"Well then, shall we?" Yoon proposes to his partner, paning out an arm in welcome.
Cleo's dagger demeanor falls though quickly once she loops her arm with Yoon's. A pleasant and quite beautiful smile curves up upon her painted lips.
The explosions that had taken over and devoured me whole disintegrate once the warmth in my left hand loosens itself while leaving a path of ice behind it.
I turn my head while leaving my hand open and available awkwardly, quickly wrap it around my waist once realizing that sweet day dream was over.
She neatly tucked a strand of hair behind her ear; revealing her soft features and three small silver hoops climbing up her earlobe, each on getting small the higher they climb.
A small glow of pink fades its way in on her nose and throughout her cheeks, probably feeling my neverending sight taking her in.
That moment felt like slow motion, but passed by at the speed of light.
"Welcome, friends"- Yoon did a quick bow, one arm behind is back while the other neatly folded in front - "To the Dallas home, please make it feel like your own" each word Yoon spoke held a smile, as if genuinely pleased with the life he lived.
Cleo mimicked his bow, lacking the speech and smile.
With the door open - which seemed to be functioning but ancient - the inside was lit dimly with wax dripping candles and a clean walk way to steps to the upper level was present.
While walking in before the owners, we had shut the door quickly and quietly as entering not to far behind.
There seemed to be two sections on this level. On the right, there were two glass cabinets on each side of the west wall filled with countless things, a small beige loveseat with a dark maroon plush blanket draped over the top with light gold detailing.
With many things covering the walls; such as antlers, realistic paints, miscellaneous skulls, and a fire place directly infront of sitting made up the space.
On the left, mimicked that of a pub. With a large rectangular counter-top splitting the room in two, with many barstools with colors of the resting area spaced out nicely on it edge. The top had a wine rack the length of the table, bottles with both sweet and bitter liquid arranged nicely.
But with the stairs, where they lead was undiscoverable at the moment; with a quick curve that lead to the other side of the rainbow.
"Our company seating is lacking, we deeply apologize. But feel free to take any seat over there" Yoon joked, his eyes creating crescent moons as he unbuttoned and neatly hung Cleo's cloak.
The disappearance of Cleo's cloak revealed a perfectly fitting black dress that didn't leave much to the imagination. It left off on the lower side of her thighs with little loose bows, swaying lace sleeves that tightened at her writs, and a square neck. She was truly breathtaking.
At the speed of light, Yoon took place at the far side of the counter-top, weaving around a steel cup with a funny looking lid.
"So" - he smirks, leaning upon the counter-top - "what can I get everyone?"
Timidly, Mia raises her hand and speaks up "I can't drink any of that, legally"