"Don't worry, White Knight. If you're too nervous to come and see me, I can make the first move." Dahlia appears - quite simply appears - pressed against Ronin's back, too quiet and too quick (and I should know, I rolled it) for him to react in time. For anyone passing, especially with their proximity and dusk masking the details of her face, it might appear that the Knight has picked himself up a sly lover; flush against him with her arms seemingly wound about his torso, it's a salacious little scene indeed.
Ronin, of course, will know the truth. Having plunged her claws clean through the thick material of his coat and through the fabric of his shirt beneath, her razor-tipped fingers press tantalisingly against the soft flesh right beneath his ribs, poised to sink in deep. "I know you wanted to storm my Tower, to parade inside and make a scene. I hope you don't mind if we do things a little more intimately," she continues, her voice a sensuous purr against his ear. Close enough to kill. Close enough to kiss, if she wills it.
"You must be very ruffled about what happened to Flora," she continues. "A shame, I agree. I like your daughter, you know. A lovely little treat, it was, when she invited me to meet with her. But I cannot let such open disdain for my Family's work to go unpunished. I daresay you can understand."
Sighing, the movement having her fingers press a little deeper into his flesh so that trickles of red might run, hot and sweet, down his torso, Dahlia continues. "And before you decide to call anyone to you, or start a fight, know that I know where the rest of your family is right now. All so conveniently in one place." She smiles, head turning in the general direction of The Hanged Man.
Ronin, of course, will know the truth. Having plunged her claws clean through the thick material of his coat and through the fabric of his shirt beneath, her razor-tipped fingers press tantalisingly against the soft flesh right beneath his ribs, poised to sink in deep. "I know you wanted to storm my Tower, to parade inside and make a scene. I hope you don't mind if we do things a little more intimately," she continues, her voice a sensuous purr against his ear. Close enough to kill. Close enough to kiss, if she wills it.
"You must be very ruffled about what happened to Flora," she continues. "A shame, I agree. I like your daughter, you know. A lovely little treat, it was, when she invited me to meet with her. But I cannot let such open disdain for my Family's work to go unpunished. I daresay you can understand."
Sighing, the movement having her fingers press a little deeper into his flesh so that trickles of red might run, hot and sweet, down his torso, Dahlia continues. "And before you decide to call anyone to you, or start a fight, know that I know where the rest of your family is right now. All so conveniently in one place." She smiles, head turning in the general direction of The Hanged Man.
let me put my lips to something
let me wrap my teeth around the world
let me wrap my teeth around the world
