[Thread] Dance with the enemy.

[incarnadines]

Who: Madara and Belial.
Where: Madara's penthouse.
When: After the auction.
Summary: Madara has his beloved wife back, at last.
Rating: R?
Other: Spin me faster like a kaleidoscope.

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[stainedecstasy]

Strange, how death really felt. If anything it was something that resembled a wave of release. She laid there, prettily on the red satin sheets lightly. Her whole being completely remodel for Madara’s wishes and desires -- and if she was conscious of such a scenario, well, she could not deny her lord of anything, could he? When the fingers had coiled around her palm, she opened her eyes; feeling a heavy weight lifted off her before letting her gaze meet that of Madara’s with a smile that held no malice, no delusions of hell itself, and it was nothing but completely adoration as she sat upwards.

"Well -- " Her words spoken sweetly as a bent finger rolled upwards his cheek to dismiss the tears before speaking with obvious playfulness, " -- You’re behaving like you’re mourning, my lord. Am I really bringing that much displeasure within your presence?"

[incarnadines]

She woke-- of course she would, he knew that she would! But the sight of her eyes opening cast immeasurable relief over Madara. He scrambled to his feet, leaving the floor behind to climb onto the bed beside her. "It's really you," he whispered, hands grasping at her shoulders to pull her close. He brought his face to her neck, buried it in her riotous curls. His Belial. The woman he'd fallen in love with centuries ago. The one who'd died, yes, and yes he had been mourning her! All this time, while she was devoured by the demon that was the Mad Hatter...

"I'm not mourning any longer," he told her, fingers sliding over her porcelain skin. "You... You've returned to me now. Nothing could possibly bring me more happiness than that!" This was the woman he'd thrown his life away for. At last he could finally have her!

[stainedecstasy]

Ah, the such blissful demeanour that Madara had emitted had only made Belial’s smile so rueful, so flooded with beautiful sad love for her love that the hands that planted themselves on her shoulders were reply with a feathery touch of fingers tucking stray locks of black behind ear. She tilted his chin up to place small butterfly kisses under his eyes as a spare hand was on his chest. And her laugh was as thick as honey and a sweet melody of complete adoration for her one and only love. The soft caressing of her flesh made her shiver, tender touches made her smile, and she kissed his lips.

"My dear; my betrayal -- even words cannot describe how much I regret them. And so, I am yours forever. And you may do as you will." Her naked form slipped from the bed, casting a somewhat sultry glance at her love before she searched the closet, "After all my love, we do have a lot to catch up on!"

[incarnadines]

"Forget all of that," he uttered, already under the spell of her beauty. He sighed as she touched him, swooning with her kisses and caresses. "The past is over. Gone. There's no reason to think about it anymore, not when we have the present and the future."

As she drew away from him, Madara laid down on the sheets and watched her. He couldn't get enough of the sight of her. It was something he had dreamed about for so long, he felt dizzy when he gazed upon her now. He rested his cheek on the satin, smiling. "I love you," he told her, in case she didn't know. He thought maybe he hadn't told her enough before. Maybe that was why she'd broken him. He'd have to make sure she knew it now.