Seraphim leaned over the railing of the bridge and dropped petals from a flower down into the lava below, a look of utter disinterest adorning her face as the white petals singed. Her blonde hair was a statk contrast against her cabin's black walls but she otherwise complimented the complimented the Roman-style villa that she now called home.
Her dark eyes soon located Igneous, sadly enough for him and the corner of her mouth twitched up to form a devilish smile. The daughter of Aetna casually played the glance off and found her attention back on the flower she was half finished destroying. This time, she leaned over a little bit further before dropping the next petal.
Seraphim's ears trained on the male while her eyes strayed away from the flower to watch another petal land in the lava, her lazy stance straightening significally as he approached, the stem of the flower twirling delicately in her fingers as she turned to gaze at Igneous and that cute little dumbfounded look he got. "The weather over here is delightful, isn't it?" she tossed with infuriating neglect of the last few moments and allowed that same smile to play along her lips.
The girl settled back into the same position as before, her attention switching between the flower and him. "I've never seen such a beautiful place," she admitted and temporarily gazed up at the sky with an admiration that hinted at abnormality.
"The coast of Crete, I presume. But I was located on Santorini Island," she said with a slight shrug, like that was the most normal statement ever. "So Greece." Finally, Seraphim dropped the flower into the lava.
"Geological evidence," she said softly and with a glimmer of insecurity on not knowing the true whereabouts thanks to a muddled myth. "But I will say I am from Santorini as I never stepped foot off of the island until a few days ago."
"Young mortal?" she inquired with a quirked brow, her impassive face taking on a slight glimmer of curiosity as she leaned her back against the railing. "How long have you been alive for?" she inquired suddenly, not bothering to bite her tongue on personal matters.
"They did in mine as well," she chimed in with an added air of mystery and gently nibbled on her lower lip, her mind reeling to register the time period possibilities. "You aren't a demigod," she said with a tone that suggested this was her conclusion.
Seraphim's dark eyes danced with amusement as she slipped away from the railing and began to walk to the other side. "I was created rather than born," she finally admitted as a curl snagged between her forefinger and thumb. She turned her back towars the lava below and beckoned him toward her with a finger, those michevious eyes glinting darkly.
"A fire spirit," she said softly, tasting the words on her tongue. Like a spider caught in a web of her making, she admired his beauty now that he was closer. Her petite body was stark contrast to his larger form but her eyes glimmered with a fire that could rival his own. She lifted her face to peer up at him, his closeness only acknowledged by the slight spike in her heart rate. "Aetna created me from the ashes of a mortal," she murmured softly and leaned into the railing with a slight smirk, her head tipping ever do slightly to the side.
"I strive for a standard of elegance rather than perfection," she mused softly and allowed herself to lean into his body ever so slightly, almost as if she were tempting him into further interaction. "Who created you?" she turned the question on him, her finger tips hooking beneath his chin to direct his entire attention forcefully upon herself.
Seraphim leaned her face in, her mouth mere inches from the side of his throat as she breathed in his scent. "That explains a lot," she murmured in a softer tone, her fingers finally slipping from his chin. "You smell like fire - it's intoxicating." Her comment almost sounded oblivious, her eyes only widening a fraction when her words finally registered.
Seraphim's focus remained solely trained on Igneous but a split second jerk allowed her to capture a bit of molten lava that had sprung in the air from below the bridge, "immortality is a blessing and a curse." She turned to hand over to reveal the small droplet that would otherwise burn into the flesh of any other demigod. Finally, she allowed the droplet to fall between their feet as her eyes peered into his own. "Aetna is a complicated goddess," she explained slowly and then attempted to match his smirk with something a little more sinister. "So what have you discovered to be your purpose?"
At a loss for words in the first time since her creation, the newly awakened demigoddess was absolutely stunned and her expression gave it all away. Her finger nails dug grooves into the wooden bridge, her dark eyes surveying him with a mixture of amusement and confusion for what seemed like hours before she actually reacted. Slowly, she lowered down into a crouch, her fingers reaching up to invasively capture his face, directing his eyes back toward her - as if his gaze fed an unsatiable part of her soul. "Are you trying to devote yourself to me, fire boy?"
Seraphim allowed her right hand to graze over his cheek and adventure down the side of his throat before she easily located the heart beneath his chest. "Why would I want to be served?" she tossed back with a grin that threatened to surface before abruptly standing, all admittedly delicious contact quickly severed in a swift motion. It was like you could see the process of her distrust uncurling. Her fire returned but almost twice as hot, her back turning on him as she glared off into the distance.
Seraphim spun on her heels like a flash of lightning in the sky and snagged his wrist once it was free from her skin, allowing her eyes to examine it before she tugged him closer to her. She dared to touch her chest against his as she rose on the tips of her toes to level with Igneous. "I do not trust you," she whispered in an angry gush, eyes narrowing to the point where for a brief moment it was like you could taste the hatred. Was it hatred? Or was she simply unnerved by his ability to make her knees weak? After a moment of thought, her nuzzled her equally warm but not nearly as hot cheek into the palm of his hand. It was affectionate and almost preditorial.
Like he had sparked a fuse, she almost felt her lip curl with annoyance to his flippant behavior. Did he want to serve her or not? The female's gaze lingered a moment longer before she projected it elsewhere once again, her nose wrinkling ever so slightly. "You would surely waste more of your time serving a lame god," she shot back, trying to get beneath his skin. Despite the fact that she had just insulted his father, she seemed to lack the necessary remorse.
His laughter only made her temper boil more, the sharp glare she offered the only reminder he needed to watch himself. Although a part of her liked his coldness - the other craving his affection and touch. So she did the unthinkable and closed the distance between them again and now it was her turn to taunt. "You know I mean lame as in is ailments, right? I'm not hip enough to use such terms." Her little arms snaked around his neck until the fingers intertwined behind his head. "Why do you want to devote yourself to me? What makes me so special?"
"Or I could be your death wish," she whispered softly into his ear before she was overcome with a special sort of giddiness when he nuzzled her throat, the affection causing her heart rate to erratically spike. Seraphim lifted her chin instinctively, like she was giving her throat to him in return for the small bits of affection he offered.
A little gasp caught in her throat in response to the tickle from his lips against her flesh, the warmth of his mouth causing her eyes to flutter ever so slightly but she quickly swallowed with effort in attempt to cover up her tracks. "Sleeping," she mirrored his tone easily, "awake." She gazed back up into with a slight smirk. "I've always been one to keep a foot in both worlds." Her slender fingers began to tangle into his hair, a certain level of heat now radiating off her smaller form.
"I don't think I caught your name," she murmured and found herself staring at a particularly juicy piece of his shoulder, the urge to posessively bite down causing her jaw to clench, her fingers soon escaping his hair and moving to touch his shoulder blades. The magnetic connection they shared left her confused and almost breathless but the more her hands roamed, the more she seemed to open up.
She tested out the taste of his name and was satisfied with the chain reaction of goosebumps that started with him. As her body was pulled into his own, she couldn't help but lean forward teasingly. "Seraphim," she finally responded in a whisper, the warmth of her breath mere inches from his own as she peered up at him through dark lashes.
The demigoddess instinctively nuzzled into his palm once again, her dark eyes closing to embrace the warmth he provided and she apparently craved. His words echoed deep within her mind but she didn't linger on them long enough to protest and opened her eyes a fraction when his nose brushed her own, a hand reaching up to gently touch his. The close proximity was both intimidating in a way and thrilling. Seraphim's lips parted to fit his like a puzzle piece to a larger picture and without reluctance, she accepted her first kiss with shutted eyes. A white-hot surge of fire sprung through her veins and the daughter of Aetna made a good effort to ignore the little shocks that peppered her body ruthlessly.
Seraphim waited for the boy to pull away from her before she moved quickly and snagged his arms, attempting to forcefully lean him over the railing while she pinned his hands there. "Do you go around stealing everyone's first kiss?" she snarled but something in her tone hinted at a playfulness.
She finally released his arms and backed up, shaking her head so that strands of blonde hair encased her frame, "o-only because I just woke up mere weeks ago." Seraphim defensively crossed her arms over her chest and glared at the ground for a time but couldn't quite get over the heat that rose to her ears. Igneous had been the first boy she kissed and the urge to touch her lips was intersected by a casual stretch.