a starter for @primethunder​
Concentration broken from the task at hand, Adrianna freezes in her spot, green eyes slowly lifting and squinting as she focused on the new, unknown stimulus that perturbed her flow of action. It’s a matter of sheer precision, the understand the flow of air current of a door opening or the beyond subtle sounds of sneaking footsteps. Was it all intentional, or does this person not know any better. Well, either way, the Fallen is feeling rather prickly this fine evening, so her first instinct is to grab the letter opener off her desk and throw it at whomever is back there as she turned around to face them. It landed and got stuck into the wooden doorframe, inches away from their face.Â
“Well, if it isn’t one of the heretics... why am i not entirely too surprised,” low husky voice comments at the sight of him in all of his godly glory. Or, as much as it could be reasonable, given their current predicament. In a swift movement she takes off her reading glasses and leans back against the edge of her desk. “Next time make good use of those muscle-packed knuckles of yours and properly knock on my door.”
