An average amount of heat fused to the supposedly chilly air of this October night, there was no need for layers of clothes to combat the cold. Evident as it is, the flock of people strolling their way out of the gates felt refreshed as the wind hit their skin, some even taking a lungful of the warm breeze. The parade of the young humans scattered, loitering in a jolly, festive mood did pass through her, in simple jeans, sweatshirt and a cap shadowing the beauty that was hers.
The atmosphere was high, she deemed the cause as the students being excited by holidays nearing by, and with each giggle, chuckle or even mere smile she'd see or hear, an urge was clawing desperately at the edges of her humanity - the beast calling out to deter the former from the self-control she had learn to master bit by bit. A, A, AB, O, B, B, AB, she recognized the smell one by one as they pass, each distinctive scent lingered to entice the aching thirst. Noxious hands, she rubbed the palms of both together in an attempt to shun away the thoughts of devouring an army of young blood. It always takes a couple of deep breathes, proper concentration, and deviation of thoughts to another to surpass the said inclination. And it did - after a few seconds of deep breathing with eyes closed, and at the familiar scent of her favorite.
He stood out among them. A tall figure weaving through the crowd of students exiting the gates. The only blonde among the sea of raven heads. His brisk strides almost mimicked hers, though mainly it is for the reason of his long legs and men being a natural fast walkers, or perhaps a habit he had just grown - perhaps running most of the time? It was easy to deduce.
She emerged from the darkness where she hid, inviting herself as company, walking adjacent to him, and he did not mind stopping. "Took you so long out, Skylar." Hands tucked on her side pockets, she took a quick glance - the slight imperfection on his cheek, then down to the.. oh, he hid it well - turtleneck. The image of her marks on his pale, porcelain skin created an alluring picture in her mind instead. Lorraine, aside from himself, wasn't definitely one whom he could hide his scar - which will be turned fresh once more.
There's about a thousand and one things that Ren wants to do. One of them is to reconnect with all those who were once dear to her, but she lost touch with them due to circumstances. Not in the sense of a death circumstance, since many of her friends have either moved away, are under witness protection programs and she's not allowed to reach them, or other types of circumstances.
♟ for something my muse admires
She admires the strong. Those who can pick themselves up from the ashes. Enough said.
He pursed his lips as he mulled over the answer. "Well, I suppose there are a lot of rational things that any person would be afraid of..." He began. "But I assume you're looking for something that ins't mundane and with that my answer will be silence. Silence can be quite a terrifying thing."
