VARUS
Honestly, he’s content to be whatever she needs for the night. She’s offered him a bit of shelter, a bit of information regarding Halo, and if he can help distract her and hone her skills more? Well, it seems like it’s a fair trade. He doesn’t know her history, doesn’t know what exactly he’d be distracting her from. And he doesn’t need to. It’s how the game was played, especially when one was Ascended. Perhaps the lightning would come in handy, wouldn’t that be something?
So she suggests a bite as payment and his head straightens out again, regarding her with a bit more seriousness despite the catlike amusement that graces his features, his eyes dancing between the lightning on her fingertips and her face. He considers her for a few moments, long enough that his tongue runs along his teeth, lingering on the sharpened canines. “I’d say that’s quite a fair trade.” He murmurs, shifting so that he’s pushing up off the chair with his one hand, rising to glance around the room for where those spa tables may be, wanting to see what it was she had in mind.
His gaze lands back on her as he offers his one hand to help her up, as any gentleman would do, before he’s flashing her a bright fanged smile. “Lead the way, dear.”
So she suggests a bite as payment and his head straightens out again, regarding her with a bit more seriousness despite the catlike amusement that graces his features, his eyes dancing between the lightning on her fingertips and her face. He considers her for a few moments, long enough that his tongue runs along his teeth, lingering on the sharpened canines. “I’d say that’s quite a fair trade.” He murmurs, shifting so that he’s pushing up off the chair with his one hand, rising to glance around the room for where those spa tables may be, wanting to see what it was she had in mind.
His gaze lands back on her as he offers his one hand to help her up, as any gentleman would do, before he’s flashing her a bright fanged smile. “Lead the way, dear.”
stories without a few let downs are boring when told
perfection and poems are a lie when it all unfolds
perfection and poems are a lie when it all unfolds
