✦ Unprompted and/or Plotted Asks ( Or from A Meme Pom Can't Find ) ✦
❥ @ofvcrpalandpcems / @mcnthofdarkness asked:
"You really shouldn't be out this late lil lady, Gentilly ain't too kind to those who wander too far out, and you Cher, you ain't from Gentilly." The vampire hunter studied the woman intently. "You's gon' need an escort back to... the Garden District." River explained gently, retrieving her stake from the pile of ash at their feet. - for Charlotte La Bouff, from River
God forbid her try to be an independent woman for a change— Tiana got to go on a little adventure, so why couldn't she? …But maybe she should've decided to go out at a better time of day. Voodoo masters and shadow men were one thing, but vampires were another.
Seriously?! Vampires?! Dang it, Tia got turned into a blasted frog and poor Lottie nearly gets attacked by a blood sucker! Big daddy didn't tell her about any of these sorts of dangers lurking about!
The blonde, at first, looked bewildered by the sight. This woman had literally staked the vampire with ease, like it was her whole career! For all she knew, it probably was, but that wasn't the point. Never in her life, Lottie had never seen such a thing. In one hand, yes, she was saved, but in the other? Gosh, night terrors really do exist.
Sapphire eyes moved up from the pile of ash, hands wiping down her pink dress' skirt, ❝Can't blame a girl for wantin' some sort'a adventure,❞ Not this kind, Lottie. She attempts to speak in her natural, jovial tone, but you can practically hear her nerves laced with every word, ❝But, um… thank you for savin' me. I wasn't expectin' anythin' like this out here,❞ Her brows creased, head turning to look around. Gosh, in the day, everything was so bright and vibrant, but at night, it almost seemed like some sort of ghost town you'd read about in scary story books. ❝The… um… Garden District?❞ The blonde practically asks, almost a plead, as her head turns back to the taller woman, ❝I don't have an escort, suga',❞ After all, she did decide to sneak out for a change… not her best idea, ❝I know ya' probably have more of those… nasties… to hunt an' all, but would ya' mind pointin' me in the right direction?❞ And cue a flutter of her long lashes, just to add some effect. She's got all sorts of questions to ask her dear old father once she returns.