Prudent heed—– chilled wariness sparkled upon credulous doe-like eyes.
This dance, this muted moment of geniality was one in which that came about by chance. Hollowed hymns of the worn record player enticed their footing, swayed their movement in harmonious grandeur; halted the madman from thought of his plan for world conquest and into a game of cat and mouse with his own subordinate.
A dance with the devil needn’t lead to tiding good nature, for he is omnipresent in malice and shrouded by ill intent.
Golden hues trained upon selfless personified; her coy bashful visage ever-growing the grin remnant on vilified countenance. The scientist darkly chuckled as he watched the assistant wither under artifice gaze; the flush stained upon supple skin and faint jitter of her daint soft hands proving of grand entertainment in the eyes of the deceiver. He dared pull her closer, lulling her forth by the hand that rested at her back. The tune of the song was only at a quarter of it’s length, there was a great deal of time left to pry at the petals of the flustered gracious bloom.
| | | ➥ ❝ Ahh, is that so? My, I would not have fathomed such conclusion. The fluidity of your pacing and step is that of a natural, Ms. Logic. Though, your form speaks of subtle nuance with the quake of your hands. ❞ | | |
The madman lightly grips the assistant’s hand within his own more so than before, in external value wishing to instill confidence in her touch. Though in truth, his efforts were an attempt to embarrass her further; as the sight of the woman’s perturbed state was one of great hilarity. Endearing, the assistant was.
| | | ➥ ❝ Needn’t you fret in perpetuate abundance, my dear. I won’t bite you—– we shall resume our operation once this tune reaches to it’s climactic end. For now, we celebrate. ❞ | | |
@the-crystal-doctor spotted a crystal. | | the continuation. x
Four- five- the pace carried in a
calm stream; clacks of shoes gave ambiance
within the cold room. Walls carved from stone
revering the noise back to the dancing couple.
Hands clasp inside each other as the gentle
pressure of the Doctor’s hand pressed against
her back; her body was pulling closer.
Slowly. . . He drew her closer into himself.
The words dripping from his lips
rang about in her head, such seductive praise
being pressed upon her sent a look of intrigue;
her lips pursed ever so slightly, eyes gleamed
with a desire for clarity. Was this true praise?
Or was this yet another trick, a
paragraph of words meant nothing more to
fool. A sweet innocence fallen victim to a
tactical disaster of a human; all for f u n.
“ A-ah, my apologies, Sir. It’s just. . . y-you’ve never done this before-
t-to me that is. May I ask, why you wanted to d-dance with me? ”
