— Again that sharp-teethed smile,
again the wonderful melody of her joy as she giggled - as if she didn’t know! As if she had never been worshiped the way she ought to be, never been adored so evidently by anyone but him. For shame! Sure, his eyes peered right through the layers of deception, reading into the radiations of pure and terrifying greatness. Though, he knew his otherworldly vision would’ve caught note of her auras even without his sense of sight. The silk-haired mystery just had a very, very, very prominent presence, one his heart gravitated toward very naturally, very shamelessly.
Cadillac frowned and eyed the mashup of colors that surrounded them, as well as what could only be considered as junk tainting the surface of the place in the distance. He said nothing, though his expression must’ve given away that he agreed: it was a vile mess. “Who…” The warlord wanted to pry, ask what she meant with ‘was’, find out what or who had taken her home from her so mercilessly.
However, her own curiosity beat him to it. His gaze wandered. “… I have come from a world beyond this one. A universe in which the laws of physics work differently from the ones in here, from what I can tell… They’re more restricted in there, I suppose.” A universe that did not and could not serve him as a home. “Though, I am from somewhere entirely different. Most people don’t take kindly to that sort of truth, however.” Black lips pressed together. While he felt she was different from the gods who’d rejected him through retches and loathing, the thought of disgusting her the same way upon first meeting, was enough to fuel the paranoia gnawing in the back of his head. He cared little for the disgust of others, though he wasn’t ready to be faced with hers so early on.
So he clicked his tongue and moved on, the only hint of unease being the prolonged silence that had followed beforehand. “We opened a portal to this world in the hopes of discovering anything of interest. Everything I’ve come across so far has been… interesting alright, although I don’t know if any of it is worth our time and attention. I don’t care much for the smell of… sticky lemonade.“ But then a smile tugged at his lips, and once again, she was the center of his intense attention.
“Well, until I ran into you. You stand out very wonderfully, like an amaryllis too beautiful to pick. I’d much rather rip the weeds surrounding you, offer you a valley that fits your grace.” It was no empty promise. “Surely, there’s still ways to get back what is rightfully yours. Tell me more about yourself and this place, and I might find a way to help you with just that. I can’t imagine all hope is lost, not when you, a woman who belongs in the vast and vicious cosmos rather than the filth of this world, is still here. Still alive.”
The sound of Cadillac’s voice drew her closer- a tentative step in his direction was taken before she’d even thought about executing it. It was simple to see from her gaze alone that the witch hung on every single word, every single breath. Her head tilted, curiously, as he spoke of things that- that she couldn’t even BEGIN to fathom. Told her about a place so mysteriously enchanting that she couldn’t help but to grasp for a better understanding of it all.
Of course she’d noticed that pause. Of course she’d noticed something to be slightly amiss. Cadillac had her full, undivided attention, and as such, her mind became a whirlpool of spinning, swirling thoughts. The being before her was... immaculate. Godly. Much, MUCH too much like...
.... herself, in many ways. And perhaps THAT was ultimately WHY she’d tolerated him, from the beginning. Should it have been anybody, anybody else, she would’ve cursed them out; called them mad. Insane. Repulsive.
But, no. No, his words, although foreign, alien, nonsensical... She would listen. She would listen to every single honey-sweet syllable that fell from his lips, she would heed every enticing promise, if only to satiate her thirst; her hunger for knowledge.
She had to, she NEEDED, to know MORE about this wonderful stranger. It was a must. A primal need, at this point.
Though she’d remained relatively silent throughout Cadillac’s explanations, his flattery set her face ablaze. A darker, vibrant green bloomed, made itself known, just under her skin- her eyes crinkling with barely suppressed delight. Rows and rows of teeth proudly revealed themselves, once more, as a clawed hand found itself to her chest.
A lady, through and through. Falling oh-so easily for someone she barely knew, and yet doing it with grace.
“... My, word,” she all but GASPS out, voice quiet, surely, yet AWED, all the same. “Well, you- CERTAINLY know how to make a lady listen to you, I’ll give you that much~!”
She stalked forward, tail sweeping curiously along the ground as she circled Cadillac. Voracious eyes darted along his body, his form, his FACE. She wanted to cement it all to memory. She wanted to memorize his scent, his voice, his EVERYTHING, should he fade away and return to the realm of the imaginary.
“You’re simply- simply EXTRAORDINARY, is what YOU are! A place OUTSIDE of this island, you said? And you mentioned others.... Hmm...”
The gears were turning for the witch, and turning quickly. For all of Cadillac’s charm and grace, pretty words, alone, weren’t going to be nearly enough to sway her to his side of things. Not fully. He must REALIZE this, right? As much as she WANTED a way out of her eternal prison, CRAVED her freedom, someplace better....
“... In-teresssting,” she drawls out, a forked tongue making its brief appearance. “Interesting, indeed, my dear! Quite the STORY, as well!”
“.. Though, if what you SAY is true, then before I share anything about myself and this island’s origins, would you mind me asking a few more questions, myself? It isn’t every day that I encounter an intelligent creature in this wasteland, you know.”
Stopping in her compulsive circling, the witch props an arm up on her elbow; a finger tapping idly on her own chin as she continues to look Cadillac up and down. Up and down...
“Mmm... For starters.... What.. EXACTLY were you hoping to do with anything you found that was... “of interest”..? To serve what purpose..? Don’t get me wrong, I’m more than merely tempted to take you up on your offer, but we’ve only just met, is all! I didn’t even get to have your name, yet, darling.”
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