Thread: A Twisted Love (canibalistickisses and google)

Sebastian smiled widely. But of course Lucille. It's your birthday. It really isn't that much of a hassle. He wanted to add that it was more than worth it to see that smile light up her face, but decided against it at the last moment. So much warmth and passion billowed in his chest, growing and growing each day. Sebastian knew he had fallen for Lucille the first time he saw her, so alone and frightened but with that brilliant smile. He knew from that point forth that he would do anything to see her smile. One hand lifted to cup Lucille's jawline, running slightly calloused digits along porcelain flesh, lingering a bit longer where cheekbones held a faint mist of freckles. Let's just have a good time. You only get to turn twenty-one once. She smiled sheepishly, biting her lip in brief passing, only to emit a melodic bell of laughter Yeah, you're right. I'm ready to party until the sun comes up! She trailed a hand upwards to delicately brush it along the back of his, stopping once svelte fingers laid on top of his. While she and Sebastian had never officially been anything more than good things, it was hard no denial the almost magnetic attraction between them. It could almost be felt in the form of a wall of heat which simultaneously pulled one to the other and yet in the same set a wall between them. Luciille's jade eyes tilted upwards, shaded under dark, long lashes, to scan across his face first settling on his wide, warm smile then onto his kind and intense sea foam eyes. Eyes which gave the faint memory of Dominic and yet held a sense of kindness and comfort that his had never once expressed. Well, perhaps once in the beginning. Her smile wideened softly, moving to interlock their laid fingers in a soft squeeze. Enough to express a gentle affection. I will be there in a second, I'm just going to take off my coat and finish my coke, , she murmured sofly while unraveling her fingers to instead sweep back a few fiery locks which had fell against her brow. Sebastian seemed hesitant to leave but soon nodded and smiled. Alright. Don't take too long Slyva is ready for us all to take a shot or two and get this party started. Turning upon a heel, he quickly dispersed into the undulating crowd, sounding only a whoop. Just before Sebastian had left, Lucille had spotted the faint shadow of someone approaching. It was strange given all her friends had carpooled. Who else could have possibly known about the party let along want to join it? But she didn't give it too much thought. Slyva or one of the others could have invited their other friends or possibly put out word at school. Perhaps they were running late or just decided they wanted to go in their own ride. There was already going to be the issue of returning home since no one planned to be sober by the time the night had ended. Her focus had been adjusted back onto Sebastian despite a persistent nagging sensation embellished deep in her gut. Now he was gone and her attention became a little more focused upon the approaching shadow. He seemed different among everyone else, carrying an authoritative presence and a precise pristine to his stride and attire. A sense of control which clawed towards familiarity but Lucille tried to push it aside. Some people tended to wear suits to clubs, not a lot but those with an extra amount of cash in their pocket tended to express in in extravagant threads. It was nothing to concern herself with and likely just old fear which sill from time to time decided to poke its head out when she was alone and most vulnerable. Lucille settled her thoughts and sight instead towards the dance floor as she slipped her coat off, shrugging it off into a nearby chair. One settled towards a filled glass of dark umber soda upon the table, listlessly trailing soft finger pads through the perspiration, only to lift the glass to painted lips. She sipped on it quietly, feeling the carbonation tickle against her tongue before flowing down to her belly. Everything was fine and each thought soon filled with the thunderous bass of blasted beats. So lost in the beat she had become ignorant to the fact that the haunting shade had slipped closer, blessed by the prowess of the apex predator Dominic so often played himself to be, until it was far too late to recoil. There was no even the chance to snatch herself free. His voice filled her ear, even through heavy bass, piercing deep into her core. Time seemed to stand still, those captured by dance had sluggishly drawn to a halt and the music itself somehow silenced. Ice drew beneath his fingertips and drew up Lucille's sides like tentacles, steadily increasing elevation until the tendrils had settled to her breast, content to perforate her heart. There came a soft gasp and nothing further. Not for quite some time. Alabaster visage broken from its pleasure mask fell into something more familiar to him fear. Her jade hued eyes wide, painted lips dropped into a circle and perfectly shaped brows remained hitched in unexpressed surprise. D-d-d-d-Dominic.... W....What are are you doing here? How did you..., , she began, honeyed voice set in a horrible tremble. After a firm swallow, she began once more, wide eyes set to flit around in apparent panic. She wanted to scream, kick and flail around in hopes that someone would notice. But would anyhow hear here over the music? Would anyone assume there was trouble brewing? Just when all sense of hope had boiled down and the heat of approaching tears formed at the waterline, relief came in the form of Sebastian. He had spied the form snagging Lucille from behind--and while it wasn't much cared for--it was the terror in her face which had drawn him up from the dance floor. Aggression expressed in the bowing of his broad shoulders and seeped from the scowl painted across his scruffy face. You have a problem there buddy? She apparently doesn't want to be touched by you. It took all Sebastian had not to simply growl out the words, trying to stay cordial for the most part. A glance fell to Lucille's wide green eyes, aware that tears threatened to spill, but found it surprising how no sound came from her lips. One hand reached forward, delicately but protectively encircling one of her trembling wrist, offering a slight tug to goad her away. This is a private party you know?