The roots appeared faster then the demon had time to react, catching him off guard, tough skin really only held off against so much before the thorns tore through. But it seemed to end nearly as quickly as it had started; and then, a hand.
Glasses took note of the hands particular color and especially the sigil before begrudgingly accepting it. “T’s nothin’.” He grumbled, the wounds would actually heal rather quickly, but his clothes would be stuck torn and bloodied.
“They’ll heal.” Okay so the demon couldn’t help but be mad, this was a stranger after all and it was his usual reaction-
London always made sure to make note of ones word once the help was pushed aside, he brought his hands back and gently put his arms over his chest. Then cupping his chin, he admired the aesthetic aspects before him.
The vampire couldnt help but smirk to himself, taking note of the aroma as it overcame again as the distraction of a fly. He’d always favor the fragrance of blood, nature beckoned. But with age came discipline. besides, ringed horns that curved inward.... a creature of such obscurity.... London was far too interested already....
Sharp eyes watched, momentarily lost in his thoughts and convincing himself not to bombard the demon with too many questions already. Hasn’t even known the stranger for 4 minutes and already feels himself getting chatty....
He smirked again, then threw a serious facade as he gave a slight tilt of the head. His mind drew a blank.
“ --oh. yes. you were following me..... why ? ‘
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