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Post by Lilith on Jan 16, 2015 21:37:51 GMT -6
Her gown hugged her form, filling out just below the hips. When she moved it was with grace, nearly floating on air. Her dress crawled up her torso and wrapped her tightly. Wings spreading across her shoulders, falling just below her elbows. To follow the fashion her dress began with a dark, rich, maroon. Hugging her chest and starting a dazzling contrast, only to cascade from crimson and finally to onyx.
Each step shuffled the dress and caused her hair to bounce. Each strand painfully curled to frame her face as well as her mask. A mask that matched her and her doomed perfectly. Maroon on the right that gracefully faded to raven. Adorned with a metal burgundy rose below the eyelet.
A flutter of butterflies flew up ebony feathers, each a varying shade to match her attire. Beginning just left of her eye paralleling the rose. Easily a dozen and half starting from sizes equaling a half dollar ranking down to some that nearly a nickel.
And to balance such a cluster? Five stray butterflies flying away to the corner. And would it be Lilith's without a rebel?
One butterfly kindly kissed below her right eye, finishing the mask with perfection.
She watched the party, stalking for her prey. Of course she noticed the outfit the moment he stepped into the room. A burst of electricity surged through her the moment she laid her eyes on him. A coy smile as she started to make her way around the crowd. Keeping to the shadows... watching him, looking for her.
Waiting for the call of his Siren.
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Post by Cell on Jan 16, 2015 23:32:41 GMT -6
Cell contemplates entering the sea of people. There was no fingers that could be dipped to test the water, you were drowning or you were not enjoying it. You weren't experiencing it the way it was made to be experienced. So...He dove. Dodging elbows and hands, garnering what he could only assume were glares from dancing patrons at the party. Walking endlessly in circles around the party the colors started to fade together. The sights and the sounds all lending to his trance, until soon he was thinking in circles as well. Stopping his swirling only when a mask caught his attention. A sheer silver mask that covered the entire face of a server, holding a tray. Upon the tray, were four evenly spaced cylindrical champagne glasses. Filled halfway with an aged Pinot Noir. Taking two from the tray made the server disappear into the crowd again. Drinking his drink gave him an epiphany, the color of the drink more specifically gave him the idea that would aid in him finding her. 'The Edges' he thought so himself as he moved to the outside of the horde. The way the light shown made some outskirts of the party as black as the champagne, so that is where he would look for her. |
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Post by Lilith on Jan 16, 2015 23:43:58 GMT -6
She had to applaud his efforts. She watched him, with two drinks in hand, continue his search for her. He was quick and too smart for his own good. It made her question why he even showed.
She kept her distance... a few feet back. Sneaking away behind a group of wall huggers when he finally stood still for longer than a few seconds. She came up behind him, grabbing the untouched glass from his hand.
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Post by Cell on Jan 17, 2015 0:00:08 GMT -6
"The hunt comes to a beautiful close."
Cell jolted around to see a gloved hand taking the glass from his hand. He instantly felt sparks in his body as he locked eyes with her...the same eyes he longed for after staring into them for so long. Her mask matched his, but was much more grand. The display made him even more willing to let past the fact he was wearing a tux, and attending a masquerade. |
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Post by Lilith on Jan 17, 2015 0:06:48 GMT -6
"I see you got the package I sent." Playing whatever you wanted to call it. She took a sip of champagne, locking eyes with him. "I thought you'd enjoy a new experience."
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Post by Cell on Jan 17, 2015 0:19:31 GMT -6
"I did, very elegant methods."
Cell said with a smile that was hidden on one side by his mask.
"You were right, darling. I was a little concerned at first, but..."
The hand not holding a glass was in hers in a moment, bringing it to be kissed before pulling her closer to kiss her on the cheek. This was temporary, however, as she pushed him away from her with a sly look on her face. At least he assumed so.
"Oh, I see. Watch the mask." |
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Post by Lilith on Jan 17, 2015 0:29:44 GMT -6
"You don't look bad in a suit." Her eyes looked him up and down, not being afraid to let him see it either. She took their glasses, sitting them on a random table.
"Care to dance?"
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Post by Cell on Jan 17, 2015 16:22:30 GMT -6
The question instantly brought him back to the various times he had been asked this in his life. No response and excuses hid the one thing he was shy about, but in this moment he could think of nothing more than to be with her as much as he could.
"You look...amazing...Y-yes I would Darlin."
He made no attempt to hide how she was making him feel, or how awkward he was probably sounding. As if to capitalize on his feelings, Lilith held her hand extended, up in the air palms up. Placing his hand in hers, he lead her to the dance floor. Every hair on his neck standing up as his nervousness peaked. Everyone was concerned with what they were doing, yet he felt all eyes were on him. Until she turned to look at him again. |
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Post by Lilith on Jan 17, 2015 16:35:42 GMT -6
She placed her hand on his side while he mimicked her motion. She pulled him in close as they started a simple slow dance. She knew he was nervous, completely out of his element... and she loved it. That smirk returning that he knew all to well.
"Did you actually think I would keep your photos? You have quite an eye Cell."
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Post by Cell on Jan 17, 2015 16:56:26 GMT -6
"You have quite..."
He didn't finish his sentence as he derailed that train of thought, only to jump aboard another one.
"I am never sure of what you will and won't do...Or myself for that matter. I'm in a tuxedo at a...ball? I...you accomplish some amazing things with me."
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Post by Lilith on Jan 17, 2015 17:06:51 GMT -6
"Wait until later." She kept her reply short and sweet as she lead them further on the dance floor. Knowing that would imprint another memory... three little words strung together, just like the first time...
"Dip."
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Post by Cell on Jan 17, 2015 18:21:49 GMT -6
Dipping made her look intensify as it led into his eyes. The crowd was becoming immersive as they forming circles walls around his world with her. He was leading in movement, but was too out of his element to know how to lead without her...suggestion.
"I always do darling."
His mind was a track and she was laying it with every step she made. |
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Post by Lilith on Jan 17, 2015 18:37:28 GMT -6
Leaning in she kissed him, passionately as a few people even screwed up their steps with watching them. Lilith wasn't shy about her feelings for him, or about anything really. She moved with purpose and confidence, even in kissing she showed him purpose.
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Post by Cell on Jan 17, 2015 21:51:58 GMT -6
His body was instantly tantalized by the action. Like an animal finally satisfying the urge set forth by its instincts Cell felt a happiness and relief. Admittedly, he was in the middle of a dance floor and he was aware of what was happening around him...but it didn't matter. The passion felt coming from her at every turn enough to melt him. She could form him and destroy him when he was within these moments and part of him struggled while more of him craved her. Calling her a siren may have been the most accurate Cell has ever been. Finding room to breathe was a minor issue, until they separated for but a moment for her to look in his eyes. It was a brief moment, as if for her to soak up the aura she forced him into...in the best possible way.
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Post by Lilith on Jan 18, 2015 1:29:04 GMT -6
She had every intention of molding Cell, knowing full well how much control she had over him.... here and when she was away. The electricity couldn't lie... what started out as a casual ONE time experience has now taken on a life of it's own.
She turned from him on the dance floor, walking through the sea of people back towards the outer rim of darkness. Craving to see his response... Needing to see their limits... his limits.
Her dress ruffled ever so slightly with each step she took, her hair swayed and playfully sprang to life with movement of her body. Her entire being was a alive... and she knew exactly why.
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