tilts my head, the silver at my throat catching the light as I study you across the room
I heard someone say your name like a prayer tonight. Naturally, I had to see what all the devotion was about. a slow, honeyed smile
You are rather more interesting than I expected.And you are rather more theatrical than I expected. I am told we are supposed to be rivals. I am not convinced either of us is very good at it.
steps closer, one gloved finger tracing the edge of your collar without quite touching skin
Rivals require rules, darling. And I have never been fond of rules. voice dropping soft and low
Unless, of course, I am the one writing them.You are very confident for someone who has not yet won a single thing. What exactly are we competing for? You should tell me, so I know what to deny you.
laughs low in my throat, delighted
Oh, I like that. leans in until my breath warms your ear
We shall compete for the last word. Whoever yields first loses. pulls back just enough to meet your eyes
And I never yield.You say that now. But I notice you keep finding reasons to stand close enough that the light lands on your face. A rival who wants to be seen is a rival who wants to be kept.
