[damon plucks the tiny green airplane out of the air, unfolding it with a little smirk.
dollars don't mean anything in wonderland, but they do wonders for his already inflated ego. he takes the dollar bill, slipping it into the waistband of his pants.
because yeah, he's keeping it.]
Here I thought waking up in Wonderland took all the surprise out of life.
[the smirk on his face widens into a cocky smile. the music blasts.] Just providing a public service to remind people, there are still surprises waiting around every corner.
[ once he arrives, faith reaches out to ply the bottle from his hand, and take a long swig before grinning under the sharpest male gaze she's seen in this mansion since arriving last august. ]
Hmmm hate to burst your bubble, then. [ she keeps the bottle and brushes past him to dance on her own, boots scuffing the tile and hips swaying under dark denim as she spins to keep him in her sights. ] Prefer someone else doing the taking.
[ she takes another swig and then holds the bottle at arm's length. ]
[damon raises an eyebrow as he watches her take that long swig from the bottle, and his gaze remains on her while she brushes past him and starts to dance. he tilts his head to the side, and the smirk on his face widens into something devilishly charming.
sometimes damon manages both at the same time.]
That can easily be arranged. [he follows after her, reaching for the bottle that she holds out in his direction. he plucks it from her to have another drink as he erases the distance between them with a smile]
It's a miracle. Someone in Wonderland who thinks it's okay to have a good time.
Don't be too hard on 'em. People don't like giving up control.
[ this isn't something faith indulges in often. then again, the people of wonderland prefer planned soirees and fancy dinners to impromptu letting-loose. the kinds of get-togethers that bring bad memories back to the surface of faith's mind.
this? this she can handle. she folds into damon easily, ignoring a sliver of doubt with the assumption that it's simply been too long since she'd let herself have an actual good time. her arms drape easily on his shoulders, one hand curling down to make sure he stays nice and close while they move. ]
[damon smirks when she mentions how people don't like giving up control. he saunters over to her until he stands against her when she folds herself into him easily. it's a true statement. wonderland is a total loss of control already.
to add on alcohol too, getting drunk and letting loose, it's too much for most maybe. but he knows a true loss of control is not drinking, partying, having a good time. a loss of control is being caged and tortured. it's the compulsion he's done countless times to others, it's having someone in his hands and sucking from their neck. they have no control when he does that.]
Human nature is a funny thing. Nothing about this place screams control. Might as well take it for yourself by not letting it dictate what you do or how you do it. [it's murmured as he steps up closer to her. don't let the place stop them from letting loose.]
idk if you're cool with this so if not i'll rewrite ♥♥♥
[ her senses are a little dulled with disuse. wonderland's most dangerous denizens aren't the vampires, and the events are usually much less overt, too. as he allows faith in close, she gets that tug inside-- the one she actively tries to ignore from spending so much time with angel.
still, she smirks and nods. it's been awhile since she's given into either of these rushes. it's good. ]
For most people that translates to their first night sleeping off drunken depression in the bar. [ but here he is, instead. ] I like your style.
[damon slides his hand from her waist to her lower back as he pulls her in closer still until their bodies are pressed up close to each other. his gaze drifts over her face with a slow smile]
Sleeping? That's no way to spend their first night.
[why not embrace? even while fully getting completely trashed]
I like your style too. A rare style to find around these parts. [his fingertips tug at her shirt as his gaze drifts over her face]
[ if the tug she'd gotten didn't do it, the way damon lets their space intermingle shifts the air from open curiosity to predatory intent. faith lets her mouth linger by his cheek before pushing past toward his ear, stretching her open neck before him. subtlety thy name is so not faith lehane. ]
Never could hack being shy I guess.
[ one of her arms hook and press into damon's back now so that she can just about hang on dance partner. the other hand traces up his back and over his shoulder before resting against his chest. ]
[damon's gaze drifts over her face and then to her neck. his fingertip drifts along the smoothness of her skin for a moment, as his gaze drifts over her face]
Neither could I.
[that's not entirely true, but it's been true for multiple decades so it counts, right? he leans in, kissing along her neck as he does so, winding his arms around her. his hands press against her back, keeping her close to his chest. his fingertips dig into her back along the way.]
[ faith starts to move them, the push and pull of a dance that's less dance and closer to something they might have more fun with were there not so much cloth in the way. teeth and lips and fingers start to map his body, warmth that intermingles with ease. not so tentative as she might be with someone not obviously looking for fun, faith's tests of damon's boundaries are direct and without hesitation.
it's gropetown usa ppl idk how else to put this ok ]
[damon responds to each and every test by pushing the boundaries further. her teeth, lips, and fingers start to map his body, and his body moves into her touch. his fingers slide down the sides of her shirt, gripping hold of her tightly and pulling her in by the fabric of it. his mouth opens further over her neck, tongue and teeth following it down until he reaches her shoulder.
he presses her back against the nearest wall, without care to how public the location is. he's all intensity and urges and hunger, and he has never been shy (at least not since he died) about giving himself over to all of the above]
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what is swooping toward damon while he dances is that a tiny airplane
what??? why is it green???
where did it even come from though
but look oh hey!!!!
it's a dollar gj buddy tuck that in your waistband for keeps ]
Didn't realize we were getting a show today...
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dollars don't mean anything in wonderland, but they do wonders for his already inflated ego. he takes the dollar bill, slipping it into the waistband of his pants.
because yeah, he's keeping it.]
Here I thought waking up in Wonderland took all the surprise out of life.
[the smirk on his face widens into a cocky smile. the music blasts.] Just providing a public service to remind people, there are still surprises waiting around every corner.
You're welcome.
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[ she's content to watch for now, settling against the wall and being none too shy about it. ]
So what's the occasion? New, or back from your first death?
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[damon tilts the bottle in her direction before he saunters over her way. his gaze drifts over her very openly. no shyness here.]
Very, very new. Also, almost positive I'm dreaming.... in which case, you'll start removing articles of your clothing and dancing too any second now.
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Hmmm hate to burst your bubble, then. [ she keeps the bottle and brushes past him to dance on her own, boots scuffing the tile and hips swaying under dark denim as she spins to keep him in her sights. ] Prefer someone else doing the taking.
[ she takes another swig and then holds the bottle at arm's length. ]
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sometimes damon manages both at the same time.]
That can easily be arranged. [he follows after her, reaching for the bottle that she holds out in his direction. he plucks it from her to have another drink as he erases the distance between them with a smile]
It's a miracle. Someone in Wonderland who thinks it's okay to have a good time.
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[ this isn't something faith indulges in often. then again, the people of wonderland prefer planned soirees and fancy dinners to impromptu letting-loose. the kinds of get-togethers that bring bad memories back to the surface of faith's mind.
this? this she can handle. she folds into damon easily, ignoring a sliver of doubt with the assumption that it's simply been too long since she'd let herself have an actual good time. her arms drape easily on his shoulders, one hand curling down to make sure he stays nice and close while they move. ]
Just human nature.
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to add on alcohol too, getting drunk and letting loose, it's too much for most maybe. but he knows a true loss of control is not drinking, partying, having a good time. a loss of control is being caged and tortured. it's the compulsion he's done countless times to others, it's having someone in his hands and sucking from their neck. they have no control when he does that.]
Human nature is a funny thing. Nothing about this place screams control. Might as well take it for yourself by not letting it dictate what you do or how you do it. [it's murmured as he steps up closer to her. don't let the place stop them from letting loose.]
idk if you're cool with this so if not i'll rewrite ♥♥♥
still, she smirks and nods. it's been awhile since she's given into either of these rushes. it's good. ]
For most people that translates to their first night sleeping off drunken depression in the bar. [ but here he is, instead. ] I like your style.
so super cool. never rewrite :')
Sleeping? That's no way to spend their first night.
[why not embrace? even while fully getting completely trashed]
I like your style too. A rare style to find around these parts. [his fingertips tug at her shirt as his gaze drifts over her face]
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Never could hack being shy I guess.
[ one of her arms hook and press into damon's back now so that she can just about hang on dance partner. the other hand traces up his back and over his shoulder before resting against his chest. ]
I'm Faith.
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Neither could I.
[that's not entirely true, but it's been true for multiple decades so it counts, right? he leans in, kissing along her neck as he does so, winding his arms around her. his hands press against her back, keeping her close to his chest. his fingertips dig into her back along the way.]
Damon.
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Where you from, Damon?
[ faith starts to move them, the push and pull of a dance that's less dance and closer to something they might have more fun with were there not so much cloth in the way. teeth and lips and fingers start to map his body, warmth that intermingles with ease. not so tentative as she might be with someone not obviously looking for fun, faith's tests of damon's boundaries are direct and without hesitation.
it's gropetown usa ppl idk how else to put this ok ]
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[damon responds to each and every test by pushing the boundaries further. her teeth, lips, and fingers start to map his body, and his body moves into her touch. his fingers slide down the sides of her shirt, gripping hold of her tightly and pulling her in by the fabric of it. his mouth opens further over her neck, tongue and teeth following it down until he reaches her shoulder.
he presses her back against the nearest wall, without care to how public the location is. he's all intensity and urges and hunger, and he has never been shy (at least not since he died) about giving himself over to all of the above]