HEARTBREAK CITY

the contrast between the obsidian sand of the beach, and the alabaster colour of his bodice, was astounding, as he settled against the granules, he wondered what the fea saw when she saw him. would she be more astounded by the contrast or take time in looking at the markings that adorned his proud face. black swirl worked itself around teal, nearly cerulean ocular, while opposite sat a golden brand that adorned an amber ocular. he was sexy, and he knew it, there was no lack of confidence on his part, if the count of his past whores were anything to go on. the small witch would introduce herself as morphine, queen of tortuga. ah, her scent, it was familiar, not just from the death match he had witness but from the crimson liquid that had tasted oh so sweet on his palette, as he had drank in the wretch in the eastern packs borders. "Ah, blood it's what we live for.." he would muse, his tone light, conversational.

morphine made no comment about the language switch, not that he had expected her to recognize it and would have been surprised if she did. french was one of the many dialects he had picked up phrases from from the various creatures he had met albeit his travels. she did not know he had called her 'little witch', the title seemingly so befitting. bodice would turn, as his head cast a look over his shoulder, noting that they were alone on the beach, near the gentle roll of the water, before he would again speak. "Creedance Voltaire, rouge, and satan's foremost deamon, hell, by now, I'm probably Lucifer himself, embodied." a light chuckle, would accompany his brave words, claiming to be satan himself, what a daring feat.

"what brings a petite beaute' such as yourself out here, mon ami?" question would be addressed towards her ivory audits lightly, his eyes crawling over her figure, taking her in, nearly with a starving passion.