03-07-2022, 10:51 PM
open hand or closed fist would be fine
--rosemary
the blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine
Rosemary has always felt as if she belonged amongst dark revelry and bad spirits, face pasted with a wicked grin and wild eyes. Such scenes are what she sees in her dreams: chaos, surprise, possession. A secret world she keeps safely cushioned and shielded in her mind, just waiting for the right companion to reveal it to. She doesn't know that Obscene is that companion, but she thinks he might be a curious experience to have along her quest.
Another long draught and fluttering of her lashes later, Rose flicks her ears carelessly in Obscene's direction. She's finding it harder and harder to control her movements. Her mind slows and she grins lazily. Rose thinks the once-prince must find her as amusing as she finds him, though she wonders if he has the power to perceive as much about her as she has about him. Slowly, the shimmery black, gold, and red of Obscene's aura fades into a blurred mess before entirely disappearing. A miffed frown briefly turns Rose's lips down, but the nectar allows her to easily blink the upset away. Her leisurely grin returns. At least she can still sense his surface-level contentment.
Curling her head around to stare at Obscene through low lashes, Rosemary watches as he traces the lines of her shoulder. She starts to offer a quick answer to his thinking out loud when he speaks again. Rose stares at him through her drooping eyelids, feeling both exhilaration and something akin to pity. Turning away for a moment, Rose pauses to think, then empties yet another bowl of nectar.
"To be clear," Rosemary begins to murmur, turning back around to lightly graze Obscene's neck with her mouth, "I have never and will never lie to myself about what I truly want." A low, almost-sultry laugh builds in the back of her throat as she leans into his touch. "I will always want danger," she adds softly, facing forward once again.
"Are you offering it to me?" The question is just above a whisper, low and strained.
Another long draught and fluttering of her lashes later, Rose flicks her ears carelessly in Obscene's direction. She's finding it harder and harder to control her movements. Her mind slows and she grins lazily. Rose thinks the once-prince must find her as amusing as she finds him, though she wonders if he has the power to perceive as much about her as she has about him. Slowly, the shimmery black, gold, and red of Obscene's aura fades into a blurred mess before entirely disappearing. A miffed frown briefly turns Rose's lips down, but the nectar allows her to easily blink the upset away. Her leisurely grin returns. At least she can still sense his surface-level contentment.
Curling her head around to stare at Obscene through low lashes, Rosemary watches as he traces the lines of her shoulder. She starts to offer a quick answer to his thinking out loud when he speaks again. Rose stares at him through her drooping eyelids, feeling both exhilaration and something akin to pity. Turning away for a moment, Rose pauses to think, then empties yet another bowl of nectar.
"To be clear," Rosemary begins to murmur, turning back around to lightly graze Obscene's neck with her mouth, "I have never and will never lie to myself about what I truly want." A low, almost-sultry laugh builds in the back of her throat as she leans into his touch. "I will always want danger," she adds softly, facing forward once again.
"Are you offering it to me?" The question is just above a whisper, low and strained.
@Obscene