beauty can bite
Growing up in the twilight-dark depths of the sea, Anandi had dreamed of parties like this. Music, dancing, food and drink. And in some ways it is exactly what she had expected. But in many ways, it is more. Take, for one, the air. How magnificent! She's staggered out onto a patio where the breeze is dry and warm and smells of night-blooming jasmine. Where it presses to her skin it whispers of moonlit dunes and the ragged trot of coyotes on the hunt.
To be frank, the emissary is shamelessly drunk and on the verge of leaping into the night and dancing with the moon. She has reached a state of inebriation that is charged with bliss. It is the heightened emotional state that is terribly fragile… one wrong look and she would burst into tears, an errant touch from a strange man and euphoria would quickly spiral into fury.
Fury like hers, there would be blood.
It is a fine thing, then, that Vercingtorix interrupts her thoughts with a drink in hand. Anandi turns from the moonlight, brows raised in surprise. “That depends,” she accepts the stallion's offering and takes a generous drink of it while staring at him. Her appraising attention flutters from his green eyes to the charm on his horns to the most intriguing scar on his lip. She does not blink. “On who you are.” Her eyes are meant for drowning in, but for the moment they are full of laughter-- and begging this handsome stranger to impress her.
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some say the loving and the devouring are all the same thing
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