fear cuts deeper than swords

"Hardly," she responded, raising a brow and pausing behind the girl. She hadn't been purposely following her, just going to same direction. Her voice had even somewhat startled Grace as she hadn't expected her to say anything. "I'm barely in the shadows."

Do you need something or are you just standing there for fun?

Standing here for fun.

Ever was more than amused to see the two people shrink away from her physically. She always liked feeling dominant over people and it occurred quite often that people did actually see her as intimidating. As a redhead nearby thought it was necessary to poke her nose into what was going on, she shifted her attention towards her, narrowing her eyes as she let them roam the girl from head to toe. “Oh, and you would know, right? They were being pretty damn loud, actually. They were sitting next to me, after all,” she smirked, crossing her eyes as she shifted her weight to have a better view of her new encounter. 

"They were whispering." Grace replied, confused. In no way, shape, or form was she purposely defending the strangers, but didn't understand the volume at which the blonde was talking about. "Do you have really good ears or are you just incredibly irritable?" she asked, folding her arms in front of her across her chest. Increased hearing was an effect of being something other than human, and she knew that-- which was the main reason she hadn't walked away yet.

"Seeing as I am not psychic, I do not think that I should be expected to know why the girl has decided to fake her orgasms. Therefore, the question is unanswerable. I answered the ones I knew."

"You don't seem to know a lot. It's a good thing none of that was vital information that I needed  to know."

    “Who says he was a boy? Okay, he was. But anyway. Gracie, I will have faith on boys until I actually get my heart broken by one of them. The closest I have gotten to a love story was through books, movies and TV shows.”

"I know you, that's how I know it was a boy. I'm sure that won't take too long. A boy has never broken my heart, as I've always been the one breaking them, but we're not the same. Pull your head out of your fantasy world and look around-- I admire your cuteness, but calling random strangers the love of your life is a poor place to start, Amara."

"I’m not cold." She stated bluntly." Because I can be." She smiled and started making her way towards the direction of her sire. 

Grace squinted, crossing her arms and snatching the coat back. "You do realize you're still naked, right?"

I like to do it when they least expect it, or when I’ve finally gotten them where I want them—when one is most vulnerable.

Hm. I guess that's also an option.

Charlotte lifted her gaze from her cup to look at the person who just sat opposite her. Raising her eyebrow at them, she unwrapped her hands from the cup and stared the person in the eye. “Your reason for being here is?”

"It was either this table, or the one next to us with a man who smells worse than a wet dog. With the way he's especially dressed, I didn't want to take the chance." she said quickly, folding her hands on the table. Grace took a sip of her coffee and shrugged, resting it back in front of her.

Ever did her best to ignore the noise that was bubbling up around her, eyes fixed on her book as if to convince herself that she could even consent rate on the words, before finally giving up and turning to snap at the closest person near by. “You people should seriously learn to shut up.” The annoyance was evident in her voice.

Grace had her hands held behind her back, walking through the book store and keeping her eyes out for the out of place grimoire that might have appeared in the store. New Orleans was a hotspot for the supernatural, and it only seemed logical that every now and then, a spellbook was to pop up on the shelves. Her attention snapped to a blonde a few feet away, raising her voice at a couple people who were whispering. "They weren't even being that loud," she commented, spinning around the face the girl.

Could you either be so nice and enlighten me as to why you’re staring at me like that or just, you know, stop it, immediately.

I'm not nice so I guess I won't do that.

"… Oop?" Luna became more aware of her surrounding. 

"You ask a lot of questions that don’t really have an answer. I’ve talked to the landlord. You can understand I don’t really want to walk in and - interrupt."

"That's because you don't have an answer. The landlord won't do shit. You close your eyes, knock on the door, and hope for the best. If you want something done right, you have to do it yourself."

"I wasn’t really looking for details? Apparently the fuck was not that good though, does that answer your questions?"

"Just when I thought my obnoxious neighbor could not get worse, it appears his girlfriend’s solution to faking her orgasms is to shriek like a howler monkey."

"...What the fuck?"