#毒蛇 SCIENTIST; lost as alice & mad as the hatter (modern)

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ℒ Pulling them into a hall/alley to kiss them passionately. / Kabuto, femme fatale B)

Acts of Affection. Send in a symbol from YOUR muse to see how MY muse will react to yours! ℒ  Pulling them into a hall/alley to kiss them passionately. // @raichoose​ Tall champagne glasses clank and chime when knocked together, dim yellow and white lights casting shadows on the guests, guests dressed to the nines, guests chattering and laughing, their voices climbing higher in volume to compete with one another and the music. There are so many people, so many sights, so much to do, see and entertain themself with. But amber eyes search the room, in their ever subtle and vixen like manner, for a particular sight, a particular guest, for a particular source of entertainment. Would it be too pitiful to say that when they can not find him, their ever witty detective, when no phantom shadow of a silver haired male with midnight eyes hidden behind black frames can be seen, that they suddenly feel they have wasted their time. Wasted their time coming here, wasted their time getting all dressed up. For there was only one man they cared to be sighted by, to the point that even when potential test subjects throw themselves at the serial killer, they barely even notice the opportunity. To what extent had his enchantment hexed them? To have the hidden assassin in the room not even spy an opportunity, to forget about their research. And how they swore to be married only to their work. A glance in the large gothic window shows them their own reflection, a faded grey cast over their figure as if they are but a portrait in the window turned mirror. A black dress wound around a svelte figure, jewelry the detective had once glanced at during a conversation and they had read as admiration, long black hair held half in to bun, while the rest tumbles down their back, hiding the pale skin that peaks out from the dress itself. They aren’t even finished their drink, when they put it down on an empty tray a passing server is carrying. Leaving the champagne they had been nursing, it remains the only mark of evidence they had been here, as the smudged coat of lipstick now stains the rim of the glass. They are asked by multiple familiar faces why they are leaving so soon, and they offer the same lukewarm answer, “I’m not feeling well,” a quick excuse to abandon the event they had only agreed to when they thought he would be attending as well. They had been digging through their bag, elegantly strung from their shoulder, oblivious for a moment to the street they have just traded the party venue for, when suddenly a slender arm feels a hand link around it. They are startled for a mere moment, their hand still halfway submerged in their bag, when their back is pressed against the wall and their eyes meet that stunning and sought out midnight. They had in that split second, pulled from their bag a needle, holding a rather strong tranquilizer. They hide it at their side when they realize they don’t need a makeshift weapon - a rather suspicious defense weapon of all things given the current serial killer wandering the streets. The needle is held just behind them, as a devilish smile rises to their lips. Lips that soon meet his, as they allow their free hand to slip around the back of his head to bring him nearer. Deepening a kiss they could see lingering in his gaze, nipping at his tongue after coyly encouraging him to explore their mouth with it. They lose themself rather steadily to the impromptu kiss, hesitant to pull away, unsure if they truly needed breath more than they needed this. So lost in fact, they forget the needle in their hand and how sharp his eyes are, how perceptive he is, how handling anything even remotely close to the last crime scene is probably a red flag. The needle drops to the floor, as they place their hand on to his waist after tracing it down his side, nails clawing at his shirt, as they finally draw back to offer him a pleased smile. “You chose an auspicious time to find me dear, the party is dreadfully dull, I was hoping for more... beguiling entertainment,” they say, bringing their hand that had cradled the back of his head around to wipe away a stain of red lipstick now left behind on his lips. Careful their nails don’t scratch him, as they use their thumb to wipe his mouth with a most coquette gaze. Only for their gaze to flirtatiously trail down his form, spotting their forgotten needle in the process. When he almost follows their gaze, or their hidden panic tells them he might, they lightly grip his jaw to force him to look at them, then slightly to the side as they lean forward to kiss his neck, “these streets aren’t safe at night,” they say, lining the curve of his neck with two, three, four kisses, the fifth matched by the prick of teeth, “don’t you think it would be the decent thing to do, to walk me home?” As if they are not the most dangerous person on these streets, as if a small stature and delicate build has ever stopped them from ripping out hearts - both with the ability to render a grown man tongue tied and dejected when they play their verbal games, and when they surgically decide to take that organ out to see how it works for themself. “If you do, perhaps I’ll do the decent thing as well, and invite you inside,” they purr suggestively against his ear, before slipping their hand in to his and stepping in to him, so that they can in one fluid movement twirl around his form and force him to follow the movement. Now facing the street rather than the wall and their discarded weapon.

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