no matter how dark the world

I'm a lady, like whoa
I could bring you to your knees

He answers and she just stares at him for a moment, disbelief written all over her face. He’s damn lucky she didn’t just attack, because the thought had crossed her mind. Thankfully she’s actually rather controlled, even when she doesn’t necessarily pretend to be. ”You could have just asked,” she says, though the annoyance dripping from her voice is less than friendly at the moment.

Weaver lets the fire drop from her hand, pitching them back into the cover of evening. ”If you really must know, I am going to the market to go find some sort of treat. And if you are going to tag along, do so like a normal human and not a stalker.” It is the best opening he is going to get, and he can take it or leave it. She gives him a minute to make a move before she turns around and begins to walk to her destination, far more directly now that she knows who is behind her.

weaver

get you kicked out the Garden of Eden