Thread: In a Twisted World {Prince x LeatrixSage}

Arent we all a bit niche? she teased him, but agreeably followed his suggestion to view the rest of the exhibit by allowing him to maneuver her through the ever-shifting guests around them. There was a mystique about him that was magnetic, but the illusion faltered a little when he seemed to blush beneath his mask. It was charming, and it made her smile behind the safety of her own mask. A hobby, is it? she asked as they paused at pair of models intricately laced together in what appeared to be a loving embrace. It took her a moment to realize that it was a man and a woman tied together with the way the body of each protected the modesty of the other and the ropes hid their faces from view. His surprise that she had never seen shibari before made her cheeks warm beneath the confines of her mask. He didnt seem perturbed by that fact, however. Instead, he began to explain the knots, the rope work, the planning, and care involved, and his affection for his craft began to show. She decided she understood why the Rose and Thorn had decided to label him as an instructor. He may not be the most well practiced artist in the room, but his attention to detail and true love from the art meant he respected the artform enough to be trusted above a simple hobbyist. He caught himself, however - just as his excitement began to spill over - and offered her a wry smile in form of apology. It wasnt simply listening to her, he was taking to heart what she said. It felt strange, to have a anyone really listen to her thoughts as if they were worth something. Mallory indulged her, her so-called friends spied on her for her father, her mother had never really been more than the political power-play they meant to use Aislinn herself for now. She was the unwanted first daughter that was set to inherit what everyone else said should go to her younger brother instead. ' Dont think about it, ' she told herself, pushing it all out of her mind. She came to enjoy one last night of freedom, not wallow in what waited for her when she went home. No, dont apologize, she said as she took the hand he offered. Lacing her fingers between his, she stepped closer against his side as she tucked their clasped hands at the small of her back to wrap his arm around her. She sensed more than felt the warmth of his body through their clothes, but the distraction of it was a delight she didnt feel like denying herself. I like your enthusiasm, its infectious. And its nice to think I have something worthwhile to add to the conversation, she added with an honest laugh. And Im she hesitated, whose name should she steal for the night? Rose, she settled on the name of a childhood friend. its a pleasure to meet you, Brent. They began to stroll again, and if she was honest, she wasnt really paying attention to the exhibit as much as she had been before. The strong body she was tucked up against was becoming much more interesting. He moved with a confidence most men lacked, even when it came to men of the underbelly of the world. Most blustered, strutted like peacocks, each of them measuring their power and wealth by who could get more of the plate of the other. This man walked like he already owned the world, and nothing and no one in it could touch him unless he wanted it. I dont think you are going to bore me, she assured him, realizing she was following wherever he decided to lead her. I came to, do whatever I want to do , to learn something new. If I get to learn from someone who enjoys the artform as much as you do, then I count myself as lucky.