Sister to a Supreme.

“You know you love having me around. Not only am I great company, I’m also delicious eye candy.” She ran a hand up her exposed milky thigh to accentuate her point. “And I pay attention to people’s schedules if they can help me rid myself of you, you pain in the ass.”

“Well I think so too, and I think you’re lucky to have someone like me around.” She blew a kiss toward the other and winked, before draining her glass again and setting it back on the table. “Mm, I’ll just have to check back when she’s less busy. You can stay for now though.”

“Mm in most cases no, but I make an exception for you. Isn’t that nice of me?” She smirked lightly, her gaze drifting to the woman’s hair when the other slid a hand through it. “It suits you like that, you know?” She chuckled lightly at her words. “Very unfortunate, I was hoping to return you to sender. Guess I’ll just have to put up with you some more.”

“I don’t think I’ve ever thought much of her, though perhaps it’s because of who I side with.” Dahlia pursed her lips, shaking her head at the dark haired woman. She couldn’t mask the amusement the other brought her though. “Perhaps the devil will consider taking you back, I’m sure she has some sort of return policy? Perhaps a receipt was left with you?”

“I guess I’ve just never gotten along with her, she’s not someone I can imagine myself being on pleasant terms with. If only she was as enjoyable as her sister.” She smirked lightly over at the other woman. “You really are quite the pain the ass, you know? You can be such an absolute little shit.”

“I wish it was you instead of your sister. No offence to you, but she really is quiet insufferable. I hope you don’t mind me saying that.” Dahlia took a sip from her glass before sighing dramatically. “You make things so difficult. Just say something nice and feed my ego.”

“If we both knew the answer, I wouldn’t have asked, would I?” The blonde stated, a light hum falling from her lips. She shook her head at the other, unable to stop the smile that appeared on her lips. “Unnecessary sarcasm, you could just compliment me properly, I don’t think it’d kill you.”

“I think it’s good to rebel sometimes. But what is it you want to be, dear?” She asked, sipping from her glass. She wiped a few stray drops from her lips before smirking. “I can’t tell if you’re being sarcastic or not when you call me sweet. Definitely seems like sarcasm…”

“Well aren’t you just the little rebel? What an exciting little thrill that must be.” She picked her hand up off of her thigh, reaching out for the drink the other had poured. “I’m not exactly the best at making friends, but I suppose I’ll just have to try my best.”

“Mhm, a shame indeed. And i bet it is. The fun is in the chase.” The blonde smirked lightly before draining the rest of the glass before setting it back on the table in front of them. “I hope for the same to be honest. I have no interest of suffering through my death. I would just like it to come and go.”

“Maybe that’s why we never had our fun together, I wasn’t the little mouse that was caught by the big bad cat.” She pouted slightly, though a grin lit her face when she noticed the other’s gaze. She ran a hand over the length of her thigh before settling it over the fabric of the leather skirt she was wearing. “Oh yeah, well that makes sense. What goes around comes around and all that nonsense.”

“That doesn’t surprise me in the least, you’ve always been like that. Though dominance isn’t something that scares me, I’ll meet your eyes without a worry.” The blonde leaned back slightly, crossing a leg over the other. “Well of course. What would we be if we didn’t attract trouble. Trouble hangs around all of us.”

“Unfortunately life is like that sometimes. Not everything can be sunshine and rainbows.” Dahlia smirked against the rim of her glass, her eyes rolling at the other’s words. “And talking back isn’t something you allow? No wonder your reflection gets your attention. Your smirk is nothing but trouble, just like you.” She tutted at her, biting her lip slightly. “That we will.”

“Life has a way of surprising you with outcomes you least expect.” She rolled her eyes at the other with a smirk, moving to tilt her own glass to her lips. “You must have such a fun time kissing your own reflection. But yes, you are indeed gorgeous.” The blonde then shrugged a shoulder. “I think my ability to handle pressure and bad situations is what will keep me alive.”

“Strange, isn’t it? Never thought this would be my life, but here we are.” The blonde tilted her head, smirking over at the other. “Confidence is so delicious on women, I love that. But I suppose you’re right, you are everyone’s type.” She couldn’t help but watch as the other stretched out, her gaze gliding over every inch of the other’s body. “Mm perhaps, but that won’t happen to us. I can feel it.”

“You should be, I find it very hard to tolerate most.” Dahlia rose an eyebrow at the other, her lips pursing slightly. “What makes you so sure you’re my type, hm? You seem very confident in that.” Her gaze flickered to the woman’s legs for a moment before snapping back to her face. “At the moment, yes. But we’re working on that, we’re rebuilding.”

“You’re a wise one though, one I find easy to tolerate.” She shot other a smirk, long fingers sliding through blonde tresses. “If I wanted you to have your way with me, this meeting would be a very different one. It has nothing to do with Serafina, perhaps you’re just not my type.” She winked, a chuckle leaning her lips. “Oh no, the coven I belong to has always been a perfect place for me.”

“Oh then I should be so honoured?” The witch wondered, almost smirking herself and yet wanting to warn the other, something she always did with people, all too afraid of letting people in close to see she had her softer and more playful side at times. “Oh you know full well I’m your type, I can see how you’ve looked at me over the years” she said purposely crossing and uncrossing her legs. “Though I hear it is mostly non-existent?”