#;; mal

[icedcvffees]

noah says, " who said anything about handing it over ?? "

" oh, c'mon man — i even returned that pocket knife you mistakenly brought to the theater the other month. any other security guard would've pocketed that in a second. you totally owe me one still. " mal's grinning all the same, leaning on the table between them and holding out his palm, brows raised expectantly at noah. " now, don't be shy — hand over the damning evidence. i want to see this. " // @suns0ng

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SC. | @witcherblooded​

“What’s the matter ? BEAST got your tongue ?” 

BURNING emerald eyes graze over his looming form standing before her, plump lips dripping RED from her feast that he interrupted so rudely. She had caught wind that a Witcher would be travelling down her way but she never thought the White Wolf would ever actually get close enough to find her cozy little cave. Must’ve been her noisy meal, the bastard was a screamer; funny how he screamed and demanded to be saved when he had hurt COUNTLESS women back in his village. She’ll never fully understand human’s, quite frankly she could care less for them, seeing how they treat each other.

She takes a step forward, head having to tilt up to look at him, cocking to the side thoughtfully as her aggressive side calms down, eyes returning to their normal green shade, gold flecks shimmering ever so faintly within the color. Arm’s fold against her chest, sighing as she unashamedly lick’s her lips clean with a hum.

“What’s a SNOWMAN like you walking these part’s alone ? Searching for a kill ? A contract ?”