it’s a bold move. that is, leaving an arguably okay spot in search for some fresh air when her patience for all this begins to wear thin. the problem isn’t sitting still in one place, but the place itself that almost suffocates the vampire. the underlying scent of blood in the air isn’t the only thing suffocating her, of course. weaving through the crowd and shoving away anyone who gets too close, she ends up in a somewhat less crowded area of the church, upstairs by the stained glass. finally. ‘ for fuck’s sake, ’ carmilla almost snarls when she senses an unwanted presence interrupting her, crimson eyes already defaulted into a glare when she turns around. ‘ i will rip out your — ’ she pauses when she recognises him. the one person she’s been trying to avoid the whole night. ‘ oh, it’s you. ’ she deadpans, disappointment clear in her tone since she was looking forward to ripping someone’s heart out as a means to vent out her annoyance. unfortunately, she’s already done that to the man before her. — @sagabites.