A battered behemoth and yet he adheres to the command of an imp without question or forethought, devouring the distance lingering between their contrasting forms with a singular stride to fill the void left in her absence. And the crownless queen remains unflinching -- undaunted by the proximities she had demanded, broadened chest cavity inflating with raw and unwavering confidence as her sloped skull tilts back to regard him with an abstract gaze that is entirely fixated. Like a lioness observing her prey, the phantom watches -- pupils ravenously transfixed upon his lowered countenance as he indulges in his own reflection upon her demand, frayed lips quirking upwards in a tentative smirk as sinful incisors protrude from blackened gums-----hauntingly. His verdict only forces the wry grin to elongate across the premises of her faintly marred and porcelain visage out of complacency before she encroaches further upon his personal space, peering over the shoulder nearest to her so that she may share his view and bless it with her own.
?In myself?? she reiterates, brows furrowing upon a creased forehead in deep contemplation as she meets her own gaze, staring back at her from the water?s surface with evident malevolence. ?Ambition -- relentless determination.? Vocals are a cryptic litany, laced with a sincerity that matches that which plagues her stoic countenance. It is then that she retreats from his proximities, mismatched amethyst and silver gaze searching yet again for his robust physique as she attempts to maneuver around him -- encircling him once as her pupils ravage every inch of his body with unsated gluttony. ?But in you, I see potential,? she admits, baiting him with a compliment that cascades so easily from velvet lips -- like silk. ?What is your name, O Dark and Powerful One?? the deity taunts, halting in her lackadaisical saunter as she approaches his front yet again, a single brow elevated with curiosity.
