"There's nothing to forgive. It's not often I get to enjoy such a jest and have an appreciative audience," she smiles devilishly at him. The air is charging with want, his and hers, each able to offer what the other wants... or needs, in her case.
Perhaps his as well, she thinks as he leans against the banister. Isabel's eyes follow his gaze and the Beast opens lazy eyes wondering along with her whether the lamb will be ensnared. Thinking of how intoxicating the taste of sweet vitae will be from both of them, Isabel pushes more inviting warmth out into the night air.
Slowly, gently, she cautions herself. Not all fish need to be reeled in quickly, and a rush here might well spell a misstep and losing the tasty morsel. The boy looks over to them again, one last time it could be, and Isabel locks her gaze upon him.
You want to come over, the command is sent sweetly as she holds his eyes. He moves in answer, hesitantly at first, and then with a second confident step. That's right, Isabel smiles when he takes his third step closer to them. The Beast rumbles in satisfaction. Such sweet, sweet vitae is well worth this patience.
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Perhaps his as well, she thinks as he leans against the banister. Isabel's eyes follow his gaze and the Beast opens lazy eyes wondering along with her whether the lamb will be ensnared. Thinking of how intoxicating the taste of sweet vitae will be from both of them, Isabel pushes more inviting warmth out into the night air.
Slowly, gently, she cautions herself. Not all fish need to be reeled in quickly, and a rush here might well spell a misstep and losing the tasty morsel. The boy looks over to them again, one last time it could be, and Isabel locks her gaze upon him.
You want to come over, the command is sent sweetly as she holds his eyes. He moves in answer, hesitantly at first, and then with a second confident step. That's right, Isabel smiles when he takes his third step closer to them. The Beast rumbles in satisfaction. Such sweet, sweet vitae is well worth this patience.