asgardmeridiem | now I ain't sayin she a gold digger [CLOSED]

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cheriour,
diva

now I ain't sayin she a gold digger [CLOSED]

Who: Diva (

clockeyes)
What: Cheriour wanders into a cute bakery, but one of the employees is a surprise.
When: Day 60
Where: A random NPC bakery in Freyr
Rating: PG-13 for Diva... Just being herself...

[In a way, it was mostly to prove to Claire that she wasn't so sheltered, thank you very much. Her idea of helping Carl buy them a house played a part too, but it was still mostly a matter of injured pride.

Of course, getting a job through flirtation and manipulation didn't exactly disprove Claire's point, but that was lost on Diva. As she saw it, she had gotten a job, and that was therefore good enough. She frequented the bakery in Freyr almost daily, so it was easy enough to just play up her charm until the owner, who she had given a face and name, conceded and gave her a simple job behind the counter. It was easy, and she'd only been working it for a few days (since she had sung for the network), but she didn't mind it.

After all, her Grigori was perfectly happy to just let her read and be charming to the customers, occasionally ringing up their orders or delivering them. Her face and charm alone drew his admiration, as well as quite a few more customers.]

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[Now this was a sight. Bread piled high in the window display, arranged in a sort of pyramid underneath the painted sign showcasing the bakery's title. And if you looked further into the bakery, there were pastries, and cakes, and all sorts of delicious-looking things just laid out, ready to be ordered.]

[Cheriour pressed his face against the window like a child taking the chance to take in the sight of a new toy that just came out. Honestly, Cheriour saw food as more of something to admire for the way it looked and smelled and felt rather than what it tasted like, though he had to admit that food did taste wonderful at times. But angels really didn't need to eat often, and they ate more for energy than anything else.]

[But either way, his interest was piqued by the smell and the vision of the bakery, so after a few more seconds of staring, he turned and entered the shop, eager to explore.]

[He doesn't notice any of the employees just yet though- his mind is more focused on the experience of taking in the sight of baked goods rather than the people.]

[As the small bell rings to signal someone coming in, Diva glances to see what sort of person has come in, but her eyes immediately widen. She immediately tenses, thinking that Cheriour had come for her, but... He seemed happy. In fact, he didn't seem to notice her at all. As quickly as she had tensed to run or fight, she relaxes again, her smile widening just slightly.

Diva looks back to the young Faceless that she had been chatting with, leaning closer to him over the counter.

She knew her voice would catch his attention, so why not prove him right? She was playing the temptress now.]

—Oh, sorry about that. But yes, I would love to go to dinner sometime, that's so sweet of you! After all, I only just started working here, so... I haven't been able to go out much, you know?

[She laughs warmly and turns her eyes down as a flirtatious gesture, but her eyes are actually on Cheriour.]

[He's bending over a loaf of bread, nose practically to the crust, when he hears that oh-so-familiar voice he's heard so many times before. Immediately, he jerks upward like a surprised bird and turns in place, staring at Diva as she talks to the young Faceless.]

[What is she doing here? And...what is she doing? He furrows his eyebrows and looks back and forth between the two- is this how she gets victims? Is that how she lures them in? Without a second though he goes over, interrupting the little scene by clearing his throat.]

I'm sorry, erm...I need to order some bread. [An apologetic smile at the Faceless.] Won't be long.

[And then he turns to Diva and says, with a hiss:] What in the world are you doing?

[He gives a "glance" to Cheriour, because come on dude, he was totally scoring! But Diva doesn't pay attention to Cheriour yet, placing a delicate hand on his shoulder and tilting her head as she meets his eyes.]

We can talk about it later, alright? Looks like I have to work!

[Diva laughs sweetly, like she had told a cute joke, letting her fingers linger as he walks away. It's only then that she acknowledges Cheriour, turning back to look at him. And all that flirtatious sugary-sweetness is gone, even though she's still smiling politely.]

I'm working, obviously. How rude.

[He almost wants to turn the poor Faceless around and tell him to stay away from her, but on second thought, that would be rude and it would probably just amuse Diva to no end. So, he stares at the Faceless as it walks away before returning his attention back on her.]

You? Working? Somehow, I don't believe you.

[He folds his arms.] Anyways, what were you doing with him? Sweetening him up for the eventual slaughter with your words?

[She makes a haughty noise, shifting her weight so she's leaning more against the counter.]

You can ask Grigori. He's in the back baking, but he's my boss. [Her smile widens, though there's a threatening tilt to it, of course.] I'm the one that gave him a face, after all. He's fond of me, so why not give me a job?

[But that threat fades, and she just sighs as she flips her hair. yep.]

But really, you're so dense! I was just flirting. What I do with him later, it's not like I've decided yet.

You gave him a face? So, that means you interacted with him enough for him to get one...and of course he would be fond of you, you took him out of the greyness unlike so many of these people.

[But the mention of this odd word, "flirting", makes him tilt his head to the side in slight confusion.]

You were doing what?

[This is the angel who didn't know what dates really were, how do you expect him to know about flirting. 8I]

[Diva would think he was kidding, except... No, she had hints before that he really was this oblivious. So her jaw just drops as her brow furrows, an exagerration of her disbelief, but she wants him to feel stupid.]

Whaaat? You don't know what flirting is?

[a pause, then,] Are you stupid?

No, what is it?

[And he frowns at that. How dare you insult his angelic intelligence! >8(]

Miss, I do not need to know all the recent new human words, being what I am. So, no, I'm not stupid, I've just never known what that word means.

You're stupid.

[She says this like it's a fact, then smiles again]

It's being playful with someone. Pretending like you're attracted to them. Or, well, I guess it's not really pretending all the time... [She looks thoughtful, because how do you explain flirting?] It's like being nice to someone, but because you want them to be attracted to you? I don't know how to explain it. It's a basic thing.

No, I'm not.

[Just. Keeps frowning. Don't mind him.]

But what would you get out of pretending to be attracted? Or not pretending? And wouldn't the person know that you're pretending, or...?

[A huff and a shake of the head.] This is all very confusing!

[She laughs, because this is almost cute.]

I get what I want, of course. I'd get his company with dinner, his money, sex. [At that last one, her smile widens a little bit, but she shrugs]

And before you go calling me a temptress, it's not just something that I do. Everyone does it. Probably not as often as me, but, well! I don't exactly agree with humans about things like relationships. But men like it a lot, since they get to sleep with me, and I don't go looking for a relationship. And the ones that are looking for that...

[Diva trails off, looking away with a wistful smile]

Well, they'll be disappointed.

[He makes a face at the "sex" part, before continuing to listen and stare, trying to still figure out this "flirting" thing.]

Hmmm...So, it's to find someone to perform well, that with. But you weren't talking to him about that, from what I was hearing. Why do you think that this flirting only results in one thing?

And why? Because you're the last person to have a relationship with?

Not for everyone. Some people flirt for a relationship, but I'm not really interested in that part! Not for very long, anyways. If they're rich or handsome, I might keep them a little longer, but it's not like I'd ever love them.

[harsh! But Diva is brutally honest pretty much all the time. But she laughs.]

But part of the fun with flirting is that you don't say direct things like "I'm interested in you" or "I want to sleep with you." There's subtlety to it!

[Her head tilts down slightly, and her eyelashes flutter as she looks at him. It's a softer, more feminine look than staring him straight on, and her smile becomes softer and warmer in turn.]

That would be... Well, it would be a little too crude, wouldn't it? [She tilts her head slightly and laughs sweetly] Hey, but I'm surprised that you're here, you know? I really thought that you might be here at first to hurt me, but...

[Her eyes flutter away from his, and she runs a hand in fake nervousness through her hair. It's a very cute gesture, but she feels like that demonstrates what she means, because she looks back at him with more cold haughtiness.]

But it's just that you can't keep away from me. Oh, I just remembered something cute! You say that people are caught in my web, don't you? Are you sure you're not caught in it too?

Of course not, you're you.

[He's still not looking too happy, but she might notice that he isn't glancing away from her now- he's unconsciously following her movements, watching her fingers run through her hair and her eyes flutter and...wait, she was saying something.]

I was here because I wanted to see the bakery, not you.

[And then he furrows his eyebrows in slight confusion, trying to understand why she's doing all those gestures and why they're so interesting to watch. But when she asks that last question, he looks almost offended.]

Wait, hold on! I'm not caught in your web! Hardly. It's not i my nature to get involved like that.

[But she knows how closely he's watching her, even if she's a little surprised. She had expected him to watch out of curiosity, but it seemed like there was a little more there. She wonders just how far she can go with this, and her train of thought extends to an imagined scenario where he truly falls for her. She can imagine being so perfect and sweet to him, kissing his cheek, and using that trust to rip out his neck.

But the violent revenge doesn't show on her face. It's very much the opposite. Even when she's not speaking, her lips are parted slightly, and she's looking at him as if every word is just so interesting. Diva is holding herself to seem sweet and feminine, but also to show off her features best.]

Well, I'm glad that you came by, then.

[It sounds warm and genuine, but she pretends to be somewhat embarrassed by that, breaking the eye contact to look down at the counter]

Whatever, I guess. I was just playing! You're definitely too smart to get caught in my web, isn't that right?

[He quirks an eyebrow at that, slightly confused by that statement.]

Glad? Don't you hate me?

[And at the question he shakes his head. There's no way he'll allow himself to get tripped up by the nets she's throwing out. Even if he doesn't realize that flirting, in itself, is a net of its own...]

Miss, I am never going to get caught in your web. Angels are on a different level when it comes to social interaction, I will never see you the same as, say, a human does.

[Diva just shakes her head, laughing slightly. On second thought, maybe playing this game was too much work.]

Really? Because you've sure been looking at me like how a human does.

[She runs her fingers through her hair again, lingering at the end to twirl the locks of hair around her finger. Her smile is mischievous, but not threatening.]

I've been flirting with you this whole time, Cherie. Actually, we've flirted a lot! And you've even returned it, but I guess you didn't see it is as flirting.

[She purposely ignores the first question, because honestly, she doesn't. It was a trait of hers that surprised most people when they came across it, but Diva was a vengeful, wrathful woman, but not a hateful one. There were very few people that she truly hated, and they were in the leagues of Joel. Of course, Cheriour had threatened to enter that league, by stepping too close to the idea of a tower, by keeping Johan away from her, but she also felt that he wouldn't be able to follow through.

It would hurt her pride to do it, but she was more than willing to play the role of the weak, misunderstood damsel if it meant avoiding either. It had been one thing to kill her when she was fighting back out of instinct, a raging monster, but would he be able to do it when it was the complete opposite?]

...What?

[He sounds as if she had gone and said that he had green hair- his expression is rather stupefied, because, what, he flirted with her?]

Miss, I have never propositioned to have a relationship with you. That is the last thing I want to do. So no, I don't understand how, but I never flirted with you. At all.

[Really, the thought was preposterous!]

How, exactly, did I "flirt back", as you say?

Every time we "danced," of course. From the very first time and ever since, I've been flirting with you! Ah, and you picked up and took some of my flirting without realizing it. Like when you killed me, you were the one that got so close to me, instead of it being the other way around.

[She pauses the twirling her hair, like a thought had just struck her. Diva leans over the counter a bit more, reaching out to touch his face with the same surprising delicacy that he had been subject to before. Her eyes are completely locked on his, but there's nothing predatory about her smile, even if it shows clearly in her eyes.]

You know, before I kissed you, you were really acting like you were going to kiss me. Really, before imitating people, shouldn't you learn what it means...?

Getting close doesn't mean I want to start a relationship with you, Diva, that wasn't my intention. Was I really imitating you...?

[And at the touch he freezes, staring back at her with a slightly surprised look. Is this more flirting? How does he respond?]

I...[He wants to look away, but he can't help but stare into her eyes, as if they're tiny black holes sucking in all his interest. He does look uncomfortable though, because the memory of her kissing him was...strange, to say the least. It wasn't bad, it was just odd, because he had never been kissed before by anyone in his life.]

I wasn't. I don't even know how to kiss others. Really, Diva, even if I do imitate you, that doesn't mean I imitate the feelings behind these imitations.

Well, obviously.

[Diva shrugs, looking away and drawing her hand away with it. She takes a few steps away, to tend to reorganizing a display of today's breads, wanting to see if he'll follow her, if he'll desire that contact.]

But like I said, it's not about relationships! Obviously I wouldn't want to be in a relationship with you either. [A light, airy laugh] Hey, sorry Cherie, but you're not really my type.

[And she starts reorganizing the breads! Since she'd sold a few, so they were slightly less aesthetically pleasing]

But you were definitely imitating me. And you imitate me a lot, actually. Should I be flattered or offended...? Ah, well, I think I'll pick the first one. Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery, or something like that. Besides, you imitating me just proves my point.

[He doesn't follow her, but he does reach up a hand to where she touched her, as if trying to understand that feeling again. But then he puts it down, following her with his clockeyed gaze.]

Then why flirt, if you aren't interested in that? What purpose does it serve?

[He lets out a slight hmmph, folding his arms again.]

And what point might that be, miss?

That you're becoming more like me.

[Her eyes turn up towards his from the bread, meeting them with a glint of malice]

In every way, isn't that right?

[But the malice flutters out of her eyes as she stands straight again, happy with how it's neatly set]

Ahh, but a purpose... That's saying that everything has to have a purpose. Maybe there isn't one, Cherie! Or maybe there is, and what I want is for you to figure that part out. Who knows?

[There's a sharp intake of breath, and once again, he looks rather offended.]

Not in every way! I'll never become like you- you and me are completely different beings, the day I go down to your level is the day I'll allow myself to be killed so that I won't continue to be like you.

[He sounds absolutely serious about that, because really, he would sacrifice himself for the better good if he was ever corrupted.]

Everything has a purpose, miss. Which is why I do not understand your flirting or kissing towards me, because it won't change what I think of you. Not at all.

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