She didn’t have to look up to see who it was that was in front of her. His smell had still be familiar to her even after half a year. Even if it wasn’t that, his magic dark and fire had made it crystal clear. Vivian knew that she could only avoid him for so long. Corinth isn’t exactly the largest of places to live in. The witch supposed that she could even take how long she avoided Damien as a small success. What happened with Calida had told her that her slowly allowing herself to trust Damien had been a strong lack in judgement on her part. Genasi only wanted for themselves. Her heart was heavy in her chest even after all these months because so so badly wanted to trust him and to believe that the sparks of the friendship had been anything more than a nineteen year old witch being foolish with her feelings and emotions. She was drawing a new tattoo design in her notebook and her eyes remained on it. Vivian debated if she wanted to break her six months of silence towards him. Words were running through her mind of all the things she could say. “My silence wasn’t clear enough for you, Damien?” That was all she managed. There was a bite to her tone and a shortness to her words. But to someone who knew her well enough, it was clearly more out of raw hurt than anger.
@fire-blooded