WOLF / KING

                amusement is overridden by boredom, it keeps the slight upturn at the corner of his lips hidden, the shine of his eyes masked by glare of neon against tinted lenses. he waits, patient as ace rants. thinks this particular conversation might be more fun if he were to pull the little plastic bag of snow from breast pocket and share in man’s habits, alas, he knows better than to add fuel to the fire. if raising wolves has taught him anything, it is that the fire will burn itself out, eventually, the tantrum will end. hand moves as head tilts, fingers catch metal and plastic, pulling sunglasses away revealing amber eyes. the wolf leans back, relaxes further into seat with air of arrogance, a sigh pulls itself from his lips before he speaks.

                they are royalty in the eyes of la, anything she desires is her’s, all she has to do is say the word, he would deny her nothing. the idea of countess’ head on platter had crossed his mind once or twice but she had not asked, so he avoided confrontation. she has her wolf well trained, he will not bite unless asked.

                orian sits, waiting for her with well tailored patience, fingers dancing across the arms of chair, as if he were tracing ivory keys. he can so rarely sit still. his attention is pulled from imaginary keys when liz emerges, wolf looks at her with admiration. answer is anticipated on lips, it is know before she asks, spoken in the way honey gold eyes drag along the details of her.

ARCH     TWIST      TO      newly  -  painted    mouth    ,           refreshed    to     its    ruby    rouge    after    he’d    kissed    it   pale        &      vague    ,            still    donned    in    the    silk    of    her    robe    when    hand    dances    over    hip    .                 ❝           mm         –––          normally    i    wouldn’t    dream    of    it    ,          handsome    .           ❞                hum    of    sarcasm    sweet    on    teasing    tongue    ,            knowing    absolutely    otherwise    .              gentle    kiss    pressed     to   his    cheek    ,           regretful    smile              ;           she’d    much    rather    stay    ,            if    it    was    left    up    to    her   ,           but   ,        alas   ,        duty    calls   .              ❝         i    can    only    keep    the    lounge    on    ice    for    so    long    ,          unfortunately    .         ❞

               purr pushes from his throat, past his lips in the form of amused grin, fingers glide across fabric clad hip. there’s a chance he’s trying to persuade her to stay with him instead of going down to the lounge.   “ baby , you should know better than to tease me by now. ”   this is not a threat, not a warning, there is nothing behind his tone but amusement and admiration. he is starstruck in her presence, always. far too soft, far too fragile, but he will not build walls between them, not again.