Post by Sleeves on Mar 4, 2014 17:23:50 GMT
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She has a face like a Russian novel. Pale and exotic and aristocratic. Serafina, she says her name is. Daedarus retreats to the upper floor and she follows, both of them leaving the gala, with its haughty nobles and suffocating perfume, behind. Serafina straddles him in the wing-backed leather chair and whispers in his ear and runs thin fingers through his ink-black hair.
Her thrall has no effect on Daedarus. He has no interest in her body, only in her Magic. Magic that is just as powerful as his own.
“You're cute, in a sad kind of way,” she breathes against his skin. “There’s this look on your face as if the whole world bores you. Do I bore you?” she asks, her cherry-red lips forming a delicate pout against his neck. Daedarus hums thoughtfully, almost approvingly. Yes, she will do nicely. A predator, just as perceptive and bloodthirsty as he is. Everything he could ask for in an accomplice.
“Never,” he murmurs, but at the same time he has taken her by the wrists and eased her off of him. A contradiction that Serafina is quick to dissect.
She watches him like a cat. Her movements are careful and controlled—wary, Daedarus thinks with a smirk--as she retreats to the chair across from his. “What would you have of me?” she asks—no, demands. He thinks it’s cute that she believes she can afford to make demands. As far as she knows, they are equal. In Magic, mind and might. But Daedarus knows better. Daedarus has no equal.
“My dear-“he smiles a smile of teeth and obsession and ambition”-I would have an ally.”
I think Serafina showed up at least once in "Odds and Ends." She's Daedarus's Italian counterpart and ally--a Light Harbinger who became the dictator of (Magical) Italy in '82. She's about thirty years younger than Daedarus, which makes her twenty-something here. She's kind of a ginger BAMF.
Also, you get to see a bit of awkward asexual!Daedarus. Poor bby.
Wildflower
She has a face like a Russian novel. Pale and exotic and aristocratic. Serafina, she says her name is. Daedarus retreats to the upper floor and she follows, both of them leaving the gala, with its haughty nobles and suffocating perfume, behind. Serafina straddles him in the wing-backed leather chair and whispers in his ear and runs thin fingers through his ink-black hair.
Her thrall has no effect on Daedarus. He has no interest in her body, only in her Magic. Magic that is just as powerful as his own.
“You're cute, in a sad kind of way,” she breathes against his skin. “There’s this look on your face as if the whole world bores you. Do I bore you?” she asks, her cherry-red lips forming a delicate pout against his neck. Daedarus hums thoughtfully, almost approvingly. Yes, she will do nicely. A predator, just as perceptive and bloodthirsty as he is. Everything he could ask for in an accomplice.
“Never,” he murmurs, but at the same time he has taken her by the wrists and eased her off of him. A contradiction that Serafina is quick to dissect.
She watches him like a cat. Her movements are careful and controlled—wary, Daedarus thinks with a smirk--as she retreats to the chair across from his. “What would you have of me?” she asks—no, demands. He thinks it’s cute that she believes she can afford to make demands. As far as she knows, they are equal. In Magic, mind and might. But Daedarus knows better. Daedarus has no equal.
“My dear-“he smiles a smile of teeth and obsession and ambition”-I would have an ally.”
I think Serafina showed up at least once in "Odds and Ends." She's Daedarus's Italian counterpart and ally--a Light Harbinger who became the dictator of (Magical) Italy in '82. She's about thirty years younger than Daedarus, which makes her twenty-something here. She's kind of a ginger BAMF.
Also, you get to see a bit of awkward asexual!Daedarus. Poor bby.
