D A G G E R M O U T H

a  flutter  of  laughter  pulls  it’s  way  from  her  throat  that  has  her  head  tipping  back  and  her  hair  spilling  past  her  shoulders,  covering  the  sudden  breath  of  surprise  she’d  taken  in  response  to  the  abrupt  pull,  soft  and  pleasant  and  matching  his  perfectly.  they  easily  follow  suit  to  the  rhythm  set  up  though  not  without  a  fumble  here  and  there,  unexpected  as  it  was  they  were  known  for  being  a  quick  learner.  

she  couldn’t  remember  the  last  time  she’d  danced  with  someone  (  it  felt  like  lifetimes  ago  ),  and  she  couldn’t  remember  the  last  time  it  felt  so  fun, couldn’t  remember  the  last  time  she  felt  so  alive  with  the  wind  on  her  face  and  her  skin  goosebumped,  a  vivacious  energy  taking  her  (  oh  she  felt  so  alive,  so  awake  ).  

it  was  as  startling  as  it  was  enjoyable,  and  therein  came  the  sinking  revelation  pooling  in  the  back  of  their  mind  that  they  couldn’t  remember  the  last  time  they’d  been  in  the  company  of  another,  a  subtle  jostle  of  their  head  made  to  shake  off  the  thoughts;  and  what  splendid  timing  it  was  that  he  offered  a  twirl,  to  which  she  follows  effortlessly,  the  motion  only  slightly  disrupted  by  her  snort  at  his  words.

❛   oh,  is  that  so  ?  and  here  i  thought  you  liked  this  pace,  maybe  i’ll  go  faster  next  time  —   ❜   words  cut  themselves  off  at  the  sudden  dip,  eyes  blinking  slowly,  almost  owlishly,  and  as  always  she  takes  the  time  to  study.  studying  his  features,  gaze  mapping  his  face  well  as  if  it  was  the  first  time  she’d  seen  him,  and  there  was  a  brief  pause  that  came  from  being  so  unused  to  such  proximity  (  far  too  accustomed  with  the  solitude  that  came  with  her  escapades  ),  and  with  a  quick  glance  to  the  side,  she  raised  a  hand  up  lightning  fast  and  gave  him  a  gentle  flick  on  the  forehead.

❛   alright  maestro,  how  about  i  take  the  lead  now,  hm  ? ❜

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    THERE’S A STUTTER IN THE MIND,       a derail of consistent notions and casual fancies that instigates a gentle pause to come to fruition.  Vigor could be so very intoxicating, and the urge - the raw instinct to lean into the robust excitement does a good job of catching him off guard.  Feline eyes observe her with a smugness that had long gone delved into thoughtfulness and sharp curiosity.

Perhaps they were simply one for small joys.  The consideration doesn’t last long, as the brusque laughter of hers brings his conscious into a more focused state for the present.  But it’s a mirth he promptly shares with shaking shoulders, spiked humor once again taking its place at seeing their surprise at his purposefully disorienting movements.  ❝  Pace seldom matters if one’s partner can barely match him.  ❞  Another carded challenge, thrown as loosely as he breathed as if it was inherent in his nature to be difficult.

An owlish blink of his own before it becomes a rather huffy look, expression genuinely taken aback until he immediately retaliates, unable to take the higher ground in this petty, playful battle of theirs. ❝  Well.  ❞  Bracing himself, hands securely latch onto her waist, grin gaining a malicious edge before he’s throwing her in the air.

He catches them of course.

  ` I WANT THE K // @apprenentice​ sent:  i want the k // if u would like 2 mmmayhaps! 3: Nose Kiss

It begins with a flick of his finger at her nose.  Yes, it might be an impolite way to assert his presence and attain her attention, but it served its purpose just fine, did it not?  The huffiness that could - would probably ensue was just the icing to the cake.  Her reactions were becoming one of his favorites to instill, whether positive or negative.  ❝  You were staring into space.  ❞  he casually offers, tone a tint affronted as if offended she wasn’t focused on him, brows arching at her hopefully regained attention.  ❝  And I brought you back.  You should be grateful, really, it was quite the arduous task, I almost cannot feel my finger.  ❞  A wiggle of said appendage, expression laced with faux lamentation.

` I WANT THE K // @hazmoonxmuses​ sent: I want the k - Lilith ofc. :3 2: Cheek Kiss

Unrestrained excitement, that was what it was, the reveling pleasure that lowered more uptight inhibitions of the social kind.  Perhaps he ought to be concerned it’d offend, but there was a limit to cautiousness in the presence of royalty.  Respect was endowed until it became - hah - dehumanizing!

He’d hope it wouldn’t come to that at least, he wasn’t willing to sacrifice his pride, as lovely as her company was.  A jaunty gait is what brings him to her, a brief, but firm kiss on the cheek becoming the greeting in lieu of a ‘hello!’, accentuated by a mock bow - showy and playful in how exaggerated it was.

` I WANT THE K // @malfabulae​ sent:  'i,, want the k.' from your fave ( maybe ) verona. 6: Gentle Peck

Trepidation - inhibitions weren’t chains he had any intention of growing acquainted with, want peppered with reasonable caution was enough to compel him into attaining his comforts and scarce vices in spite of what might ail him for a moment.    Of course, there were prizes one could not afford due to the longevity of their punishments, but he doubted such would apply in this scenario.

It wasn’t a composure-esvicesrating urge, but more of a suggestion in faint form, perhaps a murmur that would lament were it not followed through.  An inclination, that would be the word, not unlike what tells him to brush the straying tress of blonde hair from her face.

` I WANT THE K // @anxechoxinxhell​ sent:  I want the K, for Castello if u want, kiss is nice-- 5: Firm Kiss

It took but a few moments of observation to compel him to lean forward, taken by an urge that might have been present beforehand, though strictly restrained by --- by, by, by who knows?  The notion of it seemed rather silly as he pressed his lips against the viper’s own, force firm and content, and head carefully canted to the side as a hand rose, unsure of what to busy itself with until fingers found themselves against the man’s jaw, confidently cupping it as digits faintly pet him.

` UNPROMPTED // @malfabulae​ sent:  one leg rises in languid flourish to crook over its mate, bare-taloned feet a'dangling from her perch. the gilded she-titan all illholy glory comes again to bother ; gold burnished hues at half mast but shining with INTRIGUE. seems this would become new routine-- if he'd allow the company in those lonely witching hours. crowned head cants to winged shoulder. "shall we indulge our audience of stars again? or, you could indulge ME instead and tell me more of your strange fancies."

The fleeting strike of shock is enough to elicit a prompt pause in his formerly purposeful step, hawkish pupils flickering upwards to find the future ruin of another nondescript day.  It wasn’t a development he was particularly inclined to bemoan about, quite the opposite in fact, yet her appearance did still arise a tepid sense of alarm ( which was frankly washed out by his voracity of wanting to unravel everything that tickled him so.  it was a wonder he has stayed alive so long with his subpar survivability   ).

He gives a slow blink, head inclined a teensy tilt to the side while mildly taut muscles relax, form transitioning into a more languid and placid state.     ❝  Mmm-  Why, hello,  ❞  he answers in lieu of immediately responding to her inquiry, voice sprinkled with faint laughter and humor.  ❝  And here I had believed you had been but a wistful mirage.  ❞   Arms come to entwine behind the small of his back, torso slightly forward as he made his way closer to where she laid.  ❝  But no...  ❞    Cue some leisure steps in a circular motion, posture unassuming as he loops around her from the ground, predatory instincts kept at bay, though always present.  He comes to a stop in front of her.  ❝  You’re very real.  Isn’t that nice?  ❞

* (  REIGN /  SENTENCE PROMPTS. @pxppinmolly​ sent: ❛ Well if I have to run I want to look good doing it. ❜ -

... ❝  I believe whatever would be supposedly behind you already deems you enough of a snack.  ❞  A mildly placed emphasis on the ‘ck’ as if to make fun of the word, though it was a tad more exaggerated than he would’ve liked.  He sounded ridiculous.  Oh, to be mocked by the thing he had sought to mock.  A vilifying tragedy, that was what it was, and he was the main fool of it all.  A point for modern lingo, ripped straight from his hands.  

* (  REIGN /  SENTENCE PROMPTS. @malfabulae​ sent: ❛ We were supposed to dance under the stars. ❜ // aint never said two words-- but here, dance with the titan of war ; from verona.

An eccentric way to make an impression, but efficient at instilling a sense of permanence in the lulling occasion.     ❝  Hmm.  ❞  He gives a non-committal hum, though the fingers that now pull her into the open do enough to imply his favorable opinion about this sudden sway of theirs.  ❝  I find it very calming to dance in the dead of the night all in my lonesome.  ❞ His thoughtful voice slips into the silent atmosphere, molding itself into the setting rather than ruining it.   ❝  Since, as pretty as the stars might be, they’re still an audience of long-forgotten corpses.  You’re left to dance for yourself.  And doesn’t that sound freeing?  ❞

The gentleness of the beginning would not survive, only donned as a placeholder for more frenzied movements while he takes his unabashed time studying her, rapt eyes memorizing her appearance until satisfaction leads his gaze back to her own.  What a sharp looking thing, he feels as if he could cut himself on her presence alone if he weren’t too careful.  Thrilling.

One of his hands find themselves upon her waist, drive unapologetically unquestioning.  As scarce as his indulgence in the warmth of company was, he was still a creature of touch.  ❝ Perhaps I’m being too morbid, hm?  ❞  A brisk step forward, half-dipping her before righting her, direction sharp, but not dissonant to the new rhythm he’d set.  Curiosity thrumming in askance whether or not she could keep up.

* (  REIGN /  SENTENCE PROMPTS. @spiderinheels​​ sent:  ❛ How many people have you killed? ❜

❝  Does it matter?  ❞  A smile, neutral if a touch perplexed.  It was a type of body count he hardly found himself invested in.  If demons did not revel in the cathartic pleasure of violent rapture, then desensitization would instill dismissive apathy of the activity.  He wasn’t one to go out of his way to enact terminations of the meager, which was not saying he was a saint by any means.  Blood-laced hedonism was lovely to indulge in when the participants instigated some substance of anger, and he wasn’t exempt from the occasional vice.  ❝  I find it’s best not to keep track of such things.  ❞

* (  REIGN /  SENTENCE PROMPTS. @apprenentice​ sent:  ❛ We were supposed to dance under the stars. ❜ spams u with asks bc im evil @ apprenentice bc nima's gr8 at dancing

Quicksharp is the speed in which he grabs her wrists, unmindful of the barely finished sentence and wait that it might have required.  There was poetry to be had in the tunes of what she uttered, but no one did ever specify stanzas had to be gentle.