#poor umbra

[mace-likes-dbz]

I wonder what would make him cry

[house-of-void]

A special treat for this one. The witch appeared from nowhere, slipping from the crowd to walk beside the woman that safeguarded her some odd nights ago. Patiently she awaited the other to notice her presence, only then did she lift a toffee apple, one dyed black. It's offered to the woman upon a stick.

"A treat for a treat, lovely." Mortem smirked as she tilted her body to lean a touch closer to the woman. "I'll be in the same place as before to dance beneath the moonlight. I invite you to join me." There's a beat of silence as amusement crept over her as she glanced over the other. "Clothing is optional." And then she's gone. Disappearing into the crowd as if she had been a figment of Umbra's imagination all along. Except the candy apple was evidence otherwise.

Umbra noticed the other woman pretty quick, she had an aura about her that made the redhead's skin crawl. The gift of the apple caught her off guard, speechless as the dark eyed woman spoke.

"Huh, ah... same... place?"

What was it with this woman that always seemed to leave her mind empty when she stared into her eyes?

That is, until that last statement.

"O-Optional?!" there she went, dark plum hair disappearing in the crowd "hey! Miss... huh..."

She didn't even know her name. At least... she had a candy apple.