It had been some weeks since Aria had her humanity forced back in. It had taken a few days for her emotions to settle and even longer to ground herself again. Who was she vs. who did she think she was? It had been a battle, trying to decide where the fault and where the blame really hung. Marcel was trying to help her, she knew that. She always knew that. But how he did it? She was wounded and still was. Nevertheless, she’d decided to return to the heart of NOLA after fleeing the city. Aria could hold a grudge and maybe, she still did, but only an encounter with Marcel himself would reveal that. She was back, in every sense of the word. She’d been making noise in the french quarter, just some harmless fun. This was her city, her home, people here knew her and they knew her as a vicious bitch, not a soft sap. Nothing like a bounce back to old habits, right? Fangs deep in one of the tourists, she was well aware Max had appeared nearby but chose to ignore him until she was finished. “Are you here to join me?” She licked the blood from her lips, dropped the body and turned her head to give him a half smirk. “Or is your ego still sore?” She teased, referring to the way she literally kissed him then smashed his skull from the wall. He should know better than to expect any sort of apology from her. “I’d offer to kiss it better, but we know how that would end for you.” A complete repeat, for her own amusement. @xcheerios
