● her hair was long, her foot was light, and her eyes were wild.
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onemistress
2013-12-27 09:34 am (UTC)(link)
[ She knew better than to be here.
A thousand times and a thousand ways, she knew better than to be here. But no one had forced her to write the letter that arranged -- yet another -- meeting with him.
Here, being the secluded back her gardens. Stone walls and roses set against them. The lantern flickering on the ground and casting the place in a warm, soft light. Though she was never very good blending into shadows. Her red hair left free and her dress pulled up past her knee as she walked idly paced.
In her mind, she composed the words to end this. To force this to be over. Would that she had half the strength to say that in the face of what she wanted. Stupid, all of it, as if he cared half so much.
She wasn't even sure she did either. But she wanted to meet him, to see him again. To feel something other than frustration and contempt and hidden bemusement for those around her. God almighty, spare her her own pathetic need to be herself.
And let her spare some of her own dignity. ]
[It doesn't come as much of surprise: the letter, written out in a fancy cursive that spoke of her breeding. That she? Was from a blood line well-entwined in poise and grace and well removed from him and his. Vacant from an underworld cut sharp by blades and knives, by thick smoke and exchanges better suited for the dark.]
[But despite differences, the two of them had an understanding; business. Business under the table, beyond watchful eyes. Always done at her door and on his terms. A perfect balance, blending the clear-cut edges of night and day, making for the gray aftermath.]
[He always came, then. When the sun had already set and his own accounts had been settled. Mainly, his own needs. Want and desire his fueling point and Greed, if anything, stuck by only a few set of standards.]
[It's slightly warm, when he arrives. Slipping from the dark, one heel clacking to announce. A low hum at the edge of his step, like fire crackling in a forgotten fireplace; the announcement of a devil and he wouldn't have had it any other way. The metaphor in there not entirely lost and the Sin tilts his head back. Wandering stride making him bend over his hips, making him twist around like the adder he is. Sleek and black, slipping over stone.]
Been a little while, lovely. [He hisses, edge of his teeth the only thing catching light. White to the moon and just like the rest of him, they're made for deadlier intentions. To tear and bite and while he's made good with them in the past, the use of the now is much more different.]
[To tease and gesture. To bring on a confession in the cruelest sort of notion.]
[But he knows better than to tread without an invitation and Greed merely circles her back. Shaded eyes flicking, watching every flutter of her dress. Wealthy in all her remains.]
So - what kind of business do you have for me? Usually, you're a little more precise. [It had been a bit vague, even for Elizabeth's standards. The bulk left out, reading between the lines and even that hadn't given him much.]
[And for a creature that called for more, it had left a bit of a nagging.]
[But despite differences, the two of them had an understanding; business. Business under the table, beyond watchful eyes. Always done at her door and on his terms. A perfect balance, blending the clear-cut edges of night and day, making for the gray aftermath.]
[He always came, then. When the sun had already set and his own accounts had been settled. Mainly, his own needs. Want and desire his fueling point and Greed, if anything, stuck by only a few set of standards.]
[It's slightly warm, when he arrives. Slipping from the dark, one heel clacking to announce. A low hum at the edge of his step, like fire crackling in a forgotten fireplace; the announcement of a devil and he wouldn't have had it any other way. The metaphor in there not entirely lost and the Sin tilts his head back. Wandering stride making him bend over his hips, making him twist around like the adder he is. Sleek and black, slipping over stone.]
Been a little while, lovely. [He hisses, edge of his teeth the only thing catching light. White to the moon and just like the rest of him, they're made for deadlier intentions. To tear and bite and while he's made good with them in the past, the use of the now is much more different.]
[To tease and gesture. To bring on a confession in the cruelest sort of notion.]
[But he knows better than to tread without an invitation and Greed merely circles her back. Shaded eyes flicking, watching every flutter of her dress. Wealthy in all her remains.]
So - what kind of business do you have for me? Usually, you're a little more precise. [It had been a bit vague, even for Elizabeth's standards. The bulk left out, reading between the lines and even that hadn't given him much.]
[And for a creature that called for more, it had left a bit of a nagging.]
[ It's not a surprise that Alec can't figure out what Greed is getting from their mutual association, but it is a little bit of a surprise that it bothers him so much. After all, it's clear the other man is possessive to a degree that's ridiculous, and it's only the fact that Alec doesn't think he's worth having that keeps him from chafing under it. ]
[ There's an undertone of danger, as well, that Alec likes, no matter how many times that Greed assures that he's not going to hurt him. There was that with Richard, and Alec imagines Greed as the sort of man who's capable of killing a lover, particularly if the lover spurned him. ]
[ That's not really the point, because Alec's not that sort of manipulative, couldn't manage intimacy if it were only going to be false. It's just part of the appeal, the potential for violence, even if Alec likes to watch it as much or more than he likes to be its recipient. ]
Are you a man used to getting everything you want, or just what you need?
[ As far as openings for flirting go, it's awkward, but this is one arena where Alec isn't confident of his own knowledge, nor capable of acting that way regardless. ]
[ There's an undertone of danger, as well, that Alec likes, no matter how many times that Greed assures that he's not going to hurt him. There was that with Richard, and Alec imagines Greed as the sort of man who's capable of killing a lover, particularly if the lover spurned him. ]
[ That's not really the point, because Alec's not that sort of manipulative, couldn't manage intimacy if it were only going to be false. It's just part of the appeal, the potential for violence, even if Alec likes to watch it as much or more than he likes to be its recipient. ]
Are you a man used to getting everything you want, or just what you need?
[ As far as openings for flirting go, it's awkward, but this is one arena where Alec isn't confident of his own knowledge, nor capable of acting that way regardless. ]
Both.
[Glass of scotch half empty by now. Ice teetering on the collapse and the left-over collection slides when he motions it to empty table. Arms occupied, but he ushers his nameless guests away with a toss of his fingers. With a promising smile and hushed sort of whisper:] I'll be there in a minute.
[When the two leave, his attentions return. Alec hasn't been the easiest of hispossessions employees to get along with. Tongue always sharp and dismal, but they've known one another long enough and if anything, his always did come first.]
[So he opens up a hand. Palm churning on the axis of a wrist, beckoning the other with a silent sort of gesture.] But that really shouldn't be a surprise to you, right? Or is it something else you're interest in?
[Because when it comes down to it, he's never been the sort to deny an offer given. Flirtation not lost on him and the Sin spreads his thighs. Slides both heels from their perch at the table, motioning them away with ease. With that slippery notion and it's entirely him; the bar, the setting. Every inch his domain and he reigns as king. Crown of the would-be underworld made in cold-hard cash; with liquor, women, and everything in between. The whole cache his own; to hold with covetous claws, a devil nestled with ill-gotten gains.]
[At least he was honest about the arrangement.]
[Greed reaches beyond; fingers stretching, body moving with the pull of a torso and he's snatching at the remains of a cigarette smoldering away in an ashtray. Butt-end snagged in thick knuckles and Greed takes a drag as he peels eyes away for a moment. Sunglasses shifting from the sickly-yellow overhang, falling back into a cut of shadow. And his smile is wide, grin the Cheshire's favorite moon. Cut thin and sharp.]
Just come out with it - not like I'm about to judge you. But I need to know what you really want, hmn?
[Glass of scotch half empty by now. Ice teetering on the collapse and the left-over collection slides when he motions it to empty table. Arms occupied, but he ushers his nameless guests away with a toss of his fingers. With a promising smile and hushed sort of whisper:] I'll be there in a minute.
[When the two leave, his attentions return. Alec hasn't been the easiest of his
[So he opens up a hand. Palm churning on the axis of a wrist, beckoning the other with a silent sort of gesture.] But that really shouldn't be a surprise to you, right? Or is it something else you're interest in?
[Because when it comes down to it, he's never been the sort to deny an offer given. Flirtation not lost on him and the Sin spreads his thighs. Slides both heels from their perch at the table, motioning them away with ease. With that slippery notion and it's entirely him; the bar, the setting. Every inch his domain and he reigns as king. Crown of the would-be underworld made in cold-hard cash; with liquor, women, and everything in between. The whole cache his own; to hold with covetous claws, a devil nestled with ill-gotten gains.]
[At least he was honest about the arrangement.]
[Greed reaches beyond; fingers stretching, body moving with the pull of a torso and he's snatching at the remains of a cigarette smoldering away in an ashtray. Butt-end snagged in thick knuckles and Greed takes a drag as he peels eyes away for a moment. Sunglasses shifting from the sickly-yellow overhang, falling back into a cut of shadow. And his smile is wide, grin the Cheshire's favorite moon. Cut thin and sharp.]
Just come out with it - not like I'm about to judge you. But I need to know what you really want, hmn?
[ She is and always, dressed in the trappings of her station. No one would call her subtle. Wearing white to a garden at night, the gold of her rings catching the dull of the light, faintly. The stones set in them, braced around her throat, woven into her hair, were sparkling with colour in the daylight.
But now in shadows, they were inky and lifeless. Little pools of blackness against her always too pale skin. ( But never pale enough. She was Gloriana, and for awhile, perhaps, in this night with him, she was all fae, and not at all a woman. )
His voice at her back, made her tense. Exposed shoulders pulling in a little before she took a breath back out as her head tipped back a little then proceeded -- as if she expected him there all along. That this was business as usual. ]
Perhaps I needed the company. [ And then she curved, over a rosebush. White, and sweet smelling in the night. The whole garden was rich with them, and they were her favourite. As if he were nothing and she could just ignore him as she so wished, that she wasn't aware of him behind her. ] I am Queen after all, and you are not the only to feel a greed insatiable.
But now in shadows, they were inky and lifeless. Little pools of blackness against her always too pale skin. ( But never pale enough. She was Gloriana, and for awhile, perhaps, in this night with him, she was all fae, and not at all a woman. )
His voice at her back, made her tense. Exposed shoulders pulling in a little before she took a breath back out as her head tipped back a little then proceeded -- as if she expected him there all along. That this was business as usual. ]
Perhaps I needed the company. [ And then she curved, over a rosebush. White, and sweet smelling in the night. The whole garden was rich with them, and they were her favourite. As if he were nothing and she could just ignore him as she so wished, that she wasn't aware of him behind her. ] I am Queen after all, and you are not the only to feel a greed insatiable.
Oh-? That's not like you.
[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.
[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.
[ Honesty? What was honest at court but a death sentence? Her fingers curled tightly at his question. And she knows, she knows she's too much like her father. Too much rage and bitterness and righteous fury that she cannot keep to herself.
Perhaps that's the honesty that he wants. Because surely it is kept so tightly to her, save for rare instances. But when she speaks it's with a venom that she should of watched, and in the end, had nothing to do with him. ]
And what do you care for my truth? [ Her affection, her favour. It is a twisted thing, that constantly had her filled with doubt. ] Is this not just some game to you as it is with everyone else?
[ She let her skirts fall from her hands. Her hand pressed flat against her bodice as quickly as it was there, the anger is gone. She straightened, swallowing down. ] Yes, I am business to you, I am aware. You have never lied about that. [ She frowned, lowering her eyes as she thought of what she was going to say, had meant to, but no words would come. ]
Perhaps that's the honesty that he wants. Because surely it is kept so tightly to her, save for rare instances. But when she speaks it's with a venom that she should of watched, and in the end, had nothing to do with him. ]
And what do you care for my truth? [ Her affection, her favour. It is a twisted thing, that constantly had her filled with doubt. ] Is this not just some game to you as it is with everyone else?
[ She let her skirts fall from her hands. Her hand pressed flat against her bodice as quickly as it was there, the anger is gone. She straightened, swallowing down. ] Yes, I am business to you, I am aware. You have never lied about that. [ She frowned, lowering her eyes as she thought of what she was going to say, had meant to, but no words would come. ]
[For a second, it looks as if the words actually stuck. As if the admittance had hurt him in some fashion and his face falls flat. Frown made hard by the jut of his jaw, by the drop of his eyebrows and everything falls heavy. His shoulders sagging before a corner lifts. The very teasing of a smile and isn't this how it always is.]
[Teasing; knuckles to brush and it's only the promise. That maybe, one day and Greed takes the first step forward. Sliding up to her, an inch of breathing space as his mouth parts to the side. A glint of teeth and he always figured himself the wolf.]
[A creature in the woods, coming to chase the skirt of royalty. But he had a little more respect for her than just that.] Just who the hell do you take me for, lovely? I'm not like everyone else and I told you before - I make it a point not to lie.
[And he made it a point not to be like the rest of the long-line. Everyone following with proverbial salutes and clicking heels to match. The Yes Ma'am(s) a dime a dozen and he was the one to stand out.]
[It was just up to her whether or not she found him too rotten for her liking.]
You think this is just business? Sure, maybe. But I've never been one to deny anything, Elizabeth. You of all people should know me a bit better than that. [Greed speaks as he measures her up. Lifting his head up to stare down and the roles were reversed. If not for the mildest flicker, before he's churning down. Dipping his shoulders, spreading his elbows out behind. A hustler with a vulture's walk.]
Don't tell me you've forgotten that already. [A mild color in incredibly-black glass. The shine of something red before the usual purples peel out with a slide. To let her see everything he really is; a devil by name and by practice and he takes a crooked finger to her chin. Lifts it with a coaxing sort of motion.]
Besides, you're better than that.
[Teasing; knuckles to brush and it's only the promise. That maybe, one day and Greed takes the first step forward. Sliding up to her, an inch of breathing space as his mouth parts to the side. A glint of teeth and he always figured himself the wolf.]
[A creature in the woods, coming to chase the skirt of royalty. But he had a little more respect for her than just that.] Just who the hell do you take me for, lovely? I'm not like everyone else and I told you before - I make it a point not to lie.
[And he made it a point not to be like the rest of the long-line. Everyone following with proverbial salutes and clicking heels to match. The Yes Ma'am(s) a dime a dozen and he was the one to stand out.]
[It was just up to her whether or not she found him too rotten for her liking.]
You think this is just business? Sure, maybe. But I've never been one to deny anything, Elizabeth. You of all people should know me a bit better than that. [Greed speaks as he measures her up. Lifting his head up to stare down and the roles were reversed. If not for the mildest flicker, before he's churning down. Dipping his shoulders, spreading his elbows out behind. A hustler with a vulture's walk.]
Don't tell me you've forgotten that already. [A mild color in incredibly-black glass. The shine of something red before the usual purples peel out with a slide. To let her see everything he really is; a devil by name and by practice and he takes a crooked finger to her chin. Lifts it with a coaxing sort of motion.]
Besides, you're better than that.
[ All those teeth of his, and she knows that, somewhere, she ought to just run. To follow that instinct and bolt, take her dignity by the hand and flee with it.
But somehow she can't. Or rather, she doesn't want to. Not really. What she wants to do is lean forward, find out what he felt like under her fingers -- and to that end her eyes slip close, biting the inside of her mouth till she was sure she would bleed and all that red would bubble between her lips. ]
If you are better than that: then tell me, what do you want? [ Pause, because she needs specific, more than just what he could want but what he wants -- ] of this, of me?
[ She was tired of second guessing the people about her -- and she might not trust him with a lot of things. But he was right, he'd never lied to her.
Because it's hard looking at him and being aware of so little space between them. It makes her want things that she knows, were too dangerous to be spoken of. Her lips part to that end -- to tell him to stop. Who did he think he was, speaking her name, touching her? Like he was an equal.
But those would only be said because he scared her, so they do not fall from her mouth. ] Am I? How am I any different to you than the other -- [ lovers, business deals, crooked meetings in back allies. ] others, you meet in such a fashion.
But somehow she can't. Or rather, she doesn't want to. Not really. What she wants to do is lean forward, find out what he felt like under her fingers -- and to that end her eyes slip close, biting the inside of her mouth till she was sure she would bleed and all that red would bubble between her lips. ]
If you are better than that: then tell me, what do you want? [ Pause, because she needs specific, more than just what he could want but what he wants -- ] of this, of me?
[ She was tired of second guessing the people about her -- and she might not trust him with a lot of things. But he was right, he'd never lied to her.
Because it's hard looking at him and being aware of so little space between them. It makes her want things that she knows, were too dangerous to be spoken of. Her lips part to that end -- to tell him to stop. Who did he think he was, speaking her name, touching her? Like he was an equal.
But those would only be said because he scared her, so they do not fall from her mouth. ] Am I? How am I any different to you than the other -- [ lovers, business deals, crooked meetings in back allies. ] others, you meet in such a fashion.
Everything - but that's not what you really want to hear, is it?
[Teeth disappear. Hidden away as his smile finds a tight line and Greed traces the dip of her chin. Presses his thumb to fit, but it's oddly gentle. Despite his true nature, he's always favored a more smooth touch. Women always an exception as a rule and he saddles up toe after toe. Knocks them against the outer edge of her own to slip right in.]
[She's already heard his rant - already seen the feverish crawl. That sickness to make his throat dry; to make him barren and thirsty, so he saves it this time. Instead, pressing a forehead to her own as his free hand motions away. Caressing the dark and he's entirely made for it.]
[For promises strung out when the sun's gone. When all secrets are left at the table and it's only the mirror staring back. The cruelty of it just as naked and the Sin lets his gaze sink. Maps out every curve, every inch of her with that eerie silence.]
I want everything you have to offer, lovely. But it's a little more than that. [Always a little more, always demanding that extra inch and Greed brings his lips in close. Enough to threaten a breath at skin as his own deadly collection fans out. Springs with a solid roll of his tongue and he's suddenly releasing. Dropping a hand from her face, her last question ringing true.]
You aren't, but that doesn't mean anything to me. You mortal lot always seem to get mixed up in it - the who and the what, the right and the wrong. To me? It's all good.
[However, that never meant that he didn't have a few favorites as he keeps his forehead to her own, there's a gentle tilt of his head. Predator at the gentle pat, eyes screwing shut beyond the shield of glass.]
Didn't think that was a problem for you.
[Teeth disappear. Hidden away as his smile finds a tight line and Greed traces the dip of her chin. Presses his thumb to fit, but it's oddly gentle. Despite his true nature, he's always favored a more smooth touch. Women always an exception as a rule and he saddles up toe after toe. Knocks them against the outer edge of her own to slip right in.]
[She's already heard his rant - already seen the feverish crawl. That sickness to make his throat dry; to make him barren and thirsty, so he saves it this time. Instead, pressing a forehead to her own as his free hand motions away. Caressing the dark and he's entirely made for it.]
[For promises strung out when the sun's gone. When all secrets are left at the table and it's only the mirror staring back. The cruelty of it just as naked and the Sin lets his gaze sink. Maps out every curve, every inch of her with that eerie silence.]
I want everything you have to offer, lovely. But it's a little more than that. [Always a little more, always demanding that extra inch and Greed brings his lips in close. Enough to threaten a breath at skin as his own deadly collection fans out. Springs with a solid roll of his tongue and he's suddenly releasing. Dropping a hand from her face, her last question ringing true.]
You aren't, but that doesn't mean anything to me. You mortal lot always seem to get mixed up in it - the who and the what, the right and the wrong. To me? It's all good.
[However, that never meant that he didn't have a few favorites as he keeps his forehead to her own, there's a gentle tilt of his head. Predator at the gentle pat, eyes screwing shut beyond the shield of glass.]
Didn't think that was a problem for you.
[ Everything was something more than she could give. If she were another woman, perhaps. But she was not. She was a Queen, and England's heart beat in her chest. It's hills and rivers her bones and blood. She woven them together as a woman should. Making a future that would last beyond anything she would ever see.
In time, she was sure, they would forget her. As humans were prone to doing.
But he wasn't human, and he wouldn't perish as they were all going to do. ]
Remember me like this, please? [ and for once she didn't force formality on them both, like her position and place dictated she must. All that mattered was his lips on hers and she sighed softly, her lips parting against his own. Her fingers shook as she rose her hand to him, holding his jacket like he might leave her, forget her.
And perhaps that, that was all she wanted. To be remembered like a woman, for there was a Kingdom to remember her like a Queen, but no one to recall her with tumbled hair, shallow breaths and warm eyes as she looked at him. The way her corset was suddenly too tight and she couldn't take in enough air, the insecurity that slipped and showed for a moment before she breathed out again, another content sigh. Her words are in warning, but not said with malice, for she has none. The rage in her cooled, for awhile. ] If you were a man, I should strike your head from your shoulders for saying such to me now of all times.
[ She let out a breathy laughter, her shoulders dipping with it. ] But you are right, it is not.
In time, she was sure, they would forget her. As humans were prone to doing.
But he wasn't human, and he wouldn't perish as they were all going to do. ]
Remember me like this, please? [ and for once she didn't force formality on them both, like her position and place dictated she must. All that mattered was his lips on hers and she sighed softly, her lips parting against his own. Her fingers shook as she rose her hand to him, holding his jacket like he might leave her, forget her.
And perhaps that, that was all she wanted. To be remembered like a woman, for there was a Kingdom to remember her like a Queen, but no one to recall her with tumbled hair, shallow breaths and warm eyes as she looked at him. The way her corset was suddenly too tight and she couldn't take in enough air, the insecurity that slipped and showed for a moment before she breathed out again, another content sigh. Her words are in warning, but not said with malice, for she has none. The rage in her cooled, for awhile. ] If you were a man, I should strike your head from your shoulders for saying such to me now of all times.
[ She let out a breathy laughter, her shoulders dipping with it. ] But you are right, it is not.
[It's a modest request, really: "Remember me like this." As she is and yes, she'd age eventually. Time something not afforded and he's been around too long not to have heard the notion before. Back when there was hardly a military presence, when towns where still just getting a foothold. When mankind thought fire would chase the demons away, yet they were living right there with them.]
[Among and about. Entwined in everyday life and maybe that's when it started. He can't remember now and it doesn't really matter. Not here, anyway. Not with his own world long gone and his smile is almost pleasant. Almost soft as hands leave her. Memory suiting well, the courtship of the ill-forgotten. Both palms finding the dip of her back as she gives silent permission.]
As if I would forget. I've been doing this a bit too long - two hundred years and things haven't change that much. [Because despite tasting the permanent dirt-nap twice, Greed knows better. That in the end, he'll still walk when all else is gone. See the rise and fall of a thousand more and maybe the titles change, but the gist it never does.]
[Always someone to rule, even if the masses aren't aware.]
Artificial, but close enough. [A bit of pride there and sure, he's not exactly chiding what he really is. A monster like the rest of them, but he's made his choices. Cut the strings attached and left nothing behind. Nothing but a trail to follow.]
[But here, he does as he's asked. Tying together a deal that's been long in the making. With lips that snatched, rolled inward to cushion his teeth and Greed hums. Breathes as he takes her in; ushering her into that too-hot heat that's rich with ash. The after-burn of scotch still on the tongue and it's his own unique brand. A mark to remember and even in the moment, Greed can't help his grin. Couldn't even hide it if he tried, that wet-pull audible. Smooth to the touch and deep down, he knows it's not fair.]
[So he moves away. Gives her air as his skull rocks to the side. Tracing out her neck with the brush of a nose and his tattooed-palm finds her hair. Slides it behind an ear, a gesture to show that he has no intention of stealing her dignity.]
[That's all hers, in the end. And he'll be sure she takes it to the very grave. It's the least he could do, after all.]
[Among and about. Entwined in everyday life and maybe that's when it started. He can't remember now and it doesn't really matter. Not here, anyway. Not with his own world long gone and his smile is almost pleasant. Almost soft as hands leave her. Memory suiting well, the courtship of the ill-forgotten. Both palms finding the dip of her back as she gives silent permission.]
As if I would forget. I've been doing this a bit too long - two hundred years and things haven't change that much. [Because despite tasting the permanent dirt-nap twice, Greed knows better. That in the end, he'll still walk when all else is gone. See the rise and fall of a thousand more and maybe the titles change, but the gist it never does.]
[Always someone to rule, even if the masses aren't aware.]
Artificial, but close enough. [A bit of pride there and sure, he's not exactly chiding what he really is. A monster like the rest of them, but he's made his choices. Cut the strings attached and left nothing behind. Nothing but a trail to follow.]
[But here, he does as he's asked. Tying together a deal that's been long in the making. With lips that snatched, rolled inward to cushion his teeth and Greed hums. Breathes as he takes her in; ushering her into that too-hot heat that's rich with ash. The after-burn of scotch still on the tongue and it's his own unique brand. A mark to remember and even in the moment, Greed can't help his grin. Couldn't even hide it if he tried, that wet-pull audible. Smooth to the touch and deep down, he knows it's not fair.]
[So he moves away. Gives her air as his skull rocks to the side. Tracing out her neck with the brush of a nose and his tattooed-palm finds her hair. Slides it behind an ear, a gesture to show that he has no intention of stealing her dignity.]
[That's all hers, in the end. And he'll be sure she takes it to the very grave. It's the least he could do, after all.]
No one else... [ Knows, cares. It's what she wants to say, but it's too pitiful to say or utter even like this. It's true but her pride is great she cannot afford to be pitied. And to that end, her fingers curled in his jacket, it being the only thing that kept her nails from cutting her palm. A lady's hands, and they had no place in being desperate. ]
You don't feel so different. [ It really isn't fair. It felt likes years, since anyone had kissed anything but her hand, formal and restrained. This? This made her tremble, made her ache. She hadn't felt so warm, in such a long time, and she knew it showed, but it didn't care. The hand on his jacket slipped up, into his hair as she felt him brush her neck. Just to keep him there, a little longer. Nails sinking in harder than she meant to before she took the breathe she needed to calm her mind once more. ]
If my heart could ache anymore, I think it should kill me [ Just a mutter, quietly said more for herself than anyone else. ]
You don't feel so different. [ It really isn't fair. It felt likes years, since anyone had kissed anything but her hand, formal and restrained. This? This made her tremble, made her ache. She hadn't felt so warm, in such a long time, and she knew it showed, but it didn't care. The hand on his jacket slipped up, into his hair as she felt him brush her neck. Just to keep him there, a little longer. Nails sinking in harder than she meant to before she took the breathe she needed to calm her mind once more. ]
If my heart could ache anymore, I think it should kill me [ Just a mutter, quietly said more for herself than anyone else. ]
I was hoping it would be more than a minute.
[Alec cocks a hip out, but embarrassment always finds itself chased with anger in him, and so his eyes are hard, though whether that anger will be directed at himself or at Greed if it has cause to linger is something yet to be determined.]
[Greed is all the more attractive here, in this space he owns, when Alec himself has never belonged anywhere, not as thoroughly as this. He's always been out of place, tripping over his own limbs and words and all the other people in the world, but that's really as good as he gets.]
I might be inclined to ask if you have all of that.
[Alec shifts towards Greed and into his space, with all the wariness of any bird that's interested in the promise of being fed, or a cat still eager to be pet.]
But I think we both know that that's not really the matter at hand.
[Alec swallows, throat working for a moment.]
I have more to offer you, if you want it.
[Alec reaches his hand out then, fear and wariness overcome by stubbornness, as he ghosts his hand onto Greed's thigh.]
[Alec cocks a hip out, but embarrassment always finds itself chased with anger in him, and so his eyes are hard, though whether that anger will be directed at himself or at Greed if it has cause to linger is something yet to be determined.]
[Greed is all the more attractive here, in this space he owns, when Alec himself has never belonged anywhere, not as thoroughly as this. He's always been out of place, tripping over his own limbs and words and all the other people in the world, but that's really as good as he gets.]
I might be inclined to ask if you have all of that.
[Alec shifts towards Greed and into his space, with all the wariness of any bird that's interested in the promise of being fed, or a cat still eager to be pet.]
But I think we both know that that's not really the matter at hand.
[Alec swallows, throat working for a moment.]
I have more to offer you, if you want it.
[Alec reaches his hand out then, fear and wariness overcome by stubbornness, as he ghosts his hand onto Greed's thigh.]
[It's like two separates worlds; him and her. The combination of things old, of things that didn't quite belong and as her fingers slide through his hair, Greed comes to the call. Edging himself closer with an elongated hitch. With the opening of his gently-smiling jaws, coiling around her and he's her viper in the end. The rattler to tread lightly, but she's already stepped on his tail. Pushed her heel against it.]
[The one thing he aims to swallow himself.]
[He's reminded of an old waltz, then. Their closeness bringing the memory of sour-smoke and barrels of rum. Of smiles to laugh, in taverns encased in wood and his hips find hers in the dark. Melt against, lining up those red lines at his torso. Strange in their design, notching just above his bones to wrap back around. A similar pair at his chest that anchor at the base of his neck and the Sin hums. Something sickly sweet, fogging her skin with the aftermath.]
That'd be a shame, lovely. We've come this far and I make it a point not to hurt women. [So he turns his hand. Away from each strand of fire-gold hair, letting the silky-rough of his skin trace her jaw. As his eyes opened from the bend of his sunglasses, practically aglow under the grace of the hour.]
I'll always be here, if you really want me. It's one of the perks. [The perks and it's a surrender - to be claimed by avarice itself. Chained without the bind, a heavy weight to the bow, but he's not about to strip her. Not about to pick her bones dry and instead, Greed rocks his shoulders back. Shedding his own skin first, that vest tossing from the shelf of his back. Stopping only at the crooks of his elbows and he's the one tied down. Snared his own trap as he feathers teeth and lips down her neck. Following the arch of her spine, gliding her bends.]
Go ahead. Take whatever you want - I'll only do you the favor.
[The one thing he aims to swallow himself.]
[He's reminded of an old waltz, then. Their closeness bringing the memory of sour-smoke and barrels of rum. Of smiles to laugh, in taverns encased in wood and his hips find hers in the dark. Melt against, lining up those red lines at his torso. Strange in their design, notching just above his bones to wrap back around. A similar pair at his chest that anchor at the base of his neck and the Sin hums. Something sickly sweet, fogging her skin with the aftermath.]
That'd be a shame, lovely. We've come this far and I make it a point not to hurt women. [So he turns his hand. Away from each strand of fire-gold hair, letting the silky-rough of his skin trace her jaw. As his eyes opened from the bend of his sunglasses, practically aglow under the grace of the hour.]
I'll always be here, if you really want me. It's one of the perks. [The perks and it's a surrender - to be claimed by avarice itself. Chained without the bind, a heavy weight to the bow, but he's not about to strip her. Not about to pick her bones dry and instead, Greed rocks his shoulders back. Shedding his own skin first, that vest tossing from the shelf of his back. Stopping only at the crooks of his elbows and he's the one tied down. Snared his own trap as he feathers teeth and lips down her neck. Following the arch of her spine, gliding her bends.]
Go ahead. Take whatever you want - I'll only do you the favor.
[A slow arching of the brow. As lines become a bit more blurred and the silver-blue haze of smoke drifts across his knuckles. As hand comes to a thigh and he understands. Alec has always been the sort to put on airs; to put up defenses as soon as reality came crashing forth and there's only the truth to stare back at. Mocking every action made and the Sin slides his arm back. Rests an elbow to the shelf of his seat.]
[As if he doesn't need any further explanation.] No, it's not. But you could have said something earlier. Would have made it a bit more easy on yourself.
[Though, he's not about to force it. Not yet, anyway. And that stretched out hand finds the dip of his companion's back. Fans out, knuckle after knuckle, palm flat.]
You and I both know that's a stupid question - [The Sin trails off as the last lick of smoke trails off his tongue. Parting away with that wicked grin and he's too sharp. Too jagged to even remotely be called human and thighs spread as if on instinct. Birthing a place to sit by his side as Greed tilts his head. The heaviness of his gaze obvious. Despite the hollows of his shades that seem to see right through and he snaps his tongue with a click.]
You do and if anything, mine always come first. [Free hand to catch water at the lip of his scotch and he presses it. Sweat between a thumb and an index, slowly moving. As if taunting in every touch and he meets the other half way. Mouth and teeth too close to a throat and he whispers; as if there's a big secret between the two of them and it's all better left unsaid.]
So how about we skip the usual bullshit and get to the point?
[As if he doesn't need any further explanation.] No, it's not. But you could have said something earlier. Would have made it a bit more easy on yourself.
[Though, he's not about to force it. Not yet, anyway. And that stretched out hand finds the dip of his companion's back. Fans out, knuckle after knuckle, palm flat.]
You and I both know that's a stupid question - [The Sin trails off as the last lick of smoke trails off his tongue. Parting away with that wicked grin and he's too sharp. Too jagged to even remotely be called human and thighs spread as if on instinct. Birthing a place to sit by his side as Greed tilts his head. The heaviness of his gaze obvious. Despite the hollows of his shades that seem to see right through and he snaps his tongue with a click.]
You do and if anything, mine always come first. [Free hand to catch water at the lip of his scotch and he presses it. Sweat between a thumb and an index, slowly moving. As if taunting in every touch and he meets the other half way. Mouth and teeth too close to a throat and he whispers; as if there's a big secret between the two of them and it's all better left unsaid.]
So how about we skip the usual bullshit and get to the point?
[ There was something to be embraced by a devil -- and why should she not enjoy it. Rome itself called her wicked. Why should she not act like it for once? ]
Hardly your fault, you never broke my heart. [ There were a hundred others and family built on violence to do that. So the remark is tossed, light and amused as she traced the lines up to his throat, curling around them with finger tips and nails. She might never get to do this again, so she was going to take her time. Having him, learning him. And the moment he removes his jacket, she lent forward and kissed the hollow between his collar bones. Tasting skin in a so brief flick of her tongue. ]
You're far to giving to me. [ But she arches slightly under his hands, her eyes slipping close as she enjoyed the way he kissed her. Her lips parted in a gentle sigh.
But he'd said take and she was so good at doing that. With an impatient tug, she pulled him up to kiss him properly again. A hungry thing, because she could devour him like this, as much as he would consume her. Her hands feeling across his shoulders and arms, hanging onto him as she poured every inch of her loneliness into kissing him, her nails scratched and marked little half moons into his skin. ]
Hardly your fault, you never broke my heart. [ There were a hundred others and family built on violence to do that. So the remark is tossed, light and amused as she traced the lines up to his throat, curling around them with finger tips and nails. She might never get to do this again, so she was going to take her time. Having him, learning him. And the moment he removes his jacket, she lent forward and kissed the hollow between his collar bones. Tasting skin in a so brief flick of her tongue. ]
You're far to giving to me. [ But she arches slightly under his hands, her eyes slipping close as she enjoyed the way he kissed her. Her lips parted in a gentle sigh.
But he'd said take and she was so good at doing that. With an impatient tug, she pulled him up to kiss him properly again. A hungry thing, because she could devour him like this, as much as he would consume her. Her hands feeling across his shoulders and arms, hanging onto him as she poured every inch of her loneliness into kissing him, her nails scratched and marked little half moons into his skin. ]
[No, he never did. Never snapped at the strings and pulled; never played her till the last note went flat and he just wasn't the sort. A monster by all accounts, but there were standards, there were rules. And he held to them like a vice; like everything else, snared in more covetous claws. Grasped as the years went by, as time slipped passed. As new faces replaced the old and it was the same, time and time again.]
[But nothing mattered but the present and when her hunger takes him, he falls right in. Snarling, that growl of his coming from the gut. Rising akin to the crackling of a new fire - spitting and hissing to the tune a smile and Greed lets his jaws hang open. Tongue only gracing her own and both hands sink away. To make leather and fur wash off him like a twisted baptism, landing with the muted sound of earth and stone.]
[She's digging into him, then and there's a slight laugh at the edge of Greed's tongue. Sort and sweet as his hands flow to her curves. Mapping her out as his eyes had done a thousand times prior and he'll take his time. Have his fill until the very end and he knows very well where this dance will lead.]
[So he coaxes his lips away. Better suited needs to attend to as he hooks a finger into the laces at her front. Twisting with two quick spins of the wrist, twining over the last knuckle to suffocate it. Bringing forth the metaphoric noose and he tightens the wire. Yanks and finally, the weight of his lips find her throat. The very edge of his teeth pricking skin, making her well aware.]
[That he wasn't like them; that he wouldn't leave. Even when everything else had been lost to her, even when she didn't know her own face - he would be there. A demon always to her call, even if she couldn't remember who he was.]
[He'd be there.]
[But nothing mattered but the present and when her hunger takes him, he falls right in. Snarling, that growl of his coming from the gut. Rising akin to the crackling of a new fire - spitting and hissing to the tune a smile and Greed lets his jaws hang open. Tongue only gracing her own and both hands sink away. To make leather and fur wash off him like a twisted baptism, landing with the muted sound of earth and stone.]
[She's digging into him, then and there's a slight laugh at the edge of Greed's tongue. Sort and sweet as his hands flow to her curves. Mapping her out as his eyes had done a thousand times prior and he'll take his time. Have his fill until the very end and he knows very well where this dance will lead.]
[So he coaxes his lips away. Better suited needs to attend to as he hooks a finger into the laces at her front. Twisting with two quick spins of the wrist, twining over the last knuckle to suffocate it. Bringing forth the metaphoric noose and he tightens the wire. Yanks and finally, the weight of his lips find her throat. The very edge of his teeth pricking skin, making her well aware.]
[That he wasn't like them; that he wouldn't leave. Even when everything else had been lost to her, even when she didn't know her own face - he would be there. A demon always to her call, even if she couldn't remember who he was.]
[He'd be there.]
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[ He was a constant she could hang onto. Though she might push him away as often as she pulled him back to her. Too temperamental by half, most times. Greedy, and the thought of that, that irony, brought a smile to her lips. Truer than any she had given a courtier in days, and not half as cruel. ]
[ His hands were far too distracting to tell him what she found so amusing, because there was no way she couldn't feel where they trailed. She wonders what he's doing, at least until all the air was forced out in a gasp. Half his name said in surprise, ( and like this, she'd agree, there was no reason to call him by a title ), and then she couldn't get air back, not between the way the laces pulled so tightly. Panting soft, shallow breaths at his neck, as he bit at hers. ]
[ In the end, it didn't matter though. The thought was clear as spanish glass, he was hers, for awhile, as much as she was his. If he let go of her, she'd tumble and fall, she was sure of that much, because she could not be sure of herself at the moment. Needing someone so much, wanting more than was dignified ought to have scared her still. But she couldn't muster enough feeling to care, because nothing else would come, except the soft moan she muffled against his shoulder, a stifled gasp more than anything else. Blood rushed and pounded and she could hardly care, if it meant he kept touching her. ]
[ His hands were far too distracting to tell him what she found so amusing, because there was no way she couldn't feel where they trailed. She wonders what he's doing, at least until all the air was forced out in a gasp. Half his name said in surprise, ( and like this, she'd agree, there was no reason to call him by a title ), and then she couldn't get air back, not between the way the laces pulled so tightly. Panting soft, shallow breaths at his neck, as he bit at hers. ]
[ In the end, it didn't matter though. The thought was clear as spanish glass, he was hers, for awhile, as much as she was his. If he let go of her, she'd tumble and fall, she was sure of that much, because she could not be sure of herself at the moment. Needing someone so much, wanting more than was dignified ought to have scared her still. But she couldn't muster enough feeling to care, because nothing else would come, except the soft moan she muffled against his shoulder, a stifled gasp more than anything else. Blood rushed and pounded and she could hardly care, if it meant he kept touching her. ]
[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.]
So go on - shed that skin of yours, gorgeous.
[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.
[ She could breath again, suck in deep and feel it flood her body as he let her out of the tight grip her dress had on her.
-- And oh she'd had a hundred men kneel before, pay homage to her like she was some altar. It's fitting that it should mimic that, twisted by intentions as it should be. With him, it is always twisted.
All the same, her smile is hazy as she looks down at him. With more affection as her fingers traced up and down his neck. Her blues eyes dark, with something else than just contentment though. Her lips dark from kissing him. And best that they did this in the night, where secrets could be kept. For so much as she would have to go past guards and her ladies, and the little hints of lust then, would be too much in the day. ]
[ All the same he stood, his request an obvious one. Not surprised so much that he'd asked, because a woman's clothes were more complicated than most liked to deal with -- thus her ladies and her maids.
So she laughed, breathing and light, for she felt that easy enough as her fingers went to her bodice, sliding the already loosened laces apart further.
In the end, she's glad she had worn something simple, something that when she lifted her hands to her shoulders, slipped down easily enough. Not that she looked at herself, but rather kept her eyes on him, using the heat she found there in his gaze to keep her going when the cool night air hit exposed skin. Nervous as she might feel, her pride would come first, and she titled her head up, even as her skirts pooled at her feet.
Her long red hair falling down was enough to cover her. He wanted truth, and he would have it. This was as bare as she could be, in the end. Nothing to hide behind, not now. ]
Well? [ Though she wasn't sure of the question she was asking. If he still found her desirable, still found her something -- to feel such need for. To possess for awhile. Or if he was just going to leave her standing here like a fool. ]
-- And oh she'd had a hundred men kneel before, pay homage to her like she was some altar. It's fitting that it should mimic that, twisted by intentions as it should be. With him, it is always twisted.
All the same, her smile is hazy as she looks down at him. With more affection as her fingers traced up and down his neck. Her blues eyes dark, with something else than just contentment though. Her lips dark from kissing him. And best that they did this in the night, where secrets could be kept. For so much as she would have to go past guards and her ladies, and the little hints of lust then, would be too much in the day. ]
[ All the same he stood, his request an obvious one. Not surprised so much that he'd asked, because a woman's clothes were more complicated than most liked to deal with -- thus her ladies and her maids.
So she laughed, breathing and light, for she felt that easy enough as her fingers went to her bodice, sliding the already loosened laces apart further.
In the end, she's glad she had worn something simple, something that when she lifted her hands to her shoulders, slipped down easily enough. Not that she looked at herself, but rather kept her eyes on him, using the heat she found there in his gaze to keep her going when the cool night air hit exposed skin. Nervous as she might feel, her pride would come first, and she titled her head up, even as her skirts pooled at her feet.
Her long red hair falling down was enough to cover her. He wanted truth, and he would have it. This was as bare as she could be, in the end. Nothing to hide behind, not now. ]
Well? [ Though she wasn't sure of the question she was asking. If he still found her desirable, still found her something -- to feel such need for. To possess for awhile. Or if he was just going to leave her standing here like a fool. ]
[It's communication with the slip of lace; like rope to a line being released and there's only the horizon to grasp. A million possibilities laid out on the distant line and when she laughs, the Sin's jaws whirl to a curve. Finding arrows at the ends of his lips and he opens his palm with a deafening sort of sound. Similar to a sword drawn and there's his second set.]
[Claws too black, following the pitch. Cold-hard carbon that makes the points of his nails thinner, sharper and it's a set of talons. Wrapped in something difficult to break and it's not as if he's about to let her handle everything on her own. That wouldn't be fair and since the evening has been rather tipped on his scale, he's not beneath a favor returned.]
[A jerk of the wrist sends them out. Cat-claws to scratch and he pops the remaining ribbons as the corset falls down. As the skeletal structure widens with the descent and it's wires to the pull. To fray under the pressure, snapping with every release of fabric.]
[But his smile is slightly warm to the question that comes: "Well?" Well, what. As if she expected him to stop and he barks. Loud enough, thunder to crack against his rib-cage, to echo back down into his wicked pit and Greed peels clothing away. From her back and out, only to be dropped in the collection and toed away.]
What? Did you expect me to say no? [The Sin teases, hiss of his voice the flavor of bones-rattling and claws snake up. The faintest touch of light igniting the smoothness, making tips shine as he hooks the nose-piece of his shades. Pulling them away, allowing her to take a glance. To see what's been staring back all this time.]
[They're made with the intention of a viper; with the instinct of something more and slit pupils dilate. Knock like ping-pongs, vibrating as they try to figure out whether to thin or thicken. Whether to stay put and Greed coils around. Slides his claws down her back, making them hop, skip, and jump where he found the proverbial speed bumps.]
Do you even remember who you're talking to, lovely? The name is Greed, after all.
[Claws too black, following the pitch. Cold-hard carbon that makes the points of his nails thinner, sharper and it's a set of talons. Wrapped in something difficult to break and it's not as if he's about to let her handle everything on her own. That wouldn't be fair and since the evening has been rather tipped on his scale, he's not beneath a favor returned.]
[A jerk of the wrist sends them out. Cat-claws to scratch and he pops the remaining ribbons as the corset falls down. As the skeletal structure widens with the descent and it's wires to the pull. To fray under the pressure, snapping with every release of fabric.]
[But his smile is slightly warm to the question that comes: "Well?" Well, what. As if she expected him to stop and he barks. Loud enough, thunder to crack against his rib-cage, to echo back down into his wicked pit and Greed peels clothing away. From her back and out, only to be dropped in the collection and toed away.]
What? Did you expect me to say no? [The Sin teases, hiss of his voice the flavor of bones-rattling and claws snake up. The faintest touch of light igniting the smoothness, making tips shine as he hooks the nose-piece of his shades. Pulling them away, allowing her to take a glance. To see what's been staring back all this time.]
[They're made with the intention of a viper; with the instinct of something more and slit pupils dilate. Knock like ping-pongs, vibrating as they try to figure out whether to thin or thicken. Whether to stay put and Greed coils around. Slides his claws down her back, making them hop, skip, and jump where he found the proverbial speed bumps.]
Do you even remember who you're talking to, lovely? The name is Greed, after all.
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You could. [ As his hands went to her bare skin, her own settled on his hip, fingers splayed wide as she ran her hand up -- and he teased her with his words. That he would leave her standing here, naked and wanting in the moonlight.
But she didn't think so.
Even so, she couldn't help tease. Her cool fingers slipping under his shirt, running circles, her lips finding his neck once more and marking skin in short little bites. ] You could leave me here, more fool me. What use would a devil have of me?
[ Though the sight of his two black claws where the hands that caressed her so sent a fever sick thrill down her spine as those talons trace down. They could so easily slit her throat. Like this, she was nothing but soft skin. Defenceless. ( and wasn't that why she so often said no? )
But he was a devil, after all and she had the proof of it now, pressed against her body. Her shoulders tensed for a moment, when all he did was tease her again, she let the fear slip away, her head rolling back as she took the time to enjoy it. God damn her all the same.
Still, when she looked back at him, the amusement was still there. ] Many a man is made of greed, and more than one of them has undressed a woman to find her displeasing to his eyes and not worth having after all.
But she didn't think so.
Even so, she couldn't help tease. Her cool fingers slipping under his shirt, running circles, her lips finding his neck once more and marking skin in short little bites. ] You could leave me here, more fool me. What use would a devil have of me?
[ Though the sight of his two black claws where the hands that caressed her so sent a fever sick thrill down her spine as those talons trace down. They could so easily slit her throat. Like this, she was nothing but soft skin. Defenceless. ( and wasn't that why she so often said no? )
But he was a devil, after all and she had the proof of it now, pressed against her body. Her shoulders tensed for a moment, when all he did was tease her again, she let the fear slip away, her head rolling back as she took the time to enjoy it. God damn her all the same.
Still, when she looked back at him, the amusement was still there. ] Many a man is made of greed, and more than one of them has undressed a woman to find her displeasing to his eyes and not worth having after all.
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So this is something you would do for me?
[Alec's lips tick up into a smile, because it's a ridiculous thought, and that makes it all the more the sort of thought that he wants to indulge and tease out, until the absurdity is exhausted.]
[He wants to lick the smoke out of Greed's mouth, but he's too slow, still not sure if he's welcome (still wholly convinced that he can't be).]
[Instead he feels Greed against him, and it's only that much that springs him into action, long thin line of his arm reaching out to pull himself onto Greed's lap, trusting that he won't fall -- or that if he does fall it will be no less embarrassing than all the rest of this could be, can still be.]
How flattering.
[But of course, it's not that, it's both more and less. Because Greed is what he is, and it's not the same as finding out that a self-possessed man (or woman, even if Alec has yet no experience with those) is interested in him, because there's a fascination there that flows from Alec to the other man, that makes him want to figure out what makes Greed tick, and how he thinks.]
[It means there's less room to doubt himself, because curiosity always has that effect.]
[Alec's lips tick up into a smile, because it's a ridiculous thought, and that makes it all the more the sort of thought that he wants to indulge and tease out, until the absurdity is exhausted.]
[He wants to lick the smoke out of Greed's mouth, but he's too slow, still not sure if he's welcome (still wholly convinced that he can't be).]
[Instead he feels Greed against him, and it's only that much that springs him into action, long thin line of his arm reaching out to pull himself onto Greed's lap, trusting that he won't fall -- or that if he does fall it will be no less embarrassing than all the rest of this could be, can still be.]
How flattering.
[But of course, it's not that, it's both more and less. Because Greed is what he is, and it's not the same as finding out that a self-possessed man (or woman, even if Alec has yet no experience with those) is interested in him, because there's a fascination there that flows from Alec to the other man, that makes him want to figure out what makes Greed tick, and how he thinks.]
[It means there's less room to doubt himself, because curiosity always has that effect.]
Don't mistake me for someone else, Elizabeth. I'm not like the rest.
[Night-life from his fingertips; to chase down her back, mapping each knot of her spine. Each break of the bone at the smooth side of his claws, the parting of them bringing knuckles back and he jerks his head to line it up with the side of her own. Touching temple to temple, the best way to pay homage.]
[She's right; the description suitable and he's thought about it before. Hell out of his grasp, but he imagines that's where they're really come from. Out of the void and into flesh, birthed by bad blood and Greed breathes into the shelf of her ear when fingers go under his shirt. Skating across muscle and a mild retreat takes hold. Tattooed-palm now painted black, hitching brown fabric to rip it over his head. Shivering the spikes of his hair, a nest of quills and it's like a porcupine poised. Ready to shoot off, only to still when the threat's long passed.]
[And knuckle to knuckle, it falls. Dribbling, the last form of payment, all debts settled. Red to the skin and the same odd lines mark him. They're hot to the touch, the cruel fire she's accused him of being from in every-inch.] Many a man, sure. But remember - I'm not really human.
[The opposite; the basic concept of a human-born illness and he's the disease. Noxious in every flavor, sick with every breath. Poison to the weary and as he brings his lips back to her neck, that free hand shoots out. Jerk-motion of his arm sending his collection of leather bands flinging back. As he gingerly slides a nail down the curve of her hip, down the bump of her backside.]
[All the while, with teeth at the bend of her neck and the Sin hovers his points over a beating-jugular. Letting her pulse vibrate with his own, letting her feel just what sort of monster he really was. 'Shield sliding and smoothing, a tale written on never-ending parchment. A story with no happy ending and Greed hums. Moving in to smother, to drag claws across skin, to rock his hips against her own. A horrible tide coming into shore, bringing with it all the terrible remains.]
[But he's not here to harm or hurt; not here to leave her cold, with only the bitter memories to stale her tongue. No - he's here for far more and as he beckons her into his arms, he's tipping her. Just slightly, so that for once?]
[She can have someone else lift that weight away; someone else to shoulder the burden of those aching feet.]
[Greed opens his jaws slightly, a hiss to caress her skin.] And anyone who would say no to this would be stupid, lovely.
[Night-life from his fingertips; to chase down her back, mapping each knot of her spine. Each break of the bone at the smooth side of his claws, the parting of them bringing knuckles back and he jerks his head to line it up with the side of her own. Touching temple to temple, the best way to pay homage.]
[She's right; the description suitable and he's thought about it before. Hell out of his grasp, but he imagines that's where they're really come from. Out of the void and into flesh, birthed by bad blood and Greed breathes into the shelf of her ear when fingers go under his shirt. Skating across muscle and a mild retreat takes hold. Tattooed-palm now painted black, hitching brown fabric to rip it over his head. Shivering the spikes of his hair, a nest of quills and it's like a porcupine poised. Ready to shoot off, only to still when the threat's long passed.]
[And knuckle to knuckle, it falls. Dribbling, the last form of payment, all debts settled. Red to the skin and the same odd lines mark him. They're hot to the touch, the cruel fire she's accused him of being from in every-inch.] Many a man, sure. But remember - I'm not really human.
[The opposite; the basic concept of a human-born illness and he's the disease. Noxious in every flavor, sick with every breath. Poison to the weary and as he brings his lips back to her neck, that free hand shoots out. Jerk-motion of his arm sending his collection of leather bands flinging back. As he gingerly slides a nail down the curve of her hip, down the bump of her backside.]
[All the while, with teeth at the bend of her neck and the Sin hovers his points over a beating-jugular. Letting her pulse vibrate with his own, letting her feel just what sort of monster he really was. 'Shield sliding and smoothing, a tale written on never-ending parchment. A story with no happy ending and Greed hums. Moving in to smother, to drag claws across skin, to rock his hips against her own. A horrible tide coming into shore, bringing with it all the terrible remains.]
[But he's not here to harm or hurt; not here to leave her cold, with only the bitter memories to stale her tongue. No - he's here for far more and as he beckons her into his arms, he's tipping her. Just slightly, so that for once?]
[She can have someone else lift that weight away; someone else to shoulder the burden of those aching feet.]
[Greed opens his jaws slightly, a hiss to caress her skin.] And anyone who would say no to this would be stupid, lovely.
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