|marcus (_drac) wrote in cirque_rp,|
With the snarl and the string of Bulgarian, Marcus couldn't help the smirk that quirked over his lips. There she was. Just a glimmer before the fae reverted back into her deceptive charm. And she did look charming, didn't she? With the sparkling eyes, the dewy skin, and the ethereal movement of her body.
She moved with the grace of trees, he thought. It was how Ilinca moved through nature that harkened her species. Marcus took a deep breath and casually put his hands into his pockets while pushing away from the tree. "Watching you make a meal and thinking the shame of it. Like watching a lion go to the grocery and picking up a prime rib wrapped in cling film." Now Marcus thought of Nik and imagined just the thing. Poor sod.