The Hatter and The Hare?! (Mature)

He bows, grinning. "Now if only I could make my other half see the light..."

She chuckled, "Mine didn't either. So I put her away. Stuffed her in here." she patted the guitar body, "She can't get out on her own. I'd have simply destroyed her, but I need her alive for this body to keep working. And this way I don't have to listen to her whining in my head." she chuckled.

He chuckles. "I wish I had thought of that...You're a genius, Beyril..."

She grinned, and chuckled darkly, "I've had a long time to think it over."

He wraps an arm around her again. "I think this is the start of a beautiful partnership..."

Beyril chuckled, facing him, straightening the collar of his shirt and looking up at him through her eyelashes teasingly, "Only a partnership? But we could be so much more..." she winked.

Mad Sylas grins wider, a small blush. "Sorry, love. Can't be much more until I've got control..."

She grinned, "Then I'll make sure you get it. You have no idea how annoyingly prudish she is."

He smirks, the blush on his face spreading. "Is that so. Well...maybe another time. Weren't you hungry?"

She flashed a wad of cash, "I was, and am. Care to keep me company?"

He nods, slipping his hands in his pockets. "Your other half's agreement makes that a given..."

She chuckled, "I knew there was something about her I liked. Her foolish way of throwing herself under a bus because she thinks it'll stop before it hits someone else."

He laughs as well. "That's what I figured...Now I need to figure out what to do with Sylas..."

She walked into a cafe, sitting down casually, "I can always try and trick your other into thinking Beyril is still here. Keep my eyes hidden and play timid fearful child." she giggled, "Poor wretch. She's probably scared to death in there."

Mad Sylas takes a seat opposite to her. "That's entirely your choice. I need him vulnerable..."

She nodded, thinking as she ordered her food, "The dreams of this body seem to throw him off. And he trusts this girl. If I tell him she's seen the end of his little family, surely that'll leave him vulnerable enough."

He nods once. "You'll have to draw a convincing picture to make him believe it..."

She took a napkin, and pulled a pen from her bag. She drew a baby boy, only a few months old. "Or I give him a reason not to take a chance."

Mad Sylas stands, stepping behind her and starting to massage. "You're so much less tense now. That's wonderful..."

She chuckled, rolling her head to the side so he could get to her neck, "I feel a lot better. Being trapped in there is stifling."

His hands move up to her neck. "I can tell, and I know the feeling. I'm eager to be more than a shadow..."

"I'm just as eager. We can get up to some real fun when you've got a proper body." she chuckled.

He grins, blushing. "You really are quite different. I prefer this."

She grinned darkly, "I plan on staying this way, too. No way she's getting me back in there."

He nods, leaning closely to her. He nips lightly on her neck. "I feel the same way. I'm going to bind him so very tightly he won't be able to even think about getting out..."