♥ Video - Faery Inviting

[gentle_cruelty]

[The video feed cuts on to Irial sprawled in the grass, his shirt riding up from the run through Espoir, a freshly lit cigarette in his left hand, the Dreamberry cradled in his right. He's eying the screen like he can see whoever is on the other end before they actually pick up. And because he likes being watched, the dark faery smiles, exhaling

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[redabyssinian]

I cannot say it's a pleasure to have you back.

[gentle_cruelty]

[Breathes smoke into the screen so his dark smile isn't readily apparent. But it's still there in his eyes when the smoke clears]

And I cannot say that I rejoice at the sight of your face.

[redabyssinian]

How nice that we agree.

[gentle_cruelty]

Mm. [Exhales thoughtfully, squinting his eyes against the sun]

Pity we have a phone between us. I'd love to taste what you're feeling right now.

[nolessthanseven]

[even before she sees the video, she knows he's there. It's the persistent feeling of withdrawal that she knew while he was there last; the feeling of tightness in her chest, and that twitching need in the tip of her fingers that tells her to find him and run her fingers over his skin, through his hair.

[When Isabelle calls him, a reply to his network-wide greeting, her expression is tight and controlled, eyes annoyed - at herself and him, for coming back. She's clearly struggling to keep herself under restraint, even with her underlying desire to find the field in which he lies.]

No music. You can't dance without music.

[gentle_cruelty]

Isabelle. [Oh, if pure seduction could be wrapped up around a word, his voice would be infused with it. The smoke cleared and Irial leaned up against his elbow, drawing closer to the screen]

We won't need music. There's the breeze and the trees, and my voice.

[nolessthanseven]

[it had been so long since someone said her name like that. She tilts her head slightly, letting the sheet of black hair tumble over her shoulder as she regards him, trying to decide if he's as untruthful as before.]

The last time you were here, your voice did nothing but whisper sweet nothings that were exactly that: nothing. [but her biting tone fails in some regards. Her anger, directed solely at him, is just another form of passion after all.]

[gentle_cruelty]

Mm. [Irial cannot lie, and so he does not make any promises just now, but continues to watch her, mouth curved]

Has anyone whispered to you since I left, Isabelle?

[sinnerofdreams]

[Road can see those wings thar.]

Why didn't I meet you the first time you came here?

[gentle_cruelty]

I can't imagine. [Irial chuckles, exhaling smoke, his little smile hidden behind it]

We can make up for that now.

[sinnerofdreams]

[She only finds you interesting because, hello wings.]

We'll see about that. After all, a little girl can't go around playing with strangers who have wings.

[gentle_cruelty]

Then we must become familiar, so we can meet. [Irial replied, winking]

[mudbloodhater]

[Draco looks rather scared, actually, at this little surprise. It's been an while since he's had to deal with Irial. Or anything, really.

[So when he replies, it's a bit choked out.] Wasn't aware you had left.

[gentle_cruelty]

No? How disappointing.

[Smiles around the end of his cigarette, tipping his head back as he exhales smoke]

[mudbloodhater]

[his breath catches, and he clears his throat abruptly.] Certainly, I hadn't seen you round in a while...thought you'd...moved on.

[gentle_cruelty]

And you. Is Somarium treating you kindly, Draco?

[gentle_cruelty]

[Raises one brow. Seriously? Irial held the cigarette to one side, confirming that they were talking about one and the same]

A cigarette. You've never smoked one?

[gentle_cruelty]

It's not medicinal. It's a vice. [Irial chuckled, taking another drag. As he exhaled, the faery added]

It's tobacco packed inside a wrapper. Generally addictive.