#synashburn

It's a routine that should have ended three years ago, yet Laure half-heartedly indulges Syndra's little obsession. Perhaps it's just another way she can keep some semblance of connection to the life she had before all color disappeared. The little witch shows up at her appointed time, does whatever is asked of her, and leaves. What more could she ask for?

It's not quite irritation she feels as she opens the door for Syndra, stepping back to let the witch into her home. "Living room," she says, pointing towards the common area. "I need blood." The words sound as distasteful as they feel in her mouth but she doesn't apologize. At least it has that same intoxicating underlying allure that all witches have. It would have to do.