wavesborn:
" honestly - i don’t even know. ” the smirk he wore vanished as soon as he found himself chuckling at his own words , hand moving up to run through short strands of hair before he spoke again. it’s the first time he actually has managed to stumble across someone familiar - at least he’s found someone to talk to ; even if it was for a short while. at her words viktors lips curled back into that all too familiar grin , head slightly tilted. “ y'know i don’t think i’d mind getting another cup. ” the siren said , soft laugh escaping him before he continued. “ nor would i mind listening to that story of yours so - yeah. ” he nods for her to follow him as begins to head towards the bar , thumbs hooking into his pockets as head tilts to look at her. “ d'you already have a type of poison in mind ?? ”
Eyes staying on the man, she smiled softly. “Well, we’ll just have to fix that won’t we?” she flirted. She followed him easily, eyes scanning the crowd to see if she could get to a certain someone. Innately, however, she knew that the woman wouldn’t care. She didn’t sense any feelings, not any good ones anyhow. But She’d work with what she had. “Poison? I’ve always loved that analogy.” She gave a short laugh. “Gin and tonic.”











