personatus;

"I have a name and you know it, so let’s not play this ‘I’m a super old guy and in a hot guys body, fear me for I am the embodiment of white male supremacy’ card. Just call me Sabrina and if you really fancy a nickname Bri." She sighed, tucking her hair behind her ear with shaky hands.

❝You know, I am sure you have a name -- I just don't care for it, and your description -- while charming, isn't all that off. I'm glad you think so... highly of me ❞ He watched her, falling silent with his head tilted curiously. ❝Why are you shaking? What is wrong with your head, hm?❞

                  “He is dead.”  

❝Stop that!❞

"I guess but they aren’t going to be very happy with you. after all they tried so hard to keep me safe. I do have to admit I admire your ability to skirt around them, wish I could do the same." She looked up into his eyes, wondering if she should fight him or let him take her…both were so tempting. "Oh, I’m flattered but may I ask why me? I’m just the queen shouldn’t you want the king?"

❝ Eh, perks of the trade I guess. I have a nice habit of getting myself into places I... really shouldn't be. ❞ His eyebrows perked, a shrug pulling at his shoulder as though it were no big deal. He wondered how long this game would go on -- if she would just go along... or if there would be a fight. Regardless - he was prepared for the latter. ❝Just the queen. Don't be ridiculous. The king lacks....well -- brains obviously.❞

"I’m..alive. I doesn’t matter. Other people need food more than I do." She swallowed hard as he offered her the piece of sandwich, stomach growling loud much to her dismay. "Why?" She reached for the offering before taking a mall bite out of it, careful to keep an eye on him. "Who are you?"

❝ Ah, so we have a martyr I see. How....cute.. ❞ He looked down to the growl in her stomach, clear as day and laughed as she took the sandwich. ❝ Why not? Food is important, an the name's Zane... you are?. ❞

"It’s alright, I can get a new one. No worries, —"

❝ Don't be ridiculous. I am such a klutz uhh -- let me buy you a new one?. ❞

"You’re annoying. Who are you again?"

❝ Oh, no -- I am sure the word you are looking for is charming. ❞

"Everyone else is with the king trying to find you and here you are. I found you without even looking — they should have let me go…" She stood from her seat, a soft smile on her lips. "May I ask what you’ve come for and maybe I could…help you get it."

❝ Hmm... isn't that a convenient little thing? I wonder why that got the idea I would be anywhere but...  ❞ He stepped closer to her, head cocked to  the side, a smile on his lips rivaling hers, ❝Oh, I thought it was obvious ---- you of course  ❞        

"Zooey? How-" He shook his head, head heavy with countless thoughts of why she was here. "Mikael is dead."

❝No ---- ❞        She stared at him in shock, head shaking just as his was as well.      

"I can take care of myself, I don’t need h-help…from you. Leave.” She shivered, huddling back against the bricks, making herself seem comfortable though it was obvious she was miserable out in the cold.

   ❝ Define taking care of yourself again? When was the last time you ate?❞              He sat himself down next to the girl, offering her  a piece of the sandwich he had 'swiped' from a nearby vendor.                   ❝Eat.❞

❝ Isn't that cute, girl's got spunk.                   Try not to fret little bird - a couple... perhaps. Everyone else seems....                                                        occupied ❞

"If you keep staring at me, I’m going to go crazy."

   There wasn’t much that he could say to her that would  make the situation better — that would make her feel okay. He was madly in love with another person, in a way that he couldn’t love her and he wasn’t sure if he could lie to her. She’d been with him since the beginning always helping, always taking care of him because of his own stupid ability of getting into binds that he couldn’t get back out of. Kenna was his heart, the one person he trusted with everything and he’d done nothing but betray her. “I’m immortal, Kenna. And she wouldn’t kill me, you know that she wouldn’t.” He sighed, his arms holding her tighter. “I — my brothers are taking care of it as best as they can and I think if anything the town is hurting her…”

     They’d searched high and low for a dress appropriate for the occasion though she never thought ‘guest of honor’ would be a title she would ever hold. Sabrina could walk through life with her head held high, confidence came natural for her but it wasn’t unlikely that with something as important as this she felt more nervous than she normally would have been for a party. That was half the reason she was holding so tightly to her new friend’s hand as they walked through the massive double doors in to a sea of tuxes and cocktail dresses and though she had dressed well for this — she couldn’t help but feel under dressed and very much out of place.