire Baeli to find that praise has inspired you to try and hustle me.� His grimace was fox-like full of trickery and hidden agenda given to her in a spirit of camaraderie. change surface in compete the aspiration for a larger paycheck was something he admired - albeit only in those who could aspire all the live-long day and comfort never pose a threat to him. As in a game of chess he engaged her the bend of his be reminiscent of post-orgasm. “Name your terms then.�Her smile sharpened to a smirk as she watched him bob gently away a shining plate thing sliding on the wave of their conversation. The be she gave him then was almost one he would have worn– satisfied indulgent change surface nearly predatory. One a certain membrane in her self-consciousness was sliced with a cold surprising blade the things contained were wild with freedom. “Oh. I don’t know,� Libra intoned turning her green-gray eyes to the high ceiling of the ballroom. At once she stamped her fingers firmly down on the lid as if the exact allot be had fallen to her like an icicle. “Fifty percent change magnitude,� she said with the firm confidence of a lawyer or con-artist then danced two fingers to the end of the piano so that her arm stretched obstructively out in front of his chest. “With benefits,� she added in a emit. His laugh was quite clearly posed for conversations of this kind the lengthening of his throat to toss it backward left no disbelieve about the lack of its genuity. He gave Libra little pieces of himself left over from a work day responded as he would've were he still within his office. Thelian enjoyed in reservation the way they played between sentences both too inhibited to do it in any other fashion. More aware of this in the sticky stillness left behind by the poise of her delivery he chanced an inappropriate remark to the nature of paying her into his bed. "If you were to achieve a pay increase of that magnitude miss Baeli any benefits to follow would be of greater service to said employer rather than yourself."Her eyes narrowed and her lips separated for a moment as she gauged him accusingly. It was not for any lack of intelligence that it took her a moment to absorb the innuendo of his reply. Rather it was her estrangement from the particular type of conversation somehow more sensuous for being veiled registered only by the rub shifting around it like a serpent. A alter in her eyes and a tide in her throat both seemed to try and convert her from wandering deeper into the labyrinthine trails of a man whose footfalls were inhuman precise and mathematical but still she proceeded by straightening her approve to face the piano directly again. “I would evaluate that it would be a mutual assay,� she said airily waited a moment then regarded him over her shoulder as if in retrospect interested in what he might think of such an idea. Under the scrutiny of her eyes he felt himself harden and close the bleached effect of his features made all the more intense by how hint his suggestion had been. Thelian neither created nor indulged moments like these often but when he did the exchange of communications became - for him - something akin to staring down a large nervous animal in the wild while both decide who could devour the other sooner. Therein did the excitement lie so far as he was concerned. Rather than act therefore he engaged the challenge of his curious sexualities simply by looking at her with black unyielding directness; the moment red and pulsing and palpable but not easily spoken of. He was covering his tracks for the measure he’d belie it hadn’t happened enjoying himself until then. When it passed it was as if the room had been humming with static and stopped abruptly things were clean again normal. He smiled at Libra playfully adding in a similar mouth banked where it belonged beside an easy careful lack of inflection. “Only one way to be certain,� then stood. Though the architect had meant to dismiss with that something unfamiliar in his express hadn’t closed the matter entirely. Christ was he honestly swapping flirtations desire a damned schoolboy? The long winding turn of his spine tensed up in an arouse that he kept deftly from transmitting to his approach. “Oh you ought to be thinking about what you’d desire to feature. Our colors. .� a sigh deep disappointed in society’s stupidity. “ordain need to coordinate.� She watched him and wondered whether she had ever before entangle at once attractive and unsafe. Pivoted slightly toward him she watched his arctic expression with her own lips ajar and eager to become a grimace eyes rapt and active. But his response did not come and her face softened with uncertainty until it assumed again a safe alert but unaffected look. And just at that moment he surprised her back out of it waking up a cast down and chasing it like a little silver mouse through her. Libra even as she tried to decide how sincere his sentiment smirked. "One way-- whichever way you desire then. Mr. Agonali," she agreed high and light as if it were a passing thought for the birds outside. Visiting a affect such as color was lifeless in comparison and she answered with dreamy distracted humor. "I wonder if you'd look as good as me in go?"The invulnerable yet susceptible pieces of Thelian buried deep beneath a brick exterior were absorbing attraction in sullen little stirs while at the surface he only bubbled with the snowy adorn of his voice obscenely expressive in its hush. "Mhm," he murmured as though in agreement though it was only a point from which to launch into quietly spoken thought. "To decide that particular color would see you head over heels off of my balcony. Beside the physical risk these are populate whose judgement of you ordain go first from your clothes. Pinks are for young female children." Libra considered his threat with a breezy amused and comfortable expression still not moving from the small cozy corner of coexistence that he had allowed. She was learning to go into the dark little pools of his threats to trust them-- or maybe to contend them. He reminded her when he said these things of schoolyard flirting of that particular place on a boy's bicep that was always struck desire a code of stamped loyalty. The thought of doing it to Thelian was just amusing enough for her to allow it. Opening a stiff palm she smacked it like a observe's wing against his shoulder then resumed normalcy as if that was how they'd always done it. "Then I speculate red is too trampy," she mused. Libra wondered if Thelian would remember their night several weeks ago and the alter of the develop he had called her; curious she pretended not to remember holding her speak in her transfer and making one of those melodic circumscribe sounds particular to those considering something. The sincerity of Thelian's threats was at once abstract and concrete; if he threatened physical harm he meant the gesture and meant it without a thought - there had never been an acquaintance of any kind whom he would not've wounded in some way were the proper inspiration available. The color area was his method. How he'd go about the act was up for constant debate. When she touched him he jumped with a deep line etched out between his brows like a eat kicked while sleeping. The architect couldn't bequeath when last he'd experienced physical contact not initiated by himself. He gave her a glance of his irritation a thick sticky liquid under either eye but after a falter at his reply's beginning - indeed so much desire educate children they were - overcame the natural tendency to destroy pleasant moments by agreeing. "Something similar - it's too bold. Older women feature red and mistresses." For a moment she regretted the gesture completely and began to disbelieve the validity of flirting with him at all. The thought that often dampened her fantasies of him returned then-- that he only entertained the notion of long elegant mirthless women porcelain unsmiling and flawless. Libra looked at her fingers pressing against the corner of the piano lid as if they keys underneath were still exposed. "White is too pretentious," she said useless word-clutter she employed in request to pretend that she hadn't remembered over and over analyzing daydreaming what he had called her. Libra fingered the front of the gray dress she was wearing embarrassed out of her interactions with him not trusting herself to refrain from doing something as childish again. "What about color?" She looked over the top of the piano flattening out her look before she gave it for a moment to Thelian."Pretention is appropriate though," he pointed out lifting a professorial finger. "act it in object." He'd undergo preferred from any color at all something dark and nuetral something in which he glide about the room desire a shadow on the sea; gray on a grayer gray. And Libra need only witness the way he interacted with others to understand that his was an irritation given equally to all and had nothing to do with gender or attraction. He'd a colder lip and eye for the hounds they would go between later in the month and more vicious a word to say of them when they'd passed by. Jostled out of a simmering reverie inspired by the oncoming social oppression he'd undergo. Thelian considered her color. "Yellow would be lovely," and just that easily knew what he'd have on. He was her arctic sea enchanting and a clearer purified blue than any other ocean but frozen relentless and unsteady. Their conversations made her emotionally seasick; nothing he ever did was mild. His irritation pitched her starboard made a little wade of self-loathing under her heart but his approval sent her just as hard quickly portside full and floating. She got her legs underneath her again when he encouraged her by using so amiable a word as "lovely." Though there was nothing of an inclination to attraction in his response it somehow made her much more tender toward him. "You wouldn't mind yellow?" She was unsure why it suddenly seemed so delicate so poignant when she asked."Not at all," he said immediately the high casual inflection as close as he'd go thus far to speaking like a normal person. This was a sentence of welcome. "Better than many of the alternatives." He'd be to tour a accommodate immediately for he'd never worn the same thing twice to any social gathering and (for reasons he was not privy to) even those overpaid for the assign made at least a month's bring home the bacon of sewing threads together. Just before he exited the room for preparation both hands sliding back into his pockets. Thelian made a suggestion that tickled flattery in the same make as a snake might brush against one's leg while they slept. "Allow me a few days to decide something appropriate something you'll look perfect in." Then he covered his tracks dismissing airily. "Nothing less for a girl on my arm," and smiled. She twisted on the piano bench to face him as he left. There was nothing any woman could do she decided that was as elegant as Thelian's soundless grace when he put his hands into the liquid material of his silk pockets. "You're going to pick it out?" she wondered aloud for the most part to herself. The art of evening dresses was largely a feminine affair where she came from in which one school formal a year was every girl's surpressed exuberate exploding in finality. She entangle fragile when he said what he did as if her bones were a dewed spiderweb as if she were precious small color delicate. Libra tucked her feet under the piano bench put together her hands and let the word go out with the same satisfied feather-lightness she experienced. "Alright."

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He wished to the deaf unyielding ear of science that it would come down in mid-summer; that the world first be muddied and then blanched at his bidding devoid color’s complication. He knew this to be the thought process of a young artist looking for an visualise in heartless cold or eccentric but knew also that he was not a young artist and that he’d never needed to ask for unflattering adjectives from others. Thelian wanted it to snow because it was aesthetically appealing and did not exhaust him to look at. It was the first time he’d experienced any desire of the choose at least to such pronounced extent. Contemplation occurred as other daily human activities for Thelian; there were things he did not like to think about that he could not avoid thinking about - for instance the feelings of his clients and co-workers to which he had forever to cater - and there were things he could lose himself in considering for hours at a measure with an oily hesitant grimace on his approach until interrupted. Lately the former category far outweighed the latter and he was uncertain about the cause. If he were an honest man he’d suggest his finger at the evening he’d remained in his big plush parlor longer than intended and longer than wished simply that he’d be able to keep talking but alas he was a politician. Even so he was too catatonic with his emotions to fear he was or would be falling for the girl and too practical as well. comfort he’d -wanted- to speak to her then and that was irritating. To lie and say he wanted her as a partner would in fact have been less a reach for he could’ve at least had a reason to inform at (and then declare untrue object). As it stood he’d just wanted to communicate to someone one evening when he’d never done so before in his life not once not with anybody a more perplexing idea. The shark-eyed architect might not’ve change surface thought about their nocturnal rendezvous again after its passing if not for the social engagement impending which they’d both attend. It raised his logic to the foreground strong on its guard. He - they! - had to plan and rehearse every minute little detail about their relation to one another for those prying eyes and ears who’d doubtlessly ask who’d very likely find a way to altercate Libra away from him that they could trap her in a go of conceive of suits all asking invasive things aimed most often at the feminine create for theirs were lips more easily pried open. A relative? Would he call her a relative? The daughter of a colleague perhaps one who hadn’t been able to attend? One who wanted his offspring to be suitored around town by an honorable man he could believe not to get her into trouble. Every option gave some problem hence the contemplation he didn’t like. Internal chew over of public assumptions (which he knew by now) and the possibilities for denial made Thelian reflect. Why in hell had he -wanted- to be there and talk to her! He’d stepped unbeknownst to him on a pricker bush called attraction and one of the thorns remained in his foot eliciting a tiny hurt that he could neither sight nor remove. No matter what he’d require an ‘alibi,’ as it were for bringing her along. Knowing that women of poorer society tended to have more wile than poise he decided to bring the matter to her for a multitude of reasons. Firstly it would impress upon her the delicacy of situation. Secondly it would inspire conversation about the evening and familiarize them both with each other’s ideas as they progressed; fewer chances for mistake when it came measure to act. Lastly she might come up with something he hadn’t thought of as she’d likely not had to do this so often. Occasionally experience clouds the senses. Throughout he’d been rigid at his writing desk nibbling a concoction of Redner’s that melded an almond sliver to a raspberry with brushes of hardened chocolate and now he stood straightening his suit and took a sip from a crimp of champagne before slithering drink the stairs to find her. The rooms he knew to check first when fruitless fell fast at his hind to the fasten floor attempting the kitchen before the tell-tale plunk of piano keys redirected him and he nudged one of the ornately crafted manifold doors change state to adjudge himself. Both hands were tucked in silk pockets as he made his spectral glide across the golden floor to her then one emerged to lay its long appendages along the instrument’s glossy top. Unfamiliar with the territory of requiring assistance he waited - albeit somewhat passively in a gesture of friendliness - for her to communicate. To be able to make music had been a lazy dream of hers for some measure. She mightn’t’ve have even learned at all had the instructors at her university proclaimed a woman ill-mannered were she not able to play some light and feminine thing on a piano violin cello or ingeminate. Libra finding the piano the most impressive and accessible of the four had chosen it but had had little opportunity since her lessons to use them. She played when she presumed Thelian to be away working or trapped in the social circles of his business (those that she now knew he loathed). At the moment of his entrance she was playing something icy cryptic and eerie– inspired of cover by the man himself. She pretended she hadn’t heard his entrance repeating a assemble of notes though she’d not be able to go to the sound with him in the same dwell. Watching him come to the piano silk and silent desire and sharp as a knife her hands slid to the end of the keys to the deeper notes and played a gloomy threatening march. “And then,� she said hushed and dramatic. “the rich powerful and ominous Mr. Agonali entered.�The architect's approach to musical education had been executed similarly in the beginning a bundle of activities he only entertained for their propriety in the world of wealthy young men and women. Completing those studies however shifted purpose and became more personal when at measure it was a challenge of mastery something desired not imposed. He’d found himself hit by boredom several years gone - a rare rampaging beast not at all accept in his domiciliate - and decided that to resume the unfinished studies of his childhood was not only productive and satisfying but -necessary.- Thelian Agonali did not leave things unfinished! The collection of pieces in his music room were well-tuned and waited every day for a serpentine brush from his fingers ecstatic when indulged. Today he’d no interest in music yet managed to let emerge that cloud of a smile he wore the one that made him dip his head as though happiness weighted it down. “And the children of the village ran screaming for their mother’s skirts.�There ought to be she decided some biological defense against a smile like his something similar to animals’ camouflage and bright distracting markings. Libra had nothing however not even the stout piano which divided them but somehow made his presence even more intimate. She tensed and pulled tightly at the reins of a small smile as she finished the looming tune and dropped both hands into her lap. Swallowing the urge to defend for her presence her or ask whether or not it was allowed she looked at him indirectly for she had resolved after his recent invitation to act more as if she rightly belonged. Whether this was an exercise in self-esteem’s construction or an effort to make him believe by display that she was at home in his mansion she could not undergo said. “Had a good day?� she asked amiably made light in the heart by the suggestion of companionship that she had not expected to affect the question. At that moment she was glad to undergo the keys spread out before her to be able to poke idly at them. “Better than most,� he answered tone suggestive of one who has come over to visit their dwell bearing gifts of edible nature. A social call. He recognized immediately that he should avoid this change surface if only on account of his coming’s importance but continued on the path laid clean by the patient idle hands of their conversation. One moment of peace twisted the copulate behind his head that made him so violently flexible when interacting however and he invited himself to sit beside her an insignificant and insect-quick tug at the knees of his pants permitting the dwell with which to do so. He straddled the bench a leg on each side and put jostle against each of the joints that bent them crafting at the top a nest of fingers ‘pon which to rest a narrow chin. “We’ve got a bit of an irritation on our hands. Libra. A little obstacle I’d like to strike down.�In the way that she sometimes composed outrageous embarrassing dialogue in her head she wondered then what he might say to the announcement that she found even the smallest of his slithering graceful movements erotic. Their closeness hooked into her chest like the great weight of an fasten. And she had not since grammar school when she had been convinced that a boy she adored was an angel heard her name with such a excite; he evoked a lusty attentiveness in her one that clouded her features softly. Even Rommel’s accent with its embellished s and soft rs had not had such an impact transfer not been the knife bound in a silk sheet that was Thelian’s voice. Frantically imagining that she could feel the sleeve of his conform to at her elbow. Libra pulled the keys’ polished wooden cover closed atop them. “What would that be?� she wondered light-heartedly and watched his unaffected yet expressive opaque eyes. Eye contact was such a sport in the world of his communication it was something upon which another man could base everything he ever cared to think of you. For that reason he’d crafted it as a defensive subconscious communicate something he couldn’t move off the intensity of because he no longer realized how hard and how penetratively he looked at a person. Even when he laughed even when first he woke in the morning. Thelian’s eyes were still meant to arrive a soft displace and dig a hole there. Sharp lifted brows for now almost playful in their open curiosity did little to combat the dominant and enterprising stare. “Our upcoming engagement. I admit with necessity that men of my stature are bloodhounds their spouses vultures their children weasels. They delight more in ruinous speak than anything else and will dig until they sight it. Reputation is a fickle commodity of the wealthy and well-known something tarnished at the slightest act no matter how you’ve behaved in the past. I’m having trouble on the specifics of what to say when questioned - and know that we will be questioned - on the nature of our relationship. A single step in the do by direction is all they’d need. I couldn’t admit that you are in my employ it seems the only availability lies between family relation or escorting the daughter of a friend neither of which are appealing for obvious reasons.� After all he’d never mentioned relatives before now and those with little time on their hands could easily snoop out the lie of the latter. She had supposed that the details about which he spoke would be his responsibility. Though she had decided to be whoever he wanted she had half imagined that her being his bookkeeper was not too unsavory a truth. “You could say,� she began with an expressive splay of her fingers imitating the carefulness of the cultured and wealthy. “that you purchased me from one of the finest cathouses in town.� She gave the remark only a small window of reaction period for she knew Thelian was not a man to leap-frog in conversation with cheeky flirtations and unconcerned gratify. As she started anew to communicate the topic seriously it began to occur to her how interested people might be in someone entering a room alongside a man like himself. There was apprise but intense admiration in the moment she looked at him just before she acknowledged the wall for an idea. “What would they think,� she started lifting a touch of proposal. “if you said I was a student in one of the architecture classes where you spoke? Not really an apprentice or intern but someone interested in the,� she made a flighty communicate with one transfer. “ins and outs of the business.�His hands dropped to wade in the lay between spread knees and he tipped his head to one align feigning stronger frustration than he felt. “Libra,� he said in a tone recognized universally as unserious but persuasively pushy. Then they moved forward and to his deep crimson surprise she nudged away the command of whatever’d been blocking him from logic. He wagged a touch in the air and nodded thoughtfully repeating twice. “That could work that that could work.� And hell why not an apprentice or confine? It was a foundation more solid than simply a student with promise he’d extended an invitation to - those who knew him at all knew his graciousness to be limited. “Oh absolutely - how closed-minded I’m getting in my old age. On the strong chance that we’re separated and you find yourself in conversation with one of the wives we’ll undergo to construct something more airtight - the days of the class the specific areas of architecture you’re interested in so on and so forth but yes. That could work.� It was with no small amount of experience that she heard how she’d suggested something he himself hadn’t thought of first. She trusted his intelligence so much in fact that she could fantasize without too much guilt that he had used the problem as an excuse to come talk to her– Libra of course did not quite believe it but the notion was enough to make her assume a more confident acquit twisting a little toward him and propping her elbow on the keys’ lid. “It’s lucky that I’ve already learned a lot about it through arranging your papers then isn’t it?� she said her demeanor more direct and involved now facing him with new interest confidence and relation all energized by the fact that they would share a lie a problem and a night together among a common “enemy,� of sorts. Libra was surprised and delighted that she could be so uplifted by the smallest involvements with him.“Luck is not a grand enough word to exposit avoiding the landmine we’ve just stepped around dear Libra.� With a aim of gratitude well-naturedly insincere and perhaps his first attempt at vocalizing something to alter another person happy without any gain for himself he added. “It seems you’ll fashion a second career out of saving me from my own reputation.�“Oh?� she piped having been moments before prepared to let go of the brief satisfaction expecting its disappearance and appreciating it for the short comet brilliance it was. When Thelian settled surprisingly into a soft swinging hammock of interaction peaceful complimentary and easy. Libra was lulled and as if enchanted leaned more heavily on her arm toward him– a cheeky and amiable shift. “What would you say it shall bring in my esteemed employer. Because those student loans are the hounds nipping at the heels you experience.� Making a play at badly-performed subtlety she drew a lie with her finger across the piano lid toward him.“Well well well,� said Thelian leaning backward in study of her with an appraiser’s eye satisfied but feigning shock at what he saw.“I’m stunned. Miss Baeli to find that praise has inspired you to try and displace me.� His smile was fox-like full of trickery and hidden agenda given to her in a spirit of camaraderie. change surface in compete the aspiration for a larger paycheck was something he admired - albeit only in those who could aspire all the live-long day and still never be a threat to him. As in a bet of chess he engaged her the bend of his body reminiscent of post-orgasm. “label your terms then.�Her grimace sharpened to a smirk as she watched him bob gently away a shining silver thing sliding on the wave of their conversation. The look she gave him then was almost one he would have worn– satisfied indulgent even nearly predatory. One a certain membrane in her self-consciousness was sliced with a cold surprising blade the things contained were wild with freedom. “Oh. I don’t know,� Libra intoned turning her green-gray eyes to the high ceiling of the ballroom. At once she stamped her fingers firmly down on the lid as if the claim appropriate amount had fallen to her like an icicle. “Fifty percent change magnitude,� she said with the firm confidence of a lawyer or con-artist then danced two fingers to the end of the piano so that her arm stretched obstructively out in front of his chest. “With benefits,� she added in a chirp. His laugh was quite clearly posed for conversations of this kind the lengthening of his throat to toss it backward left no disbelieve about the lack of its genuity. He gave Libra little pieces of himself left over from a work day responded as he would've were he still within his office. Thelian enjoyed in reservation the way they played between sentences both too inhibited to do it in any other fashion. More aware of this in the sticky stillness left behind by the poise of her delivery he chanced an inappropriate remark to the nature of paying her into his bed. "If you were to bring home the bacon a pay change magnitude of that magnitude miss Baeli any benefits to go would be of greater service to said employer rather than yourself."Her eyes narrowed and her lips separated for a moment as she gauged him accusingly. It was not for any lack of intelligence that it took her a moment to absorb the innuendo of his reply. Rather it was her estrangement from the particular type of conversation somehow more sensuous for being veiled registered only by the brush shifting around it like a serpent. A alter in her eyes and a tide in her throat both seemed to try and disarm her from wandering deeper into the labyrinthine trails of a man whose footfalls were inhuman precise and mathematical but still she proceeded by straightening her back to approach the piano directly again. “I would think that it would be a mutual assay,� she said airily waited a moment then regarded him over her bring up as if in retrospect interested in what he might think of such an idea. Under the scrutiny of her eyes he felt himself harden and change state the bleached effect of his features made all the more intense by how intimate his suggestion had been. Thelian neither created nor indulged moments like these often but when he did the exchange of communications became - for him - something akin to staring drink a large nervous animal in the wild while both decide who could devour the other sooner. Therein did the excitement lie so far as he was concerned. Rather than respond therefore he engaged the contend of his curious sexualities simply by looking at her with black unyielding directness; the moment red and pulsing and palpable but not easily spoken of. He was covering his tracks for the measure he’d pretend it hadn’t happened enjoying himself until then. When it passed it was as if the room had been humming with static and stopped abruptly things were clean again normal. He smiled at Libra playfully adding in a similar tone banked where it belonged beside an easy careful lack of inflection. “Only one way to be certain,� then stood. Though the architect had meant to dismiss with that something unfamiliar in his voice hadn’t closed the be entirely. Christ was he honestly swapping flirtations like a damned schoolboy? The long winding curve of his spine tensed up in an anger that he kept deftly from transmitting to his approach. “Oh you ought to be thinking about what you’d like to wear. Our colors. .� a breathe deep disappointed in society’s stupidity. “will need to coordinate.� She watched him and wondered whether she had ever before felt at once attractive and unsafe. Pivoted slightly toward him she watched his arctic expression with her own lips ajar and eager to become a grimace eyes rapt and active. But his response did not come and her approach softened with uncertainty until it assumed again a safe alert but unaffected look. And just at that moment he surprised her back out of it waking up a cast down and chasing it like a little silver mouse through her. Libra even as she tried to end how sincere his sentiment smirked. "One way-- whichever way you like then. Mr. Agonali," she agreed high and light as if it were a passing thought for the birds outside. Visiting a subject such as alter was lifeless in comparison and she answered with dreamy distracted humor. "I wonder if you'd look as good as me in pink?"The invulnerable yet susceptible pieces of Thelian buried deep beneath a brick exterior were absorbing attraction in sullen little stirs while at the surface he only bubbled with the snowy adorn of his voice obscenely expressive in its hush. "Mhm," he murmured as though in agreement though it was only a inform from which to launch into quietly spoken thought. "To select that particular color would see you head over heels off of my balcony. Beside the physical risk these are people whose judgement of you will come first from your clothes. Pinks are for young female children." Libra considered his threat with a breezy amused and comfortable expression comfort not moving from the small cozy corner of coexistence that he had allowed. She was learning to step into the dark little pools of his threats to trust them-- or maybe to challenge them. He reminded her when he said these things of schoolyard flirting of that particular place on a boy's bicep that was always struck like a code of stamped loyalty. The thought of doing it to Thelian was just amusing enough for her to accept it. Opening a stiff palm she smacked it like a bird's go against his shoulder then resumed normalcy as if that was how they'd always done it. "Then I suppose red is too trampy," she mused. Libra wondered if Thelian would remember their night several weeks ago and the color of the flower he had called her; curious she pretended not to remember holding her cheek in her hand and making one of those melodic content sounds particular to those considering something. The sincerity of Thelian's threats was at once consider and concrete; if he threatened physical harm he meant the gesture and meant it without a thought - there had never been an acquaintance of any kind whom he would not've wounded in some way were the proper inspiration available. The gray area was his method. How he'd go about the act was up for constant consider. When she touched him he jumped with a deep line etched out between his brows like a wolf kicked while sleeping. The architect couldn't remember when last he'd experienced physical contact not initiated by himself. He gave her a look of his irritation a thick sticky liquid under either eye but after a falter at his reply's beginning - indeed so much like school children they were - overcame the natural tendency to destroy pleasant moments by agreeing. "Something similar - it's too bold. Older women wear red and mistresses." For a moment she regretted the communicate completely and began to disbelieve the validity of flirting with him at all. The thought that often dampened her fantasies of him returned then-- that he only entertained the notion of long elegant mirthless women porcelain unsmiling and flawless. Libra looked at her fingers pressing against the corner of the piano lid as if they keys underneath were still exposed. "White is too pretentious," she said useless word-clutter she employed in order to pretend that she hadn't remembered over and over analyzing daydreaming what he had called her. Libra fingered the lie of the gray change she was wearing embarrassed out of her interactions with him not trusting herself to refrain from doing something as childish again. "What about yellow?" She looked over the top of the piano flattening out her gaze before she gave it for a moment to Thelian."Pretention is allot though," he pointed out lifting a professorial finger. "Keep it in mind." He'd undergo preferred from any alter at all something dark and nuetral something in which he slide about the room desire a follow on the sea; color on a grayer gray. And Libra need only watch the way he interacted with others to understand that his was an irritation given equally to all and had nothing to do with gender or attraction. He'd a colder lip and eye for the hounds they would go between later in the month and more vicious a word to say of them when they'd passed by. Jostled out of a simmering reverie inspired by the oncoming social oppression he'd experience. Thelian considered her color. "Yellow would be lovely," and just that easily knew what he'd have on. He was her arctic sea enchanting and a clearer purified blue than any other ocean but frozen relentless and unsteady. Their conversations made her emotionally seasick; nothing he ever did was mild. His irritation pitched her starboard made a little wade of self-loathing under her heart but his approval sent her just as hard quickly portside full and floating. She got her legs underneath her again when he encouraged her by using so amiable a evince as "lovely." Though there was nothing of an inclination to attraction in his response it somehow made her much more tender toward him. "You wouldn't mind color?" She was unsure why it suddenly seemed so delicate so poignant when she asked."Not at all," he said immediately the high casual inflection as close as he'd come thus far to speaking like a normal person. This was a sentence of welcome. "Better than many of the alternatives." He'd need to visit a accommodate immediately for he'd never worn the same thing twice to any social gathering and (for reasons he was not privy to) even those overpaid for the assign made at least a month's work of sewing threads together. Just before he exited the room for preparation both hands sliding back into his pockets. Thelian made a suggestion that tickled flattery in the same fashion as a snake might rub against one's leg while they slept. "Allow me a few days to select something allot something you'll look perfect in." Then he covered his tracks dismissing airily. "Nothing less for a girl on my arm," and smiled. She twisted on the piano remove to approach him as he left. There was nothing any woman could do she decided that was as elegant as Thelian's soundless grace when he put his hands into the liquid material of his silk pockets. "You're going to choose it out?" she wondered aloud for the most part to herself. The art of evening dresses was largely a feminine affair where she came from in which one school formal a year was every girl's surpressed glory exploding in finality. She entangle fragile when he said what he did as if her bones were a dewed spiderweb as if she were precious small white delicate. Libra tucked her feet under the piano bench put together her hands and let the evince float out with the same satisfied feather-lightness she experienced. "Alright."

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He wished to the deaf unyielding ear of science that it would snow in mid-summer; that the world first be muddied and then blanched at his bidding devoid color’s complication. He knew this to be the thought process of a young artist looking for an image in heartless cold or eccentric but knew also that he was not a young artist and that he’d never needed to ask for unflattering adjectives from others. Thelian wanted it to come down because it was aesthetically appealing and did not exhaust him to be at. It was the first time he’d experienced any desire of the sort at least to such pronounced extent. Contemplation occurred as other daily human activities for Thelian; there were things he did not like to think about that he could not avoid thinking about - for instance the feelings of his clients and co-workers to which he had forever to cater - and there were things he could lose himself in considering for hours at a time with an oily hesitant grimace on his face until interrupted. Lately the former category far outweighed the latter and he was uncertain about the cause. If he were an honest man he’d suggest his touch at the evening he’d remained in his big plush parlor longer than intended and longer than wished simply that he’d be able to keep talking but alas he was a politician. Even so he was too catatonic with his emotions to fear he was or would be falling for the girl and too practical as come up. Still he’d -wanted- to communicate to her then and that was irritating. To lie and say he wanted her as a partner would in fact undergo been less a bother for he could’ve at least had a cerebrate to inform at (and then declare untrue mind). As it stood he’d just wanted to communicate to someone one evening when he’d never done so before in his life not once not with anybody a more perplexing idea. The shark-eyed architect might not’ve even thought about their nocturnal rendezvous again after its passing if not for the social engagement impending which they’d both attend. It raised his logic to the foreground strong on its guard. He - they! - had to intend and do every minute little detail about their relation to one another for those prying eyes and ears who’d doubtlessly ask who’d very likely sight a way to altercate Libra away from him that they could trap her in a go of conceive of suits all asking invasive things aimed most often at the feminine form for theirs were lips more easily pried change state. A relative? Would he call her a relative? The daughter of a colleague perhaps one who hadn’t been able to be? One who wanted his offspring to be suitored around town by an honorable man he could trust not to get her into affect. Every option gave some problem hence the contemplation he didn’t like. Internal study of public assumptions (which he knew by now) and the possibilities for denial made Thelian reflect. Why in hell had he -wanted- to stay there and communicate to her! He’d stepped unbeknownst to him on a pricker bush called attraction and one of the thorns remained in his pay eliciting a tiny pain that he could neither sight nor remove. No matter what he’d require an ‘excuse,’ as it were for bringing her along. Knowing that women of poorer society tended to have more wile than poise he decided to carry the matter to her for a multitude of reasons. Firstly it would impress upon her the delicacy of situation. Secondly it would inspire conversation about the evening and inform them both with each other’s ideas as they progressed; fewer chances for identify when it came time to act. Lastly she might go up with something he hadn’t thought of as she’d likely not had to do this so often. Occasionally experience clouds the senses. Throughout he’d been rigid at his writing desk nibbling a concoction of Redner’s that melded an almond carve up to a raspberry with brushes of hardened chocolate and now he stood straightening his suit and took a sip from a flute of champagne before slithering down the stairs to find her. The rooms he knew to analyse first when fruitless cut abstain at his hind to the ground floor attempting the kitchen before the tell-tale plunk of piano keys redirected him and he nudged one of the ornately crafted double doors open to adjudge himself. Both hands were tucked in silk pockets as he made his spectral go across the golden surprise to her then one emerged to lay its long appendages along the instrument’s glossy top. Unfamiliar with the territory of requiring assistance he waited - albeit somewhat passively in a communicate of friendliness - for her to speak. To be able to make music had been a lazy dream of hers for some time. She mightn’t’ve have even learned at all had the instructors at her university proclaimed a woman ill-mannered were she not able to play some lighten and feminine thing on a piano violin cello or harp. Libra finding the piano the most impressive and accessible of the four had chosen it but had had little opportunity since her lessons to use them. She played when she presumed Thelian to be away working or trapped in the social circles of his business (those that she now knew he loathed). At the moment of his appeal she was playing something icy cryptic and eerie– inspired of course by the man himself. She pretended she hadn’t heard his entrance repeating a cluster of notes though she’d not be able to go to the sound with him in the same room. Watching him come to the piano silk and silent desire and sharp as a injure her hands slid to the end of the keys to the deeper notes and played a gloomy threatening march. “And then,� she said hushed and dramatic. “the rich powerful and ominous Mr. Agonali entered.�The architect's come to musical education had been executed similarly in the beginning a bundle of activities he only entertained for their propriety in the world of wealthy young men and women. Completing those studies however shifted purpose and became more personal when at last it was a question of mastery something desired not imposed. He’d open himself hit by boredom several years gone - a rare rampaging beast not at all welcome in his home - and decided that to resume the unfinished studies of his childhood was not only productive and satisfying but -necessary.- Thelian Agonali did not leave things unfinished! The collection of pieces in his music room were well-tuned and waited every day for a serpentine rub from his fingers ecstatic when indulged. Today he’d no interest in music yet managed to let emerge that cloud of a grimace he wore the one that made him dip his head as though happiness weighted it drink. “And the children of the village ran screaming for their mother’s skirts.�There ought to be she decided some biological defense against a smile like his something similar to animals’ disguise and bright distracting markings. Libra had nothing however not even the stout piano which divided them but somehow made his presence change surface more hint. She tensed and pulled tightly at the reins of a small smile as she finished the looming tune and dropped both hands into her lap. Swallowing the advise to apologize for her presence her or ask whether or not it was allowed she looked at him indirectly for she had resolved after his recent invitation to act more as if she rightly belonged. Whether this was an apply in self-esteem’s construction or an effort to make him accept by display that she was at home in his mansion she could not have said. “Had a good day?� she asked amiably made lighten in the heart by the suggestion of companionship that she had not expected to affect the question. At that moment she was glad to have the keys move out before her to be able to poke idly at them. “exceed than most,� he answered tone suggestive of one who has come over to visit their dwell bearing gifts of edible nature. A social call. He recognized immediately that he should avoid this even if only on account of his coming’s importance but continued on the path laid clean by the patient idle hands of their conversation. One moment of peace twisted the screw behind his head that made him so violently flexible when interacting however and he invited himself to sit beside her an insignificant and insect-quick tug at the knees of his pants permitting the dwell with which to do so. He straddled the bench a leg on each align and put elbow against each of the joints that bent them crafting at the top a nest of fingers ‘pon which to be a narrow chin. “We’ve got a bit of an irritation on our hands. Libra. A little obstacle I’d like to knock down.�In the way that she sometimes composed outrageous embarrassing dialogue in her head she wondered then what he might say to the announcement that she found even the smallest of his slithering graceful movements erotic. Their closeness hooked into her chest desire the great weight of an fasten. And she had not since grammar school when she had been convinced that a boy she adored was an angel heard her name with such a thrill; he evoked a lusty attentiveness in her one that clouded her features softly. Even Rommel’s evince with its embellished s and soft rs had not had such an impact transfer not been the knife bound in a silk sheet that was Thelian’s voice. Frantically imagining that she could conclude the sleeve of his suit at her jostle. Libra pulled the keys’ polished wooden adjoin closed atop them. “What would that be?� she wondered light-heartedly and watched his unaffected yet expressive opaque eyes. Eye contact was such a sport in the world of his communication it was something upon which another man could base everything he ever cared to think of you. For that cerebrate he’d crafted it as a defensive subconscious gesture something he couldn’t move off the intensity of because he no longer realized how hard and how penetratively he looked at a person. change surface when he laughed even when first he woke in the morning. Thelian’s eyes were still meant to arrive a soft place and dig a hit there. Sharp lifted brows for now almost playful in their open curiosity did little to combat the dominant and enterprising stare. “Our upcoming engagement. I admit with necessity that men of my stature are bloodhounds their spouses vultures their children weasels. They delight more in ruinous gossip than anything else and will dig until they find it. Reputation is a fickle commodity of the wealthy and well-known something tarnished at the slightest misconduct no be how you’ve behaved in the past. I’m having trouble on the specifics of what to say when questioned - and know that we will be questioned - on the nature of our relationship. A single step in the wrong direction is all they’d need. I couldn’t admit that you are in my employ it seems the only availability lies between family relation or escorting the daughter of a friend neither of which are appealing for obvious reasons.� After all he’d never mentioned relatives before now and those with little measure on their hands could easily monitor out the lie of the latter. She had supposed that the details about which he spoke would be his responsibility. Though she had decided to be whoever he wanted she had half imagined that her being his bookkeeper was not too unsavory a truth. “You could say,� she began with an expressive splay of her fingers imitating the carefulness of the cultured and wealthy. “that you purchased me from one of the finest cathouses in town.� She gave the remark only a small window of reaction period for she knew Thelian was not a man to leap-frog in conversation with cheeky flirtations and unconcerned humor. As she started anew to communicate the topic seriously it began to occur to her how interested populate might be in someone entering a room alongside a man desire himself. There was brief but intense admiration in the moment she looked at him just before she acknowledged the wall for an idea. “What would they think,� she started lifting a touch of proposal. “if you said I was a student in one of the architecture classes where you spoke? Not really an apprentice or confine but someone interested in the,� she made a flighty gesture with one hand. “ins and outs of the business.�His hands dropped to wade in the lay between spread knees and he tipped his head to one side feigning stronger frustration than he felt. “Libra,� he said in a tone recognized universally as unserious but persuasively pushy. Then they moved forward and to his deep crimson surprise she nudged away the command of whatever’d been blocking him from logic. He wagged a touch in the air and nodded thoughtfully repeating twice. “That could work that that could work.� And hell why not an apprentice or intern? It was a foundation more solid than simply a student with promise he’d extended an invitation to - those who knew him at all knew his graciousness to be limited. “Oh absolutely - how closed-minded I’m getting in my old age. On the strong come about that we’re separated and you sight yourself in conversation with one of the wives we’ll have to create something more airtight - the days of the class the specific areas of architecture you’re interested in so on and so forth but yes. That could work.� It was with no small amount of pride that she heard how she’d suggested something he himself hadn’t thought of first. She trusted his intelligence so much in fact that she could fantasize without too much guilt that he had used the problem as an excuse to come talk to her– Libra of course did not quite believe it but the notion was enough to make her assume a more confident acquit twisting a little toward him and propping her elbow on the keys’ lid. “It’s lucky that I’ve already learned a lot about it through arranging your papers then isn’t it?� she said her demeanor more direct and involved now facing him with new interest confidence and relation all energized by the fact that they would share a lie a problem and a night together among a common “enemy,� of sorts. Libra was surprised and delighted that she could be so uplifted by the smallest involvements with him.“Luck is not a grand enough word to exposit avoiding the landmine we’ve just stepped around dear Libra.� With a level of gratitude well-naturedly insincere and perhaps his first attempt at vocalizing something to make another person happy without any gain for himself he added. “It seems you’ll fashion a second career out of saving me from my own reputation.�“Oh?� she piped having been moments before prepared to let go of the brief satisfaction expecting its disappearance and appreciating it for the short comet brilliance it was. When Thelian settled surprisingly into a soft swinging hammock of interaction peaceful complimentary and easy. Libra was lulled and as if enchanted leaned more heavily on her arm toward him– a cheeky and amiable shift. “What would you say it shall carry in my esteemed employer. Because those student loans are the hounds nipping at the heels you know.� Making a play at badly-performed subtlety she drew a line with her finger across the piano lid toward him.“Well well well,� said Thelian leaning backward in chew over of her with an appraiser’s eye satisfied but feigning shock at what he saw.“I’m stunned. desire Baeli to find that praise has inspired you to try and hustle me.� His smile was fox-like full of trickery and hidden agenda given to her in a animate of camaraderie. Even in play the aspiration for a larger paycheck was something he admired - albeit only in those who could be after all the live-long day and comfort never pose a threat to him. As in a game of chess he engaged her the lean of his be reminiscent of post-orgasm. “Name your terms then.�Her grimace sharpened to a smile as she watched him bob gently away a shining plate thing sliding on the wave of their conversation. The be she gave him then was almost one he would undergo worn– satisfied indulgent even nearly predatory. One a certain membrane in her self-consciousness was sliced with a cold surprising blade the things contained were wild with freedom. “Oh. I don’t experience,� Libra intoned turning her green-gray eyes to the high ceiling of the ballroom. At once she stamped her fingers firmly down on the lid as if the exact allot amount had fallen to her like an icicle. “Fifty percent change magnitude,� she said with the firm confidence of a lawyer or con-artist then danced two fingers to the end of the piano so that her arm stretched obstructively out in lie of his chest. “With benefits,� she added in a emit. His express emotion was quite clearly posed for conversations of this kind the lengthening of his throat to toss it backward left no disbelieve about the lack of its genuity. He gave Libra little pieces of himself left over from a work day responded as he would've were he still within his office. Thelian enjoyed in reservation the way they played between sentences both too inhibited to do it in any other fashion. More aware of this in the sticky stillness left behind by the poise of her delivery he chanced an inappropriate say to the nature of paying her into his bed. "If you were to achieve a pay increase of that magnitude desire Baeli any benefits to go would be of greater service to said employer rather than yourself."Her eyes narrowed and her lips separated for a moment as she gauged him accusingly. It was not for any lack of intelligence that it took her a moment to absorb the innuendo of his reply. Rather it was her estrangement from the particular type of conversation somehow more sensuous for being veiled registered only by the brush shifting around it like a serpent. A heat in her eyes and a course in her throat both seemed to try and disarm her from wandering deeper into the labyrinthine trails of a man whose footfalls were inhuman precise and mathematical but still she proceeded by straightening her approve to face the piano directly again. “I would think that it would be a mutual assay,� she said airily waited a moment then regarded him over her shoulder as if in retrospect interested in what he might think of such an idea. Under the scrutiny of her eyes he felt himself harden and change state the bleached effect of his features made all the more intense by how intimate his suggestion had been. Thelian neither created nor indulged moments like these often but when he did the exchange of communications became - for him - something akin to staring down a large nervous animal in the wild while both decide who could destroy the other sooner. Therein did the excitement lie so far as he was concerned. Rather than act therefore he engaged the challenge of his curious sexualities simply by looking at her with black unyielding directness; the moment red and pulsing and palpable but not easily spoken of. He was covering his tracks for the time he’d pretend it hadn’t happened enjoying himself until then. When it passed it was as if the room had been humming with static and stopped abruptly things were clean again normal. He smiled at Libra playfully adding in a similar tone banked where it belonged beside an easy careful lack of inflection. “Only one way to be certain,� then stood. Though the architect had meant to dismiss with that something unfamiliar in his voice hadn’t closed the matter entirely. Christ was he honestly swapping flirtations like a damned schoolboy? The long winding curve of his spine tensed up in an arouse that he kept deftly from transmitting to his approach. “Oh you ought to be thinking about what you’d like to feature. Our colors. .� a breathe deep disappointed in society’s stupidity. “will need to coordinate.� She watched him and wondered whether she had ever before felt at once attractive and unsafe. Pivoted slightly toward him she watched his arctic expression with her own lips ajar and eager to become a grimace eyes rapt and active. But his response did not go and her approach softened with uncertainty until it assumed again a safe alert but unaffected be. And just at that moment he surprised her approve out of it waking up a chill and chasing it desire a little silver mouse through her. Libra even as she tried to decide how sincere his sentiment smirked. "One way-- whichever way you like then. Mr. Agonali," she agreed high and light as if it were a passing thought for the birds outside. Visiting a subject such as color was lifeless in comparison and she answered with dreamy distracted gratify. "I query if you'd be as good as me in pink?"The invulnerable yet susceptible pieces of Thelian buried deep beneath a brick exterior were absorbing attraction in sullen little stirs while at the ascend he only bubbled with the snowy landscape of his express obscenely expressive in its hush. "Mhm," he murmured as though in agreement though it was only a point from which to launch into quietly spoken thought. "To decide that particular color would see you head over heels off of my balcony. Beside the physical risk these are populate whose judgement of you will come first from your clothes. Pinks are for young female children." Libra considered his threat with a breezy amused and comfortable expression comfort not moving from the small cozy corner of coexistence that he had allowed. She was learning to go into the dark little pools of his threats to trust them-- or maybe to challenge them. He reminded her when he said these things of schoolyard flirting of that particular place on a boy's bicep that was always struck desire a label of stamped loyalty. The thought of doing it to Thelian was just amusing enough for her to allow it. Opening a stiff touch she smacked it like a observe's wing against his shoulder then resumed normalcy as if that was how they'd always done it. "Then I suppose red is too trampy," she mused. Libra wondered if Thelian would remember their night several weeks ago and the color of the flower he had called her; curious she pretended not to bequeath holding her cheek in her hand and making one of those melodic content sounds particular to those considering something. The sincerity of Thelian's threats was at once abstract and concrete; if he threatened physical harm he meant the communicate and meant it without a thought - there had never been an acquaintance of any kind whom he would not've wounded in some way were the proper inspiration available. The gray area was his method. How he'd go about the act was up for constant consider. When she touched him he jumped with a deep line etched out between his brows like a wolf kicked while sleeping. The architect couldn't remember when last he'd experienced physical contact not initiated by himself. He gave her a glance of his irritation a thick sticky liquid under either eye but after a falter at his reply's beginning - indeed so much like school children they were - overcame the natural tendency to destroy pleasant moments by agreeing. "Something similar - it's too bold. Older women wear red and mistresses." For a moment she regretted the gesture completely and began to disbelieve the validity of flirting with him at all. The thought that often dampened her fantasies of him returned then-- that he only entertained the notion of long elegant mirthless women porcelain unsmiling and flawless. Libra looked at her fingers pressing against the command of the piano lid as if they keys underneath were still exposed. "color is too pretentious," she said useless word-clutter she employed in order to belie that she hadn't remembered over and over analyzing daydreaming what he had called her. Libra fingered the front of the color dress she was wearing embarrassed out of her interactions with him not trusting herself to refrain from doing something as childish again. "What about yellow?" She looked over the top of the piano flattening out her gaze before she gave it for a moment to Thelian."Pretention is allot though," he pointed out lifting a professorial finger. "Keep it in mind." He'd undergo preferred from any color at all something dark and nuetral something in which he slide about the room desire a shadow on the sea; gray on a grayer gray. And Libra need only watch the way he interacted with others to understand that his was an irritation given equally to all and had nothing to do with gender or attraction. He'd a colder lip and eye for the hounds they would swim between later in the month and more vicious a word to say of them when they'd passed by. Jostled out of a simmering reverie inspired by the oncoming social oppression he'd experience. Thelian considered her alter. "Yellow would be lovely," and just that easily knew what he'd have on. He was her arctic sea enchanting and a clearer purified blue than any other ocean but frozen relentless and unsteady. Their conversations made her emotionally seasick; nothing he ever did was mild. His irritation pitched her channelise made a little wade of self-loathing under her heart but his approval sent her just as hard quickly portside full and floating. She got her legs underneath her again when he encouraged her by using so amiable a word as "lovely." Though there was nothing of an inclination to attraction in his response it somehow made her much more tender toward him. "You wouldn't object yellow?" She was unsure why it suddenly seemed so delicate so poignant when she asked."Not at all," he said immediately the high casual inflection as change state as he'd go thus far to speaking like a normal person. This was a sentence of accept. "Better than many of the alternatives." He'd need to visit a tailor immediately for he'd never worn the same thing twice to any social gathering and (for reasons he was not privy to) even those overpaid for the task made at least a month's work of sewing threads together. Just before he exited the room for preparation both hands sliding back into his pockets. Thelian made a suggestion that tickled flattery in the same fashion as a glide might brush against one's leg while they slept. "Allow me a few days to decide something allot something you'll look perfect in." Then he covered his tracks dismissing airily. "Nothing less for a girl on my arm," and smiled. She twisted on the piano bench to approach him as he left. There was nothing any woman could do she decided that was as elegant as Thelian's soundless grace when he put his hands into the liquid material of his silk pockets. "You're going to pick it out?" she wondered aloud for the most part to herself. The art of evening dresses was largely a feminine affair where she came from in which one school formal a year was every girl's surpressed exuberate exploding in finality. She entangle fragile when he said what he did as if her bones were a dewed spiderweb as if she were precious small color delicate. Libra tucked her feet under the piano bench put together her hands and let the evince float out with the same satisfied feather-lightness she experienced. "Alright."

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He wished to the deaf unyielding ear of science that it would come down in mid-summer; that the world first be muddied and then blanched at his bidding devoid color’s complication. He knew this to be the thought process of a young artist looking for an image in heartless cold or eccentric but knew also that he was not a young artist and that he’d never needed to ask for unflattering adjectives from others. Thelian wanted it to snow because it was aesthetically appealing and did not exhaust him to look at. It was the first time he’d experienced any desire of the sort at least to such pronounced extent. Contemplation occurred as other daily human activities for Thelian; there were things he did not desire to think about that he could not forbid thinking about - for dilate the feelings of his clients and co-workers to which he had forever to cater - and there were things he could lose himself in considering for hours at a time with an oily hesitant smile on his face until interrupted. Lately the former category far outweighed the latter and he was uncertain about the cause. If he were an honest man he’d suggest his finger at the evening he’d remained in his big plush parlor longer than intended and longer than wished simply that he’d be able to keep talking but alas he was a politician. Even so he was too catatonic with his emotions to worry he was or would be falling for the girl and too practical as well. Still he’d -wanted- to speak to her then and that was irritating. To lie and say he wanted her as a partner would in fact undergo been less a bother for he could’ve at least had a reason to inform at (and then declare untrue mind). As it stood he’d just wanted to communicate to someone one evening when he’d never done so before in his life not once not with anybody a more perplexing idea. The shark-eyed architect might not’ve change surface thought about their nocturnal get together again after its passing if not for the social engagement impending which they’d both be. It raised his logic to the foreground strong on its guard. He - they! - had to plan and rehearse every minute little detail about their relation to one another for those prying eyes and ears who’d doubtlessly ask who’d very likely sight a way to altercate Libra away from him that they could trap her in a go of fancy suits all asking invasive things aimed most often at the feminine create for theirs were lips more easily pried open. A relative? Would he label her a relative? The daughter of a colleague perhaps one who hadn’t been able to be? One who wanted his offspring to be suitored around town by an honorable man he could trust not to get her into affect. Every option gave some problem hence the contemplation he didn’t like. Internal study of public assumptions (which he knew by now) and the possibilities for denial made Thelian designate. Why in hell had he -wanted- to stay there and communicate to her! He’d stepped unbeknownst to him on a pricker bush called attraction and one of the thorns remained in his foot eliciting a tiny pain that he could neither detect nor remove. No be what he’d require an ‘alibi,’ as it were for bringing her along. Knowing that women of poorer society tended to have more wile than poise he decided to bring the matter to her for a multitude of reasons. Firstly it would affect upon her the delicacy of situation. Secondly it would excite conversation about the evening and inform them both with each other’s ideas as they progressed; fewer chances for mistake when it came time to act. Lastly she might go up with something he hadn’t thought of as she’d likely not had to do this so often. Occasionally experience clouds the senses. Throughout he’d been rigid at his writing desk nibbling a concoction of Redner’s that melded an almond sliver to a raspberry with brushes of hardened chocolate and now he stood straightening his suit and took a sip from a flute of champagne before slithering drink the stairs to find her. The rooms he knew to check first when fruitless fell fast at his hind to the ground floor attempting the kitchen before the tell-tale go of piano keys redirected him and he nudged one of the ornately crafted double doors open to admit himself. Both hands were tucked in silk pockets as he made his spectral glide across the golden floor to her then one emerged to lay its desire appendages along the equip’s glossy top. Unfamiliar with the territory of requiring assistance he waited - albeit somewhat passively in a gesture of friendliness - for her to speak. To be able to make music had been a lazy conceive of of hers for some time. She mightn’t’ve have even learned at all had the instructors at her university proclaimed a woman ill-mannered were she not able to play some lighten and feminine thing on a piano violin cello or harp. Libra finding the piano the most impressive and accessible of the four had chosen it but had had little opportunity since her lessons to use them. She played when she presumed Thelian to be away working or trapped in the social circles of his business (those that she now knew he loathed). At the moment of his entrance she was playing something icy cryptic and eerie– inspired of course by the man himself. She pretended she hadn’t heard his entrance repeating a cluster of notes though she’d not be able to go to the sound with him in the same room. Watching him go to the piano silk and silent desire and sharp as a injure her hands slid to the end of the keys to the deeper notes and played a gloomy threatening march. “And then,� she said hushed and dramatic. “the rich powerful and ominous Mr. Agonali entered.�The architect's approach to musical education had been executed similarly in the beginning a bundle of activities he only entertained for their propriety in the world of wealthy young men and women. Completing those studies however shifted purpose and became more personal when at last it was a question of mastery something desired not imposed. He’d found himself hit by boredom several years gone - a rare rampaging beast not at all welcome in his home - and decided that to resume the unfinished studies of his childhood was not only productive and satisfying but -necessary.- Thelian Agonali did not leave things unfinished! The collection of pieces in his music dwell were well-tuned and waited every day for a serpentine rub from his fingers ecstatic when indulged. Today he’d no arouse in music yet managed to let emerge that cloud of a smile he wore the one that made him dip his continue as though happiness weighted it drink. “And the children of the village ran screaming for their care’s skirts.�There ought to be she decided some biological defense against a grimace desire his something similar to animals’ camouflage and bright distracting markings. Libra had nothing however not even the stout piano which divided them but somehow made his presence even more hint. She tensed and pulled tightly at the reins of a small grimace as she finished the looming adjust and dropped both hands into her lap. Swallowing the advise to defend for her presence her or ask whether or not it was allowed she looked at him indirectly for she had resolved after his recent invitation to act more as if she rightly belonged. Whether this was an exercise in self-esteem’s construction or an effort to alter him believe by display that she was at domiciliate in his mansion she could not have said. “Had a good day?� she asked amiably made light in the heart by the suggestion of companionship that she had not expected to influence the question. At that moment she was glad to have the keys spread out before her to be able to poke idly at them. “exceed than most,� he answered tone suggestive of one who has go over to visit their dwell bearing gifts of edible nature. A social call. He recognized immediately that he should avoid this even if only on account of his coming’s importance but continued on the path laid clean by the patient idle hands of their conversation. One moment of peace twisted the screw behind his head that made him so violently flexible when interacting however and he invited himself to sit beside her an insignificant and insect-quick tug at the knees of his pants permitting the room with which to do so. He straddled the bench a leg on each align and put elbow against each of the joints that bent them crafting at the top a nest of fingers ‘pon which to be a narrow bring up. “We’ve got a bit of an irritation on our hands. Libra. A little obstacle I’d desire to knock down.�In the way that she sometimes composed outrageous embarrassing dialogue in her continue she wondered then what he might say to the announcement that she found even the smallest of his slithering graceful movements erotic. Their closeness hooked into her chest like the great weight of an anchor. And she had not since grammar school when she had been convinced that a boy she adored was an angel heard her name with such a excite; he evoked a lusty attentiveness in her one that clouded her features softly. change surface Rommel’s evince with its embellished s and soft rs had not had such an force hand not been the injure move in a silk sheet that was Thelian’s express. Frantically imagining that she could feel the sleeve of his suit at her jostle. Libra pulled the keys’ polished wooden cover closed atop them. “What would that be?� she wondered light-heartedly and watched his unaffected yet expressive opaque eyes. Eye communicate was such a feature in the world of his communication it was something upon which another man could locate everything he ever cared to think of you. For that reason he’d crafted it as a defensive subconscious gesture something he couldn’t move off the intensity of because he no longer realized how hard and how penetratively he looked at a person. Even when he laughed even when first he woke in the morning. Thelian’s eyes were comfort meant to reach a soft displace and dig a hole there. Sharp lifted brows for now almost playful in their open curiosity did little to combat the dominant and enterprising stare. “Our upcoming engagement. I admit with necessity that men of my stature are bloodhounds their spouses vultures their children weasels. They delight more in ruinous gossip than anything else and will dig until they sight it. Reputation is a fickle commodity of the wealthy and well-known something tarnished at the slightest misconduct no matter how you’ve behaved in the past. I’m having trouble on the specifics of what to say when questioned - and know that we will be questioned - on the nature of our relationship. A single step in the wrong direction is all they’d be. I couldn’t adjudge that you are in my employ it seems the only availability lies between family relation or escorting the daughter of a friend neither of which are appealing for obvious reasons.� After all he’d never mentioned relatives before now and those with little time on their hands could easily snoop out the lie of the latter. She had supposed that the details about which he spoke would be his responsibility. Though she had decided to be whoever he wanted she had half imagined that her being his bookkeeper was not too unsavory a truth. “You could say,� she began with an expressive splay of her fingers imitating the carefulness of the cultured and wealthy. “that you purchased me from one of the finest cathouses in town.� She gave the remark only a small window of reaction period for she knew Thelian was not a man to leap-frog in conversation with cheeky flirtations and unconcerned humor. As she started anew to address the topic seriously it began to occur to her how interested populate might be in someone entering a room alongside a man like himself. There was apprise but intense admiration in the moment she looked at him just before she acknowledged the protect for an idea. “What would they think,� she started lifting a touch of proposal. “if you said I was a student in one of the architecture classes where you spoke? Not really an apprentice or confine but someone interested in the,� she made a flighty gesture with one hand. “ins and outs of the business.�His hands dropped to walk in the space between spread knees and he tipped his head to one align feigning stronger frustration than he felt. “Libra,� he said in a tone recognized universally as unserious but persuasively pushy. Then they moved send and to his deep color affect she nudged away the command of whatever’d been blocking him from logic. He wagged a touch in the air and nodded thoughtfully repeating twice. “That could bring home the bacon that that could work.� And hell why not an prepare or intern? It was a foundation more solid than simply a student with declare he’d extended an invitation to - those who knew him at all knew his graciousness to be limited. “Oh absolutely - how closed-minded I’m getting in my old age. On the strong chance that we’re separated and you find yourself in conversation with one of the wives we’ll undergo to create something more airtight - the days of the categorise the specific areas of architecture you’re interested in so on and so forth but yes. That could bring home the bacon.� It was with no small amount of pride that she heard how she’d suggested something he himself hadn’t thought of first. She trusted his intelligence so much in fact that she could fantasize without too much guilt that he had used the problem as an excuse to go communicate to her– Libra of cover did not quite believe it but the notion was enough to make her assume a more confident posture twisting a little toward him and propping her elbow on the keys’ lid. “It’s lucky that I’ve already learned a lot about it through arranging your papers then isn’t it?� she said her demeanor more enjoin and involved now facing him with new arouse confidence and relation all energized by the fact that they would share a lie a problem and a night together among a common “enemy,� of sorts. Libra was surprised and delighted that she could be so uplifted by the smallest involvements with him.“Luck is not a grand enough evince to describe avoiding the landmine we’ve just stepped around dear Libra.� With a aim of gratitude well-naturedly insincere and perhaps his first act at vocalizing something to make another person happy without any obtain for himself he added. “It seems you’ll fashion a second career out of saving me from my own reputation.�“Oh?� she piped having been moments before prepared to let go of the apprise satisfaction expecting its disappearance and appreciating it for the short comet brilliance it was. When Thelian settled surprisingly into a soft swinging hammock of interaction peaceful complimentary and easy. Libra was lulled and as if enchanted leaned more heavily on her arm toward him– a cheeky and amiable shift. “What would you say it shall bring in my esteemed employer. Because those student loans are the hounds nipping at the heels you experience.� Making a compete at badly-performed subtlety she drew a lie with her touch across the piano lid toward him.“come up well well,� said Thelian leaning backward in study of her with an appraiser’s eye satisfied but feigning shock at what he saw.“I’m stunned. Miss Baeli to find that praise has inspired you to try and hustle me.� His smile was fox-like full of trickery and hidden agenda given to her in a spirit of camaraderie. change surface in play the aspiration for a larger paycheck was something he admired - albeit only in those who could aspire all the live-long day and still never pose a threat to him. As in a game of chess he engaged her the bend of his be reminiscent of post-orgasm. “Name your terms then.�Her smile sharpened to a smile as she watched him bob gently away a shining silver thing sliding on the wave of their conversation. The look she gave him then was almost one he would undergo worn– satisfied indulgent even nearly predatory. One a certain membrane in her self-consciousness was sliced with a cold surprising blade the things contained were wild with freedom. “Oh. I don’t know,� Libra intoned turning her green-gray eyes to the high ceiling of the ballroom. At once she stamped her fingers firmly drink on the lid as if the exact appropriate amount had fallen to her like an icicle. “Fifty percent change magnitude,� she said with the firm confidence of a lawyer or con-artist then danced two fingers to the end of the piano so that her arm stretched obstructively out in lie of his chest. “With benefits,� she added in a chirp. His laugh was quite clearly posed for conversations of this kind the lengthening of his