Unfortunate Souls

Those beautifully malicious hues that gazed upon her may have made any other woman swoon or fear for their well being. However, they did nothing but capture her attention from the mismatched colors and the darkness that lay within them. Interesting as he was, however, she dare not let herself grow attached. She wasn’t here for more than perhaps a month at best from the phenomena that threw her here. 

     His smiled curved up further as he took that gentle hand into his own fingers; how soft was that skin-- just as it would have been on any other woman. Weren't women so tender in touch and appearance, and yet so heartless in mind? He only had ill memories of females, because the ones he had come across were either easily manipulated or were the ones who committed the manipulation. He wondered just how many of them would get entwined around his heart in the future- and would the one he pursed at the present be any different?

Yamane licked his lips, letting out a soft hum as he leaned over Vincent's shoulder, turning his head to nuzzle against the man's jaw in a mockery of a loving embrace. "Oh Master, how I have missed you..." he murmured, words sliding around them like oil or sewage. "Tell me... can I consume your heart now, Master?" (( I APOLOGIZE FOR HIM. FEEL FREE TO CHANGE HIM BACK. YAMANE JUST WANTED TO CREEP OTL ))

ok so imma come out and say this real short and quick

That gaze she knew all too well. Despite the beauty of his eyes, she knew to be wary of this man’s gaze. The charm he used did nothing to sway her as her contemplative fuchsia hues remained on this man’s form. He was different yet the same as any other she’d met. He held the same eyes as many others whom tried to use her. Yes, she was very perceptive of one’s intent, though she’d be a rather poor princess if she weren’t. However, she offered him a charming enough smile, as that of a proper princess should, and allowed the music playing in the back ground to soothe her just enough to interact with this man without raising suspicions. “Ah~ You flatter me sir. My name is Kougyoku Ren. It’s a pleasure to meet you. And you are-?”

     "I am Vincent," he answered with a gentle smile resting on his lips. It almost hurt to wear such a phony grin, and yet he couldn't stop himself. Women were so easy to manipulate if only he played the part well enough; the younger ones, especially, were often more liable to corruption. He cocked his head slightly to the side and allowed long locks of blond bang to drape over his dual-coloured orbs, albeit his eyelids closed over said eyes shortly before he parted his lips once more to speak. "Would you care to dance, Lady Kougyoku? It would seem the music is just right for the occasion...!" He informed her whilst extending a hand as an offering of some sorts.

She wasn’t surprised that this had happened- That she had been taken to a new land. Considering two legendary magicians resided in her country back home- and one being less than friendly to her- it was a wonder something like this hadn’t happened to her yet. Rather than allow herself to become frantic of her movement, however, she decided to explore, fuchsia hues flicking to this or that. Everything was vastly different from her own era- more…modernized? Though at the voice that called to her, she froze and turned to glance at the blond, blinking at flickering mismatched hues. Now that was something she didn’t expect…”A-ah, no. I’m sorry, I’m merely a bit lost is all.” Would he believe her if she said she were from another world? Probably not. “I’m not from around here is all. Am I intruding?”

     Her expression was akin to a child's. He wondered just how much he could taint her silly little existence with his manipulation, with his thievery. He leant over and cradled her tiny hand in his own, then rested his soft lips tenderly atop the porcelain skin on the upper side of her hand. Such was only a gentlemanly thing to do when presenting one's self, yes? He pulled away and respectfully dropped his grip before resting heterochromatic hues on her fuchsia ones. "Of course not. We are merely having a party, after all," he stated, as the music drifting through the atmosphere changed from lively to a slower melody. The festivities were about to get interesting to say the least, and only time could tell what kind of massacre would take place within the span of an hour, but at least he could have a little fun before the horror took place. "Such a pretty face you have," He whispered as he stroked a lock of her light pink locks between his gloved fingers. "Might I have your name?"