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[Kriss ~Aleksei Lee Malitzka~]

Aleksei's eyes flicked to her with the sudden sag of her shoulders, the show of disappointment. Despite himself he gave a delicate sigh. "It's beyond description. In words t least." He turned to look at her, head cocked lightly to the side and a glint catching in his golden eyes. "I suppose if you wanted, I could draw you it... but, I doubt we're ever really going to meet again." He mused aloud before shifting his gaze away once more.
"And it's quiet at night, if you know where to go." He said, faint laughter in his voice as once more a sideward glance was cast in her direction. "But that doesn't seem to always work."
At that he came to rest in silence, unspeaking, and unmoving. The waves still almost brushed at the bottoms of his feet, wetting the sand and threatening to once more turn his skin numb. But the water didn't reach him, no instead it slinked off in the last second in which it would have come in contact with him. Aleksei waited for it to, but it never did. Ever time the waves pulled upwards he tensed in preparation, only to have them pulled away again.
"Not all wolves, have to live in packs you know. Some are loners, like me." He stated a smile curling at his lip, though it was a sad smile one that held nothing but a desolate sort of amusement, sharp-edged and twisted. Smiles shouldn't look like that-- so utterly broken. No, smiles should be filled with delight and joy, with humor instead of bitterness. His eyes once more took on that unfocused look, as not for the first time he wondered why he was exactly that: a lone wolf.

[hanariyo]

To her surprise, he did relent and talk. He was vague, but then again, most of his responses to her questions or attempts at conversation were brief, cryptic, or downright odd. She wondered, when he said he could draw the beach for her, how magnificent the sight was if even words were unable to describe it. Perhaps he was not very gifted with words, instead, he was gifted with his hands? He could physically create things but cannot paint a picture in one's mind. Nevertheless, she would like a picture - unfortunately, he made sense. Once they leave this beach tonight, they'd probably never run across one another ever again. "I have a feeling, even if we were to run into one another again, you wouldn't have the picture for me." Michaela said, half teasingly.

"I apologize for interrupting your "alone time"," Michaela said sarcastically, "But you weren't the only one looking for solitude tonight, Aleksei." She reminded him gently. It was good to share things whether it be a drink, a home, or even a beach.

It intrigued her, to hear more about a typical werewolf's life. She had always thought werewolves were extremely social and feisty beings. She had never heard much about lone wolves. Didn't most beings believe in safety in numbers? Why else would packs, alliances, and familial ties be formed and treated with such solemnity. But then again, she was one to talk. She had been alone most of her life as a vampire as well.

"Don't you get lonely?" She asked with a little sigh. Each little star in the sky is isolated, light years away from one another, yet in her point of view, they were merely a few feet away from one another. If someone had happened across them now, would they assume they were companions? It was all in the pretenses, illusions.

[Kriss ~Aleksei Lee Malitzka~]

He smiled, however slight the smile was. This one actually managed, somehow or another to reach his eyes. Those golden orbs became lit with something that resembled... joy. However twisted and abnormal it may have been. In fact, that bit of joy managed to cast his eyes ablaze. "I usually take my sketchpad and whatnot with me, wherever I go. I didn't take it with me today, because well I didn't expect to meet anyone that would need a picture." He shrugged then, nonchalantly as though it didn't matter when in truth he rarely did anything of the sort. "But if you want I can still draw it, and if I ever see you again I can give it to you." Small smirk found hold across his features once more, but just like the one prior it was actually... genuine.
He tilted his face back, his gaze focusing on the velveteen expanse of the star-dotted sky. Surprising himself, he said; "I'm sorry, it was accidental I assure you." There was nothing telling within his tone, his smile faded replaced by a monotone nothingness. He cast his gaze downward once more, after examining the sky above. Instead, his eyes found a glittering piece of something against the sand below. He reached for it, delicately picking up the item as though it would shatter with even the slightest touch... Almost ironic, that those hands which were crisscrossed with a tale of battle-scars and a life of constant war... Or at least, so it seemed if she bothered to glance downward in the same instant as he. But just as quickly he had drawn his hand away from the sand at his side, holding a single piece of sea-glass in the palm of his hand.
Faded jade green and worn silken from the constant push and pull of the waves, it winked against the darkness in his hand. Edges worn smooth. He rubbed his thumb across the surface of it, curious. Interesting that such a force could make something so utterly... changed. Unbroken, and seemingly fixed. Interesting that the violent push and pull of waves and beads of sand could make the sharpened edge of a jagged piece of broken glass become so worn... and unflawed. No longer needing the rest of its bottle or jar to complete it, and merely being completed on its own.
"Lonely?" He repeated his tone taking on an almost surprised note to it... something like confusion. There was also an almost echoing tone to it that portrayed his unexpectedness in the sudden inquiry. "Yes... but I think everyone gets lonely some time or another, even if they're surrounded completely by people at all times." He rarely considered this, in fact most of the time he preferred to keep them buried deep within his mind. Perhaps, he was content with his world of sketches and dreams, along with those notes of music which filled an endless silence... that was his world, and yet he was always alone. He didn't have any friends, no family, no one.
Aleksei's features turned to a glare, as he stared at the piece of perfectly shattered glass. Glass that shouldn't have been so worn smooth shouldn’t have been made that way. It was meant to be sharp angled and broken, unfixable. And yet it had been fixed. He continued to glare at the single piece of sea-glass until finally his fist closed around it. Fingers tightening to a point in which they threatened to destroy the fragile article held within his palm.
Knuckles turned white, the faint sound of a crack could be heard and it broke in his hand, breaking down the middle in numerous places. He felt the pricks of pain as the knew-formed, once more sharp edges of the center glass dug into his skin savage and biting. His blood came, scarlet through the spaces in his hand... not much to truly be injured but enough anyway. Crimson streaked across his naturally tanned skin, ink-black in the moonlight. It spattered across the sand in perfect, rose-colored droplets. Twinkling, and beautiful in the dark. Once could almost believe them to be nothing but dark splotches of the sand, not blood.
After an instant he uncurled his hand, still looking at it. Imbedded pieces of the glass shone winking in his hand, dark and forbidding. Brows remained furrowed, as he stared towards them before a sigh found hold across his lips.

[hanariyo]

She laughed lightly at his rather sincere reply. She was used to his ambiguous answers and didn't expect much from him. He was one of those people - where she'll have to read underneath and between the lines to get at his real meaning. Idly, she wondered why she was even trying. Then again, she didn't have much else to do. There was still time before she needed to retreat back into her dark home - rather like a beast returning to its cave. "Is that a challenge, Aleksei?" She asked lightly, her slate gray eyes lightly brushing the planes of his face. "I'm sure I can find you. If If you don't mind, of course." She added with a moment's pause. She had plenty of experience with tracking and no need for sleep. Of course, perhaps he didn't want to see her again. He was just an ordinary werewolf. She could run into one just as easily.

Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted him move a little. He reached for something, and just as quickly withdrawn his hand. She hadn't bothered to react - or did she not have the chance to react? Who knows. She had sat beside him, shared the same beach with him for the past hour or so and she was still relatively unharmed. She doubted that he'll attack her now. She wasn't paranoid and he didn't seem particularly malicious.

But he did make quite a lonely figure. He was rather melancholy as well. If she didn't know better, she'd say he was depressed. Well, she had nothing to say to his answer to her response. She was prone to bouts of loneliness as well, so she couldn't really disagree with him entirely. At a loss, she stared straight ahead.

That is, until she realized that he was doing something. There was a crack - earsplittingly loud in the open air and to her sensitive ears - and she looked down. The scent of blood caught her off guard, but she knew better than to let her thirst control her. Besides, she reasoned to herself, this was a werewolf. She didn't want to die just yet.

"What the hell are you doing?" She demanded angrily. Again, she was reminded of how they were in this position in the first place. He seemed to be intent on harming himself, ruining the body his mother gave him. Jerkily, she grabbed hold of his wrist, and pulled it towards her. "You are such an idiot. What did you do?"

There were pieces of glass stuck in his hand. None too gently, she pulled them out. He seemed to relish pain anyways, so she didn't have to be gentle with him.

[Kriss ~Aleksei Lee Malitzka~]

An interesting discussion they were having now. About giving her a picture of the sun. Truth be told, it wasn't any sort of a bane to Aleksei to do this. There was a slight furrow of this brows, thoughtfulness etched across his features. "It's not a challenge at all. Aleksei could find her again easily enough, and by her next statement her ability to find him seemed to be just as simple. "Come whenever you like then. It doesn't matter much to me."
A hollow tone took hold in his voice. One that was barely defined against that accent of his, but it was there all the same. An empty desolation of thoughtfulness, as he very plainly spaced out in the slightest. His eyes locked on the waves. On the glittering sapphire tides, moonlight licking atop the water, silver and glowing. Luminescent. What was it like, he wondered, to never be able to go into the sunlight? To never know again what exactly it felt like. He would hate something like that . . . and especially for someone who'd been born a vampire. It must be horrible, to never even be able to remember the touch of sunlight. It brought a question to his mind then, these thoughts. "Where you always a vampire, or where you human once?" He inquired lightly, giving her a sideways glance through shadows amber optics. That gaze of his was almost unnatural-- the hues of gold that constructed it more belonging to an animal than a human. He wondered if she'd take it offensively, and because of this idle thought he offered up a piece of his own story. "I wasn't always a werewolf . . . In fact, I think the person who bit me was trying to kill me. Wonder if the bastard knows it didn't work."
He was broken out of his slight haze, as she grasped at his wrist, and jerked it towards her. Without resistance, Aleksei let her. He felt her then roughly pull the glass from his palm, making it bleed even more. From her original reaction, he supposed she didn't care much for it anyways, which was probably a could thing. Would have been something interesting, had she been a young or hungry vampire who hadn't yet gotten control of her thirst... Aleksei almost took amusement in the idea of what would happen. He turned his gaze to her then, looking at her face for any sort of emotion before glancing downward towards his bleeding hand. He felt a tinge of pain each time she yanked a shard of glass from his flesh, of course it hardly bothered Aleksei. "I am not an idiot," He stated with an indignant amusement. But that expression faltered, the amusement faded from his eyes. Desolate amusement once more entered his voice, though now it was severely lacking. "I'm just . . . alone."

[hanariyo]

A wave of shock wore down part of her anger. She still held his hand in hers, but her grip had lessened. She was genuinely surprised that he would admit such a thing. She had always put up a strong front, claiming that she didn't need many friends or acquaintances. Quickly, she shot a glance up at him to see if he was lying or not. He wasn't. She had nothing to add onto that admission of his. After all, she wasn't going to go sobbing about how sordid her social life was and that she hadn't seen her friends in years. No. She had some semblance of dignity, after all.

Instead, she chose to answer his previous questions. "I was human once." It was strangely difficult to admit that. Most vampires would boast (or lie) about the long line of vampires they had descended from. There was no need to impress this werewolf anyways. "That's how I remember how the sun felt. I think it's worse to know you had something and then lose it like I did. There's always regret."

She could help but laugh a little at the thought. He had been changed almost under the same circumstance in which she had been changed. Unwillingly. Although she had been changed out of love. If that was even possible. "I'm sorry." She said. "It must be awful being stuck like this. My husband changed me." Which probably made it sting more. A loved one shouldn't have condemned her to a life of cold nights and death for the rest of eternity. If he had really loved her, anyway.

She looked down at the bloody hand. "You should get that cleaned out before it heals." She wasn't sure, but since she was blessed with quick regeneration, she suspected that werewolves would be the same as well.