homesick

archebold Fear is the price of imagination "Would you like to know a secret? Something I learned a long time ago, and feel it necessary to share now?" As they danced, Archebold glided along the ground appearing all but weightless as he twirled Rexanna into his gentle grip of her waist, leaning in to speak against her ear. "The really bad...monsters....never look like monsters." The touch of his cool, smooth cheek grazed her own as he slipped back and twirled her into a dip and devious, fanged grin. "Divine..." He muttered quietly, holding her in the dipped position for a moment before bringing her back upright. "Seduction has a way of benefiting parties. You said you used your body in order to survive...but I'm curious if there was, a part of you deep down that found pleasure in this seduction of yours. Knowing you could manipulate men into doing what you wanted with a simple taste of your skin...it would be prudent to wield such power and not relish it, even the slightest bit." Archebold mused with a grin before he motioned her to continue following him along their path to his manor.