@dreaminghlyy​ - brandon location: museum courtyard - 808 anniversary event
Compulsion hadn’t at all been necessary, the lucid blonde male that toed the line behind her, fingers entwined all too willing to abide by the ideas of what she knew he assumed to be a vibrant, promiscuous woman. The sweet nothings she’d whispered in his ear the only conviction she’d needed to sway him into the dark shadows of the museum, and further again, into the dim light of the courtyard. A quieter concealment for what she’d intended than simply leaving him slumped and bleeding in the hallway somewhere - a monumental sentiment to the depth of her compassion as she chose not to simply kill him. His hands found her waist and turned her with the clear intent of finding a place among the decorated architecture to place her when she caught his chin between her fingers. Onyx hues stilled - against the familiar silhouette of another, the undead twist within her chest something she hadn’t expected - how could one without said living organ in the first place. “Go back inside, forget you ever met me.” Her tone low, swift in it’s absolution as she slipped easily from his hold and instead, moved - entirely thoughtless in her action - towards Brandon. The last she’d seen, he’d sat uncomfortably in a hospital bed and the desire to leave had been far greater for the woman than lingering long enough that she could no longer swallow back what clung to the tip of her tongue. Now, however, her amiable curiosity won out. “I thought for sure you’d have given up on these swanky events, you know....considering...”Â















