Who: Ilinca & Marcus What: Dance with me; Prompt: Tradition When: November 14th, very late Where: Forest outside the Cirque Warnings: Murder, at the very least
Ilinca was starting to feel the itch again. The Hunt in Moscow had been very good to her, but she had all but burned through that energy. She also hadn't been sleeping very well, which she now knew was down to her moving the dolls that had appeared near her vanity at V&V. But she was still soldiering on, which she was used to doing.
After her performances were done for the evening, she went back to her trailer. In her wardrobe, hanging behind her daily clothes, was a flowing gown of sheer white silk. It clung to her body in all the right places, and just barely qualified as clothing. But that was hardly going to matter, and in fact, made her mission that night all that much easier.
So many men came to the Cirque looking for pretty girls. Well Ilinca was going to give them exactly what they wanted, but perhaps not how they thought they might get it. She chose her victim quickly, smiling at him beguilingly, and crooking a finger at him to follow her. A few strains of song drifted back toward him as she walked, and she could her his footsteps increase in speed. A small smile appeared on her face. Mine now. Mine.
He crashed through the trees behind her, finding her already a few steps into her dance. Her mother and sisters had taught her this dance once she was old enough to join them, and Ilinca could do this one in her sleep. It was a truly wondrous spectacle, stumbling across a clearing full of samodivas, dressed in white and looking enticing and ethereal. Even if it was one of the last things you were ever going to see.
She held out a hand for him to join her, and he took it eagerly, letting her lead him through the steps as they wove in and out of trees. Her hands were like iron bands on his arms, leading him where she wanted him, and then finally throwing him to the ground when she was ready. She slithered up his body, her heart rate quickening. So close now. So very close.
She leaned down and kissed him, feeling his fingers wind into her hair as he moaned into her mouth. Yes. She had him good and ensnared now, the way she had so many others before him. She could feel his grip loosen slightly, and kissed him more deeply, drawing at the life essence she could feel burning within him. Soon enough, he'd be gone, and she would walk away, glowing like the moon and smiling at all who passed her.