Feb 12, 2016
*sees anything salem related and thinks of @cursedfayte*
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*sees anything salem related and thinks of @cursedfayte*
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"Don't think I'll take mercy on you because of your pretty eyes, Brett Talbot." Faye informed, his smirk matched with those eyes of his making her smile perk up into something more flirtatious than usual.
Brett’s smirk softens, eyes meeting in a quiet gaze. “If I’m asking you to end me, then I’m not looking for mercy.” He isn’t sure why they are talking about this, or why this makes him want to smile more than anything. They are talking about his murder, after all.
"Disgusting." Faye responded bluntly, "Imagine the foulest monster you can then times it by a hundred and maybe you'll get close to what a demon looks like." She had an encounter with demons whilst she had been attempting to summon the spirit of her father.
“Well that’s a bummer.” He sighs. He has watched too many movies to expect demons to be anywhere near the idea of good-looking. He glances at Faye, a small smirk creeping on his lips, building up to the next thing he is going to say. “I guess I’ll just choose you instead.”
"Mm no. Witches can't create life like that, I could summon a demon though." Faye informed nonchalantly.
"Huh," he stares at the ceiling, distracted by this option provided, "How do demons look like?"
Faye licked her spoon, setting the bucket of ice cream aside so that she could lean over the boy, one brow raised and lips pursed in her trademark smirk. "I'll be generous and let you choose how I kill you."
Brett squints at her, not bothered by how close she is. Not affected, even. "Do you think you can manage to get me a xenomorph? That's one way to go." Nerd is written on his forehead.
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"You've discovered my evil plans. You know what this means?" Faye asked nonchalantly as she swirled banana, fruit loops and ice cream together on her spoon. "I'll have to resort to killing you the old fashioned way."
Brett groans loudly, head leaning back against his bed. "Why did I let you in? You have no good intentions. The ice cream is just a distraction. I should've known better than to fall for food."
"How villainous of you, blaming an innocent bystander." She said as she leveled her gaze back on the werewolf and smirked as they both were very aware that Faye was anything but innocent. She reached over to pat him sympathetically on the shoulder, and then shoved his head to the side as he had done to her when she had first made herself comfortable.
"Oh my GOD STOP." While he might be raising his voice, he is merely doing so for a comical effect. "Okay, now I know. You've come here to murder me with ice cream. Oh man, you WITCH." If his words sound mean, his laughter surely makes a point to diffuse the tension.
Faye struggled not to smile as Brett coughed and choked on his own food, shoulders shaking with laughter as she leaned her head back and raised a hand to her mouth. "Try not to die Brett, that would be one very embarrassing cause of death. Death by fruit loops."
He is getting out of this accidental cough, but his words are still strained and eyes red. "If I go down... I'll certainly let them know... You're the one responsible..." Such a mean thing to say.