☾ . * — 𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒏 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒂𝒍𝒍, 𝒔𝒆𝒕 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒖𝒏𝒓𝒐𝒐𝒇 𝒑𝒐𝒐𝒍.
this place, nestled at the breast of the clouds, is the quintessence of what it means to be fae. it captured each enticement fairy could ever offer a newcomer, all promises of light, refractions of gold, pleasure compressed in form. the pools were real, and yet they were not. on the water’s surface, lilies of gauze & gypsum floated in soft ebbs. if you broke through its mirror and submerged, you would find lukewarm waves licking at your skin, lulling your body closer to the center. steps and pillasters bordered its every side to lend support to nimble, intoxicated bodies, boneless with desire ; an anchor to brave the limn, a cranny to settle your glass in, a bolster to lean into as your legs wrap around a lover’s thigh. at first glance, the water is faience, lapis lazuli, hues of peridot. it seems only a shade darker than the skies that reign above it. when the sun throws down its rays, they will be scattering back and forth between mist and wave, divisive and vibrant like children let loose. underneath the surface, blackness spools on and on without end.
deneva is no newcomer. she has seen the dark, sat down with it and cupped its face. she knows it is limitless, and unseeing, unseen. but does that not make all this brilliance more beautiful ? hemmed in by the arcade that marks the roof’s entrance, she casts a breezy laughter to the guests gathered inside. “ you’re on the verge of either a plot, a passing fancy to ruin your clothes in this heat, or a menage . out of the three, i’d only really like to interfere with one. ”
Julius leaned against one of the marble pillars near the entrance to this dazzling oasis; his face a macabre mask of mischief, all impish smiles and provocative glances. “Of course I’m plotting dearest one,” his tone dripped heavy with sweetness, sharp and bloody underneath its jovial disguise. In his hand was a curious mask, fashion from various metals and bits of nature itself, coming together to form a grotesque countenance of a fox. “I’m in the mood for some hell raising, if I’m being honest. I can’t remember the last time I had some real fun.” Of course he always had fun— to a degree, but what he meant was something deeper, darker. Something more along the lines of bewitching, humiliating, playing with some new human toys. The summer child didn’t have the biggest appetite for blood and violence, sadism or masochism in that shade; but he did enjoy the mental and emotional games, lust, greed, gluttony and sloth were his sins of choice. He felt no affinity for things like envy, wrath, or pride.
Glittering fuscia irises narrowed playfully and adoringly, as he began to saunter and swish the rest of the distance towards the edge of the glimmering lapis waters. Dropping the fox mask down, and then letting his body follow suit in one quick movement, lounging lazily next to the pool like a content cat. “Perhaps you can dull my boredom some? Or are you busy daydreaming and brooding again?” The curve of his lips turned up into a smile, half sincere half teasing and provocative. Maybe he liked to play around too much, flirt too much, say sweet things too much— but he had no plans of changing any time soon. He liked being carefree and rotten to the core, like a true fae.
