arm in arm. // lisa&frey
ideally, freyja wouldn’t be caught dead in the middle of a crowd without her bombspells, but this was thronecoming, and she guessed there was a first for everything - including bitchslapping someone in front of a hundred or so people. but, digressing, freyja breathed in, feeling the tight corset of her bright red ball gown pressing against the sides of her rather spectacular, grimm-given hips.
with heels clicking against the marble dance floor with every step, she bypassed the other happy students, twirling their partners on the dance floor, to walk over to her girlfriend. those sharp features, despite the mask, was distinguishable, especially since freyja’s lips have memorized every line and contour of vasilisa’s face.
“good evening, angel,” she began, nickname a bitter spell at the tip of her tongue. she reached out, palm outward as an offer. “care to dance?” subtly, freyja leaned closer, voice a lower tone then before, and added, “let’s talk.”
@eavasilisa
it was beyond heartless and downright evil. and vasilisa knew this. yet she went forth with her plans, her lips finding another -- rather random -- girl, making sure that her fairest was in their line of sight to witness everything. freyja had sharp eyes. she would know it was her from a mile away. a mere peck was harmless, a bit of firmness in the kiss much too safe and she didn’t have any plans on being safe. the fact that the girl had responded by hitting her first made her laugh, but she continued, a sensuous tongue slipping from between the girl’s lips. and she knew that this spark would ignite a fire in her girlfriend.
and it will be enough to help her.
any sort of reaction from freyja made a twisted part of vasilisa sing with joy. seeing that slap, watching the girl run away from them both and seeing the emotions swimming in freyja’s eyes made her want to laugh. while she loved her calm demeanor, all sharp glares and wicked words, her insecurities went away when she looked like this. angry. vasilisa loved how she was so angry. and getting the reaction she wanted, she took her hand and was even the one to guide them across the dance floor. instead of letting her hand firmly rest on the small of her back, she let it rest by her side, her gaze settling on the eyes behind the intricate mask.
“why slap an innocent girl, fairest?” she asked, tone careless and cool. “it was i who initiated the kiss. why not let that pretty hand be used on me instead?”
