@nylalucas
Domino treaded lightly across the grass of the graveyard. She wasn’t happy about this but she had no choice. This was the preferred meet up location of her client, and since beggars can’t be choosers she settled for walking through it with a face of contempt.
After years of knowing Nyla, Dom could’ve guessed she’d end up here. The woman was nothing like anyone she had ever encountered. She was willfully uncomfortable to be around with a proclivity for chaos that matched her zeal for death. She teetered between the personality types of a true and chaotic neutral, which made her one of Dom’s last resorts. She was too unconventional and too unconcerned with being conventional that she seemed unpredictable all together. Though Dom would never expect the younger woman to do anything just for the evilness of it, she didn’t exactly expect the woman to value anyone’s comfort above her own--hence the reason why it was one A.M. and Dom was weaving through headstones like an obstacle course. She heard the nearby sound of feet and sounded off in irritation.
“Look I’m not doing this creepy shit with you today okay?” She turned to where she thought the sound was coming from. “Now c’mon, c’mon, bring your ass out.”
