misireneadler:

Irene was sure she would hear about this later. Either from Giacomo or from the very frenchman she was teasing with her fingers. Her hands could masquerade as the Italian’s for a short time. But to do anything else with her body would quickly revel who she was to the man. Her hands moved away from the moment he moved to stand up. As he turned she couldn’t help but smile faintly at the expression on his features. Curious and yet so completely comfortable with the cloth over his eyes. The corner of her lips twitched upwards at the question. Her finger lightly touched his bottom lip as if to answer his question, a silent no. Her finger stayed there while her other hand touched the palm of his hand before trailing up his arm slowly and carefully. 

This unknown, sly being standing before him had continued to keep Voltaire guessing for their identity; he was completely uncertain, riddled with curiosity. Was it Giacomo? Though something told the elder it was not his Venetian paramour whom resided his presence. Such games bewitched him, and it was no doubt to him whomever was his company knew well of his inclinations.
Lips pursued slightly against the fingertip pressed to his lower lip, and as its partner slowly ascended his arm consciously, it left chills in its wake, enticing the philosopher even more so with desire and eagerness, but he dared not move out of fear to not disturb his fellow.

The suspects were beginning to be narrowed down…

misireneadler:

The game would continue for as long as she could get away with it. The only thing keeping her from being identified were her hands. Something that, for a time, she could at least attempt to make the man sitting before her think it was that of another’s. Her fingertips continued to hover over his skin, lightly touch the faint hairs on the back of his neck before the fingers on her other hand rested on the side of his neck. For as long as she could, she would keep him guessing. 

There was something about being blindfolded which was always intriguing: the mystification engulfing the temporary blind poet. It riddled him, and it excited him. What would the next move be? What would be said? And in the end of it all, the entire charade proved to be satisfying, if not delightfully frustrating; it all depended. The elder grew wary of sitting and consciously stood, but made no attempt to grope about once he turned to face whomever stood before him. Voltaire was a clever man, he knew from the moment this unknown being had no intention of revealing their identity once he asked. “Vous ne serez pas me donner des conseils?” Best to eliminate the possibilities.

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[As much as she would have loved to answer his question,to give some clue as to her identity,it would simply take the fun out of the whole venture.Her fingertips hovered over the nape of his neck before she traced her finger over the back of his neck

A light chuckle expressed the philosopher’s amusement as sensitive skin sensed those gentle tips. It felt nice. Relaxing. Sensual, even. Voltaire continued to live in the dark when it came to knowing whom exactly stood behind him, however he found himself enjoying this unexpected game and made no attempt to find out. No doubt this person’s intent was to act on the element of surprise; he liked that.

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misireneadler:

му ι∂єα σƒ ﻭσσ∂ ¢σмραηу, мя. єℓℓισт, ιѕ тнє ¢σмραηу σƒ ¢ℓєνєя, ωєℓℓ-ιηƒσямє∂ ρєσρℓє, ωнσ нανє α ﻭяєαт ∂єαℓ σƒ ¢σηνєяѕαтιση
~ Persuasion  

♦ ~— мσνєѕ ℓιкє ᴊᴀɢɢᴇʀ - Maroon 5 ft. Christina Aguilera x

You wanna know how to make me smile
Take control, own me just for the night
And if I share my secret
You're gonna have to keep it
Nobody else can see this

♦ ~— ᴇᴠᴇʀyʙᴏᴅy тαℓкѕ - Neon Trees x

Hey baby, won't you look my way?
I can be your new addiction
Hey baby what you gotta say?
All you're giving me is fiction 

♦ ~— ɴᴏᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ нαѕтє - Mumford & Sons x

We will be who we are
And they'll heal our scars
Sadness will be far away

Do not let my fickle flesh go to waste
As it keeps my heart and soul in its place
And I will love with urgency but not with haste

♦ ~— ѕωєєт ρєяƒє¢тιση - Never Shout Never! x

And oh, sweet perfection,
Won't you hear my one confession?
I've been lost, but dear, I'm found.

♦ ~— ƒιяє - Augustana x

Fire burning me up
Desire taking me so much higher
And leaving me whole

♦ ~— ρяιмα∂σηηα - Marina & The Diamonds x

You can count on me to misbehave

Primadonna girl fill the void up with Celluloid
Take a picture, I'm with the boys
Get what I want 'cause I ask for it

♦ ~— ∂αу∂яєαмєя - Adele x

He is a real lover
Of making up the past
And feeling up his girl
Like he's never felt her figure before

♦ ~— ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴏʟᴅ ƒαѕнισηє∂ ℓσνєя вσу - Queen x

I can dim the lights and sing you songs full of sad things
We can do the tango just for two
I can serenade and gently play on your heart strings
Be your Valentino just for you

♦ ~— ѕтєαℓ уσυя нєαят - Augustana x

Now love is like an ocean
Take it down to the depths
Yeah I'm taking you with me
Taking every step to steal your heart

Let it be known Voltaire’s mun is a derp and doesn’t think when she types.

Some days are worse than others…

Like today.
I made six mistakes.
Which means I shouldn’t be writing at all. 

OTL