ѕαιитѕ & мσиѕтєяѕ (namah) wrote in cirque_rp, |
It trailed the Djinn through the shadowy backways of the Midway. Through darkness and dreams, it followed. The sandy flame had been right, the succubus did go seeking him out when it felt the hairline fractures. The heatless power oozed from those breaks like a tantalizing scent in the wind. It made the demon hungry. It had been doing nothing but praying for the employees that trampled through the Wild Hunt when they slept. The demon might have eaten a bit more than it should on some. Namaah wasn't a fan of canned hunts. Hunting the hunters was far more interesting.
Hmmm. The Djinn looked so delectable with his shiny bits showing. It just made Namaah want to dig in deeper. And so, as Kennet lazily strode the Midway, leaving fire in his wake, Namaah floated from the darkness and wrapped around his shoulders as nothing more than inky smoke.
It chuckled in Kennent's ear. Its molten amber eyes were two jewels set in darkness. He could more feel its smile and see it. He could feel its talon fingers running through his hair. "You look so tempting like this, Djinn." Namaah cooed. "Just makes me want to run my hands all through you..." Said shadow hands slipped down the Djinn's chest unseen before talons dragged back up. Kennet's shirt ripping in the succubus' invisible wake.