nocturnalnpc (nocturnalnpc) wrote in cirque_rp, @ 2017-11-08 21:21:00 |
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Not a cloud could be seen in the midnight sky. The stars a dull twinkle overpowered by the city lights. Cold air sent women and children alike to cuddle up against the heat of their protectors, their men. It never mattered what kind of heat the women hid beneath their skin. Any excuse to lull the men to their sides, to their beds, to them. Such strange souls gathered in the circus that had somehow made its home in the Tower of London. So many to choose from. So many representations and reflections of the past. One wandered from a large tent, dripping of the nurturing aura craved. The lights swayed in the wind, flickered and rested easily. "Hey, stranger. Here I was going to pout that you never visit me anymore," a sweet delicate-featured woman commented. The trusses of her blonde hair curled tight around her head for extra bounce and to insinuate innocence. Fake innocence. A delicious pretender. "I have a new costume for my piece and it's been moved to go on before Cordelia and Elia so I think I'm moving up." Pausing in her footsteps, she took their hand. Teeth biting lower lip, she began to pull them away from the tent, away from security, and to somewhere a little more private. "I need a little pick me up to fix my nerves." The woman smirked, true colours showing. Her hands running down their form, she undid the tie on her robe to reveal the pieces of white lace that left nothing to the imagination and silver pasties covering her nipples. Taking their hand, she ran it over her. "You're awfully quiet tonight." The free hand behind the dark sleeve held a blade made of dark energy. As the dancer started to attempt to use the other hand to stimulate herself, the blade stabbed into her stomach slicing a long gash in its liquid hot path. Before she could cry out the dancer was spun around with the other hand grasping around her neck blocking air from being released. Blood splattered all over the cove between tents as intestines spilt to the ground. Such a sweet and delicious pretender. |