#xiaoue

Amaline, despite having had aaked, couldn't stop the blush rising to her cheeks. To be fair she wasn't expecting to be pulled that close but she wasn't going to necessarily complain. "My creepy ex and his friends saw me and started following. I'm still working on getting a restraining order."

A beautiful, tall woman is offering to stalk her. . . for free? Okay, for one this has to be too good to be true - or maybe they're both just a little off their rocker & are into the same freaky shit.

"Ya know. . .I constantly feel like I'm being watched anyways, so the affirmation actually might make me feel better. . ." She tilts her head, long eyelashes fluttering. "Wow - and on Valentine's Day nonetheless! Should I consider this my lucky, freaky day?" Maybe her cheeks are turning a tad pink. Okay, they definitely are blushing. Shit.

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐄𝐃 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄

⠀⠀ je-oh stood there, banana milk in hand while she gave her answer, unexpectedly earnest for what he thought was just small talk. he blinked once, the corners of his mouth twitching as if weighing whether to take her seriously or not. by the time she’d slumped across the couch with a pout, he was already half-amused, half-unsure what he had just walked into.

⠀⠀ ❝ sounds rough, ❞ he comments before taking a slow sip through the straw, a hint of intrigue curling in his chest. killing wasn’t exactly unheard of in a world tangled between human and supernatural beings, but still— killing spree had a certain ring to it. ❝ what are you then, some loose-lipped detective or something .ᐣ ❞

Nunnally didn’t appreciate all the fuss around her. It was unnecessary. Unneeded. It only added to her already established reputation for being fragile. So, she didn’t even bother to stand when her new bodyguard was presented to her. When they entered the room, the princess barely lifted her blue eyes from the book she was idly flipping through. Soon enough, they were left alone.

“Maeve Belmont, I presume…” – Nunnally began, but the words froze on her lips when her gaze finally landed on the person now responsible for her safety. Whoever she had expected, Maeve did not fit that image. She was far more beautiful: her skin almost as pale as the princess’s own, her posture poised, her movements graceful. It felt as though Nunnally were being introduced to another princess. Or perhaps some sort of eternal being. But hadn’t she herself been called an angel often enough to laugh at such titles?

“It’s a pleasure to meet you.” – she continued, finally rising to her feet. Was her confusion visible? Even if it was, she refused to acknowledge it. – “Though I’m afraid your appointment might be in vain. I don’t need additional security.” – her lovely features remained composed, betraying only the faintest hint of annoyance – “I’m sure that if you review the evidence, you’ll reach the obvious conclusion: I was not the target.”

“In the meantime… would you care for some tea?”

There's been an uptick in new faces around these parts, ones that Trevor hasn't quite been able to get a read on. Before him now is one such creature and the Hunter takes a good, hard look at them, considering their words, their demeanor.

“Ouch. You break my heart, stranger!” Nero feigns being offended, chuckling lightly to himself as he touches the tip of his nose with his thumb.