@fameplagued
at first-- she’d been excited to lose herself in the din of the party. the air is thick with sex and the heady stench of weed. it’d be enough to make her blush if she wasn’t tipsy. she isn’t sure how she ends up dancing with him, but he’s good--and it’s fun. exciting-- new.
she can feel the heat of his breath dancing along her skin-- and though the alcohol had dampened her senses, and worn down her guard, he was too close for her not to know what he is and what he wants. the sensory vision washes over her in waves--and she can almost taste her own blood in her mouth. it sobers the innocent little witch up quickly.
“you know, you really-- should be careful who you try to have for dinner...” the soft, dreamy lilt of her voice does little to disguise the steel in her voice-- the irritation at almost having been dinner. “it’s rude, not to ask-- you know?” the little laveau turns to face him, unfurling her magic, until it’s energy--and vibrancy fills the room. he wasn’t the only one with a secret. “maman was right-- vampires have no manners.” a swish of her hand sends him crashing into the unsuspecting couple next to them. “oops--excuse moi.” she extends her hand to help him up. “i’m sorry-- didn’t mean for you to fall. still-- you are a little less eager to drink now, right? that was the point.” an impish smile spreads across her lips. “hello. i’m lilou.”















