It's all a game.

Fiamma Barriera. Eighteen year old ex-witch, born and raised in Portugal before falling victim to Île Des Damnés and The Chateau. God-fearing,  but naturally built for sin. ♢

[sweet-facadex]

[anon-x-anon-deactivated20160527]

"So I simply imagined the hushed mumble as I walked by?"

[sweet-facadex]

"Probably not, it just wasn't me that said anything."

[sweet-facadex]

"I didn't... I didn't say anything."

[jackson-reedrp]

......

I think I need a drink

[sweet-facadex]

"I've never... drank before, but it wouldn't be the worst thing."

[alpha-marcus-glaber]

I'm in the mood for something,

[sweet-facadex]

"A-are you sure you wouldn't prefer someone else?"

[mercy-phillips-deactivated20170]

If we hadn’t met here, odds are we never would have. Somehow, I doubt we ran with the same crowds. 

[sweet-facadex]

"That's very true. But this is still the least favored place." She offered the hunter a small smile.

[melrose-charlestonrp]

"There is every shame in it for a real witch." Melrose pursed her lips, “But now that I say it, I can see your point.” It had been a while since Melrose’d allowed herself to be in the presence of a witch slave. Their blood called to the hunger nestled deep in her belly, but they had no way to protect themselves against it. She’d already had to pay for two witches in as many months and was loathed to drain her pockets further. But there was no harm in speaking to one was there?

"Fiamma," she tested the word on her tongue. “Is that Portuguese?”

[sweet-facadex]

She nodded her head. Perhaps her real father would have freaked out to hear her say such words, but her father, the man she knew, the man who raised her--- he'd be happy. He didn't want that for her. Eden had been meant to help her. How wrong they were.

"It is..." Her eyes looked back towards the vampire, "That's where my home is. Porto."

[mercy-phillips-deactivated20170]

[Her wry smile grows gradually until it develops into a small laugh] I’m fucking with you. Seriously, I gave up on being sensitive a long time ago. I’ve been judged for being born a hunter all my life- I never expect any different. 

But yeah, I just got in. 

[sweet-facadex]

"I'm still... sorry..." Her voice was a light whisper. "Oh! So you're brand new. A shame we had to meet here." She was pretty, outspoken... sort of reminded her of an old friend.

[elena-ligonier]

No you aren’t.

[sweet-facadex]

The witch watched him for a moment before turning her head.

[elena-ligonier]

Why you’re so fucking irritating.

[sweet-facadex]

"I'm sorry if I annoyed you."

[elena-ligonier]

Surprisingly…you were even more dull than I thought. Conversation not your strong suit?

[sweet-facadex]

"I'm sorry, Sir. What is it you want to know?

[comedicwerewolf-deactivated2014]

Maybe I’m just not hip enough anymore. Too old for the new, hip slang.

[sweet-facadex]

Fiamma laughed, softly shaking her head, "I think you can pass on that one. It's stupid. Sort of like... 'YOLO', you know?"

[comedicwerewolf-deactivated2014]

Why didn’t they just say that?

[sweet-facadex]

"I don't really know. One is just as bad as the other; in sounding and meaning."

[spenccerhastings]

[cody-winters-deactivated2015041]

Sometimes I wonder...

Does blood even taste good?

[sweet-facadex]

"I'd say to ask someone... but that probably wouldn't be very smart." She smiled, looking to her friend outside the cell.

[bluexeyedxthief]

What's a girl gotta do for a slice around here?

[sweet-facadex]

"Things you would probably rather not do."

[comedicwerewolf-deactivated2014]

I got called ratchet today. I don’t even know what that means.

[sweet-facadex]

"That... you're trashy?"