Title: Intoxication
Summary: Her fear is intoxicating and he can almost smell it from across the table.
Pairing(s): Onesided Stayne/Alice
Warnings: None
Notes: I should be writing half a dozen other things right now, but alas, I churn out this. Oh well.
Wine as red as blood is sloshed on the floor as goblets clink together. Drunken laughter reverberates off the stone walls, piercing the ears of those still of sound mind. Minstrels play a lively tune, as various courtiers try to keep up with the varying tempo.
His eyes are glued to hers, unmoving, for she is all he cares about. He smirks ever so slightly as she winces upon tasting from her wine goblet, but acts as if it's the grandest thing that has passed between her lips. Ilosovic Stayne desires Um; more than the queen desires heads rolling at every quarter of an hour, and more than the courtiers long to be Iracebeth's cherished favorite.
Um knows he desires her –it's evident in the way she glances at him like he's a wolf eyeing his prey. Ilosovic only smirks; her fear is intoxicating and he can almost smell it from across the table.
(He'll possess his prey before the moonlight is traded for sunlight)