@hearteateremma cont.
Emma smirked at the question as she licked a trickle of blood from her finger. "Well not exactly," she gave a wink.
Marisa was always a mix of emotions, fear sometimes one of them, but her curiosity always outweighed it. Thinking of possibility, of potential, always shut out any feelings of being frightened. The other was smirking, so a smile was brought to Marisa’s lips. Her eyes portrayed not fear, but intrigue. People covered in someone else’s blood were dangers, yes, but they could also be useful in the right situation. They were very likely willing to kill, and to Marisa, that was valuable.
“Blood of anyone important?” she asked softly.













