@marhcel asked : ∗ 12﹕ sender invites receiver to dance . , don't look @ me !!!! it's marcel !!! ( x )
they share a strange history , the two of them , an unlikely bond formed by the iron of battle : she saw a hunger in him , and he regonized that same monster in the wintry desolation of her eyes . a fundation not set on mere affection , but rooted in greed , in vengance , power . this tulmutuous climb to the top will make for strange bedfellows , sly conspirators . and it has .
adelaide has held herself so carefully throughout the night , you’d think she remained under the scrunity of some invisible force : both graceful and stealthy , like someone who’d grown accustomed to see herself at the same time she saw everything else . her spine straight as an arrow , her manicured hands folded neatly in her lap . watching , searching for opportunities as the festivities unfold , she sees him instead ---- a lilt to his step , a speck of glee lighting up often somber , thoughtful features .
she blinks once , twice --- and my , does she flashes those doe eyes at him . a hand drapes over his open palm , smooth as silk , and suddenly their bodies are touching , lurching forward --- vined hearts pumping to a syncronized rhytim . ❛ has the town been treating you well , my darling ? i do hope you have not bumped into any inconveniences . ❜ a coy simper shapes her laquered mouth as those very hands slither like sepents across his bared skin , finding each bump and hidden crevice , tracing all the countorns of his arms - deliberately slow in its exploration , slithering all the way to the base of his skull .