Five Senses

'Eyo! Doing a bit of writing exercises to get my writer's block out of here. This will be a short series of prompts, probably less than 1000 words, max. But please, encourage me with reviews! I need a lifter once in a while, and it will help my writer's block disappear faster.

Anyways, disclaimer stuff: Don't own, with a capital D.

Note: Mainly Nel's narrative about…well, you should know who I write about already.

Five Senses – Sight (1/5)

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'This man…what a JERK he is.' Nel thought as she stared at him. 'Look at him…sitting there with that smug look…I want to wipe it off his face.' The man was merely leaning back in his chair in a restful position; there was not smug look in sight, especially considering that it was in fact, a frown.

She scowled as he caught her staring at him. 'He knows I'm staring…ooh, now here comes the grin and those mischievous eyes of his…' The man had in fact grinned, turning his frown into a slight view of pearly whites, a contrast to his slightly pale skin. His eyes, a dark crimson color, were glinting with devious, teasing look.

Her eyes narrowed, 'Then he's going to tease me for it…those soft, sensuous lips of his are going to bring me down a few notches like it usually does…'

His lips did move, they formed the sentence, "Staring is not polite, Zelpher…" Her narrowed eyes never backed down from his face though, from his lips. She continued to stare quite sternly at him. "Hmph," he snuffed when he didn't receive a response, his lips slightly pouting out as he did so.

Nel's staring had not ended there; she continued to mentally critique his looks, having a remark about whatever little thing her eyes landed on him.

'And that hair…he's covering his eyes with it again. Couldn't stick to just one color so he had to get blonde tips…how tacky.' Nel stared at the mane of hair on the man's head. It was, how to put it, slightly messy, layered, and spiked, all in one. The blonde tips added a different flavor to his overall, dark brown hair.

Her eyes traveled down his body: sleek, not an over-growthage of hair in sight, and scrawny, not an ounce of fat to be seen anywhere. 'Is he really a man? How can he be a killer with a skinny body such as his?' Upon further glancing, he did have muscle, though not very visible.

She sighed and walked over to the man. She stood in front of him, staring him down again for the umpteenth time and he merely stared back. Out of nowhere she plopped down on his lap, making him sit up some in order for them to be comfortable.

"What was that for woman?" He growled.

She had yet to remove her eyes from him. "Albel, you're a scrawny jerk with smug looks, teasing eyes, soft lips, and the weirdest hair I've ever seen, but you know what…I love you for it."

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Yeah…'Kay, that didn't come out like I expected, but huh, it's pretty okay!

Hope you all liked it, short and sweet. Don't worry! I'm working on the next chapter of OTM (One Time Mistake), and if I don't get it up within the next month, you may torture me with pitchforks…