Jade irises fell hooded, calculating, he watched her fingers traverse the heavy ivory and ebony keys on her piano with a heightened interest. His elbow propped up against the edge of the large instrument, he was cradling his chin in leather-clad hand. Sweeping a few rebel strands of [h/c] hair behind her ear, [Name]'s slender fingers pressed the keys in a sweet tune. Her tempo was lethargic, sleepy, and in no hurry at all to finish the piece.
The demon shut his eyes and soaked in her playing, seeing the notes dancing behind his closed lids with finesse. He was a lover of beautiful things; whether that be in physical or intangible form. This human woman's hands - they were the purest of all beauty's he's seen in the ugly expanse of the world. He simply had to collect those hands off of her and add them to his collection.
Until he actually saw her play, he just assumed he would wait until she was asleep and take her delicate hands off of her; now, seeing her smile and zeal for playing such a sad, lonely tune - he had to take a step or two back and think: Did he really need to take her hands now?
She was not scared by him, the handsome features etched into his bones and muscles mesmerized her, astounded her. She thought him to be an angel, come from Heaven to lead her to God, when in fact he was the complete opposite.
"I am called Arthur - the Demon of Greed. I like your hands; they play very beautiful music, my dear. I want them."
The devilish grin that split his lips would have sent terrified ripples down the spine of anyone else, except for this one girl. Instead, she blinked owlishly at his straightforwardness and pinched her brows together, confusion melting her features.
"But...why? My hands are nothing special, they just do what their told, sir."
Then, he knew how much he didn't want them to hand limply in his collection; if he took them, they wouldn't play the music she oh-so obediently orchestrated. They would collect dust for eternity and he would grow weary and bored again, rather, he could just watch her play - stay entranced by the music for just a little bit longer.
Arthur ran a hand through his bangs and sighed out once she had finished her song. [Name] looked to him, flashing him a closed-mouth smile with her supple hands folded neatly into her lap. That smile inquired wordlessly: 'did you like it?'. Chuckling, the demon reached out to cup her face in his gloved palms and brushed his thumbs against the underside of her [e/c] eyes, where her purple bags were stored.
His kiss burned into her forehead, her eyelids, her cheek; he was admiring her gentle beauty, jealousy spurring him on. He wished he could be wonderful and stunning like her, like everything she was and will be. Arthur's kiss pressed to the corner of her mouth, careful not to miss, and she sighed, - the sound of an angel - lifting her trembling fingers to grip the slick suit fabric on his elbows.
"Sweet angel, play me another song."
He whispered against her skin, kissing more and more of her face and body; he groaned and pleaded with her, but had no intention on releasing her. [Name] did not mind in the least, her heart shuttered when his arms found their way around her and pressed her to his chest. She breathed in his scent, the faint smell of lavender, and buried her nose into his jacket.