she is a flirtatious thing, a wretched little creature whose favorite activities seem to be harassing the local guard with her mischief. all too often is it necessary for one, if not many, of the city watch, or the flaming fist, or a combination of the two are always putting her back where she belongs, inside the iron-fenced walls of the d'angelis estate, if only because it is what mother and father have bade them to do. still, this does not stop her mischevious nature, and she wanders out relatively frequently to test the waters, and the limits.
alas. perhaps this would be a fun game of cat and mouse if it weren't for... him.
@zilmdat , " it looks like you've found me again. "
she turns over her shoulder, sensing his presence, eyes rolling briefly as she looks him over. her arms cross over her chest as she adorns baldur's gate's newest fashions - this dress in particular has a high slit, and a snake motif around the midsection. she is never caught in comfortable clothing, it seems, and it's uncertain at the moment as to whether or not the good mr. barnes is being given an expression of amusement or annoyance.
she is dramatic, here, her wrists extended with the most incredulous sigh, as if to imply he needs to put invisibile handcuffs on her, to return her to her mother and father's suffocating grip. when he doesn't immediately do such a thing, her wrists drop, and she approaches, hands on her back. her hair is longer, here, than it would be in the future, dancing across her shoulders, and falling over one as she tilts her head. " hello, james, " she laughs softly. " must you take me back to the estate? can't we bargain for... oh, an escorted walk? " never make a deal with a warlock, bucky; they're always on the verge of turning it in their favor. (or do - you might have fun in the interim.)
