The sun was shining through the trees, the heat enough for some to die in. It was five o’clock to the very minute.

The red-haired beauty sat not far away from the raging river, head lazily lolled back and tipped skyward against a rather large oak tree. His lips were parted and from inside his mouth rubbed a tune against his throat, coming out as a rather tragic yet beautiful melody… one more beautiful than his brother could manage. His lip rings were left back home at the dorms and his lips were set into a very relaxed, very comfortable smile.

It was sunny out, a real scorcher today for sure and that was why Odin took cover under the shade of these big trees. He was relaxing, simply singing something very softly… a tune accompanied by his melancholic singing and honey-coated voice.

His hair was damp from the river and his body glistened with little droplets of water highlighted by the brilliant sun. His glacier blue eyes were half-closed, not concentrating or watching for victims. He was waiting for the tune to lure somebody in.

His arms rested limply by his sides, razorblade marks varying in length and depth crawled down his arms starting from his shoulder and trailing all the way down his hands. His was the very picture of the word relaxed… at ease, simply… just waiting for some poor lost soul to come to victimize.

(( I don't care if he has a plot to handle, that is so slow and the poor dear is bored. We can say this is after Gabriel but before getting attacked by Lucifer. Hope you don't mind me joining you doll. Let's just hope Odin can handle my dear. ))

The day was beautiful, the weather was lovely, the temperature was unbearable. And despite better judments to stay inside, Alice had decided to come outside to...well not relax, but he came outside just becuase. He had been bored what can he say? Nothing much really, especially since talking seemed to be a waste of time when no one was around.

And talking to himself was /so/ not his way.

He had a shirt on, hadn't yet tossed it, after all, his pale skin needed to remain covered. It was white, good for this sunny day, with 'GO COMMANDO' in big bold red letters. And of course, he was going commando, what crazy person wouldn't on this day? But he was also wearing his holiest (heh) and most broken in pair of jeans that he had. Looking good. They were rather tight of course, and naturally, it shown off his butt real well.

Even though there were holes just about everywhere. In other words. Practically more holes than fabric.

The pants were airy though, so he wasn't complaining. He was actually thanking that he didn't have thick hair, his was thin and thus he could let it drop down, it fell to a few inches past his butt. He had ditched the glassess today, they shined in his face, his own eyes could shine like that, he didn't need anything else.

He was walking along the shoreline, bare feet barely in the water, he had jumped in a while back but was dry all over again. In his hands were his flip flops, brown fancy like little things you'd see in Abercrombie and Finch. Of course, if Alice is going to dress like this, it might as well be a desginer label. He is not a cheap person.

He had been minding his own business really, walking along by himself until he heard the sound. It was pretty to him, he wasn't much of a singer himself, so he really couldn't judge. But that didn't stop him from, now did it? His eyes latched on to the source of that lovely sound. A lovely young boy. His relxed mouth now formed into a smirk but he relxed it, getting closer to the beaut.

And closer meant standing over the other, bent almost halfway, hair near the doll's face. Alice's own face was relaxed into a small smile. It was kind of hard to call it a small smile, but this is Alice's mouth we're talking about.

"Greetings little doll."

Smooth, deep, vibrating Alice tone. He's a charmer. Let's have fun.

((I don't mind at all. Been wanting to use Odin for a while now.))

A graceful and elegant eyebrow arched upon seeing the tall figure bend at the waist to look down at him. No he wasn't humiliated that he was so short, nor that the man was so tall, so he simply smiled wolfishly. This in no way compared to the way Alice could smile, and this particular wide-mouthed beauty didn't scare him but instead intrigued him...

The eyebrow was raised perhaps a tad higher when he called him little doll. Then his lips came together into a rather lopsided grin, causing the lovely tune to drift to a stop.

His eyes travelled back down his figure, gaze resting on Alice's crotch.

"Good evening." Odin offered, lips parting once again.

"Nice day, is it not?" Ah, the joy of small talk.

Alice's smile widened slightly, pleased that the pretty thing replied. After all, if he hadn't, then that wouldn't have been good. The angel was in a pleasant mood, a rare thing, but he was. An eyebrow of his own was raised, arched elegantly. He knew what the other was staring at. Teen boys. Good for when he was in the mood but annoying when they acted their age. Hopefully this one wouldn't be a dissapointment.

"Evening. I suppose it is pleasant, it'd be more pleasant if it was cooler though."

Then he could wear his leathers and really tight fuzzy sweaters that made people stop and stare at him. Soemtimes even he isn't sure whether they're staring at his gorgeousness or the fact that a man is wearing a tight fuzzy sweater. He prefers to think the former. His tone was as light as he could get it, rather breathy and casual.

This position was uncomfortable. He cocked his head.

"Mind if I join you?"

Whether the other said didn't matter, but it was always polite to ask first, was it not?

Odin might be somewhat annoying then, as he acted his age more often than not. Or did he act... somewhat older? In whatever case, Odin was likely to ravish him either way.

"Oh? But isn't that what the river is for?" He asked pleasantly, quietly, his voice as honey-coated and melodious as his singing. He always thought that people looked best when coming out of the water, with or without their clothes on. Preferably the latter, because it's rather hard to violate someone with their clothes on, isn't it? Still, the former was excellent eye-candy.

"Of course not. What fool would mind?" A soft and rich chuckle.

"Yes it is."

Alice sat down beside Odin, leaning back on his hands, platinum hair shining against the sand that it lay on. Both eyes looked down to Odin, not in any harsh way, a simple look. He had already looked the other over. Very nice. Small, but very nice.

"I already did and I'm tempted to jump in again."

He really was. A wet Alice was absolutely delicious, thus why he never allows anyone in the shower with him or else he'd get all messy again. Odin would be lucky to get to see Alice wet, white shirt soaked through and pants clinging to his body. How's that as an image to help get a hard on.

"You might be surprised how many."

Some females, some males, a large group of people actually. Generally the timid are too nervous to do anything so really they can't be counted on. Unless they are violent, then that's a different story. Sometimes he likes it when they fight back, sometimes he doesn't. This boy looks like he wouldn't mind at all. Though he probably would perfer the one doing the fucking. But with Alice, that wouldn't happen, Odin was not yet old enough to bring much for Alice. Now Alice doing Odin? The boy would be happy for a long while. He'd probably want more.

Would that be bad or good? Probably either or.

Odin, to Alice, would probably be just a perhaps bland appetizer. He could be delicious and tempting when he wanted to be, but Alice probably wouldn't think so. Still he smiled, patting the ground beside him before Alice finally sat down.

Odin looked over and up at him, gaze flicking to his eyes now. He coked his head to the side in a way, looking him over once more. What luck, such a divine creature. But Alice probably already knew how beautiful he was and he looked like the type to take advantage of that.

"Really now? That really is too bad." He shook his head, damp red locks of hair falling into his icy blue eyes.

Yes, perhaps that may be true, but Alice can make a meal out of anything. Even young boys like Odin. Odin was delicious and tempting in a young boy way, even Alice might be slightly tempted by the doll. And another yes, Alice is very aware of how attractive he is and at times he uses his looks for advantages and sometimes he doesn't. It all depends on his mood. He can be rather like a woman, but don't tell him. That would not put you on his good list.

"It is a shame indeed, but I live, there are other much more...interesting and lovely people out there who are more willing."

He cast an ever so slightly admiring look, one that would make girls generally woo or send chills. It may or may not work on Odin, being the tough young thing he seems to be. But even the toughest of things can crack, even Alice.

The movement of hair caught Alice's eyes and he looked at it, almost fascinated. It was slightly dissapointing that the boy obvously dyed his hair, but Alice didn't care at the moment. He had a hair fetish and the boy's hair looked so soft. How tempting. Is his skin as soft as his hair looks?

Alice leaned in, his eyes were intense and burning. No, he wasn't about to tackle and ravish the boy, now anyways. He was staring hard at the other, as if coming to decisions. Not even Odin could pull off such a look, he was much too young yet as some say. Not even sexually matured. Alice was. And he leaned back. That look was the one where the ones they were staring at felt their temperature rise and body prickle.

How well did Odin fare?

Odin would be highly offended to know he was just a meal and nothing more. He wouldn't allow people to take interest in him simply because he was the one who was supposed to take interest in a temporary mate, and well.... knowing he was put in a situation on the end his victims generally were was definitely not flattering.

"More willing? Aren't the more interesting ones the ones that aren't willing?" He purred in a whisper, running his fingers absently through his mildly tangled hair. He still smiled but he showed no outward sign of wanting to ravish him yet. Odin was hard to crack and didn't usually give into temptation.

Odin parted his lips again, leaned in ever so slightly though didn't give into the stare. Not yet... but oh, how desperately he wanted to!

If Odin impressed Alice even so slightly, he might become a little toy of his. Of course Odin would never find out he was a toy unless he dissapointed or angered Alice. Becuase Alice was like that. give some more if he was pleased or take some back if he was not. A fickle thing. And if Odin got boring after a while, he'd get dumped. Dumped in the sense of 'you're not worth my time anymore'. Sometimes Alice would let his ex-toy know, sometimes he'd just turn and walk away, effectively ignoreing them.

Alice's smile took on a hint of a smirk. "Unwilling ones?" He was starting to like the kid. "Yes, yes, they are, but after a while, all the wailing and trying to get you off of them gets tiring. So sometimes I take a break. But then the willing ones get boring becuase they all want to get in your pants. I equal them out really."

The 'I take it you have to...' was left unsaid, but hanging in the air. Alice has no problem with dissucssing his past times. No one asks really though, so he doesn't bring it up. Odin was lucky to get such an answer. Sometimes it would have been a simple 'Yes' but remember, Alice is in a good mood. And the other's expression was just wonderful.

Alice teased him again, leaning forward, his mouth merely centimeters away from the other's. He was staring in those eyes, such pretty things. This boy reminded him of a doll, delicate looking but oh so strong. What a firey spirit. He gave a 'hn', smile on his face and he pulled back before the other could do anything.

"You have fun playing with them don't you?"

Who is them? Why, who else besides the ones Odin chooses as his 'playmates' for the day or time or as longas he wants to play with them. What a fun time the boy must have.

He almost snorted but instead only chuckled again, his stare as empty and soulless as it were firey and explosive or cold and piercing. It was a lot of different things, but now it was passionately cold and iridescent. "That's why gutting them afterwards is so much fun."

Odin's lips curled into what looked like a snarl but was really an amused smirk as Alice came closer and then pulled away. Odin never moved, his gaze settling and heavy.

"Of course I do." There was pride in that statement, not the kind of 'how did you know?' sort of thing his brother would pull. He didn't care if others knew about him... hell, he'd like people to know what he did to others.

"And you do too, I'm assuming. Others break when they're tempted, don't they?" Odin seemed all too amused by this.

"Mm, you like getting messy, hm?"

Alice leaned all the way back, laying down, head turned slightly to look over at Odin every now and then. Kids today, how horrible, must have been abused when he was young or something. He smells human, nothing else really. Alice's nose twitched as if in response.

"I've eaten parts of my victims...generally..." Alice smirked "Fae." Oh dear, blabbering once again. Whether the boy understands or not doesn't matter, Alice likes to tell. "Such pretty, lithe things, real snobs though. Like an ex of mine." It was a mutual dump, sex was great, they lookd great together, but they hated eachother's guts in the end. Relationships always seem to go from sweet to sour. "But generally I avoid eating victims. I torture them, that's all really. Knives are a favorite tool, very useful since I really don't have mch else to use besides these..."

At the word 'these', he raised a slender, petticured hand, moving the fingers slowly before resting it back on his chest.

"Yes, I do. It's even better when they're convinced that you love them, then you break them..." Alice was a professional heartbreaker. "In body and spirit as they say...I don't like boring or angsty persons...very much unfun, because either their too stupid to do anything, or they're endlessly sobbing about their miserable life...then there are the ones that bed you to kill them...I just permanetly paralyze them. Even worse than dying."

Yes, Alice thinks there are worse things than dying.

"You could tell?" Sarcasm.

"Avoid eating them? Oh, that's much too bad." Odin turned his head to avoid Alice's gaze after he raised on hand. He closed his eyes. "An ex? Why bother with such petty things such as relationships?" This time he actually did snort, holding an arm across his chest, hugging his body.

"Angsty ones? I do them a rather large favor." Feral yet lazy and relaxed smirk. "I kill them. In their afterlife they should come back and thank me." Odin shrugged rather nonchalantly.

"Oh? Really now? How do you know that?" Alice has been paralyzed? Or did he just assume?

(Soooooooo sucky. I'm so sorry. >.<)

Alice raised an eyebrow at the sarcasm of the other, my my my, the little thing had an attitude. For some reason that ticked Alice off. Probably because kids with attitudes ticked him off, generally becasue they thought themselves as more important. Feh, kids. And the boy was avoiding his eyes, now why would that be?

"Why bother? Mainly boredom, and experimenting..." Alice liked experimenting, and he liked relationships. Time was nothing to him and he oculd have one that lasted a century and it would mean nothing to him. He gave a shrug. "Why do you kill people?"

"Mm...I might not have lived for a long time, but I've seen enough angsty people to make them boring...except the one with the pretty eyes...the little traurige Auge Schönheit..." Very proper and well pronounced German. Does anyone remember who that was? Alice remembers very clearly. there had been someone else with him, but if he couldn't remember than the person wasn't important.

"Anyways...I do know what it's like, but it's a rather unpleasant memory." It was a punishment of his Mum's when he misbehaved horribly one time. Never did anything bad again, it was horrible. He turned onto his side, arm comfortably on the waist and head laying on his arm. What a pretty sight.

"Why? Because it's fun to wath people squirm and suffer and cry out in agony. Because it's amusing to feel inside their body with your hand and burst their beating heart so it explodes." He smirked and rested his hands behind his head, elbows out to either side. "Not to get carried away or anything."

"Oh, really?" Odin mused, his curioisity piqued, "and why's that? What made him so different?" A simple yawn. Not that he was bored, just a little tired. "And what's that you just said?" Odin didn't know German, so no sense in guessing a meaning.

"Temporary paralysis? Like a spell?" Odin just assumed things too quickly.

That was slightly a bit much for Alice, but he did not show any outside signs of disturbment. The actions were not what disturbed Alice, it was the fact that this boyenjoyed them so much. Kids like this always scared him. How screwed up. He layed on his stomach, crossing his arms and resting his forhead on them. His voice was still audible though.

"What made him different? Hell if I know...probably the fact he was stroner than me and interested in chasing me and constantly annoying me. Hell if I know what made him different, I just got used to him..." Really great sex. "Was with him a while...dunno how we sayed together..." Really great sex. "But it was an...interesting thing nontheless." Because of the really great sex. Alice only dumped him becuase of that one time Lucian actually cheated on him. It was only one time but Alice perfers commitment in a relationship.

What did he say? "Little traurige Auge Schönheit...German pet name for the pretty little thing...not the most original thing. It means sad eyed beauty bascially. Not original in the least but it suited him."

"It was temporary one could suppose, was stick like that for about...nearly twenty years." Frightening isn't it? "I have no idea what she used, Mother was always full of surprises..." Generally painful surprises.