[ The second his chest is bared, she makes no hesitation to touch him. To slide her fingers across his skin, to run trace the lines that mark him so different to others. Ravenous in a way she had not been in so long. How court would laugh and be shocked, if they saw her such, her hands soft and rough in equal measure. Shivering as he breathed her in, feeling every breath of his, like it was taking something out of her. Leaving her empty and desperate to take back whatever it was he seemed to take her that left her so wanting.
She murmured it back to him, indistinct perhaps, a mixture of languages because one did not seem enough to describe. But it amounted to the same meaning, breathed against him, over and over with kisses pressed to his skin. ( I want you, I want you. ) ]
You shall not disappoint me, as all men do.
[ A ultimatum, a surety that he would never let her fall. Because this was nothing like what they offered. There was no politics, no cold words disguised as pretty sonnets, no false intentions held by expectations that had to be met. There was just a brutal, encompassing need, and he could not fail her in it, not as they did. They who could not warm her, soothe her, could not give her this truth -- and more base than that, when he rolled against her and she gasped again. Not this time, for air stolen from her, but with the heat that was like canon fire. Her nails raked down his back with viciousness that was not expected from a lady, but expected from a Queen.
With one hand, she could rule, and with the other, she would conquer.
Strange thing it is to be held and still keep her pride, but she would never waste a opportunity. Her leg slid so carefully up his side, forcing to press every intimate part of herself to him. Arms about his shoulders, as she steals a kiss again so briefly. ] Then do not waste me.
[ Her eyes still bright and her lips she knew, stained darker from kissing him. ]
She murmured it back to him, indistinct perhaps, a mixture of languages because one did not seem enough to describe. But it amounted to the same meaning, breathed against him, over and over with kisses pressed to his skin. ( I want you, I want you. ) ]
You shall not disappoint me, as all men do.
[ A ultimatum, a surety that he would never let her fall. Because this was nothing like what they offered. There was no politics, no cold words disguised as pretty sonnets, no false intentions held by expectations that had to be met. There was just a brutal, encompassing need, and he could not fail her in it, not as they did. They who could not warm her, soothe her, could not give her this truth -- and more base than that, when he rolled against her and she gasped again. Not this time, for air stolen from her, but with the heat that was like canon fire. Her nails raked down his back with viciousness that was not expected from a lady, but expected from a Queen.
With one hand, she could rule, and with the other, she would conquer.
Strange thing it is to be held and still keep her pride, but she would never waste a opportunity. Her leg slid so carefully up his side, forcing to press every intimate part of herself to him. Arms about his shoulders, as she steals a kiss again so briefly. ] Then do not waste me.
[ Her eyes still bright and her lips she knew, stained darker from kissing him. ]
[When Alec slips in, Greed coils up. A python to its catch and he places the length of his arm to the other's back. Holds him still, adjusting the threat of a slip to right him just so. Spreading his thighs, giving a tilt forward so that foreheads practically knock.]
You really haven't been paying attention at all, have you. [The Sin says and oh, there's that grin. That smile that's sick and jagged; laced heavily with hell-fire and warm just the same. Something that's not quite right, not quite human. The flavor of it similar, but there's the kick at the back of the throat to change the pallet.]
[Greed pushes his forehead to Alec's. Shoves flesh to flesh as his hand opens and spreads. He slides down a back exposed, running the pads of his fingers over fabric. Makes it ripple and twist.]
[By comparison, he's small. Small with enough of a back-lashing tongue to play the devil at his own game. Swimming in water invested with one shark alone and the kid's already made it clear that he doesn't care about the cuts. The bruises or the blood.]
[In fact, that seems to be the only thing he really, truly wants.]
[But things surprise and Greed's not a creature to say no. Especially not when an opportunity strikes his fancy and his teeth open just a crack. Alighting the points, drawing them crooked. An opening maw to swallow and he whispers to a neck as he tips his head lower. To shove himself underneath Alec's eager throat.]
What, were you expecting something else? I thought I made it pretty clear, Alec. Everything in this world is mine, after all.
[The homunculus flicks up his glance and his shades fall. Purple-gaze exposed. Eye to eye, tooth to tooth and his fingers trail back up. To push at the base of the other's skull, sinking his nails in just to bite and scratch. But not to harm, not to leave a mark.]
[Because he knows better and this arrangement's something a bit more than a casual fuck between good ol'chums. Something else, something more and if anything, he's at least built for the occasion.]
[Click and a free hand reaches past the grab at the left-overs of his scotch.] Eh- [Greed says as he shoves a nose to Alec's throat, inhale crisp.] - you're not going to be entirely honest with me, are you?
You really haven't been paying attention at all, have you. [The Sin says and oh, there's that grin. That smile that's sick and jagged; laced heavily with hell-fire and warm just the same. Something that's not quite right, not quite human. The flavor of it similar, but there's the kick at the back of the throat to change the pallet.]
[Greed pushes his forehead to Alec's. Shoves flesh to flesh as his hand opens and spreads. He slides down a back exposed, running the pads of his fingers over fabric. Makes it ripple and twist.]
[By comparison, he's small. Small with enough of a back-lashing tongue to play the devil at his own game. Swimming in water invested with one shark alone and the kid's already made it clear that he doesn't care about the cuts. The bruises or the blood.]
[In fact, that seems to be the only thing he really, truly wants.]
[But things surprise and Greed's not a creature to say no. Especially not when an opportunity strikes his fancy and his teeth open just a crack. Alighting the points, drawing them crooked. An opening maw to swallow and he whispers to a neck as he tips his head lower. To shove himself underneath Alec's eager throat.]
What, were you expecting something else? I thought I made it pretty clear, Alec. Everything in this world is mine, after all.
[The homunculus flicks up his glance and his shades fall. Purple-gaze exposed. Eye to eye, tooth to tooth and his fingers trail back up. To push at the base of the other's skull, sinking his nails in just to bite and scratch. But not to harm, not to leave a mark.]
[Because he knows better and this arrangement's something a bit more than a casual fuck between good ol'chums. Something else, something more and if anything, he's at least built for the occasion.]
[Click and a free hand reaches past the grab at the left-overs of his scotch.] Eh- [Greed says as he shoves a nose to Alec's throat, inhale crisp.] - you're not going to be entirely honest with me, are you?
[He's not gifted to the art of language and for a moment or two, his eyebrow raises as she speaks. Winding different noises from her mouth, though it's all too clear when her kisses trail and press. Easy enough to follow and he reads between the lines. The art of it lost to translation, but there's a mutual understanding.]
[They've been doing this too long for it not to come to this; each circling one another, two different harmonies finding a similar pulse and when her nails rake down, his dig in. A waltz all on its very own and he follows her two-step with a three-step. Scratches when she bites, kissing when she begs.]
[She's a ruler and she's made for it. Despite any calls to the contrary and she's right for the crown. But he's not interested in that, oh no. Being a ruler of a country is fine, but being king of the world?]
[That's something else entirely.]
[Her kiss keeps him silent, at least for a while. And as he lowers her to the ground below, he quickly moves to engulf her. Fire to the trail of gunpowder and she lit the match a long time ago. Months prior, when there were others to contend with and she had politely said no, in all manner of speaking.]
I don't plan to - I'm just not that kind of guy.
[When her back finds a solid surface, his claws retract. Instead, to smooth up her leg - jerking it without need of permission this time. Folding it to his back, running it along the jut of his hips, his torso. Melding the two together as his lips meet hers again. Shoving against them, dragging the points of his teeth to stain a darker color. Not to draw blood, of course. But to make them puffy and raw; to toss the curtain back and let her be her for once in her life.]
[Because avarice has no room for lies, no room for petty gestures. Sonnets and songs left to better men - or worse. But Greed didn't need them. Didn't want them. Complications of the court not his forte and he prefers things a bit finer, a bit more open. The underbelly of the world and that's where his kingdom truly lies. On the rough backside of bruised knuckles and terrible grins.]
[The 'Shield threatens to make her nails bounce as it shifts. The fluttering a wicked base-drum, sliding up and down. As if he's giving her the next taste of it and Greed lines his nails up with the inside of her thigh. Sliding back, dragging those deadly points to softer flesh. Chasing lines to a hint of red.]
Show me everything you've got, lovely.
[They've been doing this too long for it not to come to this; each circling one another, two different harmonies finding a similar pulse and when her nails rake down, his dig in. A waltz all on its very own and he follows her two-step with a three-step. Scratches when she bites, kissing when she begs.]
[She's a ruler and she's made for it. Despite any calls to the contrary and she's right for the crown. But he's not interested in that, oh no. Being a ruler of a country is fine, but being king of the world?]
[That's something else entirely.]
[Her kiss keeps him silent, at least for a while. And as he lowers her to the ground below, he quickly moves to engulf her. Fire to the trail of gunpowder and she lit the match a long time ago. Months prior, when there were others to contend with and she had politely said no, in all manner of speaking.]
I don't plan to - I'm just not that kind of guy.
[When her back finds a solid surface, his claws retract. Instead, to smooth up her leg - jerking it without need of permission this time. Folding it to his back, running it along the jut of his hips, his torso. Melding the two together as his lips meet hers again. Shoving against them, dragging the points of his teeth to stain a darker color. Not to draw blood, of course. But to make them puffy and raw; to toss the curtain back and let her be her for once in her life.]
[Because avarice has no room for lies, no room for petty gestures. Sonnets and songs left to better men - or worse. But Greed didn't need them. Didn't want them. Complications of the court not his forte and he prefers things a bit finer, a bit more open. The underbelly of the world and that's where his kingdom truly lies. On the rough backside of bruised knuckles and terrible grins.]
[The 'Shield threatens to make her nails bounce as it shifts. The fluttering a wicked base-drum, sliding up and down. As if he's giving her the next taste of it and Greed lines his nails up with the inside of her thigh. Sliding back, dragging those deadly points to softer flesh. Chasing lines to a hint of red.]
Show me everything you've got, lovely.
[ Months ago, it had been different, though like this, now, she wondered how she'd kept him at bay so long. Now she felt mad, possessed with some kind of lunacy as she tried to press against him as much as she could.
The moment she settled against the earth, her back arched, her chest rising up, her hands stretched above her head, to give him the space to move his hands. Indulgent, as her leg was drawn around him. Hair sprawled about her head and she craved every way he touched her. A guiltless moan slipping her lips before she could bite down on it.
With her eyes closed, for the time being at least, she could enjoy every place his trailed over. His warmth was a comfortable one, between her legs, and she held him there, shivering as his claws trailed up. Almost too harsh on skin too soft, that had not been touched...
... well longer than was to be considered, either way, it made her frown in concentration, pausing in a breath drawn in. Desperate for something he was taking so long to give her. The next buck of her hips was so much more impatient.
God it felt glorious, to have want and wanting so free, rolling over the surface of her like a wave. ]
Since you asked, my love. [ She used the way her legs were wrapped around him as leverage before she rolled them back. The smirk slipping onto her lips was of pure satisfaction as her hands brace on his chest. A mock lovers tone, because they weren't any kind of sweetheart that poets wrote of. They were crueler, more vain, and more free than anything so simplistic, than that. The smugness and pride settled over her like hair did as it fell about her shoulders.
Smug like she had the finest stallion between her legs, and she had every intent to ride him. Her body more than accustomed to the roll of hips that went with it, all that power under her, like she felt the hundred times she'd ridden. She dipped her body over him, fitting herself against him, her knees either side of his hips and she took her time. Wondering from his lips, to his neck, and she bit like she intended to mark, teeth pulling until she hoped it stung.
Then further down she slipped, along the curious fire hot lines that marked him out from any other man. Her fingertips pressed against the bones of his hips, holding him still as she pressed warm open mouthed kisses to the dip of skin and bone. Not so rough as the ones that preceded it, she took her time. Dragging each kiss out as long as she could, before leaving another and another, a trail from one side to the other. Letters on a manuscript muttered in French and breathed out into him.
It was only after she was done, that she pulled herself back up, pressing her breasts flat against his chest as she lay against him once more. The same smug grin there, pleased with herself. ]
The moment she settled against the earth, her back arched, her chest rising up, her hands stretched above her head, to give him the space to move his hands. Indulgent, as her leg was drawn around him. Hair sprawled about her head and she craved every way he touched her. A guiltless moan slipping her lips before she could bite down on it.
With her eyes closed, for the time being at least, she could enjoy every place his trailed over. His warmth was a comfortable one, between her legs, and she held him there, shivering as his claws trailed up. Almost too harsh on skin too soft, that had not been touched...
... well longer than was to be considered, either way, it made her frown in concentration, pausing in a breath drawn in. Desperate for something he was taking so long to give her. The next buck of her hips was so much more impatient.
God it felt glorious, to have want and wanting so free, rolling over the surface of her like a wave. ]
Since you asked, my love. [ She used the way her legs were wrapped around him as leverage before she rolled them back. The smirk slipping onto her lips was of pure satisfaction as her hands brace on his chest. A mock lovers tone, because they weren't any kind of sweetheart that poets wrote of. They were crueler, more vain, and more free than anything so simplistic, than that. The smugness and pride settled over her like hair did as it fell about her shoulders.
Smug like she had the finest stallion between her legs, and she had every intent to ride him. Her body more than accustomed to the roll of hips that went with it, all that power under her, like she felt the hundred times she'd ridden. She dipped her body over him, fitting herself against him, her knees either side of his hips and she took her time. Wondering from his lips, to his neck, and she bit like she intended to mark, teeth pulling until she hoped it stung.
Then further down she slipped, along the curious fire hot lines that marked him out from any other man. Her fingertips pressed against the bones of his hips, holding him still as she pressed warm open mouthed kisses to the dip of skin and bone. Not so rough as the ones that preceded it, she took her time. Dragging each kiss out as long as she could, before leaving another and another, a trail from one side to the other. Letters on a manuscript muttered in French and breathed out into him.
It was only after she was done, that she pulled herself back up, pressing her breasts flat against his chest as she lay against him once more. The same smug grin there, pleased with herself. ]
[When the world spins, it's to the tune of his laughter. Barking out to the moon and a creep of air escapes him. Like a puff of smoking from the gaping pit, his skull finding the cool touch of grass as she takes the reins and pulls.]
[Maybe in this situation, he is the prized horse. After months of trying and she's seizing the moment. To ride, to try to break him, and with the roll of her hips, he bucks to meet. As if he's threatening to send it right off, but it couldn't be further from the truth.]
[Elizabeth has always been similar to the kind of fighters he quickly got to know before. When he was stripped down and thrown into another vessel and their ways had been odd. Foreign like the language she speaks, a means to distract with one hand while the other was coming on quick with a blade. To kill with a hidden blow and all of her movements hark to the same.]
[Thankfully, he's not one easily surprised and when she makes kisses down those lines, he raises the temperature. Lets that unnatural heat flare in his arrays and they're similar to the red-hot stroke of a forge. To glisten in intricacies of a blade, to make it unique with the craftsman's own mark.]
Oh-? Didn't think you had it in you, lovely.
[Greed's not one to leave a deal without striking one of his own and claws meet when her breasts press against his chest. Shoving her up with another jerk of his hips, giving only a couple of seconds. Though, he's fast. Enough to settle a knee between spread legs, to let her ride out a thigh as he grinds it against her. Leather to naked flesh, the pool of fabric around them becoming more dense.]
[He takes a moment, though. To show off his collection of knives, slicing through the peeled-off remains. Letting cloth shutter and rip with ease before a palm comes out. To grip one of her wandering hands by the wrist, jerking it above his own skull. Forcing fingers to the spikes of his hair, every sharp point of him at her beck and all.]
[Greed pins it there and sure, it's an awkward angle. But it makes for a slippery slope and as his heels dig into the ground, he's sliding under her. Washing beneath her until her chest is at the mercy of his mouth and the Sin takes in an exposed nipple. Tugging it oh-so-gently between his teeth, tracing the round of it with an ear-tipped.]
[Because he wants to really hear it; everything she has to offer and he'll gladly take it all.]
[Maybe in this situation, he is the prized horse. After months of trying and she's seizing the moment. To ride, to try to break him, and with the roll of her hips, he bucks to meet. As if he's threatening to send it right off, but it couldn't be further from the truth.]
[Elizabeth has always been similar to the kind of fighters he quickly got to know before. When he was stripped down and thrown into another vessel and their ways had been odd. Foreign like the language she speaks, a means to distract with one hand while the other was coming on quick with a blade. To kill with a hidden blow and all of her movements hark to the same.]
[Thankfully, he's not one easily surprised and when she makes kisses down those lines, he raises the temperature. Lets that unnatural heat flare in his arrays and they're similar to the red-hot stroke of a forge. To glisten in intricacies of a blade, to make it unique with the craftsman's own mark.]
Oh-? Didn't think you had it in you, lovely.
[Greed's not one to leave a deal without striking one of his own and claws meet when her breasts press against his chest. Shoving her up with another jerk of his hips, giving only a couple of seconds. Though, he's fast. Enough to settle a knee between spread legs, to let her ride out a thigh as he grinds it against her. Leather to naked flesh, the pool of fabric around them becoming more dense.]
[He takes a moment, though. To show off his collection of knives, slicing through the peeled-off remains. Letting cloth shutter and rip with ease before a palm comes out. To grip one of her wandering hands by the wrist, jerking it above his own skull. Forcing fingers to the spikes of his hair, every sharp point of him at her beck and all.]
[Greed pins it there and sure, it's an awkward angle. But it makes for a slippery slope and as his heels dig into the ground, he's sliding under her. Washing beneath her until her chest is at the mercy of his mouth and the Sin takes in an exposed nipple. Tugging it oh-so-gently between his teeth, tracing the round of it with an ear-tipped.]
[Because he wants to really hear it; everything she has to offer and he'll gladly take it all.]
[ It made her laugh, dry and deep from the back of her throat, cruel and for that, callous. ] Most don't. [ And they'd stood in horror when she killed as many as stood against her with a cold dismissive hand.
But she did not think Greed would shrink from her, for her cruelty. She was in good company. She regretted killing, but she'd never regret being strong. She did this in live defiance of them, of it all. She would be a woman and a Queen and she would lust as much as she reigned with ice in her voice. But the former would be his secret, in the end. And hers.
The press of his leg between hers, was enough to bring another gasp from her, a soft note to join the music between them. Her voice soft, an almost whine as she ground back against him. Wanting more than just that, but it seemed all he was willing to give her. The raw emptiness inside her building up still, where it had been a thought in her mind, now it seemed like a pressure.
Until he moved her and her head dropped by his, head cool against the grass the was underneath them, a hand sweeping across her neck to pull her hair out of the way. The hand not in his hair, curled into the earth instead as his teeth pulled in such a enticing way. Like this, she couldn't find his shoulder to smother herself, as she was so used to doing, couldn't bite down or swallow back the surprised gasped that escaped her, and she breathed out, her words became no more than a moan of pleasure. Strange that her loss of control shouldn't bother her, making sounds better fit for a harlot, but she wouldn't have him stop. Not for her kingdom or her crown, would she have him stop the way he made her whole body forget to breath, to do nothing but writhe against him.
The dirt was going to be embedded under her nails at how she pulled at it, trying to anchor herself back. Their secret. When he'd gone from her again, she'd ask to have this garden made private for her alone. She'd call it her garden of avarice, and her ministers would scold, and her skin would heat as it did now, every time she came here. Her secret, and it made her smile till her toes curled. ]
But she did not think Greed would shrink from her, for her cruelty. She was in good company. She regretted killing, but she'd never regret being strong. She did this in live defiance of them, of it all. She would be a woman and a Queen and she would lust as much as she reigned with ice in her voice. But the former would be his secret, in the end. And hers.
The press of his leg between hers, was enough to bring another gasp from her, a soft note to join the music between them. Her voice soft, an almost whine as she ground back against him. Wanting more than just that, but it seemed all he was willing to give her. The raw emptiness inside her building up still, where it had been a thought in her mind, now it seemed like a pressure.
Until he moved her and her head dropped by his, head cool against the grass the was underneath them, a hand sweeping across her neck to pull her hair out of the way. The hand not in his hair, curled into the earth instead as his teeth pulled in such a enticing way. Like this, she couldn't find his shoulder to smother herself, as she was so used to doing, couldn't bite down or swallow back the surprised gasped that escaped her, and she breathed out, her words became no more than a moan of pleasure. Strange that her loss of control shouldn't bother her, making sounds better fit for a harlot, but she wouldn't have him stop. Not for her kingdom or her crown, would she have him stop the way he made her whole body forget to breath, to do nothing but writhe against him.
The dirt was going to be embedded under her nails at how she pulled at it, trying to anchor herself back. Their secret. When he'd gone from her again, she'd ask to have this garden made private for her alone. She'd call it her garden of avarice, and her ministers would scold, and her skin would heat as it did now, every time she came here. Her secret, and it made her smile till her toes curled. ]
Entirely honest?
[Alec's spine is sharp under his skin, as sharp as his cheekbones and his words, all parts of him prickly and not a piece soft, not to a point where he'd even admit that much to himself.
His head tips back, baring his throat and Alec licks his lips, vulnerable and resolute at the same time. He wants this so much, even if the 'this' can be coached in only the vaguest of terms and the 'wanting' is something that Alec himself knows isn't healthy, and can't be too concerned about that fact. Maybe being the moth is never a particularly good call, but fire burns so brightly, and there's no use in being cold or alone in the dark either.]
I should certainly hope not.
[Alec's chin drops then, jutting out, as green eyes connect with purple, Alec's own filled with all sorts of things that he can and can't say, but inside all of that, challenge. The question of if Greed actually thinks he can handle Alec in this way, the expectation that he wants to -- not a hard confidence to have, when he's already admitted that much.]
What would the fun of that be?
[Alec's not exactly experienced in this, but he's certainly going to pretend to be more so, and he's not virginal, for all that a stray comment can sometimes make him react that way if he's not prepared for it, if he gets caught unaware. This isn't that sort of situation, and he imagines that there's not really anyone that could be fully prepared for an encounter with Greed.
That's at least a part of the appeal.]
Unless that's a part of your deal?
[That he will be honest or that he wants honesty... Alec leaves it ambiguous because the scorn in his voice would be there either way.
He trails his fingers across Greed's chest then down to the base of his shirt, to start to pull it up, to let his fingers slip underneath.]
[Alec's spine is sharp under his skin, as sharp as his cheekbones and his words, all parts of him prickly and not a piece soft, not to a point where he'd even admit that much to himself.
His head tips back, baring his throat and Alec licks his lips, vulnerable and resolute at the same time. He wants this so much, even if the 'this' can be coached in only the vaguest of terms and the 'wanting' is something that Alec himself knows isn't healthy, and can't be too concerned about that fact. Maybe being the moth is never a particularly good call, but fire burns so brightly, and there's no use in being cold or alone in the dark either.]
I should certainly hope not.
[Alec's chin drops then, jutting out, as green eyes connect with purple, Alec's own filled with all sorts of things that he can and can't say, but inside all of that, challenge. The question of if Greed actually thinks he can handle Alec in this way, the expectation that he wants to -- not a hard confidence to have, when he's already admitted that much.]
What would the fun of that be?
[Alec's not exactly experienced in this, but he's certainly going to pretend to be more so, and he's not virginal, for all that a stray comment can sometimes make him react that way if he's not prepared for it, if he gets caught unaware. This isn't that sort of situation, and he imagines that there's not really anyone that could be fully prepared for an encounter with Greed.
That's at least a part of the appeal.]
Unless that's a part of your deal?
[That he will be honest or that he wants honesty... Alec leaves it ambiguous because the scorn in his voice would be there either way.
He trails his fingers across Greed's chest then down to the base of his shirt, to start to pull it up, to let his fingers slip underneath.]
[For all the blood on her hands, for all the lives at her mercy, his is not. She could do whatever she wanted: shoot him, stab him, maim him, throw him to the pit, and still he'd find a way. Back from the black and smooth still. Maybe the definition of devil was right after all and as she groans, his smile widens around flesh. Opening of it wet and he trades teeth for a tongue. With the rough-crack of his lips to round and suck.]
[He can hear it, though. All the noises she makes and it's really too good. Far too kind and this is how he steals, how he keeps. Claimed not by chains to rattle or bars to hold, but by whispers that were anything but sweet-nothings. The choke of it raw, the sting of it to burn.]
[There's a smell of fresh dirt in the air when she bites nails in and he follows her. By tilting back his heel, forcing his rolling thigh to a stop. A jerk-still hold to apply the pressure and it's Hell's own game of chance.]
[All in, or all out.]
Sorry, lovely. You've got tell me - what is it you really want, hmn? [Greed's voice comes like sulfur. Too-hot, spewing with that sultry tone that seems to purr at his throat. His lips touching the naked part of her skin and he inhales softly; through his nose as he touches it to her breast.]
[Because while he won't exactly steal from her, he'll take. Snatch up whatever she's willing to give and it always comes to this: the final straw, to make or break a situation: a deal in the making.]
[But while he's demanding, he's not entirely ruthless and one claw extends. The feline to the kill, lining it up at the dip of her tail-bone. He settles there, though, and only trails up when he hears the earth moving again. When dirt grinds and there'll be evidence under her nails for someone else to take care of.]
[He can hear it, though. All the noises she makes and it's really too good. Far too kind and this is how he steals, how he keeps. Claimed not by chains to rattle or bars to hold, but by whispers that were anything but sweet-nothings. The choke of it raw, the sting of it to burn.]
[There's a smell of fresh dirt in the air when she bites nails in and he follows her. By tilting back his heel, forcing his rolling thigh to a stop. A jerk-still hold to apply the pressure and it's Hell's own game of chance.]
[All in, or all out.]
Sorry, lovely. You've got tell me - what is it you really want, hmn? [Greed's voice comes like sulfur. Too-hot, spewing with that sultry tone that seems to purr at his throat. His lips touching the naked part of her skin and he inhales softly; through his nose as he touches it to her breast.]
[Because while he won't exactly steal from her, he'll take. Snatch up whatever she's willing to give and it always comes to this: the final straw, to make or break a situation: a deal in the making.]
[But while he's demanding, he's not entirely ruthless and one claw extends. The feline to the kill, lining it up at the dip of her tail-bone. He settles there, though, and only trails up when he hears the earth moving again. When dirt grinds and there'll be evidence under her nails for someone else to take care of.]
[One heel kicks back to dig into the floorboards as Greed listens with unwavering attention. Even as eyes watch and ears tip in their direction, he keeps his stare on Alec. Taking in every note, every hitch of his breath and bump of his skin. For his age, he is incredibly sharp - bones just under the skin and covered only by a thin layer.]
[Somehow, Greed expects this is the way the kid wants to be. So, he doesn't pry the issue.]
[But he does raise a finger from his glass, when he's asked: whether or not the honesty is needed to seal the arrangement and the Sin chases a laugh over the bare of Alec's throat. Warm and foreboding, a touch of fire at every word he utters:] No, it's not a deal breaker. But I'd prefer it - after all, I've always done you the favor. Seems only fair, right?
[Though, Alec's not one to play by rules. Challenge and it's in his eyes, his voice. His body and every movement he makes; the younger to take on the Alpha and Greed moves his skull when a chin comes down. To round the edge of a neck, teeth parting at the shell of an ear.]
[The glass thuds behind them and Greed momentarily lifts his gaze away. Meeting the dull cough of an intruder and he greets with a growing smile.] Another one of these - [Tap, tap, tap to the rim of the glass.] - actually, make it two.
[The drink drags away at Alec's back. Taken by another of his manypossessions employees, bringing back privacy. Of which, Greed doesn't waste.]
[Instead, he grabs Alec's chin. Forcing it to tilt with a thumb and an index. Stroking a knuckle to his cheek.] I know you're a liar, Alec. But it doesn't seem right - you don't need to hold anything back, not with me.
But hey - whatever you want.
[Somehow, Greed expects this is the way the kid wants to be. So, he doesn't pry the issue.]
[But he does raise a finger from his glass, when he's asked: whether or not the honesty is needed to seal the arrangement and the Sin chases a laugh over the bare of Alec's throat. Warm and foreboding, a touch of fire at every word he utters:] No, it's not a deal breaker. But I'd prefer it - after all, I've always done you the favor. Seems only fair, right?
[Though, Alec's not one to play by rules. Challenge and it's in his eyes, his voice. His body and every movement he makes; the younger to take on the Alpha and Greed moves his skull when a chin comes down. To round the edge of a neck, teeth parting at the shell of an ear.]
[The glass thuds behind them and Greed momentarily lifts his gaze away. Meeting the dull cough of an intruder and he greets with a growing smile.] Another one of these - [Tap, tap, tap to the rim of the glass.] - actually, make it two.
[The drink drags away at Alec's back. Taken by another of his many
[Instead, he grabs Alec's chin. Forcing it to tilt with a thumb and an index. Stroking a knuckle to his cheek.] I know you're a liar, Alec. But it doesn't seem right - you don't need to hold anything back, not with me.
But hey - whatever you want.
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[Alec stiffens, goes rigid against Greed as soon as that intruder arrives and stays that way even after he's gone.]
[Stupid, stupid, to think that just because they were gone they would stay that way.]
[Naive, and unjustified as well, and so doubly unforgivable.]
[So Alec won't allow the touch to melt him, even as he does allow himself to moved, permits the touch with a little less enthusiasm, but still more than he should be doing in public.]
We should go somewhere private.
[Alec forces a little of the tension out of his spine, but it's clearly an artificial sort of relaxing now, and then he's moving to slide off of Greed's lap, before the person returns with drinks.]
Somewhere that will allow us to enjoy this a little more.
[And it's a good thing that he hadn't promised not to lie, because he's still doing it with his voice and that studious air of false comfort that isn't actually going to fool either of them.]
[Stupid, stupid, to think that just because they were gone they would stay that way.]
[Naive, and unjustified as well, and so doubly unforgivable.]
[So Alec won't allow the touch to melt him, even as he does allow himself to moved, permits the touch with a little less enthusiasm, but still more than he should be doing in public.]
We should go somewhere private.
[Alec forces a little of the tension out of his spine, but it's clearly an artificial sort of relaxing now, and then he's moving to slide off of Greed's lap, before the person returns with drinks.]
Somewhere that will allow us to enjoy this a little more.
[And it's a good thing that he hadn't promised not to lie, because he's still doing it with his voice and that studious air of false comfort that isn't actually going to fool either of them.]
[And he knows when to take a hint. It's a tell-tale sign the moment Alec goes stark-still and slides away. Asking without as much as a whisper and it's more of demand if anything else.]
[Greed isn't too bothered by it.]
[Instead, he places one hand to his own thigh, hoisting right up. The other reaches across ashy smoke to clip the two-offered drinks by the lip. They rattle when the bang together, clinking and grinding against each fragile edge.]
C'mon, then.
[Because he's not about to wait; not when what he wants has been sorely interrupted and the Sin births from the outside curb of his table. Side-stepping to find a winding road of more of the same, dipping in and sliding out with the graceful movements of an adder.]
[The music shifts when he moves. From the lull-hum of jazz, to a luscious strum of a single string-guitar. A waltz in step, though the lyrics don't quite fit: "We spoke of was and when, although I wasn't there. He said I was his friend, which came as a surprise."]
[There's enough space between them now and Greed stops at the foot of a winding staircase. Old, rickety - smudged in scuffs and smears from God-only-knew-what. But even that wasn't quite right. No God to harbor, not at these shores, and it's only the wealth of Hell that lines the walls. That keeps the bar holding together and Greed tosses up his free hand. Mark on the backside of his palm practically glowing in the yellowing-haze.]
Up here, friend. Less to worry about.
[Greed isn't too bothered by it.]
[Instead, he places one hand to his own thigh, hoisting right up. The other reaches across ashy smoke to clip the two-offered drinks by the lip. They rattle when the bang together, clinking and grinding against each fragile edge.]
C'mon, then.
[Because he's not about to wait; not when what he wants has been sorely interrupted and the Sin births from the outside curb of his table. Side-stepping to find a winding road of more of the same, dipping in and sliding out with the graceful movements of an adder.]
[The music shifts when he moves. From the lull-hum of jazz, to a luscious strum of a single string-guitar. A waltz in step, though the lyrics don't quite fit: "We spoke of was and when, although I wasn't there. He said I was his friend, which came as a surprise."]
[There's enough space between them now and Greed stops at the foot of a winding staircase. Old, rickety - smudged in scuffs and smears from God-only-knew-what. But even that wasn't quite right. No God to harbor, not at these shores, and it's only the wealth of Hell that lines the walls. That keeps the bar holding together and Greed tosses up his free hand. Mark on the backside of his palm practically glowing in the yellowing-haze.]
Up here, friend. Less to worry about.
Good.
[Alec can't deny the note of relief that seeps into his voice, the pleasure at the fact that Greed is going along with moving them, rather than simply calling this whole thing off as too much bother.]
[What Alec wanted, he'd said, and it seems as though he might have even meant it.]
[Alec takes the steps the way he's told to, staircase the familiar enough sort for him, given his location and era, as familiar in feel as the opulence and wealth that glitters everywhere he looks.]
[Alec was right, this is the sort of man that his grandmother's ruby belongs with.]
Is one of those drinks for me, or were you just trying to stock up?
[Alec asks it once he's at the top of the stairs, but he holds his hand out for one of the glasses, expectant all the same.]
Or I suppose they could be to save for a toast, after.
[Alec can't deny the note of relief that seeps into his voice, the pleasure at the fact that Greed is going along with moving them, rather than simply calling this whole thing off as too much bother.]
[What Alec wanted, he'd said, and it seems as though he might have even meant it.]
[Alec takes the steps the way he's told to, staircase the familiar enough sort for him, given his location and era, as familiar in feel as the opulence and wealth that glitters everywhere he looks.]
[Alec was right, this is the sort of man that his grandmother's ruby belongs with.]
Is one of those drinks for me, or were you just trying to stock up?
[Alec asks it once he's at the top of the stairs, but he holds his hand out for one of the glasses, expectant all the same.]
Or I suppose they could be to save for a toast, after.
blaaah sorry if this was terrible fjdfds was half asleep
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2014-01-08 03:40 pm (UTC)(link)
[ It takes will -- and a formidable one at that, -- to force her mind back from the tremble in her hands and arms, from the fever hot feeling building up in her stomach, between her legs. Where the slight touch was both too much and too little. The too tense way she held herself even as she forced herself up to look down at him.
She was too impatient, always had been, and she made a short noise to that end, her hips grinding down against his when he asked, as if he didn't know what she so greatly wished for. ]
As if you do not know. Would you have me beg? [ Laughing, she pushed at his shoulder. Then she dipped her head and nipped at his ear, her tongue flicking gently and she let out a sigh as his finger brushed across the base of her spine. The shiver working it's way up her flushed and too warm skin.
But she could tell him, keep her dignity and say the truth all the same. It wasn't a command or a demand. Nor was it begging. She expected and knew he would not fail her. That was not how their business worked. Even if instead of secrets of others that they so usually traded, it was heat and selfishness. ] I want to be a woman, for awhile. [ and she nipped at his ear, as if she could not bare the implications of those words, and she would rather sound playful than lonely. ] I want to touch as other women do and be touched the same. [ Not forever, not even until sunrise. But for now, for now it was all she wanted. Like this, without state pressing on her, she could tease and mock and have it all there, sitting below the surface with so little mask to cover it.
Her eyes lowered, admiring his chest, the curve of his muscles, and her finger traced across his collar bone, tapping there. ] I would have you be the one to ease this -- [ the relentless heat, the shivering and it seemed like bottomless hunger that every priest warned against when they spoke of avarice ] -- that you started in me, my love. I want you to be selfish with me. I want to be selfish with you. [ Her head tilted, bemused almost at her own honesty. ] Do I need to say more?
[ It was less, than some men wanted, but more than she had given anyone else. ]
She was too impatient, always had been, and she made a short noise to that end, her hips grinding down against his when he asked, as if he didn't know what she so greatly wished for. ]
As if you do not know. Would you have me beg? [ Laughing, she pushed at his shoulder. Then she dipped her head and nipped at his ear, her tongue flicking gently and she let out a sigh as his finger brushed across the base of her spine. The shiver working it's way up her flushed and too warm skin.
But she could tell him, keep her dignity and say the truth all the same. It wasn't a command or a demand. Nor was it begging. She expected and knew he would not fail her. That was not how their business worked. Even if instead of secrets of others that they so usually traded, it was heat and selfishness. ] I want to be a woman, for awhile. [ and she nipped at his ear, as if she could not bare the implications of those words, and she would rather sound playful than lonely. ] I want to touch as other women do and be touched the same. [ Not forever, not even until sunrise. But for now, for now it was all she wanted. Like this, without state pressing on her, she could tease and mock and have it all there, sitting below the surface with so little mask to cover it.
Her eyes lowered, admiring his chest, the curve of his muscles, and her finger traced across his collar bone, tapping there. ] I would have you be the one to ease this -- [ the relentless heat, the shivering and it seemed like bottomless hunger that every priest warned against when they spoke of avarice ] -- that you started in me, my love. I want you to be selfish with me. I want to be selfish with you. [ Her head tilted, bemused almost at her own honesty. ] Do I need to say more?
[ It was less, than some men wanted, but more than she had given anyone else. ]
[Greed tilts his head up and meets Alec with a warm sort of smile. One that isn't entirely laced with that sickly-nature of his. More of a simmer. Like coal-fire stroked to life and he takes the steps one at a time. The wood underneath groaning and ringing hollow under every heavy clip of solid heels.]
One for you and one for me. Though if it isn't your sort of thing - [His words filter off, slithering away from a tongue-forked. Eyebrows curving to follow his shades and he shrugs his shoulders. As if the rest could speak for itself.]
[Upstairs is far darker. The light from below receding to shadow, the haze drifting up from the bar settling between the floorboards. Other doors stay-half cracked down the splay of hallway, letting in sharp-cut lines of light to break up the constant shadow. Every moment of space undulating: from black to gold and back again.]
[It's fitting, if anything.]
[Greed's slow when he walks. Cutting heel over heel, point over point. It's practiced the way he saunters, like he's strutting all the way to the end. Hips swaying ever-so slightly and his torso moves. Left, right, left to catch up with the other and the Sin bends. Falls over the shelf of his hips, that smiling breaking with a wet-smack of his lips.]
A toast? Sure, if that's what you really want. [It's a weird request, but hey. Whatever the other wants and Greed finds the last door at the end of the corridor. Shoves his elbow to it and the clasp pops, the knob rolls. It's old and the fixings aren't exactly cream-of-the-crop. But he's never been one to judge a book by its proverbial cover.]
[No - avaricious nature finding the value in things most would take for granted and Greed slips right in. To a room that doesn't seem to have a light to its name, save for the slight pitch of moonlight coming in from a cracked window. And it washes earthy-tones in a gray-pitch, similar to that of a black-and-white film reel.]
[He sets the glasses down on a table as he passes through. Leaving them behind, both hands grabbing at the collar of his vest and he slides it from his shoulders. Pulling it until knuckles are thick and he tosses the signature garment onto the backside of an empty chair.]
Eh- you can close the door, if you want. It'll tell the rest of 'em not to bother.
One for you and one for me. Though if it isn't your sort of thing - [His words filter off, slithering away from a tongue-forked. Eyebrows curving to follow his shades and he shrugs his shoulders. As if the rest could speak for itself.]
[Upstairs is far darker. The light from below receding to shadow, the haze drifting up from the bar settling between the floorboards. Other doors stay-half cracked down the splay of hallway, letting in sharp-cut lines of light to break up the constant shadow. Every moment of space undulating: from black to gold and back again.]
[It's fitting, if anything.]
[Greed's slow when he walks. Cutting heel over heel, point over point. It's practiced the way he saunters, like he's strutting all the way to the end. Hips swaying ever-so slightly and his torso moves. Left, right, left to catch up with the other and the Sin bends. Falls over the shelf of his hips, that smiling breaking with a wet-smack of his lips.]
A toast? Sure, if that's what you really want. [It's a weird request, but hey. Whatever the other wants and Greed finds the last door at the end of the corridor. Shoves his elbow to it and the clasp pops, the knob rolls. It's old and the fixings aren't exactly cream-of-the-crop. But he's never been one to judge a book by its proverbial cover.]
[No - avaricious nature finding the value in things most would take for granted and Greed slips right in. To a room that doesn't seem to have a light to its name, save for the slight pitch of moonlight coming in from a cracked window. And it washes earthy-tones in a gray-pitch, similar to that of a black-and-white film reel.]
[He sets the glasses down on a table as he passes through. Leaving them behind, both hands grabbing at the collar of his vest and he slides it from his shoulders. Pulling it until knuckles are thick and he tosses the signature garment onto the backside of an empty chair.]
Eh- you can close the door, if you want. It'll tell the rest of 'em not to bother.
[He's silent at her proclamation; when she lets it all out, piece after piece, inch after inch. The only noise coming from him the parting of his lips to reveal a more jagged grin. One that prods and pushes, applying pressure to every part of his face that it graces.]
[Then, finally, he simply answers:] That's all I needed to hear, lovely.
[Greed's a basic need and there's no use denying it. Denying want, need, desire; lusting after things, possessions, sex, and status. Everyone wanted something and in the end, Elizabeth was the same. Taken by both the textbook tale and the living embodiment. To grab the heart and sink its teeth in and Greed moves to her command. Lifting from the torso and he hooks a claw between silver-steel and leather. Tears the clasp with a quick-fling jerk of a nail to open his slacks.]
[But he wastes little time and his legs drop and splay. Snatching her by those hips to roll her into original positions taken: back to stage one, her spine to the cool earth as he rides his own thighs. Lifting, rising and Greed watches her from the elevated position. Moon at his back, caressing over strange skin and a tight jaw.]
[For few seconds, then, he merely stares. With eyes made for the dark, the gentle-tick of a widening glance making those sharp-pupils expand. Predatory, dangerous, but oddly sincere.]
[Before it's all gone in a flash of too-white teeth.]
[The Sin takes a belt-loop in the curve of his thumb and in two-quick jerks, he's freeing himself from the constant leather. Making it wash and fall over his hips, down his thighs. Pooling at the knees and he shoves pants and boots aside with a kick-back of a leg.] Why don't you show me just who you really are, then.
[It's stated even as he eases himself back over her. Taking a shoulder and tipping them both. Until his own blades hit the ground with an audible thud, allowing her the perch she so rightly deserves. So desperately wants. On top of him and she can reign Queen however she likes. He wouldn't take that from her, not now, not when she's been so honest and as a set of talons grab her thighs, Greed motions the other to his mouth. 'Shield tumbling, flipping over and over itself until he's only got flesh to match.]
[He inspects his fingers, if only for a moment. Shrugs and shoves two into his mouth. Prodding past teeth, letting a tongue slide between to slick the surface and both release with a single pop of his gums. Surface-wet like black ice and he crawls a hand between her legs. Searching blindly, that look of his never leaving her eyes.]
Glad to hear you're finally seeing things my way, Elizabeth. No need to deny what you really want, after all. [Honest, to the point, and not in the fashion most normal men would speak. As if they were forcing the act, but even The Avaricious has standards, morals.]
[So when he presses moist fingers between her legs, it isn't forceful. Isn't even hard. Just a slight coil of knuckles laced. To feel and prod; to tease and caress.]
[Because he'll wait it out - for as long as it takes and he'll enjoy every second he can covet.]
[Then, finally, he simply answers:] That's all I needed to hear, lovely.
[Greed's a basic need and there's no use denying it. Denying want, need, desire; lusting after things, possessions, sex, and status. Everyone wanted something and in the end, Elizabeth was the same. Taken by both the textbook tale and the living embodiment. To grab the heart and sink its teeth in and Greed moves to her command. Lifting from the torso and he hooks a claw between silver-steel and leather. Tears the clasp with a quick-fling jerk of a nail to open his slacks.]
[But he wastes little time and his legs drop and splay. Snatching her by those hips to roll her into original positions taken: back to stage one, her spine to the cool earth as he rides his own thighs. Lifting, rising and Greed watches her from the elevated position. Moon at his back, caressing over strange skin and a tight jaw.]
[For few seconds, then, he merely stares. With eyes made for the dark, the gentle-tick of a widening glance making those sharp-pupils expand. Predatory, dangerous, but oddly sincere.]
[Before it's all gone in a flash of too-white teeth.]
[The Sin takes a belt-loop in the curve of his thumb and in two-quick jerks, he's freeing himself from the constant leather. Making it wash and fall over his hips, down his thighs. Pooling at the knees and he shoves pants and boots aside with a kick-back of a leg.] Why don't you show me just who you really are, then.
[It's stated even as he eases himself back over her. Taking a shoulder and tipping them both. Until his own blades hit the ground with an audible thud, allowing her the perch she so rightly deserves. So desperately wants. On top of him and she can reign Queen however she likes. He wouldn't take that from her, not now, not when she's been so honest and as a set of talons grab her thighs, Greed motions the other to his mouth. 'Shield tumbling, flipping over and over itself until he's only got flesh to match.]
[He inspects his fingers, if only for a moment. Shrugs and shoves two into his mouth. Prodding past teeth, letting a tongue slide between to slick the surface and both release with a single pop of his gums. Surface-wet like black ice and he crawls a hand between her legs. Searching blindly, that look of his never leaving her eyes.]
Glad to hear you're finally seeing things my way, Elizabeth. No need to deny what you really want, after all. [Honest, to the point, and not in the fashion most normal men would speak. As if they were forcing the act, but even The Avaricious has standards, morals.]
[So when he presses moist fingers between her legs, it isn't forceful. Isn't even hard. Just a slight coil of knuckles laced. To feel and prod; to tease and caress.]
[Because he'll wait it out - for as long as it takes and he'll enjoy every second he can covet.]
[ She wondered what he saw, as she gazed up at him, outlined in the moon and the stars. Her hand raised, and she traced the edge of his jaw, fingertips against rough skin, her smile soft and as sincere as the look in his eyes.
At least before she's helping him take off his pants, those fingers of hers greedy for the flesh -- and whatever else he was besides -- to be pressed against her. ]
Only for now, Greed. [ For now, for now, as if it made it less of a sin, as if she has as much conviction in the warning that he already knows. But as she slides herself over him, settling her legs either side of him, one warm kiss pressed to his chest before she moved it sit up straight.
And it's a second -- when his fingers reached where she had wanted pressure for so long, where she'd grown so warm and slick -- that everything goes from her mind. Her head tilted back and her lips parting in a word that never made it that far. As much pleased by it as she was surprised, the soft little shocked gasps that followed as the heat spread and curled through her.
But she'd said selfish and selfish was what she was, in the end, when her hand caught his wrist, to keep him right as he was. Her brow furrowed, lips pressed together tightly as she hummed softly to no true melody. ]
At least before she's helping him take off his pants, those fingers of hers greedy for the flesh -- and whatever else he was besides -- to be pressed against her. ]
Only for now, Greed. [ For now, for now, as if it made it less of a sin, as if she has as much conviction in the warning that he already knows. But as she slides herself over him, settling her legs either side of him, one warm kiss pressed to his chest before she moved it sit up straight.
And it's a second -- when his fingers reached where she had wanted pressure for so long, where she'd grown so warm and slick -- that everything goes from her mind. Her head tilted back and her lips parting in a word that never made it that far. As much pleased by it as she was surprised, the soft little shocked gasps that followed as the heat spread and curled through her.
But she'd said selfish and selfish was what she was, in the end, when her hand caught his wrist, to keep him right as he was. Her brow furrowed, lips pressed together tightly as she hummed softly to no true melody. ]
[ Her greeting to him was some mock formality, hardly so kind, in truth, if anyone knew what smiling eyes could hide. But all the same, with a love and a kindness she kept for only the most naive of children, she pressed a kiss to his cheek, her hand curling to cup his jaw. A lover, a wife, or an old friend. No one was ever bold enough to say what she meant by such an action. But to her, as ever, it was a game of smiles and twisted meaning.
And sweet as the gesture was, it was contrasted, by the blade she pressed into his hand, a gift and a request all at once. The blade was plain, no stones decorated it, though there was a carving engraved alone the pommel. There were a hundred blades like it in the city. It was why she had given it to him. It would be untraceable. ]
I've work for you, if you'd like it.
[ As if he would have no idea what that work was, like this was a meeting done in proud daylight and not in a back alley. Like they were respectable gentlemen. But she turned, trusting him enough to not run her through like a wild animal ( and so many said she was). Her skirts clutched in one hand and held as she navigated the old blood stains on the floor, like she could see them even now. Above it, even if she caused it. ]
[Alec likes alcohol, although it's been quite a while since he's had anything that might be considered good -- and even then, good by the standards of what his society can produce is hardly anything compared to Greed's -- and he's a little intrigued by what's in the glass, by what he had smelled on Greed's breath. It hardly compares to the mystery and appeal of the man, though.]
[He ignores the glasses for now, in favor of shutting the door with a definitive click.]
They had better not.
[Another interruption would be an interruption too many.]
[Having said that, though, is enough to make Alec let go of the possibility, enough to allow him to watch Greed with greed of his own in his eyes. Alec knows he's not all that much to look at, too thin and too many sharp angles to be considered handsome, but Greed looks prosperous and in control, the sort of person Alec might have hated if he were a lord (or maybe if Greed were a lord Alec would have a reason not to hate all of them). Besides, this room doesn't look like anything that a lord might have in his estate, and that's enough to make Alec relax quite a bit more, not having to feel like he has to be careful with the space or that Greed will kick him out for not looking like he belongs.]
[It's enough to lend Alec an air of arrogance, the assumption that he does belong, and that this space is a throne and he is a king. Arrogance comes the strongest to Alec when he's his most unsure, his most vulnerable.]
[At least it does help now, instead of setting him up to be punched. Alec drops his tattered black scholar's robe onto the floor without caring where it may fall and shifts towards Greed, hand reaching out to touch, to run his fingers along Greed's arm now that he's allowed to touch, to feel the muscle and the power in him. He wraps a pants-clad leg around Greed's own.]
You're probably worth bothering, though.
[Is in Alec's opinion, at least.]
[He ignores the glasses for now, in favor of shutting the door with a definitive click.]
They had better not.
[Another interruption would be an interruption too many.]
[Having said that, though, is enough to make Alec let go of the possibility, enough to allow him to watch Greed with greed of his own in his eyes. Alec knows he's not all that much to look at, too thin and too many sharp angles to be considered handsome, but Greed looks prosperous and in control, the sort of person Alec might have hated if he were a lord (or maybe if Greed were a lord Alec would have a reason not to hate all of them). Besides, this room doesn't look like anything that a lord might have in his estate, and that's enough to make Alec relax quite a bit more, not having to feel like he has to be careful with the space or that Greed will kick him out for not looking like he belongs.]
[It's enough to lend Alec an air of arrogance, the assumption that he does belong, and that this space is a throne and he is a king. Arrogance comes the strongest to Alec when he's his most unsure, his most vulnerable.]
[At least it does help now, instead of setting him up to be punched. Alec drops his tattered black scholar's robe onto the floor without caring where it may fall and shifts towards Greed, hand reaching out to touch, to run his fingers along Greed's arm now that he's allowed to touch, to feel the muscle and the power in him. He wraps a pants-clad leg around Greed's own.]
You're probably worth bothering, though.
[Is in Alec's opinion, at least.]
[It was easy to find the devil if one had the right cards; to call him out and she had been given the proverbial extension a long time ago. When she had first graced the city with her unworldly presence, turning down cobblestone and candle-light to find the gaping hole. The one people warned about, the one that seemed to take fire-light and swallow it whole.]
["There are demons down there," they had said. "-and they're coming for us."]
[Which was slightly true and slightly not in the same breath. He, himself, took to orders when they came. From another source entirely, one stashed away deep underground. A secret kept by the people running office and no one else knew the wiser.]
[But sometimes, the mortal lot surprised and she was always full of them. Her violence, her wrath, and when she came to visit, it didn't surprise him. Instead, he merely smiled to the crack-spit of a burning candle. The touch of hell-fire at those teeth and his shoulders rolled up. Sending the long fur collar of his jacket spiraling across the broad-side of his neck.]
C'mon, lovely, you know I don't need that.
[As if to make his point clear, Greed extended his nails. Shot them out, a feline ready to pounce, and claws met steel with a horrible sound. The melody of the damned as sparks flew off the blade. Punctuating with every bump and scratch of his terrible talons.] Though, don't you have someone who does this for you? You know I don't work for you, right?
[The seven deadlies and they weren't for human consumption. Weren't drafted under a flag or a kingdom, but under one individual alone. The father of monsters and the Sin rose to his feet. Reached his claws to the wick of the candle and pinched it out.]
[Smoke spun from his talons as he turned to face her. Those eyes like beacons in the dark.] You should know better.
[But his smile told a different story. Dangerous and sick as he motioned himself over his hips; undulating with the thought, far too eager with the proposition.]
Just who is it this time?
["There are demons down there," they had said. "-and they're coming for us."]
[Which was slightly true and slightly not in the same breath. He, himself, took to orders when they came. From another source entirely, one stashed away deep underground. A secret kept by the people running office and no one else knew the wiser.]
[But sometimes, the mortal lot surprised and she was always full of them. Her violence, her wrath, and when she came to visit, it didn't surprise him. Instead, he merely smiled to the crack-spit of a burning candle. The touch of hell-fire at those teeth and his shoulders rolled up. Sending the long fur collar of his jacket spiraling across the broad-side of his neck.]
C'mon, lovely, you know I don't need that.
[As if to make his point clear, Greed extended his nails. Shot them out, a feline ready to pounce, and claws met steel with a horrible sound. The melody of the damned as sparks flew off the blade. Punctuating with every bump and scratch of his terrible talons.] Though, don't you have someone who does this for you? You know I don't work for you, right?
[The seven deadlies and they weren't for human consumption. Weren't drafted under a flag or a kingdom, but under one individual alone. The father of monsters and the Sin rose to his feet. Reached his claws to the wick of the candle and pinched it out.]
[Smoke spun from his talons as he turned to face her. Those eyes like beacons in the dark.] You should know better.
[But his smile told a different story. Dangerous and sick as he motioned himself over his hips; undulating with the thought, far too eager with the proposition.]
Just who is it this time?
[ They'd warned her, so many times, against her wickedness. Her own men even -- warned her to be cautious. That those she dealt with would kill her one day.
She would die either way, and perhaps he would be the cause. But she doubted it. There were too many people she had crossed, and asking the devil in was the least of her problems.
After all, she could turn her back on him, and for now, not fear an attack that might come were she with anyone else. With him, she could be alone. Without her men and her killers. ]
You always prefer the dark. [ Her fingers settled on the desk she kept in her small office. Her fingers pressing against the rough wood, running across it's grain before she turned back to him. Hands supporting her as she lent back a little. Relaxed, except for the tension that settled along her spine. ]
The man that killed he who so usually does this for me. [ There was an agitated clench to her draw. But it was gone in an instant, her head tipping with a becoming smile. All sweetness and guile. ] They say it was when he was drunk, caught him being a fool in the street, and they left him with his throat open in one of the back alleys.
[ And she would have believed it too, if it weren't for the fact that there were whispers -- that it was not drunken fight. That the men who had done it, had been wearing Phillip's colours. It took her half a days searching and more gold than she cared for to get the man's name and location.
And she would not have him killed by some amateur. ] I know you have no need of my blade, but my men prefer that you do. [ scared of him, the actions of him that they spoke of in whispers. Skin like hell's fire and a smile when he killed that would make Lucifer jealous. She appreciated it, in a far different way to most. Liked his bloody efficiency, his sleekness and indefatigably.
In the end, the blade had been for her men's peace of mind. A pantomime of violence. Keep it to what they knew best, so they could console themselves as to what their mistress dealt in. ] but you are the best I know. There will be gold. [ She doubted his price would be gold, but the offer was the same. Elizabeth rocked back on her palms a moment, smiling still. But watching him, mostly. Gauging him. So very men she could predict, but him -- she never could. Perhaps that was why she did it. ]
She would die either way, and perhaps he would be the cause. But she doubted it. There were too many people she had crossed, and asking the devil in was the least of her problems.
After all, she could turn her back on him, and for now, not fear an attack that might come were she with anyone else. With him, she could be alone. Without her men and her killers. ]
You always prefer the dark. [ Her fingers settled on the desk she kept in her small office. Her fingers pressing against the rough wood, running across it's grain before she turned back to him. Hands supporting her as she lent back a little. Relaxed, except for the tension that settled along her spine. ]
The man that killed he who so usually does this for me. [ There was an agitated clench to her draw. But it was gone in an instant, her head tipping with a becoming smile. All sweetness and guile. ] They say it was when he was drunk, caught him being a fool in the street, and they left him with his throat open in one of the back alleys.
[ And she would have believed it too, if it weren't for the fact that there were whispers -- that it was not drunken fight. That the men who had done it, had been wearing Phillip's colours. It took her half a days searching and more gold than she cared for to get the man's name and location.
And she would not have him killed by some amateur. ] I know you have no need of my blade, but my men prefer that you do. [ scared of him, the actions of him that they spoke of in whispers. Skin like hell's fire and a smile when he killed that would make Lucifer jealous. She appreciated it, in a far different way to most. Liked his bloody efficiency, his sleekness and indefatigably.
In the end, the blade had been for her men's peace of mind. A pantomime of violence. Keep it to what they knew best, so they could console themselves as to what their mistress dealt in. ] but you are the best I know. There will be gold. [ She doubted his price would be gold, but the offer was the same. Elizabeth rocked back on her palms a moment, smiling still. But watching him, mostly. Gauging him. So very men she could predict, but him -- she never could. Perhaps that was why she did it. ]
[When she catches his wrist, he pauses. A flick of the eyes up and there's no mask to hide the look he gives. That carved-out smile and a hooded gaze that's both heavy and light at the same time. He tilts his head just slightly, cants it to the side with the shift of heavy muscle.]
Oh-? Just for now? That's not really very nice, lovely.
[But Greed's not about the question it too far and he knows if he takes another step, it'll all slip away. So the 'Shield falls and he gives back, if only just a little. The flesh of his knuckle exposed and it's raw, hard. A bit calloused, yet oddly soft at the same time. A balance between impossibles and sometimes, he can play the part just as well.]
[His finger turns clockwise. Slow, deliberate, and utterly ruthless. Following the hum of her melody and Greed lifts. Hovers with the help of his torso to place his teeth against the side of her neck. He breathes her in there, letting the noises she makes rattle in his ear. This is his favorite kind of melody, one not barred by poise and practice. By rules or regulation and it's a kind of freedom he's always had a craving for:]
[The right to choose.]
[Heat ignites those lines. Running a marathon up his shoulders, across his hips, and he doesn't hesitate the next move. Doesn't think about where to place the pawn and he only shifts. The jagged motions of his body giving him away and he finds the home between her thighs. Prodding and pushing until he's in and for a moment, the Sin stays that way. Hovering at the edge, feeling something he's craved for far too long.]
[Until a mouth snaps open and Greed's got her by the dip of her shoulder. Holding with a set that's sharp, but aware; that's she's just flesh and blood at the end the day and if he slips, there'll be more than the mark on her skin.]
Oh-? Just for now? That's not really very nice, lovely.
[But Greed's not about the question it too far and he knows if he takes another step, it'll all slip away. So the 'Shield falls and he gives back, if only just a little. The flesh of his knuckle exposed and it's raw, hard. A bit calloused, yet oddly soft at the same time. A balance between impossibles and sometimes, he can play the part just as well.]
[His finger turns clockwise. Slow, deliberate, and utterly ruthless. Following the hum of her melody and Greed lifts. Hovers with the help of his torso to place his teeth against the side of her neck. He breathes her in there, letting the noises she makes rattle in his ear. This is his favorite kind of melody, one not barred by poise and practice. By rules or regulation and it's a kind of freedom he's always had a craving for:]
[The right to choose.]
[Heat ignites those lines. Running a marathon up his shoulders, across his hips, and he doesn't hesitate the next move. Doesn't think about where to place the pawn and he only shifts. The jagged motions of his body giving him away and he finds the home between her thighs. Prodding and pushing until he's in and for a moment, the Sin stays that way. Hovering at the edge, feeling something he's craved for far too long.]
[Until a mouth snaps open and Greed's got her by the dip of her shoulder. Holding with a set that's sharp, but aware; that's she's just flesh and blood at the end the day and if he slips, there'll be more than the mark on her skin.]
[ It takes a while to even recall what he said, too focused on the way he teased her. But when she does, she watches him with low eyes. Sitting in his lap, like this, feeling him torment her and give her pleasure in so equal amounts. The anger she might of spat otherwise was simply not there, just a quiet longing she has not the sense to hide. It's longing that did this to her, that brought her into his embrace.
But in this life, in the end, it came down to much the same thing. ] I think you should hate me if I gave you more. [ It's breathed out, and the words were so full of regret. Bitterness etched into it, but wistfulness too. She'd long accepted, that what she was, was utterly unlovable. Not as a Queen, not as a woman, and she must have both. It was for the best, she told herself, she hardly knew what to do with her own weaknesses, let alone giving them to another to see.
But all the world had her as a Queen, he had her as a woman. A trembling, desperate, hungry and flushed woman pressed skin to skin with him -- and it would be enough. To have a respite for awhile. Eyes closed as she enjoyed how he touched her. When he bit she did nothing but expose her neck to him, stretching herself out for him to do as he may. She was far beyond caring about such a thing.
Not when -- and now she whimpers, softly gasping out -- as he slipped up and into her and she wants ( shewantsshewantshewants ) to move, to grind down. But not when he's so still, and she can feel it, all of him. His stillness is a contrast to her sharp gasp and needy moans that come so close to begging that he move, that he let her move.
But she can't with teeth set so close to her throat, a wolf's jaw that nuzzles her, and she can feel his warm breath on her skin as much as where his teeth almost could draw blood. But it's their dance, where he is kind, she is vicious, and where he is deadly, she is giving. So her hands swept up his back, into his hair and then down again. Whatever it took to soothe him, to coax him. Could pretend that it wasn't because she couldn't keep still, that way.
And then, so very carefully, she shifted her hips against his, biting her lip to keep herself silent from it. ]
But in this life, in the end, it came down to much the same thing. ] I think you should hate me if I gave you more. [ It's breathed out, and the words were so full of regret. Bitterness etched into it, but wistfulness too. She'd long accepted, that what she was, was utterly unlovable. Not as a Queen, not as a woman, and she must have both. It was for the best, she told herself, she hardly knew what to do with her own weaknesses, let alone giving them to another to see.
But all the world had her as a Queen, he had her as a woman. A trembling, desperate, hungry and flushed woman pressed skin to skin with him -- and it would be enough. To have a respite for awhile. Eyes closed as she enjoyed how he touched her. When he bit she did nothing but expose her neck to him, stretching herself out for him to do as he may. She was far beyond caring about such a thing.
Not when -- and now she whimpers, softly gasping out -- as he slipped up and into her and she wants ( shewantsshewantshewants ) to move, to grind down. But not when he's so still, and she can feel it, all of him. His stillness is a contrast to her sharp gasp and needy moans that come so close to begging that he move, that he let her move.
But she can't with teeth set so close to her throat, a wolf's jaw that nuzzles her, and she can feel his warm breath on her skin as much as where his teeth almost could draw blood. But it's their dance, where he is kind, she is vicious, and where he is deadly, she is giving. So her hands swept up his back, into his hair and then down again. Whatever it took to soothe him, to coax him. Could pretend that it wasn't because she couldn't keep still, that way.
And then, so very carefully, she shifted her hips against his, biting her lip to keep herself silent from it. ]
And do you think I care what you humans really want from me? Ha -! You mortal lot think you've got control over everything, don't you.
[His tone was corrective and pleasant; chiding and smarmy. In the end, he didn't really care who or what graced his doorstep. A deal was a deal and when the offer of gold, of wealth, of anything worth his time came knocking at the door, Greed never denied the proposal.]
[But the mortal-lot had plenty to learn and his smile was terrible and wicked. As if he knew her fate in advance, as if he could see it play out piece by piece in the dark. The ticking of her clock in those naked eyes and slit-pupils thickened. Eternity in a flick before they shivered back to sharp points.]
Flattery will get you no where, lovely. But I'll take it anyway. [His heels bounced. Scuffing the floorboards to make dust jump and he circled the table to meet her. While one arm reached back to shuffle and snatch the long end of his coat - ankle length, worn leather, and something a pauper or a tradesman would wear. And probably did at some point, but that was neither here nor there.]
[Besides, the guy didn't need it anymore anyway.]
[The blade sunk in there - between the back bend of his leather slacks and a red-spun sash he wore around the waist. For the time, he both stuck out and blended in. Mistaken for a different breed, for someone high-society would mark an undesirable. But how wrong they were - the definition practically laughable.]
[Because in the end, it was he who desired all.]
Gold's fine, but I think you're going to have to do a little bit better than that this time. Especially since you've been so rude. [Greed hummed, touching his teeth with his tongue and maybe he was serious, maybe he wasn't. It was hard to gauge and she aptly pointed him as such. Unpredictable with his breeding and like the rest, he had plenty of other ideas in mind.]
[But he merely shrugged. Released the length of his jacket to let it fall back. Lapping at his ankles and the Sin dipped to bring his face to her own.]
You know how this works, though. I do this and it might not end well for you, later on. The others? Don't tend to like you and yours. [Greed's lips pressed together as his eyes wandered over her. Tracing out her legs, her thighs - the bump of her hips and the curve of her chest.] Thankfully for you, they're out doing good ol'Dad's work. Shouldn't be much of a problem.
[He moved past. Sliding and slipping, a shadow made of blood and sharp angles. Only to stop at her side, his gaze locking hard with a back wall.]
Just remember - I did warn you.
[His tone was corrective and pleasant; chiding and smarmy. In the end, he didn't really care who or what graced his doorstep. A deal was a deal and when the offer of gold, of wealth, of anything worth his time came knocking at the door, Greed never denied the proposal.]
[But the mortal-lot had plenty to learn and his smile was terrible and wicked. As if he knew her fate in advance, as if he could see it play out piece by piece in the dark. The ticking of her clock in those naked eyes and slit-pupils thickened. Eternity in a flick before they shivered back to sharp points.]
Flattery will get you no where, lovely. But I'll take it anyway. [His heels bounced. Scuffing the floorboards to make dust jump and he circled the table to meet her. While one arm reached back to shuffle and snatch the long end of his coat - ankle length, worn leather, and something a pauper or a tradesman would wear. And probably did at some point, but that was neither here nor there.]
[Besides, the guy didn't need it anymore anyway.]
[The blade sunk in there - between the back bend of his leather slacks and a red-spun sash he wore around the waist. For the time, he both stuck out and blended in. Mistaken for a different breed, for someone high-society would mark an undesirable. But how wrong they were - the definition practically laughable.]
[Because in the end, it was he who desired all.]
Gold's fine, but I think you're going to have to do a little bit better than that this time. Especially since you've been so rude. [Greed hummed, touching his teeth with his tongue and maybe he was serious, maybe he wasn't. It was hard to gauge and she aptly pointed him as such. Unpredictable with his breeding and like the rest, he had plenty of other ideas in mind.]
[But he merely shrugged. Released the length of his jacket to let it fall back. Lapping at his ankles and the Sin dipped to bring his face to her own.]
You know how this works, though. I do this and it might not end well for you, later on. The others? Don't tend to like you and yours. [Greed's lips pressed together as his eyes wandered over her. Tracing out her legs, her thighs - the bump of her hips and the curve of her chest.] Thankfully for you, they're out doing good ol'Dad's work. Shouldn't be much of a problem.
[He moved past. Sliding and slipping, a shadow made of blood and sharp angles. Only to stop at her side, his gaze locking hard with a back wall.]
Just remember - I did warn you.
[The leg around his own is enough to bring a smile to his face and it seems to hook and pull the rest of him. His shoulders rising, his eyebrows furrowing together. The last signature to make the whole thing official and Greed doesn't hide his pleasure at the idea. Instead, he places a hand at the thigh that holds him, running pad after pad to chase the outer-bend.]
[Alec's always been difficult to reason with. He's just glad that this time is a bit more simpler than usual.] Oh-? And here I thought you were lacking in ambition. Guess I was wrong.
[Though, his tone isn't mocking. Sincerely through the hisses and despite any notion to the contrary, everything here is just that: it's his. The palace not made from marble, but out of old wood and cigarette smoke. The currency not always gold, but constantly changing. Whether it money or status, glory or sex: Avarice incarnate didn't care the pay-out, in the end.]
[It harks back on something someone told him a long time ago: "A king's nothing without his people." And maybe that's the wealth here - the real jewel in the devil's crown and Greed coils around Alec. Turns his nose to the dip of his neck while one hand comes up to wrap around a hip. Thumb pressing into a pronounced dip as four-fingers follow to snare. One at a time and he's everywhere. Touching his nose down the crook of Alec's shoulder while his free hand hovers just at the edge of his bones. Fluttering down, the touch oddly gentle, considering the owner.]
Is that what you think? Don't sell yourself so short, Alec. I wouldn't have asked you here if I didn't think you were useful. [But that isn't entirely it either and Greed takes the action in reverse. Knocking his heels to walk backwards, the action announced by a series of thuds that clack off his boots. Until the back of his thighs collide with the frame of his bed and he sits. Rather unceremoniously, hands cautioning the other. To ease over his spread thighs and yeah, maybe this is a little better.]
Eh- guess I'll never change your mind on that, will I. [Sultry and slippery and the Sin pulls his face away. If only briefly, to snatch his signature-shades. Exposing an eerie pair that takes the moonlight with covetous abandon. Highlighting purple and they're practically aglow in the dark.]
So why don't you just show me. [Greed's words fall back down his throat as his eyes swivel back. Slipping to watch the other with the cruelty of a grin, with the fever of the Cheshire beckoning a lone wanderer down the next path.]
[And clack go the sunglasses. Earpiece swinging against glass to make it rattle and he tosses them up onto a nightstand with a fling of the wrist.] No need to hold back. Not here, anyway.
[Alec's always been difficult to reason with. He's just glad that this time is a bit more simpler than usual.] Oh-? And here I thought you were lacking in ambition. Guess I was wrong.
[Though, his tone isn't mocking. Sincerely through the hisses and despite any notion to the contrary, everything here is just that: it's his. The palace not made from marble, but out of old wood and cigarette smoke. The currency not always gold, but constantly changing. Whether it money or status, glory or sex: Avarice incarnate didn't care the pay-out, in the end.]
[It harks back on something someone told him a long time ago: "A king's nothing without his people." And maybe that's the wealth here - the real jewel in the devil's crown and Greed coils around Alec. Turns his nose to the dip of his neck while one hand comes up to wrap around a hip. Thumb pressing into a pronounced dip as four-fingers follow to snare. One at a time and he's everywhere. Touching his nose down the crook of Alec's shoulder while his free hand hovers just at the edge of his bones. Fluttering down, the touch oddly gentle, considering the owner.]
Is that what you think? Don't sell yourself so short, Alec. I wouldn't have asked you here if I didn't think you were useful. [But that isn't entirely it either and Greed takes the action in reverse. Knocking his heels to walk backwards, the action announced by a series of thuds that clack off his boots. Until the back of his thighs collide with the frame of his bed and he sits. Rather unceremoniously, hands cautioning the other. To ease over his spread thighs and yeah, maybe this is a little better.]
Eh- guess I'll never change your mind on that, will I. [Sultry and slippery and the Sin pulls his face away. If only briefly, to snatch his signature-shades. Exposing an eerie pair that takes the moonlight with covetous abandon. Highlighting purple and they're practically aglow in the dark.]
So why don't you just show me. [Greed's words fall back down his throat as his eyes swivel back. Slipping to watch the other with the cruelty of a grin, with the fever of the Cheshire beckoning a lone wanderer down the next path.]
[And clack go the sunglasses. Earpiece swinging against glass to make it rattle and he tosses them up onto a nightstand with a fling of the wrist.] No need to hold back. Not here, anyway.
I know you don't care. I have no wish to control you, but I have a need to control them.
[ And that was what it came down to. Her precarious business, of protecting those of the slums, came so hand in hand in slicing the throats of those that dared to cross her, interfere with the smuggling shipments. All matter of wicked things she did where no one could see her doing such.
And they called her unnatural, but weak for a woman. As if a woman had no stomach for violence.
She smiled still, because he played so will. Enjoyed this more than she should, most in the end bored her quick mind and quicker tongue when it came to deals. ] My flattery does nothing? And here I thought to court you with it. Such a shame. [ As if she were a knight and he the lady. But a courtship such as this, ended in blood. ]
Tell me what I can do to convince you then, to make up for my rudeness. [ Because she caught, so briefly the way he looked at her. And she'd gouged men's eyes out for daring to do so too many times. But she was content to play, with him and with this deal. ] Jewels? Whores? I've a shipment come in from China and my girls are the cleanest in the city. [ She'd feed his greed, even if he'd never be sated, for awhile, she could supply. ]
[ Her head tipped back in laughter at his warning. ] Caring for my well being, Greed? Don't tell me you're growing soft on me. I know what they say of me, what they think of me. [ as far as he lent in, she curled around him. Leaning back into him without touching. Let him look, as much as he liked, if that was what it took. Her fingers wrapped around the pearls that hung low from the neck, twisting them up and around before letting them tumble free, settling over her chest again. ] I am beginning a war by doing this. And believe me, I will win it.
[ Her smile spread slowly like a lion's grin. A mockery of the King's gone before when she likened herself to one. ] Be a dear and fire the first shot for me?
[ And that was what it came down to. Her precarious business, of protecting those of the slums, came so hand in hand in slicing the throats of those that dared to cross her, interfere with the smuggling shipments. All matter of wicked things she did where no one could see her doing such.
And they called her unnatural, but weak for a woman. As if a woman had no stomach for violence.
She smiled still, because he played so will. Enjoyed this more than she should, most in the end bored her quick mind and quicker tongue when it came to deals. ] My flattery does nothing? And here I thought to court you with it. Such a shame. [ As if she were a knight and he the lady. But a courtship such as this, ended in blood. ]
Tell me what I can do to convince you then, to make up for my rudeness. [ Because she caught, so briefly the way he looked at her. And she'd gouged men's eyes out for daring to do so too many times. But she was content to play, with him and with this deal. ] Jewels? Whores? I've a shipment come in from China and my girls are the cleanest in the city. [ She'd feed his greed, even if he'd never be sated, for awhile, she could supply. ]
[ Her head tipped back in laughter at his warning. ] Caring for my well being, Greed? Don't tell me you're growing soft on me. I know what they say of me, what they think of me. [ as far as he lent in, she curled around him. Leaning back into him without touching. Let him look, as much as he liked, if that was what it took. Her fingers wrapped around the pearls that hung low from the neck, twisting them up and around before letting them tumble free, settling over her chest again. ] I am beginning a war by doing this. And believe me, I will win it.
[ Her smile spread slowly like a lion's grin. A mockery of the King's gone before when she likened herself to one. ] Be a dear and fire the first shot for me?
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