She laughs, taking another sip from her cup. "I've spent my whole career fielding students who took my classes because they saw my last name. I didn't change my name back, and knew the risk of it," which in its own way, has made everything that's come after easier. This has certainly been the most... notable experience, and the most life-altering, if her current nails indicate anything.

There are worse fates, all things being equal. "Granted, usually that was people hoping to meet Daniel, or get the inside scoop," and now her students lunging over her desk during office hours to try and tun her. She's grateful for Khayman, because Daniel Molloy hadn't exactly done her any favours in that regard. The basic concept seems similar enough.

Now Bonnie believes it when she hears it, and Daniel's book has stirred up a reaction of what people consider fiction or reality, especially with the tour that's happening. A show is still a show even when the world is bordering on ending.

"I'm going to be honest here, I'm surprised you're still," a wave to the hand. "Alive." a beat. "As a whole, I mean, it's not smart to expose everything to the world, you'd think that you'd become leverage at some point regardless." There seems to be a calm before the storm, and it's making the witches nervous. "My friends are telling me that there's no coming back from this one like they did with Twilight." There's a playfulness to her despite the seriousness of the conversation. The darkness looms over head, but Alice doesn't seem like a threat at the moment.

Even if she were to threaten her, it would take a wave to the hand before a spiraling aneurysm would take over the woman's brain.

@14822 // prompt // accepting

"Then we must ask ourselves this: how should a monster appear?" An unfurled hand, all long fingers, gestures his invitation. She knows something of his nature. Armand would hear of hers in turn. "And when should they appear this way? At the first sign of their great evil? Later, perhaps, when the tethers of all that came before unbind?"

That's when the visions became worse as she got older. When she'd begin sleep walking and getting glimpses of the future and when she began seeing memories of other people with just a touch of her hand. Bonnie can't hold back feeling what other people feel, and her magic uses it as an energy source whether she wants to or not. It wasn't until recently that she's dream hopped and basically astral projected into another person's head and it terrified her that this would be her new normal. Twenty three and going crazy, if only her Grams could see her now.

At the appearance of a man, the comment leaves her mouth without meaning to. You don't look like a monster, yet the amber eyes were enough to signal that he wasn't human. She mostly saw eyes like those on werewolves, glowing underneath the full moon and claws scratching at the ground beneath her. He speaks differently, accented, she doesn't quite know where to place him yet.

"That's funny, most of my life seems philosophical by default." She sputters out a laugh, the whole atmosphere around them light, blurred like it wasn't tangible in the slightest. She doesn't know if she's sleeping or wide awake and that's one of the problems that she'll deal with later. This man knows her name, and it feels almost threatening if he wasn't speaking kindly. "Humanity always seems to find its way even if the evil has its jaws around the heroine. There's always introspection whether it's obvious or not." Bonnie shrugs, taking a seat in a pleather reclining chair that she swore wasn't there before.

@14822 paged: "How do you feel about going out for breakfast?"

prompts for characters getting to know each other.

“i don't think you realize how much people notice you.”

“you don't seem particularly trusting. then again, maybe neither am i.”

“you have a habit of appearing at interesting moments.”

“you strike me as someone who trusts their gut. am i wrong?”

“i've noticed you always leave before everyone else.”

“i think you enjoy keeping people guessing.”

“you seem restless.”

“it's strange how you can be surrounded by people and still feel alone.”

“have i ever told you that you're difficult to read?”

“you look like you haven't slept.”

“you know this place well enough that i'm starting to wonder if you've always lived here.”

“do you ever worry about the kind of person you're becoming?”

“i've known a lot of people. none of them were quite like you.”

“i can't decide whether people truly change, or if they just become better at hiding parts of themselves.”

“i had the strangest dream last night. do you remember yours when you wake up?”

“the more i get to know you, the more i keep noticing little similarities between the two of us.”

“i didn't realize you'd remember that.”

“most people seem uncomfortable with silence. i never minded it much.”

“you seem to know more than you're saying.”

“you seem comfortable on your own. i wonder if that's the same thing as never feeling lonely.”

“do you always look this serious?”

“you're easier to talk to than i expected.”

“i've always thought trust is harder to earn than people pretend.”

“you always seem to be watching.”

“i think you've been avoiding me.”

“you're not at all what i thought you would be.”

“whenever i ignore my instincts, i end up regretting it. what about you?”

“i wasn't expecting to run into you again.”

“i can't tell if you're someone who enjoys solitude or just tolerates it.”

“i know it sounds childish, but i can't help believing some people are meant to find one another.”

“you make a terrible liar.”

“you don't strike me as the sort of person people forget.”

“i think people underestimate you.”

“i can't decide whether you're charming or frustrating.”

“i don't think i've seen you smile before.”

“i wasn't sure you'd come.”

“it's a little strange. i think i've started looking forward to seeing you.”

“sometimes i wonder if we ever really know anyone.”

“you're surprisingly good company.”

“i think most people would like to believe they're good. i'm not sure it's always that simple.”

“i think being truly understood is a far rarer thing than people realize.”

“i don't usually tell people this...”