<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/77/Luis_royo_thefishingline.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Glasya<br/><strong>Title:</strong>Succubus<br/><strong>Location</strong>Krum Theatre<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Deva, Zirifiel, Arkand, Reginald<br/><br/><hr/><br/><br/><br/><br/><em>"Just simple magic... mostly just a parlor trick. I'm not going to do anything larger, I am sitting on a haystack after all."</em><br/><br/>Glasya would dip her head slightly, laughing gently, allowing a light blush to cross over her pronounced cheekbones at Arkand's small humor.  A hand would come up, slender fingers toying with the ties at the top of her breasts, long nails brushing just barely over the flesh before dropping again to lace her fingers together in front of her, smiling gently upon the handsome human. “ That would be something to avoid. We would not wish to disturb such a wonderful play now would we?” Gleaming eyes would sweep slowly over his person, the tip of her tongue teasing out to slide languidly over her lower lip, giving Arkand this split second of desire, of deep need within her gaze before demurely easing her eyes away again, just in time to look to the stage and hear the announcement of intermission.<br/><br/>Glancing back at the King, lips would part to inquire something new until an annoyance made its way between she and her prize. A fly that rambled on in the most agitating voice, spewing forth drivel. Within Glasya seethed, wanting nothing more then to latch her hand onto Deva's face and rip off the flesh. She would rather hear screams then the jabber spilling forth from the waif. Even as Deva continued on, Glasya would slip around the girl to stand near the Kings side, taking on a look of gentle amusement. She would lean slightly towards Arkand's ear, turning her head enough towards him to allow her warm breath to tease against his neck, her timbre a soft purr, her own scent of wildflowers in full bloom of spring teasing his senses, murmuring gently. “ I don't even know your name Sir, but I find your company... refreshing. Perhaps we could move closer to the stage, allowing us to finish watching this lovely performance, then mayhap you would deign to accompany a simple woman home?”<br/><br/>From the corner of her eye she would watch Deva, wishing with all her might she could eliminate the girl in a wash of blood. Yet... the Divine presence seemed to be connected to her. Interesting. Indeed Glasya was very aware of Zefiriel's presence, as well as the fact the Angel could do nothing in the night but watch. She was obviously here to protect the one that Xenolord had sent her to watch. Ah, but<em>why</em>was she not given leave to deal with things in her own way? What had she ever done but prove herself worthy? Sighing softly, she would turn her attention back to Arkand, waiting his answer. She hoped to stay to the end of the play to keep her eye on Reginald, to watch and see where he ended up for the night, and to watch the Divine as well. One way or another, she would have her way in the War to come...