He is dangerous, but not obviously so. He is the monster that lurks beneath the surface of a calm sea, an inconspicuous veil hiding something far darker. It is a thrilling thing, to be this close to someone that wanted to undo her. She only catches some of his thoughts – most of them are too embedded into his subconscious, beyond what she can grasp onto – as she is too distracted by what he outwardly portrays, but she hears enough. She has met many that were irritated by her; several that she had thoughts of annoyance and mild violence flash across their minds as they withstood her relentless games. She was not experienced enough to truly incite fear into anyone; typically, she just entertained herself by seeing how far she could push someone. Vulgaris had been her first endeavor with seeing what she could really do. It was easy, when he had no memories to go off of.
She still wasn’t seasoned enough to try that with just anyone, but she had always loved a challenge, she found herself thinking as she watched him with a careful regard.
They could explode, the two of them. Spontaneously combust just from merely existing in each other’s presence, as they both clawed for control of their desires and urges. She can feel him spiraling, his thoughts racing almost faster than she can keep up, but there is enough to quicken her pulse in delight. “A walk would be lovely,” And the words are so soft they are almost sweet, tipping her pretty head to smile up at him. She glides past him, and for a moment her skin brushes so lightly against his body it could have almost been taken for an accident, if it had not been for the way she tilts her gaze backwards to him with a knowing lift of her lips, beckoning him to follow.
She waits for him to draw alongside of her, not really paying attention to where they walk. She is too focused on him, on the tension that bounces like electricity between them, on the scattered thoughts and words that she picks from his mind. “Do I unsettle you, Whitter?” Her voice is a murmur, hushed, as though she was worried someone was listening. “You unsettle me,” Her cobalt-blue eyes glance sideways at him, glinting impishly from behind a frame of almost-black forelock. “Just a little bit, though.”
@[Whitter]
