DATE&TIME: january 13th, 8:00pm
LOCATION: janus hotel ballroom
EXTRAS: link to their song while they’re dancing here
STATUS: closed for @ceydran-aecor
in theory, perhaps the venture sounded good. had a potential for success, even. metzger was no stranger to the sick delights humans had in them, their desire to come closer, their desire to touch. how could he, when he held such a want himself? she doesn’t blame the man for such twisted fascinations. to dance with the devil, have the smooth words of a siren lull you on a dancefloor, have the soft touch of a selkie holding onto you like her second skin - a lucrative idea, and for that, sol can respect the man.
what it lacks, however, is a more. it is forgetting how humans are inherently afraid of things they do not know as much as they are fascinated by it. forgetting that humans fail to bridge the gap between man and monster because of their mortal fear of them while simultaneously deriving pleasure from caging them up like animals below them, caging beasts forged from gods to inflate their superiority over them when they see them in chains. primitive. pathetic things, humans were.
it’s a man’s mistake. those, sol does not forgive.
“i’ve been to funerals with more life than this.” there’s a curve on red lips as she speaks to the man next to her, no stranger, no friend. nothing. “it’s almost as devoid of life as those galas we used to attend. perhaps worse. i didn’t think such things were possible.” a coquettish cock of her head with a glass in between pale fingers, words and tone amicable enough, though only he is close enough to see the stone in her eyes.
“tell me you do remember how to dance like a gentleman, ceydran.” sol puts down her glass, turning to the man and holding out a pale hand to him in an offering, eyebrows raised expectantly. eyes flicker to his metal hand for a moment before finding his face, smile slow. “or else i might have to start using my other hand to count your losses.”
