[Name on the lips and it's like a confession; a shedding of the sin to the sinner and Greed spreads his thighs. Motions to the dip, his body following with the stretch of his legs; anchoring him half way down her front, leaving her with a part.]
[But it's only for a moment.]
[Because while a hitched-breath is nice, freedom is oh so sweeter. And his mouth opens, spreading tooth for tooth with a hiss of inhale. The last breath of the poisonous before fangs take lace. Shred with a yank of his skull, with the side jerk of his jaws. Snapping to pieces, an animal by any other definition.]
[But there's something more than that; something past carnal urges, past instinct and Greed catches the ribbons with a slow release. Lips dropping as gingerly as a mother to its den of kin and he swipes the collection away. Open to the palm of his hand, disappearing backwards.]
Easy, lovely. No need to hurt yourself on my account.
[It's like the moon is reflected in those eyes; ghostly appeal to the color of purple. Rich and foreboding, dangerous and deadly. Everything he is all out in the open and it's the honesty he's always promised. No hint of the truth flipped, no mask to hide his intentions. The cards out and he's never had the best of poker faces.]
[Smile far too wide, grin far too menacing. The constant drum of it, even when circumstances were less than ideal.]
[But she's right, though. Hot as a Spanish summer and someone, somewhere, could have written for it. Could have predicted this long ago; that the warm-cool touch would summon him to her. When all the lights had gone out, when everything seemed so lost. Hand stretched, a beckoning: as if he had every solution, every fix.]
[For a price, of course.]
[Muscle tenses as he moves to stand. Swiping like ink to the canvas, drawing with every inch, every second passing an eternity. Until he's got his face back to her own and a thick knuckle pushes between the smallest opening at her corset. The strips of lace still holding until a prod snaps and an index hooks in. Similar to a fishing lore at the gaping mouth and he's willing to give her a bit of air.]
Anything you want - after all, it's not like I'm about to judge you, hmn? [Greed says with a tilt. Sending his sunglasses back over his eyes, sinking those purples away to the watery-black. Back to hollow sockets and his smile stretches.]
no subject
[But it's only for a moment.]
[Because while a hitched-breath is nice, freedom is oh so sweeter. And his mouth opens, spreading tooth for tooth with a hiss of inhale. The last breath of the poisonous before fangs take lace. Shred with a yank of his skull, with the side jerk of his jaws. Snapping to pieces, an animal by any other definition.]
[But there's something more than that; something past carnal urges, past instinct and Greed catches the ribbons with a slow release. Lips dropping as gingerly as a mother to its den of kin and he swipes the collection away. Open to the palm of his hand, disappearing backwards.]
Easy, lovely. No need to hurt yourself on my account.
[It's like the moon is reflected in those eyes; ghostly appeal to the color of purple. Rich and foreboding, dangerous and deadly. Everything he is all out in the open and it's the honesty he's always promised. No hint of the truth flipped, no mask to hide his intentions. The cards out and he's never had the best of poker faces.]
[Smile far too wide, grin far too menacing. The constant drum of it, even when circumstances were less than ideal.]
[But she's right, though. Hot as a Spanish summer and someone, somewhere, could have written for it. Could have predicted this long ago; that the warm-cool touch would summon him to her. When all the lights had gone out, when everything seemed so lost. Hand stretched, a beckoning: as if he had every solution, every fix.]
[For a price, of course.]
[Muscle tenses as he moves to stand. Swiping like ink to the canvas, drawing with every inch, every second passing an eternity. Until he's got his face back to her own and a thick knuckle pushes between the smallest opening at her corset. The strips of lace still holding until a prod snaps and an index hooks in. Similar to a fishing lore at the gaping mouth and he's willing to give her a bit of air.]
Anything you want - after all, it's not like I'm about to judge you, hmn? [Greed says with a tilt. Sending his sunglasses back over his eyes, sinking those purples away to the watery-black. Back to hollow sockets and his smile stretches.]
So go on - shed that skin of yours, gorgeous.