#surprisewxtch

     Blood drenched from her chin to her chest and a drained corpse at her feet, Danica casually slid on her waist length coat. An unneeded article for the undead woman but a crucial aspect for her current ensemble. She didn't miss the presence not too far behind her and the scent that the wendigo knew that only belonged to a certain red-haired witch. Danica didn't bother turning around as she fastened her coat closed.

"How long have you been standing there..."

HIS FACE FALLS , DULL DESPAIR claiming pristine features. “ oh shit... don’t tell me you’re dead. ” he complains. “ I don’t want you haunting my ass for all eternity. ”

* 1-800-how’s my portrayal?     /    ✔

asadasfdhhhh , oh my! thank you so , so much. it means a lot coming from you , you play madison so , so spectacularly tbH! 

     Danica immediately shook her head. “Don’t.” The pair had never actually settle on a “title” for their involvement and it really hadn’t been that much of an issue. But like most situations where intimacy is involved, heated emotions were bound to overrun their rational thinking and cause a rift between the two. “You don’t have to explain yourself to me, you don’t have to explain yourself to anyone.” she said. “I am what I am, and there’s no changing that. Hell, sometimes I even enjoy knowing what I’m capable of.” Events from her past had clearly proven this to be true and if asked if she could take back her actions, her answer would always be no. 

“Nothing will ever be different, not for me.” A sigh emitted from her lips as she turned away from the witch.