Glass Animals~ Heat Waves

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Gorgeous. That's what she is, especially in that French long coat which she wears over her cream shirt, tucked nicely into perfectly tailored fitted black pants, paired with those freaking black heels.

Maybe it is how she stands, tall and confident with eyes shaped like a crescent moon or it is how her unfeeling and composed attitude ooze out from her being. She's dressed in clothes majority of men won't find attractive, damn, even I didn't know a fitting like that could make me stare at a female for so long.

Despite the cross-dressing which makes her look intimidating and feisty. It didn't hide the teasing figure she owns.

I couldn't stop myself from throwing direct glances at the woman I'm to marry. The woman who digs into her Lobster like that's the only thing worth her attention at the moment. The whole thing amuses me. It's been a long time since I found something amusing to my being. The past few years have been dark and empty, a darkness I gladly welcome and nurture but the emptiness eats me whole like a freaking termite and the only person who could fill up that space is forever gone.

Someone speaks. Her cousin, whose name I've forgotten throws a question at me. I'm glad I am able to comprehend what it is she's saying cause my focus has being  on a particular interesting female since I got here. She questions my unexpected visit to their home. Her home. I didn't miss her flirtatious tone and gestures as she sweeps her hair over her left shoulder exposing the skin on the left. I didn't miss it but I decide to entertain her.
I send a smoldering look at her and reply.

"I'm in search of a woman to take as my wife" my intentions is to sound teasing but it comes out cold and passive instead. Guess I can't hide my real self, can I?

I eye Davinia. She ignores the whole room, ravishing her dinner like all she wants is to get full and get the fuck out of here. I don't blame her tho, the smell in here is suffocating. I personally find excessive perfume and spray annoying and irritating.

One of the things I love about my Katarina is her pure scent.

Max tries to make little conversations but I've said all I wanted to say to him on the way here. The only thing that interests me right now is the boss herself, Davinia jewels. Who suddenly receives scolding from her aunt for eating too fast. Her cousins make mockery of her, coating their words with with fake politeness but only a fool will believe they are anything but innocent or polite.

The one who looks the youngest in their midst says something about Davinia's mom being crazy and how that has been a great defect in her upbringing.

I pause and watch Davinia's reaction. The utensil slips from her finger, making a dramatic noise as it hits the plate. She stares at her cousin blankly. Seconds tick by and the room becomes eerily quiet. Her thin full lips stretches slowly and her face begins to change form as she breaks into fit of laughter, surprising everyone except for Me and Max. The reaction wasn't what I expect but nothing surprises me nowadays. She looks beautiful, her eyes closes with her mouth open. A little piece of crab's leg sticks to the side of her lip.

Simply beautiful.

Her laughter dies down completely.
She sends her younger cousin a look that lies between threatening and scary with a bit of "just kidding". The look works wonders with the way her cousin slips back into her seat in fear.

My chest purrs in admiration. I am so curious to know about the famous "Valeno" as she has been nicknamed by the underground. That look she gives right now holds promise. A promise to retaliate in a way her cousin would not like.

I watch her. Now that my focus is on her face, I realize that she has no makeup on, except for a pair of dangling crystal drop earrings. She picks a tissue and dabs the sides of her lip with an elegance that I'm sure took years to perfect. Slowly, she getsup from her seat with the same elegance.

She's tall. Another bonus point.

Her face returns to its inexpressive look.
She nods her head politely at me in greeting and I do the same.

"I'll be in my office if you need anything" she speaks in a flat tone, her voice is low like she was trying to hide the softness it holds. Another amusing trait I find.

She struts out of the hall, leaving the eerie silence behind. I grin inwardly as I finish with my meal.

We've met before. Davinia and I, when she was around eight years old with no front tooth and I was fourteen. Her family came all the way to Russia to dine with mine on the day before my father's birthday. Her dad and my father's friendship was quite genuine, they both could tolerate each other and our mothers got together awfully well.

Back then she was nothing like this. She was bubbly, full of energy and love. She was quite talented at a very young age, I know that cause she played a song for my father that night. She was always smiling and so inquisitive, I found it annoying but still enjoyed her company.

It's amazing how that lively eight-year-old girl had changed drastically. That's what happens when one loses someone they cherish, adore and love. I know of it because I also suffer from the same pain and longing. The pain of losing someone and then the longing that never ends. Those two things will shape and mold you into something you'd be forced to accept.

A dark side of you will be unleashed and there will be no taming or restraint. It's scary but not as scary as losing someone you loved.

I wished I had I never loved and with the little of Davinia I witnessed tonight, I know love doesn't exist in her world anymore and that is why Davinia Jewels lucchese will be the perfect little wife for me.