A tongue like poison.

"I didn’t realize that I could still do this after Warlow." Sookie mused out loud, unaware that there was a set of eyes on her. Shame. She was particularly good at spotting when others were around, on account of her telepathy. Maybe she had turned the switch off or maybe they weren’t human enough for her to hear them.

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         "Who's Warlow?" 

{ Perhaps she shouldn't have been  listening? ——- but it was hard when  seeing the blonde talking to herself.  A perfectly sculpted brow came to  raise, pale lips forming into a smirk  of sorts when seeing that ball of light forming from the palms of her hands. }

   ”Pete—Peter.”

    He keeps his eyes on the strange little train-table between them. Journeys like this are stressful for him - his previous social carers would never have let him travel alone, but this one is…different.

        So here he is. Waiting. Trying to make sure he doesn’t get distracted and miss his stop, even though he knows he still has some time to wait. With an intake of breath his head twitches up to look at the woman, just for a moment, before dropping back down. 

     ”Who are—you?”

{ He seems —— nervous.  Her blue orbs focus on him,  expression remaining neutral as he spoke to her. } 

        "Peter? How lovely it is to meet you.           I'm Gene ——- Geneviéve." 

ice breaker meme’s.