The Wine of Life is Drawn [Closed]
Who: boundbytreason and swaggering
When: Backdated all the way to October 3; after sirens
Where: The Uzushio Ryokan & Onsen’s after-party
Summary: A witch plays with fire when she chooses a wizard as the victim of her spell, but when both are experts in their field, who will manage to best the other?
Warnings: Aside from a little bit of magic, there shouldn’t be any. ♥
[ To the naked eye, Lucius Malfoy was a man sculpted in ebony and burnished in bronze, hardened by flames over the ages until it tempered him as finely as the best wine. ]
[ Yet, the surface only ran skin deep as Caster confirmed when she had the chance to taste him. For a man who cut himself as such a stately figure, he certainly had bite, with sharp teeth that concealed an equally sharp tongue. He didn’t quite so much as burn down her throat as plunge her senses with a white as stark as the sheen of his pale blonde hair. ]
[ Then, with the fluttering of her lashes, the beige walls of the Uzushio Ryokan’s private room and the feel of silk underneath her folded hands replaced those cold, grey eyes. The deep, permeating silence finalized her return to reality as she let out a soft breath. Slowly, like the delicate shifting of petals, a smile casually settled across lips sleeked in amethyst. ]
[ His memories continued to weigh against her tongue, bitter and dark and undesirable. It personally failed to engage her interest, but amidst all the fragments, there was one piece that she could put to good use. ]
[ Lucius Malfoy had served his purpose well. ]
When: Backdated all the way to October 3; after sirens
Where: The Uzushio Ryokan & Onsen’s after-party
Summary: A witch plays with fire when she chooses a wizard as the victim of her spell, but when both are experts in their field, who will manage to best the other?
Warnings: Aside from a little bit of magic, there shouldn’t be any. ♥
[ To the naked eye, Lucius Malfoy was a man sculpted in ebony and burnished in bronze, hardened by flames over the ages until it tempered him as finely as the best wine. ]
[ Yet, the surface only ran skin deep as Caster confirmed when she had the chance to taste him. For a man who cut himself as such a stately figure, he certainly had bite, with sharp teeth that concealed an equally sharp tongue. He didn’t quite so much as burn down her throat as plunge her senses with a white as stark as the sheen of his pale blonde hair. ]
[ Then, with the fluttering of her lashes, the beige walls of the Uzushio Ryokan’s private room and the feel of silk underneath her folded hands replaced those cold, grey eyes. The deep, permeating silence finalized her return to reality as she let out a soft breath. Slowly, like the delicate shifting of petals, a smile casually settled across lips sleeked in amethyst. ]
[ His memories continued to weigh against her tongue, bitter and dark and undesirable. It personally failed to engage her interest, but amidst all the fragments, there was one piece that she could put to good use. ]
[ Lucius Malfoy had served his purpose well. ]