ѕαιитѕ & мσиѕтєяѕ (namah) wrote in cirque_rp, |
The matter appeared in front of her. Maybe she had wished upon the right star and the little Djinn had heard. All smart lines and clasped hands behind its back. Sometimes, the succubus thought she could see the real him. Flickers of orange and heat and it made everything, flesh and all, ripple with hunger. Its magic just was too strong for leashed-Naamah. Poor, poor succubus, can't really come out and play.
Where Kennet stayed hidden from Naamah's gaze, the demon knew, oh she knew, he could see her in all of her horrid glory: smoke and nightmares, the rolling of souls just under her essence screaming in their agony. The succubus' eyes even brighter, gender fluidly bleeding one to the other, with its rows of sharp gleaming teeth, hungry claws, and black feathered wings-- it was lust-- it was a sin-- it was a beautiful empty void pulling the light around it.
The flesh shell named Janis' smirk creased a bit higher before she pulled air and tobacco into her lungs. The cigarette bobbed between full lips, the tip going hot cherry before she plucked it from those pouty lips. Janis walked toward Kennet with a quiet, but dangerous grace as if she wanted to move like a shadow on those bare feet but couldn't manage. Janis quickly, smoothly circled around the Ringmaster, brushing her hand about his person to try and find him under the clothing.
"It wouldn't be wise," Janis cautioned or maybe she agreed? Smoke escaped as she spoke, the roll of tobacco perched between tattooed fingers. Janis boldly twined herself around Kennet, box braids cascading over a slim shoulder as she looked up at the Djinn. "Silver for a kiss," she purred.