A fateful 𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑, wouldn't you say?
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My dear March.
( She pulled back just enough that her intense gaze met that of March's, her usual lack of emotion replaced with an intensity she reserved only for her. )
You are the most important thing to me. Of course I care that much.
I -- I'm dangerous ? ! that makes you dangerous , since you're me !
( She can hear her heartbeat pumping loud , hearing the lengths she'd go would almost sound scary to most . . . but it feels so . . warm . )
You care that much . .
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. . . You are dangerous, did you know that?
( Her voice softened then, their bodies pressed together properly now whilst Evernight continued to speak. )
Your voice, those sounds, the way you say "please". . . Very dangerous, indeed. I'd crumble entire civilizations for you.
Bad? I wouldn't say its bad at all. In fact. . .
( She leaned in dangerously close now, brims dangerously close to March's ear. )
I want to see how far that beautiful red goes. You'd like that, too, wouldn't you?
But why?
( Evernight moved in closer, her other hand gliding along March's waist. That mischievous glint in her eye was heavily apparent. )
I enjoy seeing how red you get. The color looks adorable on you.
( Her expression softens, March's sigh a pleasant sound that drifts into her ear. Gloved digits stroked over flesh and muscle, almost absentmindedly as she spoke. )
. . . I wonder how your friends would react if they heard these naughty thoughts bouncing around in your head.
". . ."
For a moment, her expression is unreadable; Evernight, the very enigma that she is, feels almost eager to see the end come to fruition herself. Perhaps the draw of being the nail that finally strikes the infallible confidence of the Emanator is too good to pass up.
-
( Was there anything more adorable than this? Surely not.
Evernight's hand glided down her neck, gloved digits stroking along silky skin in deliberate motions. )
I would never lie to you, darling.
". . . Why is that?"
She wasn't used to this, to someone wanting her around. She grew rather used being the dormant identity inside of March for a reason.
"It's not like I'm kind or charming, not like my dear March."
" Good ~ ! "
She took that as a win , leaning in,
ensuring the other would be sure
to benefit from this relief .
" You know evey ... i really want
to be friends with you . "
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Hm. Self care, indeed.
( A hand at her chin now, Evernight leaning in slowly to whisper in her ear. )
You may not be able to walk after the self care you experience, though.
To any that would be given the blessing of a view this would look to be the tango of two skilled dancers. Though it was a dangerous game the two found themselves in, and as much as Evernight wanted to simply wrangle everything in her favor, would that even be that fun?
Even -
". . . Admittedly, somewhat better."
It took much grit to admit that aloud, but it was also difficult to be anythimg but amicable in the face of Hyacine.
"You are. . . very good at this."
Oh. Instantly, her body responded, the machinations of the demigod ebbing away at the ice that seemingly permeated Evernight's joints. This wasn't a science, after all, reconfiguring a body; Hyacine's touch seemed to be working away most of the issues found priod.
". . . Hm."
". . ."
Hues shifted with conflict, as if some part of Evernight was genuinely considering grasping the pillow as instructed. But as it stood, for now it stayed placed within her lap.
"I will. . . keep that in mind, Miss Hyacine."
". . . Mm."
For a stretch, Evernight doesn't respond; the entirety of the situation is one that Herta had obviously prepared for, and judging by her growing confidence, she felt she'd finally gained the upper hand.
Though now, with hands intertwined, something else was now -
( There was a lot of care and intention in the route that Hyacine took, and it made Evernight feel. . . strange.
Why did she seem to care so much anyway? )
. . . I'll sit up, if that's alright; it's more comfortable for me anyway.