Her dance is a dangerous, downward spiral.
… Care to join me? she asks, her low voice soft and sultry as she twirls around in her dainty red ballerina shoes.
I'd rather not. He looks down at her, a vicious smirk playing on his lips. I like watching you better.
Of course you do. She spins into his arms and tilts her head sideways. But I'm waiting.
Mm. He reaches out and pulls up her moonlight-pale hair, twisting them into two high ponytails on the side of her face before letting it slip carelessly through his fingers. … Dance for me again.
So she raises her arms in a tiptoe once more, sharp violet eyes never leaving his as she sashays backwards into the shadows of the dimly lit hall.
2. sounds of the night
Why are we here again?
He wraps his arms around her and tangles his fingers in her satin-silk hair.
It's new moon.
And that is all – all – the reason she needs to let him make her give in.
3. restless
The bed sheets feel colder without her shaking and whimpering in his arms.
He would love to grab a little rag doll and stick needles in it and hear her scream and curl and writhe and he'd still never, ever break her because she's hope and he isn't.
But… she was getting tired of this eternal mind game. He hasn't even started. Maybe he can tip the scales in his favor this time.
"… Cresselia," he murmurs, his icy sapphire eyes still half-closed. "Come here."
He feels her crawl reluctantly onto the covers.
"Sleep tight, sweetheart," he whispers, rolling over to stare at her vulnerable human form and her haunted violet eyes.
4. mercy killing
He rolls over her and runs a finger across her smudged lips and raises the not-quite-lipstick to his mouth.
"… Again?" he asks, eyebrows raised and eyes harsh with fury.
She holds his gaze steadily. "I will spare your playthings and victims from torture. It's a mercy killing."
"Or maybe you just like it. You do, don't you?"
She doesn't say anything, and he smiles knowingly all of a sudden and wraps his arms around her waist and leans down and presses his mouth to hers, cleaning off the lingering excess blood.
5. inception
They're opposites, and he'll always try to break her. But that's the point. He can't. And he never will.
But he'd like to think that he can, of course.
So they try. And it goes on. Like life does. Like eternity does.
… The dance is still a dangerous, downward spiral, but this time he's dancing with her.
