— 𝐌. | HERE IS HOW SHE SEES IT, THE UTTER AND COMPLETE SUMMATION OF THEM: they are a dual - sided coin, a rusted penny with one side showing the halo of him, the other a smear of red and red and red. they are almost tethered in this humanity, or lack thereof, though the Saint ( ! ) wishes to horde it for herself. he is good at playing savior. it makes her stomach clench, her heart harden.
the others had caught her by surprise, blindsided her quick as they ever had the chance to. THEIR SOUNDS CAME AFTER THE ATTACK: from the back of the store, the ground grumbled fiercely, an angry noise that made the air run hot, books and china finding the floor at once. the door rattled and threatened to remove itself. from the front of the store... a crater had been formed from glass and stone. debris fell to the floor like snow and produce was chunked, wet and bloody, splattered against the walls. from her office, still safe, still hidden.... the woman had heard boot steps on her linoleum floor.
SHE CALLS HIM, A QUICK I need your help..., AS IF HE WERE THE LAST OLD FORM ON THIS EARTH... for once, she is glad that he lives so nearby. it is evident when he arrives: there is yelling, a quick scuffle, and silence. the vampiristic woman emerges from her office and sees fresh prey, the disrepair of her shop, and anger wells in her like a spout. she reaches downwards, and her savior grabs her wrist, drags her from the scene.
❝ i need to see – Henry, let go – ❞ says she, syllables broken by his movements; the brightness of storefront is traded for the dim streetlamp of night, his movements through the alleyway pointed, direct: he means for them to leave, to take refuge elsewhere. the woman begins to resist his plan, this action.
her savior ( @entheosis ) glances back at her, sighs something heavy. You were the one who called me... [ THE REPLY: WELL NOW I REGRET IT. ] “ i do not have time for this. you can be angry at me later, you can scream and rage at me when you’re not in danger anymore. " ... the Saint holds back a laugh, bitterness in her throat. Her canines sharpen themselves to a point.
❝ UNLESS YOU ARE PLANNING ON TELLING ME YOUR IDEA, I DO NOT THINK THE DANGER WILL GO AWAY. ❞ the woman replies with a sharp anger, annoyance stiff in her throat, despite the wry smirk against her red mouth. she digs her heels into the ground, far as they will remain. ❝ i want to see which one of my lovely peers tried to kill me this time. i want to separate the bones from their skin. ❞
