SHE CASTS A SIDEWAY glance to the man flanked on the opposite side of her, freshly glossed lips pursing as her eyes never dare part away from that harsh gaze he was giving her. The youth’s right eyebrow arches upwards while the other furrows deeply into a distasteful frown. She didn’t exactly like the way he was staring at her, it was different from other kinds of looks she was given (such stares were often envy or admiration, startled by her radiant beauty and the like). Selenia dare took a bold step closer, a loud click coming from the thick heel of her shoe.
❛ Pardon me, sir, but do you need assistance? You’re staring at me, ❜
she says, trying not to retort in a tone that was too sharp or nasty. Choking down a snarl or grimace, Selenia takes another step accompanied with a resonant clack. Her heels stood side by side now. Another step, and that annoying, agonizing click. The continuing click-clacking of her stilettos was growing galling, but that unbearable noise was soon to be hushed when she became close enough to feel his breath scrape against the skin-like matte stretched out upon her ball-jointed body. Shorter than him in stance, she extends a sylphlike arm, sickeningly skinny digits reaching out for a strand of his long, ebony hair. She twirls a lock with her thumb and forefinger playfully, garish garnet drilling into glaring scarlet, a long stare threatening to slice into his brains.
❛ You’re a very charming man. Surely you must have something on your mind, no? ❜
A string of forged, high-pitched ludic laughter and quirk of her lips dressed in lurid ruby lipstick. She flashes him a dazzling smile, both coquettish and daintily feminine. She places a limp hand against the apple of his cheek, crippling coldness brushing against the alabaster flesh she longed to peel from his bones so lovingly. The gesture was warm and sweet, alike to the touch of a mother. A gentle caress whilst her fingers dance along his face to comb the dark hair away from his pasty visage, exposing more of his solemn features. Though despite how fair-skinned his complexion was the blinding white of Selene’s so-called “skin” made his own pigmentation look dull in the dramatic comparison. The woman was inhuman and bloodthirsty and it showed exceedingly in her extravagant appearance and her outrageously profligate comportment.
i haven’t anything i need in particular, no.
( he keeps his cool gaze upon a window, following a cardinal that was fluttering by and blocking the doll maker from his vision as much as possible. to say the least, izuru did not like the look of her, finding a bitter taste on his tongue as she advanced toward him. shivering once more at the contact with his hair and face, he sidesteps to avoid the producer. the gaze only then finds hers, and his face contorts into a small snarl. clearly, he was displeased by these events. )
i may– but my thoughts aren’t any other’s business.
( with every motion of hers, his senses went haywire. they were nearly screaming at him to get away from her, so he takes another step back. perhaps he could edge himself out and away from the situation, which, admittedly, was also causing him slight anxiety. )
( izuru’s eyes bore into the empty, hollow ones of selene, and even the shsl hope felt a slight shiver down the spine. though, against better judgement, izuru ignored it and keeps the usual composure together. )
…
( though, there is not a word. the brunet seemed– uninterested in that, in actually talking, but instead just studied her for a moment before looking to the side, still apparently bored. )
