“With the untold power of imagination.” He smiled and stared at her sunglasses. He was tempted to take them off,really. He knew what would happen. Curiosity killed the Devil,and then sent his ass back to Hell,apparently. “Also, locked doors don’t keep my kind out. We tend to slither everywhere.”
“Your kind,” she repeated, stilettos clacking at a steady pace as she approached. His presence made her snakes squirm beneath the wig, but she willed them to halt. Not yet, girls. Patience… “Please, do enlighten me before I tire from your riddles."
⟫»—> 𝕬lduin doesn’t laugh - but damn this woman knew how to make him stifle them quite embarrassingly. He still thought he was more of the Great Stone Dragon, but whichever she preferred was acceptable.
The coils of serpents continued to give life to a smirk upon his face, trying his hardest to remain as poised and collected though it felt as if lightning was dancing beneath her fingers as they danced across his neck. Cognac eyes slit, staring into the black glasses that hid her own - he was so devilishly curious - merely listening for now. Two options? The smirk curled mischievously. He may not understand the way of humans, but he understood much more.
❝ Oh? ❞ For a fleeting moment he stared at a cobra in the tendrils. He did find them uncomfortable still. Without further word, he threw a belt upon a chair and had the jeans at his ankles and stepping out of them in seconds. ❝ It is so much easier to take garments off. “ He winked at her, before adding. ❝ You’re turn. ❞
His cluelessness, the innocence so prevalent in his humanity beneath dark eyes that denied any presence of it was enticing. There was bristling darkness within the man who claimed bestial nature, she no longer doubted it, but the way he softened to her, listened to her…he was different than the other prey she stalked. A light that burned as bright as the flame of his maw.
Her gaze was not fixed, but wandered like a boat floating on gentle currents. It was difficult not to. Lips twitched as her concealed eyes freely drank up his form. Em wondered for a moment if he knew the implications behind her words. If that wink was playful or if it meant something more. She was never one to wonder and overthink.
With a careful motion, she shut her eyes and placed the sunglasses on the table. Then, she swiftly slipped the thin fabric off her shoulders. Only when she replaced the sunglasses upon her face did she open her eyes. Medusa didn’t remember the last time she exercised such caution to keep a man safe from her. She stared at him, gauged his reaction, her thumb hooked in the pocket of her own jeans.
“I was going to say ‘existed’ but alive works.” The curve of her mouth mimicked the other’s without the humor. Her head lifted as she spoke. “A demon.”
“A daemon? I thought you of all creatures wouldn’t doubt my existence.” She tucked a straying snakeling behind her ear. “Since when did you have black eyes?"
“Whfhat?” Dumbfounded, his cheeks turned a muddy salmon color.
“No, you may not.” His voice’s tremble was half of what it once was. “And I am not cabbage.”
Her smirk was neither sinister nor sweet, but a mixture of both as she sauntered over to him in her eight-inch, black heels. “Such a shame. You’re exactly my type.” Cocking her head to the side, her wig rustled impatiently–or more accurately, something rustled beneath her wig–and she gazed at him through her Prada sunglasses. “And you’re right. You’re far too delicious to be cabbage. What’s your name, darling?"
His voice is deep and melodic, yet it vibrates with enough tension to make mountains crack, and caverns cave.
"Easy there, Cabbage Patch. Can’t a gal talk to a pretty green thing?“ There’s a coy smile on her face. She is unfazed by the thundering chords aimed at her.
