Pairing: Francilla. Of course. And a leeeetle bit of PruLiech mwahahaha.
AU: Fallen London >D
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Try as Francis might, he couldn't precisely pinpoint how a decorous waltz in the grand ballroom wound up with him and his love...doing this in a small enclave some way off from the main party. At least the dusty velvet draperies muffled their noises from the unsuspecting maid or butler.
Dark hair escaping from the jewelled pins in stray tendrils to frame her face in a nebulous cloud. The kingfisher blue sleeve nearly torn off, exposing a bare shoulder for his viewing.
'I like this sight.' Francis decided. 'We should do this more often.'
And despite the hot blush spreading across her face, Priscilla didn't seem like she objected to this either. "Just...just get on with it, would you?" she muttered through gritted teeth.
An indulgent smile appeared on Francis' face, although it didn't quite hide the feral glimmer in his indigo eyes. "But of course, my sweet," he purred, before ravishing her lips with another kiss.
A petite green-eyed girl glanced momentarily at the heavy velvet curtains, then subtly guided her albino escort away with a knowing, sphinx-like smile.
3 comments:
This game is getting very big.... And w-why is... whatever this is happening in public?!?! 'didn't seem like she objected', I OBJECT WITH EVERY FIBRE OF MY BEING!!!
Damn it, just as I thought it was all going to wear off on me, you pull something like THIS off. >////< You shall paayyyy.... *narroweyes*
The players come and go, but the Great Game is eternal!! 8D Because Francis will luuuuuuuurve you, hmm? ;)
>C No! ........... well, maybe. ^////////^
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