she stiffens at the unfamiliar and unwelcome touch, her heartbeat increasing in fear of a threat. was this what she was waiting for? the demon thumps away inside of her head, preparing itself, just in case. turning slowly, she’s greeted with the sight of the jovial blonde with red stained fingers. her own fingers, which were stained similarly and shaking vigorously, raise to her cheek, and they slowly drag down. she has to force down bile at the feeling the action brings.
her hands fall to her lap and her empty gaze focuses forward. “thank you,” she speaks, her voice hollow and slow. “but i think blue suits me much better.” it’s a lame attempt at a joke, but she’s proud of herself for trying.
the demon seems to have calmed down, curling back to wherever the hell it goes when she’s the one in control. she doesn’t like to think about that. she doesn’t like to think about a lot of things. she shivers involuntarily. she’s cold again. the sun warms her skin, but it’s not enough. it never is.
“um, do you have a jacket i could borrow for a little bit?” it’s a strange request, but it seems like both of these girls are all too familiar with strange. “i’ll give it back, i promise, it’s just that… it’s colder than i thought it’d be.”
gaze fixated on the other female’s fingers as they mimic the actions she’d made just seconds ago, a gleam present that she vaguely wondered how much it could give away, but she found herself uncaring of the potential consequences when the girl spoke, regardless of how weak the attempt at a joke was. she’s precious. and besides, blood covered and intriguing or not, tia could totally take her if she had to. nose crinkled in amusement at her own thoughts before she lifted her hand, a grin remaining as she transferred the blood on her fingers to make a swipe on her own neck for safe keeping. ❝ you just gotta get yourself a cute blue dress and a splatter of blood and you’ll be perfect. ❞
the question caught tia off guard, though only momentarily. sure, she may not have always been the best at remaining appropriate in social situations, but wasn’t it just a touch unusual to ask a stranger for a jacket? a quiet little snigger fell from her lips before she could stop it, fingers returning to her neck, caressing the blood she’d put there just moments ago. who was she to talk? slipping her jacket off, she draped it over the brunette’s form, unbothered as ever by the chill around them. daddy taught her better than to not be able to handle the cold.
❝ so who’d you kill? was it a nasty boy getting handsy? or just a random person off the street? ❞ elbows rested on knees as eyes were widened in genuine interest and curiousity, her excitement for the conversation practically palpable. ❝ i’ll tell you my story if you tell me yours, pretty girl. ❞
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