It’s a funny thing, he thinks to himself, how just the tiniest bit of fear is enough to send them hurtling towards the edge - towards a future they would have never come to without a push from him. She obeys that sense of danger (they all find it so captivating, awe-inspiring) and gracefully pulls herself from the shadow of darkness so that he may see her and put a face and body to the gently whirring thoughts that he helps himself to so freely.
For a moment, as she becomes visible, he wonders if perhaps she is just a wanderer like himself.
But one quick look into her mind and those sparkling, endless eyes he knows she is not. She is a lost sheep, searching for a shepherd. This star-strewn girl doesn’t know how lucky she is to have found him; especially when the fingertips of his power wrap gently around her, coaxing her forward, wishing to know her fears by fueling the fear himself. Molech finds his golden lips turning into a smile that, had his features not been so naturally charming, one would find devoid of compassion and overflowing with deceit.
He releases her from the shrapnel of fear that he had lured her in with, savoring the taste of her thoughts as they flutter like moth wings against moonlight in his mind. She finds him attractive and he immediately begins to lay the foundation with this piece of information he has been given (taken?). She comes to stand beside him and his beautiful lavender eyes follow, reflecting each fractile of glowing particles that peppers her skin, shining like diamonds - and hunger lies within them, ravenous and desperate.
But he is nothing if not cunning, so he ensures that the lazy smile on his lips remains comforting and inviting as he simultaneously flips through her mind, buzzing as each of her thoughts come rushing towards him without hesitation. They give so easily when they do not know that he is listening.
“The water,” the boy murmurs in a soft breath, his eyes watching her carefully (adoringly) for any sign she might try to depart from him, all the while with that same, enticing smile on his lips. “It calls to me.” He tells her what he has always thought (for he knew the truth kept them here longer, made them want more, made them moldable) even though it might sound like a lie; but it also sounds magical and wistful, and that also is tempting to them.
“Are you by yourself, too?”
Molech refrains from the itch to glance around the forest to search for any companions, so he instead gently whispers into her mind: “I think I would like to be the only one to be able to bask in the glow of a living star tonight.” A compliment, sweet and full of youthful innocence, wrapped thinly in a pinprick of fear, looking for precisely what he could use to make her his.
molech.
@[clementia]