He felt her hand and shuddered. She was made of a different type of energy than Dawn. It was rougher energy, a more commanding, more sinister force. The kind of power that says, "I'm shy on the outside, but I don't mess around, I can fend for myself." He liked that, a lot. He was pretty partial now to tougher, rougher, women.
"Is that so?" he twirled a thread of her hair around his forefinger.
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Edited on 2009-05-17 at 03:22:38 by Babaloo
"I won't touch 'em. Don't worry, I can TRY to keep my hands still...you just gotta not move too much."
He thought hard. If her energy was stored somewhere, that means his was as well. He thought hard, then he recalled the sword. Good God...if it was destroyed, so was he. Why did his have to be a material object...