Running Far Away From Him Would B Wise Imo - Tumblr Posts

anyone else would have left by now: with the heavy silence that swept across the room soon as he entered nothing but hushed whispers & stolen glances. ( you would think they saw the devil himself, waltzing in from the depths of hell. ) the way they collectively hold their breath with a single movement, even while they pretend their attention is no longer on him. instead, he finds amusement in the quiet chaos. he no longer frequented these events, hasn't since his parents passed — but morrigan can be persistent. she should have known just exactly how this would go. he would indulge in more beverages than polite, socialize with few, then quietly slip away to be unseen again, for who knows how long.

& the night would have gone as such ... if he hadn't decided that taunting tamlin seemed like much more fun. as rhysand steals away the lord's dance partner, all eyes are unabashedly them. even with her clumsiness, he holds his gaze onto hers, each movement fluid & smooth, the steps engraved into his brain even after so long. all muscle memory. laughter dark as midnight slips between his smirk, a brow arching as he leads her into a spin. " of course i am. why wouldn't i? " a purr, as they collide once more. " even with your two left feet, you are the most delectable one here. "

@rhysie : ❝ the music’s still playing. might i have this dance? ❞

courtesy and protocol demanded that i humored the man who had cut in — the tall, dark stranger my sisters had warned me about. i took his hand with a tentative step forward, not failing to notice the silent, but icy exchange passed between him and tamlin. and the cold shoulder tamlin gave as he turned his back on us — as if eager to avoid looking anywhere else. he had to know i had no choice in this. i tried to pretend i couldn’t feel everyone staring, their sharp glares piercing me like a knife to the back. but i couldn’t give anyone the satisfaction of watching me shrink away, not with everything we had at cost.

i was less familiar with this dance than the last one, which i had only really known from watching my sisters prance around our bedroom. i never had the privilege of benefiting from their formal lessons. with each misstep, i found myself moving forward, when it was clear i was meant to take a step back, and vice versa, awkwardly colliding with my newest partner more often than i’d like to admit. mortifying my sisters no doubt. rhysand, as i had heard others call him through hushed whispers and harsh snickers, never seemed to lose the feline smirk that was perpetually painted across his features. annoyingly so. my brows furrowed, looking up at him, wondering why in the hell he had ever bothered asking me and why it had bothered tamlin so much. “ you’re enjoying this? ”