I meet the razor blade of his smile with one of my own, a wolfish exposure of teeth more than a sign of humor. He's so sure he's right about me, and maybe he is. I am cruel, and I don't belong anywhere, these are not ground breaking ideas to me. But boring? Well, that we'd have to agree to disagree on.
"Do I look boring to you?" I ask, voice a low, sweet rasp across my tongue. He leans closer, and I push down the urge to step back, to forfeit ground to this devilish creature. "I think you're speaking from experience. I think you're just as much of a misfit outcast and you stay in that wasteland because it's all you know." I prod at the same bone he'd been gnawing in me, digging claws into the exposed nerve.
It hadn't taken very much at all to knock the mask of diplomacy from his hard face. He'd dropped it as soon as I'd started in on his home. It was a weak point for him, perhaps, a nick in his armor. With languid motion I stretched one leg in front of the other, a lazy circle mapping a ring around him. My inner wing grazed the curve of his hip as I pass, the feathers gliding insubstantial over star-dappled skin.
Despite the fear that has been writhing in my gut, I continue on with practiced cool. It never paid to let fear control me, even if it crawled up my throat and demanded release. Experience has taught me it only made the blood lust stronger to those with a taste for it. And this fellow? He had the taste.
My little walkabout brought me back around, to stand facing him. Eyes hooded, I did what he asked, and leaned in. In parody of the intimacy a lover might have, I lifted my face to hover close by his own, lips brushing the fine hairs of one ear. "Are you sure it isn't your own fear you're smelling, darling?" I asked, the endearment as much a threat in my mouth as it had been in his. Quick as thought, my teeth clipped the muscle of his neck, a pinch not designed to draw blood.
The lightest trace of saliva remained on him, a reminder that would burn the memory of me into his skin long after we parted ways.
@[draco]
"Do I look boring to you?" I ask, voice a low, sweet rasp across my tongue. He leans closer, and I push down the urge to step back, to forfeit ground to this devilish creature. "I think you're speaking from experience. I think you're just as much of a misfit outcast and you stay in that wasteland because it's all you know." I prod at the same bone he'd been gnawing in me, digging claws into the exposed nerve.
It hadn't taken very much at all to knock the mask of diplomacy from his hard face. He'd dropped it as soon as I'd started in on his home. It was a weak point for him, perhaps, a nick in his armor. With languid motion I stretched one leg in front of the other, a lazy circle mapping a ring around him. My inner wing grazed the curve of his hip as I pass, the feathers gliding insubstantial over star-dappled skin.
Despite the fear that has been writhing in my gut, I continue on with practiced cool. It never paid to let fear control me, even if it crawled up my throat and demanded release. Experience has taught me it only made the blood lust stronger to those with a taste for it. And this fellow? He had the taste.
My little walkabout brought me back around, to stand facing him. Eyes hooded, I did what he asked, and leaned in. In parody of the intimacy a lover might have, I lifted my face to hover close by his own, lips brushing the fine hairs of one ear. "Are you sure it isn't your own fear you're smelling, darling?" I asked, the endearment as much a threat in my mouth as it had been in his. Quick as thought, my teeth clipped the muscle of his neck, a pinch not designed to draw blood.
The lightest trace of saliva remained on him, a reminder that would burn the memory of me into his skin long after we parted ways.
@[draco]