My dear March.
( She pulled back just enough that her intense gaze met that of March's, her usual lack of emotion replaced with an intensity she reserved only for her. )
You are the most important thing to me. Of course I care that much.
I -- I'm dangerous ? ! that makes you dangerous , since you're me !
( She can hear her heartbeat pumping loud , hearing the lengths she'd go would almost sound scary to most . . . but it feels so . . warm . )
You care that much . .
. . . You are dangerous, did you know that?
( Her voice softened then, their bodies pressed together properly now whilst Evernight continued to speak. )
Your voice, those sounds, the way you say "please". . . Very dangerous, indeed. I'd crumble entire civilizations for you.
( Said beautiful red went even further and further , little squeals of . . pleasure ? escaping from her , before her hand went up to her own mouth .
Who else would know all her weaknesses . . )
. . .
I'd like that , yeah . . please , Evie . .
Bad? I wouldn't say its bad at all. In fact. . .
( She leaned in dangerously close now, brims dangerously close to March's ear. )
I want to see how far that beautiful red goes. You'd like that, too, wouldn't you?
But why?
( Evernight moved in closer, her other hand gliding along March's waist. That mischievous glint in her eye was heavily apparent. )
I enjoy seeing how red you get. The color looks adorable on you.
That -- you don't -- be quiet . . . ! it doesn't matter . .
( she's all kinds of red , stumbling over her words . . )
I don't mind it . . just don't tease me so much about it . . . !
Hm. Sounds like you don't mind them being there anyway.
( A pleased hum, her digits stopping just shy of the choker around March's neck. )
Besides. . . if we're being truthful, I only discover most of these thoughts after the fact. Do you know what that means?
P - Please don't . . they're your fault , anyways ! you put all that weird stuff in there .
( her voice trails off towards the end , as if she knows it isn't the whole truth , it's a lie and she knows it . )
Mmnn . .
@Ambrosial_Fox . . .
( The way Evernight accepts this little trinket makes it seem like its the most precious gift she's ever received. )
. . . I would have said no before I knew what it was, but now. . .
. . . I will treasure this souvenir with my life.
Dreams were Evernight's favorite place to sneak into; being essentially made of memoria had its perks to allow such, after all. And that eve, her intent was set on a specific genius, @DroidheadsFave, still peacefully slumbering within her chambers.
Just what would await the -
( Her expression softens, March's sigh a pleasant sound that drifts into her ear. Gloved digits stroked over flesh and muscle, almost absentmindedly as she spoke. )
. . . I wonder how your friends would react if they heard these naughty thoughts bouncing around in your head.
Mmm . .
( Goodness , March never felt like she was / this / bad , was she ?
Evernight hasn't helped dispel those bad thoughts , but . . she only gets them around her , quiet breaths escaping as she ran her finger along all of her most sensitive spots . )
faintly brushed against smooth skin, gliding along Herta's neck as another hum fans over flesh.
"I will not make this easy for you. Every step of the way, I'll be sure to relish in your struggle for control."
". . ."
For a moment, her expression is unreadable; Evernight, the very enigma that she is, feels almost eager to see the end come to fruition herself. Perhaps the draw of being the nail that finally strikes the infallible confidence of the Emanator is too good to pass up.
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⠀⠀⠀Frisson ripples through Herta's body. Her electric hairs stand on end as if summoned by Evernight's timbre. The shattered star beyond them is simply background to the face closing in on her.
⠀⠀⠀By hypnosis, Herta's hand brushes through a side of hair.
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entire face in a crimson wash.
"Oh, I certainly look forward to how this dance ends," hummed Evernight, her gaze never once moving from those of Herta. "Whether you prove me wrong or I get to show you what befalls those with such lofty assumptions, it matters not."
Lips -