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ffff. i love rping with you c:
She was easily flattered, apparently as humble a creature as she was pretty. Sirius had tended to his vanity carefully - Although far too sensible to be narcissistic, the male had an undeniable preference for beauty, and received plenty of enjoyment from preening his fastidious appearance. Like a peacock, the man sought to present himself in the best manner possible, with the unruly dark locks of his combed back from sharp, calculative eyes. Compliments were expected, and as such, humbleness often fell by the wayside.
She was refreshing, different, new; uncorrupted by the same vile capacities that had driven him to become the creature he was. An enchanting specimen of pure femininity, the gentry of yore would have seen her as a proper damsel. The idea of such a thing was as enticing to the Revlis man as Clover was herself. She played with fire, amusing him as she did - The man was hungry for power at his fingertips, and his nature was full of dangerous pits. It showed, briefly, in the sharpness of his Hunter's eyes as they looked upon her fragile portrait.
Unlike the girl, Sirius did not entertain any notions of love. Romance was a business, as all things were - A transaction. He could claim the fickle beautiful with Love, and in doing so, claim every aspect of her. Her blood would become his blood. Her family, his. There was little doubt within him that Inferni would reject such a union as soon as they discovered his potential, or as soon as his plans bloomed into the violent rose they would soon be. The girl was merely a puppet, a plaything to be admired and to gain pleasure from. If she ceased to be endearing, connected and forbidden, then she would surely cease to be of use.
In this way, perhaps, he was a monster. A demon in a sharp suit. But this life, her idea of love, was simply a card-gamed played by the Elite, and Sirius had been born with a winning hand. He had been born to Lead, and to Rule, and if things went accordingly he would do both with relish. "It makes me so happy to hear you say that," He leaned nearer still, and one cream-gloved hand moved to her face, fingers aiming to tuck a rogue strange of gold out of the way of her appealing features. "Surely, your family wouldn't approve of you spending time alone with a man, up here in these dangerous mountains," Silky tones came again, and his fingers wanted to play idly with the sweet sunlight hue of her hair.
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