illie, sap sipper
she/her
27
september 23rd
snowpoint city, sinnoh
bi curious
geneticist, alchemist
head professor
you caged me and then you called me crazy; i am what i am 'cause you trained me.
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illeana reyes
atlantic [m]
POSTED ON May 15, 2020 1:45:16 GMT
[attr="class","illiepost"] [attr="class","illieicon"] [attr="class","illie b"] "oh really?" an eyebrow raises, her interest matching the ascent. she's leaning forward, the beginning of another smirk curling at her lips. it's intriguing, he's intriguing. somehow, she had expected business skills but to see such a skill used in this way? there's more to him than she had originally thought, different facets of the same gem. it's funny, she hadn't believed that someone could bring about that same curiosity that seeking knowledge does but in this moment, he's proving her wrong. "one could say it's also a curse." the comment is soft, as if she's wondering if he truly wants to have such a weapon at his disposal. would such a thing make relationships difficult for him? from what she has come to understand about the act of a poker face, it's easy to hide behind. her parents had hid behind theirs and perhaps he is no different. ah, but something tells her he's not even within the same realm as them, not even close. "do you enjoy having such a good poker face?" it's a genuine question rising from the usual curiosity. she wants to know more about him, about his background. and yet, she's voicing her thoughts anyway, that hesitation of overstepping from earlier somehow no longer clinging to her. "wouldn't it make some things difficult? like, i don't know... how do you know when to not use it?" it's impressive to her if she's being honest. not wearing your heart on your sleeve, hiding behind a calculated mask. is it something that comes naturally to him or did he need to learn it? and... could he teach her? he's leaning closer to meet her halfway, the space between them fading as quickly as it had come. there's no barriers now, no walls. just them, their bubble, and this conversation. it shifts to allow unspoken feelings to bubble between and she's hanging onto every word. the smile that follows is easy, melting onto her lips like warm chocolate. "that could be arranged," she quips with a wink. if he'd allow it, of course, but something tells her that he just might. and then, he's chuckling with the beginnings of a topic change following suit. her own laughter rises when the words hit her ears and she's tilting her head, almost flirtatious as she scrunches her nose at him. "you think i'd lie about my cake habits?" more giggles come next and she's unable to hide the grin. "i'm quite proud of my obsession with sweets, thank you very much!"the slight shift from earlier returns, however, as her laughter subsides and her eyes retreat toward the window beside them. pedestrians still linger on the sidewalks, some in groups and some by themselves. she watches them for a moment, distracted by something she can't place. a memory, perhaps. "i wasn't allowed sweets as a child," she supplies after a brief pause of silence. her eyes find their way back to his as she continues. "so now, i go overboard because my parents aren't able to punish me for it." in the back of her mind, she's aware of the closets she's opening. the glimpses into her background, those painful memories that she tries oh so hard to bury. it should scare her to reveal anything related to such things but... he's safe and affectionate and her walls are no match for him. [newclass=.illiepost] width:350px; text-transform:lowercase; text-align:justify; font-family:verdana; font-size:10px; padding-left:10px; [/newclass] [newclass=.illieicon] height:100px; width: 100px; float:left; padding-right:5px; [/newclass] [newclass=.illie b] color:#E37474; [/newclass] [newclass=.illietag] width:300px; text-transform:lowercase; font-family:georgia; font-size:12px; text-align:right; [/newclass] [newclass=.illiepoke] width:300px; text-align:right; [/newclass]
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