drop the dagger and lather the blood on your hands romeo
"Hmm," Aisha muses, though not worrying to glance at her surroundings. "A better brand of broken than where I came from," she replied with a smirk, taking another sip of her mulled drink. It is very good, compliments to the vampire chef and whatnot.
She caught him with her other comment, about being here before with another bartender. He then inquired as to who, and gave his own name with a hand to shake. Reaching out with her free hand she grinned, "Aisha." Her skin was met with something not cold but definitely not warm, something that felt deprived of blood and circulation. And it wasn't a foreign feeling, he wasn't the first ascended she'd known.
She drew back her hand, placing her elbow on the surface and replying to his other question leisurely, "Loren."
She caught him with her other comment, about being here before with another bartender. He then inquired as to who, and gave his own name with a hand to shake. Reaching out with her free hand she grinned, "Aisha." Her skin was met with something not cold but definitely not warm, something that felt deprived of blood and circulation. And it wasn't a foreign feeling, he wasn't the first ascended she'd known.
She drew back her hand, placing her elbow on the surface and replying to his other question leisurely, "Loren."
AISHA
