ѕαιитѕ & мσиѕтєяѕ (namah) wrote in cirque_rp, |
The early morning was full of dreams in darkened trailers but none were satisfying, entertaining that they may be. Oh, look, one as broken free burst forth into the damp Thailand air. Sweaty, freshly marked like a bit of love-play, a man shaken but determined. He walks past and the shadows ripple in his wake. Janis steps out from the shadows, smoke curling from her and cherried cigarette dangling from full, tempting lips.
Quietly, with no announcement, she pads silently behind Silas. Just the heady scent of tobacco her swan song in the night air. Bare feet, Madusa braids, unidentifiable tattoos, and barely dressed, Janis was a Wild Thing stalking. She breathed in, pulling the tobacco into her lungs, making the cigarette bob and glow hot. Heat. Smoke. The soft scent of burning. A soft, tempting, hungry aura. Janis followed but did not speak.