[And her back to him speaks volumes; uncaring gestures, as if this isn't really what she wants. For him to grace her doorstep - to slip into her garden and kingdom alike. For a moment, he keeps his space. Just outside the framework of her back, watching the slightest narrowing of the eyes.]
[Until heels clack and his walk is slow. Poised and practiced, but with a difference sense than her and hers. Roll-snap to make the ankles turn and he easily tows the invisible circle. The space between permission and acceptance, pivoting to meet her face to face. Porcelain to smooth oil, two elements rich with their own devices.]
Maybe so, but it isn't like you to admit to something like that. Not usually. [Sure, she was honest. But the Queen wore many faces and while Greed had counted himself good to keep track, the masks were relentless. Always changing depending on present company, but at least she was kind enough to respect his rule; his honesty that was raw, exposed. Just like his very existence and he made no mind to hide the fact.]
What is it, then? What do you really want, Elizabeth? [Greed holds her name for a beat or two. Letting it simmer at his teeth. Vibrating off like a tuning fork and oh, it's wicked music that he makes.]
May as well be honest with me, since I've always done you the favor.
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[And her back to him speaks volumes; uncaring gestures, as if this isn't really what she wants. For him to grace her doorstep - to slip into her garden and kingdom alike. For a moment, he keeps his space. Just outside the framework of her back, watching the slightest narrowing of the eyes.]
[Until heels clack and his walk is slow. Poised and practiced, but with a difference sense than her and hers. Roll-snap to make the ankles turn and he easily tows the invisible circle. The space between permission and acceptance, pivoting to meet her face to face. Porcelain to smooth oil, two elements rich with their own devices.]
Maybe so, but it isn't like you to admit to something like that. Not usually. [Sure, she was honest. But the Queen wore many faces and while Greed had counted himself good to keep track, the masks were relentless. Always changing depending on present company, but at least she was kind enough to respect his rule; his honesty that was raw, exposed. Just like his very existence and he made no mind to hide the fact.]
What is it, then? What do you really want, Elizabeth? [Greed holds her name for a beat or two. Letting it simmer at his teeth. Vibrating off like a tuning fork and oh, it's wicked music that he makes.]
May as well be honest with me, since I've always done you the favor.