ย ย ย ย ย lights out.ย panic, excitement, and cheap alcohol zingย through the air something delicious, but suwon hasnโt lasted centuries walking this earth to become distracted by the sound of a few thrumming, frantic heartbeats and pumping blood.ย ย he kicks back at a table in the very center of the room and grins as he soaks in the flavor of the room.ย a sommelier at a tasting.ย a florist with a bouquet.ย ย
ย ย ย ย ย the leecher doesnโt fit in.ย he noticed her as soon as they stepped in this hazy, black-lit dive where thereโs more beer to be found on the floor than in a glass.ย suwon feelsย her scrutiny on his skin and preens at being studied so closely.ย loves the caress of a set of eyes, even if itโs a muttโs.ย he hasnโt so much as glanced her wayย but he knows the scent in the air as hers.ย cherry.ย a daring little darling.ย who else?ย he doesnโt mind making her wait.ย after all, heโs here on business.ย as if on cue, the body slumped across from where suwonโs sitting pretty slides a folded piece of paper across the table, hands shaking.ย suwon tastes their nerves in the air.ย ย โthank you for your help,โ suwon purrs with a smile, eyes so blue against a brief flash of light as he takes the note.ย stows it away, safe in a pocket.ย thunder rattles the windows and after a clap of lightning, the lights cut to black.ย suwon makes his leave.
ย ย ย ย ย โnosy thing, arenโt you?โย suwon whispers close to her ear.ย difficult, considering her deathtrap shoes, but he makes do.ย suwonโs pulling back the next breath.ย sheโs no wallflower.ย once heโs sure he has her attention again, suwon quirks a brow and tilts his chin,ย โdidnโt your mother ever teach you to mind your own business?ย or are manners too civil for your breed?โ
Guessing at more than she knows has never been her strong suit. Functioning off of less than half of the information is borderline impossible, like askingย to fail, like being aware sheโs going to fall short, but being unable to stop it as well. Cards held close to her chest, her posture stiffens noticeably at the whisper, as dangerous as it is low, and far too close to her to be anything but displaced air. Stifling a shiver that threatens to wrack through her body, Cherry tries to suppress her own instincts to lash out, knowing that it would end only in more bloodshed than they can afford at this time, in this place. They should both know that, despite her tailing him tonight, and despite the way that he speaks to her in that tone.ย
โSometimes.โ She allows it, conceding to his point on her sticking her nose into other peoplesโ business, and not particularly caring what he thinks of it. Forcing her movements into something slow, something deliberate, she turns about to face him in the darkness. Arms fold over her chest not defensively, but with a confidence that she knows she exudes despite being caught slightly off-guard.ย โFunny that youย should speak of civility --- this is my bubble, and thatโs yours, okay? The most basic of manners dictate that you should remain in yours exclusively.โ
Of course, it wouldnโt be the first time sheโs been close to a vampire without only the promise of violence to steer her, and a little smirk turns up the corners of red-painted lips as she considers him, canting her head to the side. Wild dark hair stirs in the soft breeze, stifling heat causing sweat to stick her baby hairs to her forehead, though she tries to ignore it as best as she can. Tries not to let it touch her. Perhaps sheโs a bit frayed around the edges already.ย โUnless youโre looking for something other than to wring my neck, of course...โ She arches an eyebrow, amusement glinting in her dark eyes, catching the street lights that flicker back on.