noir.

    ❛  IT MIGHT SOUND SILLY BUT I… do like your hair, I must say. ❜ 

࿐ ˚ . ✦ @heartate​ liked for a small starter

               𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐭𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐨 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐥𝐲,  𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠,  𝐬𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠,  𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 were spring petals unfurling,  awakening beneath the kiss of the morning sun,  painted with gentle dew.  she regards her with a warm and steady gaze,  pale roses falling to dust her cheeks.

ahri attracts art.

               𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐲,  𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐰𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠.  she sees the light in his eyes,  the state of enraptured wonder,  that burning flame growing in size,  yearning to simply know.  she stares at him from her short distance with a lowered half  -  lidded gaze and the corners of her mouth lift into a subtle,  almost demure,  smile.  her tails coalesce into one before blooming out once more,  spinning in a soft whirl behind her,  no doubt with the intent to mesmerize.

“    i’ll let you touch,    ”    ahri says,  knowingly.  there’s a hint of a teasing lilt to her voice,  a double  -  edged sword skinning the edge of her words.  releasing a bubble of soft laughter,  she quickly adds,    “    the tails.  i’ll let you touch them,  if you’re curious.    ”

he seemed innocent enough,  just by the aura surrounding him alone.  ahri is a creature of emotion  ----  she acts on the impulses of her own emotions,  she leeches off of others like a parasite as she devours the essences of their lives and grows drunk on their memories,  but she can also read and feel the energy of what they felt emanating from them.  no,  this man,  he is good  ----  he is not her prey,  there is no need to charm him,  to tease him,  in this manner, other than to make him squirm.  she loves making the hearts of men race.  they were just so cute  !

@heartate.

     he picks at ink-black strands of hair, a habit his benefactor abhors. ‘it doesn’t exude confidence and you are born to command!’ or some such cryptic film line is what apraxios would say about it. but these moments, these are the few where he is granted to speak without rail-thin wires around his throat. a very short leash left in amir’s hands. someone, somewhere is watching on his benefactor’s behalf but they are not swayed by whims and wiles like him. more so, he watches their tongues wag behind their master’s back, these dogs have no loyalty. and amir has no interest in holding the leash. still, nour plays the part very well, he only grants himself these minor self-soothers.

      “ahri, you really needn’t entertain these events, really.” he speaks gently, sheepishly. she, an artist in her own right and arguably more sincerely so than nour, he doesn’t want her affections. it’s all a bit narcissistic, really. though, amir has come to argue it’s as if he were prize-horse at an auction, touted about on his benefactor’s instructions to line his benefactor’s pocket. he lowers his voice to a whisper, “it is thinly-veiled diplomacy.” he fears his voice was lost to clinks and murmurs of his industry-elders. perhaps its for the best. 

               𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐬𝐞𝐚 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬,  𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠,  𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠.  they flicker,  they blink,  they wane in and out of life with a falter to their glow before they finally fully dim and disappear into an empty state of nothingness.  nour,  he is a shining beacon amongst the darkness,  a scintillating supernova banishing those plain shadows back to their depths.  of course she is here  ----  why wouldn’t she be  ?  she regards him with a soft,  gentle,  and reassuring smile accompanied by a shake of her head.  her ears twitch,  lowering against her head before springing upright once more.

a curious expression falls upon her countenance  ----  her eyebrow raises and her lips part into a small  ‘  o  ’  before a melodic laugh,  though drowned out by the chatter and bustle,  spills past them and they pull into a wide grin.

               𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐜𝐢𝐫𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝,  no different from a marble spinning in the vortex that imprisoned it,  rolling,  clattering,  around in a near  -  infinite loop,  its end never seeming to draw nearer.  she can think of nothing else but the agony of her past,  a time where her heart had softened in love,  blossoming in delicate fashion,  petals unraveling to the warmth of the sun.

and then,  of course,  because nothing good could remain in her hands without being broken,  marred with stains that she could not,  would not,  be rid of,  she ruined it.  all in a simple accident  ----  she never meant for it to happen.  no one ever means to steal the life of their most beloved.

she was,  perhaps even still is,  a monster  ----  as beautiful as she is,  as close to being human as she is in her appearance and the waves of emotions coursing throughout her being,  she is not human,  she never would be.  abandoned as a small kit,  she was the last of her kind that she had known of.  she was raised amongst a family of beautiful,  snow  -  white foxes who had taken her in as their own,  despite the bared flesh of her body.  and so,  she took the form of a small,  white fox,  too,  and lived as a beast,  a beast whose habits were impossibly hard to shake.

the loss of her beloved,  knowing that it was she who had stolen his life,  pained her in a way that she had never known,  and she wished for nothing more than to be able to forget the tragedy,  the crime she had committed,  to forget him,  to forget their love,  to wipe it all from existence so that she might never feel that anguish ever again.

but,  she learned it was a mistake,  though not before memories were stolen from her.

at least,  now,  she can cherish the moments of warmth,  bask in the glow of the love she had the chance to feel,  and even if she has moved on,  her love will always remain.  she is soft  -  hearted,  and she carries her love for everyone with her.  nour is right.  even in the most painful memories,  the moments that tore her heart in two,  there is still something beautiful to be found,  things that are worth remembering and reflecting upon.