red thirst,

the moon was high on her throne now,  illuminating the deep darkness of the night and all of its secrets,  save for those kept closed behind sealed lips.  only the moon was privy to the lust of blood and pleasure.  klytië had finished her rehearsal in time to sit in the audience as lillemor drew all to her dance.  every eye was glued to her and the elegance of her movements.  it was in this that she would lure in her next meal.  before the performance came to an end klytië slipped away from her seat to go backstage.  she had caught the sight of a familiar young man in the crowd.  he was a repeat visitor,  when he should have been a memory.  klytië clicked her tongue.  it would draw too much attention to have him now,  as eager as he was.  klytië sat in lillemor’s dressing room.

as klytie entered the room lillemor pressed her hand to her chest with a small shriek. ❛ oh, you frightened me! ❜ she feigned a pout and went to her vanity, taking in the sight of her appearance after the performance, noting the flush on her cheeks. ❛ wasn’t i just mesmerizing out there? ❜ she spoke giving herself a devilish grin in the mirror before quickly turning around in her seat when she realized klytië wouldn’t stop. she already knew the plans that’s lillemor had crafted, not that she had been careful with them, but to have them ruined regardless was a disappointment. ❛ how did you know… ❜ she folded her arms across her chest and gave another pout.