So she interrupted negotiations. They could continue though huh, in a moment? Kormir wasn't going anywhere. Lilith needed only a moment of her own; to feel his hands, and his breath, and the slight constrictions he allotted her now and again. Girl was always very<i>pleasing </i>whenever she had no reason not to be and her<i>reason</i>,<b>Moira</b>, was left behind...as was only right.<br/>Salace dwarfed her, especially in this position, and Lilith nearly disappeared in the envelopment of his arms but she she didn't feel ensnared, trapped, nothing of the sort in fact? In her minds eye<i>he </i>needed this; to hold her closer than his own heart, and to feel her dissolve right through his pores. Perhaps it was her own needs but nobody could convince her otherwise. It's why she folded one of her own up and over his to hang on to, pulling it down heavier around her but not off, Lily only worked herself snugger against him and let him be a pillar all of her sagged against, "Mm." She hummed musefully, sneering a smirk with a lifted chin and a glowering glare while watching the last of those layered locks sweep up in the breeze before the door closed completely, and the girls were outta sight. If she just spent an hour wasting breath and praising God's, behaving like a window licking tree hugger who worshiped Mother Earth, only for Britney not to show up the evening planned? Her molars were grinding just thinking about it but her delicate jaw softened again when she breathed out few words, "I know." that he wouldn't like the color. She didn't either, and it's why the girl had been so delighted that it was Britney who'd garnered such a profound interest in her.<i>In them.</i>Lily always thought she knew best where her brother was concerned, and the pick of the litter for the hunt almost always had that hair. She let go of his arm and slid her palm up-up-up until her deft little fingers speared into his hair. Midnight silk. But her brothers black did not make her belly recoil. When he rooted around on her cheek, Lilith did give him her mouth and the grin on it was sweet. And real. Fangs pinching the corner, sinking slow, yet retracting as soon as she felt the skin begin to pierce. Lilith's tongue snaked out to lick the sting, then laid a lingering peck there too, and her brows furled above her poked out, faux pout;<i>poor little lamb, break an ankle? </i><br/><br/>Oh the speculative stories they could tell!<i>Later</i>. For now she situated herself straighter and sighed long when the negotiations went on. Now she would be bored. Lily preferred the dimebag hustle, regardless it was moot now with the way things were going, and she knew she was lucky to still be able behave the little pusher still knowing one fine day sooner than later Sal could easily shut it down;<i>no need for that now, Lil fawn.</i>Would he really stop appreciating risks? So yes, now that the place was closing down, tho they'd never be told to go and wouldn't until they were damned well ready, she would be quite bored yet not a petulant nuisance. Nah she twirled with Salace's hair and looked at Kormir, who quickly looked away from her most notably at the same time her skin blazed under the grazing trail of Sal's long fingers and rough hand that ghosted down over her smooth flesh and into the flimsy cotton.<br/><i>He's so squirmy,</i><b><i>Kormir</i></b>, she thought frowning but never did do the same math as him---as,<i>any </i>of them. Not because she couldn't, or because she was dense or daft but for the simple fact she did<b><i>not want to</i></b>. It would never add up for her the way it did for other people anyways especially other people who weren't from the same dusty lands as them -<i> how affectionate they were</i>. Then again, these motherfuckers didn't know how to bind themselves to another creature never mind another person, and they knew fuck all about this irrevocable bond that she and Sal were spun in like tightly spun black widow webbing.<br/><br/>She listened so intently too, burrowed down in to the boy steeped in sin and draped around her in depravity - not quite what he was saying exactly,<i>that </i>sank into her subconscious what Lilith strained for most of all was the reverberating baritone that emanated from his chest into her back, and it was a sound that would be warm if sounds had temperatures. Not cold and cruel like when he was cross with her. Lily kept pressing herself into him with his voice as white noise, and watched Alchem smoke. Not because she fancied him,<i>buuuut </i>he wasn't an entirely horrible candidate...it's just that he did so with such intense, deep breaths. As if he were inhaling the smoke not just into his lungs but into his very core; inhale with relief, exhale with displeasure. Like he didn't want to let the nicotine go. Her one arm had absently gone to lay on the table next Salace's and her fingers picked gently at the skin of his wrist. The other slid out of his hair, down the groove of his neck then her own as well, until it was resting on his over the fabric of her T.<br/><br/>The Russian tirade was lost on her. Fell on deaf ears. Lilith was off in her own head, watching the smoke billowing from Alchem's nose and morphing into scared girls with black hair. Oh, how she swirled and twirled not much different than Lilith had done as she danced. But more...frantic, and her mouth was wide in scream not smiles.<br/>It made her grin, like a child watching the mysticism of a snowglobe for the first time.<br/>In the snap of fingers it was gone; vanquished, snuffed. The pinch of her modest, fleshy mound had a silent gasp parting her mouth into a perfectly slanted<i><b>O. </b></i>Catching her breath were the butterflies with razor sharp wings flapping in her furnace for a stomach and slicing her to bits. Her spine arched just as slight as the little noise that mewed in the back of her throat, and suddenly all sound was back and the smoke was just....<i>smoke</i>. Fading up to the ceiling into nothing.<br/><i>Go on and convince him, eh? <br/>
<b>Wanna convince you.</b></i><br/>It wasn't fair, to send lava drip<br/>drip<br/>drippin'.<br/>Melting her favorite fucking pair of panties.<br/><br/>Kormir was looking at her again. It was an effort not to snarl at him for being an inconvenience but she managed and his eyes were flitting back and forth between she and Sal but ended up lingering, and then fixating, on her indefinitely. Lilith smiled and slid herself off her brother. Feet patted the tile in synchrony with<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fyoutu.be%2FYD6fvzGIBfQ&amp;hash=3e276f06be7dea1753c83c118d34d8f3" href="https://youtu.be/YD6fvzGIBfQ" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">the next song</a>on the list she put together, like she was going to dance again and in a way she was. In spite of her lack of paying attention, Lil knew exactly how to convince the Russian - same way she would anyone else! Her methods and tactics had no rhyme or reason and yet...almost always worked.<br/>Ya just had to know how to fuck with the mind good and proper.<br/><br/>She moved for him.<br/>Sidled up a cheek on his bench until he scooted into the corner of it.<br/>Facing Lilith, and giving her all the room she wanted.<br/><br/>"Have ya ever heard o'the Rusalki, Kormi?" Lilith asked with unmitigated excitement, pulling her ankles beneath her and leaning against the back of the cushioned bench with wide, expressible eyes like this story was one she was most fascinated by.<br/>Yatcha nodded once, stiffly, and she watched his brows twitch to rise but maybe he didn't wanna let her down, so it smoothed out the little wrinkle made by his perplexity, "Some."<i>only some? </i><br/>"Well it's said the Rusalki are descended from Bereginya who, in<i>your </i>folkflore, is the greatest goddess and creator of the world." Lil continued, shuffling around on her knees until they touched his leg that was bent up, and she leaned forward like what she was telling him would be an ancient old secret, "But that's a lie. They're not<i>descendants</i>, they are<b>made</b>. And they're crafted outta variety of circumstances that transform a young woman into a ruslaka,<i>but</i>..but that has to do with a particular type of death. Like... if a gal dies a particularly<i>violent </i>death, in the water..." speech slowed and the volume of her tone dialed down until it faded out altogether. Her face fell solemnly, and her head bowed for a moment --- theatrics. But she still watched him through her black lashes with carefully lifted eyes. She knew his lover had died a death exactly like that a few years ago. Lilith couldn't remember how she knew, no more than how she knew he had a hand in this death. Oh it followed him like a cloud, something in the air latched onto him, a contradiction of justification and gut wrenching remorse, agonizing loneliness and...pride? What she wanted was his attention, and that's exactly what the fuck she got.<br/>Kormir was staring at her, mouth agape, and he did not keep his face schooled. It was all lines etched from wonder. She could tell he wanted to ask her, very specifically, what she was referring to but Lilith kept going before he could - the words were only dangling on his tongue as it were,  "Other times it could be suicide, such as a young beauty drowning herself," by that point she had taken the hand resting on his bent knee into both of hers and lifted it up to lay in the center of her chest. It only added to the sorrowful vehemence threaded through each and every syllable, "maybe because her lover had died while she was pregnant with his babe..." pressing on his knuckles, she slid his palm down the length of her torso until it was pressed over her bare navel, "or because she was rejected,<i>harshly</i>, by a lover." fingers rippled over those knuckles. Back and forth, slow and gentle, the way someone would to comfort another's anguish.<br/><br/>Is what she was spouting off, anything to do with product or percentages?<br/>Nope. But he was enraptured and hardly blinking. Hanging on to every word; senseless be damned.<br/><br/>"You still love her, don't you." She wasn't asking him, "Do you still want<i>her </i>too?" now, she asked.<br/>And she watched his slack-jawed, transfixed face suddenly twist in a contortion of bitterness. Kormir ripped his hand away.<br/>Lilith wasn't dissuaded, "What are you fucking saying?" He growled low, but she didn't stiffen and only moved closer to him, one knee planting in between his thighs. It was more of a gesture for Antsy Al to stand down, and so too did she give one to Sal by simply holding up two fingers on the hand clasped over the loose suit's shoulder. Lily bent to his ear, pressing her cheek to his so that when her lips moved as she whispered to him, they would brush the tender spot between lobe and cheek, "Do you want<i>her </i>tonight,<b>Shura</b>?" The blood drained from his face when Lily used that endearment when only one other girl ever had.<i>Good</i>.<br/>With her free hand she reached behind herself, waiting on Alchem to slap a little vile in it - she'd given it to him earlier for safe keeping. It was the good shit. Undiluted. Uncut. Pure enough to make a man believe whatever he wanted to, but not so pure it would kill the poor son of a bitch.<br/>She felt it cold in her palm, no longer than the heel of her hand to the middle knuckle on her fingers, and they closed around it while her others hooked under his chin, lifting his face up with gentle urgings from their pressure. He obliged her, and Lilith ensured not to allow her own eyes to so much as twitch away from the crosshairs he was in.<br/>"Ssshh. Listen.<i>Watch</i>."<br/>Her thumb popped the already loosened cork the rest of the way out. She brought her arm back to prop on the back of the booth, dangling the small bottle between fingers and though she watched his lids narrow, trying not to look at it,  Lily moved her face closer and narrowed her own harder, "Once there was a healer in a land much older than this one. The grieving would come to them often. Crying, devastated, mourning." audibly she paused to sigh, head lolling off to the side during an ebbed out groan, "<i>yearrrrning </i>so fiercely for their lost and this healer, they would put.their.hand..." the fingers under his chin slid down. Lilith fixed the cusp between thumb and the rest above his adams apple, "...here..." the pad of that thumb pressed into a pressure point. Fingertips dug into his jugular, "and with that strangulation," She dipped her head and rose her face slowly back up. It caused the tip of her nose to skim over his, just like her mouth did his as well and Lilith felt him inhale what she exhaled, "there was also ecstasy. It's called--" - "Khylyst." Kormir interjected. Hoarse and husk and with a low, much thicker accent and breathy hush that croaked like his mouth was going dry. She craned her neck back, grinning like a darling at him.<br/><br/>"Hmm. So you do know then, the Siberian prayer." Without much warning Lilith straddled his thighs. It wasn't an act of seduction, not entirely anyways but was only a different fashion of it than one thinks when they hear<i>the art of seduction</i>.<br/>Seducing had false promise. This was real, "The prayer you say while you hang in limbo, you are almost dead. But in that moment--" she gasped, sharply, rocking slowly her hips against his, "before they can truly die, women who had lost men in the war would lay down, and they would<i>fuck</i>..." Kormir's head had dropped back then, thumping against the wall and the booth too since it landed in the corner of the two as she teasingly stroked him with her lace covered cunt. She brought he clear, brown bottle round to his mouth and laid the rim on his lower lip. He opened, thirsty, thus she poured. Slow and steady. Felt his throat working to swallow it all down, "<i>they would <b>fuck</b></i>the ghosts of those they summoned to visit." When he stopped drinking Lilith let it fall where it may and tightened her hand around his throat.<br/>She wasn't strong enough to kill a grown man like this, but that was not her goal or her job. She moved her hips even more, still subtle in the sulky shadows, and felt him harden under her same as she felt his blood heat beneath his skin, "You want her. Don't you. You want her. You have to<i> say it</i>!" Lily was hissing into his mouth, her teeth clacking his bared teeth while she kept a slow grind on his rigid length, "I want her." He<i>ground </i>out, though on the contrary gripped her hips and pulled her down harder.<br/><br/>It made her smirk. She let go of his throat, lifted her hand, and folded it over his eyes until she felt them shut.<br/>Eventually his body relaxed with the exception of his spine and abs...and hands.<br/>They were bruising but she was too enamored with what she was making him feel, and see.<br/><i>Magic</i>? Eh, give or take; more or less.<br/>He would be thoroughly saturated in her concoction, and he would see what he wanted to.<br/>It wasn't a spell that had him seeing his murdered young lover instead of Lilith when he opened his eyes.<br/>Was<i>the drink</i>, and the things she said. It was his imagination going haywire when he looked at her with such emotion hell, it almost startled her own damned self. But oh Lilith, even she was impressed with the strong effects. His hands began to shake, not so bruising anymore, and his right hand lifted to take her face but it hovered instead; around her mouth, each eye, the slope beneath her high cheeks. Kormir looked like he was seeing a ghost.<br/><br/>Bastard wasn't going to fuck one though.<br/><br/>She leaned down to his ear again, "Ya wouldn't even need all the fuss of<i>khlyst</i>." And afterwards, swung herself off of him, kissed his cheek, and settled into the booth beside him - smiling like a girl who was so happy to witness something so beautiful between a man and his haunted past. The thing of fucking fairytales, and that's exactly what that was - a fairytale. But so what? If he was convinced enough.