shadows dance behind an gauzy shroud; silhouettes puppeteered by the effervescent buzz of intoxication. midnight is nearly upon them. the sweep of dusky black claiming the sky above seems to cast a spell over the soiree, awakening a hunger within their well tailored guests. it is a given, at any of these corporate mixers, that his employee will endure the brunt of wandering hands and errant teeth. yet, val himself, is not exempt from quenching the appetites of their valued investors, if the situation demands.
it is a delicate dance, this little game of his. the concoction of feigned adoration, unabashed arousal and coy persuasion must be measured precisely when worming into a benefactor's mind. every bruise and bitemark a medal earned, anointing his being with the accolades of subliminal domination. --unbeknownst to the raspacious millionaires haunted by the mere sight of him.
it seems an eternity since the moth's first rite of passage; wide eyed, quaking limbs unfolding beneath the voracious grasp of the all consuming beast. as the ambrosia seeps into his veins, val wonders how many green faces passing through the halls of this tower feel the same rush whilst ensnared beneath the gaze of insatiable men. if sentiment were not a terminal ailment, val may feel a spark of pity for several other breathtaking specimens cursed to attend the gathering. this industry will reforge those who do not wither under the limelight's perpetual flare — as it has time and again. carving idols from precious stone. akin to the beautiful woman lingering beside him atop the moon drenched balcony.
cerise eyes gleam beneath the frosted glaze of the night lighting; gliding with the movements of dancing shadows beyond the semi-opaque curtain that veils the space within. a spark of amusement flickers across the overlords lips as he offers a sugary cigarillo to @malicents. one set of elbows rests upon the mosaiced railing as his gaze drifts from the festivities to his smoking companion. ❛ enough ego for tonight, babe? are you tired of the rich perverts already? ❜ a honeyed hum reverberates from his throat, pouring fourth into a husky chime of uncurated laughter. ❛ pathetic isn't it? they act so high and mighty, like it's a privilege to wrap their name around your tongue. when, they're just going to be screaming yours later. ❜ one luminescent eye dims beneath the sweep of translucent lashes as their gazes lock.
˗ˋˏ ♡ ˎˊ˗ ❛ we all want to kiss our names from someone else's mouth.. ❜ 𝒎𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒌𝒔 ━━ an anecdote as old as blood through veins.
a sliver of a grin slithers across the moth's face, fissuring into a snare of teeth. ❛ you're not wrong, love. everyone wants to be worshiped. despite the lies we tell ourselves.❜ the spark of a lighter sets the saccharine stick within his grasp ablaze with a wisp of cherry fumes. rouged lips curled around the filter, leaving a rosewood imprint in their wake. ❛ its just human nature.❜ he drawls, smoke seeping from between his teeth in a trailing string of hearts. the words roll off his pointed tongue effortlessly. as if, he too, was born of mortal flesh — recast through the penalty of sin.
val reclines against the railing, cigarillo poised betwixt manicured fingers as the sounds of the city below mingle with the echo of the music beyond the window pane. he sets his site upon malicent once more, their auras tangling against the black of the sky. a hum of laughter fades into the wind as he observes her with something oddly akin to respect. ❛ but you already know... everything is about sex, except sex.❜ he shrugs, eyes as bright a the blood moon staining the sky above. ❛ sex is about power. ❜
