☾ a phoenix in the night ☽

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“Okay? You got a faerie fetish or something, Ginger?” his words were more harsh than he intended them to be. His smile broke the serious tone. It was inevitable with how much this one was blushing. Armand enjoyed making innocents blush as much as the next dominant but they were not a favorite of his particularly. Most of ‘em were so goddamn useless. This one though - this one had potential. 

L’Enfer. A slave trying to get back to the cells on her own, without any fight or complaints of it. “Sir?” he wouldn’t correct her for being polite, but he couldn’t help himself with his next words “I prefer Daddy, but we can work our way up to it.” Armand’s mind had been made up and his evening decided until this little witch crossed his path. His hand raised and pushed under her chin to force her gaze up to meet his. “I can think of a place much better for you to occupy some time in.”

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         A faerie fetish? - Well, if Tegan didn’t have one already, she does now. The thought alone threatens to entirely overtake her face with the heat of embarrassment. And surely - that was exactly what this man wanted, with her so easily feeding into it and tripping over her own words. “No - I mean...No, I just. - You’re like, a walking fairytale, is all.” Oh gods, that was probably the lamest thing she has ever said. Tegan knew this was a bad idea. But. to say she was sheltered was an understatement. 

         His next words only further dig the hole she longs to throw herself into. Daddy - Why would he…oh. Ocean blue hues widen and a doe-like expression shapes her delicate features. “On second thought, you know - I should find it on my own. I’m probably already in trouble for leaving, -'' wow she’s talking so much, rambling even though she cuts herself off. Instead, Tegan attempts to turn her head, take a step away, but determined fingers tip her chin up and she's trapped by his mischievous gaze.

           “...Is it true you can’t lie?” a direct question, seeking a direct answer. Though if she remembers correctly, the fae folk are not to be trusted. Even those with tempting words and pretty faces. "Where?"

   Nothing made him feel better than a fresh tattoo. Over the years Armand had acquired a variety of artwork from the best artists that he could find. The cells were disappointing today and he made up his mind that a new piece would be added to his arsenal. He flicked out his phone and shot a quick text out just as a voice filled his ear. “What was that?” he looked up and slid his phone into his pocket, “c’mon - you have my attention now.” 

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          “I -” This was a bad idea. “I’m sorry, I’ve just...never seen a faerie in person.” Tegan’s words are filled with a gentle, but panicked amazement as she finds herself getting quickly sidetracked as heat spreads across her cheeks. She had been rented - but said person had been nowhere to be found. She had waited so long she was sure she had been entirely forgotten about. It wasn’t uncommon, so she had wandered off. Deciding she would simply, and quietly go back to the cells without fuss turned out to be far easier said than done. This is not her home.

           “I’m trying to find my way back to....L'Enfer.” Gods, she realizes how ridiculous that sounds, wanting to go back to such a place. But - “I don’t want to get into trouble - or cause you any sir. I’m sorry, I’m a little lost and need directions.” Her eyes downcast. 

“Watch it!” she exclaimed with annoyance, eying the person she’d shoulder crashed with. Her expression was beyond pissy after the day she’d had, feeling dirty and cold all over. If anyone dared cross her now she would jump down their throat without thinking. The entire world better just back the hell off.. 

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