BLACK BEAUTY ;;

(☾☆) — Rose is easily delighted by the smallest of gesture and he definitely found that tap on her nose endearing. ❝I adore you too.❞ He chimes with a chuckle while running his fingers through her hair. ❝Did I do a good job Dee?❞

             She adores him so much it’s slightly painful. Like her grins could not possibly be any larger. She’s had yet to have such light in her life. “You did a wonderful job. I love it, thank you, darling.” And she reaches up once more to tap his nose. She just enjoys touching him.

He’s one of the prettier boys she’s taken to one of Clara’s parties. A rarity in itself she she pick a boy— baby faced as he is. Her tendency is toward tall, broad men, that make her feel protected and small (even if it is an illusion. Seeing as she could put most men on their backs with one thought.). But this one works just as well, just as pretty, people would still whisper ‘what a lovely pair’. And that’s what she wants.

And he’s aware he’s pretty. One of the prettiest. How do you think he wins people over? Being pretty with a smooth tongue. And if pretty is all he needs to be tonight, well then, dammit, he’s going to be the prettiest he can be for this young lady. It’d be his pleasure to help her out. He’ll be extremely pleased if they leave tonight and he comes to find out that she got a promotion. Or however the fuck that works.

[ ♔ ] —— And if it is bullshit fun, he will be out the door just as quickly as he came in. He’s not one to linger around lost causes. “ Nope, I am truly wondering.  It helps me know exactly what I need to do personally to bring the party up to the right level. It’s a FORMULA,”  he says with narrowed eyes.   “Really panties flying off for ME? Well, I’m flattered.”  hand over his heart, he nods before laughing at her words.  “ What, were they not w o r t h y of your time?”

              Well, Dee would rather die than host a bullshit fun kind of party. Even if it’s going to be low key, it’s going to be legendary. Because she’s fucking Belladonna Solan. She can’t be known simply for marrying a mobster. “Right, FORMULA.” She humors him, smirking to his words. And she snorts, pulling away just slightly. “No of course not. Not when you can be in the company of me.” 

(☾☆) — He draws back slightly when she initially wakes, but he soon returns to his activity. ❝Just making your hair pretty—…not that it isn’t pretty already. Flowers just make everything more lovely, I think. Wouldn’t you agree?❞

               She grins--- widely, “I do agree.” her hand reaches up so her finger can press against his nose in a single tap. “I adore you, Rose.” She states out loud. Because she does. Really. She draws her hand back to rest on her stomach, still grinning up at him.

"i see. " they turn away from the other. so stupid, and they don’t have time for it. 

“yeah, the more you know.” he grumbles, frowning at the sight of the other turning. he has a strong distaste towards rude people.

                       ❝Maybe I’m the rare exception then.❞

                    "Well I guess there's a first time for everything, then."

                     She's well aware of what's going on, but she's going to keep her eyes shut because the feel of his fingers on her hair sooth her. She's just trying not to grin while he does it.