witch of new york

      he hadn’t exactly wanted to show up for coffee when hannah invited him, but, given that it was hannah he couldn’t particularly say no. she deserved more than that after he’d just up and left, and it’s why he comes walking up despite looking very tired and like he’d just rolled out of bed. ( though to be fair, he had ). hayden settles himself in the seat across from her, hands folding on the table, metallic fingers tapping against the smooth wood almost nervously.

    ‘ well that’s what we do, isn’t it? ’  she asks,  a smile gracing her lips as she brushes a few loose strands of hair from her face.  ‘ we stay up late.  all the time. ’

She believed, of course … because without something to believe in, life would be intolerable.

Nothing more attractive than someone with passion for something, who looks at things positively and is always seeking to better themselves.