If Elvyra really sat down and gave it enough thought, she’d realize her instincts had always been off, even as a child. She’d run headfirst toward danger, bored to death by the ordinary. She didn’t want ‘safe.’ Didn’t even want ‘content.’ She lived in extremes, curious to a fault and always testing boundaries desperately searching for more, more, more. Perhaps that was how she’d stumbled upon vampires in the first place. The voice that should’ve whispered in her ear ‘go! run!’ didn’t seem to exist. Instead, a different voice--a louder one, impossible to ignore--urged her closer, beckoning her with promises of adventure. Excitement. The devil on her shoulder had gotten her into more trouble than she cared to admit, yet she couldn’t seem to stop.
Her boredom would turn from a small, nagging itch to something with claws, crawling around in her skin, begging to escape. She’d let it go for too long now and before she could make a conscious decision, her feet switched directions of their own accord, a smile already pulling at her lips. He wouldn’t be expecting her--the last he’d heard, she’d left town a few years ago and, while there’d been whispers of her return, she didn’t think word traveled quite that fast. Or that he even bothered with the gossip. The prospect of seeing his reaction for herself was irresistible as ever.
The doors to the Wolf’s Eye were upon her and just as quickly, she was through, breezing past the patrons and perching herself at the bar nearest his turned back. It was a risky move, ambushing him here--entirely reliant on the fact that they were in public, surrounded by humans and the supernatural alike, and that she knew him to be generally uncomfortable and annoyed by undue attention. He wouldn’t cause a scene. Would he? But before she had the chance to second guess herself he finally turned and her smile turned feline. “Hello, Beck.” @fvlsewaves
