shades of pink
The concept was not unfamiliar to him – there was very little that could claim that after four thousand years – but the practice of it… well. If he’d been human, he was fairly certain that…what was the phrase these days? that he’d “ have butterflies in his stomach? ” Regardless of his capacity for a physiological reaction, Antony was surprised to find himself a bit nervous for the events of this evening. Though the theory of it had been discussed to death, and the three of them had been spending ample time together, this was the first time that he and Natalia would be doing this on their own. Dexterous hands worked quickly, the effect of thousands of years of practice showing through the practiced ease of his motions. It was easier to throw himself wholeheartedly into his craft. There was less room for thinking, for doubt, then. He’d heard her the second she’d approached the house – long before she’d entered, long before one of the newly replaced staff had shown her in, and long before she’d thought to remain unnoticed, watching him from across the room rather than making her presence known. The first hints of a smile tugged his lips, though he didn’t turn. “ stare any harder, Natalia, and you’ll burn a hole in my back. ” —- @natwyd
