Huntress

        “Something wrong with what I’m wearing?”

           "We are at a gathering of the rich, aren't we.             Even if I keep my mouth shut, you still can't                                   avoid the others."

           ”Well,                    if you don’t mind I’d very much like to keep them.                  Also they’re very cool.”

           "I never asked you take them off, did I.              Do whatever you like, sunglasses."

(via notmadjusthurt)

Rome, Italy

             "I would have a chance at happiness…?"

                 "Is that it? What a simple boy you are." 

             "It really would help me."

                 "How would it for you?"

♘ Shattered ♘—— Casually tilts his head. “Nope. Th’ last time I got hurt would be from here." Up went the side of his shirt to reveal a freshly stitched and cleaned injury. And then the shirt went back down. "Noticed that little thing there ‘bout an hour ago. This place is pretty interestin’ though. Wanderin’ around sure is convenient at times" he shrugged. Executioner, these are things you are not supposed to be nonchalant about you stupid snake demon.

               Fortunately for this man, Kelda was just as acquainted with the dark side as he was, although not enough to be as enthusiastic talking about it so openly as he. The woman could only gift him with a raise of her eyebrow, but otherwise showed no negative sign of his peculiar, particular personality. She positioned her hands at her hips, shifting her weight from a foot to another. "So you're a killer." She speaks, the smile hinting at more of amusement than worry. "A messy one at that, but a killer, nonetheless."

        “— well, thanks, I guess?                 In case you’re wondering, though —                           and based on my experience,                           you probably are — it’s natural.                                        Completely and utterly.”

              "Really? That's a little hard to believe...          are your parents demons? Or grandparents?    A genetic trait somewhere down your family tree—?"

'Curious, eh? Of course, I do— too may too count.’

          "A wonderful number— though you'll             have to watch out for the bad ones."

♘ Shattered ♘—— “Mm? Oh, thanks fer pointin’ that out fer me." Casually wipes it off. Jeez what a messy killer he was.

                   "Is that blood by any chance, yours?"