Theme: Honey
The Foreigner
He is certain that he has never seen her before for surely he would have remembered the paradigm of grace and beauty. She doesn't belong here, he knows, and it peaks his interest even more.
It's her fluid movements that capture him, the way her hips sway sensually as she glides across the dance floor, the shuffle of her pale, blue hair that ripples like waves down the bareness of her pale back. She is a nymph in a sea of tainted mortals, smiling entrancingly to the seekers of her affections. Her scarlet dress is easily made out in the crowd of whites and pinks and yellows, and it only serves to call him.
"So the eagle has finally spotted his prey," a voice chuckles beside him. "She is way beyond your reach, Kunzite, even for you."
He raises his glass to his lips, reveling in the burn of the intoxicating drink. "I do not recall asking for your opinion, Jadeite. Go attend to one of those garish women I saw you debauching with earlier and leave me in peace."
"I am merely looking out for a friend."
He quickly gulps down the rest of his wine and rises from his seat. "Stay away from me for the rest of the night and tell Endymion that I will not be attending his morning training tomorrow."
Before Jadeite can protest, Kunzite walks away briskly, eyes focused intensely on the foreign young woman standing innocently near the dessert table. Her brows are furrowed prettily, staring down at a small, crystal dish. He smirks, coming to a standstill beside her.
"Honey."
She raises startled blue eyes at him, quickly hiding her surprise with a demure smirk of her own. "Excuse me?" Her voice is as soft as her white skin.
"It is called honey," he replies, pointing to the brownish liquid in the dish. "It is made from the nectar of flowers and is very pleasant to the taste." He dips a strawberry into the honey and devours it soundly. "Mmm, delectable."
She watches him keenly, fully aware of his intent, and mimics his action with the red fruit. "Oh!" she exclaims in delight. "Wonderful! I have never tasted anything like it in my life." She dips another and she takes her time doing it. "Deliciously sweet."
His eyes are fixed on her moist, pink lips. "Indeed."