ειρήνη.

GALA   FLOOR.   atmosphere   of   opulence   hummed   with   conversation,   laughter   polished   to   perfection   melody,   attuned   to   the   fall   and   rise   of   the   orchestra.   chandeliers   cascaded   aureate   veil   onto   the   scene,   ethereal   shroud   that   eclipsed   them   from   the   ghastly   reality   of   gotham   streets.   patrons   of   the   night   could   claim   they   knew   the   scourges   that   clogged   the   heart   of   the   city,   but   only   HIM   had   bruised   the   knuckles   to   purge   them.   well   .   .   .   him   &   her.   royalty   could   be   imbued   in   each   stride   of   her   heels,   but   a   sharpened   edge   laid   beneath   graceful   demeanor   .   .   .   including   the   tongue.   warmth   lingers   where   her   fingers   graze   his   tie,   jaw   ascending   lightly   in   an   automatic   response,   taunt   (perhaps   for   their   closeness   or   the   nature   of   her   question,   perhaps   both).      “   no,   ”      was   the   only   answer   he   deigned,   silence   stretched   taut   for   what   seemed   an   eternity   before   arctic   optics   melted   into   her   gaze.      “   i   don't   think   anyone   else   could   keep   up   nor   stay   on   my   side   for   more   than   tonight,   ”      rising,   hand   took   hold   of   hers   as   lips   descended,   alighting   a   kiss   on   the   back   of   palm.   for   someone   who's   been   betrayed   by   affectionate   digits   before,   the   certainty   of   the   princess'   alignment   alleviated   all   his   aches.

the   tilt   of   her   head,    the   sweetness   in   her   smile;    she   starts   something   she   cannot   finish.    “    i   fear   even   you   underestimate   the   power   money   &   status   holds   over   humanity,       i   think   they   could..    ——————    “     there’s   sunshine,    until   he   kissed   her   digits…       chivalry,    how   regal   of   him   to   play   oh—so—fair   in   the   eye   of   the   public.    diana   could   hear   the   whispers   now,    highly   trained   and   enchanted   ears   never   truly   allowed   her   sanity,    and   apparently   neither   did   he.    was   that   on   purpose?       the mere   thought   causes   smile   to   blur,    as   does   the   moon   behind   clouds.    demeanor   reflects   to   something..    ill-suited for   ambassador   of   peace.       “    ——————and   unlike   your   temporary   companions,    “    she   grants   pause,       just   enough   to   allow   kissed   hand   to   hold   his   chin   &   dare   to   scrunch   up   his   chiseled   features.    the   room   almost   stops,    lean’t   down,        “     …    your   flattery   does   not   work   on   me,    beloved   wayne.    “    night’s   released   from   her   patronizing   and   minor   affections:    clearly   finished   with   her   small   act   of   war.    with   nearest   champagne   flute   downed,    “    what   business   did   we   have   to   attend   to   again?    “

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  @truthqueen sent "i know you better than you know yourself." [ not accepting ]

“ OH, PLEASE, ”     she sneers. she pushes herself to her feet, stance tight, and stares up at the amazon with cold blue eyes. her chin hips up as if to make up for their difference in height, and lips pinch in a thin line.

it’s the audacity of it, really, that gets her. who is she, this pampered princess, this immortal, to pretend like she knows her? what does she know of adversity, of the near impossible odds that veronica has spent most of her life fighting against?

“ you may have read my wikipedia page, princess, but that doesn’t mean that you know me. ”

arms   crossed,    lean’t   against   a   nearby   wall..    just   to   push   off   the   moment   she   was   pressed;    stare   nothing   but   a   reflection   of   the   smaller   woman   in   front   of   her.       “    wikipedia…    “    princess   offers   nothing   short   of   an   amusing   chuckle:    hypocritical   of   veronica   hale.    diana   would   not   make   assumptions   about   her   character   through   tampered,    or   false   information,    ——————or   modern   technology   for   that   matter——————yet   it   seemed   she   would   be   on   the   receiving   end   of   such   disrespect.    however   slighted   hale   might’ve   felt..    diana   wouldn’t   return   the   flesh   wound.    “    it’s   very   clear   it   is   you   that   does   not   know   me,        ...       a    shame.    i   thought   we   could   find   common ground.    “

i have something that i must confess.

i cannot rest.

there's only so much left we can endure.

whatever you need to say can wait some more.

back so soon?

by the gods, what happened to you?

don't worry, i've got you now.

let me bring you all something to eat.

think of your past.

i got all the power.

i don't play.

this is the price we pay to live.

the world does not tend to forgive.

we have to go save them.

i can hear her still.

will you choose to leave?

she's a clever witch.

it's a game of wits.

i must say what a brilliant speech you gave.

who goes there?

wouldn't you like a taste of the power?

wouldn't you like your outcome preferred?

don't thank me, friend.

you very well may die.

i hope that i've been misinformed.

i must ask just to be sure.

did you do something to them?

i don't know who you are.

i'm not taking chances, dear.

if you make one wrong move, then you're done for.

i could put a spell on you.

i must be a god like you.

you and i are now evenly matched.

i've got people to protect.

there is no turning back.

you've given me no reason to bestow you with my trust.

everyone's true colors are revealed in acts of lust.

i'm not sure i follow.

there are other ways of persuasion.

there are other means of deceit.

there are other roads to the soul.

you have so much left to learn.

show me that you're willing to burn.

there is so much power.

this is the price we pay to love.

she's my everything.

so i beg you, grant us mercy.

there might be way to evade him.

it might be your one final hope.

i can't get you home.

maybe showing one act of kindness leads to kinder souls down the road.

i remember actions of passion.