@spidergene ❤️ for a starter with Valeria
THE NIGHT could prove to be a friend, with the sounds of the grimy city in the distance a melody through her headphones. Sirens and shouts paired with an old Avril Lavigne CD playing in her walkman was the perfect distractions from unwanted voices, begging her to reach their loved ones for some selfish message. The constant '"' tell them I'm okay ' or ' tell them I'm still watching over them. ' To put it plainly, it was EXHAUSTING.
UNFORTUNATELY, she wasn't meant to be out here on the rooftop of some random apartment complex, and even as she was occupied with the words she was writing in her journal, she was sure the Bureau had caught on to her and Luciana's absence. The lights of the smoke shop below shutting off for the night completely unaware of her existence, she thought it was the dull tremble through the bricks of the security shutters. Minor clairvoyance pushed her to believe otherwise. She was forced to whip around with a slight shock, AMBER EYES latched onto the silhouette of a man in costume... but he didn't feel like a man. Not completely at least.
She attempted to keep her shoulders at ease, repeating a mantra of control trying to tame the urge of the flames that wanted to ignite at the ends of her fingertips.
Valeria pulled down her headphones, the music blaring out as they hung around her neck. " Are you a new BABYSITTER for the Bureau? "
