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[somethingimused]

a look in the mirror

“and what about you?” An eyebrow raised, red lips smirking.

I almost missed a step, thrown off by her question.

I raised my eyebrow to prompt her to elaborate.

“squeaky clean hands you said.” The smirk turned into a smile, too innocent to be considered anything but. She didn’t miss a beat with her feet. 

To on lookers I presume we look like a couple caught in the moment. Too entrapped in each others gazes.

“unlike you, I never resort to killing to get the job done.” I stared into her eyes for a good moment, making sure she sensed the accusatory tone in my voice, before lifting my sight to the ball room around us. 

Dancing with her was the last thing I would’ve though I’d be doing tonight. Indeed, coming here was a ploy to see who she’d be talking to - accomplices. Never thought that would be me. The second her eyes landed on me, she excused herself from her company and made her way toward me. That was over an hour ago.

“everyone has blood on their hands Mr. Alexius.” Her voice brought my gaze back to hers, then her red lips. “we’ve all killed parts of ourselves to survive this. You mean to convince me it gives you no remorse to live the life you do right now?” Her eyes spoke of so many things, I couldn’t read them clearly. “Because if so, you may not be killer but sure as hell a cold hearted murdered.”

I managed to swallow whatever nerves seemed to appear in my mouth.

She was an irony. Wrapped in pink chiffon and flowers with lips painted cherry red blood. A killer who speaks of remorse.

“I’ve been in this business longer than you have, so a word of advice?” She has stopped dancing and took her hands off my shoulders. My arms seemed to dangle by my sides. “Get off your God damn high horse and let go of that judgemental tone. It’ll bite you in the ass if you’re not careful.”

The last I caught of her was a wink before she spun on her heels and walked away.

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a taste of the devil

Cheeks flushed, hair slightly messed, pupils dark and diluted, corset laced up again, dress slightly truffled, and lips swollen - I made my way through the crowd. The dance must’ve been over and people around were mingling. Groups of businessmen alike. Groups of gossiping ladies. And the few groups where ladies and men were sharing anecdotes. How boring.

Champagne colored walls adorned the grand ball room with portraits of former Kings and Queens, a musical orchestra was situated at one end of the room while the King’s throne was situated at the other, and butlers seemed to be flying across the newly waxed floors as they served champagne.

He made his way past my mother who was looking horrifically at me- possibly due to how different I looked from the state I arrived in. Two Champagne glasses in his hands.

“She’s probably thinking I’m ruined” I said, a smile on my lips as I accepted the glass from him.

“Ruined or not sweetheart, I can still taste you on my tongue.”

I drank to that. From the corner of my eyes I could see him smirking as he licked his lips.