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Something was different in the air.
A smile played on pinkish lips as the snow-haired aristocrat stood up from his study, striding towards his balcony. He peered through the transparent glass and out into the moonlit evening. There was nothing, no one to be seen out on his balcony, and yet he looked as if someone he were expecting was outside, knocking on the glass.
“Do you want to come in?” The smile on his face grew wicked.
Without hesitating, he threw the doors open. A strong gust of wind came in, blowing out the candles and tossing about the papers on his desk. The room plunged into darkness, given light only by a few stray moonbeams.
So strong, so raw...!
The emotions swirling all around nearly made him dizzy with excitement as all of it rushed in. He had to calm his excitement before it ran away with him. But these emotions...
“So delicious and positively addicting!” The snow-haired man laughed in glee, spinning around with his hands outstretched. “Like wine aged to produce the most vintage taste! Such regret that it hadn’t the time to be fermented longer, but it’s better than nothing~”
A smile played on pinkish lips as the snow-haired aristocrat stood up from his study, striding towards his balcony. He peered through the transparent glass and out into the moonlit evening. There was nothing, no one to be seen out on his balcony, and yet he looked as if someone he were expecting was outside, knocking on the glass.
“Do you want to come in?” The smile on his face grew wicked.
Without hesitating, he threw the doors open. A strong gust of wind came in, blowing out the candles and tossing about the papers on his desk. The room plunged into darkness, given light only by a few stray moonbeams.
So strong, so raw...!
The emotions swirling all around nearly made him dizzy with excitement as all of it rushed in. He had to calm his excitement before it ran away with him. But these emotions...
“So delicious and positively addicting!” The snow-haired man laughed in glee, spinning around with his hands outstretched. “Like wine aged to produce the most vintage taste! Such regret that it hadn’t the time to be fermented longer, but it’s better than nothing~”
His laughter bounced off the walls, dripping with manic glee. Around and around he spun on the toes of his white boots, stepping on the strewn papers without a care.
“Oh! We should have a dance to celebrate this wondrous occasion!”
Out towards the balcony he lead an invisible partner, dancing to an unknown tune that he hummed under his breath. Under the moonlight his carmine eyes shone brightly, just as his soft features and pristine clothes made him look the very icon of elegance and holiness. But to those who knew, and knew him well, it was an ironic thought.
“It has been too long, my dear.”
He spoke lovingly, tenderly running his hand in the air as if stroking the cheek of his partner. “Too long has it been since you allowed such spirit to take hold of your imprisoned heart.”
His smile turned gentle for a moment, before turning wicked once more. “For tonight, let those emotions be yours. And you to be mine.”
As the hummed tune slowly came to an end, the shadow dance too ended. He gave his invisible partner a bow.
“Rising anger... festering hatred...” He trailed off with a chuckle. As he rose, carmine eyes gleamed with unrestrained bloodlust.
“So much, there’s so much...” He moaned. Fists shakily clenched and unclenched. He purred as the emotions filled his heart to the brim.
Desire.
Need.
What was the difference when the whispers uttered the same thing?
Sate them. Sate them!
The whispers turned frantic, and yet the urgency was charming. He couldn’t say no to such strong impulses.
“Shall we begin a new dance?” He spoke to the air, looking to his side as if someone were there. “And this time, you may lead.”
The night fell quiet once more.
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“Oh! We should have a dance to celebrate this wondrous occasion!”
Out towards the balcony he lead an invisible partner, dancing to an unknown tune that he hummed under his breath. Under the moonlight his carmine eyes shone brightly, just as his soft features and pristine clothes made him look the very icon of elegance and holiness. But to those who knew, and knew him well, it was an ironic thought.
“It has been too long, my dear.”
He spoke lovingly, tenderly running his hand in the air as if stroking the cheek of his partner. “Too long has it been since you allowed such spirit to take hold of your imprisoned heart.”
His smile turned gentle for a moment, before turning wicked once more. “For tonight, let those emotions be yours. And you to be mine.”
As the hummed tune slowly came to an end, the shadow dance too ended. He gave his invisible partner a bow.
“Rising anger... festering hatred...” He trailed off with a chuckle. As he rose, carmine eyes gleamed with unrestrained bloodlust.
“So much, there’s so much...” He moaned. Fists shakily clenched and unclenched. He purred as the emotions filled his heart to the brim.
Desire.
Need.
What was the difference when the whispers uttered the same thing?
Sate them. Sate them!
The whispers turned frantic, and yet the urgency was charming. He couldn’t say no to such strong impulses.
“Shall we begin a new dance?” He spoke to the air, looking to his side as if someone were there. “And this time, you may lead.”
The night fell quiet once more.
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...
...
Screams shattered the silence of the night, only to be pierced by a new silence as soon as the first note escaped unsevered necks. The ground slowly became wet with puddles of mingled blood, just as the walls were painted red with fountains of ruby spray springing forth from bodies still twitching in their death throes.
None escaped the wrath. None was spared the taste of hatred.
A pale, slender finger tapped against his chin thoughtfully as he sighed. Ah, the quiet hurt that flowed like a cold stream felt refreshing after that fiery rush... and yet the hate still grew and festered.
“Dearest, I haven’t seen you this excited in such a long while.” He spoke in mock tease. “Do slow down-”
“LeRoux.” The man turned upon the mention of his name by a tone as clear and cold as crystal. The snow-haired man licked his lips, feeling the thrill of such unmentionable bloodshed still rushing through his veins. Blood spattered on his clothes and hair, but he paid no heed to such mess.
“Ah... so soon to change partners?” He replied, cleaning his scythe of blood with a sideways sweep. He didn't so much as turn to face the other being. The new arrival made no reply, but the crackle of warring powers in the air was apparent.
LeRoux’s wicked smile played on his lips once more. “I’m afraid this dance has yet to have a change in pace.”
"She still belongs to me."
The silence after the screams was again broken by the screech. This time, however, it was a screech of defiance.
Screams shattered the silence of the night, only to be pierced by a new silence as soon as the first note escaped unsevered necks. The ground slowly became wet with puddles of mingled blood, just as the walls were painted red with fountains of ruby spray springing forth from bodies still twitching in their death throes.
None escaped the wrath. None was spared the taste of hatred.
A pale, slender finger tapped against his chin thoughtfully as he sighed. Ah, the quiet hurt that flowed like a cold stream felt refreshing after that fiery rush... and yet the hate still grew and festered.
“Dearest, I haven’t seen you this excited in such a long while.” He spoke in mock tease. “Do slow down-”
“LeRoux.” The man turned upon the mention of his name by a tone as clear and cold as crystal. The snow-haired man licked his lips, feeling the thrill of such unmentionable bloodshed still rushing through his veins. Blood spattered on his clothes and hair, but he paid no heed to such mess.
“Ah... so soon to change partners?” He replied, cleaning his scythe of blood with a sideways sweep. He didn't so much as turn to face the other being. The new arrival made no reply, but the crackle of warring powers in the air was apparent.
LeRoux’s wicked smile played on his lips once more. “I’m afraid this dance has yet to have a change in pace.”
"She still belongs to me."
The silence after the screams was again broken by the screech. This time, however, it was a screech of defiance.
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