My velvet goldmine.

He forgot about Tic and why he was at the party, and his muscles slowly began to relax from their tense hold that Matthias put them in. He let his forceful grip on Stelon die, and lead her gently across the marble floor, the two of them slowly becoming the center of attention. But she was his, and he studied her closely, intrigued by the way it appeared that she had never worn a dress so pretty, much less danced with a man of his status. Was she a favored pet turned into a date, similar to the way he’d done with Tic? Maybe she would be punished for dancing with him.

Larkin wasn’t sure she was telling him the truth. In fact, he knew she wasn’t telling the truth, and continued to glance around at the onlookers, searching for a face that wasn’t admiring them, but soon he was only staring at Stelon, and her violet eyes. He felt her relax beneath his fingers, and enjoy the forbidden dance she was having. Her blush disappeared as her nervousness decreased, leaving behind flawless skin.

Flawless skin that didn’t need the enhancing of makeup.

His orange eyes stared hard into Stelon’s blue ones, narrowing ever so slightly. His hand found it’s way further behind her back, bringing her in dangerously close to him. She wasn’t wearing any makeup. Nothing at all. He gave her a reassuring smile when she looked at him strangely, and leaned in, cheek to cheek with her, whispering, “What’s your name?”

Discreetly, he tried to pick up a scent from her hair. It didn’t smell like she’d prepared herself properly for a ball. It smelled like the earth. Not an unpleasant smell, but not the smell that Larkin would associate with someone allowed to be at his party. She wasn’t wearing any perfume at all, unlike him. He smelled like lavender, mostly, accompanied with a very sharp smelling spice.

“Who did you come with?”