prudntia:
❝ i have no desire to disrupt the magic or the balance here. ❞ prudence confessed, her body leaned against the door frame as she wiped away sweat from her brow. when her words had ceased she began to study the room carefully—one must always be cautious in the domain of another, especially one she does not often get to encounter.
❝ i am looking for a man who goes by the name of faustus blackwood—if you have any information regarding his whereabouts i would very much like to know. ❞ / @fearror / elijah — sc
𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇 𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐀𝐂𝐇, 𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐉𝐀𝐇 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐋𝐘 𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐀𝐓 𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐕𝐈𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐎𝐑 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐍𝐎 𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄. ironic as it was for one who was so long-lived, he grew tired of seeing the same old faces. he took no care in hiding the interest lining the quirk of his brow. he watched as she examined the empty bar, and chuckled lightly to himself. ❛ you’ve caught me quite alone. though i do suggest you bring yourself fully inside and shut the door behind you. ❜ there was a hint of urgency to his tone. ❛ i can only assume you’ve come across none of your own, otherwise they’d have warned you of how dangerous a time it is for witches around here. ❜ he took care in looking her over, gathering what detail he could. the fact of her being a witch was not lost on him, just as him being a vampire was apparent to her.
elijah wore a small yet playful smirk and his tone matched it perfectly, though despite appearances he pondered the name given to him beneath his surfaces. ❛ faustus blackwood, ❜ he repeats at last, his tongue clicking softly as a finger stroked his chin. ❛ i’m afraid the name is unfamiliar to me, that however need not remain the case. for, you see, i have a very special relationship with this city, and if such information exists, i could get it to you rather quickly, miss..? ❜
