closed starter ; deandre adeyemi
with adelaide desrosiers @ near build-a-ghoul ( @mystvcs )
DeAndre didn’t make a habit out of caring about people. That was, until twenty-ish years ago, when the half-demon discovered that the woman he had to thank for his witch heritage, was still alive and kicking. Yes, because calling Orisa ‘mother’ seemed too heavy, too affectionate and it brought forth an odd feeling to his chest, so, De refrained from doing so. Even after twenty years with her warmth and motherly ways. He’d seen the younger woman coming and going from Build-a-Ghoul and sure, he would’ve loved to be up close and personal with Adelaide, but opportunity never presented itself. Until that morning.
She seemed distracted enough not to have noticed something falling off her bag, which, the warlock picked it up and in a swift motion, teleported to the corner ahead of her path. He leaned against the wall of one of the stores and smirked at her. “ Lost something, little nymph? "