[mature] From The Ashes We Will Rise-[Despayr]

[Despayr]

Despayr

Flattery was a natural talent she aquired over many years.  It's how she kept her head attached.  The right words, chosen carefully, could thrust you forward and the wrong ones could end you just as swiftly.  Learning to bite your tongue was something she had struggled with for years as well.  Mostly, her knowledge of her way of surviving came from her brother Waylan.  He had been obsessed with her and his control over every aspect surrounding her.  She protested and suffered grave consequences (a deep wound of scarred tissue was evidence enough).  It made her stronger, smarter... 

Now she finds herself wrapped in a tangled web of lust and power, so she proceeds carefully.  Testing the waters, bit by bit.  Indictive words flow from his lips and her grin curls just slightly more.  She can see he can give as much as take.  This was good information to gather.  Knowing the limits of the boundaries of which you push, before they push back, was vital to her existence here.  

He holds himself close, possessively so.  His dark maw lingers ever closer and she moves just the slightest to brush her velveteen lips across his.  The touch is fleeting and when he looks into her eyes, questioning her willingness to stay, she states in a low almost whimper, "I am yours to do with as you please, my King." Soft, almost wanting eyes, trail from the darkness of his, down his chiseled profile and end at his lips...  

This Is What They Came For

@[Arthas]