❝ WITCHDOCTOR? Really? ❞ he frowns at the title he’s heard far better code names for his person, even the mafia’s ridiculous nicknames suddenly seemed so very pleasant to the ear. ❝ Guess I’ll have to make sure that rumor won’t spread. The voodoo part is clearly an insult. ❞
Mikail does however not leave his position just yet, watching her play a big cat on the oh-so-uncomofrtable couch and eyebrows are raised at her words. ❝ Mhm, really? ❞ the question is drawled as he admires from afar, before slowly returning to the spot where she lay, tempting as always. ❝ And what if… ❞ the man starts, kneeling next to her his index finger follows a path ( from her temple,tucking hair away, to jaw, to neck, cleavage and waist, stopping just below the navel ) ❝ … I don’t want to? ❞
❛ you do stick pins and needles into everyone you meet. ❜ she means metaphoricaly, of course, a smirk spreading like churned butter across raspberry lips. he feigns distance, but then he’s on her like usual, fingers attempting to tease. it’s working. lily can feel herself getting bothered but she doesn’t let it on, ever cool & collected. his path makes her shiver a bit, goosebumps appearing sporadically on her arms as she raises a finger to his chin, chucking it teasingly.
❛ then you’d be a l i a r , mikail. ❜ she breathes his name, her eyelids fluttering. lily leans up and touches scarlet lips to his ear. ❛ you’re such terrible company, you know that ?? always compromising the virtue of distinguished ladies. ❜ virtue was drawn out in a terribly throbbing way, a smile licking the edges of the word.