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                    DARKNESS, VOIDLESS, ARROGANT, that was the few words that Amelia could sum up when she though of Samuel.  Maybe this wolf witch hybrid had a more profound reason for harboring such emptiness. But , his money was what gave him the giant ego. And it was one that the Psychic could smell a mile away.   Curiosity  peeked her interest, but she could never get a real reading on the male. His aura was like looking into a television when the cable was out, staticy, grimey & dark.  But you better believe he gave her ample opportunities to get a full look into what made him tick. The first time she had seen him, he was strutting through the halls of Mystic Falls High, like he had a giant stick up his ass.  Okay, he was good looking, she’d give him that. But, this cock of the walk didn’t work on her. Unlike it did Her Sister.  He’d made small conversation, and extended longer looks. If there was one thing Amelia couldn’t stand , it was being gawked at.  She wanted to be flirted with, she needed the attraction and the charm. 

But the gawking at her like she was a piece of meat, made her furious.  She had a pair of eyes, look at them. But he learned very quickly when his hands tried to wander.  He sported around a giant red welp for a week.  But since that day, she didn’t want to get close enough to touch him. It wasn’t like getting the vibrant flashes of someones memories, there past, there life, bursting through her memories like a movie on fast forward, was something she enjoyed. The action always come so fast and vividly that it knocked her off balance. And the wave of nausea afterwards was non to appeasing.   Samuel wasn’t a horrible guy, that was something she had noticed. He just needed a attitude adjustment.  The red head was broken from her thoughts, when she felt the line at the coffee shop start to move. Jerking her back to her senses. Dark emerald irises settling onto a familiar back.  

♭ for an ANGRY text

( ✉ → samuel @ 4:09 pm ) next time you see me in public, do me a favor and /do not/ come talk to me. i’m not interested in hearing anything you have to say.