Roleplay
Riley Darkchild blew a strand of dyed, alarmingly red hair out of her eyes where she walked in the dark alleway, a chakram in her right hand and a witchlight stone in the other. She was silently scolding herself for going after the pair of demons alone. And why did you do that, Riley? She thought bitterly. Because you cant fucking accept help from others. The tought left her as soon as she saw a boy, or man maybe was the more correct phrase, she wasn’t sure, since she only saw his back. He reminded somewhat of Jace with the blonde hair, but that resemblance disappeared as she got closer. For a second she hesitated before remembering she was glamoured, and started to walk a bit faster, to get past him. Something in the back of her mind itched as she came up beside him. Was he waiting for somebody, here?














