Dance with the Devil [Seasonal Event]

RexannA your battle-worn tongue doesn't say the truth anymore that you are ruined She watched briefly while Archebold offered her his walking stick, and she grasped onto the handle as her eyes slid to his hand that covered her own as they pulled a blade out from the rest of the stick. Her eyes widened but a grin formed on her lips, his voice a teasing tone as he reiterated her former words with a twist. She held onto the blade with the dexterity as though she had held them before many a time, a strange familiar sensation coming over her. But Archebold was moving again, his hands roving along her leg and side as they continued to dance. As he dipped her, she stretched with the motion, the blade sliding out and swiping at the oncoming barrage of gourds before he lifted her back up and their noses barely touched, his fanged grin greeting her as she offered a delightful grin herself. He swooped her a few more times and she continued to swipe at the pumpkins with the blade in a strange sort of dance – full of a mix of beauty and fierceness for anyone who might have been watching. Before long, however, the pumpkins were gone for the most part and he returned her to her feet, taking the blade and tucking it back into the walking stick before speaking. She moved to stand beside him as she listened to what he said, offering a quiet laugh in response. She turned to him, then, standing in front of him, close enough to share breaths despite the fact Rexanna had to step on her tip toes to get to a close enough height. She let her gaze drift from his lips to his dark eyes as a smirk formed on her features. “You said it was like wine… Would you savor me? Or down the whole bottle?” She whispered to him. “Keep me on the shelf for wild celebrations, or enjoy me selfishly for yourself?” She hummed, before whirling away from him in a spin and a chimed laugh, creating a small amount of distance between her and Archebold before turning to look at him again with a grin. AND YOU WONDER WHY HE LETS YOU — THE BUTCHER TOUCH HIM — THE SUN

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