❝Oh, and look at your son! How grown he is!
The comment came out a lot less forced when grinning over the rim of a wine glass. Well, it wasn’t that she was completely false in her interest, but pleasantries always felt a bit restricting to the woman with a self-proclaimed silver tongue. “The heir of Hex, hm? Already so capable, or so I’ve heard~” Ga-In finished the rest of her drink in one go and tried not to roll her eyes at the couple’s unnecessary bragging. Didn’t she just compliment his excellence? This is why she no longer enjoyed black tie events– too much needless chatter. She lit up a cigarette, since there didn’t seem to be any posted warning she ought not to, much to the mild shock of those around her. She had just been so kind to the Song family, their open mouths clacked shut in strained respect. “Well, congratulations to the two of you, hm?” Plumes of smoke circled her head and the vixen caught their conversational subject staring at her. She threw him a playful wink while taking another drag from her black cancer stick.
oh my, what a blemish! please let me offer a sincere apology regarding to my wife, she couldn’t hide her happiness now that our son is all grown up and reliable!
her lipsticks is too bloody thick, turning more gore with every sip of the wine that she devours, spilling her lungs with even more cerise. black hair in contrast with her milky skin, with jewelries sticking out with much annoyance on victor’s side. at first, she is nothing but merely duplicates of every fucking socialites out there, but with her glass empty, vivid light shining down on her frail figure, the intimidation– the audacious, her dauntlessness– that aura fuming with crimson lilac turns him on a little too much. perhaps, asking for a question from the older female could scratches his itches of curiosity of how the fuck do you tolerate them, really? don’t they just rambling on too much, maybe a stab of knife slitting right in their vocal cord would shut them up perfectly? that would relieved the tension that bloomed a little too tightly within his chest, because really, they talked too fucking much.
the clouds of smoke of the newly lit cigarette may’ve just calmed his tensions a tad, though callous finger nimble through the handkerchief on the table to cover his lips faking a few coughs, oh the irony of the thought of the most rogue being acting so gullible in front of these fucking clowns really did the wonders of cracking the loud laughter out of his gritted teeth, and he took the advantage of that moment faking even more coughs (that seems conveniently convincible now), and a smirk that curves perfectly; hiding itself behind the pure, white cloth. and while his parents does not looking, he shoots another wink her way, because a woman is a woman, widowed or not.
”oh, please, enough about me, what about yourself, ma’am? have you amused yourself to any of these men here, yet?” and an elbow (his father’s, noted angrily) hits right through his ribs, but victor still managed not to waver his smile, not when his lips would be the perfect fit to the cigarette resting harmlessly between her fingers.
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