❝ i’d like to go home and drink ‘til my face stops hurting. ❞ gives u twenties dante for vae ... <3
--- Dante....Dante...his name is sickly sweet in her mind. Such easy prey, such delicious food; and with such a sick mind already, twisted with the nagging thoughts of vengeance, with the pain of his family's death. It was so easy to manipulate, so easy to integrate herself into his life and act as a whisper in his ear. To bring out both the best and the worst in him; she'd been a constant companion to his aching soul, there to comfort and soothe his pains away.
--- So much that he'd come to rely on her, heavily so. A small giggle slips past lips, voluptuous figure clad in something scandalous and enticing- per usual. A flash of hunger flickers in her eyes, golden and bright as she curls arms around his middle and hugs him from behind. ' Is that so...? It seems a waste... ' tone is light, cloyingly sweet, before she's beckoning him down and nipping at his ear with another whisper. ' You did so well today...don't you see it? Look at them...look at the mess you made of them. They were keeping secrets from you, they had information you needed about your parents...murderers. '
--- Releasing him, thumb presses to his lips before she's sliding her hand in his own and turning to revisit the scene. Blood splatters...bodies...some were messily done in with fists, others with a gun. He wasn't experienced, not yet at least- still getting the hang of things like this, Vaedryn didn't expect perfection but wasn't this even better? To simply lose control and let your true nature shine through. ' It's okay though...they paid for their lies...I'm here for you, Dante...sweet Dante... ' a hum, pulling his face into her chest for a moment.
--- When she let him go a second time, pressing flush to his front and tipping gaze upwards, her head tilts. ' On second thought...you do deserve that drink. Let's go home, baby...I'll make it for you myself...you can relax and just...watch.... ' a sway of hips, fingers tangled into his own as she drags his stiff frame behind her, half tempted to skip. Such ripe, ripe grief and pain...