The Last Dance || The Murder of Archibald Burke
The reception is in full swing and yet Maya still sits at the head table, doing little to hide her boredom. Archie still hadn’t made his way over to her yet-she could see him now, yucking it up with some old couple who look half way dead. Maya rolls her eyes and keeps scanning the room. Narcissa, beautiful as ever, being twirled around deftly by Lucius, who doesn’t look totally atrocious for his credit. Instinctively, she begins to scan the corners and along the walls and she finds his hulking figure soon enough.
Cassiel is a piss poor candidate for gate crashing-he was less than inconspicuous to begin with, towering over most people, and now he’s added those ridiculous tattoos to his neck. The scars from Maya’s flames have been turned into freakishly real scales-not unlike those on that stupid snake he loves so much that’s probably in the pocket of his dress robes as they speak. A red eye magically enchanted to move around rests above the scales on his right side-though Maya isn’t entirely sure he can’t see out of the damn thing. The jacket on his dress robes has a ridiculously high collar-Maya’s assuming its in place in an attempt to at least make himself somewhat presentable, but she hates it. She hates it almost as much as she hates the thrill that runs through her when he catches her staring and winks at her. She feels him pressing to get into her thoughts and she relents.
You look like a total and absolute wanker.
He gives her a look and cocks his head to the side slightly, indicating the completely empty table around her. Maya doesn’t need his freakish powers to understand what he means. Right back at you.
Shut the fuck up.
He smirks back at her before grabbing a cup of shrimp cocktail off of a passing tray. Maya watches in disgust as he starts to eat the shrimp in one bite, tails and all.
“Archibald!”
Maya’s voice soars above the music, causing everyone in the room to look at her as she stands-almost as if that was her intention. She throws her husband an adoring smile that widens when she feels Cass’s eyes burning into her.
“Dance with me, my love? I simply adore this song.”
An extra punch of her seduction powers have the poor bastard practically tripping over himself to take her in his arms. It’s getting boring-how easy it all is. And there are few things in this world that Maya hates more than boredom
@cass-avery
