The android's lips curved into a lovely smile as the silvery moon cut shadows through the window, painting the room with a bluish glow.
"My, my. We can't have that now, can we ?" With a deliberate and almost theatrical action, she closed her eyes gently, her silver eyelashes catching the moon's light to reveal a subtle, mesmerizing crimson glint at the corner of his wary gaze.
"Why are you here ?" He growled, his fingers tightly gripping a knife that gleamed like a sliver of starlight in the moon's embrace. The room seemed to hold its breath, caught between the growing suspense of their confrontation and the soft, haunting humm of the night.
"How cold... After all this time, you greet me with a threat ? I'm hurt." The retort danced from her lips, disdain and amusement filled her words, each syllable dripping with the intoxicating sweetness of honey. Her voice, like a silken caress, carried a hint of allure that disguised her lethal intent.
Her mellow words were accompanied by the swift ascent of her obsidian-hued dagger. The blade, a dark mirror, embraced the lunar radiance that illuminated the room, transforming it into a reflection of the night.
He scoffed, he wore an expression of resignation, mixed with a hint of nostalgia. His gaze was momentarily lost in a wave of memories that refused to fade.
"Even after all that, you still expect a warm welcome from me ?" He mused, his voice carrying a bittersweet cadence that echoed through the room, mingling with the shadows formed across every surface.
"How cruel." She replied, her demeanor maintaining a playful edge despite the long years. Yet, she changed, beneath her innocent facade, a side he has never seen. The once cheerful and guileless little girl, now a figure of intrigue, a menacing and ruthless assassin, wearing her dark intentions as an armour against the world that had shaped her.
"Enough games," he pressed, his tone hardening like steel.
"But I'm not playing..." She interjected, pouting. In a breathtaking ballet of movement, she moved, dancing in the wind, she materialised behind him, her silhouette stark and entrancing against the canvas of moonlight that bathed the room in its spectral glow. An air of solemnity graced her composed visage, giving her features an almost otherworldly feel. The blade that rested in her grip possessed an aura of ambivalence - delicately poised yet exuding an unapologetic aura of menace. The edge of the blade traced along the pale curve of his neck, like a whisper of danger in the cool ambience of the cold winter night.
"I asked you, Althea," he began, pinning her to the ground and seizing control of the situation almost instantly. He gaze, the unwavering ascent of resolve. "Why are you here ?" He snarled.
"How aggressive, Paris." She teased, a wide grin spreading across her face like a merciless crescent moon. Her glistening eyes danced in intrigue and amusement as she felt his mounting irritation, playing with emotions like a skilled puppeteer tugging at the strings of emotion.
"Just answer the question ! You should be in the North-so why are you here ?!" He scowled, with a decisive stab of his knife into the ground. The room trembled with the tension, the air heavy with the veiled history and unspoken secrets that bound them.
"Hmm~ I wonder..." Her tone was coy, like the soft whistle of wind through the leaves, as she played innocent, mischief, the ageless trickster pirouetted in her eyes. In the midst of her silver-tangled hair, the beautiful diadem shimmering like starlight on a tranquil midnight sea, mirroring the stunning moonlight in its sparkle.