𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐖 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍.

she scoffs and scoots further down the bench. yes, it may be her fault for pressing his boundaries, but she was only trying to be nice. “no need to be so rude. i won’t bother you again.” arms cross over her chest and fingers find their way to the cross on her necklace to +

She is always paying attention. He was merely 𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘥 to have his book back. His quip earns him the little glimmer of amusement back; much like someone watching a seal clap. "I am no clairvoyant, just extremely perceptive. I am looking for someone ... a hound wearing a +

𝘢𝘩, 𝘢 𝘥𝘳𝘶𝘯𝘬. 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘦, she thinks. she’s not even offended when he doesn’t offer. it’s dangerous to take these things from strangers. “or … ” she reaches over to flip the book the correct way— either oblivious or uncaring that he doesn’t want to +

"Not really what I meant." A little scrunch of her nose at the idea of drinking demon blood. Some vampires do it for the buzz -- it's a popular party favor. "You are marked. Do you make a habit of pissing off dark entities?" She offers him back the book.

Her unwavering dark gaze narrows as he explains himself. She swipes the book from the table and cracks it open to examine it. "Charming," she remarks with a tone that indicates that she is less than charmed. "You stink of demon blood."

her curiosity always gets the best of her, but she retreats when she’s pushed away. “sixty days doesn’t sound too long to me.” she’s not as stupid as she may seem, so she knows he’s lying but will keep playing into it. “and i’m sure if he knows that it was for good +