regicide ; matt daddario [ ON HOLD ]

&.* / he's no professor; let him teach anyway.

blue. 

that's the first thing he notices when the door opens and the two worlds collide. their eyes locked, and gen's too busy putting on her prettiest smile to take him in properly. but he, he's instantly hit with an ocean of the shade, so light and pure, an iridescence bouncing off them; a twinkle in the corner of them. her eyes were sirens, and he was an unlucky sailor, unwittingly being lured into his own death. 

"hey, handsome." the blonde girl purrs out, arms resting against the door frame while she shifts her weight onto one leg. he's brought out of his poetic little reverie, a friendly grin plastering itself across his features. the vixen extends a hand, lifts the dainty little thing up near his face, and his own large digits wrap around hers, bringing it to a pair of plump, pink lips. they brush over her skin, playfully, going along with whatever games she desired him to. 

"nice to see you again, angel." he's emphasizing the term of endearment; as if it's a joke between them. as if they'd known each other all their lives, and this was only another small tale in their autobiographies. and it may as well have been. before now, halloween, the image of her, halo haired and doe eyed, was all he had. no name, no backstory. in person once more, she was still just as beautiful, if only more so effortlessly. 

"genevieve." she replies, a light-hearted, melodious laugh falling past her gloss stained lips. it's airy and almost quiet, enough to where he felt as if he'd have to lean in to hear it. it's how she likes it. the closer they are, the more she can create an illusion of a connection. that's all her life has ever been. a web of wonderfully woven works. even then, if you looked close enough, you could see a missing line, a dent in the perfection. all it took was a particularly harsh puff of air, and the web would fly off, taking her lies with it, leaving nothing in memory. 

"come on in." it's a challenge, he can sense it. her lips, shiny and full, are curled up just the slightest in a daring little devil's smirk as she shifted herself over to allow him inside. does he dare entire the wicked witch's cave? of course so, he's come too far not to. gone out of his way to.. well, drive, and whatnot! the male steps forward and is greeted with the interior of the apartment, casually simple yet seemingly chic. her walls were the purest shade of white, only tainted with banners of polaroids dangling along them. he scans the photos; one is her celebrating her 18th birthday, a pastel pink dress adorning her petite figure and man candy as her accessory. one holding a big '1' balloon, the other gripping onto an '8'. overly large smiles. another of her and a dog, blonde locks flying in the wind. he can feel the summer's warmth radiating from it. 

the door closes with a quiet click, and gen's by his side in a matter of second, her head tilted while those same locks cascaded down the side of her body. hands rest themselves behind her back, knees crossing over one another. 

"i'm quite photogenic, aren't i?" she muses. of course she'd say that. she says that to all her first time guests. the photos had been strategically placed, right there when you first entered so one could marvel in her ultimate glory. her finest moment, her favorite fashions, her most daring poses, all displayed in her own personal hall of fame. they were there only to boost her eminent star power, to subtly brag about her own lavish lifestyle. 

"most definitely. i particularly like this photo." he muses, the pads of his fingers barely brushing over one where she's candid with her friends. unlike the others, this one contained a fresh faced girl, brunette with nothing more than a band t-shirt and ripped white shorts on. her forehead is leaning against a shoulder, eyes closed and mouth open in what seems to be mid-laugh. 

"my friend took it." her nose crinkles. out of all the ones he could've chosen, the award show shots, the beaches, the cars, even the cliche professional shots, he chooses what, a careless photo out of element? sure, it's on the wall for its sentiment, but she's never known of anyone who fancied that photo best. for some strange reason, it both appeals and appalls her.