Tale as Old as Time~

[duskbecomesher]

It has come to my attention that a reunion is in order. Whether it is from the past, present, and or future this lovely gathering is overdue

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[willingshadow]

[The dance floor is empty, and she - certainly, a she now - pays it no heed as she continues to twirl, the elegant folds of her white dress trailing behind her.]

[workingmafiadad]

[ He approaches like a respective male, giving her a short bow.]

Do you mind if I cut in? [ It wasn't that he though she was dancing with anyone, but it was always polite to ask.]

[willingshadow]

[Small laughter, silvery like chimes, like the locks of her hair as she returns the bow. Not a curtsy, as one would expect, but nonetheless a bow as her fingertips trace a firm arm to your hand.]

Not at all~ [She sing-songs.] Hello, Iemitsu. ♫♪

[workingmafiadad]

[ The fact that you know his name and seem rather at ease with him doesn't even phase him. Stranger things have happened after all and he has learned to adapt with these sudden changes.]

Hello Miss...- I'm afraid I don't know your name. [One two three, off dancing they go~]

[willingshadow]

[Her laughter is lost in that little twirl.]

Oh yes, you do~ Herr Löwe-Herz.

[workingmafiadad]

Ah, then would you mind giving my mind a small reminder?

[willingshadow]

[She taps a painted finger on your lips, smirking a devil's playful smirk. An all too familiar expression, like the azure gaze and the butterfly forming like crystal lights crawling unto your skin.]

Like nails on wrists and ankles, lordling~

[workingmafiadad]

Now how could I forget.

[He chuckles lightheartedly, doing far more turns now that he knows exactly who you are. Only you could confuse him in a matter of seconds.]

[willingshadow]

A lapse in memory, old man?

[She teases, laughing richly at the twirls and turns.]

[workingmafiadad]

Now now, I'm not so old.

[ He stops mid-turn, almost as an afterthought to dip her low to the floor.]

Why the big secret?

[willingshadow]

[Her hair is long enough that its tendrils brush the floor, and she needs not laugh, for her smile is wide and sly yet innocent.]

A secret is something intentionally kept, m'lord.

[Painted nails tap your shoulder in rhythm to whatever music that they dance to as she then hums delightedly to its melody.]

[workingmafiadad]

[He gently scoops you back up and resumes to the steps from before, almost as if the dip never interrupted them in the first place.]

Ah, very true. Though now I feel bad for mistaking your gender.

[willingshadow]

Mhmmm~ it makes no difference.

[workingmafiadad]

Maybe not to you.

[willingshadow]

Would the devil be treated differently had he been female?

[workingmafiadad]

Common courtesy. I feel as though I've insulted you.

[ He smiles slightly.]

I doubt the devil would care regardless. A god or demon don't exactly think and feel like humans do.