Work Text:
The night was still young as he stalked the halls, the length of his dress trailing behind him. A small dagger strapped beneath the garter belt holding his stockings up. He wasn't to use it but it was wise to be prepared for anything that might come his way. If anything or anyone came with the intent to harm his lady or him he would be ready. Though the little thing and the assortment of other weapons he kept hidden on his person hardly faced any use.
As rare that it was, that people went after His Lady or that he didn't simply use the weapons provided to him by nature. It was far more common to see him with his teeth or claws sunken deep into an enemy than a knife. The dagger given to him by His Lady, the others he has gotten out of pure impulse. Whether he bought it from a stand or borrowed it off of some poor bastard that happened to be at the wrong place at the wrong time. He could hardly resist the glint of cold metal as it reached his eyes. He was a slave to his desires, a prisoner to temptation and he couldn't imagine anything as sweet tasting as giving in to them. He just had to get whatever his heart's current desire was into his grasp, couldn't rest till it was his.
Perhaps it was that fact alone that had brought him to His Lady's side, though he'd like to imagine it was fate. His memory had never been the sharpest but he could remember the sheer beauty of His Lady as she tore into her minions with her sharp tongue. Although he hadn't the cloudiest of ideas of what had earned them her ire,He found himself silently nodding along to her words. She was entirely unaware of the captive audience she had made of him, or at least he had thought.
"Reveal yourself, fool” she crooned Her scarlet red eyes, which had always reminded him, even then, of freshly spilt blood or the red of a ruby, turned towards him.
His eyes widened slightly, his lips pressed into a fine line as pink began to dust his pale cheeks. He hesitated for a mere moment, before falling gracefully from the tree he had stationed himself for quite the while. His landing as quiet as a feather floating to the ground. He dusted his slacks off as he stepped forward slowly.one hand in his pocket, the other, fidgeting with the belt loop. “You're incredible” he found the words slipping through his lips before he could stop himself, his voice slightly breathless. Awe dripping from every word that escaped him, he couldn't help himself. He didn't want to. She was beauty and she was sin and she was everything he could've ever wanted. She seemed to preen at his words looking pointedly at the two men beside her and back at him.
He would later learn their names to be dark choco and red velvet cookie. but for now they simply faded into the background, as his gaze remained on dark enchantress and dark enchantress alone. “Of course I am, I'm me” her hand placed over chest. A smile on her face that was more showing off her teeth than an actual smile. He nodded, a matching smile on his face. "That you are.” He replied He drops to his knees “I wish to be your's, in any way you'll have me, if you'll have me at all.”
He watches as she turns and starts to walk away,the other two following suit. He thinks she's leaving but he doesn't move to stop her. She turns her head around once again motioning his finger to him in a clear ‘come hither’. “I'll make a good minion out of you yet.” He follows after her. Not knowing where they were going but knowing he would follow her to the end of the world if need be.