[wiitchette]

“... mon amor, you’re saying you hunted those like me and delivered them to that company? Alive?”

Clicking her tongue, she pinched the bridge of her nose. She wasn’t angry with him, but she knew the world of the supernatural and that of the humans should never mix beyond what it had. True, she was being hypocritical. She was in a relationship with a human, one that evidently could have done her in had they met years prior if he had the order.

“I can only imagine things will gradually become worse. Mon dieu, I am afraid.” Eyes drifted towards the silver box she took everywhere, sat on the table before them. Her most treasured artifact; the mirror. “... if you can remember names, perhaps you could ask them yourself what has happened to them. So long as they are dead, of course, you shall find an answer. The dead are more reliable than any book in the world.”

[wiitchette]

Asha never understood why he’d chose to hide things from her. It only ate away at her more, made her worry and concerned that something bad would happen. If it was just work, what was the big deal?

“You’re confusing. Must be an American thing; like the big, tough, secret agent sort of situation.” She chuckled, head resting against him, “You don’t have to do everything on your own, and I’m perfectly capable of keeping myself safe. I could look into your eyes and make your brain boil in its on fluid. Wouldn’t have to lift a finger.”

She couldn’t think of a situation where she could ever do that, not even if he broke her heart, but Asha had always been the baby sister and daughter figure, even if she was technically the oldest of her siblings. It always got under her skin to feel like she had to be protected.

“But, lover, I did not make the mistake of taking money and not knowing what exactly what I am doing for it. I cannot and do not fault you for your discretion, but you’ve chosen an odd time to begin to care. The blood is already on your hands; at least allow me to help you clean them.”

[wiitchette]

“You are...” A cup of tea, chai, appeared in her hands, and after bowing on the steam, she took a long sip, “... full of it. Know that I’m on to you and I always find what I’m looking for.”

Stirring the tea, she crossed her legs, the television snapping on with the promised show. Mere background noise for her inevitable pouting. Lips pursed, and she avoided looking at him, huffing a dramatic sigh. She was her mother’s daughter, after all.

“You know, I would trust you with even the smallest little thing. No limits here. But I guess I’m just not special enough, huh?”

[wiitchette]

“You can’t hide things from me.” Asha playfully tapped the side of her head, eyes turning back to trace over every last sterile piece of paper, absorbing very little, but not so foolish to just take his word for it. “You are... one of the least sentimental people I know, mon amor.”

Getting up to settle on the couch, sinking into a cozy corner of pillows, she patted next to her. She determined that she was, in fact, tired, and would perhaps doze off. Naturally she wanted him beside her if and when that happened.

“Don’t let the babyface fool you. I’m very perceptive.” She proclaimed, legs outstretched, “And you can trust me with anything that’s on your mind.”

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[lostgirll666]

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[wiitchette]

Asha could easily feel the tension that plagued Creed, and even though it broke her heart, she knew it had been a choice he was content with. All she could do was be supportive and try to help him as best as she could.

Even if it meant making him pancakes and coffee at three in the morning when he had things to do.

She peeked around him, eyes aflutter as they scanned over the papers and folders, giving him one last squeeze before moving closer to the table. Sitting down on the floor, she fingered through a couple sheets, head tilting at some of the words on the pages.

“I had a feeling something was going on with you. Nap ruined.” A hand reached over to one of the mugs, the cup refilling with hot coffee in her hand as she extended it up to him. “So... what are we working on tonight ?”

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@forhiire

“Really? And people are paying you and trusting you to identify a hit?” She giggles, hands sliding down to wrap around him in a warm, greedy embrace. Head resting against his back, the scent of gunpowder overpowered his cologne, something she’d grown used to and even become quite fond of.

No matter that the cologne was overpriced and from France.

“I’m going to have to confiscate your license, mon amor, until you can recognize your own girlfriend.”

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[wiitchette]

@forhiire

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vanessahudgens: Not the comfiest seat but got the pic lol

[pxrfectillxsion]

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Why you looking at me now? why you looking at me again? What if I pulled my teeth? cut my hair underneath my chin Wrap my curls all around the world, throw my pearls all across the floor Feeling my beat like a sniper girl, cause I want it more.

[wiitchette]

@grvntcd

“You flatter me, madame.” Fingers combed through a tousled black bob, smile beaming ear to ear. The epitome of kindness, Asha stayed quite humble, not one to compare herself to her mother or any other magic users.

“Perhaps. Some things occur more naturally, I suppose. But what manner of being are you, my new friend?”

[wiitchette]

{ ashas got a lil mirror she can use to see/speak to the dead with 

and if ur nice

maybe she’ll share }