#int: sofia

Tall, dark, lethal, and bored with the humdrum of party guest that milled about the Sapphire Room, Vittorio stood slumped against one of the ivory banisters of the Entrance Hall, over looking the guests that moved in and out of the ball below him. The lack of security made this game too easy, as he eyed a boisterous man in a pinstripe suit, watching as confusion overtook the man’s face when suddenly his voice vanished mid-sentence. Then he relieved another of sensation in their feet, watching as the person tumbled down the stairs opposite of him. It was child’s play really, tricks Vitto had once used when he was still growing accustomed to his powers.  

Tresses the color of flames caught his eye, red hair was a rarity and he already knew the waves of obsidian applique did not contain Alice. Her pallor and small frame somehow radiated strength in the confidence of her stride and his keen eye knew that the sanguine gems that glittered from her neck were no fakes. Viitto was a gambling man, and in this moment he was willing to bet the price of all the ornate jewels she flaunted that the girl was the better half of the royalty he sought tonight. Sofia. 

Swift feet carried him after her, using his powers where he could to make bodies composing the crowds into obstacles while he caught up. Blinding a man here, making another’s knees buckle there, stopping a woman in her tracks as her hands went numb and her glass shattered upon the floor. “Sofia...” he spoke softly, focusing on the redhead’s hearing though she still walked ahead of him. “Sofia, wait.” He didn’t need a megaphone or a raised voice, he needed only to heighten what his powers would in other scenarios take away--hear me. He kept moving until he was almost close enough to skim his fingers over her shoulder. 

“Leaving so soon, principessa? Didn’t you know all the fun is the other way?”