We Are the Destroyer

Liezel Loshang, 21 year old witch and hunter. Florist, part-time college student, and aspiring psychologist. ISTJ & True Neutral. "The bridges I've burned will light the way." Closed RP account for a private roleplay.

[aidenvaduva-blog]

He blinks a few times before reaching down and opening the desk drawer. “Oh, my God. I’ve wanted this book since I first tried your mom’s cooking! Thank you.”

[liezel-loshang]

"No problem. Merry Christmas."

[aidenvaduva-blog]

"I know." he says with a laugh. "I think I’ve told you before my family comes from supernaturals. My great-grandmother, Mirela, was the last witch in our family and that was her spell book. A lot the spells are ones that she created and I think it would be best used in your hands. She was special to me and so are you."

[liezel-loshang]

"Wow, thank you so much." She says and closes the book. "I got you a present. It's in your desk drawer." She points vaguely at the desk.

[aidenvaduva-blog]

"Yeah." Aiden is quiet for a second, taking in the room and how it feels to be back with his best friend. His eyes widen briefly and he reaches into his pocket to pull out a wrapped present that is obviously a small book. "You always tell me to get you something that you can use and I finally took your advice. Merry Christmas, Liezel."

[liezel-loshang]

She catches the present and unwraps it. A glance is thrown at Aiden when she sees the book. She cracks open the cover and flips through the first few pages. "Aiden," She starts, eyes going over spell after spell. "You didn't have to get me anything."

[aidenvaduva-blog]

"Thanks." He takes a seat and exhales, deflating from exhaustion. "Ten new businesses and four new hunter branches. Everything went great, but I missed spending Christmas with you and everyone."

[liezel-loshang]

"I'm sure we could arrange something." She says, thinking about asking Elliot if he would want to watch a movie with them.

[aidenvaduva-blog]

"You got that right." He steps into the room and looks around, taking in his office. It feels like months since he’d been able to come home. "I see the place isn’t burned down, which is a good sign."

[liezel-loshang]

"If a small kitchen fire happened to start, you'd be the first to know." She gets up and offers Aiden his chair. "How'd everything go?"

[aidenvaduva-blog]

He leans back against the door that leads to his office— well, it’s more Liezel’s office considering how much he has been gone recently. People needed his help and he had more than enough money to help them. It made coming home a little harder and he’d been staying in a hotel the past few days. Aiden knocked at the door, smiling when Liezel looked up. “Hey.”

[liezel-loshang]

"Hey." She straightens her back a little and sets the pen she's holding down. "Long time no see." She offers him a smile.

[cineadcho-deactivated20170530]

"No, but I’m sure someone can point me in the correct direction."

[liezel-loshang]

"Okay." She straightens. "See you around." With that, she heads for her room.

[cineadcho-deactivated20170530]

"It’s enjoyable." He began mashing up the potatoes. 

[liezel-loshang]

"Okay. If you need anything... you know where my office is, right?"

[cineadcho-deactivated20170530]

"I’ve been here for about a month."

[liezel-loshang]

"Hm. How do you like it so far?"

[cineadcho-deactivated20170530]

"Tristan. You’re Liezel, right? Jordan told me about you— I think that was his name."

[liezel-loshang]

"I'm Liezel, yes. How long have you been here for?"

[cineadcho-deactivated20170530]

"Probably salt and pepper."

[liezel-loshang]

She snorts and shakes her head. "Oh. There are probably leftovers in the fridge. They're just sort of... there. To take." She shrugs and leans onto the counter a little. "What's your name, now?"

[cineadcho-deactivated20170530]

"Nothing special," he says with a shrug as he begins to wash off the potato. "More than likely just mashed potatoes."

[liezel-loshang]

"Oh." She nods. "Nothing else with that?"

[cineadcho-deactivated20170530]

"Really?" He glances under the sink, and grabs a couple of potatoes from the bag. "Thanks."

[liezel-loshang]

When his back is turned she narrows her eyes in thought. She debates for a second or two about conversing with this person, or just continuing her walk back to her room. The younger man's back straightens, and he produces two potatoes. "What're you making?" She asks, making up her mind.

[cineadcho-deactivated20170530]

He glanced around the large kitchen, trying to locate something— anything that would be good to eat. Ivan opened the fridge before calling out to someone who was in the process of stepping pass the kitchen. “Hey! Do you know if this place has any potatoes?”

[liezel-loshang]

She extends her index finger and points to where she last knew where the potatoes were. "Yes, check under the sink."

[aidenvaduva-blog]

"They serve food too. It’s a bar and grill. We get drinks and have a bite to eat."

[liezel-loshang]

"Sounds great."

[aidenvaduva-blog]

"A new bar just opened up downtown. I hear they have some really clean water and I’m looking to try it out."

[liezel-loshang]

"Sounds good. Do they serve anything else, or is it just a bar?"

[aidenvaduva-blog]

"Sounds like a good life to live. When you’re all done, want to come get a drink with me? I could really use one."

[liezel-loshang]

"Sure. Where are we going for it?"