your heart, it's like a drum
the chase has just begun
Despite the cool waft of acceptance that so briefly tinges his aura, Waverly knows he is not genuinely receptive to her. It is there in the poisonous coils of disdain and disgust threaded so thickly around him. She may not be a reader of minds, but the pulsing wash of color surrounding him tells her as much as she needs to know.
She would tread carefully, yet he would receive as much respect from her as she received from him. Waverly may wear the trappings of placation well enough, but they are little more than that. She is still a predator, even if her face is one of prey. A pretty lure she had long ago learned to welcome.
A soft laugh bubbles up her throat at his swift denial that she might be a threat. She offers no response however, instead allowing her amusement to be washed away by the subtle currents. He is already continuing anyway, announcing a party just for her.
If she were as vapid as he seemed to think, her head might have been turned by that. But she is not, and though she believes he is telling the truth about a party, she is not fool enough to believe in the exclusivity of her invitation. Still, it is an opportunity to observe, and that tempts her where flattery does not.
When he demands she come, a slow smile begins to bloom upon her lips. “Will I?” she asks coyly, her golden eyes surveying him in a leisurely manner before slipping to the orderly coral gardens beyond him. Without waiting for him to affirm, she continues, “Mmm, yes, I think I will.” Bright gaze returning to her gloomy companion, she allows the smile to blossom in truth. “Lead the way, stranger.”
Waverly
@Noceur