"Faceless, enemies always faceless
Somehow, you're always blameless
But that don't make you bulletproof (Bulletproof).."
He smirked as he twirled her. She stared at him in annoyance, but not hatred. Her pills were working then.
Her eyes that dead look. It made him flinch.
(Phoenix)
"You hear whispers when we're just talkin'
See pointin' fingers
When we touch, yeah, when we touch
She put her hand on his shoulder to steady herself. She held the microphone close to her mouth to he could directly hear it.
You hear footsteps when no one's comin'
But you keep runnin', there's no use runnin'.."
They moved through the stage like it wasn't even there, swaying and stepping in near-perfect synchrony.
Her heeled shoes matched his booted ones step for step.
(Louis)
"You know you're your own assassin
You don't need no help with that
It's your back that you been stabbin'
When you gonna understand?.."
Louis held out his arm, and she spun underneath it, skirt flying out in a swirl of glittering gray.
She was beautiful, but he couldn't help but wonder that, if their world was in color, what her dress would be.
(Phoenix)
"You know you're your own assassin
You don't need no help with that
You know you're your own assassin
You know you're your own assassin.."
She saw Ivy dancing with the target with a lovesick look on his eyes. He had known her for a fucking few minutes.
How did she do that?..
Louis caught onto her jealously. He knew that even if she hated the seducing and killing, she wanted to at least be hit on by a man.
(Louis)
"When did, when did you start pretendin'?
You don't know why it ended
You think the fault is all mine (Is all mine)"
He looked at her with his pain in his eyes, but also anger. Louis' grip tightened around her.
Phoenix began to feel fear, shit, her mediation was wearing off. It felt like a knife was being pressed into her.
"Mirror, you never checked the mirror
Or you woulda seen the killer
Starin' right back with your eyes (With your eyes)"
Louis' eyes softens at her fear. There it was though, the way she tried to hide her emotions. He tried to imagine the role in one colour.
Perhaps, it would be blue, deep and inviting and asking him to come over and drown himself in her arms.
And maybe, just maybe, it would be a mix of both, enticing and gaining every man's attention, drawing them in to her shimmering existence.
(Phoenix)
"You hear whispers when we're just talkin'
See pointin' fingers
When we touch, yeah, when we touch
You hear footsteps when no one's comin'
But you keep runnin' there's no use runnin'"
She smirked as she sang that bit, she was taking control. She dipped him, and he growled.
She laughed into the microphone. She knew he was a dominant creature. Seeing him submissive like this gave her a strange satisfaction.
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