Aithne
High infidelity
Put on your records and regret me
Put on your records and regret me
Food, sex, or bloodlust: who cares which Danta is talking about? Aithne giggles, nodding enthusiastically. Her mood is buoyant; she's much more cheerful than she was when she originally stepped out of the portal. Good company, as she's just stated, will do that to a person. "Oh, I'm Aithne," she says. "Nice to meet you, Danta."
With the rain pitter-pattering onto the umbrella above and her shoes squelching in the mud, the girl tags along gladly enough as they descend some stairs. It occurs to her, briefly, that perhaps she's being led into an alleyway to become an unsupecting meal, and she peers at Danta sidelong. "To be clear, you're not a crazy serial killer or something, right?" she asks suspiciously. "I mean, not that I'm not grateful for the directions and everything, but leading me down into a bunch of alleyways is a little sketch."
With the rain pitter-pattering onto the umbrella above and her shoes squelching in the mud, the girl tags along gladly enough as they descend some stairs. It occurs to her, briefly, that perhaps she's being led into an alleyway to become an unsupecting meal, and she peers at Danta sidelong. "To be clear, you're not a crazy serial killer or something, right?" she asks suspiciously. "I mean, not that I'm not grateful for the directions and everything, but leading me down into a bunch of alleyways is a little sketch."
I bent the truth too far tonight
I was dancing around, dancing around it
I was dancing around, dancing around it
Minor powerplay allowed without permission.
Feel free to use force/magic on Aithne.
Feel free to use force/magic on Aithne.
