#mal001

Location: Anemoia

Thera stood a safe distance away from the doors of Anemoia. ‘He made it’ she thought to herself as she saw the steadfast form of the vampire at the door.

While Thera dealt with many supernaturals through her work, she had to admit to herself that the children of the night had always given her the most unease, probably a byproduct of her parents’ deaths. But hey, they hadn’t been the first Wendells found drained of blood.

But Mal she had helped and with fate having so many converging lines in Port Leiry, she was honestly glad to see him. Which is more than she could have said when he jumped her in Vegas almost 3 years ago.

Thera removed herself from her fortress in the shadow and approached the door of the tea house. She smiled as she approached him, she wasn’t in the habit of assuming everyone remembered her, even if she helped them, but Mal had spent a week with her and he was here, a location that was one of her three parting gifts as they had split ways. “Hello Pecker, I’m glad to see you made it.”

 if  gaston  won’t  even  give  the  time  of  day  to  some  beautiful  women  as  they  swoon  over  him ,  the  attention  given  to  young  girls  is  practically  non  existent .     he  may  spare  them  a  glance ,  which  he  did  in  this  case ,  but  that’s  about  all .     anything  else  said  fell  on  deaf  ears .     he  sighs ,  looking  forward  at  what’s  around  rather  than  her ,  &  speaks  over  her .              ❛     haven’t  you  a  mother  or  something  you  should  be  running  off  to ?     ❜