❝ fuck .ᐟ ❞ spat into the cool of late evening, almost midnight. ❝ can you believe that asshole ? ❞ followed by dull jangle of loose bracelets encircling her wrists, splendid silver against bronze skin. brisk pace winds down as they reach a lamp’s halo illuminating nearby street corner. femme’s side eye glares briefly at the club they’d just been thrown from a block down, huff escaping shimmery lips.
❝ so much for a fun night out . 'm sorry, babes . ❞ apologetic gaze is shot in their direction now, akin to scolded puppy dog. streaks of blood dot her lower lip, cut from own fangs in attempt to soothe temper. things would’ve spiraled if she’d actually had hands raised against her, but thankfully, the friend she’d made was all talk.
and had gotten way too close to her date, for wolf’s comfort. ever heard of personal space, dipshit?
❝ thanks for calming me down . ❞ it wasn’t fair cedes had let her beast take control of their evening. she owes them. ❝ what d'ya feel up to ? happy to treat you, if you're not ready to call it a night ? ❞ please don’t be …
♱ OPEN STARTER !!