Hey, this is my first fic, which is probably why it's so messed up. Just something that came to me about one of my favourite characters. See if you can name them all. Reviews and CC are begged for and recieved in exchange for cookies and pixie sticks.
It was dangerous, this game she played. Deadly. She bluffed daily; played her cards with everything on the table; constantly risked everything. But her elegant mask was never pierced; they never saw through her lies. They were the game, and she loved to play with them.
He could give her everything, but not what she wanted. He was just a stepping stone, a tool, but he was an enjoyable tool. Satisfying. Easily wrapped around her finger, like the rest of them. Sapphire eyes watched her with lust and need, tracked her across the ballroom as she swayed with his friends. It was so easy. There was no risk involved; yet still she played, because she couldn't stop.
They called him a Cat, and she agreed. He moved like one, so sleek, his body taut and strong. He knew far more than was good for him, but his mysterious air was too compelling to leave alone. She loved to shatter his barriers, to make the little kitty cry out. He wanted to be the best, but with her he was just a slave, and he knew it. He could destroy her, but she could reduce him to begging. He knew so much he was like poison, and she kept coming back to dip her tongue in the deadly liquid.
She was sweet, the light to her dark. So willing to please, so obedient. But inside she was twisted, the insanity lying in wait. Unpredictable, she was lethal; impossible to guess; easy to control. A mention of her precious prince, a hint of their relationship, and she broke so easy. Yet she was so soft, so innocent. It felt so good to play with her; feeling purity so close in the night.
But he was even more mysterious than all of them. She couldn't help dancing with him; digging into his head; trying to found out why he didn't fall at her feet like the rest of them. His attachment to the prince was comical, so obvious, and she found herself wondering whether she could break it. One kiss was all it took, the merging of lips, to discover where his heart lay. She couldn't break him. But she could try.
They were all nothing compared to him. He was all that mattered, and he was everything that was fatal. What he would do to her if he found out…the thought was delicious. She bowed to him; knelt to him; cowered by his power. Yet she could make him weak. She could make the great mage need her, and that was truly power. And if he ever knew of the manipulation…that was danger. That was the game.
She was addicted to each of them; her polished lips stroking theirs; her emerald eyes locking with their own. She had them all, but it was all just a game. And she was an expert player.